A Sexual Life
by Daddy's Boy


This story was told to me by an online friend about his childhood. I have no way of knowing if it is completely true or not, but I took notes for him and decided to write it as he requested. There were gaps of time that he couldn't remember and I decided to fill them in to keep the story going. So parts of the story I know are fiction. The story is about his sexual upbringing and contains a lot of sex between men and boys and occasionally incest. I know that this stuff isn't legal everywhere and not everyone likes this kind of story but for those of you who do here it is.

A Sexual Life Part 1- Chapter 1

CODES: M/b anal

The story beings in 1979.

 

I was six years old the first time. The thing is I can't remember much before that night, but I can remember that night and what came later like it happened yesterday. His name was Scott Mays. I remember that much, and of course it helps that his arrest, trial and a few other events were recorded by the local paper and my dad cut and saved each article. For a while afterward life was unnaturally normal for me, but it all changed again later. I'll get to that in a bit. First let me describe what happened with Scott Mays and how it all ended.

My father was a coast to coast truck driver who was seldom ever home. My mother worked two jobs herself and was likewise hardly ever home. My grandparents took care of me most of the time. We lived with them at the time, but my mom decided that with my dad gone all the time and Gramps just a little too old to do "boy stuff" that I needed a younger male influence in my life. That was how I found myself being interviewed by an older man at the local YMCA.

He asked all sorts of questions about what I liked to do, what I wanted to be when I grew up and all of that. I don't remember any of my answers to those questions, but really, what six year old boy knows what he wants to be when he grows up? Sure I probably said a fireman or something like that but really, who knows?

Then my mom was in the room with us and the man told her that I would be matched with a man who would best help me realize my goals and who could spend quality time with me. I didn't understand what most of it meant, but I did get the idea that I was about to be spending a lot of time with a man I didn't know.

Sure enough I was right. What my mother had done was enter me into the Big Brothers/Big Sisters program. It was and still is a mentoring program for young children. Most of the children in the program came from single parent homes. Boys were matched with men and girls were matched with women – big brothers and big sisters.

My "big brother" came to our house with the same man who had asked me all of those questions just a few days later. I couldn't tell you what he looked like at that time, but I do know from his pictures in the papers and the information about him in the articles that he was twenty-three years old, six feet tall with brown hair and brown eyes.

That evening we all walked down the street to a soda machine. He carried me on his shoulders, and I thought it was awesome. I was actually very excited about spending time with him. The man from the program told us that the program would provide free tickets to movies, coupons for free meals at fast food restaurants and skating passes to get into Roller Heaven for free. I was excited. I didn't get to go to movies very often, and I'd never been to the skating rink before. I had skates and skated back and forth on the sidewalk in front of our house, so I knew how to skate but I couldn't wait to get to Roller Heaven.

In the first few weeks that we spent time together he took me to a movie that I can't even remember now. We ate at fast food restaurants each time he came to pick me up which was twice a week. One evening during the week and then for a few hours on Saturday we were together. We got matching t-shirts at The T-Shirt Factory in the mall and we rode bikes through the park. I was really enjoying spending time with him even with him patting me on the butt and telling me I was a great kid just before he dropped me off at home each time. Things were going so good that on that Saturday my mom agreed to let me spend time at Scott's apartment after skating.

Roller Heaven was on the edge of the city. It was a long brick building with a huge red roller skate on the roof. The inside seemed huge to me at the time. The entrance had red carpet on the floor and the walls. There was a black metal railing that went from the doorway to get into the rink all the way to the door of the entrance itself. Just before the doorway to get into the rink there was a window in the wall with a small opening at the bottom. A black woman with her hair in long braids with colorful beads at the ends stood on the other side of that window and took our passes. She stamped our hands and let us inside the rink. We went straight to the skate counter to get skates. My own skates weren't for the roller rink's floor because I skated with them outside, so he rented skates for both of us. The skate counter was covered in shaggy red carpet and just behind it was a rack of skates that was almost to the ceiling and extended the length of the counter. The man behind the counter was tall and skinny with red hair and a lot of freckles.

"Hey, Scott," he said as we came up to the counter. His green eyes looked me up and down. "Who's this?"

"This is Chris Patterson," said Scott. "Remember I told you that I was joining the Big Brothers Program? This is my 'little brother'."

"Cute kid," he said, smiling at me.

"Chris, this is Lenny," said Scott. "We're good friends."

"Nice to meet you, Lenny," I said. My mom had taught me manners and I did my best to remember them all the time.

"Polite," Lenny said, smiling again as he put two pairs of skates on the counter. "Enjoy your skate."

I looked at all of the game machines lined up along the wall as we passed them to get to the benches beside the skate floor. The skate floor was separated from the bench area by a cement half wall. The carpet on the floor by the benches was red just like everywhere else there was carpet. The skate floor was blue marble. We sat on the first bench and took off our shoes to put on our skates. Scott took our shoes and put them in a locker in the row of lockers behind the benches. He put his money and and took the key which he pinned to his shirt.

"Ready?" he asked, smiling at me.

"Yeah," I said, smiling back.

"Let's do it," he said as he skated over to the opening in the half wall.

We skated around the large floor, laughing and smiling the whole time. There were colored lights on the ceiling and a disco ball in the center of the ceiling above the skate floor. The lights were flashing on and off, pulsing to the beat of the music the DJ was playing. I could see the DJ in his booth at the other end of the skate floor. It was a high booth, probably so he could watch the entire floor from his windows. Scott waived at the DJ and told me that his name was Skip and another good friend. I couldn't see Skip very well and he had a blue ball cap on his head with headphones over his ears.

Skip announced that the Block Game was going to start over the speakers, and Scott asked me if I wanted to play the game. He quickly pointed out the colored spots on the wall. Each was a different color and there were six of them in all. He said that Skip or one of the other floor guards would come out to the center of the floor with a huge rubber dice that had one of the six colors on each side. When the music stopped everyone skated to a color and the floor guard would roll the dice once everyone had reached a color. Whichever color the dice landed on those people had to leave the floor and the music would start again. The object was to be among the last group on the floor by the end of the game. The winners would get a free soda or hotdog.

We played the game, laughing and talking with people who chose the same color as we did. We were in the game for a long time before we went to the white color and it was rolled, meaning we had to leave the floor. Scott told me he'd buy me a slice of pizza and a soda as we left the floor. The snack area was at the head of the skate floor again separated by a half concrete wall. There were round white tables with orange benches that were connected by steel bars that formed the frame for the table. Against the half wall were four booth type tables with high backed benches on either side of each table. These were white and orange as well. The snack bar was a long counter with glass displays of various types of candy and a slushy machine. There was a hotdog wheel and a microwave on the back counter along with a pizza oven and four different soda fountains. Red and green licorice strips wrapped in plastic hung from a wire above the counter, and a cotton candy machine took up the end of the counter. Bags of cotton candy in various colors and flavors hung from the ceiling all around the counter.

The lady behind the counter had dark curly hair that was almost all over grey. Her hair was long enough to lay on the back of her neck, and she wore large brown plastic framed glasses that made her dark eyes look huge. She smiled at us as we skated up to the counter and talked with Scott for a few minutes before she turned her attention to me. She smiled widely as she looked at me and said, "Well isn't he a cutie? Hi, honey. My name is Emma."

"Nice to meet you, Emma," I said, smiling back. There was something about her that reminded me of my grandmother. I liked her on the spot.

"So polite," she chuckled, beaming at me. "With that blond hair and those big blue eyes he's going to break a lot of hearts when he gets older."

"He's my 'little brother'," said Scott in a proud sounding voice.

"So you did volunteer?" she asked.

"Sure did," he said. "Best thing I've ever done."

"I told you," she said, smiling.

"His name is Chris, and he's a great kid," he said without patting me on the butt for once.

"What can I get you guys?" she asked.

"Two slices of that pepperoni pizza and a couple of sodas," he said.

"Comin' right up," she said, smiling at me again.

She got our pizza and sodas and we sat at one of the round tables to eat. He told me that Emma was the owner of Roller Heaven and he'd known her since he was a kid. Pretty soon Lenny came to sit with us with his own soda. He and Scott talked back and forth about something I couldn't understand, but I did notice that they kept looking at me funny from time to time. I was glad when Lenny had to get back to work and Scott and I returned to the skate floor. Something about the way that Lenny looked at me made me feel funny and not in a good way.

We skated around the floor for a long time, racing each other. I know he let me win each time but it was fun. When the final skate was announced we took off our skates and retrieved our shoes. We stopped for a burger and fries at one of the fast food restaurants near his apartment and headed to his place. He lived in a three story grey brick building. His apartment was on the second floor. We took the wooden stairs behind the building to the second floor balcony and he opened the door and let me go in ahead of him.

"Ma, we're here," he said as he closed the door. "I brought you a burger."

"That's nice, dear," said an older woman with short brown hair and dark eyes. She looked a lot like Scott. "So this is Chris?"

"Sure is," he said. "Chris, this is my mom, Hattie."

"Nice to meet you, Hattie," I said.

"It's nice to meet you as well," she said. "I'm gonna leave for bingo in a little bit. What time do you have to have him home?"

"He has to be home at eight," he replied.

"Well I'll be back by seven-thirty," she said, smiling. She searched the bag of burgers until she found hers. "I'll eat this on the way. You two be good."

We sat at the small kitchen table to eat our burgers. The table had a white tablecloth with yellow daisies all over it. The kitchen itself was yellow. The walls were bright yellow, and the cabinets and counters were a deeper yellow. The floor was white with yellow and brown specks. Even the appliances were yellow. Scott said that this was his mother's apartment and she loved yellow. Once we were finished with our food he put the wrappers back in the bag and put it in the trash can and I followed him into the front room.

The carpet in the front room was brown shag. The couch and recliner were tan. There was a tan coffee table in front of the couch with matching end tables at both ends of the couch. Each had a lamp that was light wood with a tan shade. Across from the couch was a console television with a VCR on top of it. Scott put in a cartoon movie and then sat on the couch.

"Come sit on my lap," he said. "We'll watch this movie. Ma'll be back not long after it gets over."

I walked over to him and he lifted me up and sat me on his lap. Being a six year old I squirmed until I was comfortable without knowing what effect that was having on him or that he was already excited. He put one hand on my thigh and the other on my stomach. The hand on my stomach was rubbing back and forth as I watched the movie. It was a few minutes before I felt something hard under my butt but I didn't think anything of it. I was sure there was just something in his pocket.

"Do you like the movie?" he asked, leaning his head close to my so that his lips were almost touching my ear.

"Yeah," I said softly. I'd seen the movie before. I remember that much, but I don't remember what the movie was.

"It's a good movie," he said. "Wanna feel like you're riding in a boat?"

"Sure," I said although I'd never been on a boat and wouldn't know the difference.

I was shocked when he put the hand that had been rubbing my stomach over my crotch. He rubbed a little harder there, and I could feel my own little peter get hard under his touch. He mumbled something into my ear, but I was still to shocked to think about what he was saying. I couldn't think of anything but his hand on my peter. Then he said it louder. "It feels good doesn't it?"

"Yeah," I said honestly. I knew somewhere in my head that this was one of those "bad touches" they talked about at school but I couldn't think of why it was bad. It felt really good.

"Want it to feel even better?" he asked.

"Yeah," I replied. I wanted to be a good boy and not make him angry with me. My mom had told me to behave.

He unbuttoned the fly of my jeans and put his hand inside over my underwear and rubbed again. He was breathing heavy as he rubbed me and I was thinking about how good it felt to have him rub me. I kept looking at the kitchen door that led to the balcony. The curtain on the window in the door wasn't closed. I was afraid someone would see us, but he just kept rubbing so I didn't worry about it for long. I did gasp when he went from rubbing to squeezing my peter slightly.

"Feel good?" he asked, tickling my ear with his lips.

"Yeah," I said. It really felt good.

"Want to make me feel good?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said. I wanted to behave like my mom said to.

"Okay, but you have to swear you won't tell anyone about this," he said. "Not even your mom and dad. Do you swear?"

"I swear," I said but I didn't know why I had to.

"Okay, let's get your pants off then," he said, lifting me up so that I was standing in front of him.

He pulled my pants off and I stepped out of my shoes so I could get them off. Then he surprised me by pushing my underwear down my legs but I stepped out of those too. Then he moved around behind me for a bit before picking me up and putting me back on his lap. I could feel his peter now and I knew then that it was his peter I'd been feeling under my butt the whole time. It was stiff like mine as he sat me down. I could feel it wedged in the crack of my butt and he pulled me tighter against him and let out a soft moan.

"So good," he said in a breathy voice. "You're my little buddy aren't you?"

"Yeah," I said as his hand wrapped around my peter again.

"Such a good little buddy," he said, pushing himself tight against me again. "Oh such a good little buddy. Does my little buddy want to learn a new trick to make me feel good?"

"Yeah," I said. I was getting a little scared now but I didn't know why.

He stood me up on the floor again and then got up and went to the bathroom door which was across the room next to the television. He reached into the bathroom and grabbed a tub of vasaline and came back to the couch. He put the tub on the table and then pushed his own pants and underwear down. I got a good look at his peter then and I thought it was huge. Compared to mine it was, but I learned not so much later that his wasn't actually all that big. It was probably only twice the size of my own and mine was little. I watched him coat his peter with the vasaline and then he wiped his hand on a towel he'd placed on the back of the couch. Then he picked me up again and sat me back down. This time his peter was slimy and slid all around the crack of my butt as he sat me down.

"Oh yeah," he sighed. "Such a good little buddy. Now this is gonna hurt a little bit, but I promise it'll get better and you'll feel really good okay?"

"Okay," I said softly. I didn't want him to hurt me, but I was being a good boy.

Then he lifted me up a bit and put his hand under my butt to grab his peter. He moved it and I felt it against my butt hole and gasped at the feeling that gave me. Then he was pulling me down on it and the pain started almost at once. I was breathing really hard but I tried not to cry or make any other sounds. I wanted to be a good boy for him and thankfully he'd been right about not hurting for very long. It stung after a little bit but it was nothing like the searing pain like fire inside my butt. That's when I realized that my butt was tight against him again. His whole peter was up my butt. I was shaking like crazy as he wrapped an arm around my waist without touching my peter and slowly lifted me up again. Then he was kissing the side of my neck and my ear.

"Such a good little buddy," he moaned as he kissed me. He lifted me up and then let me slide back down again over and over again. "Such a sweet little buddy. You're my good little buddy aren't you?"

"Yeah," I said in a shaky voice.

"Yeah, such a good little buddy," he said. "God, you're such a sweet little buddy."

It went on like that for a long time. I went back to watching the window in the kitchen door now really afraid that someone would see me naked. That was bad. My mom had told me not to go naked where people can see. She said it was bad. I hoped and prayed that no one came to the window and saw me being bad. He just kept telling me I was his good and sweet little buddy as I watched the window and he lifted me up and let me down over and over again. He was doing it slowly, but it felt like I had to go to the bathroom really bad but it was going up inside me instead of coming out. It was an odd feeling that didn't feel really good like he'd said it would. It didn't hurt either. But I sure did feel really full.

"Oh yeah!" he hissed as he held me tight against him for a long moment. It was like he was twitching behind me and little moans came out of his mouth which was again next to my ear. "Oh yeah," he sighed. "Such a good little buddy. Just sit still for a minute, okay?"

"Okay," I said. I wanted the fullness to go away but I sat there for a little bit like he'd said to. Then he slowly lifted me off of him and stood me on the floor again.

"Go into the bathroom and sit on the toilet," he said as he stood up, using the towel from the back of the couch to wipe his peter.

I went and sat on the toilet for him. I felt like I had to go really bad so I pushed like I was taking a dump. Nothing happened but I pushed again and again anyway. He came in a few minutes later. His peter was soft now and looked a lot like mine. I did notice that he had a lot of hair around his though. He had me stand up and bend over the toilet while he used toilet paper to wipe my butt. Then he pushed his finger up my butt and I gasped. It didn't hurt but it sure surprised me. Then he was wiping my butt again. He stood me back up and threw the toilet paper into the toilet and flushed it.

Then he had me get dressed and helped me tie my shoes. He sat back down on the couch and told me to sit beside him while we finished watching the movie. It was about over anyway. I sat there hoping that no one had seen me through the window in the kitchen door. I jumped when I heard it open and looked into the kitchen to see Hattie coming back in. She was smiling really big as she came into the kitchen. She put her big purse on the counter and came into the living room.

"I won," she said, smiling at Scott.

"That's great, Ma," he said.

"You bet your butt it is," she laughed. "What time do you have to go?"

"We're gonna leave after the movie is over," he said.

She went into the bathroom and closed the door. Scott looked at me and smiled, putting a finger in front of his lips to motion for me to keep quiet. I nodded and went back to watching the movie. My butt was sore but I didn't want to make him mad so I didn't say anything. The movie ended and then we were going back down to the car. He didn't say anything to me until we were both in the car with the doors shut. He looked at me and put his hand on my thigh.

"Remember," he said. "You can't tell anyone what we did tonight, Chris. We'll both get into a lot of trouble if anyone finds out."

"I won't tell," I promised.

"Good boy," he said as he patted my thigh.

And I didn't tell anyone what had happened. I had a hard time using the bathroom the next day but my mom just thought I was constipated and gave me a stool softener. School had ended for the summer that Friday so Scott had arranged to spend the entire day with me on Wednesday. Mom said that he would pick me up around noon and then drop me off again after we had dinner. I wondered if he would put his peter in my butt again. I hoped not because my butt was still really sore. It turned out that we were going to be riding around in a big delivery truck for most of the afternoon to collect bundles of papers to be taken for recycle. He called it a Paper Drive. After we'd dropped all of the bundles of paper at the recycle center we raked leaves for a few old people and then had dinner at his apartment before he took me home again. I was really glad that he didn't want to put his peter in my butt again because I wasn't sure I would have said no. I really wanted to be a good boy.

My dad came home from the road the day after my day spent with Scott. I noticed right away that something was wrong for the few days he was there because my mom didn't talk to him much and he avoided talking to anyone but me. I got a hug and a kiss before he left for the road again on Friday afternoon and Mom seemed happier when he was out of the house. I didn't know what it meant but it gave me nightmares. I told Scott about it when he came to take me to a movie Saturday afternoon.

"I'm sure it's nothing to worry about," he said when I told him what it had been like when my dad was home. "They were probably both tired. Your mom works a lot and I know how tiring it can be to drive a truck all day and night for weeks on end."

What I didn't know was after the movie I was going to his girlfriend's house to spend the night. Mom hadn't told me about that so I wasn't sure what to think about it at first. Vanessa was a pretty girl with long curly blonde hair and blue eyes. She smiled a lot and seemed really happy to have me stay over. She lived with her parents and they were really nice too. Her dad let me sit on his lap while he watched the news. Scott and Vanessa went into her bedroom to have a private talk and her mom was making dinner in the kitchen. I can't remember the two of them all that clearly, but I think they had light hair and blue eyes like Vanessa. I remember that we ate roast beef with potatoes and carrots for dinner that night and then I was given a choice of sleeping in the living room on a pallet or in the guest room with Scott. He looked at me when Vanessa's mom asked me where I wanted to sleep and winked so I knew he wanted me to sleep in the guest room with him. So I told her I would sleep with Scott. Then I was surprised that they were going to follow my mom's rule about bed time. I was put in the bath tub at seven and then tucked into bed at eight while Scott went back to the living room to watch television with Vanessa and her parents.

I was asleep when Scott got into the bed. I didn't even know he was there until I felt something hard poking my underwear covered butt. I woke up enough to look behind me. There was Scott. He had his hard peter in his hand and was bumping my butt with it to wake me up. He smiled at me and whispered that I was his good buddy. I pulled my underwear down off my butt and off my legs as quickly as I could. "Don't take them off," he whispered, but they were already off so I put them under my pillow. Then I felt him pushing his peter into my butt and I closed my eyes real tight and held my breath to keep from crying. It really hurt this time but once it was in it got a little better. He moved it in and out slowly and I got used to it. His hands were on my hips to hold me in place and he was whispering that I was his good little buddy again the whole time. I don't know how long it lasted but I remember he got real still all at once and started to shake a little bit. Then he was helping me put my underwear back on again.

"I told you not to take them off," he said in a hard voice that made me think he was mad at me.

"I didn't mean to," I said trying really hard not to cry. I didn't like it that he was mad at me.

"Just go to sleep," he said and turned away from me.

He wasn't in bed when I woke up the next morning. I put on my clothes and went into the living room. Vanessa's dad was sitting in his recliner. He smiled at me when I came into the room. I smiled back, but he told me to go on in the kitchen and get some breakfast. Her mom made me pancakes when I sat at the table. I was still eating when Vanessa and Scott came in. He sat down beside me at the table and waited until I was done eating before he told me to get my stuff together so he could take me home. I thanked everyone for letting me stay and for the food before I went and got my stuff together. He drove me home without saying anything at all until he were sitting in front of my house.

"Remember, Chris," he said. "You can't tell anyone about what happened last night or the last time."

"I remember," I said quietly.

"Well go on in then," he said.

I got out of the car and headed for the house. I don't know how I knew, but I was sure that was the last time I would see Scott Mays again. I only saw him in person one more time before he was arrested and that was almost five years later.


I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'd like to hear from you all, but flames will be ignored. You can send me your comments. Thanks to LordRand for editing the story for me.