Date: Thu, 1 Feb 2007 21:35:24 -0800 (PST) From: Hank M Subject: What's the Big Deal? WHAT'S THE BIG DEAL? PARKER'S STORY By RED B. If it is illegal to read sex stories for any reason where you are, leave now. This story involves gay sex and homoeroticism and it involves a teenage boy who is not yet eighteen. If any of that disgusts you or is just not your thing, go away now! NOTHING BELOW IS REAL (no matter what else I may write below and even if I was in fact manipulated sexually by an older gay relative and his psychologist boyfriend when I was young and naive). If you want to read pounding sex action, find another story. This story is more about a boy being placed into embarrassing or erotically charged situations. If when you were young, the very idea of having to peel down your underpants in front of someone make you stiff, then you might like the following story. But keep in mind, THIS IS A FANTASY FICTION STORY. If you have trouble distinguishing between fantasy and reality, then please go away quickly and get help. - - - - - - - - - - I met Parker in a chatroom and I ended up breaking all my rules about cyber. I ended up corresponding with Parker for quite a few months online and I want to share his story with you as it evolved. First, you have to understand that I enjoy cyber roleplay with guys. As such I consider myself an expert at picking out a fraud in cyberchat - usually someone who claims to be a fourteen-year-old boy, but then goes on to describe having a ten-inch penis, the sexual repertoire or a French whore, and the vocabulary of a PhD. I actually enjoy chatting with such frauds! After all, roleplay is best with an active imagination. If I begin a cyber and start to suspect I may be talking with a real underage boy, I will close the chat window - I don't want to be in trouble with the law! However, when Parker began to cyber with me, I broke all my rules. I came to believe that the things Parker was telling me were true. I shared an email address so I could continue corresponding with the boy, because I felt he needed someone to talk with. After our first cyberchat I wrote out my recollection of the things Parker had shared and I continued to do that over time. In the following chronicle I have tried to duplicate Parker's voice (but without his misspellings). PARKER'S STORY SUNDAY EARLY MARCH 7 A.M. I moved in with my Uncle Bob in January. I kind of knew Uncle Bob was gay, but I didn't mind. I'm not homophobic and Uncle Bob has always been very cool to me. He never acted like a sissy and I never felt weird around him. He came out to me and told me he was gay like the second day I was there in case I wanted to change my mind and go with my mom. But I told him I already figured out about him and it was cool. No, this isn't about anything with Uncle Bob. He's a good guy. It's just this guy who I think is his boyfriend. Lemme tell it in my own way, OK? I'm straight, totally. How do I know I'm straight? Because I only think about girls when I get excited. Yeah, I do get stiff a lot. I guess I play with it two times a day. Some days maybe I play with it four times. I guess there are days I've done it more than four times. I'm not gonna tell you how big it is. Why are the guys in this chat room so interested in asking me that kinda stuff? You wanna know, if I'm straight what am I doing in this gay chat room? Well, I'm on my uncle's computer and this is a site he goes to. It's 7 o'clock on Sunday morning and I need somebody to talk to about what happened. I thought maybe I could find somebody here to talk to. You're the third guy I've been in private chat with. No, I don't wanna tell you about the other two chats. If you turn out to be a creep also, I'll just turn off the computer. Why am I living with my uncle? My mom and little brother moved to New Mexico, but I'm in the last semester of eighth grade - I'm a senior in middle school, I'm student body vice president, I'm on the soccer team and baseball team, I've got all my friends here and I didn't want to change schools. I guess I'm kinda popular at school and that's cool. My brother is two years younger than me and he didn't care about what school he went to. So he moved with my mom to New Mexico and I'm supposed to move there in the summer. (Note: Parker's family situation was a lot more tumultuous than he let on in this first chat.) But I was trying to tell you about living with my uncle. He never made any moves on me, never perved on me. In fact, I sleep in underwear and he's seen me walk around like that or even sit and watch television like that. I wear white briefs. Yeah, of course there are times I get stiff in my briefs. But he doesn't really get to see much because I always wear long t-shirts over the briefs. He also goes around in white briefs but doesn't even wear a shirt. Yeah, I would say I'm good looking. My mom says my hair is "dirty blond" and right now I guess it's a little sloppy and maybe I need a haircut. And yeah, of course I have pubes. I'm fourteen, what do you think? Well, I only turned fourteen three weeks ago and I don't have a big bush or anything. But I have some hair above my pecker. I guess I've had hair down there for more than six months now. I'm touching my balls and I guess they don't have hair yet. No, I'm not gonna touch my butthole. Why do you guys in this chat room ask pervy stuff like that? I suppose I like the idea of people looking at me and thinking I look good. Who wouldn't like that idea? But I guess I never really thought about older men getting stiff from looking at me. Except that's kinda what happened last night. That's what I wanted to talk about. My uncle has this friend. I guess he's like a boyfriend. His name is Doug. Up until this weekend my uncle went out some nights but always got back home to spend the night here, and he never had any guy sleeping over here. I never thought about that, till my uncle sat me down to talk about it. He said he didn't want to leave me alone in the apartment overnight, but that he didn't want to bring men to the apartment for sex. He kinda wanted me to say it was OK for him to have guys sleep over here. I felt kinda bad for him then because this is his own home and he's 34 and he was so worried about me that he wasn't even having any fun in his own bedroom. Of course I told him it was cool with me. I guess the truth is it kinda creeped me out. But like I said this is his own home and he's being generous letting me stay here. So last night Uncle Bob went out with his friend Doug and I was alone here. Sometime around midnight I went to the kitchen - well, actually the kitchen isn't a separate room, it's more like an extension of the living room - and I was warming up little frozen pizza rolls in the microwave, and Uncle Bob came home with Doug. I had met Doug before, but this time I was only wearing my underpants and t-shirt. Doug was wearing these black leather pants, black boots, and everything else he was wearing was all black. I guess he likes black because his hair and his beard are black. He was grinning at me and kinda looking at me funny. He made a remark about how he was all in black and I was all in white. I guess maybe it was funny if you were as drunk as they were. Y'know how I said that I went around in my underwear in front of my gay uncle and it never bothered me? Well, it felt totally different in front of Doug. He was looking at me like he was perving on me. I kinda wished I could go put on some pants, but I was waiting for my food from the microwave and it would've been too weird to leave the room just to get pants. So I tried to act cool. Oh also Uncle Bob doesn't want me bringing food into the room where I sleep because there were ants so I had to eat there in the kitchen/living room. Doug and Uncle Bob were standing by the kitchen table when I took my pizza rolls out of the microwave and boy did they smell of alcohol. Doug seemed to be in a kind of silly mood, but I guess Uncle Bob was the one who was really wasted. Doug had an arm around him like he was kinda holding him up. So I'm standing behind a chair on one side of the kitchen table eating my pizza rolls and the two of them are standing across the table from me. You want me to describe them? I guess Uncle Bob looks like he's related to me. He has dark blond hair and I guess you could say he's good looking. He's definitely not ugly. I guess he has what you'd call a baby face - he sure doesn't look like he's in his 30s. Also, he works as a trainer at a gym, so he has a buff body, no body fat at all, great shoulders and abs. I mean I'm totally not gay but there's no way you can miss that he's spent time working on his muscles. I guess Uncle Bob is probably about 5'7" or 5'8" because I'm 5'4" and he's a little taller than me. Doug is very different. He's a big guy, definitely like almost a foot taller than me. Like I said he's got black hair and beard with just little bits of gray on the sides of his head and in his beard. He's 44, which seems really old to me, but I guess he's ten years older than Uncle Bob so they're cool. You can tell Doug has a big chest and shoulders under his clothes, but I don't think he's as toned as Uncle Bob - I think Doug has a beer belly. Also I think Doug is real hairy. His arms have thick dark hair on them and I've even seen hair sticking out from the collar of his shirt. I think that's gross. Where was I in the story? Oh yeah, I'm standing on one side of the table in my briefs and t-shirt and I'm eating my pizza rolls, trying to act like nothing is weird. Doug is on the other side of the table holding up my Uncle Bob who is totally drunk. Doug starts saying what nice legs I have. But he wasn't just saying it like a compliment. He was saying it like real sexy. Then he starts saying what a kick it is for him to be in the same room with a kid my age in my underwear - he said "such a good-looking kid just turned fourteen" and he definitely used the word "kick." He asked Uncle Bob how much he got to see me naked and Uncle Bob said he never saw me naked, which is true. Now, I'm trying to finish off my pizza rolls as fast as I could and just get out of there, but Doug asks me how come I don't let my uncle see me naked. Only he asks it like I did something wrong. And I'm saying stuff like, it's not like I make Uncle Bob turn around when I get naked it's just that I don't go around naked. Uncle Bob was trying to say something, but he was too drunk to make sense. Doug was saying that it would be a real kick for both of them to see me naked. I was kinda hiding myself behind a chair by then and I didn't know what to say. Doug is really good with words. He was saying how he could see all the hottest gay guys taking off all their clothes or in the shower at the gym, but that there was no place he could see a boy like me get naked. The words he used were "to see a cute 14-year-old straight kid peel down his tighty whiteys." I looked to Uncle Bob to say something, but he had this goofy grin on his face and looked like he couldn't keep his eyes open. I know I was blushing by then. I mumbled something like "I just don't feel like it." Then Doug says he knows that I'm pressing my stiffy against the back of the chair. How did he know that? He said that if I had a stiffy that means I liked the idea of showing off to him. He said it was OK that I was straight, that letting him look at my dick didn't make me gay. He said most of the guys who strip in shows for gay men are straight guys. He says, "What's the big deal about taking off two pieces of clothes." I was really confused by then. Doug then says, "I'll make you a bet." He says he's sure I'm hiding a boner behind the chair. He says that if I can show him that my dick is totally soft that he'll leave me alone. But that if I do have a boner I have to strip off for him. Well he had me there. I guess I wanted to save face some so I said, "OK, but you stay over on your side of the table." Like telling him that he could look at me but not to try to touch me or anything else. I look down at myself and try to waste time taking off my t-shirt as slow as I can. Doug is holding my Uncle Bob against him and he reaches out his other hand for me to give him my t-shirt. He tells me how nice my chest is and the shape of my body. Then he tells me to come out from behind the chair. What the hell. I knew he could see my stiffy through my briefs. It sticks up to the left. I just pulled them down. He told me to hand him the underwear and I did. I don't know why I did what he said. I guess he has this way of saying stuff and people do it. I kept one hand in front of my dick the whole time. But he said to put my hands behind my head and I did. He said, "Just stand there," and I did. He's looking up and down at me making remarks about how nice I looked. Nobody had ever seen me naked like that before. Nobody had ever seen my boner naked before. He told me to turn around and I did. He said, "Good eating stuff." I don't know what that means. Then he said, "That's a real fuckable ass." My uncle mumbled something to Doug and then Doug said that no ass was as sweet as Uncle Bob's. I turned back around and Doug had his dick sticking out of his fly. Uncle Bob had his hand around Doug's dick. I looked at it and then I looked away and went to my bedroom. Oh man, I had no interest in seeing some old guy's boner. OK, I'm willing to admit that it was kind of a turn-on getting naked like that. I mean, I am definitely not gay in the least bit. But the idea that a grown-up guy like that would pop a boner from looking at me was kinda hot. I'd think it would be hot for anybody to think that their body was getting somebody else hot. But that wasn't the whole thing. That's not why I came here to find somebody to chat with. It's what happened later. I got into another pair of underpants and went to sleep. Yes, I guess I jerked off before I went to sleep. I can never get to sleep when I have a boner. Oh yeah, when I left my bedroom to go to the bathroom I heard these noises from Uncle Bob's bedroom. It got my attention because I heard like a slapping noise. That kinda freaked me out. When I went closer I heard this stuff like, "Take it, bitch." I might've gone in to rescue Uncle Bob but then I heard his voice saying, "Oh yes. Oh yes." I don't wanna tell you the other stuff I heard. It was just creepy and twisted. I will tell you that Uncle Bob was calling Doug, "Sir." But that's also not the part I came on here to talk about. It's what happened much later. It was like 4:30 in the morning. I looked at the clock. I was asleep and then I felt something that woke me up. At first I was totally freaked out and scared - like, what's going on. Then I realized it was Doug. There was like this arm around me, real hairy arm, and this body pressed against my back. I could feel this guy's chest hair rubbing on my back. I was in briefs, but I hadn't put on any t-shirt. Before I could say anything Doug's going "Shhhh, it's OK." I felt his stiffy rubbing right on my butt and I totally tensed up - like, damn I don't want him putting that inside me! But he said, "I just wanna rub it on you, little buddy." He had his hairy arms around me. One hand was rubbing on my chest and his other hand was rubbing my prick in my briefs. Yeah, I guess I was totally stiff. He said to me, "You're stiff that means you like it." I guess he knew how to rub it to make it feel really good. Up till then I was the only one who ever touched my prick. I mean, I wanted to tell him to stop. I'm totally not gay. But his hand was really making my dick feel excellent. I guess what he was doing was humping me. His stiffy was sliding up and down on my butt. I guess he must have been dripping pre-cum because it was wet enough to slide on me. He was kissing the back of my neck and touching me up all over. It was gross. I mean, he has this scratchy beard that rubbed me when he kissed. And his hands were rough and his arms were so hairy - even the backs of his hands were covered in black hair. There was no denying that I was being felt up by a man. Well, yeah, my cock was stiff. I already admitted that. But that's because he knows how to rub it to make it feel good. He's gay after all. And besides my cock is always stiff when I sleep. I'm just horny a lot. He was squeezing my dick through my briefs and just the head was sticking out over the waistband so his thumb was rubbing round and round on the head. I don't think I was moaning but I guess I was breathing pretty hard. He was talking all this gross stuff also. I don't know where he got this shit, but he was saying that in ancient Greece he could buy a boy like me. I swear I'm not making this up. He said, "Y'know if this was ancient Greece I could buy a boy like you. I could buy a boy even younger than you. And you'd belong to me. And..." Oh man, this is the creepiest part because he kept repeating it over and over. He said, "I could stick my hard dick anyplace I want." Even though I was being totally grossed out by the stuff he was saying, he must have been feeling up my dick just right because I couldn't hold back. That's the first time anybody else ever jerked me off. No, I didn't jerk off with buddies from school. I told you I'm straight. OK? But I couldn't help myself. I was shooting all over his fingers. After all, he's gay so he must've jerked off a hundred cocks and he knows how to make a cock shoot. I'm trying to pull away from him, but he pulls me even tighter and I feel his pole slapping on my butt and I feel all this cream shooting on the back of my briefs and on my lower back. His jizz was shooting right on my skin. Man, he knows I'm straight. He shouldn't have jizzed on my skin, that's nasty. Without asking me or anything he starts to pull down my underpants. I'm thinking, "Oh, fuck, what's he gonna try to do to me next." But he just used the briefs to wipe up the jizz from my butt and he wiped around my dick and I suppose he wiped around his dick also. Then he patted me on the head and said, "Good boy," and then he left. I've been awake for more than two hours since that happened and I can't fall back to sleep. I don't know what to do. I mean, I don't know should I tell Uncle Bob what Doug did? OK, the first guy I chatted with here told me I should call the police. He says that Doug and Uncle Bob both belong in jail because I'm only fourteen and Doug shouldn't have done what he did to me. But if I call the police and Uncle Bob goes to jail, where would I go? Bob is the only family I have except for my mom and grandma in New Mexico. My mom is not... well, my mom's been going through a rough patch for the last little while. She's been real unhappy. Uncle Bob and grandma both say not to tell my mom anything that could get her upset. Besides, Uncle Bob didn't do anything wrong. It was all Doug who humped me and jerked me off. But the first guy said to me that they would take me away from Bob anyway because he endangered me. I don't know. It's just that no way am I gonna call the police about this. Then the second guy I chatted with - well, he was completely different. He said, "What's the big deal?" the same as Doug said. He said I should go into the bedroom where Bob and Doug are sleeping and... well, I don't wanna tell you what he told me to do. But just know I'm not gonna do it. I told him I'm straight and I don't wanna do that kinda stuff. But he was all like what does it matter if you're straight or gay? It just makes you feel good. No, Uncle Bob never sucked my dick. No, I never got a blowjob from anyone. It's funny you ask that because that's the same thing the second guy asked. He asked how come I didn't let Uncle Bob suck me. Well, Uncle Bob never offered to suck me. I mean, Uncle Bob isn't like Doug. He's not a pervert who's hitting on me. Yeah, I guess he likes to suck. I heard Doug make this comment about Bob being a "bottom boy" whatever that means. I guess that means he likes dick. So I guess that means he likes sucking dick. And I guess that means Doug is a "top guy" or whatever you'd call it. I guess he likes to stick his dick into guys. Oh, that's the other thing the second guy I chatted with said that kinda got to me. He said, "Well it's not like Doug stuck it up your butt and raped you." Yeah, but you know what? Once the guy said that to me all I could think about was that if Doug wanted to do that to me, he could've done it. He's way bigger than me. Oh, then like he's changing the subject, this guy starts in asking if my mom was sending Bob money to take care of me. So, since I'm not paying rent and not paying for food or anything, this guy says I owe it to go into the other bedroom and suck both of their peckers. But, damn, that sounds like I'm a whore or something. Then he started to tell me how much I'm gonna like having Doug's pecker up my rear end - just as if that's ever gonna happen! That's when I closed the chat window. I guess I answered my own question. I have to tell Uncle Bob what happened. Because if I don't tell him now then maybe he'll let Doug sleep over again and maybe next time Doug will really stick it in me. Fuck. Damn. That's too awful to think about. They said they would sleep late. So I guess I have plenty of time to practice what I'm gonna say to him. Thanks. I didn't mean any putdowns of gay guys. You're a good guy. Thank you for talking to me. Please, are you going to be around later today? I don't have an email I can give out. But I really want to chat with you later if you can be online here. I'm going to tell Uncle Bob what Doug did. I really want to talk to you later about what happens. Please, there's nobody else I can talk to. See you later. OK? - - - - - - - - - - SAME DAY, 5 HOURS LATER I heard the two of them coming out of the bedroom and I was standing in the kitchen all serious waiting to tell Uncle Bob what happened in the middle of the night. But before I could say two sentences, Uncle Bob said that Doug already told him all about it. And my uncle was acting like it wasn't a big deal. OK, I guess I got real worked up real fast. I don't know that I was totally making sense. Doug got real serious and he was apologizing and shaking his head. He really looked very sorry. Then he asked me, "Why didn't you tell me to stop?" I guess I didn't say anything the whole time he was rubbing on me and touching me like he did. I just shrugged my shoulders and he asked me, "Or if you felt I was molesting you against your will, why didn't you yell?" Uncle Bob added in, "You know I would've heard you if you yelled, Parker. I would've come into your room and probably kicked Doug out in the middle of the night." Then Doug and Uncle Bob were whispering together, but I didn't know what they were thinking. Next thing I knew, Doug called out a goodbye and he left the apartment. I started to apologize to Uncle Bob. Did I lose his boyfriend for him? But Bob just laughed and said Doug would be back. I just watched some television. Yeah, I do still watch cartoons. But I don't watch little kid cartoons. There's cool stuff on the Cartoon Network. I know it's silly stuff, but it's good when I'm feeling wound up or something. Doug comes in. Apparently he had a key to the apartment. He hands me a bag from an electronics store. I look at him like what's this? He says it's an apology present. Damn, he bought me an iPod - one of the $299 ones that has 20 gigabytes for songs (author's note: this took place in the days before the video iPod). Uncle Bob is all like, "You shouldn't have." I was just speechless. I thanked him over and over. I shook his hand and I even let him give me a hug tho I don't think I was much relaxed when he did. I told Bob and Doug about you and the other guys I chatted with in cyber. I'm not sure how it came up like it did, but I told them about the second guy I chatted with and how he wanted to know why I didn't let my uncle give me a blowjob. Well, Doug latched onto the fact that I'd never had a blowjob. Uncle Bob said he never had any kind of sex until he was sixteen, but Doug said by the time he was fourteen he was making money from old men who wanted to blow him. Do you think that's true? So Doug is all like, "You don't know what you're missing." Then he's having this whole back and forth about how Bob is the best cocksucker in the state. Him and my uncle were having a back and forth about this. Doug is all like, "You would love to suck that little bone of his." Bob is saying stuff like, "That would be totally nasty. He's just a kid and I'm his uncle." But Doug said, "Nasty is hot!" That made me laugh out loud. Even Bob laughed at that. Doug then says, "Look at the boy. He's gonna explode if he doesn't get his cock sucked real soon." Then when Doug came right out and asked me if I wanted a blowjob, I said, "Hell, I guess so!" He was laughing real loud and saying that was the understatement of the year. I ended up sitting on the living room couch. I took off my t-shirt and the shorts I was wearing and pulled down my briefs and Bob got on his knees between my legs and started licking up and down and around on my cock. Hot damn! Doug was standing right next to me. He pulled down his pants and his boxers and he was jerking off watching us. I didn't mind. I mean, it's like he likes to say, "What's the big deal?" Bob is sucking up and down on my bone. He's going slow because Doug says he should make it last. I didn't know what to do with my hands. I guess my right hand kinda brushed Doug's leg. So Doug took my hand and put it around his pecker. He was holding his hand over mine and kinda guiding my hand up and down on his stiff one. He wasn't really forcing me or anything. That was the first time I touched another guy's cock. I don't know if I really tried to pull my hand away. I guess I was cool with stroking Doug's cock for him. I mean, he was a nice guy. He didn't mean to do anything bad to me the night before. And he bought me that cool iPod, which is like the most expensive present anyone ever bought for me. When he took his hand away from covering my hand, he said, "What's the big deal?" And, y'know, he was right. He told me to use my other hand to play with his balls and I didn't mind doing that either. In fact, Uncle Bob looked up and grinned and said, "That's hot." Then he was doing this tremendous thing where he was flicking the tip of his tongue just against the very head of my dick and I was like going crazy. Also, I guess playing with Doug's dick took my mind off how good my dick was feeling in Bob's mouth. So I think playing with Doug's dick like that was making my blowjob last longer. Finally I hollered real loud and Uncle Bob just slid all the way down on my pecker. Oh man! I couldn't believe what it felt like having his tongue and lips moving on my tool when I was cumming. I guess that's the point when I tried to pull my hand off Doug's cock. But Doug wrapped his hand around my fingers and he was stroking up and down real fast. My cum was still shooting out of me when his dick started to spurt. I got his jizz all over my hand. That wasn't cool. He even dripped some on my belly and in Uncle Bob's hair. Uncle Bob tried to lick it off my belly but I was way too ticklish. Everything is cool now. Bob and Doug went out and I told them I had to catch up with sleep, which is true. But I figured I'd take this time to chat with you. You were way cool this morning when we cybered together. Oh, and I was right about Bob and Doug - they really are like boyfriends with each other. They said that they've been serious with each other for more than a year now and that before I moved in they were talking about moving in together. Oh, I did set up an email address that I can use. I mean, you seem like a nice guy and everything, but I didn't want to give out my real personal email that has my real name in it. But I'll give you this one so maybe we can chat more. I really am OK. I'm sure. You don't have to worry about it. I promise I'll email you before the end of the week to tell you what else happens. - - - - - - - - - - THE FOLLOWING FRIDAY I promised to tell you if anything else happened with my uncle and his boyfriend. Well, only good things happened. That night, last Sunday, Doug took Bob and me out to this really nice Italian restaurant. It was the most expensive menu I ever saw in a restaurant. But it seems like Bob expects Doug to take him out to places like that. Then last night, Bob had to work late at the gym. Doug came over to drive me to the gym. But, get this, Doug was on a motorcycle - a Harley-Davidson. He had a helmet for me to wear and I had to hold onto him. I wondered for a couple of minutes if he was getting a kick out of having me hold onto him like that. But I was cool about everything. I even made a joke about how I bet he really wanted me to hold onto something a little bit lower. He made a joke right back about having to concentrate on the road. Oh, and one other thing, it turns out I was right about him having a beer gut. Did I tell you that Doug is one of the owners of the gym where my Uncle Bob works? He's also some kind of psychotherapist. Anyway, about the gym: Bob had told me it was mostly a gay gym. That's why he never took me there before. It was closing time so everybody was leaving except for the workers. Just about every guy there seemed totally normal, like not gay at all (no offense). The funniest thing was with these two bodybuilder guys who worked there. They're getting the customers out of there and they sound like the most masculine guys you could ever find on a construction site. But then when the last customer left they were goofing around with these stupid high-pitched voices, laughing and saying mean things about the customers. I mean, if you closed your eyes you would think this was a couple of seventh grade girls. Doug asked me to help him with some stuff from the gym. He got these dumbbells - I guess that's what you call the ones that are kinda small, like five pounds or ten pounds or twenty pounds - and had me put them in the trunk of Uncle Bob's car. Then Doug and me carried a weight bench out to Uncle Bob's trunk and spent a long time figuring out how to get it in the trunk so the hood wouldn't block the rear view mirror. Bob was complaining that he didn't have room for all that stuff in the apartment and Doug said that's why he should move into his big house. I saw Uncle Bob do a thing with his eyes, like he was pointing to me with his eyes but I wasn't supposed to see it. But Doug was totally cool and he said, "Parker and I are getting to be buddies. What's the big deal? There's room for him in the house." Idunno about any of this! Look, I'm only here another three months and then I'm supposed to move to New Mexico with my mother and younger brother. Even if we did move in with Doug it wouldn't be for very long. The three of us set up the weight bench at one end of the living room. It is a little cramped here. Doug wants me to start working out. He says if Bob won't be my trainer, he will do it. I laughed, but he said he used to be a personal trainer back in the day. I said, "What day? The day Abe Lincoln was shot?" Doug has a good sense of humor. No, he hasn't tried anything else sexy with me. I did get another blowjob from Bob. I went to him and asked him if he would do it. Well, it didn't come out that direct. I guess I beat around the bush for like a half hour before I told him what I wanted. Oh, I get it! "Beat around the bush!" LOL! - - - - - - - - - - THAT SUNDAY Just spent all day at Doug's house. Wow! He has a swimming pool and a hot tub both. The hot tub is indoors so you can go in naked. I kept my swimsuit on and he didn't say anything. I kinda felt at a certain point that Doug and my Uncle Bob wanted to get sexy with each other, so I just said I wanted to go upstairs and watch the big screen TV and I left them in the hot tub together. I'm totally cool with everything. - - - - - - - - - - THE FOLLOWING THURSDAY OK, I said I would email you if anything else sexy happened. It happened this afternoon, but like Doug says, "What's the big deal?" I came home from school and there's Doug sitting in front of the TV in just his boxer shorts. There's this gay porno movie on the TV and I figured I interrupted his jerk-off session. I suppose I blushed and excused myself to go to my room. But he was all like, "No, don't go." He apologized because he said he didn't know how late it was and that I would be coming home then. That's funny because there's a big clock right above the TV set. He said he didn't want me to go because he saw that I was uncomfortable and he didn't want to leave it where I was uncomfortable. He wanted to talk to me about it. I guess that's like a psychotherapist thing? Uncle Bob says Doug is always concerned about people's feelings. Well, I guess the thing I was wondering was if you have a boyfriend or a girlfriend or wife - you know what I mean - do you still beat off? So I asked him that. He was saying how masturbation is a pleasure a guy can have all his life. I was noticing that the movie on the TV was in French and there were these scouts like on a hike or something. Doug said all the boys were eighteen, but some of them looked about the age of the guys in my class at school. I guess I also noticed Doug's body then. His arms and shoulders showed off that he had worked out with weights. But his belly was bigger than I expected. And oh man was he covered all over with black hair. It was like he was a bear or something. I'm not sure how we got around to it. But Doug told me he thought I was cuter than any of the boys in the movie. I didn't believe him, of course, because some of the boys in the movie were totally cute - I mean, not that I'm gay but anybody could see. And I guess I admitted to him that it turned me on the night I took off my briefs in the kitchen and he got a boner. We talked together about how it wasn't gay for me to like that. Of course anybody likes being admired. He said that's why girls get turned on posing for nudie pictures. Then he says he'd rather look at me than at the boys in the movies, and that he'd rather jerkoff looking at me than at the boys in the movie. That kinda left me like I didn't know what to say. But, y'know, what's the big deal? I mean I was gonna get undressed in my bedroom anyway. So I got undressed in the living room instead with Doug sitting there jerking off and looking at me. He told me to put my hands behind my head. He was whacking off real fast. I wasn't looking at him, but I could hear the sound of it. Then he told me to turn around real slow. To stop when I was in profile then to turn more. Then to stop when I had my back to him and then to turn more. I could tell he was really enjoying it. And it didn't cost me anything. Right? So he starts in with his silly talk again about ancient Greece. He says, "That's how they'd show you when they auction you off as a slave." I was giggling. It was all so silly. But, yeah, my pecker was sticking up totally stiff. He's talking to me about men looking at me naked and bidding on me. Like I said to you before, anybody is gonna get turned on by the idea that other people like looking at you. Then he tells me that he bought me at the auction. "Do you know what I bought you for, boy?" he asks totally serious. I have this big dumb smile on my face when I said, "No." He's all like I have to call him master. So, I'm giggling and can't keep a straight face and I say, "No, Master." It was like he was reading lines from a movie - a really bad movie. He said, "I wanted a slave boy with a cute mouth and butt. Are you sure you don't know what I bought you for, boy? Have you ever taken a man's cock inside you?" I was still grinning and giggling a little when I said, "No, sir. I'm straight, Master." Wow! You should've seen the way his jizz flew out of his dick. It flew up in the air and landed down onto his chest hairs. He grunted like an animal. Oh man, just watching him cum was a real education. Meanwhile, I'm still standing there with my hands behind my head. He told me to go ahead and jerk myself off. Well, no, actually what he said was, "Your master gives you permission to take care of your cock, boy." Oh man, he's silly. I just barely touched my cock and I started to jizz. He grabbed my leg so that he pulled me closer to him and then my jizz landed on his hairy belly. I think some of it even landed on his boxer shorts and his exposed dick. It was hard to tell because he had so much jizz from his cum. He told me after that the reason he pulled me close was because he didn't want me to jizz onto the carpet. Well, like the minute after I finished cumming I was real embarrassed and I felt very funny. I just wanted to get out of there and put clothes on. But, y'know, I feel like that a lot of times after I finish jerking off. Yes, I still consider myself totally straight. I still am totally straight. But, it was certainly no big deal. Doug is totally gay. He got off from looking at me naked. That doesn't make me gay - the fact that I let a gay guy look at me naked. Do you really think Doug got off on that silly talk about ancient Greece and a slave auction? No way. I think he was just being silly. He has a cool sense of humor like that. Seeing me naked made him shoot his wad. But I don't see why he would get off making believe that I'm his naked slave boy. - - - - - - - - - - A WEEK FROM SATURDAY OK, we did the same thing again. This time Doug was in his boxers with a porno tape on the TV and it was a straight porno with these girls with really big tits. He didn't make believe he didn't know what time it was. He asked me if I was cool getting naked with him again. Well, I wasn't really feeling all that sociable, but I liked seeing what was on the TV screen. And then Doug pulled out these magazines he got for me. They were all hetero, of course. One was a Playboy, just with the centerfold and hot pictures. But the other one was totally hardcore. I mean you could see everything. This blond girl had her legs spread all the way and she was using her fingers to spread her pussy. Doug said he just wanted to watch me enjoy myself. I got naked like he asked me to do. He wanted me to jerk off standing up so he could watch everything, but I told him I like to do it laying down. He grabbed a dirty sheet from the laundry basket and tossed it on the floor in front of his chair. I laid on my side and tried to do it, but I was leaning on my elbow and it just wasn't comfortable. He told me to show him how I liked to do it. I rolled onto my tummy with the magazine in front of my face and I put one hand under me. I guess you could say I was kinda humping my hand. I figured he wouldn't like that position because he couldn't even see my dick, but he about went crazy. He told me to spread my legs wider. When I jerk off like that I don't even move my hand, I just kinda slide my pecker up and down on my hand. I guess I press down and then relax. No, I never thought about what my butt looks like when I do it this position. I don't suppose I ever thought about what I look like when I do this. Nobody ever watched me do it before. Do you think Doug liked looking at my butt when I was doing it? Doug got up and was standing up behind me. I guess he wanted me to spread my legs so he'd have room to stand between them. It sure didn't take him a long time. His jizz dripped down on my butt cheeks and on my lower back. By that time I figured it's no big deal, I needed to take a shower anyway. But then we kinda did it again this afternoon. Uncle Bob and me are going to move into Doug's house. He has plenty of room. My bedroom won't even be in the same wing as their bedroom, so I'm totally cool about all of it. Besides, I get to live with a widescreen TV and a swimming pool and a hot tub. Not bad considering my mom and brother are in a trailer park. I'm packing my stuff into boxes and I don't even realize Doug is standing at the door looking at me. Uncle Bob was at Doug's house waiting for some repairmen or something. So then Doug says, like out of the blue, "I can't stop thinking about how nice your hand felt on my cock." He stays standing there and he says, "I hope you didn't feel bad about doing that for me, Parker. I never wanna make you feel bad about stuff you do." (See, I told you Doug was a nice guy!) So I told him that it was no big deal for me to give him a handjob. Well, it was the first time I ever touched another guy's cock and it was a little weird, but it's not like I was raped up the butt or anything. He said to me that it was a big deal for him. He said again how he could get hot sex from any gay guy at the gym, but just feeling the hand of a cute fourteen-year-old boy was way hotter. I got naked. He liked seeing me naked. But he just pulled open his pants and took out his boner so I could get at it. This time we stood next to each other in the middle of the room and he jerked me off also. I was jerking him off fast. He was jerking me off slow because I told him I felt like I could jizz really fast. His other hand was touching me. It actually felt nice. He was touching me soft all over. I mean he was even touching my face like he was blind or something and feeling my nose and lips. Then he asked me, "How do you think it would have felt for a straight boy back in ancient Greece." Man, I guess he really is interested in Greek history. "How would a straight fourteen-year-old boy feel if he was put on a platform and had to take down his underpants for a group of homos to bid on him, knowing that he would have to take dick down his throat and up his ass?" This time I didn't giggle. Without missing a beat, I just said, "Grossed out!" So this time it was Doug who started to chuckle. He said, "Yeah, of course a straight boy would be grossed out by that. But there's worse things a master could do to a slave. Other slaves would be whipped or worked to death in the mines. This boy would know he has a kind and generous master and he lives in a beautiful home where he's well fed." Through all this he was still jerking my cock and I was stroking his. With a smile I said, "A slave's gotta do what a slave's gotta do." He said, "Actually, fourteen would've been old for the slave markets of Greece. They considered once a boy got pubes around his dick he was a man. They liked to use the young hairless ones." "Like my little brother?" I said smiling even wider. "Oh man what I wouldn't give to have some perv offer a million bucks for my pesky kid brother!" I was about to make a joke about how I'd take a dollar-fifty for the brat, but Doug suddenly started to shoot his jizz. He stroked me real fast then and I was shooting less than a minute later. We wiped up and got right back to work. We had a lot of stuff to do for the move. We're at Doug's house now. I guess it's my house now also. At least I'll live here till I go to New Mexico in a couple of months. I just finished setting up my computer here. He has broadband and wireless. It's so cool. I wanted to get on and tell you about the stuff that happened. Yes, of course I'm still totally straight. I just relaxed my hang-ups. That's the way Doug put it. And yes, Uncle Bob knows about the stuff I did with Doug. Well, the stuff Doug did with me. He's cool about it. He says they are exclusive but that jerking off together didn't count as cheating. Well I also get blowjobs from Uncle Bob, but I didn't ask whether oral stuff counts as cheating. Doug made a joke about Uncle Bob in the steamroom that I didn't understood. But everything is cool here. - - - - - - - - - - THREE WEEKS LATER Doug bought me a ten-speed mountain bike. It probably cost as much as all the bikes in my old neighborhood put together. You wouldn't believe how cool it is to ride and I ride it to school every day now. Sometimes Doug picks me up at the end of the day in his van. I can put the bike right into the back of the van so it's all cool. Somehow Uncle Bob needs to work the shift that runs 3 pm to 11 pm so it's just me and Doug when I get off school. Doug says he's semi-retired so he only has to do stuff that he likes to do. Him and me have jerked each other off a few more times. He likes to do it laying down together. I try to ignore his body. I mean, first of all, I'm definitely not gay in the least bit so I don't want to look at any guy's body. But then even if I was gay I don't think Doug would be so hot. You can tell from his chest and shoulders and arms that he was real strong and he probably worked out at the gym for years. But he's got a beer belly that hangs over the waist of his boxer shorts. And when you get up real close he is sort of old I guess. It turns out he's older than I thought he was when I first met him. What difference does it make? I don't feel like talking about how old he is, ok. His dick sure works and it sure gets big and hard. So I lay next to him and jerk him off but try to ignore his body. He sure likes touching my body though. And I don't mind. His touch feels nice. And like I always say it's a turn-on to have somebody admire me and so it's all no big deal, right? I was pretty much upset this last week because of a call from my little brother. He started crying on the phone and told me that our mom isn't holding it together. Oh, didn't I ever tell you about the situation with my mom? She's kind of high-strung and a few times she's had to go someplace to rest and get it together. When we were smaller me and my brother went to my grandma in New Mexico, but she's getting too old to have noisy boys around. But she is the one who paid for my mom to move us all out to New Mexico so we'd be near her. My brother said that grandma visited every day and made sure he had clean clothes and food, but that our mom lost the job she had and has trouble getting out of bed now. After that I had a terrible time getting to sleep and practically didn't asleep the whole night. When Doug saw me the next day and I told him about everything I started crying. I felt like such a baby, but he told me that in psychotherapy he has seen the biggest, strongest men cry and that it's good for the soul. I must have told you that Doug was some kind of psychotherapist. Yes, in fact he does do hypnotism. It's really funny that you said that because that's sort of how he helped me get to sleep. He took me to my bedroom kind of early that night and he sat in front of me rubbing my temples and talking in a really soft voice. I was looking into his eyes and the next thing I knew I was waking up when Uncle Bob got home and opened my door. I just blinked a little bit and then Doug left my room with Uncle Bob and I fell right back to sleep. Yes I was naked in bed. I suppose Doug took my clothes off but that's no big deal because he's seen me naked a lot of times. I suppose I did have dried cum on me. But so what? I guess I was sleeping and I guess after I went to sleep Doug must have jerked off on me. But again that's no big deal. It's something we do anyway. When Bob woke us up, Doug was laying naked next to me, his legs were kind of over me. But it's not like he did anything wrong. In fact the next day he told me that I was too strong-willed to be hypnotized. He said that all he did was calm me so that I could go into a deep sleep state. But he said someone like me couldn't be hypnotized. Don't worry about me. I have Doug looking out for me and he's a great guy. - - - - - - - - - - LATE MAY I know it's been a long time since you heard from me but my life has really been crazy. Some good things and some pretty bad things also. The good things? Mostly that I'm getting over a lot of my hang-ups. Guys get so hung up about certain stuff and get real hung up on labels. Uncle Doug is helping me understand that. Calling him uncle? He's always thinking of me. He figured it would be more normal if I introduce him to friends and their parents as my uncle. He comes to all my baseball games. And he's cool if I invite some guys over after to use the hot tub or swimming pool. That's when he meets some of the parents, moms mostly, when they pick guys up from our house. Sometimes Gretchen even comes in for window dressing. That's what Uncle Doug calls it - window dressing. I didn't tell you about Gretchen? She lives out back in the guest cottage and technically she's Uncle Doug's wife. It was something about her staying in this country, but I'm not supposed to talk about it. It just sounds better if I say to people I live with my aunt and uncle. I haven't had any friends sleep over here, but Uncle Doug says it would be cool if I want to and my friend Robby is supposed to stay here next weekend when his mom goes away to a conference. I've gotta tell you the funniest thing when Robby was over here. Robby is really shy. I mean shy about his body. We changed into swimsuits in my room and Robby went into the bathroom because he wouldn't get naked in front of me. I mean, it's not like I show off naked in front of my friends. I keep my T-shirt on when I take down my underpants and put on a swimsuit. And it's not like I want to see Robby naked. I mean I'm not gay or anything. Robby was over this last week and he started asking Uncle Doug about hypnotism and Uncle Doug said not everyone can be hypnotized and he told Robby that I couldn't be hypnotized. So Robby wanted to know if he could be hypnotized and he wanted Uncle Doug to try it. Or maybe Uncle Doug sort of challenged him to find out. I'm not sure which way. But anyway Robby was totally hypnotized right away. Uncle Doug knew about Robby being shy about undressing so he gave him a hypnotic suggestion that Robby would take off all his clothes and go around naked and that he wouldn't even be aware that he was going around naked. Well I couldn't stop laughing. Robby did it. He was totally naked and it was like he didn't even know he was. He was just hanging out and having a snack with me and Uncle Doug and he was bare-butt, bare-balls naked. It turned out that Robby isn't as mature down between his legs as I am. But Uncle Doug says that's normal for some boys and for all we know Robby may have a bigger dick than me when we both get older. Oh, and that's not the reason I was laughing. I was laughing just because he was naked and didn't know it. No, Uncle Doug didn't try to do any sex with Robby. In fact, I wanted him to wake up Robby and have him suddenly realize we were seeing him naked and Uncle Doug said that would be mean and he took an oath not to use hypnotism to be mean to anyone. Well, Uncle Doug told Robby to lay down and take a nap and had him stretch out naked. But when Uncle Doug masturbated he didn't even touch Robby, he just looked at him. I mean, it's not like it hurt Robby. All Uncle Doug was doing was looking at him naked. No big deal. OK, there is one thing Uncle Doug probably shouldn't have done, but it was also so funny that I couldn't stop laughing. Uncle Doug jizzed into the front of Robby's boxer shorts. I was all worried that Robby would suspect something, but Uncle Doug gave him this hypnotic suggestion that Robby was the one who beat off and jazzed into his underwear. Did I tell you Robby's mom is going to a conference so he's supposed to sleep over here next weekend? We'll have a blast. Uncle Bob? He's in New Mexico right now. That's the bad news. My mom kind of got the way she does sometimes. She just couldn't cope. Uncle Bob has been there for almost three weeks now. He's made arrangements for my mom to go someplace where she can rest. He's going to stay until my little brother is done with school. That'll be about two more weeks now. Since Uncle Doug is part owner of the gym, Uncle Bob is collecting all his pay. I told you Uncle Doug was great. Uncle Bob is going to bring my little brother back here to live for a little while until we can figure this all out. But Uncle Doug is so cool. He got some legal papers that he's sending to my grandma to let him be our legal guardian because he thinks it's too much for Uncle Bob. I mean, Uncle Bob is way cool, but he's always been kind of flaky and never held a job too long until Uncle Doug hired him. Uncle Doug didn't like sleeping alone after Bob went to New Mexico, so I started sleeping in his room with him. It's great. He talks in that real soft voice and it helps me really relax almost like I'm floating. He always knows how to make me feel good. Sure I sleep naked. Uncle Bob says it's better for the floating feeling. Jerking each other off was OK. But what Uncle Doug likes better is rubbing together. He likes holding me and rubbing his boner on me. It's funny I kind of remember the first few times he did that in my bedroom - when we laid down to jerk off together but he rolled on me and did the other - and I have this idea that I didn't like it those first couple of times. I don't know what it was - his smell or his sweat or just the feel of him on top of me. But he's been teaching me relaxation exercises to get over my hang-ups and he talks to me in that real soft low voice. Some of it is kind of confusing to me. He has a great body. I hope I have a body like him when I'm older. He really likes to rub his boner on me and I figure it's no big deal. I mean I'm not the gay one. He's the one rubbing his boner on me and getting off on my body. Oh man, did you see what I just did? There I am getting hung up on using labels again. Gay, straight, so what? It's just cool to be with him. Sure I cum also. He gives me permission to jerk off for him. Jerking off is so much better with someone who really appreciates watching. I was telling you Uncle Doug likes to rub it on me. At the start he would just do that holding me, like with his big body all on top of mine. But now he likes me to lay there and he just takes his boner and rubs it against me. I think he's rubbed his boner just about everyplace on me. He likes to rub it between my legs and he rubs it on my butt cheeks and right up in my crack. He rubs it on my tits - he likes to call them tits and I like it 'cause it sounds dirty. He rubs his boner on my face and he even rubs it on my mouth. Well, yeah, of course he shoots his wad when he rubs it. That's the whole point of rubbing it. I think on my lips has been his favorite place to rub it recently. I kind of relax my mouth - I didn't relax at all the first time he did it there, but that was just my hang-ups. I guess he kind of masturbates himself and rubs the head on my lips and on my tongue. No, I don't suck it. I keep telling you I'm not gay and I'm certainly no cocksucker. But there I go again. Why do you keep dragging me back into those kinds of labels? I acted like that and got all uncool the first time that some of it went into my mouth. But Uncle Doug showed me a book that says that when men shoot it's almost all protein. Doug is healthy so it's not like it's gonna do me any harm. I kind of like it when he shoots it on my tongue. I really respect him and look up to him and it's almost like it's an honor when he gives me his sperm like that. Yes, in fact, he does play with my butt. I know for a fact his favorite kind of sex is putting it up the butt, but in all this time he hasn't tried to rape me or anything like that. In fact I like his fingers up inside me. At first I don't think I liked it even when it was one finger. But then I relaxed more. A coupla times in that soft voice he told me to close my eyes and pretend I'm a slave boy and he owns me. I know you're gonna think this is really crazy but now every time he touches around my butt I think about that and it gets me kinda excited. I can't explain it. Uncle Doug says it's a delicate balance what gets people hot. He says he just wants to put his boner part-way into me, that he wouldn't put it in all the way and that he would never try to fuck me unless I gave him permission. Well, I'm not planning to give him permission for that. But I don't think letting him put it in part-way would be so bad. He says it would make us feel way closer and bonded. I mean what's the big deal with that when I owe him so much? I live in this really nice house with a pool and a wide-screen TV and a ten-speed mountain bike. My Uncle Bob doesn't even pay rent. And Uncle Doug buys stuff for me. And he's even cool about my little brother moving in with us in a couple of weeks. Why would I be worried about my little brother being here? What kind of shit are you saying about Uncle Doug? He's a good man, even a great man. He never forced me to do anything I didn't want to do. I think he just likes helping people. He says he always dreamed of having sons and now me and my little brother will be like the sons he always wanted. Like I said, Uncle Doug is a wonderful human being. And I think you're just a nasty man with a dirty mind. Go get some help. (That was the last I ever heard from Parker. I often wonder what happened to him, to his little brother, his Uncle Bob and to Doug. Though of all of them, I feel like Doug is not the one I'm worried about.) - - - - - - - - - - THIS HAS BEEN A TOTALLY FICTION STORY, JUST A FANTASY, a bit of nonsense... Positive feedback or input are welcome at redbeardedsf at y a h o o dot c o m. If you want to berate me about writing this story, go call a televangelist instead (I bet many televangelists would LOVE this story).