Date: Sun, 12 Oct 2008 14:24:26 -0400 From: You Knowme Subject: The Myer Family Warning: This story contains depictions of sexual situations involving a grown men and boys. This author neither endorses nor condones such behavior, and any potential reader should be forewarned that some of the images and depictions may be offensive to some audiences. In short, If man/boy incest doesn't appeal to you, don?t read this story! Copyright 2008 The Myer Family I needed to make some money while I was going to college, but I knew I didn't need anything fancy and I wanted the best deal I could find. After talking to a friend about my situation, he gave me the number of a doctor, a guy he knew who was looking for a live-in sitter for his three boys. From what I understood, he was a single father, only 32 years old, and he needed someone to watch his boys when he worked late nights at the hospital. When I first arrived to the three story home, I took in the sight with all my senses; the house was a beautiful, huge, old colonial that had been modernized and fixed up to preserve its historic value. It was the kind of house that only a successful doctor could have. I stepped up to the top of the stoop, ran my fingers through my hair to ensure it was straight, and cleared my throat before ringing the doorbell. I looked at my reflection in the flawless glass of the storm door. I realized that even though I had fixed myself up to be presentable for a traditional employment interview, I still looked as young as I was and I knew his eldest son was fourteen. I sighed with the realization that he probably would not hire me since I was only nineteen. I even wondered if sitting for a fourteen year old was something I could handle; everyone knows that they are the most outrageous and attitude-ridden people on earth! When I heard steps walking toward the door I fixed my tie and stood up straight. The heavy, oak door opened in a smooth, swift motion, and behind the storm door glass stood a gorgeous, towering father who was the epitome of your typical young physician. He was the kind of doctor every gay guy wished he had: tall with a slender physique but arms that bulged with hard muscle, a pale, smooth body, and a caring demeanor. I could sense all of this within the first few minutes of meeting him. As he opened the door, he was pulling down his shirt and I got a first-hand look at how hard and smooth his stomach was. He was wearing black, nylon gym shorts that outlined his perfectly plump, tender ass. I found myself immediately drawn to him and began to become more nervous than I had been before he opened the door. "Hi, I'm Scott..." I trailed off as though I was going to say more, but I couldn't find the words. "Scott. Welcome! I'm Doctor Myer. Come in!" With that, he lightly touched my shoulder, guiding me into the house and onto the nearest sofa. With that single touch and the warm look from his deep, blue eyes, I knew he was probably the most attractive man I had ever met, in every way possible. "Would you like something to drink?" He walked into the kitchen and got a bottle of water for both of us. "I apologize but I was working out when you rang. I meant to take a shower before you came, but..." "Sorry, I came early." My eyes met his and he smirked at me. He was probably the only man I'd ever met whose eyes met my gaze at all times, never moving his direction of focus. "Oh, no problem!" There was a moment of silence as we both sat sipping our water, staring at each other. As he sat, he pulled his legs up to the seat of the sofa and I couldn't help but stare at his crotch. After all, I loved nylon shorts because they often left nothing to the imagination and one could get a full view by just glancing. When I looked back up after he asked me why I wanted this job, I think he caught me looking at him. He withdrew his legs and set his feet on the floor. He smiled at me as I answered the question awkwardly, telling him how much I loved kids and how I needed a live-in situation since I was in college. His shorts had more of a bulge to them now, since he'd slid down the sofa a bit and rested his ankle on his left knee. The interview seemed to go well and Dr. Myer commented on how mature I seemed to be for someone as young as I was. He talked a bit about himself and I learned that he was only 28 years old. I was shocked! I mean, I knew he was young, but that young I never would have guessed. He took a moment and told me about how he'd come to be a father at such a young age. When I was fourteen I had a girlfriend. I grew up in a bad neighborhood and there weren't very many examples of responsible, educated adults around me. So, consequently, I ended up getting her pregnant when I was only fourteen; she was sixteen. The only thing I remember is being shocked into responsibility when my mother threw me out because I had done something she considered to be the epitome of irresponsibility. I had to get a job, go to school, and take care of my family all on my own. Before I knew it, I had finished high school. I was offered a pretty good job at my uncle's office – he too is a doctor. I worked filing paperwork and keeping track of appointments and anything else they needed me for. Basically, it was there that I found my desire to be a doctor. The company paid for my pre-med education and my uncle cared for me and my family for free. I was very lucky! He went on about his history but all I could think about was how inspired I was by him; if he could do it raising a family and working full time, I could do anything! What a man, I thought to myself, as I continued to stare at his soft, firm face. He was the epicenter of all I thought was great; he was attractive, educated, determined, and from humble beginnings. I just had to get this job just so his greatness might rub off on me. Dr. Myers ran a background check on me and looked into all areas he felt was necessary. After he had done his homework, he called me for a follow up interview. I was ecstatic! Just to have the opportunity to work for him and have a roof over my head and make some money was exciting. When I arrived, I found Dr. Myers and his three boys sitting at a table in front of me. The entire time Dr. Myers smiled at me. I introduced myself to the boys and sat down, thanking the doctor for allowing me to do a follow up. "Please! Don't call me Dr. Myers. My name is Brad." He then had each of his sons introduce themselves and shake my hand. I gazed at the four men I hoped to be working with and I was impressed. Every one of them had the same friendly demeanor that their dad had and they all were just as good-looking as him. As the interview progressed, he excused the boys and let them go play. Collin, the youngest at only seven, was bouncing in his seat, pulling on his dad's sleeves to let him go the entire time. He was my favorite because he smiled at me shyly but wouldn't take his eyes off of me as though he was wondering what entertaining thing I might do. Then there was Luke. Luke was the middle boy, only eleven, and he sat quietly the entire time, his eyes mostly focused on the ground as though he felt he had no part in interviewing anyone. I could have guessed he was the middle child just because he seemed meek most of the time. Brad, the doctor's namesake, sat attentively, and though he smiled a lot, he seemed cynical. Pretty typical of a fourteen-year-old boy, I thought to myself, but he looked at me as though I had to do some sort of magic act or dance around to impress him and allow them to hire me. After the interview ended, the doctor and his eldest son went into the other room. They told me they'd return shortly. I guessed they were discussing because they were in there for about ten minutes before Doctor Myers emerged from the office. "Okay." He spoke very sternly. His demeanor was very different. "Yes, sir?" I stood up and turned to face him. He was still as gorgeous as ever but his face was blank and I could not make heads or tails of the emotions behind his eyes that I normally could infer from his smiling gazes. "I have some homework for you..." he paused. "That is, if you are still interested in the job." "Oh, yes sir. I definitely am!" My smile stretched from ear to ear. Behind the doctor I saw Brad, the son, staring at me as he leaned against the threshold to the office. I didn't give any thought to the book that he handed me, I simply said my goodbyes as I listened to the instructions. I was to read the book before Monday and call them with my reactions immediately after finishing. He said that after I read it he would know if I was right for the job. I didn't open it for two days. It was a tiny book, more like a booklet really, and I figured I could read it over the weekend. So, that is exactly what I did. When I found a spare moment on the weekend, I curled up on my bed and opened the book. I began to read the foreword and I soon understood that I was reading a booklet having to do with their family's beliefs because the book warned that the reader may or may not agree with the material but that he should read with an open mind and save judgment for another time and place. I was nervous because I was afraid I was going to open a book about loving Jesus and sacrificing your life to the Lord, all of which were areas of concern for me because I was the anti-Christian – I was immediately uncomfortable at a wedding or funeral where they talked about the saving grace of Christ. As I read, I found that the book had nothing to do with religion but with lifestyle. What I saw within those pages and what I read intrigued me, shocked me, and aroused me on a number of levels. I found that I needed more time to finish the book because I was so intrigued that I wanted to fully understand everything, to imagine my life in this sense, and to fully grasp the entirety of the lifestyle without preconceptions. "Dr. Myer?" "Yes! Is this Scott?" He sounded surprised and excited but there was also an element of fear in his voice as well. "I'm calling because it's Monday and you wanted correspondence by now." "Yes, son. So..." his voice trailed off and I knew he was waiting for my response. "About the book..." I began. "I need more time to finish reading it because I really want to understand all of it. I want to get my fill before I discuss it with you." "Sir?" I thought I'd lost him but he came back on immediately. "Yes, Scott. Let's meet tonight. Hopefully, you can read more between now and then and any questions you have we can help to answer." He paused, waiting for a response. "How does that sound?" "Oh, that sounds good! I'm on chapter seven but I still have..." "You've read quite enough to meet and discuss. Do you agree to meet tonight? Here?" "Sure. I'll be there. What time?" "Seven, okay?" "Yes sir," I said. "I'm looking forward to it!" "And so are we!" His cheery, friendly voice was back in full swing and I was glad. I managed to finish the book before I met that evening. I soldiered through it and felt as though I had a decent grasp of the doctor's lifestyle. I was torn between an excitement that stirred in my pants like crazy and nervousness about not having any understanding beyond the booklet. Either way, though, I was still excited about working there. After all, the belief system that this family had adopted was something I fantasized about for years! That evening I went over to the Myers' house. The house was dark and the sun was dipping down below the field off in the distance. When the door opened I was greeted by Collin, the youngest of the boys in his tighty whitey underpants. I stared at him and he smiled at me, warmly. I looked at his tiny, smooth, seven-year-old body and how snuggly his underwear hugged his child-sized package. He invited me in and directed me into the office. When I got into the office, I sat down in one of the large, cushiony, Italian leather chairs and waited. Collin ran off, skipping into the other room. I watched as the two perfectly shaped half-moons bounced around under the confines of his tight briefs. I waited with the book cradled in my hands. I couldn't help the stiffy that was growing in my pants but I tried to think of other thoughts and try to not focus on the contents of the book. Soon after I had gripped the book into a misshapen mass, I saw the shadows of two forms walking through the hallway in front of me. Before I knew it, I saw Doctor Myers and Brad walk in, their bodies were wet from swimming and they were dressed only in identical blue speedos. I was immediately aroused by the way the candle light in the room reflected off the pool water that was still left glistening on their smooth torsos. The two other boys followed, Collin still in his tight briefs and Luke wearing only a pair of dark boxer briefs and a sleeveless undershirt. Brad sat in between his father's legs in the other big leather chair while the other boys plopped down on the floor in front of them. They were all smiling. "Congratulations! We've never gotten this far in interviewing a babysitter before" the doctor said as Brad's gaze turned from the previous cynical, concerned look to one of contentment and arousal. "Thanks" I said, looking down at the book I'd curled up in my hands. "Here." I stood up and handed it to the doc, but he brushed it back to me. "You'll need it. It's a road map for you as you begin this job." He wrapped his arms snuggly around Brad and kissed him tenderly. I watched as my erection grew. I was glad it was dark so they couldn't see. "Which part did you like the most?" Brad's eyes met mine as he spoke and his tongue left his father's mouth. "Well..." I was afraid to say I liked it and was aroused by it. Even though I had just watched Dr. Myer French kiss his eldest son, I wasn't sure of myself. In this situation, it is hard to know if it's okay to say that I liked the lifestyle outlined in the book – that the father's job is to teach his son's everything and to connect with them in every way possible. I wasn't sure if I could freely admit that I was aroused by the description of the father who had his sons "milk" him by drinking his semen and who takes his eldest son as a lover after his twelfth birthday initiation. I didn't know how okay it was to give myself up to them by conceding that I jacked off to the case study about the father that gave his baby son oral sex every time he changed his diaper. "It's okay to say that you liked it, Scott." Doctor Myer gazed and me and let his hand meander to Brad's crotch, gripping it with full intensity and putting a gleaming smile on Brad's face. "Okay" I thought for a moment and got up enough courage to admit it. "I did like it." "Do you like watching us together?" Dr. Myer asked and I shook my head in agreement. Suddenly I wasn't ashamed of the erection that was now poking out through my jeans. "Can I sit with Scotty?" Collin yelled out. I could tell he had been itching to sit with me since that first meeting; he had the softest, most beautifully innocent face in the world and when he smiled at me, after my nerves relaxed, I melted. "Do you mind?" Dr. Myer asked as he removed Brad from the seat and stood up. I could see his bulge was huge and I had no doubt that he was aroused by our conversation. "No." I took a moment and breathed deeply, then motioned for Collin to join me. He hopped on my lap and smiled when he felt my erection. In fact, as the doctor and Brad got up to leave the room, Collin grinded his thinly covered, perfectly sculpted boy butt into my crotch and yelped with excitement. "Your pee pee is big" he said, grinding harder, "it feels good." Then, he turned and straddled me reaching up to kiss me. It was the most tender and meaningful kiss I'd ever received. When Brad and his father returned Brad was carrying a small box. They both stopped and smiled at the sight before them: Collin was kissing me over and over and though my hands did not move to touch the boy, he was fully erect and grinding his penis into mine. "Wow!" Brad spoke as he watched. "That's amazing. He's never taken to anyone like that before, not even us!" With that, Doctor Myer made a decision that would benefit me greatly. He would move Luke into Brad's old room and move me into Luke's room which was joined by a shared bathroom with little Collin. I was instructed to take the box home with me. It contained a number of photos, videos, pamphlets, and other materials about their family lifestyle. I was told I could move in the following week. My excitement was building like never before. I found myself thinking about all of them, but mostly Collin. I dreamt about touching him, feeling the soft, boyish curves of his body and he thrust his pelvis into mine. I wanted to lie in bed together with him and hold him close to me and kiss him all night long. I can't tell you how many times I shot my load onto my stomach and into my belly button thinking about how beautiful Collin was and how badly I wanted to bring pleasure to him.