Date: Sun, 09 Jan 2005 01:18:40 -0600
From: anielmty@hotmail.com
Subject: Magic Parker

This is my story, it has sex in it. If you're not old enough to legally be
reading this, then please don't.  I know it's tempting, but you could get
people into trouble. Especially if you live in one of those crazy states. I
have lots of other stories on nifty. Hopefully the nifty gods will make a
little list for me.  Email me with questions, comments, or fun recipes.
anielmty@hotmail.com

*AG* Magic Parker *AG*

"Welcome, Parker, we're glad to have you," said the facilitator.

I sat down in the empty chair next to him and stared at my shoes. I didn't
know what I was doing here. A few hours earlier I was in the counselor's
office at my school. Mrs. Bradley was a nice lady, very easy to talk to, but
I didn't want to be there. I had gone because a junior, Lance Adams had
slammed me against a locker and written "faggot" on my forehead with a magic
marker. At 5'5 and just over a hundred pounds, I was at a disadvantage and
could do little more than struggle against his massive arms pinning me.

"Maybe it would help if you could talk to other kids... kids like you," she
trailed off.

"I'm not gay!" I yelled, wanting to get up and run out of the room. They had
already called my father to inform him of the incident and actions taken
against the boy who did it to me. I was sure he was on his way to the school
to fly in and rescue me like he always did. I was so tired of it; I didn't
even want them to punish Lance. I just wanted to forget it happened and now
I would be labeled as the school fag.

"Look, here is a pamphlet, just think about it. There is a group that meets
tonight at St. Michael's." Mrs. Bradley continued, "No one has to know
you're there, it's over in Palatine, so no one will know you."

She slid the pamphlet over to me and I stuffed it into my backpack just as
my father broke into the room. He didn't even say much, just picked me up
into his arms. I fought back the tears that usually accompanied this scene.
I just wanted to get out of there and go home. I put my head over his
shoulder and saw my face in the mirror on the wall. My light blonde hair
fell down my face, almost covering the black smudges that I had spent the
last thirty minutes wiping off with alcohol pads. He finally set me down and
I grabbed my backpack and followed him out to the parking lot.

"I'll follow you home in my car, unless you're too upset. I can have Erik
pick up the car later if you just want to sleep." My father said, holding my
hand tightly.

"No, I just want to go home. I can drive." I said, unhooking the keys from
the pocket of my backpack. He went for his car and pulled up behind me a few
minutes later. His black Land Rover was a mere three feet behind me the
whole way back to the house.

I made it all the way to my room before I broke down. I threw my backpack
against the bed and buried my face into a pillow. I fell asleep that way and
woke up an hour later staring around the room lit by the afternoon sun. A
few things had spilled out of my backpack, including the pamphlet about the
gay people. I picked it up and opened it. It was a youth group type thing
that met and talked about being gay and things we dealt with. I tried to
imagine what it would be like, a room full of kids like me. I didn't know
any gay people in my school. Well, ok there was this one kid, Remy, in drama
who wore clear nail polish and a little mascara sometimes. No one really
talked to him, mostly because he was rude and always talking about when he
would graduate and move to Hollywood. He was razor thin, like me, but he
carried himself more like a girl. I certainly didn't do that. Nor would I!
Maybe this group would be full of kids like Remy. I laid back and chuckled
for a few minutes, imagining them painting clear nail polish on each other
and playing around with make-up.

My thoughts were interrupted by my father poking his head into my room. I
stashed the pamphlet under me and looked up. He told me to come down for
dinner in a few minutes. I nodded, and he closed my door behind him. Shoving
my things into my backpack, I turned the pamphlet over in my hand a few
times. Maybe I should just check it out. I just hoped I wouldn't have to
stand up and say anything in front of everyone.

"Daddy, I'm going to go to the bookstore for a little bit," I said after we
finished dinner with my 19 year old brother, Erik. "I just want to sit and
read for a little bit."

"O--K," He said suspiciously. "Just be home by ten curfew, ok?"

"Thanks," I said and then bounded back up to my room to change my clothes. I
chose a pair of dark jeans, a red sleeveless t-shirt, and my new white
addidas with blue stripes. I put a little gel in my hair and washed my face
before heading out to my car. There was a map on the back of the pamphlet.

Why was a gay group at a church? Oh well, it must be a friendly church. It
started at 7, but I got a little lost and ended up being fifteen minutes
late. It wasn't at all what I expected. A circle of chairs filled with about
fifteen boys and ten or so girls. At the head of the circle was an older man
who smiled and waved me in as I poked my head inside the large room.

"Oh my God, you go to my school!" a voice yelled. Yeah, it was Remy, with
eyeliner, mascara, a rainbow t-shirt, and sitting next to a hot guy who had
his arm around him. Remy smiled at me and nodded his head slowly. "I knew
it!"

"Now now, we don't make statements like that," the facilitator popped in,
"let's just let him get used to us for awhile, ok?"

The next hour, to my surprise, included no make-up sessions. Everyone just
went around saying how their week was. When they got to Remy he announced
that he wanted to give me his time so that I could tell everyone about the
incident that day. "The school is full of dumbasses! I can't believe you let
him get away with it!" Remy yelled, and everyone turned their eyes to me.

"Parker, you don't have to talk about it, but it might help," the
facilitator said, patting me on the shoulder.

"I... umm," I began and cleared my throat, "I was at my locker, and this guy
has his locker over me, and he always comes up behind me, ignoring that I'm
down there. He started rubbing his... um... you know, against the back of my
head. I ignored it, but then he started doing it more, and then told me to
say that I liked it and I wanted to... you know... do things with it. Then I
refused, but he kept saying it and then started to get angry. I had markers
in my locker from poster's we're making for the yearbook sales, and he
grabbed one, picked me up off the floor, and wrote... you know, the gay F word
on my forehead." I wasn't crying, but I knew that if I looked up at the
group that I would.

"How did that make you feel?" the facilitator asked me.

"I don't know," I said.

"Um, excuse me Sir," the facilitator's voice changed, "This is a teen group,
are you looking for something else?"

My head popped up, and my eyes met those of my father. "SHIT," I thought. I
froze for a second, staring at him. I scrambled to stand up, thinking I
could lie about what I was doing there. How long had he been there? Had he
heard the whole story?

"Hey DAD!" my brother yelled from outside the room, "I don't see him... Dad?
You there?" Erik stumbled into the room sipping a coffee. "What the hell is
this?" he yelled, never at a loss for words.

"Daddy... I..." that was as far as I got, I burst into tears, putting on quite a
show for the group.

"Come... here... now," he barked slowly piercing me with his eyes.

"Oh shit, this is a gay thing," my brother remarked in reference to the two
large rainbow flags on the wall. I ran over to my father's side. He turned
to me and bent down putting us face to face.

"So you are?" he leaned into me, and then as though he finally noticed my
emotions, brushed a few tears off of my face and gave me a pitied grin.
"It's ok baby, you can talk to me about these things."

I nodded my head yes, and he pulled me into his chest, sliding his strong
arms around my shoulders and slowly rubbing my back.

"This is a gay group?" my father said to the facilitator.

"Yes, it is," the facilitator responded, his voice getting closer to us. "If
you want to talk about any of this or learn more, here is some information,
it also has my email address in case you have any questions. Oh, and
donations are always welcomed," he added with a chuckle.

Oh, yeah, I think we can handle this, thanks though," my father said, then
reached down and took my keys from my pocket. "Erik, take his car, we're
going to go talk for awhile." He tossed the keys to my brother. He led me
out to his car and I was still sniffling. We drove down to Woodfield and
went for Ice cream, and talked for a few hours. As I was calming down, he
was revving up. He wanted to know how many guys I had been with, and eyed me
suspiciously when I said none. He didn't entirely believe me because I had
lied about where I was going that night, and the incident of this afternoon
at school.

"Look, I just need to know what's going on with you. I can't trust you now...
things are different," he finished.

I looked down at my half finished melted ice cream. I didn't know what to
say. He reached across the table and took my hands into his. "I just don't
want you getting hurt."

We got home at about ten, he set his keys on the table and I fled up to my
room. I cranked up a Switchfoot CD and opened my email. There was one from
Remy. I opened it and saw that he had just sent it a few minutes before. I
quickly replied with "Are you here?" Then I went back and read his email. He
wanted to know if I was ok and said he knew a place where I could stay if
I'd been kicked out. Um, how would I check my email if I was homeless? He
also invited me to a party the next night in the city. I closed it and saw
that he hadn't written me back. Damn! He must have gone offline.

"Hey Park," my brother popped his head into my room, "What's going on?"

"Nothing," I said, closing my email, "Just checking mail."

He came in and closed the door behind him, then walked over to me. He threw
his leg over the chair and sat behind me, pushing me up to the edge of the
chair.

"So what's this gay thing all about?" he laughed into my ear and reached to
take the mouse from my hand. He opened up the internet and searched for the
word gay. A list of sites popped up, and he clicked on one. There was a
collage of naked guys sucking and fucking each other, and then a video
popped up of a guy getting fucked on top of a counter.

"So this is what you do?" Erik laughed and kissed my cheek playfully. I
blushed, and tried to grab for the mouse.

"Stop it, ok? I haven't done that, I don't know what I like." I said. Erik
kept clicking on gay sites, bringing up pics of everything from guys fucking
to guys drinking piss. He kept laughing, but soon it got weird. I was
getting hard, as was expected, but soon I felt the bulge in his loose soccer
shorts poking the small of my back. It felt like I was leaning against a
baseball.

Erik stopped clicking around and his hands roamed up and down my tummy. He
finally wandered down to my jeans, brushing his palm over my bulge. He did a
double feel and then stopped, cupping me gently.

"So you do like this," he whispered and then nibbled on my ear. My body
warmed and chilled at the same time. I'm not going to go into the usual
speech about this being my brother and how shocked I was. I wasn't shocked.
I had thought about him since before I discovered my own sexuality. I had
spent so many nights jerking off after going to one of his baseball,
basketball, or soccer games. Yes we were legally brothers, but my dad had
adopted us both at birth, three years apart. While I had always been a
small, soft, blonde boy, Erik was a tall, strong, Indian-Asian boy. Our
father loved us equally, but raised us differently, always worrying about
and babying me while Erik was allowed to be independent and pushed to
competition.

Erik stood suddenly, and then pushed me to stand up. "C'mon," he said, and
led me over to the bed, pausing only to turn off the light. He slid his arms
around me and then pulled me down to my bed, crawling on top of me, and then
he kissed me. I laid my head back against the pillow and allowed his tongue
to penetrate my lips as his tongue darted around, and his lips pressed
firmly against my own. His hands rubbed up and down my back as he pressed
into me.

We kissed for a few minutes, hard cocks pressing against each other's. Erik
sat up, straddling me and smiling down. He slid off his tank shirt and then
helped me out of my shirt. Leaning down he bit and sucked at my nipples
until they started to red and pointy.

"Ouch," I began to protest, "They're not tits!"

"Sorry baby," he said and then stood up, sliding his shorts and boxers off
and tossing them onto the floor. It was the first time I had seen his cock
like that. I wiggled out of my jeans, and then he leaned down, taking the
top of my briefs with his teeth and sliding them down and off of me. He laid
back down on the bed next to me and pulled me into him, pressing his lips
and body against mine. He slid his arms around me, rubbing his hands gently
down my back and then resting them on my butt. He squeezed the cheeks as his
tongue went into my mouth.

"I want you to go down on me," he said, breaking the kiss. I crawled down to
his cock which rested against his tummy. It was a lot bigger than mine, and
uncut. It smelled like him, a mixture of cologne and man scent, only more
intense. I pushed back the skin that surrounded the tip and licked around
the head. He shivered a little and then put a hand on the back of my head,
guiding me further onto his cock.

A few seconds later, I was working half of it into my mouth, when I felt a
wet finger make its way to my hole. His hips started to force more of him
into my mouth, but he did it slowly and petted my hair for encouragement. I
squirmed a little as I felt the tip of his finger enter me very slowly. The
tip of his cock was at the back of my mouth, but I still had a few inches to
go on him. He eased up his grip on me and I pulled back my head, then began
to work out a rhythm of diving on and easing back with my tongue swirling
slowly around his tip.

"Hey, you got anything for lube in here?" Erik interrupted, as another inch
of his finger worked its way into me. I sat up and took a small bottle of
moisturizer from underneath my bed. He laughed, but then told me to get back
to work on his cock as he took the bottle from me. I heard him open it, and
a few seconds later, a cold, moist finger was making its way back inside me.
He kept this up for a few minutes before adding another finger. I was now
sucking furiously on his cock.

"Slow down, I want to try this ass out too," Erik said, pulling me off of
his cock.

"I don't know..." I said reluctantly.

"Oh c'mon, you can't be half gay. This is what your people do, you saw the
video," Erik insisted. "Come lay up here next to me. I'll go slow, I promise
I won't hurt you."

I crawled up next to him and his arms slipped around me. He worked the two
fingers inside me. More than the stimulation I got from his fingers, I loved
feeling warm and safe in my big brother's arms. I stared nervously into his
eyes, and he smiled with a determined look as he began to speed up his
finger fucking of my ass. He leaned into me, and we kissed more. I felt
chills creep up my body, radiating from my ass. It felt incredible to be
under his control.

A few minutes later, he turned me over onto my tummy, and then positioned
himself behind me. I lifted up my ass and pushed my face into a pillow as he
rubbed his warm hands up and down my back slowly. He held onto my shoulders,
and pulled me back slightly as I felt the tip of his hard cock poke against
my hole. He took one hand off of me, and guided the tip slowly into my hole.
At first it wouldn't go, but he took his time and loosened me up slowly
pushing the tip inside.

It finally made it, and he had a good two inches inside me. I bit my lip, it
didn't hurt yet, but I was worried about what he would feel like inside me,
and if it would even fit without hurting something.

"Relax baby, it's normal, you'll be ok," he reassured, leaning over me and
whispering into my ear. "I love you; you know I won't hurt you." His hands
slid around to my nipples and he pulled me back against his chest. "Oh fuck
this feels so good," he said.

"uh huh," I mumbled into the pillow as he kissed around the back of my neck.
Feeling his warm breath on the back of my neck, his warm hands caressing my
chest, his strong chest against my back, and his hard cock sliding in and
out of me, I sighed, closed my eyes, and smiled. I put my small hands over
his, holding on as he pet my tummy, squeezed my nips, and moved up to stick
a finger into my mouth. I sucked on it as Erik's pace increased. It was
magical.

"Oh baby I love you, this feels so good, I'm going to cum inside you baby,"
he kept saying between biting and sucking on my ears. Our styles were
different. I wanted it to last forever, and he was trying his best to speed
it along. Soon, his won out, and his body tensed as he gripped me tightly,
speeding up his rhythm to fill me with his cum.

"Oh fuck baby," he yelled into my ear, "I'm cumming. Oh yeah baby, take that
cock, it feels so good, god yes, yes." He was squeezing my chest so tight
that I had to hold my breath as he shot wave after wave inside me, sending
shivers through both of our bodies. As he finished up, he kept inside me,
and reached down to begin playing with my rigid cock. Within seconds, I had
my own little fireworks display complete with screams, and maybe even a
little applause. Luckily, my shirt was beneath me, I covered it in at least
a half quart of my own spunk as some of his began to leak out of me and drip
down to the mix.

He collapsed, body on top of mine, pushing me into the bed and my now
covered shirt. We laid there for a few seconds until my door swung open.

"Shit," I thought, looking over at the clock. It was midnight, my weekend
curfew. My father always came in to say goodnight and kiss my cheek. Sure
enough, he was on schedule. I froze, covered by Erik.

"I don't even want to know what you're doing on Parker's bed, where is your
brother?" My daddy began. I squirmed a little, but kept quiet. My brother
did the same unfortunately, and so my father came into my room to
investigate.

"What the? Get the fuck off of him, right now!" He barked at Erik, and Erik
scrambled. I felt my father's arms pull me off of my bed, the shirt was
sticky, but not enough to cover me, and it fell to the floor. He set me on
my feet, went over to my closet, pulled out briefs, a t-shirt, and flannel
pajama pants, handed them to me, and told me to go shower and wait for him
in his bed. I tore out of the room without a word, but heard them yelling
after my father shut the door behind me. I continued down the hall and into
his bedroom, took a quick shower, dressed, and then sat nervously on his
bed.

"I'm sorry, you must have had a very traumatic day," he said as he walked in
a few minutes later. He didn't blame me! I felt badly for Erik, but my
father always did this. If the two of us got into trouble, it was never my
fault. Part of it was that I was the younger one, but the other part was
that he didn't think I was smart enough to be aware of what I was doing. He
handed my teddy bear and then climbed onto the bed next to me. He was
wearing a pair of boxers, no shirt. His chiseled chest had a light spray of
hair across it. He was only 40, not old enough for grey, and he took very
good care of himself.

"I think it would be best if you stay in here tonight, you want to sleep in
the bed with me or on the couch in my office?" He asked. His room was
actually four rooms, a bedroom, office, bathroom, and closet. The office
area was directly across from his bed, and separated by a wall with a large
opening in it. Behind his desk were big French doors that opened onto a
patio looking over the small lake and forest preserve in our backyard. I
settled into the other side of the bed to show my decision. "Cool," he said.

He reached over me to turn off the lights. I laid there facing away from
him, thinking that if I didn't see him, he wouldn't see me. He did see me,
and settled in behind me, sliding his arms around me, and putting his head
over mine on the pillow. I clutched my teddy bear to my chest and held on
tight. My mind was racing with everything that happened that day. Soon I
felt his chest rise and fall with sleep breathing, and my eyes closed,
followed by my thoughts. Sleep felt nice.

I woke up hearing daddy in the shower, singing. Good, he must be in a good
mood! I closed my eyes again, trying to sleep, but I had to pee. I climbed
out of bed, saw the open bathroom door, and crept in to pee without being
noticed. I finished right as the water turned off in the shower.

"Stop," I yelled, "I'm in here!"

"Oh, hehe, Good morning Angel," he said, waiting for me to finish up. I did
so, and went back to bed, closing the door behind me. He finished and
dressed, and then I went in to shower. When I got out, he was waiting there,
wearing cargo shorts and a t-shirt with sandals. He had put clothes for me
on the counter. I guess he didn't want me going back to my room. After I
dressed, we decided to go into Chicago for breakfast. It was a beautiful
Saturday morning. I didn't see Erik, he must have still been sleeping.

We stayed out all morning, breakfast, a walk in the park, saw a movie, and
then came back home around 2pm. I wanted to check my email, and he didn't
stop me as I made my way to my bedroom. When I opened the door, I froze. It
was my room, but everything was gone. In my stuff's place was his office, a
desk, computer, couch, even the stuff on the walls. I spun around and found
my father standing there without expression.

"I... I'm sorry, I can't leave you alone. In one day, you were assaulted,
lying, looking at porn on your computer, and violated by Erik. I need to
keep you closer." He explained in a calm tone as though this were normal.

"Daddy..." I said in a quiet protest, and then hung my head. He was right. I
didn't have anything to say in defense.

He took my hand and led me to his bedroom. His office had been turned into
my bedroom. Everything I owned was in there, my closet stuff was at the back
of his huge walk-in, a few of my posters were up, not where I would have
placed them. My stereo was on a shelf, my computer... where did it go?

"Where is my computer daddy?" I asked.

"Oh, I left that. I don't want you on that anymore unless I am with you. I
don't want you meeting some pervert." He joked.
A weird thought occurred to me and I rushed over to his patio to look at the
driveway.

"My car? Where is my car?" I yelled.

"Gone, I'm going to take you to school and pick you up. Oh, also you are
going to a smaller school closer to my office. It is more accepting of...
well... you." He said.

"NO!... NO! NO! NO! Daddy," I yelled, and started to cry. "Please... I need to
have a car. I promise. I will be good."

"Not until I can trust you again," he said, putting his arms around me and
pulling me into his chest, "You will get used to it, and we will have fun
driving in together every morning. Plus it starts an hour later, so you can
sleep in a little. You will love it. I promise."

I knew he wasn't giving in. Not that he ever did, but he had different
levels of commitment sometimes, and Erik and I could sometimes change his
mind a little. This was different. I had done too much, changed too much,
and he needed to hold on to being in control. I sat on the edge of my bed
and cried as he sat next to me, pulling me into his lap.