Date: Thu, 13 Jun 2002 11:02:32 -0400
From: readersstop@netscape.net
Subject: POP Section 11(LJB)(MM BB con 1st anal oral slow)(11/14)

The following is a work of fiction and is the property of the author.  If
you are looking to get off quick, read something else This is a story about
the inter-relationships of males of differing ages.  It's a story with some
sex, not sex with some story.

Pop

Chapter 21 (continued)

Dex was pissed at me.  Maybe that's not the right word to describe the mood
of my partner and lover.  With anyone else he might have exploded and
expressed himself in the most straight forward of terms, but I sensed with
me it was more than just pissed.  He was hurt.  He had shared with me his
total being, holding nothing in reserve and, rightly so, he had expected I
had done likewise.  Now he knew that expectation had not been fulfilled.

Sitting across from me I would have been prepared if his eyes had held
anger and indignation, but that was not what I saw.  They broadcast
feelings of hurt to me and his stare ripped into me like a knife and made
me ashamed.

"I never intended to deceive you, Dex."  I stated, noting a tone of
pleading in my voice which I had not realized would be there.  "I would
have told you, I knew the need to tell you, there just never seemed to be
the opportunity to do so.

"One of the many times I held you in my arms and told you how much I love
you might have worked."  he suggested with no change in his expression or
mood.

"You're right."  I capitulated.  "Somehow, `I love you Dex, by the way, I'm
a runaway Doctor of Psychology', just never seemed to fit into those
occasions in my mind."

"I don't find this funny," he told me in a flat, humorless tenor, "and you
downplaying it as unimportant implies I'm being foolish."

"That is not my intention.  I would never treat you in such a manner."  I
emphasized to him.

"How am I to feel, David."  he asked.  "I am totally in love with you.  I
have opened myself to you in so many ways which I have never shared with
anyone before.  But now I have to ask myself, am I sleeping with my lover,
or am I being manipulated by some rogue therapist ?"

"You already know the answer, Dex."  I suggested.  His stare softened and I
could see him resolve some of the anger.  "Nothing is any different than it
has always been.  You will always be the one I want to come home to,
whether I'm a Fireman, Psychologist, Garbage Collector, Lab Technician, or
Health Club Owner.  I love you, not what you work at and I think you feel
the same way."

"Let's not get too far away from the actual topic here."  Dex steered me
back on track.  "You are a specially trained individual, a Doctor, who has
skills in dealing with people most of us don't possess.  I like my world
clear, so I understand what I'm dealing with.  You held back information
from me which could have affected the way I understand you.  That's not the
sharing which both of us committed to."  I thought about it from his
viewpoint for a minute.

"I apologize."  I acknowledged.  "I can see now this has more importance
than I attributed to it.  I could have told you, but I held off because I
was afraid.  I realize my fear was unfounded, but I thought I would be
treated differently.  I thought you might pull away from me and that
frightened me.  I'm sorry if in doing that I under appreciated you."

"You should have trusted me."  Dex said.

"I do trust you with every fiber of my being."  I testified.  "It really
wasn't a matter of trust, it was an expectation of natural reaction.
Doctors, be they Surgeons, Medical, or Academics are seen in general as
something different.  Whether they are honoured or despised, the title
invokes a preconceived attitude from people they aren't even aware of.  Our
sitting here right now indicates it did something like that for you."

"You're right."  Dex agreed.  "It invoked the knowledge there was something
very special about you which for some reason you have chosen not to share
with me.  Your generalized crap about other peoples' attitudes has nothing
to do with this.  This is between you and me."  He was right.  I kept
dodging the bullet on this.  The fact was I had not trusted him enough to
explain my full life to him.  I was having trouble understanding it myself,
because Dex meant as much to me as anyone ever has.

"You're right, Dex."  I admitted.  "If you are willing to listen, I would
like to tell you everything and maybe while I'm doing that, I can figure
out why I held it back from you, because I really don't understand it
myself."  Dex nodded and over the next hour I filled him in on the details
of my life, right to the point of my moving here.

After I was done my story, Dex sat and looked at me for a long time.  His
stare did not convey any message, no anger, no hurt, nothing which gave me
any clue as to the substance of his thoughts.  He finally cleared his
throat and began to speak.

"Do you think there is any possibility you did not share this story with me
before," he asked slowly, "because you have been convincing yourself your
previous life was finished, but I would know it isn't ?"  The question set
me back.  Way back.  I gave him the credit of understanding me, possibly
more than I had allowed myself to believe.

"How do you see it, Dex ?"  I asked.

"You're a winner, David."  he said.  "You walked away back there on your
own terms, but you weren't satisfied with the situation when you left.  We
both know it still is not finished.  You didn't tell me, because you didn't
want me to know you would be going back to finish it."  My impulse was to
argue, but I knew I had to think about what he was saying.  "The problem
here is you didn't trust I would wait for you.  I will you know.  I'll wait
as long as you need."


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"Can we talk for a few minutes, Tom."  I asked.

"Sure, Pop."  he answered.  He came into my office and after closing the
door, sat in a chair beside the overstuffed chair I was sitting in.

"Tom, I understand Sensei Adamson wants to ask Neil to go out."  I said.
"How do you feel about that ?"  He sat quiet for a minute and I could see
he was really thinking it over.

"I think he should ask him."  Tom responded.  I was a little surprised
about the openness I was hearing from him.

"I thought you might find them dating to be upsetting to you."  I observed.
He looked to the floor and swung his feet back and forth briefly.

"I don't think Neil and I feel the same way we use to since we have other
people around to care about."  he suggested.  "I still love Neil and I know
he loves me, but we're brothers now.  I think things have changed since we
first met and our feelings have changed too."

"And if Neil and Sensei Adamson find they have strong feelings for each
other ?"  I queried.

"That would be really good."  Tom enthused.  "I know Cliff and John have
been real great to Neil, but he deserves to have someone just for him.  I'm
going to have someone like that, someday.  Someone like Dex is for you,
Pop, but that's in a few years.  I'm still a kid for now."  I was very
pleased with the growth and independence Tom was showing.  He's such a
great kid.



Chapter 22

"Cliff, can I ask you something really serious ?"  The muscular State
Trooper stopped the forearm curls he had been repeating and turned his full
attention to his young friend.  He and Billy were alone in the free weights
room, wrapping up their regular exercise routine.  They had always had a
special relationship, ever since the youngster had been old enough to call
the bigger boy's name through the fence between their yards.  Cliff would
come over and pick him up and swing him around and around while Billy
squealed and laughed, begging him to do it again.  Cliff had watched over
the boy, taking on a parental role, even though only nine years separated
their ages.  Since Billy's Mother had entered the hospital the final time,
Billy felt Cliff was all of his original family remaining to him and it
strengthened their special bond even though he loved his new family and
parents.

"You know you can, Mutt."  The nickname was an old one which Cliff used,
but only when they were alone, ever since Billy had become a teenager.
Only John shared the secret of the name with the two of them.

"If a guy has sex with another guy and likes it, but is still interested in
girls, is he gay ?

"Why does he need a label, Mutt ?"  Cliff asked.  "Why can't he just be a
guy who likes sex with another guy, but is still interested in girls ?
Does everyone have to be slotted into one of a few general categories ?"

"I guess not."  he said uncertainly.  "When someone asks you if you're gay,
how do you answer ?"

"It would depend who asked me and why."  Cliff counseled.  "Whatever I
choose to do in a bedroom with a willing partner is really not anyone
else's business.  I think I understand what you're getting at.  You've
heard me say, "I'm gay and proud of it." which is using a label for my own
purposes.  I think it's different to label yourself and align yourself in a
certain category, than to allow others to label you."

"But I don't know what I am."  Bill explained.  "What do I stand up and
declare I'm proud of ?"

"What do you mean, "what you are" ?"  Cliff moved over and put his arms
around the boy.  "You are a smart, handsome, incredibly sexy, young man who
is starting to explore his sexuality at his own pace and in the way he
chooses.  That's what you are.  That's what you should be.  A perfectly
normal seventeen year old.  Horny, hung and hot."  Bill laughed at his
friend's expression.

"I got another question that needs your expertise to answer."  Bill said.
"I want to know how to have sex with a guy without hurting him."  Cliff was
a little uncertain.  He thought he knew what Bill was getting at, but he
wasn't positive.

"Tell me more."  he suggested, hoping Bill would clarify what he really
wanted to know.  Bill hesitated and then figured, who could he better trust
than Cliff.

"Jim and I have been doing some experimenting."  he explained.  "He wants
me to have sex with him, but I said I wouldn't, until I was sure I wouldn't
hurt him.  You can't tell anyone this, Cliff.  I think his older brother
has been using him for sex and not being very considerate about it.  If he
and I are going to do it, I want him to find out it can be better than
what's been happening to him."

"When you say "have sex", I take it you mean having intercourse."  Cliff
clarified.  Bill nodded.

"I'll tell you how to do this, Bill, but I can't guarantee there won't be
any pain."  Cliff told him.  "If you do as I tell you and he has been
having intercourse already, then if there's any, it would be very slight.
If you had waited awhile, we would have shown you how it's done, Mutt, but
seeing as you're in a hurry, this will have to do."

"Next year, when I'm 18 and we won't be breaking any laws, I want you and
John to show me."  Billy assured him.  "You will be my first, Cliff and
John will be second."  The big man looked into his friend's eyes and saw
determination.  "I decided that a long time ago."



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Included with my invitation to the official ceremony was a copy of the
announcement.  Dr. Eleanor McDivott was going to retire.  Since I had
departed the University, my mentor and friend had been appointed Dean of
the School of Psychology and now, three years after that appointment, had
decided to become Professor Emeritus.  I could only imagine the toll the
strain had exacted on her over this time.  Eleanor was never a woman who's
age was discernible, but I estimated she must be around 70, or even a
little more.

The next day, I received a letter from the President of the University,
inviting me to speak at the retirement banquet.  There was a hand written
note enclosed from Eleanor, telling me it was her wish I speak and to
please come a few days ahead, as she was looking forward to spending some
time with me.  I drafted a response the same day to the University,
informing them I would be pleased to speak for about 15 minutes.  This
evening I called Eleanor and talked with her for about an hour.  She had
received annual Christmas cards from me, but respecting my wishes, had made
no attempt to contact me until now.  I realized after talking with her, how
much I had missed our discussions and her friendship.  She sounded well
enough and insisted we stay with her during our visit.  She inquired about
my `companion' and I gave her all the highlights about Dex.  I arranged
with her to send two additional invitations for the ceremony and dinner, so
I could pass them on to Betty Grolier and Millie Tudpost.  I thought they
would both find it a very special occasion.

"You're going back."  Dex stated with just a trace of an `I told you so',
in his voice.

"I'm going back."  I conceded.  "And you're going with me."  Dex looked at
me with a shocked expression on his face.  "You didn't think I would go
there without showing off my guy, did you ?  Eleanor invited us to stay
with her."

"She knows about me ?"  he asked with a surprised note in his voice.

"You were just about the first item on the list we talked about."  I
assured him.  "Eleanor is anxious to meet you.  She says after she adjusts
to being retired, she's going to come and visit us for awhile."

"Wow, David."  he responded.  "That's great.  I know you've missed her,
even though you've never mentioned it.  She's one of those parts of your
life that's been missing."  My man is very perceptive.


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True to his promise, Billy hosted a sleep night in his room for Tom and
Greg.  The two younger boys had missed Billy's extra attention even though
they knew and accepted Jim's need for it.  Jim had expressed some feelings
of jealousy over Billy making an extra effort to accommodate the other boys
until Billy made it very clear there was enough love in their lives to go
around for everyone.  This was one of the first steps for Jim in accepting
the other boys as companions and realizing his responsibilities now being
one of the older brothers.

The four spent their evening laying around reading comics, talking,
listening to some music and also entertaining Timmy and Brian.  The two
younger members had not been invited this time to sleep over, but they were
included in all the evening activities.  When their bedtime came along, Pop
herded them off to their own room and settled them into bed.  The others
were allowed to stay up as long as they liked, but all were into their beds
before midnight, Billy and Jim in the big double bed and Tom and Greg in
the sleeping bags on the air mattress on the floor.  After the lights were
out and the boys started to settle, the discussions got underway.  The boys
decided to play 20 question of their own variety.  Each would ask a
question which had to be answered honestly.  The person answering could ask
the next question.

"Jim, is it better living here than at your house ?"  Greg asked.

"Most of the time."  Jim replied.  "I miss my family, but you guys are good
company.  Pop has helped me understand a lot of things about both myself
and my brother.  I feel better about myself since I came to live here."

"Tom, what do you like least about living here ?"  Jim asked.

"Sharing Billy with the rest of you."  he responded.  "Before you guys
came, I had Billy and Timmy to myself and I liked it.  Now I need to share
and sometimes it's hard."

"You know you can always come and talk, or just hang with me, Tom."  Billy
interjected.

"Yeah, I know, but sometimes it just doesn't work out right.  It's not that
I really mind sharing, I don't.  I guess I just need someone who's mine
sometimes.  Even Timmy is off doing his own things with others now.  I
think it feels lonely sometimes."

"You can hang with me too, anytime you want, Tom."  Jim offered realizing
for the first time he could be important to someone too.

"Me too."  Greg echoed, not willing to give up any of his time and
attention from Tom.

"Thanks guys.  I know you're all there, just like Pop and Dex."  Tom
answered.  "Billy, are you happy here ?"

"Very."  Billy announced.  "Who could ask for more ?  I've got five younger
brothers to kick around and I get to blame them for anything that goes
wrong."  The three others were on him in a flash and each thumped him
several times with their pillows.  Billy was laughing so much, he hardly
noticed.

"Jim, how's your sex life ?"  Bill asked, hoping to make Jim acknowledge a
change in what he was experiencing.  There was a long pause, long enough
that Greg got up on his knees and looked over the side of the bed to see if
Jim had gone to sleep.

"I think I'm in love."  Jim finally answered.  Both Greg's and Tom's heads
quickly popped up over the side of the bed.

"Who are you in love with ?"  Greg asked.

"Not your turn."  Bill said quickly.  "Jim gets the next question."

"Maybe I'm not in love," Jim continued, :"maybe I'm just in lust.  Either
way, my sex life is terrific.  And don't bother asking who, `cause I'm not
saying."

"Tom, how's your sex life."  Jim passed the question on.

"Lots less now than before," Tom responded almost immediately, "but the
quality has improved a whole lot."  He got a big grin on his face.  So did
Greg.

"Greg, how's your sex life ?"  Tom passed the question further down the
line.

"I never had any before," Greg stated, not feeling shy with any of the boys
there, "so anything and everything is great.  I'm just learning about
everything."

"You have a good teacher, Greg."  Bill assured him.  "Stick with him and
you'll learn everything you need to know."  Tom's eyes met Bill's and Tom
gave him a little smile of appreciation.  Tom had shared everything with
Bill after the New Year, so Bill understood the depth of Tom's experiences.

 "I'm horny."  Jim announced.  "You guys want to jerk off ?"

"I thought I made it clear there wasn't going to be any sex tonight."  Bill
said, giving Jim a stern look.

"I know," Jim responded, "but if I go in the bathroom and jerk off, then
you guys are going to know what I'm doing and you're going to get all
horny, then each one of you is going to have to go and jerk off and it just
seems easier if we do it here and get it all done at the same time.  It's
more fun too.  Besides, I don't think I can stand these pajamas much
longer.  You know I sleep in my jocks or nothing."  Bill looked at the
expectant faces of the younger two and realized they were hoping for closer
physical contact with him and Jim.

"Jim, your reasoning is the worst I ever heard, but I want all of you guys
to be comfortable."  Bill said.  "House rule applies here.  Only what two
or more are willing to do.  No one has to do anything if they don't want,
other than that do as you want."  All four of them sat on the bed not sure
who was going to make the first move.

"Well, I'm with Jim."  Tom announced.  "The pajamas have to go."  In a
matter of seconds, Tom's pajamas were a pile on the floor, very soon
covered by Jim's.  The other two boys added theirs with little hesitation.

Somehow the shedding of their pajamas decreased what little inhibition any
of them had felt.  They spent a good hour discussing their bodies, their
experiences and their feelings about sex and relationships.  Tom and Jim
made it clear they felt themselves to be gay, while Bill and Greg expressed
their uncertainty about where they fit and decided until they had tried out
everything, they were going to remain uncommitted.

At some point the group members began making physical contact with each
other, a stroke on the shoulder or arm, a poke in the side, or legs
touching and rubbing together.  Eventually these touches became sensual
stroking, each giving the others pleasure.  The two more experienced boys
paired with one of the less experienced, but they ended up pairing
differently than normally.  Tom had his first truly intimate time with
Bill, while Jim paired with Greg.

Tom was determined to pleasure Bill to the best of his ability.  He felt a
need to imprint his touch on the older boy's mind, feeling there would
always exist a sense of belonging to each other, a sense he felt a real
need to possess.  This was in fact unnecessary as Bill already had an
intimate desire for Tom which he had buried deep within him which would
forever tie him to his first brother.  They lay facing each other.  Tom
lightly stroked Bill's shoulder and chest.

"I'm a little surprised after everything you were put through," Bill
quietly suggested to Tom, "you would want anyone to touch you ever again."

"I didn't know what to think at first."  Tom replied.  They both knew the
other two were listening carefully.  "When I first arrived, Pop sent me to
Dex for massage, to help where I was sore and had been hurt.  It was with
Dex I first accepted I could be touched with gentle care and not be hurt or
used.  Later when Pop and I talked about everything, we discussed the
differences in touching and by that time I had learned the massages could
give me a lot of pleasure while I felt safe and protected.  For me, Dex's
hands and touch are caring and love and I know they would never harm or
hurt me.  Because of that I can accept and enjoy your touch, knowing it
comes also from caring and love."  Bill slowly reached out and lightly
returned Tom's gentle strokes.

"I learned something like that with Billy touching me."  Jim commented.
"It was the first time I noticed someone wanted me to feel pleasure instead
of just getting their own jollies from what we were doing."

"Do you think Pop and Dex know we play around like this ?"  Greg asked.
"I'm always a little scared about what would happen if I got caught.  At
home, my Dad would have beaten Brian and me if he even thought we were
acting queer.

"That's just a label."  Bill said.  "Cliff told me that.  Isn't it shitty
two guys can't express any caring or tenderness toward each other without
being labeled."

"I think Pop and Dex know exactly what we do with each other."  Tom
responded.  "I think they expect us to help each other, whether it's Jim,
learning the difference about touching, or Greg, experiencing his first
blow job.  They don't care if we're gay or straight, they want us to be
brothers, sharing with each other."

The gentle touching and stroking each pair had been sharing had brought all
of the boys to a heightened sexual state.  Each was sporting a fully
extended erection and they were all now involved in genital stimulation,
pulling, caressing and stroking cocks, balls and ass cheeks.  With all four
bodies occupying the same double bed, the pairs were in no way isolated and
Tom's and Jim's backs frequently brushed against each other, providing a
connection between all of them.

With no actual discussion, it seemed to be a group consensus a pair of 69s
would complete this night's activities.  Greg was inexperienced in this
activity, but Jim showed great patience and gentleness in demonstrating the
basics to his younger charge and coaching him through his initiation.  The
moans and groans of those around him fired Greg to extra efforts and it was
not long before all four had delivered notable loads which each partner
found savory and fulfilling.  Greg had steeled himself to receive Jim's
discharge, but found it a far more pleasurable and sweet tasting event than
he had anticipated.

Half an hour later they were all cuddled together like a litter of pups,
sharing warmth and comfort with one another and sound asleep.  None were
aware of David and Dex checking on them in the early hours of the morning
and pulling the sheets and blankets over them so they would not chill
through the night.

"Do you detect the traces of a familiar odour in the air ?"  Dex queried
with raised eyebrows and a big smirk on his lips.

"Ah, yes."  David replied.  "The scent of young manhood abloom.  I think
our family has joined together and discovered each other as brothers and
friends.  They have all come a long way in a very short time."

"Thanks to you."  Dex commented to him candidly.

"Don't underplay your part, my love."  David responded, wrapping Dex in a
secure hug.  "You and all our adopted family have worked hard at helping
these boys find themselves and everyone deserves part of the credit."

"It wouldn't have happened without you at the helm, steering the ship."
Dex stated sincerely.  "If you hadn't been concerned and cared about Tom in
the first place, none of this would have happened and these boys all would
be in much turmoil and distress.  I thank you for them as well as myself."
Dex gave David a long, lingering kiss as he rubbed up tightly against him.
He then smiled, wiggled his eyebrows and went to bed.  David followed him
quickly.

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