Date: Sat, 25 Nov 2006 17:05:46 -0500 (EST) From: Herb Cat Subject: Rip part 3 of 12 Installment 3 The Johnsons; Uncle Makes a List Copyright 2006 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission. Please note: this story depicts oral and anal sex between a male adult and male minors. If this offends you or is illegal to publish in your jurisdiction, or you are under the age of 18, read no further. The characters, locations and incidents in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. As an author, I welcome feedback on my writing. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you. --- The next day, after the funeral, as the Sloans' Plymouth waited in line for the entourage to wind its way over to the cemetery, Andrea said to her son, "I'm glad you kept your new clothes clean, Rip. Did you have fun playing with the Johnson brothers?" "Yeah, they're cool. Actually we didn't play much 'cause they were told to stay clean also, but we talked lots. Mostly about Uncle Malcolm. They like him a lot. They told me all the neat stuff he does with them." Marcus rolled his eyes. "Really? like what?" "Like playing baseball, and basketball, and tennis. You know, Uncle gives tennis lessons." "Yes, I know." "And they go camping and swimming. I never knew Uncle's got a cabin on this lake. They can swim there naked just like we do in Greece. And they go to shows and to the zoo and . . . well, I forgot all the other stuff." "Shit," thought Marcus, "I was waiting to hear about 'the other stuff.'" Andrea patted her son, "That's real nice, Rip. I'm glad you got to spend time with them." "They're in the car behind us, you know." Marcus looked in his rear view mirror. Sure enough, Malcolm had pulled in line behind his sister, and with him were all the Johnsons. Gramps was laid to rest, as they say, and Rip tossed his rose in with all the others. As they walked back to their Plymouth, Mrs. Johnson approached Rip's mother. "Excuse me, I wanted to tell you again how sorry we feel about your father." Andrea thanked her. "My sons were wondering, they, you know, played with your son yesterday and feel they have a new friend. He's a very nice boy. They were wondering if you could join us for lunch before you head back home." "Well, that's kind of you, but we don't want to put you out." "Really, it's no trouble. Please, for the boys?" "Yeah, Mom, please. I want to see Billy and Joey again before we go home." "Well, OK. If it really isn't a problem." Three of the Johnsons got in the car with Malcolm to head back to the funeral home where they left their own car. Billy rode with the Sloans, as navigator to his house. He purposely took them on the long scenic route to give his parents time to get home first. He took them past the Racquet Club where Malcolm gave him and Tony tennis lessons. And he included Malcolm's home on the itinerary. The Sloans had never seen his home. "My brother does have a beautiful home. The lawn is so neat." "Thanks. Tony and me mow the lawn and weed the gardens." Again, Marcus' eyes rolled. Shit, he's got his little sex slaves doing his yard work. Wonder if they clean his toilet bowl too. The gall. They arrived at the Johnsons' home and had a delicious lunch. Billy and Tony took Rip up to their bedroom to play video games and the parents began to talk. "I want to thank you, Mrs. Johnson, for coming to the funeral, with the boys. I know it meant a lot to my brother." "There's nothing we wouldn't do for Malcolm. He has been so good to us." "Oh?" "He saved our marriage." "Really?" The Johnsons, holding hands, went on to explain how four years ago, Mrs. Johnson caught her husband having an affair with the secretary. They went for counseling, but the marriage was still strained. And the two boys felt it. Their grades fell dramatically. Billy was caught shoplifting. Tony started wetting the bed again. Unsure of whether they were about to lose one of both of their parents, they began disrespecting them. All this just added to the tension and strained the marriage still further. When Malcolm, who was giving them tennis lessons, learned about their troubles, he offered to take them off their parents' hands for a Saturday. Give the couple time to themselves. He began to take the brothers every weekend. Oh, sure, the parents had heard rumors, but they liked the tennis teacher and decided to take him at face value. Immediately, the brothers' grades improved, and the bed-wetting stopped soon after. And both boys began respecting their parents again. Through Malcolm's influence, they developed an ethic of hard work, a sense of confidence, and a consideration for other human beings. The Johnsons are very pleased with how their boys have matured in the last couple years. With this concern taken care of, and having time to themselves, the Johnsons began to seriously work on their marriage. It was almost as if they were newlyweds again. Each week, when the boys came home, they reported in full everything they had done with Malcolm: working on their school reports, developing their backhand, helping to clean out a vacant lot, or simply going to the park for some fun. They told how, after a strenuous tennis lesson, they would sit on Malcolm's lap while he massaged their sore muscles and then how he kissed them, even on the mouth. The first time the boys stayed over at Malcolm's home, he first called the parents and explained that he would give them the choice of sleeping in his bed if they wanted and that he always slept nude. In fact, when they got up in the morning they would probably see a lot of him nude. The Johnsons saw nothing wrong with this. Nor did they see any problem later when the boys reported that they had indeed all slept together, and that all three spent the night and much of the morning naked. To these wise parents, this was a perfectly healthy way for boys to explore their prepubescent! development. Malcolm was always very straightforward with the Johnsons and insisted that the boys hide nothing from their parents. Even when the Johnsons found the accounts tediously detailed, they listened to every word. So it was no surprise to them when Billy and Tony learned about oral sex from Malcolm. When they asked if they could show their new skills off on their father, he laughed and said no thank you, but they went ahead and showed their parents by sucking each other off. That night, Mrs. Johnson was inspired to give her husband a blow job for the first time in fifteen years. It was at the lakeside cabin that Malcolm was planning to introduce the boys to anal sex. Again, he went over everything with the parents ahead of time, explaining that he would use lots of lube to pluck their cherries, and would be very gentle with them. That if either boy was at all uncomfortable, he would stop. He gave them his latest test results that showed he was HIV-. Since he had never fucked anyone but young boys who had been virgins, he knew it was unlikely he could be positive but he had the test done to reassure the parents of all his young partners. The Johnsons knew Malcolm had never misled them before, so they agreed he could proceed with the ass fuck as long as the boys were ok with it. Malcolm, wanting the full support of the parents in this, gave them still another way out. He offered to limit the experience to intercrural sex, especially in the case of little Tony, explaining that then he would ejaculate between their tightly squeezed thighs, but not e! nter the anus. "Oh, the Princeton Rub," said Mr. Johnson and laughed. They gave this some thought, but finally said, that if both boys didn't object to penetration, they wouldn't either. When Billy and Tony returned home that Sunday night, they were happy as clams. They told Mom and Dad all about the experience and even insisted on showing their holes to prove no permanent damage was done. Their parents were pleased that the boys had such a positive, loving introduction to sex. Mr. Johnson related his own first experience behind a store with a boy two years older that didn't know what the hell he was doing. "My hole was torn up bad. No, I'm glad my boys don't have that to remember." Mrs. Johnson added that the night after the boys proudly showed off their deflowered assholes, she offered her own ass to her husband. Now, all these months later, the Johnsons could report to the Sloans, "Our marriage has never been healthier. We're a real family now. Thanks to your brother Malcolm." "You don't worry that your boys will be fairies?" asked Marcus, realizing immediately he didn't word it right. "From all that I know," Mr. Johnson explained, "no one can make a boy either gay or straight. You're just born one way or the other. But most little boys play same-sex games. Even before Billy and Tony began seeing Malcolm, they were already comparing their tiny penises, jerking together, and jerking each other. We all did stuff like that, didn't we, Dr. Sloan?" Mark silently thought about his own Boy Scout camping trips. Pleasant memories certainly. But he also remembered his own confusion afterward, when he felt he was carrying the burden of a deep dark secret. Mrs. Johnson continued, "We know the parents of some of the other little boys Malcolm has had. We've talked with them. They're in the teens now of course, and most of them are heterosexuals with good, healthy raging hormones. They tell us they trust these boys to practice safe sex, and to always treat their dates with respect. Malcolm still welcomes all these older boys to his home. They get together and tell him about their lives and their plans. Of course, they are not interested in him sexually, and now in their mid-teens, Malcolm is not interested in them as sexual partners any more. They're just good friends. I know right now they feel real bad about Malcolm losing his father." .oOo. Later that week, around noon, Malcolm rang his sister's doorbell. He had called the night before to ask if he could drop by and talk with both her and Mark. He wanted to do it while Rip was in school. Fortified with coffee and peach cobbler, they sat around the kitchen table and Malcolm stated his proposal. "I'm taking Billy and Tony to the lake this weekend. They asked me if Rippy could come also. They liked meeting Rippy at the funeral and playing with him and talking with him. I told them I couldn't promise anything, but I'd ask his parents. So that's what I'm doing. Mark, I know how awkward you feel around me. . ." "It's that obvious, eh?" "But you have to realize I love my nephew and would never do anything to jeopardize his love for me." "You're probably right." "What my husband is trying to say, is sure, Mal, we think it's a wonderful idea." "We do? Ouch, you kicked me." "Look, I promise you. Rippy won't be doing any intercourse, oral or anal. I swear. I just want to get to know him better. We'll spell out all the ground rules. I'll abide by all your wishes. Here's a piece of paper. I'll take notes." Malcolm then sat in silence, steeling himself for Marcus's interrogation. "You'll be naked?" "Of course, he'll be naked, and so will all the boys," Andrea said before her brother could answer. "You know how comfortable Rip is playing naked outdoors or in. Mal, naked is fine." Malcolm wrote "naked ok." "Touching?" "Hell, what's wrong with you, Mark? Of course. You can't expect Malcolm not to touch his own nephew for two days. Sure, Mal, you can touch him anywhere, even his penis, scrotum and buttocks." "Unless he feels uncomfortable," interjected Marcus. "Which he won't," assured Andrea. Malcolm wrote, "touching ok." "But I mean like jacking off." "He means masturbation, Mal." Malcolm broke his silence. "Don't you ever jack off with your son?" "Hell, no." "Too bad. It's a wonderful way for a father and son to bond. It shows the boy that there's nothing wrong with doing it." "We've taught him that it's ok to masturbate. He knows that." "I'm not trying to tell you how to raise your son, Mark, but you'd be doing him a big favor if you showed him that you jack off too. At school he's going to hear all sorts of nonsense about jacking being only for losers who can't get a girl into bed. He's going to think it's something shameful, no matter what you taught him, unless you show him as well." "Yeah, well, you never raised a son, did you?" "No, but I was a son, Mark. It's one of my precious memories of my father." "What? You mean you and him?" "We jacked off together often." Marcus pictured the old guy in the coffin. Maybe Rip was right. Maybe he wasn't wearing any pants after all. "You're absolutely right, Brother. Mark and I agree, write it down, 'masturbation ok.'" Malcolm was silent again, but Marcus wasn't. "Kissing?" "Yes, kissing is fine too. Write it down, Mal." "I meant kissing like you know, on the lips." "For God's sake, Mark, we all know what you mean. Go on, Mal, write it." He wrote, "kissing ok. On lips ok." "But no sucking and no fucking. You said so yourself. Really, I don't think Rip is ready for that. I'm putting my foot down on that point." Malcolm spoke again. "I agree, Mark. I don't think Rippy is ready either. Yet. I'm writing it down. 'BJ NOT ok.' 'Ass fuck NOT ok.' I have to say though I can't promise you he might not witness some sucking going on. That's one thing Billy and Tony really love to do." "Mark and I are fine with that, Mal. He's nine years old. Lots of boys his age have already seen some oral sex. Hell, for all I know, Rip has already seen me sucking Mark." "What? You think he's seen that. I try to make sure he's sound asleep before we have sex, Andy." "I don't know if he's seen us do it or not, but there's nothing wrong if Rip sees Mal and the boys do it. Hell, there's nothing wrong if he even sees some anal intercourse." Malcolm wrote "witness ok."