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 9

CODES: M/M, M/t, t/b, b/b, oral, anal

That's the way things went for most of the summer. I'd suck dick with Danny and then at night I'd get fucked by Warner. My dad found out about it not long after it started and I expected him to get mad about it but he didn't. He sat me and Warner down and asked a lot of questions. At first I didn't want to answer him but then I figured out that he was concerned. I didn't know what he was concerned about but I did let him ask his questions and even answered most of them.

"You didn't lead him in to this did you Warner?" Dad asked when he'd sat us down in the park.

"No," he said. "Chris started to ask about why I liked to get fucked and then he asked me if it would feel the same for him. That's what started it."

"And how many times have you fucked him?" he asked.

"Just about every night since that first night after his birthday," Warner said.

"What do you have to say about it?" Dad asked me.

"I don't know," I said.

"Are you okay with him fucking you?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Is it always what you want every time?" he asked.

"Oh," I said. "I like it a lot."

"Don't you think he's a bit too young for fucking?" Dad asked Warner.

"He may be eleven Brice but he looks like he's fourteen," he said. "His dick is just as big as mine now and he's got a full pubic bush. Trust me I wouldn't have done it if I thought he would get hurt."

"Well no matter what he looks like he's still eleven," said my dad.

"Are you gonna tell us to stop?" I asked.

"No," he said as he looked at me hard. "I don't think I can now that the cat's out of the bag. You'd just do it anyway. You're not lettin' anyone else fuck you are you?"

"No," I said. "Who would I let fuck me? I don't go anywhere but to spend time with Uncle Jed and Grams and Gramps."

Then I understood what he was asking. He wanted to know if Uncle Jed was fucking me. I almost laughed at that. My Uncle Jed didn't even come close to touching me in a sexual way when I was there. I told my dad as much. I told him that Uncle Jed told me that he likes to have sex with teen boys not little boys and in his eyes I was still a little boy. It didn't matter that I was letting Warner fuck me because I hadn't told Uncle Jed. I wasn't planning on telling him at all.

"Well as long as its his idea every time and he doesn't get hurt," said my dad as he stood up.

I thought Warner was wrong about my dad not trying to fuck me because I was his son when Dad stood up. I could see that he was hard even though he was wearing jeans. I knew then that he'd fuck me if I asked him to. I just didn't have any desire to let him. I didn't like him enough to let him touch me that way. But then I didn't like Ray either but the last time I'd sucked with Danny he'd come into the room and joined us. I'd sucked Danny while Ray sucked me and Danny sucked Ray. I decided I'd have to think about that a little.

My fascination with Jake and Max didn't go away over the summer either. By August Jake was sitting up on his own and even rolling over. He knew me when he saw me and would get a big grin on his face when I got down on the floor with him. Max was the same way but a little further along. By that time he was using one leg to pull himself along short distances. My mom called it scooting. I just knew it was cute and I loved the way he'd scoot after me when I got up to walk around the table for anything.

I spent a lot of time on the floor with Jake and when Max was there I included him with Jake. The two babies were happy to be around each other and even chewed on each other's toys. My dad said that if this kept up Jake and Max would grow up thinking they were brothers. I kind of liked that idea. I knew that Max would never come to live with us but at least my two brothers would know each other. I still wasn't going out of the house with my mother so the only time Max saw me was when she brought him to the house.

I was still spending about every other weekend at my grandparents' house with Uncle Jed too. He started teaching me how to work out safely on his weight bench in the basement of my grandparents' house that summer. Then he even talked to my dad about buying me one. He said that it would help me with baseball and my dad thought it was a good idea. Three weeks before school started I got a brand new weight bench with iron weights from five pounds to a hundred pounds. Uncle Jed said that I wouldn't need anything over one hundred because it wasn't safe for me to lift too much and I could make different weights by combining the weights I had.

I also got a shock from my baseball coach when the season was over. He told me that because of my size I couldn't play in the kid's division of the park district league the following summer. He talked to my dad about putting me in the teen division the following summer. He told my dad that I was a hell of an athlete and he'd hate to see me sit a season out and wait until I was thirteen. My dad talked to me about it and I reminded him that my closest friend was Warner and he was about to turn seventeen. My only friend who was my age was Danny. I didn't have a group of friends in school because most of the other boys actually made fun of me because I was so tall and looked so much older than them. All through the school year there had been a rumor going around that I was actually a dumb teenager who had been forced to return to middle school. Some of the people who spread that rumor were even people who had been in my elementary school.

But it seemed to be my lucky summer. Just a few days after my dad decided to let the coach put me in the teen league the school counselor called to talk to him about letting me skip the sixth grade completely. That sparked a long discussion at the dinner table that evening. My dad was worried that I wouldn't do well with kids at least a year older than me. He said that John Quincy Adams Junior High School would have kids as far as three years older than me if I went there for the upcoming school year. He also thought I might miss specific opportunities only available to boys in the sixth grade. I wanted to skip the sixth and go on to the seventh and I held firm. In the end it was Mary who decided it for me.

"He's bright and he looks like he belongs in high school Brice," she said. "I don't think he'll have any trouble with the other kids. I think he'll do great. Let him do this."

And so it happened. I started the junior high school at the end of August. The junior high school was a lot different than the middle school. For one thing it had four floors where the middle school only had two. The lockers were in rows just off the main lobby. Instead of changing classes four times in the day I would now change classes seven times in the day. I had six classes and one study hall with lunch thrown in between it all. The only people I knew in the school were my cousins Julie and Kristy but I never saw them that day. The good thing was that no one seemed to notice me much that first day. There was a boy named Peter that sat next to me in three of my classes. He was a short boy with sandy brown hair and really light brown eyes. He smiled at me in each class but we didn't speak. The bus ride to and from school was interesting but each of the kids on the bus already had their friends and stuck together.

Gym class was completely different than anything I'd done before. We still had to dress out and take showers every day but I was used to that. I did find that my dick was no bigger than anyone else's in the showers that day. There were a few who didn't look like puberty had even noticed them but no one made fun of me or anything. The big change was that there were activities that would go on constantly during the year and you could choose which activity you wanted to be a part of for four weeks. You were supposed to switch to a new activity after four weeks and joining a group depended on space. Only so many students were allowed in each activity. I chose volley ball for the first four weeks.

I also went to school earlier and came home earlier in the day. I was never an easy person to wake up in the morning and my dad had left that task to Warner each morning because we had to leave for school at the same time each day. He would pull me out of bed by my arms and get me on my feet. Then he would poke and shove at me until I was in the shower. Once the water hit me I usually woke up pretty good. Dad had decided that showers should be moved to the mornings because it was easier to wake me up that way. It started a pattern for the school year.

"So how was your first day?" Mary asked when I came into the house after getting off the bus.

"It was all right," I said. "I don't know anyone yet but the classes seem like they'll be easy enough. I'm gonna play volley ball in gym for four weeks."

"I played volley ball in school," she said with a smile. "I would have thought you would play baseball."

"They aren't offering it yet," I said. "The coach told us that baseball would be offered in the spring. Right now we're all in the gym. The track people go outside. I might pick that next time."

"You like to run?" she asked.

"Sure," I said and smiled. "And running in track could help me with running bases in baseball."

"I didn't think of that," she said.

The next day Peter talked to me. He never shut up once he started actually. He was easy enough to get along with. I didn't exactly have to listen to know when to respond in the right places and with the right responses so we got along fine. He even sat with me at lunch and continued to talk. His favorite subject was art and he could talk about it apparently forever without pausing for more than breath and food. But at least I now knew someone at the school who would talk to me.

And things kept going. I had to really pay attentin in my classes because the work was a bit harder than I was used to. Peter and I continuted to eat lunch and talk but he talked a lot about girls. So that's what we talked about at lunch, girls and art. It was awright. I liked art okay. Girls were another matter. I wondered if I was different because I didn't think about girls. I mean on one hand it could have been because I was only eleven years old. That didn't fit though. I liked boys. I liked having sex with boys anyway. I decided not to think about it.

Then it was time for Thanksgiving. We were off school for that Thursday and Friday. I spent Thursday with my grandparents, uncle Jed and my mom. I had to talk to her when she talked directly to me but I didn't offer information and I answered with as short an answer as I could. She had to notice that I talked more to everyone else. Uncle Ned and Aunt Linda were there with my cousins. I talked to all of them and of course Grams and Gramps. Uncle Jed and I talked like always too. So I knew she had to notice that she was getting the cold shoulder but I didn't care about that.

I played on the floor after dinner with my little brother and my cousin Josh until it was time for Uncle Jed to take me back to my dad's. My mom said she'd take me and I ended up saying the most I'd said to her all day long when I said that I wanted Uncle Jed to take me. She didn't look happy but there wasn't much she could do. If she'd pushed it I'd have just called the house and had Dad come get me. I think she knew that. I hugged everyone but her before I left and promised to see them all soon.

"Your mom is trying to make up for what happened Chris," said Uncle Jed on the way back to the house.

"She should stop," I said. "She can never make up for what she let her boyfriend do to me. I'll never forgive her for that."

"Your dad tells me that you're upset with your uncle Dave too," he said.

"Uncle Dave told Warner that he would have to come back to his house without me," I said. "He just wanted to have sex with him. I know that he didn't mean that I wasn't welcome there but it felt like it at the time. Now I'm mad at him for a whole different reason."

"Your not mad at him for having sex with Warner are you?" he asked.

"No," I sighed. "I decided a while back that Warner could have sex with whoever he wants. I can't stop him and it isn't my place to stop any of them from doing what they're doing. I'm mad at Uncle Dave for things he's said and done since then. I don't want to talk about this anymore."

"Awright," he said. "What do you want for Christmas?"

"Well I still don't have that chemistry set," I said with a laugh.

"Your dad says you can't have one," he told me.

"Yeah," I said. "He says I can't have a lot of things."

We pulled up to the house then. Whatever Uncle Jed was going to say was suddenly lost when we saw the strange Blazer parked beside the house on the street with the trailer hitched to the back. It was overflowing with boxes that were held on by a tarp. The liscense plate said Oklahoma. I knew that my grandfather and uncle lived in Oklahoma. I wondered if they were in the house now. Uncle Jed must have wondered the same thing because he turned the ignition off and got out with me. We went up to the house together.

I was right about who the Blazer belonged to. When we got in the house I saw a strange older man with close cropped blond hair that was infused with gray. He had the same blue eyes as me, Dad and Jake so I assumed he was my grandfather. There was a younger guy about Uncle Jed's age with blond hair that fell to his shoulders and the same blue eyes. I assumed that this was my uncle Jeff. Then I saw the boy sitting on the floor in front of him. He was another blond with the family blue eyes.

"Jed!" said my uncle Jeff when we came in. "Man it's good to see you!"

He got up and came to hug my uncle Jed. I watched this with careful interest. I didn't know that Uncle Jed knew Uncle Jeff. But then I didn't know much about Uncle Jeff or my grandfather at that point. My dad came in just then and smiled at my uncles hugging each other. Then he looked at me and asked if I had a good time. I told him that I had. Then he introduced me to my grandfather. He was a big man with powerful arms that he wrapped around me and told me that it was good to see me again after all the years.

"The smiling goon over there is your uncle Jeff," Dad said when Grandfather let go of me. Then he nodded to the boy who was now sitting on the sofa where Uncle Jeff had been sitting. "That's Jeff's boy. His name is Jordan."

Uncle Jed stayed for a while to talk with everyone before he went home. I went down the stairs to my room and found Warner reading a text book. He smiled when I came in and asked if I had a good time. I told him I had and then we talked about the arrival of my grandfather, uncle and cousin. Warner asked me if I had known they were coming. I said I hadn't and then sat down on the bed. I wondered just what this new uncle would be like and how soon he'd do something that would make me not like him.

"I can't get over how much you all look alike," Warner said. "Jeff looks like a younger and skinnier version of yoru dad. Little Jordan looks like a miniature you and your grandfather looks like a bigger and older version of your dad. Even your Uncle Dave looks like him."

"Well I guess we're family after all," I said with a smile.

"Smart ass," he laughed. "You know that Jordan is gonna sleep down here with us right?"

"I didn't know that," I said wondering what would happen to having sex with him.

"That means we're gonna have to keep our hands off each other," he said.

"Figures," I said with a sigh. "At least there's Danny."

"I might go over there with you from time to time," he said.

I could just imagine what that would be like. We went upstairs after that for supper. The kitchen was crowded with all of us in there. Mary hugged me and gave me a plate to take to the living room. I sat at the coffee table with Jordan and Warner. Jordan talked a mile a minute about the second grade and how he was going to be going to a new school when his daddy got him all signed up. We smiled at him but kept eating. He didn't give us much chance to talk anyway. It was funny to be around him. I would have never said much if I was in a house of strangers. I decided that my little cousin was brave.

When we got downstairs that night he was still talking. I was really tired and went straight to sleep listening to him go on and on about how cool our bedroom was. I don't know when he stopped talking. When I woke up he wasn't in the bed and it was just me and Warner. I moved over and put my hand in his boxers like I used to. He woke right up and looked at me. Then he raised his head and looked around for Jordan. Not seeing him anywhere in the room he smiled and put his head back on the pillow.

"You know we can't do anything," he said. "Jordan could come in at any minute."

"Yeah," I said and then I about had a heart attack when the door opened and my dad came in.

"Thought you guys might be waking up," he said with a grin. "I'll keep Jordan upstairs if you guys want to play for a while."

"Thanks Brice," said Warner.

"Any time," he said with a chuckle. "Have fun boys."

As soon as the door was shut I slid down under the covers as I pulled his hard dick through the front of his boxers. I wasted no time getting it in my mouth and he moaned quietly. I sucked it slow and soft. I didn't want him to get off. I just wanted him wet. He gurnted when I took my mouth off of him. I laughed and came back up in the bed. He smiled at me and then I rolled over and pulled my underwear off. He got the point quickly and climbed on top of me. I smiled up at him as he guided his dick to my ass.

"Think I'm wet enough?" he asked.

"I slobbered all over it," I said seriously and he laughed. Then I gasped as he pushed it into me. I started to think that maybe he wasn't wet enough. Then it was sliding into my hole and I didn't care. I just closed my eyes.

He lifted my butt off the bed and let me have it. I liked it when he really let go and fucked me. It was the most amazing feeling I'd ever had. He didn't last long though and all too quickly it was over. I didn't get off but I was sure I would later when I went to Danny's. My dad might want me to stay in the house to spend time with my relatives but I was going to Danny's for our usual suckfest. I wondered if Warner would come with me that day. We got up and I went to the bathroom to get his cum out of my ass.

When we got upstairs for breakfast Grandfather and Uncle Jeff weren't there. Mary told us that they were meeting with a landlord down the street and Jordan was with them. It was kind of nice that it was just the three of us. Dad was at work and Jake was munching happily on a teething biscuit. Warner and I excused ourselves after breakfast and headed across the street to Danny's. Danny's mom told us that the boys were upstairs and to go on up. I knew they were probably having sex and if Warner and I just walked into their room we'd scare the hell out of them. Warner knocked first and when he didn't get a response he just opened the door. Danny and Ray were both asleep in their beds. Warner went to wake Ray while I slid into the bed with Danny. I reached under the covers and took his dick in my hand. They both slept naked so it was pretty easy. He opened his eyes and smiled at me but then he jumped up and ran for the door.

"He has a bad bladder in the morning," Ray said as he sat up on the edge of his bed. The covers slid off his body like water and there he was in all his glory. Warner reached down and started to fondle his dick. "If you don't want to get wet I wouldn't do that until I've pissed."

Then as soon as Danny was back in the room Ray got up and walked out naked. I looked at Warner and raised my eyebrows. He just shrugged and sat down on Ray's bed. Danny crawled back into his own bed and smiled at me again so I put my hand under the covers and grabbed his dick again. He yawned and stretched as I tried to get him hard. Warner watched us with a smirk on his face. When Ray came back he just stood in front of Warner and I was surprised when Warner leaned forward and started to suck Ray's soft dick. Danny giggled at the sight. I watched as Ray pulled Warner's shirt over his head making him let go of his dick to get it off his head. Then he stood Warner up and started to unbuckle his belt. Warner responded by toeing off his shoes.

"Pretty soon you'll be the only one dressed," Danny said so I got up and kicked off my shoes and stripped. Then I climbed into the bed with Danny.

"What was that new Blazer doing at your house yesterday?" Ray asked looking at me.

"My grandfather and uncle are moving back to town," I said.

"And they're staying with you guys for now?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said. "My little cousin sleeps in bed with me and Warner so we couldn't paly until this morning. Then I thought about Danny."

I hope you're enjoying the story. There were going to be three parts of the story but I have decided not to write any more on this one after Chapter 10. I have a new one coming soon. I'd like to hear from you all, but flames will be ignored. You can send me your comments. Thanks to Jason059 for editing the story for me. Please donate to Nifty to keep the service free. You can donate by going to: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html.