Date: Mon, 20 Oct 2008 20:09:35 -0400
From: You Knowme <cbw_23@hotmail.com>
Subject: Myer Family Part 3

	I was still young.  Naïve.  Not ready to start a family.  I was
only thirteen when I met Tara.  There was something about her that appealed
to me.  I had never considered that I was truly attracted to boys, as my
father put it: I just hadn't met the right one.  So, with my father's
blessing, I scouted; I looked everywhere for a girlfriend, someone I could
bring home so my dad would pat me on the back.
	I listened to Dr. Myer tell his story as he smoked his pipe in the
study of the huge mansion that sat upon a hill right in the middle of
Midwestern America.  I listened attentively, knowing that no one was around
and wanting so badly to understand this gorgeous, tall, dark, and handsome
man tell me how he became the lover of his son.
	It was summer, too long ago for you to remember.  She was in band
with me in junior high.  He laughed as he spoke and repositioned himself in
his big, red leather chair.  I was a dork; trying to learn the trombone and
impress someone along the way.  The entire time I was eyeing Tad, a blond
boy with long, curly eyelashes that sent shivers down my spine; but I
wasn't ready to admit any of that yet.  I was too fixated on pleasing my
father, so I went up to her and started talking, fully aware that I was in
the wrong section, picking up the wrong instrument, ready for the band
director to scream at me and have to explain what the hell I was doing.
	We had started a friendship soon after that.  I brought her home
with me several times and my father purposely left us alone.  I can't
explain it but for some reason I was attracted to her.  I think it was her
spirit, the air about her; the way she moved and flung her long hair in my
face.  Either way, it was only a matter of time before something would
happen.
	Band camp was a great excuse to get away from the parents and run
around with my friends, so I went.  Needless to say, Tara went too.  There
was this cold, silent night, after we'd been released for the day and the
counselors were having a barbecue, that we snuck off together.  It was at
the top of a hill, overlooking the beautiful Lake...  He paused.  Thinking,
he tipped his head up and instinctually scratched his crotch.  Lake
Washington or some other early president.  Anyway, that was where Brad was
conceived.  It was my first time and I had no clue about condoms or
anything like that.  What I did know was what my father said about them to
my mother: "can't feel a things" is how he referred to them.  So, we never
used one. I hadn't thought about the fact that she could get pregnant.
	We married because that was the thing to do.  My father bought us a
little house in the middle of nowhere so I could finish school.  Heh!  I
think he was just so glad that I was "normal" that he would have done
anything to help me.
	I listened and squirmed in my chair.  He was sitting across from
me, his thin nylon shorts were bulging out at the sides and I could barely
catch a glimpse of his white briefs underneath.  Although I was intent on
listening to his story, the way he sat, as though he wanted me to look and
wanted me to notice, I couldn't help but look.  From time to time, the
doctor would look up at me and smiling, knowingly.  After a couple days
living in that house I was more used to the casual sexuality that loomed in
every crevice of their lifestyle, but still I often felt a bit
uncomfortable with my arousal at such small things.
	Brad was three when I first noticed him.  Tara and I had been
fighting for almost a year, you know, after all the glitz wears off of
having a new family, and after I had graduated from high school.  With my
first year of premed being a doozie, I found myself preoccupied, beginning
to recognize my boredom with her.  I often opted out of having sex, saying
I was tired; on other occasions, I didn't need to pretend anything was
wrong because we had been fighting and it was her way of punishing me.
Isn't that funny?  Punishment?  Ha!
	There was a group of boys in the neighborhood that I had befriended
on behalf of my new namesake.  They ranged anywhere from five to twelve.
All of them played street hockey and rode bikes all around the
neighborhood, usually at a loss for things to do and willing to help out
whenever needed.  It was what I loved about that neighborhood: the kids
were friendly.  Maybe too friendly.
	John Racine was a single father; he lived across the street.  His
two sons, David and Campbell, were the seven and ten.  They came over often
to play with Brad.  Innocent stuff; helping him build towns with his legos.
Brad loved them, I could tell.  John came over one Saturday night with
them, talking about his career as a pharmacologist.  He was in the process
of finishing his doctoral dissertation, so he really gave me a lot of help
with organizing my schedule of studies.  At that point, Tara was working
full time to support the family – my father finally realized what a poor
investment it was to pay for two teenagers to survive and support a
three-year-old.
	I could see the bulge in his shorts begin to grow and he looked
down at himself, drawing attention to it.  He eyed me carefully as he
continued.  I could feel a great story coming.
	John and I were in my room looking over my med books; he was
helping me study for an exam.  The boys were playing in the back yard,
right outside the window, so we could keep an eye on them.  At one point,
we finished our work and just gazed out at the boys.
	"Beautiful, aren't they?"  He had said to me as I sat, watching.
	"Yeah.  What it would be to be their age again!"  I laughed but
John didn't.  He quickly changed the subject and turned to me.
	"Are you happy?" He asked.  At first I didn't know what he meant;
of course I was happy; I was happy to have my son and happy to be in med
school.  But that wasn't what he meant, I could feel it in his stare.
	"Sure.  Aren't you?"  I keep my focus on the boys, though I could
feel him eyeing me.
	"No, I mean, Tara.  Are you two happy?"  With that, he put his hand
on my thigh.  At first I thought about objecting, pushing his hand away and
demanding that he leave me be, but it felt so freeing when I looked in his
eyes that I welcomed it, even put my hand on top of his.  "I thought so"
was all he said.
	Before I knew it we were talking about fantasies.  He asked me if I
fantasized about men.  I admitted it.  Couldn't believe it, but I did.
Something about this forty-year-old with salt and pepper hair and tight,
bicycler's body kept me honest.  When he looked at me I knew he could see
my thoughts, my fantasies, my emotions, so what would the point be of
hiding anything from him?
	We kissed.  It wasn't a sexual thing, though his touch was tender
and inviting.  He immediately continued the conversation as we looked out
at the boys who were now bouncing up and down on the trampoline.
	"I was like you once" he said, looking out at the boys with me in a
shared glance.  "Married with two boys.  Even though Tara was only pregnant
with our next son, I felt as though he knew things, things he couldn't have
known.  "I found myself dreaming about a male touch, inviting one into my
bedroom."
	I found myself flinching with excitement or shame, I wasn't sure
and I'm still not sure which, but either way, it sent shivers through my
body.  I listened to his soft, melodic voice as he began to lean in closer,
me still watching the boys but in a fuzzy haze.  "I needed something,
someone to fulfill my needs, my desires..."  He trailed off and though I
didn't know what he was alluding to for sure, I could feel it emanating in
my body.
	There were several moments of silence after that.  He removed his
hand and straightened his seat on the edge of the bed.  He looked over at
me.  Images began to swirl in my head; they were the same images that I
kept secret way deep down, things that were secretive to me and I thought
I'd never admit to another human being.  I thought of the times I bathed
with Brad, the times I watched him get dressed with utter awe, the times I
let him bounce up and down on my lap and kept him there (still) while I
tried to suppress my erection.  All of these things, these truths that
lived inside of me suddenly exploded in my mind.  John's presence opened
that Pandora's box for me, helping me to realize the true love I had for my
son.
	John leaned in again and whispered in my ear.  "For me it started
with the bathing.  I would find myself spending extra time on David's
balls, massaging them and feeling my arousal pique inside of me.  Then, it
turned into naked sessions, where I would watch him play with his toys and
demand he not wear any clothes.  Then, as time passed, I found myself
calling him into my bed and touching him...everywhere..."
	"John!"  I shouted at him to stop but instead I wanted to bring the
boys inside and have a naked session with all of them.
	"Don't be ashamed," he said.  "I've been where you are.  I've seen
how you look at him.  I know your sexual frustration and the deep longing
for his touch."  He stroked my hair and kissed me again.  I calmed myself
and listened to him.
	After our conversation, John invited me over to his house the
following weekend.  It was a sleep over with all the neighborhood boys and
he invited Brad and I to join.  He told me to come with an open mind.  I
knew Tara would be working, so I agreed.
	I was intrigued.  The doctor moved over and sat next to me on the
sofa.  His cock was semi-erect, I could see it through the thin fabric.  He
leaned back and put his arm behind my head, allowing his swollen mass to
poke out through his shorts even more.  He looked down at it and gazed over
at me.  "This part of the story is the biggest piece of the pie," he said.
"Listen carefully and try to keep your hand out of your pants."  He
chuckled and smirked at me.
	That Saturday I called ahead.  I was told that only a couple of the
boys from the neighborhood were going to come but that we were still
welcome to come...he insisted, actually.
	When I walked in the front door, tiny Brad following behind me, I
saw only darkness with several candles lit all around the place.  Brad and
I were greeted by the young Campbell, a boy with a slender, long physique,
wearing only a pair of Superman undies.  He ran up to me and hugged me then
picked up Brad, sending Brad into a fizzy of joyful giggling.  I watched
the boy closely as he led us into the other room.  The dark outline of his
crack tempted me.  The sashay and the way his butt muscles twitched was so
hot!  Man, Scott...I can't even explain it.
	Campbell told us he had to get dressed and that we would as well.
He led us into the bathroom where we found large, white robes, the kind the
Greeks wore.  He gave me one and Brad one.  Then, he told us we had to get
dressed.
	"These are our clothes" he explained, as he shed his Superman
undies and pulled the toga over his head.  I stared at the three inch
flaccid penis with the slender head as it bounced in the air before us.
Brad followed suit, being so young without shame.  Campbell put a vine
crown on and placed one on Brad's head as well.  Then, silently, he watched
me, impatiently.  "Aren't you gonna get dressed, Mr. Myer?  Don't be shy,"
he continued, "I've seen lots of dicks before."  Then, he winked at me with
sensuality in his eyes as he pulled on the side of my shirt.  "I bet yours
is huge!"
	I dressed myself, both Brad and Campbell watched with ferocious
intensity.  Campbell whispered to me so that Brad couldn't hear.  "Promise
you'll let me taste it, okay?"  He smiled innocently and I couldn't help
but become slightly aroused, not able to hide my growing erection.  Albeit,
I pushed it down and allowed the young boy who'd just offered to blow me
lead us into the room where the "ceremony" would soon begin.
	We were then led into the large hall that ended in a cleared,
tiled, kitchen floor.  There was a large chair at the end where John sat,
grinning from ear to ear at us.  All the boys were in togas and were seated
Indian style, spread out on the floor in front of the throne.
	They lit a mock-torch when we were seated and John called the
meeting to order.  "Before we divide up into pairs, I want to welcome our
newcomers!"  John winked at me and motioned for us to stand.  We were
welcomed with warm smiles and the boys seemed hardly able to stay still as
they anticipated what would happen next.
	"David!"  John called his eldest son over to him and he knelt
before his father.  He lifted up his toga to expose his hard cock.  It was
dark in the room save for the candlelight, but I could make out enough of
it that it made me hard once again.  "Show our guests how great you are at
sucking your daddy's big dick!"  Then, without a second to spare, David
peered down, took the hunk of meat into his hand and pulled it up to his
lips.  The boy's tongue, purple from eating candy, made circles around the
head.  I got a full view because Brad and I were seated to the side,
obviously where John had wanted us to sit.  All the boys in the room
started to prod at their own penises through the toga material.  Brad
smiled and looked at me.
	"Daddy, look!"  he pointed at the boy sliding his dad's cock in and
out of his mouth and smiled at me.  "Fun!"  I couldn't believe that Brad
had such a open perspective to what he was seeing.  I expected surprise,
shock, confusion, but instead, I saw lust instilled in his eyes as he
peered down at my toga, short enough to reveal my own reddened cock head,
poking out from beneath the bottom of the robe.
	I was conscious of my decision.  I didn't divert Brad's attention
but just let him watch it as the head swelled.  I was even more excited by
my son's curiosity.  At that point, David had lifted his own robe to reveal
his butt and, with one hand grasping John's dick while he made suction
noises in his throat, he prodded at his own rear, inviting his index finger
in.  I had a full view of it all.  Brad began to touch the head of my dick
and it sent electricity through my entire being.  I didn't touch him,
trying not to encourage or discourage his touch.  I just laid back and
watched as David fingered his ass and slurped on his father's glistening
cock.  The light from the candles flickered and created a sensual glow.  I
saw the other boys squirming with excitement.
	"David..."  John called out.  "You are such a hot boy.  I love your
warm, wet mouth!  I love you, son."  He moaned in between his words, making
eyes as my boy and me as he came closer and closer to ejaculating.
	"Mmm..."  It was all David could manage with his father's big cock
engulfing the inside of his mouth and throat.  I was amazed that a boy that
age could take it all in and pleasure his father so well.
	"Gentlemen..."  John struggled with speaking clearly because it was
obvious he was going to shoot his load soon.  "You are about to
witness...David...ugh...milking me."  David bobbed his head up and down on
his father's knob now with two fingers penetrating his ass.  His cock was
bouncing and I could only see, from time to time, the tip of it coming out
from under the edge of the robe.
	"I want your milk Daddy! "  He spoke as he grasped his father's
shaft and sucked on the tip.  "Feed me!"  With that I wanted to cum all
over my son's hand, but instead, I gently, not uninvitingly, led his hand
to my leg.
	"Touch there a while, baby!"  I was shocked I had called him baby.
I was caught up in the moment.
	"Are you ready for your daddy's milk?"  Panting, John started to
flex all over and push his cock in and out between David's lips.
	"Yeeess."  It was muffled, but it surely was a positive response.
And with that, John grabbed a hold of his son's head, keeping it in place
and popped his dick inside one last time.
	At first I couldn't see him cumming in David's mouth, but soon his
semen began to trail out from between David's lips as the boy tried to suck
it all up and swallow in gulps.  I was amazed, though, almost as soon as a
little a chunk of his milk made its way towards David's chin, David slurped
it up in one quick gurgle and he swallowed.  Then, as he squeezed the last
bit from his father's cock and brought his fingers out of his ass and into
his mouth, he opened wide for all to see.  The candle light made the white
coating of David's mouth glisten.  He licked his lips and his father
slouched down, sweating in exhaustion.
	"Good boy!"  He patted his son's head and pulled him up for a kiss.
It was a deep tongue kiss that lasted at least two minutes as we all
watched, hardly able to contain ourselves.
	There were a few moments of silence as they kissed before John sat
straight in his throne and called the boys to line up.  There were four
there, including his sons, and they were all boys I knew.  Josh, who was
almost twelve, his brother Bryce who was a mere five years of age, and
David and Campbell.  They all were directed to line up in front of me.
	"In our tradition, Barry," John said, talking to me.  "The boys
choose their partner."  Then, as Campbell raced to me and tapped me on the
head, indicating his choice, I saw twelve-year-old Josh run over to Brad
and pick him up.
	"I want the little hottie" he said, yanking Brad from my lap.  Brad
just jumped up and down in excitement.  His little brother took David and
John.  We all had designated areas of the house.  John explained that each
area had games and toys and that we had plenty of time to enjoy ourselves
before we all came together for the night.  Campbell took me by the hand
and led me away, my gorgeous baby Brad was being led by the boy who was
almost a teenager, but John assured me that he would be with them,
"monitoring," as he called it.  Then, he patted me on the ass and sent
Campbell and I on our way into a dark room beyond.