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 6

CODES: Physical Abuse, t/b, b/b, masturbation, oral

 

It started the next day. I got into trouble for falling asleep while we were watching television that evening and Frank took me in my room and made me take my clothes off. He put my blanket over my body and beat me with his belt. I screamed and tried to get away from him but he put his knee in my back to hold me on the bed. Then the blows from the belt switched from my back to my butt and legs. It went on for a long time and then he took the blanket off of me and looked me over to make sure he hadn't left any marks. There must not have been any because I got the same treatment the next day when I wouldn't eat spinach. I got it every night he was home for two weeks straight. Then he went on the road and I relaxed enough to stay in my room at all times when I was home from school.

I didn't talk to Brenda or my mom for the whole time he was on the road. I went to school in a daze and my teachers started to notice. They sent notes home to my mom because my grades were slipping but I didn't care. My mom told me that if I didn't get my grades back up Frank would punish me. I just glared at her until she left my room. I spent a lot of time asleep and I stopped going to my dad's again. I didn't want to be around people at all. Even Danny was trying hard to get me to tell him what was wrong because even though I sat next to him in all of my classes I never spoke.

My back and legs and butt weren't marked but they were constantly sore. It hurt to sit in my seat at school but I tried to ignore it. Then I was walking in the hall to get to my second class and someone shoved me by putting their hand in the center of my back and pushing. It hurt so bad that I fell. I heard the boy start laughing and I lost it. I got up and punched him in the face three times before a teacher pulled me off. I got sent home that day and as luck would have it Frank came home that evening and my mother told on me like a bitch.

Before I knew it I was lying on my bed with the blanket over me and he was hitting me with the belt again. But for some reason the blanket slipped and I got six good whacks with his belt before he realized it. Then he put the blanket back over me and really started hitting me hard. I passed out after a while because I couldn't deal with the pain. When I woke up again Frank wasn't hitting me. He wasn't even in my room but I had wet the bed and that scared me so bad that I laid there and shook. I wasn't a crying boy but I cried that night. All night long I laid in my own pissy bed and cried. When I got up the next morning Frank wasn't there. My mom asked me why I was in the shower in the morning instead of at night.

"He hit me so hard and for so long that I pissed in my bed," I told her. "You can clean it or leave it. I don't care anymore."

"Don't get smart," she said and slapped me across the face.

That was the last time I talked to her for a long time. I went to school that day and talked to no one. I didn't dress out for gym class either. I got in trouble for that but I didn't care. I just sat in the bleachers and waited until class was over. When I got home my mom told me my dad had called and wanted me to spend the weekend. She said she wasn't going to let me stay home and that I should get my stuff together because he'd be there in a few minutes. I hadn't even realized it was Friday until then. But I didn't care if I went to my dad's or not. I packed my bag and waited in my room. I noticed that my mom had cleaned my bed but I didn't even care about that.

My dad showed up and tried to get me to talk to him on the way back to his house but I just stared out the window and watched the houses go by. It was taking everything in me to keep myself from crying but I wouldn't give my dad the satisfaction. I didn't think he'd do anything about it even if he knew so I wasn't going to tell him anything. I head him talking to Mary about me when we got there. I sat in the living room but I could hear them in the kitchen and I just sat there and said nothing.

"Something's wrong," he said. "I've never seen him like this Mary. I know he doesn't like me very much but he's never just plain ignored me before."

"Maybe he didn't want to come and she made him," said Mary.

"She's never made him come before," he said. "And there's this look in his eyes that I've never seen before. I don't like it."

"Well we can't do anything for him if he won't talk," she said.

I stopped listening after that. I just sat there with my bag on my lap and stared at the floor. I had given up on everything by that point. I didn't care about anything or anyone. I put my bag in Warner's room when my dad told me to and then I went back to sit in the living room. He told me that Warner had a job now and would be home some time this evening. I didn't care about that either. I just sat there and stared at the television as we sat there. Mary watched me for a long time but I didn't talk to her either.

I cried in the shower that night. It hurt really bad when the water hit my back. I was trying very hard to dry myself when Warner walked into the bathroom. He took one look at me and gasped. Then he was out of the bathroom and I was terrified again. I knew he'd seen my back and he was going to tell my dad! Frank had warned me about telling anyone and I was so scared that I was going to get hurt again. I got dressed without drying my back and crawled into the bed and covered my head with the blanket.

"Chris," my dad said as he came into the bedroom. "Chris look at me."

I didn't look at him though. I just laid there with the cover over my head and cried. I was so scared. I could hear Warner talking to him but I wasn't paying attention to what he was saying. When I felt my dad tug the cover off of me I almost screamed. Then he was pushing my shirt up and I did scream. I screamed and screamed as he looked at my back. He walked out of the room and I was still screaming. Warner sat beside me on the bed and put his head next to mine as I screamed.

"Don't scream anymore Chris," he said. I saw that he was crying and I stopped screaming. "Who did this to you?"

"Leave me alone," I whispered. "Please just leave me alone."

He didn't though. He sat there bent over to keep his head next to mine saying soothing things as my dad came back into the room. He sat up then and my dad started his questions. Mary came in with a big bowl of soapy water and a wash cloth. Dad was asking me over and over who did this. He said my mom told him she didn't know anything about it and then I was mad but that didn't last long. Mary started to dab at my welts and I was wincing and crying again.

"Chris you've got to tell me who did this," said my dad. "I can't help you if you won't tell me."

"I can't," I whispered and then winced again from Mary's dabbing.

"You can," he said.

"He'll kill me," I moaned and started to cry again.

"Brice," Mary said in a strange voice.

"Chris was it Frank?" he asked and I wailed at that one.

Apparently that was all my father needed. He scooped me up in his arms knocking the bowl of soapy water to the floor. Before I knew it we were in his Blazer and headed for the hospital. Mary held me across her lap and Warner got in the back seat. Dad flew through the streets and then we were in the Emergency Room parking lot. He took me from Mary and we went inside. He sat me down in a chair and Warner sat next to me while my dad talked to a nurse. Then he came to sit across from us to wait.

It seemed like forever before a policeman came to the waiting room. He talked to my dad and then to Mary but he said he needed to hear it from me. I don't know why but something about him being a policeman got me to talk. I sat there gripping Warner's hand and told him all about Frank from the first time he'd screamed in my face to the last time he'd used his belt on me. I told him about his telling me he'd kill me if I told anyone and how my mom told on me to get me in trouble. I told him how he chased Brenda through the mobile home almost every night he was home and I told him that I hated my mom and never wanted to see her again. Then I begged him to lock Frank up so he couldn't kill me.

I think because of my size people sometimes forgot that I was only ten years old and subject to all of the irrational fears of a child. The policeman assured me that Frank would go to jail. He said that my mom would probably go to jail too. That made me happy but I still didn't calm down. He let the nurse take me back to a room after that but I demanded that Warner come with me. I sat on the exam table and Warner sat in the red plastic chair. I don't remember much about what the room looked like but I remember that red plastic chair because I stared at it while we waited for the doctor. I was barely aware that my father was in the room or that the policeman was as well. The policeman was writing something in a little notebook and then he used the phone.

A nurse came in and gave me a shot that made me sleepy and then a doctor with grey hair and thick glasses came in to look at the welts on my back. I heard him tell my father that he'd prescribe an ointment that would help me heal and that I should probably stay home from school until the welts were gone. He talked to the policeman for a little bit and then the policeman left. I was allowed to leave and we drove to a drug store first and then home. They let Warner put the ointment on my back but I was still so tired from the shot that I went right to sleep as soon as I was in bed.

Things happened pretty fast after that. I woke up the next morning and another policeman came to talk to me. This one wore a navy blue suit and a red tie. He had dark hair that was thin on the top and combed over to hide the bald spot that everyone could see anyway. He said his name was Detective Price and he asked me to tell him what I'd told the other policeman and I did. He said my mom and Frank had been arrested and that we'd have to go to court on Monday. He told me that my dad would probably be given custody of me and I winced at that. He noticed it but didn't say anything. He probably thought I wanted to stay with my mom.

Monday morning we went to court at the court house. I'd never been inside it before. It was a three story brown brick building with bars on the windows on one side for all three floors. My dad told me that was the county jail. The inside was all grey marble floors and off white plaster walls. We went into a courtroom and there was no one in there. The room was long with wooden benches in two rows. The front bench on the right had a big piece of glass in front of it. My dad saw me looking at it and told me that was to keep the criminals from getting to the lawyers. I just shook my head.

A woman came in and sat on a little stool in front of what looked like a tiny typewriter. Dad said she was the court reporter. She was followed by two men in dark suits who sat at the long table on the right. Dad didn't tell me who they were. I noticed another woman who came in the way we had instead of the little door beside the judge's desk. She was an older woman with red hair that she had in a tight bun on the top of her head. She wore dark rimmed glasses and a faded pink and white pants suit. She smiled at me when she saw me looking and I turned my head.

The judge came in and everyone stood. He was an old man like Gramps with white hair and big bushy white eyebrows. He wore a dark robe and when he sat so did we. He said a lot of stuff to the men at the long table and then asked my dad a bunch of questions. Then he announced that custody was granted and that I would now live with my father. We left after that and Dad took me to get something to eat at one of the fast food restaurants near the court house.

"You all right with living with me?" he asked as we ate burgers.

"I don't care," I said which was something I was saying a lot lately.

"We'll make it work," he said softly. "I promise we will."

"Dad don't," I said looking up at him. "I'm going to live with you because the judge said I had to. You don't hit me so I don't care."

"I would never hit you," he said. "I swear that."

"I know Dad," I said. "Can we not talk about it? I don't like talking about it."

He took me back to his house after that and left me with Mary while he went to work for what was left of his work day. Mary was peeling apples for a pie and she let me cut them up while she supervised. She didn't talk about it until she had to put more ointment on my welts. Even then she only said she was sorry for hurting me. She didn't try to make me talk about what happened and I loved her for it. She let me eat cooked apples with cinnamon and sugar when they were done.

When Warner came home from school he sat at the table and did his homework. I sat with him and watched. He asked me if I was all right and I told him I was so he got on with his homework. Dad came home while Warner was doing homework and surprised me with all of my school books and a list of the week's assignments. He told me he didn't want me to fall behind. I did the assignments for that day while Warner finished his homework. Then he went to work.

"Chris I want to talk to you about your mom," Dad said when we were eating fried chicken for dinner.

"Why?" I asked. I didn't have to see her anymore so I didn't understand why he wanted to talk about her.

"Well I have to let her see you when she gets out of jail," he said. "The judge said that she can see you for supervised visits twice a month."

"What does that mean?" I asked. I didn't like the sound of it.

"Well it means that she can come over here for six hours twice a month to see you," he said.

"What if I don't want to see her?" I asked.

"Well she's your mother," he said slowly.

"But that doesn't mean I want to see her," I said. I was looking him in the eye. I had decided that if I was going to live with him I was going to have to be a little better about that.

"Well I'm sorry about that," he said. "But the judge said I have to let her come."

"Do I have to talk to her?" I asked.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do," he said. "I have to let her come but I don't have to make you sit and talk to her. I promise I won't even try."

"Thanks Dad," I said and smiled at him. He looked so happy about that smile.

Warner came home around nine that night. Dad told me that since I wasn't going to school I could stay up a little later than usual. I was tired but thankful that I didn't have to go to bed. I did take my shower and get into my shorts and t-shirt that I wore to sleep in though. Warner put the ointment on my welts before he took his shower then I sat in the kitchen with him while he ate a warmed up plate of what we'd had for dinner. He told me all about his job. He was working at a fast food restaurant making hamburgers and fries.

"We sell more than hamburgers though," he said. "We have chicken and fish sandwiches too."

"So you make all of that?" I asked.

"No mostly I fry the burgers and get them ready for the sandwich guys," he said. "Sometimes I make fries though."

We sat in the living room with Dad and Mary after he finished eating to watch a television show. By the time Johnny Carson was on I was nodding off. I got up and told them all goodnight and headed for the bedroom that I now shared with Warner. He came in a few minutes later. We crawled into bed with him on his back and me on my stomach. Once I actually got in bed I wasn't so sleepy. My dick was stiff and I really wanted to suck with Warner but I was afraid he wouldn't because of my back. But then he started to rub my butt and my mind flashed to seeing him pressed against the shower stall wall with his legs wrapped around my dad's waist as he drove his dick into Warner's ass and I shivered.

I thought about when I was six and Scott had fucked me. I could remember it like it was yesterday though I hadn't really thought about it much in a long time. What I couldn't remember was if it felt good or not. I knew that I had only done it then because he was the adult and I was the child. I'd been taught to do what adults said and until last year I always did what they said. Now I was smarter and knew that adults weren't always good people and just because they were grown up and we were kids didn't mean they were any smarter than we were. I knew for a fact that my mom and dad couldn't do the math that I learned every day in school. But it was more than book smarts. Living with Frank had taught me that adults were mean. Not all of them were like that but I would never trust them again until the proved themselves to me.

"You all right?" Warner asked as he rubbed my butt.

"Yeah just thinking," I said with a sigh. "I really want to suck dick with you tonight."

"We can do that," he said.

"How? I can't lay on my back," I said.

"There's another way," he said and started to tug my boxer shorts off my butt. "Lift up so I can get them down."

I did what he wanted and soon he had them off of me. Then he hand me crawl onto his chest so he could get to my dick. He sucked me until I came in his mouth and told me there was a little more than last time which made me happy for some reason. Then I just slid down his body and took his dick in my hand. It had grown since the first time I'd sucked it. I could see it in the moonlight coming in through the bedroom window. It was still bigger than mine but it wasn't that much bigger. He had veins sticking out on the sides of his dick and the head was a lot bigger than mine. I licked it like a lollypop and he jerked.

"That's wild," he said.

"Like it?" I asked.

"Oh yeah," he said so I did it again.

I dragged my tongue slowly over the head of his dick and he jerked each time I did it. Finally I took just the head into my mouth and ran my tongue around it. It was a tight fit but I did a fairly good job judging from the way he moaned. I took more of it into my mouth and started to move my mouth up and down the part of it that I could get into my mouth. I kept moving my tongue on the underside of his dick and he put his hands on the sides of my head. I really liked the way his dick felt in my mouth and wished that I could take more of it but it was too big.

"God you drive me crazy," he said as I continued to move my tongue and bob my head up and down on his dick.

He came a few minutes later and for the first time I was able to swallow it all without any of it getting out of my mouth. I crawled back up his body and laid my head on his chest. He rubbed my butt until I fell asleep. This would become our favorite way to go to sleep but as always I would end up beside him on my stomach when I woke in the morning. He had to go to school but I could sleep in so I just went back to sleep after he put more ointment on my welts. They were healing pretty good by the weekend. Mary said they were almost completely gone by Saturday. My dad showed me in the bathroom mirror that they were better but they had left scars. Everyone would see them when I dressed out for gym and showered afterward. I didn't like that but there wasn't anything I could do about it.

I got to go back to school on Monday and when I changed for gym I noticed that Danny stopped talking. When I looked at him his eyes were great big and his mouth was open. There were others looking at me with almost the same expression so I knew they'd seen the scars on my back. Luckily the gym coach told us to hurry up so no one said anything about it. We played kick ball in the gym because it was starting to get too cold outside for us to play outside. I had a good time and it seemed everybody forgot about my back until we were back in the locker room to change and shower.

"What happened to you?" Danny finally asked when we were getting dressed again after showering.

"Frank," I said simply and he shook his head.

"What a bastard," he said.

"Yeah," I said. "And my mom's a bitch. But they're in jail now and I live with my dad."

"I thought you didn't like your dad," he said as we walked out of the locker room. I'd told Danny a lot of things. I hadn't told him about the sex but I told him that I wasn't a fan of my dad's.

"He's better than my mom," I said. "She let Frank hurt me and didn't do anything to stop him. She even told him when I got in trouble and he wasn't around so he could punish me for it." That ended our discussion.

Two things happened over Christmas Vacation. The first was that Danny and his mom and brother moved in with his grandparents. What I didn't know until I saw them moving stuff into the house was that his grandparents lived across the street from my dad. It was great though because we got to hang out outside of school after they moved in. We were happy about that. Danny and I were really good friends and I thought of him as my best friend. Having him across the street was a great thing.

The second thing was that Dad and Mary told me and Warner that they were going to have a baby. I was happy about having a new little brother or sister but Warner was shocked. It took me a little while to think about how it would be for him at sixteen to have a new baby brother or sister. He got excited after he thought about it though. Dad said that he was going to work on the basement to set up a bedroom down there for me and Warner to share so the baby could have our room. He even said he'd put a bathroom down there.

I shared all of that information with Danny the next day. He was happy for me but said something that I found odd. He said that if he and his brother had that kind of privacy they could have fun all the time. Now I guess that isn't an odd thing to say in itself but being who I was and what I was doing with Warner and with the fact that I'd thought pretty much the same thing about me and Warner having all of that privacy I wondered about Danny. I hadn't met Danny's older brother Ray but I had my suspicions from that day on that he and Danny were at least doing what me and Warner were doing. I just had no way to find out for sure. I couldn't ask him about it. He'd deny it just like I would deny it if he asked me if I sucked dick with Warner.

Because of my curiosity about Danny and Ray I started to hang out at their house a lot over the break. Danny and I would sit in the room he shared with Ray upstairs on the second floor of the two story white house. His room was a lot different than the one I shared with Warner. Our room was decorated the way that Warner wanted it. I had never cared what the room looked like because I didn't live there. Now that I did live there there'd been too much on my mind to worry about that kind of thing.

In Danny and Ray's room it was clear that two boys of different ages with different interests lived there. On Danny's side of the room there were baseball posters on the walls along with matchbox cars on the night table. His clothes were all over the bed and there were rolled up discarded socks underneath. The other side of the room was neat and tidy with weird posters with slogans on the walls. On Ray's night table there was a model car. It was a 1957 Chevy and Danny told me it was Ray's prized possession. Next to the lone chest of drawers in the room was a small desk that was home to what I'd only seen in the resource room at school usually. It was a Commodore 64 computer complete with a telephone modem and a printer. Danny told me that was Ray's as well and we weren't allowed to touch it without Ray's permission.

It was the coolest thing I'd ever seen in my life. Even Warner thought it was cool that Ray had a computer of his very own. He took a computer class at the high school but even we didn't have a computer at home. I decided I was going to start trying to change that as fast as possible. Dad and Mary were constantly asking us what we wanted for Christmas which was just a week away. Uncle Dave and Uncle Jed asked me that same question every time I saw them. Uncle Jed came over on Sundays for dinner so he could see me. I decided that the next time they asked me that question I would tell them I wanted a computer.

"I know something we can do that Ray won't get mad about," Danny said as we sat on his bed after he'd swept the clothes to the floor.

"What?" I asked wondering if he had his own computer hidden somewhere.

"Well first I have to ask you a question," he said. "Do you ever play with your dick?"

"Yeah," I said knowing what was coming. It was pretty to the way Warner told me it had started between him and his friend when he was a little older than us. I knew from seeing Danny naked that he wasn't going through puberty yet so to me this was a small bit of proof that he and Ray were playing together.

"We could play with each other's," he said nearly confirming my thoughts. "It feels really good."

"Yeah," I said after a long minute. "Let's do that."

He was out of his pants and underwear in a flash. I looked at his body and smiled. He looked exactly what a ten year old was supposed to look like. His crotch was hairless and his hard dick was sticking straight up. It was about three inches long and his balls were about the size of acorns packed snugly inside their smooth sack. He was absolutely beautiful. It was the first time I'd ever thought of anyone as beautiful. I'd figured out that men like Uncle Jed and boys like Warner were extremely attractive but I wouldn't call them beautiful. Danny on the other hand had boyhood beauty. I smiled wider and stood up to take off my pants and push my boxers down. His eyes popped when he saw my hard dick.

"Wow Chris you gotta big one!" he gasped. "It's almost as big as my brother's."

That confirmed it for me about him and Ray. I wondered how far they'd gone. I wasn't going to push Danny though. We may have been the same age but I knew that I had a lot more experience and in some ways was a lot older than him. I took his dick in my hand and began to slowly stroke him and he smiled at me.

"Don't worry," I said. "Yours'll get there one day."

"Yeah Ray says that all the time," he said as he reached over and took my dick in his hand.

It was like an electric current raced through my dick and radiated outward from my crotch when touched me. I'd never felt that before and didn't know what it was that he'd done. I knew I liked it and I heard myself moan as he started to stroke my dick. He smiled at me again and then we were just two kids playing with each other's dicks. I knew that we'd probably be doing a lot of this but I made up my mind that it was always have to be Danny's idea. I wouldn't lead him into anything.


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.