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 - Chapter 5

CODES: t/b, masturbation, oral

A lot of things happened after I said that. First my Uncle Jed walked out of my section of the basement and up the stairs. Then my mom came downstairs to ask me what happened but I wouldn't tell her. I just got ready for bed and crawled under my covers. I told her I was really tired and she shut off the light and went back upstairs. I went back to school the next day and didn't see Uncle Jed until later in the day. I was sitting at the kitchen table when he came in and sat down across from me. He watched me do my homework but didn't say anything. I just went on with it until it was done.

"Wanna take a ride with me?" he asked when I was putting my books in my book bag.

"Sure," I said and smiled at him. He didn't smile back.

I took my book bag downstairs and then came back up to go with him. My mom seemed happy that we were going somewhere together but neither of us said anything to her on our way out of the house. We got in the Jeep and he drove down the street and headed for the river. I didn't know what to expect from him so I kept my mouth shut and waited for him to start talking. He didn't until we were at the little park on the riverfront. It was only just getting warm again after the winter so not many people were there and all of them were standing on the pier looking out at the dirty water of the Mississippi.

"Chris what do you know about me and Warner and your dad and Warner?" he asked me as we sat there in his Jeep.

"While we were camping I saw my dad and Warner in the shower together," I said. "I heard them talking while my dad fucked him. He asked Warner why he didn't let you fuck him on my birthday and Warner said there wasn't time and that you would after we got home from camping."

"Did you say anything to your dad or Warner about it?" he asked.

"No," I said. "I don't talk to either of them if I can help it. I also won't share a room with Warner when I'm forced to stay at my dad's. I don't want to talk to them at all anymore."

"But you're talking to me," he said.

"Uncle Jed I haven't been close with my dad ever," I said. "Warner was my friend. At least I thought he was my friend. He got me to do things that were bad and all because he was doing bad things with you and my dad. I don't know why I'm not mad at you for it. I think I should be but I'm not mad. I just don't want to be alone with those two anymore."

"Chris what did Warner make you do?" he asked.

"He didn't make me do anything," I said. "I even liked it. I mean I didn't like him cumming in my mouth at first but I got used to it. I just caught them doing something that was worse and I don't want them to try to do it to me so I don't want anything to do with them anymore."

"You don't think I would try to fuck you?" he asked and I was amazed that he'd let me get away with using that language.

"No I don't," I said after a minute. "You love me."

"Well so does your dad," he said.

"No he doesn't," I said quickly. "Don't tell me he does. I don't believe it and I never will."

"You're not mad at me though," he said softly.

"Uncle Jed I want things to go back to the way they were between us," I said. "I hated not being close to you. I know you won't try to hurt me so can't we please just be the way we were?"

"Sure we can," he said. "And you're right that I won't do anything to you. For one thing you're too young for that."

"But you did it with Warner," I said.

"Yes and Warner is a teenager," he said. "You're growing up really fast and in some ways you're really mature but you're still a kid."

"Oh," I said as it sunk in. Uncle Jed liked teenaged boys but not kids my age. That made it even easier not to be mad at him.

And just like that things did go back to the way they were between me and Uncle Jed. I even started showing him my dick stick again. He told me a week later that he told my dad that I know about everything. He said that my dad wouldn't make a big fuss about me coming to visit him anymore. He didn't either. He'd call and ask my mom if I wanted to come and when I told her no he said he'd try again in two weeks. Even my mom didn't ask about it anymore but then my mom didn't really like my dad anymore anyway.

Two weeks before school let out for the summer my mom started going out to dinner with a guy named Frank. I met him once and didn't like him at all but my mom seemed to so I didn't say anything to her about it. I did tell Uncle Jed. He told me that he didn't like Frank either but we had to keep it to ourselves because my mom seemed to like him. He said that she'd stop dating him soon enough. He was wrong about that though. She started inviting him to the house for dinner and things like that. She told me to be polite to him and I did but I still didn't like him.

One thing that solved a lot of problems for me that summer was that I tried out for one of the park district summer baseball teams and made the team. I became the short stop for the Sharks. The team was sponsored by O'Dell's Diner and every time we won a game we got a free burger from the diner. My dad came to every game and that I let slide. I didn't say anything when Frank started coming to the games with my mom either. All I paid attention to was the game itself and anything that Coach Bob told us. I had bigger problems to deal with.

My birthday was July 13 and it was now July 1. My mom started talking about the two weeks I would spend with my dad. I told her real quick that I didn't want to spend two weeks with my dad. Frank happened to be sitting there and snapped at me not to talk to my mother that way. Uncle Jed was at work and Gramps was gone to play cards somewhere. Grams was out in the yard checking on the tomato plants so no one but my mom and Frank were in the kitchen with me. I just looked at him for a moment and then walked away. Unfortunately he followed me into the living room. I didn't know it until he grabbed me and spun me around. Then he grabbed my shoulders and squeezed them hard.

"Don't you ever walk away from me like that again," he said with his face right up close to mine. "Now you march your sorry ass back in there an apologize to your mom for the way you acted."

I went into the kitchen and told her I was sorry for sassing her but I didn't think I had. She told me to go downstairs to my room. I did that and then I could hear him yelling at my mom that I was a no good kid who didn't know how to mind his elders and how he would teach me my place. I was scared to death as I sat there on my bed. I couldn't wait for him to go home and one thing was for sure. I was going to spend two weeks with my dad all right. There was no way I was going to stick around to be around Frank.

My mom came into my room and sat beside me on my bed when Frank left for work. She asked me if I was all right and I wouldn't talk to her. I wouldn't even look at her. First my dad turns out to be a pervert and now she was going to let this guy hurt me. I hated both of my parents at that moment. She got up and left after a while of me being quiet and not looking at her. I just laid back on my bed and stared at the rafters above me for a long time. When Uncle Jed came home I told him what had happened and he started yelling at my mom about it. I never did come back upstairs that night. I didn't come upstairs until it was time for baseball the next day. I was starving but I wanted nothing to do with my mom.

Uncle Jed took me to the baseball game. We stopped along the way and he got me a hot dog and some fries from the drive in diner. He told me that if Frank ever laid a hand on me again I was to tell him. I promised I would and then we were at the park. I saw Frank sitting beside my mom right off and I told Uncle Jed that I was gonna go straight to the dugout with my team. He said he'd sit right above the dugout to watch the game and he'd be the one to take me home. He was off work that night so I didn't have to be afraid. I did my best during that game and we won five to three. Jed took me for my free burger and bought me a milkshake and cheese fries to go with it. When we got back to the house Frank congratulated me on winning my game. I thanked him and then went down to the basement.

On the fourth of July I got the worst news possible. Frank went with me and my mom to the riverfront to watch the fireworks. I was happy that Uncle Jed came with us because Frank was there and he started drinking beer as soon as we got there. I'd noticed in the last few days that he was really mean when he was drinking. I sat next to Uncle Frank on the blanket that he'd brought and watched my mom try to keep Frank from drinking too much. She didn't succeed. He was drunk before the sun was fully down. That's when his voice got loud. Uncle Jed looked like he was getting mad but he didn't say anything. After a while we got up and he folded the blanket and we started to walk away from them when my mom called out to us.

"Where are you two going?" she asked.

"Away from him," Uncle Jed said. "Come on Chris."

We walked over to the other side of the park and sat closer to the water. There was a group of women sitting not three feet from us and they kept looking at Uncle Jed and his bulging arms. I thought he was going to talk to them for a minute but the fireworks started then. The show was great with lots of loud explosions and huge bursting colors. By the time it was over I was tired though. Even in the summer I was usually in bed pretty early. It was almost midnight by the time we found Mom and Frank. Frank started yelling at me as soon as we saw them.

"You think you're hot shit tonight don't you boy?" he hollered at me. "Well we'll see about that won't we?"

"Laura you'd better shut him the hell up," Uncle Jed said. "I'm driving Chris home tonight."

"No you're fuckin' not," shouted Frank. People around us started staring at us. "Boy get your ass over here before I make you sorry."

"Come on Chris," said Uncle Jed grabbing my shirt to pull me along after him. Frank was still yelling behind us.

I didn't have to put up with him for the rest of the night. When we got home I went straight to bed. I didn't even take a shower. It was the next day that I was confronted by Frank. I came upstairs for breakfast when I woke up. Grams was standing at the stove and Gramps was sitting at the table. My mom was just coming into the kitchen with Frank right behind her. I didn't know he was spending nights at our house until then. I didn't think about that long because he grabbed me by my shirt and spun me around to face him as soon as he saw me.

"What did I tell you about walkin' away from me?" he yelled in my face.

"Hey!" Grams yelled as she turned from the stove.

"Let loose of him!" cried Gramps.

He didn't let go. Instead he screamed in my face that I should answer him when he spoke to me. I didn't though. I couldn't. I was too scared. Then he backhanded me so hard I fell backward against Grams and slid down her leg to the floor holding my hand over my mouth. It had happened so fast that I didn't even see Gramps get up from the table and move to stand between where I sat in the floor and Frank stood but he was there poking his finger at Frank's chest.

"Don't you ever touch my grandson again," he yelled.

"Fuck you," Frank yelled back and then he walked out of the kitchen and through the living room. I heard him slam the front door.

"Chris," my mom said but Grams was already kneeling beside me.

"You go talk to your father Laura," she said. "I'll take care of Chris."

She got me to stand up and sit in a chair and then she was putting ice on my swelled lip. I could hear my grandpa and mom arguing in the living room. Uncle Jed was at work so he didn't know about it yet. I didn't like what I was hearing out of the living room though. I knew that mom wasn't going to do anything about what Frank had done when I heard what she was saying to my grandpa. I never heard my grandpa talk like that either. I just sat there and looked at my grandma as they yelled at each other in the living room.

"You just stood there and let that man hurt your son!" Gramps yelled. "I won't have it Laura. Not under my roof. I don't ever want to see that man in my house again!"

"I love him Dad," she said. "And Chris was out of line last night."

"Out of line?" he snapped. "I'll tell you what is fuckin' out of line and that's you dating a drunk who hits my grandson while you just take his side. If you love him so much just go live with him but Chris stays here!"

"You can't keep my son," she yelled. "I'll call the damned cops!"

It got quiet after that. Mom went out the front door and Gramps came back to the kitchen and sat down to eat his breakfast. He looked at me and then he got a mad look on his face. For the rest of the day I stayed in the basement. I thought about just leaving. I knew that if Mom moved in with Frank I'd have to go with her and I didn't want to go. I wished Gramps could just keep me in the house with him but I knew that Mom would never allow that to happen.

Then Uncle Jed came home and before I knew it he was standing in front of me with his hand on my chin so he could see my lip. He started cussing as he went back up the stairs. I heard the front door slam and a few minutes later I heard his Jeep start and his tires squeal as he pulled away from the curb. I just sat there on the bed and cried. I didn't know where Uncle Jed was going but I was sure he was looking for Frank. I didn't know where Frank lived but I hoped that he didn't hurt my Uncle Jed.

I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew it was morning and my mom was carrying boxes down the stairs. She told me to start putting my stuff in the boxes when she saw that I was awake. I could hear Uncle Jed and Gramps yelling upstairs. I just sat there on the bed and looked at her for a long time. She stared at me but didn't say anything for the longest time. Then she threw the boxes on the floor.

"Damn it Chris you're attitude has got to change," she said. "Now pack your stuff. We're moving."

"I don't want to move," I said. "I want to stay here. You go ahead and move without me."

"You're my son and you're moving with me," she said. "Now pack."

There was a lot of yelling after that. Uncle Jed came downstairs and started yelling at my mom like I'd never heard before. I didn't win that little fight though. In the end my stuff was packed and Uncle Jed carried it out to the truck Mom had rented. He kept telling me to call him if there was any problem and made me tell him the phone number to the house so he knew I had memorized it. I thought that was funny because I'd known the phone number since I was six years old.

Frank lived in a mobile home in a mobile home park called Rolling Acres. It was a three bedroom home that was a straight shot. You came in through the kitchen and walked into the living room from there. Then you went down a hall and there were three bedrooms and a bathroom. The whole place looked brand new. I'd never been inside a mobile home before. But I got another shock when a teenaged girl walked out of the second bedroom. She looked at me and smiled.

"You must be Chris," she said. "I'm Brenda."

"Chris this is Frank's daughter," said my mom but I still wasn't speaking to her.

Brenda had bleached blond hair that fell over her shoulders and big blue eyes and a perfect white smile. She helped me carry my stuff into the first bedroom and I was happy there was at least a bed in there. It was smaller than the one I had at home but it would do. She talked a mile a minute about how much fun we would have now that I was living there. I didn't bother to tell her that I was scared to death. She was just too happy. She took me down to the office of the mobile home park and we got sodas from the machine and walked back. Frank was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's Frank?" I asked her.

"Oh he got called out," she said like that explained everything. She must have seen the question on my face because she laughed. "He's a truck driver. He got called out on a run. He'll be gone for a while."

I was happy to hear that. For almost the rest of that summer I never saw Frank. I did spend two weeks with my dad though. I only got one party that year and my mom and Brenda came to the party. Brenda knew Dawn and Warner from school. She was the same age as Dawn. I got a lot of presents from everyone that year and had a great time at my party. I even talked to Warner and let everything be all right between us for the party. When we got back to the house they lived in I decided to let things go back to the way they had been between us permanently. He was happy about that and it looked like Mary was happy to see it too.

I was still a little off with my dad though. I talked to him but I didn't volunteer any information. I answered his questions with half-truths and outright lies to keep my distance. He made sure I got to all of my baseball games for the two weeks I was with him and I was happy to see Uncle Jed at each game but I noticed that my mom wasn't there. It didn't really matter though. I didn't like her any more than I liked my dad. And so it was that I was ten years old and I hated both of my parents for different reasons.

I went back to sucking dick with Warner that very night. He was so happy about it that he sucked mine until I had my dry orgasm three times before he let me at his dick. I swallowed his cum and then cuddled up with him. It was like it always had been but my dry orgasms were more powerful for some reason. He told me to just enjoy the ride while I could. I asked him what he meant and he launched into a whole long talk about how it wouldn't be long and I'd be cumming like him.

"It should happen any time now," he said. "You've got almost a full bush of hair around your dick and I'm even starting to smell your pits. You're going through puberty all right."

I felt pretty good about that. For the next three nights he talked me up about puberty and how fast it was happening for me. I had to admit that my voice was cracking an awful lot. According to my dick stick my dick was growing steady. I was now almost as tall as Warner which everyone thought was remarkable. My dick was constantly hard and just about anything could set me off. I found myself rubbing my dick through my pants at odd moments and then I was terrified that people would see. As for him smelling my pits I was smelling them too. He gave me deodorant for that problem and then told me to keep it.

Two nights before I was supposed to go home it happened. Warner was sucking my dick and I could feel it like a chill that was traveling up my dick and out from my balls in waves through my body. Then it was like electricity buzzing through my body and zinging off my bones. My toes curled and my back arched. I put my head back which arched my back even more and I had to work really hard to keep from moaning out loud and waking Dad and Mary. Then it was like my entire body was moving on its own. The pleasure of that orgasm was like none I'd ever had before. I couldn't get my mouth to close and my eyes were squeezed shut so tight that it should have hurt but all I could feel was the ripples of that feeling that just wouldn't stop. Warner had let my dick fall from his mouth and sat up to look at me with a goofy grin on his face. I finally came down enough to look at him.

"Wow," I said and shook from another aftershock.

"I'll say," he laughed. "You came!"

"I did?" I asked smiling at him.

"You sure did," he said smiling back. "There wasn't a lot and it was kinda watery but you came all right. It was cum."

The next day when Mary went to the store I overheard Warner and my dad talking about me. At first I was mad about what they were saying and very upset with Warner for telling my dad anything about me but then I thought about it for a minute. Warner was probably just excited for me. I hadn't told him how I felt about my dad so there was no reason for him not to tell him what was going on. After all they were still having sex. Now that they knew that I knew about it they weren't as sneaky as before.

"He came last night for the first time," Warner told my dad.

"Jesus," breathed my dad. "He's only ten years old."

"Yeah but does he look like any ten year old you've ever seen before?" Warner asked. "He's almost as tall as me and his dick is just about the same size as mine. In another few weeks it probably will be."

"He doesn't talk to me about that stuff anymore," said my dad and I could hear the sadness in his voice when he said it. It didn't move me enough to change my mind though.

"Yeah he hasn't said anything to me about it but I can tell that you're not one of his favorite people," said Warner. "I still can't believe it was all over him finding out that you were fucking me."

"Oh I'm sure there was more to it than that," said my dad. "It had to be something I did or said to him or didn't do. I don't know what it is but sometimes I think he hates me."

I went back to the bedroom after that and didn't try to listen to them anymore. But I started to wonder about why it was that I hated him so much. I knew that part of it was that he was fucking Warner and keeping a big secret when he knew that me and Warner were sucking dick. There was more to it than that though. He'd never been around when he was living with us so I didn't know him all that well when I started staying with him and then when I did start staying with him he went from being distant to really trying to be a father. It wasn't a complete change though. He would go back and forth from being distant to being a father and he always seemed to want to be a father when it had to do with something sexual. He'd never tried anything with me but he was constantly looking at me when I was naked and showing himself off to me when he was naked. I think the biggest reason I was so mad at him was that he had never been any kind of a father to me but he was trying very hard to be both Warner's lover and his father. It made me mad. So it was plain old jealousy. I could live with that.

I thought about it all day and then when I finally went home I probably would have thought about it some more but Frank was home and I suddenly had to concentrate on never being alone with him at any time. Of course he wouldn't wait for me to be alone if he really wanted to hurt me but I wasn't taking any chances with him. He was a big guy with almost black hair and dark eyes. He had arms twice the size of Uncle Jed's and really big legs. Living with him was constant fear but when he was gone I only had to concentrate on ignoring my mother. When he was home though I had to pretend to be the perfect son. It was really exhausting but I didn't want him to hit me or anything else.

But it was so easy to get in trouble with Frank. He was at every baseball game and used anything to get angry with me. If I swung at the ball and missed I could get in trouble for not keeping my eye on the ball. If I was in the outfield and I didn't catch a ball or even when I did catch the ball but couldn't get it to the base in time to get the runner out I could get in trouble for that too. Mostly it was just yelling at me but once in a wile I got an open handed slap to the face. Those hurt like hell but I could handle that. He never hit me in the face hard enough to leave a mark though. He told me once that I could tell anyone I wanted but no one would believe me. I believed him when he told me that. It was my biggest mistake.

The final game of the summer was going really well. We were winning the game but it was only the fifth inning. I caught every ball and I got the ball to the bases on time to get runners out. I had a total of four strikes but hadn't struck out. I'd scored three of the five runs and the last two were because of my batting. In the sixth inning I hit a home run with two boys on base scoring three more runs. We were now at eight to three and it seemed that everything was going to go our way. We did finally win the game after the umpire called it in the top of the ninth inning because by then we were ahead by ten and we were in the outfield. They scored one run from us but it was pointless for us to go any further. I thought Frank would be happy about that.

My father was there with Warner and Uncle Jed was there. Even Uncle Dave was there with Jack. Frank didn't say or do anything while they were all standing around congratulating me on my batting. He had a look on his face that made me scared though. I tried not to show it in front of my dad and uncles but I know Uncle Jed could see it because he kept looking from me to Frank and back. But what could he do? There was nothing he could do about any of it. I finally got in the back seat of Frank's black Cadillac and rode back to the mobile home with Mom and Frank. He didn't say anything all the way home but I knew he was mad at me for something. I supposed it was the strikes because every other part of my playing was perfect. Even Coach Bob had told me so. I wondered what he would have said if he'd known that I played so well because I was afraid not to.

It started when we got home and Brenda wasn't back from hanging out with her friends. Frank had told her to be back by six but it was seven now and she wasn't in the mobile home. He started screaming at me about how I swung at anything. I kept very quiet so I didn't anger him further. My mom just sat at the kitchen table and refused to look at us. I hated her so much in that moment that the hatred nearly made me sick. I must have been thinking about that instead of paying attention to what Frank was saying because I got a slap to the face that rocked me and then he was screaming that I'd answer him when he talked if he had to beat my head in to get me to do it. But then Brenda came in the front door and suddenly Frank wasn't mad at me anymore.

I went to my room and sat on my bed while I listened to Frank yelling at Brenda as she screamed and tried to run to her room. I heard something slam against the wall and then Brenda wasn't screaming anymore but I could hear her crying. I went to bed that night so afraid that it took me a long time to get to sleep. I wished that Uncle Jed could just come and take me away from my mom but I knew that wasn't going to happen. I finally went to sleep after what seemed like half the night.

Frank went back out on the road the next day and school started a few days later. I was happy to be back in school because it got me away from my mom during the day. I couldn't stand to even look at her anymore. She was letting all of this go on when all she had to do was take me and leave. School was an escape and I was good at school. I wasn't sure about this year though. Over the summer they'd decided that grades four through six would now go to William Henry Harrison Middle School. The reason for this was partly because the new high school had been finished in June. With the new high school finished the old one would sit empty. They decided that they would turn the high school into a middle school and begin the transition from elementary school to high school at fourth grade.

The school was massive which was good because kids from all over the city who had been going to neighborhood elementary schools were now being bussed to WHH. One big thing that everyone was happy about was the fact that WHH had air conditioning and our elementary schools did not. At WHH we had lockers and would change classes four times every day. Our first class of the day was Language Arts which we spent in one classroom for two hours. Then we went to another classroom for Social Studies and Math for the next two hours. Then we went to lunch and gym class. This took up an hour and a half. We would then head to another classroom for two hours of Science.

One thing that was very different about school that year was that we would now be changing out of our school clothes and into gym shorts and t-shirts in the locker rooms. We'd even be showering after each gym class which got a lot of the other kids upset. We didn't dress out or shower that first day but a note was sent home with all of our information for gym class that night. This note sealed my feelings for my mother for the rest of my life. It didn't happen that day though. That day she took me to the mall to get a pair of blue shorts and a white t-shirt that had my last name ironed on the left leg of the shorts and the left breast of the shirt. She bought me a pair of gym shoes that I would leave in my locker with my gym clothes. The note said that our gym clothes were to be washed on Wednesdays and Fridays by the school so we never had to bring them home all year long.

The work was harder this year and though I was a gifted student I had a harder time of it. I did my homework every day but Science was never my strongest class. I got my first note sent home from my teacher the first night Frank was home. He was mad at me about it for the whole night but my mother had finally stepped in and at first I was happy about that. I thought she'd finally decided that he couldn't hit me anymore and I was almost happy about it. I was let down hard when I listened to what she was saying to him as she showed him the note about gym class.

"You have to be careful Frank," she said. "He's changing and showering in gym class every day and there'll be teachers in there. If they see marks we'll be in trouble."

Until that moment I didn't think it was possible for me to hate my mother more but I did. I hated her so much I was nearly shaking with it. Frank stared at me for a long time that night. He stared at me while I was doing my homework and while I was getting my books put back in my bag. He stared at me when we were watching television and I would have just gone to my room but Frank had a rule about that. He said everyone would sit together for television each night. He stared at me until it was time for me to take my shower. When I came out of the bathroom after taking my shower he was in the hall waiting for me.

"You probably think I can't beat your ass now," he said. "But let me tell you somethin'. There's plenty of ways for me to beat your ass without leaving a mark."

I went to bed that night in terror. I knew then that my mother would never do anything to stop Frank from hurting me. I was too afraid of what he'd do if I told anyone to try to get outside help and he'd just told me he could hurt me without leaving marks on me.

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.