Date: Sat, 31 Mar 2001 20:06:01 -0800 (PST)
From: Tom Borden <tombor99@excite.com>
Subject: "My Father, My Son"--16th Installment

Following is the sixteenth chapter of my novel, "My Father, My Son."  The
story is mostly fiction, but contains some elements that are true from the
author's own experience.  The story contains explicit descriptions of
sexual activity among family members, but contains no violence of a sexual
nature.  Also, all sexual activity is with the complete consent of all the
persons involved.  In addition, although condoms are never mentioned, it is
the author's intention that readers should assume that condoms are used
whenever anal intercourse is performed by any of the characters.  Any
persons who are offended by material of this nature should read no further.
The author welcomes any comments at any time, whether constructive or
destructive, and whether praiseful or damning.  Suggestions of any kind are
equally welcome.

Send to: tombor99@excite.com


My Father, My Son
Chapter 16

At breakfast the morning following the news of his brother Jared's latest
intrigue in his effort to disrupt Michael's life, Michael explained to Karl
the history of Jared's chicanery.  Karl was unimpressed with the quality of
Jared's efforts.

"I spent a number of years working in my father's business, and I can tell
you that we ran into plenty of people up in New York who are experts in the
fine art of deception and trickery.  I don't mean to demean Texans in
general, but Jared obviously was never schooled in how to be an effective
revenge-taker.  His ineptitude is manifest.  What I would like to do is
talk to my father about this.  He has always been extremely resourceful in
dealing with this type of individual.  I would say that my father's
canniness is far greater, and far more effective, than that of your brother
Jared.  What I don't understand is why Jared has been allowed by the
authorities to get away with everything he has tried."

"Karl, if you think your father could devise a plan to put an end to
Jared's harassment, I'd say go for it.  Can you talk with him on the
phone?"

"What I'd rather do, Michael, is to fly up there and talk with him in
person.  It's too important a matter for all of us to not do everything
possible."

Karl called and made reservations to fly out of San Antonio to New York on
the following day.  Michael drove him to the airport, kissed him goodbye
and returned to the ranch.


That evening, following a strenuous workout on Corky's exercise equipment,
Josiah went to the bathhouse for a shower.  After drying himself, and still
naked, he sat on the toilet.  Joseph, the ranch hand who was always
exposing his asshole for anyone who wanted to fuck him, walked in.
Spotting Josiah, he undid his pants and dropped them to his ankles and,
leaning over as he always did, he backed up with his ass very close to
Josiah's face.

Josiah, in a disgusted tone of voice, growled, "Get away from me!"

"Oh, hasn't the little boy ever fucked anyone before?  C'mon, you'll like
it.  I got an asshole second to none on this ranch."

"I told you.  Get your ass out of my face!"

"Oh, I get it," said Joseph.  "You're Jake's new private whore-boy, aren't
you?"

"No.  Don't say that."

"He picked you up somewhere and brought you home to his own bed.  How does
his asshole compare to mine?  Huh?  Do you give him what he wants when you
fuck him.  How `bout when he fucks you?  He's got a pretty big cock.  Can
you take the whole thing in that skinny little ass of yours?"

Joseph leaned over and took hold of one of Josiah's nipples and squeezed
it.  In a flash, Josiah raised his arm and struck Joseph across the side of
his head.

"Aw, what did you do that for?"  Joseph returned the blow to Josiah's head,
knocking him off the toilet to the floor.  Kicking Josiah in the stomach,
he said, "You little shit head.  Go crawling back to Jake.  You deserve
him.  He's the meanest son-of-a-bitch around here."

"He ain't mean," said Josiah trying to catch his breath.

"Oh, he ain't mean, ain't he?  He's hated me since the day he came here.
He's always treated me like shit.  I hate his guts.  He struts around here
like he thinks he's some kind of God-damned lord."

Josiah, still lying on the floor, reached up with his foot and kicked
Joseph in the balls.  "Jake has reason to hate you!"

"I'll give you a reason you can hate me, too."  Joseph kicked Josiah on the
side of the head with his boot and then, getting down on his knees, began
punching Josiah in the face with his fists.  Blood began running out of
Josiah's nose, as well as from a large cut on his cheek.  He tried to cover
his face with his hands, but Joseph wrenched them away, slamming them
against the concrete floor and then getting up and stamping on them with
his booted foot.  Joseph then kicked him as hard as he could in the groin,
causing Josiah to scream out in pain.

Hearing the shouting, Jake came running into the bathhouse.  Throwing
Joseph to the floor, he shouted, "You fuckin' bastard!  What the shit do ya
think yer doin'?"

Josiah still lay on the floor, only semi-conscious and bleeding.  Jake took
hold of Joseph, lifted him up by the front of his shirt and slammed him
against the wall.  "If I thought I could get away with it, I'd kill ya
right here and now."  Throwing Joseph once again to the floor, Jake
shouted, "Now git up and go clean yer shit outta yer room and git off the
ranch.  Yer ass is fired as of this minute.  And if I ever see yer
shit-eatin' face again, I'll kill ya fer sure!"

As Joseph got up and scrambled out of the building, Jake grabbed a cloth
and, soaking it in cool water, dabbed at the cut on Josiah's face and
soaked up the blood from his nose.  Kneeling down by Josiah, he said
softly, "Josiah, can you hear me?"

Josiah merely groaned, but his eyes stayed closed, fluttering only briefly.
"Josiah, yer safe now.  He's gone and ain't never comin' back."

Jake soaked several towels with water and threw them over his shoulder.
Picking up Josiah and cradling his head in the crook of his arm, Jake
carried him out and across the yard to his room.  Laying Josiah gently on
his own bed, Jake held wads of toilet paper to Josiah's nose until the
bleeding stopped.  He could see that one of Josiah's eyes was beginning to
swell up.  He tore up one of the wet towels into smaller pieces and placed
one of them over Josiah's eye, hoping that the coolness of it would keep
the swelling down.  Cleaning off the cut on Josiah's cheek, Jake applied
some anti-biotic ointment that he had in a tube, and then covered it with
two bandages.

As Jake brushed the boy's blond hair back off of his forehead and caressed
his head, his heart virtually jumped into his throat when Josiah opened one
eye and looked at Jake with just a glimmer of the sweetest smile Jake had
ever seen.  Josiah reached his arms up to Jake, who leaned over to allow
Josiah's arms to encircle his neck.  Jake then lay down beside Josiah and
pulled him close.  Josiah laid his head on Jake's chest.

"He said terrible things about you, Jake.  I'm sorry I'm such a trouble."

A feeling of intense love suddenly rose up in Jake's breast.  "Josiah, my
dear, dear Josiah.  You ain't no trouble.  You ain't never been no
trouble."

Jake held Josiah tightly and continued to caress his head and neck.  "Yer
very special to me, Josiah.  Don't forget—I never will—that ya
changed my life, or rather, gave me a reason to live.  Yer a wonderful
young man, and nothin' like this'll ever happen to ya agin.  I promise."

Josiah whispered, "Thanks, Jake.  Before, nobody's ever . . . ."  And then
sofly, "I love you."

Jake could feel Josiah's tears running down through the hair onto his chest
as tears filled his own eyes.  Although Jake still had his pants and boots
on, he reached down and pulled the sheet and blanket up over both of them.
Jake could tell when Josiah was finally asleep and, without moving, drifted
off himself.


Karl was met at La Guardia Airport by Tony, his father's chauffeur.

"I sure am glad to see you, Karl.  I thought you weren't ever going to come
back."

"I'm glad to see you, too, Tony.  I hope you've been a good boy since I
left."

"Well, you know me, I never go long without getting a little now and then.
How long are you going to be here.  I hope you and I can have some time
together before you go back."

"Don't count on it, Tony.  I'm attached now to somebody I love very much.
I've always liked you a lot, Tony.  You know that.  But I think the days of
you and I fooling around are probably over.  I hope you understand."

Tony was obviously disappointed and remained silent for the remainder of
the drive into Manhattan.

After checking into his hotel, Karl went directly to his father's office.
Karl's father greeted him with a hug and said, "Are we back to stay, Karl?
I knew you'd be back."

"Father, I'm both sorry and glad to tell you that I live in Texas now with
some wonderful people and have begun a wonderful new life out on the open
spaces of a great Texas ranch.  I'm buying into the Walker Ranch down there
as a partner with Michael Walker.  And that's what I've come here to talk
with you about."

"You need money, son?  I'm afraid since you decided to leave my business,
you'll have to rely solely on the money that had been put into trust for
you."

"Money's not a problem, Father.  But Michael's brother, Jared, is.  He was
cut out of their father's will for some reason, and he is determined to do
all he can to take out his anger on Michael.  He's done terrible things,
like burning down a building on the ranch, attempting to kidnap Michael's
son, and having a young boy who lives on the ranch taken away and put into
foster care.  Now he's trying to prevent the partnership agreement from
going through.  It seems that there's some law in Texas that would permit
him to block the partnership, and it appears that he might have a case."

"Well, Karl, does that mean if he gets his way, you'll be giving up this
ranch foolishness and returning to a normal life?"

"Not at all, Father.  What I am hoping is that you could help us by having
this Jared investigated.  There must be something in his past, or even
something he's doing now that he might not want exposed.  He's such a slimy
character, I'm sure there's something."

"Well, son, he sounds like just a small time thug to me.  And he doesn't
sound very smart.  It probably won't be very hard to get something on him.
I'll have a couple of my boys get on it.  You know Tacitus Romano?  He's
one of the best men I have, and he never fails me in cases like this when I
need to find a way of convincing someone to come around to my way of
thinking.  Now meet me at 6:00 over at Patsy's on 56th Street for dinner.
This is my night for Italian."

"Yes, father."

During dinner, Karl couldn't help but notice the young Italian who waited
on them.  Their eyes met and lingered several times, and Karl could sense
that this waiter had some interest in him.  The waiter's swarthy
complexion, his full lips, the thin straight nose and large dark eyes
attracted Karl and, throughout dinner, severely diverted his attention from
his father's endless prattling on about his business.  Two very dry double
Martinis before they were served enhanced his desire for this young man.
After they finished the main course and as they waited for desert to be
served, Karl excused himself to go to the restroom.

As Karl stood at the urinal, the young waiter entered and stood at the next
urinal.

"Are you from New York," inquired the waiter.

"No, I'm up here from Texas."

"Wow, I haven't met anyone from Texas before."

"Well, actually, I'm from New York, but I live in Texas now."

Looking at the waiter, Karl could hardly contain himself and had the most
profound desire to lean over and kiss that beautiful face.  They each
glanced down at the other's penis, both of which were beginning to get
hard.  They had both finished peeing, but continued to stand there and
talk.

"My name's Larry," the waiter said.

"My name's Karl.  It's nice to meet you, Larry," responded Karl

"Is that your father you're with tonight?"

"Yes."

"So you're staying with him."

"No, I'm staying in a hotel."

"Would you like to get together later?"

"Yeah!"  Karl surprised himself at his quick response in the affirmative.
"I'm staying at the Plaza Hotel."

"I'm off here at ten tonight.  What's your room number."

Karl tore off a page out of a small pocket notebook he carried with him and
wrote down the room number and handed it to Larry.

"Larry, I'd better get back to my table.  My Father will be wondering where
I am."

As they ate their desert and drank their coffee, Karl remained largely
silent, wondering what in the world he had just done.  He had promised
himself that there would be no other in his life now than his dear Michael.
He wished there was a way that he could get the message to Larry that the
rendezvous was off.  But there seemed to be no opportunity.  He thought he
would simply sit in his room and not answer the door.  But then, this young
man was so irresistible, what would it hurt to just go ahead with it.

When Karl returned to his room, he immediately placed a call to Michael.

"Hi, Michael.  I miss you so much."

"And I miss you, too, Karl.  It's hard for me to think I won't have you in
my arms tonight.  But, guess what!  Jeff came down tonight and will be here
for the weekend.  And without Paul.  So I'll have him to myself.  It's been
so long.  And you know, Paul understands"

"That's great, Michael."

Karl was never under any misconception that Michael and his son, Jeff,
would always be lovers.  He always understood that.  Michael had done his
best to assure him that that was an enduring relationship that would never
end, and was different from his relationship with himself.  He accepted
that.  But in an effort to rationalize his own behavior that night, he
thought that while Michael was sleeping with Jeff, perhaps it would not be
that bad for him to have an episode with Larry.

When Larry knocked on the door at about 10:30, Karl let him in and they
both flew into each others arms in a tight embrace.  Larry then took off
his coat and began removing his shoes, shirt and pants.  Karl, still unsure
about what he was doing, hesitated, but then removed his clothes.  They
both stood before the large full-length mirror on the closet door.

Larry said, "Your body is as beautiful as your face was in the restaurant."

Karl said, "Look who's talking."

Karl pulled back the covers on the bed and they both fell down upon it,
kissing each other wildly.  Larry brought his tongue down over Karl's firm
chest and continued all the way down over Karl's pubic hair, his balls, and
down both legs.  The feel of Larry's tongue action drove Karl into a sexual
reverie that he could hardly stand.  Soon, Larry took Karl's gorged penis
into his mouth all the way to the base.  Karl became so excited that he
felt he was going to cum any minute.

Pulling Larry's head off of his penis, he said, "I'm about to cum, but I
don't want this to end so soon.  Let me just love your gorgeous swarthy
body for a little while."

Karl proceeded to give Larry a tongue bath.  The running of Karl's tongue
on Larry's sensitive skin was almost unbearable, and Larry moaned as though
he was being tortured.  Karl found that Larry's firm skin was as clear and
smooth as silk and he was continually tempted to take bites out of it.  The
very light layer of soft hair on Larry's legs drove Karl almost crazy as he
sucked on it.  Raising Larry's legs in the air, Karl brought his tongue
down the back of Larry's legs and into his crotch, lapping up the salty
tasting sweat.  He then plunged his tongue into Larry's waiting asshole.
The hole seemed to open up, welcoming Karl's tongue.  Karl could easily
push all of his tongue inside of Larry's rectum and wished that his tongue
were longer.

Larry moaned, "Fuck me, Karl.  Jam that big hard cock of yours into my
hole, and I want you to be rough with me."

Karl slid up higher and, with no effort, slipped his cock into Larry's
hole.

"God, Larry, you've got a big hole.  My cock is just flopping around in
there."

"Karl, go and reach in my coat pocket.  I have a vibrating dildo.  Get it
and stick it in there with your cock."

Karl inserted the dildo into Larry's asshole all the way and then squeezed
his own cock in beside it.  The sensation was indescribable.  There was now
pressure on his cock as well as vibration from the dildo.  Larry moaned
loudly.  "Oh, fuck me hard, Karl, baby."

Karl wanted this feeling that he'd never experienced before to last forever
and slowed his fucking motion so that he could prolong it.  But it was
impossible.  The clenching in his gut signaled to him that his orgasm was
about to come and could not be stopped.  He then felt his sperm surging up
through his shaft and as he let out a howl, violent throbbing of his penis
sent stream after stream of his sperm into Larry's rectum.  Karl had never
experienced an orgasm as powerful and long lasting as this one.

When Karl rolled off and onto his back, Larry leaned over and kissed his
face.  "I've never seen as handsome a face and body as yours, Karl."  He
ran his tongue and lips over Karl's eyes and nose and cheeks and lips and
ears.  Karl could feel the coolness of Larry's breath on his wet skin.
Larry then ran his tongue down Karl's chest, stomach, and over his balls,
licking and chewing lightly on his ball sack.  Throwing Karl's legs up in
the air, Larry ran his tongue all over his crotch and over the pucker of
his asshole.  Karl could feel Larry's tongue entering his asshole, then out
again, licking all over his crotch and down the soft fleshy part of his
inner thighs near his balls.

"Larry, please fuck me.  I want that luscious cock of yours inside of me."

Larry was one who liked rough sex and in one powerful thrust rammed his
cock into Karl's asshole.  Leaning over and kissing Karl wildly, he pounded
his cock into Karl violently.  Karl could feel Larry's hard rod rubbing
against his prostate and he felt that another orgasm was about to occur.
Just then Karl unexpectedly shot another load onto his stomach with an
orgasm almost as good as the first.

Larry shouted, "I'm cumming and I want to shoot all over you."  He pulled
out just in time and shot at least five long ropes of hot white sperm onto
Karl's chest and chin, with some of it going into Karl's mouth.  Karl then
pulled Larry forward so that he could suck out the last of his sperm.
Larry's orgasm seemed to last beyond the shooting of his sperm.  He then
collapsed on top of Karl, again wildly kissing his face.

They were both totally spent and lay quietly and breathing heavily next to
each other.  Karl thought to himself that he had never had a sexual
encounter so sensuous and thrilling.  Soon, Larry rose up and, without a
word, dressed himself and left.  Karl was left to wonder what he had just
done.  It was a wonderful sexual experience, but now that Larry was gone,
he had trouble even remembering what he looked like.  Larry was like a
finely tuned sex machine which had arrived, done it's thing and then
disappeared.  There was no possible feeling of love or caring here.  With
Michael, he thought, there was overwhelming love for each other that was
merely consummated by sexual acts.  That was so much more important.  Oh
yes, that was so much more important.  He would forget this experience and
never mention it to Michael.  It was a dalliance of no consequence.  It
would never happen again.  It was over.  Lying back in the bed and pulling
the covers up over him, he thought about Michael lying in his own bed with
Jeff.  He felt just a little jealous, but knew he had no right to be.

Karl called his father the next day to tell him he was going back to the
ranch.  His father assured him that matters would not take long and that he
would call with any news about Jared by mid-week.  Tony soon arrived at
Karl's room.

"I'll carry your luggage down to the car."  Then as Karl was zipping up his
suitcase, Tony threw his arms around Karl.

"Karl, I've missed you so much.  Can't you take me down to Texas with you?
I feel so empty and lonely up here without you."

"Tony, I've missed you, too.  But I have a new life down there on the
ranch.  Michael and I have each other now, and you wouldn't be happy
there—not under those circumstances."

Tony fell to his knees and pressed his face against Karl's cock.  "I just
need to do this one more time, Karl."

As Tony rubbed the front of Karl's pants with one hand, he unbuttoned and
unzipped them with the other.

"Oh, Tony.  You're the same old Tony.  I can never be mad at you."

"Just for old time's sake, eh Karl?"

Tony lowered Karl's pants down to around his ankles and popped his
semi-hard penis out of his briefs.  Taking it into his mouth, he turned his
eyes up to Karl's and saw him smiling down at him sweetly.  Karl leaned
against the chest of drawers while Tony brought his rapidly hardening penis
in and out of his mouth, swirling his tongue about the head as only Tony
could do it.  As his orgasm approached, Karl threw his head back and
groaned.  Tony took Karl's full load down his throat and continued to suck
him dry until Karl gently pulled his head away.

As Tony stood up again, he said, "Please Karl, think about bringing me down
to where you are.  I won't be any trouble and I'll find something to do.  I
won't come between you and Michael.


When Karl arrived home at the ranch, he was greeted by both Michael and
Jeff, eager to know if anything further had transpired with his father.
After dinner, Jeff went into Goliad to the Cock and Balls Lounge with some
of his friends.  Michael and Karl sat on the front verandah talking.

Karl couldn't resist asking, "Michael, has Jeff been enjoying his visit
this weekend?"

"I think he has."

"Michael, I want to ask you something.  I know, of course, the relationship
that you have with Jeff, but I'd like to know, truthfully, what he thinks
of me.  I want to know what he thinks of you and me.  You know, what does
he think of me being with you?"

"Well, Karl, you know that I will never turn my Jeff away from my bed.  He
knows that.  And that's the way it will always be.  We love each other very
much.  As for you, he thinks that you are really great.  And he had
encouraged me to do all I could do to convince you to make your home here
so that we could be lovers.  He is very happy about how you and I have come
together.

"But, Michael, you and he are lovers.  Maybe he encouraged me to come here
only to assuage your loneliness while he is away in Austin.  But when he is
home here, what then?  Do you think he feels I should step aside out of the
picture until he goes back to school?"

"I can't imagine that he thinks that way, Karl.  He understands exactly
what the situation is."

"But how can you have two lovers, Michael?  One or the other of us is bound
to get in the way, and there could be conflict."

"You're not jealous of Jeff, are you?"

"I don't know."

"Well, Karl, I'm going to talk with Jeff and see exactly what he thinks."

Karl sat on the floor between Michael's legs and put his head in Michael's
lap.  "I don't think I could stand it if anything or anyone came between
us."

"I swear, Karl, that will never happen."  Then caressing Karl's head, he
said, "Let's go to bed."

In Michael's bedroom, they slowly undressed each other, kissing and
fondling each other's body as they went.  On the bed, they continued to
caress and kiss each other.  As Michael slid down and was lightly kissing
and teasing the end of Karl's gorged penis, the door opened suddenly and
there stood Jeff in his briefs smiling.

"I just wanted to say goodnight to you two.  And Karl, I'm really glad
you're back.  Dad missed you so much.  I love you both."

Michael just said, "Thanks, Jeff."

But Karl, on an impulse, said, "Jeff, would you like to lie down here with
us for a little while?"

Michael looked startled.  "Are you sure, Karl?"

"Yeah, we're all kind of family now.  I guess we have nothing to hide from
one another."

Jeff smiled and said, "Well, you two should be with each other on your
first night back."

Karl was visibly relieved at Jeff's attitude upon seeing Michael and him
together in bed.  "No, please Jeff.  I'd like to have you be with us—all
together.  I love you, too, Jeff."

Jeff walked over to the bed hesitantly, and Michael reached up and pulled
Jeff's brief's down to his knees.  "C'mon, Jeff, relax.  Please come be
with us tonight."

Jeff went ahead and climbed out of his briefs and plunked himself down
between his father and Karl, who both proceeded to run their hands over his
young handsome body.  While Michael began to suck on Jeff's nipples, Karl,
ran his tongue over Jeff's shapely legs, sucking on the soft light brown
hair that covered them.

Jeff moaned softly, saying, "My God, that feels so wonderful!"

Jeff felt that he was in Heaven with both his father and his father's lover
fondling his body so erotically.  Up on his haunches between Jeff's legs,
Karl sucked in each of Jeff's balls and softly fondled them with his tongue
and lips, while Jeff slowly stroked his penis.  Michael, also on his
haunches behind Karl, spread Karl's ass cheeks and just lightly tickled and
teased Karl's puckered asshole with his tongue, while reaching down under
and fondling Karl's balls and rigid penis.

Jeff batted his hard penis against Karl's forehead and said, "Please suck
it for me, Karl."

Karl took Jeff's throbbing rod in his mouth down to the hilt.  Then,
Michael lay on his back and scooted up under Karl between his legs and took
Karl's cock into his mouth, while pushing two of his fingers into Karl's
asshole.  The feeling of Michael's mouth on his penis, of Michael's fingers
in his asshole, and of Jeff's penis in his own mouth just about drove Karl
wild.

Jeff shouted, "I'm going to blow my load, Karl.  Are you ready?"

Karl nodded his head and sucked harder and faster on Jeff's cock.  Then, as
Jeff let out a yell and went into orgasm, Karl felt blast after blast of
Jeff's sperm hitting the back of his throat.  It tasted sweet and salty at
the same time.  After sucking Jeff dry, Karl threw Jeff's legs in the air.
While Jeff spread his ass cheeks with his hands, Karl mounted him and
plunged his hard cock into Jeff's asshole.  Then from behind, Michael
mounted Karl, and pushed his own cock into Karl's ass.  Both Karl and
Michael did their up and down fucking motions exactly in time with each
other.  Again, Karl felt that he was in another world with Michael's cock
up his ass and his own cock up Jeff's ass.

"How can I make this last forever," Karl thought.  "This is like the most
beautiful dream anyone could ever have."

Karl finally said, "I think I'm cumming."

At that, Michael said, "Great!  Let's cum together."

Michael had been on the verge for sometime, and when he felt Karl's ass
clenching, he knew Karl was cumming.  So Michael let go and shot his load
of sperm into Karl's asshole just as Karl shot his own load into Jeff.
Karl felt as though he was being transported to a strange and wonderful
place.  As his own penis was throbbing and pumping out his sperm, he could
feel Michael's cock throbbing as well, while his rectum was being flooded
with a load of Michael's warm thick fluid.

They lay three deep, totally exhausted, for a few minutes, and then rolled
onto their backs.

Jeff finally spoke.  "Like I told you earlier, I love you guys."

"How about Paul?" asked Karl.

"Oh, he knows.  He knows about dad and me."

"But how about me?" Karl asked again.

"I'll tell him.  Why not?  Maybe sometime when he's down here, the four of
us will get together!  I'm going back to sleep in my own room now so you
two can be together for the night."

After Jeff was gone, Michael turned to Karl and kissed him and said, "You
see, Karl.  You don't have a thing to worry about."

Michael and Karl rolled into each other's arms and went to sleep.


Several days later, Karl received the expected call from his Father.

"Good news, Karl.  I think we've got the goods on this Jared character.  He
runs some sort of a club outside of San Antonio in the country.  It's a
secret club where adult men bring their young sons, aged seven through
thirteen, and make them have sex.  It's sort of a competition where the
young boys are made to have sex with adult men.  As we understand it, the
boys are trained by their pwn fathers to engage in various sex acts.  And
then at the monthly meetings, or competitions, as they call them, the boys
have to perform these acts with the fathers, and they are given awards for
best performance.  But they don't have sex with their own fathers at these
competitions.  The man who is chosen to have sex with each boy is chosen by
drawing names.  It's a vile operation and the whole thing is against about
a hundred different state and local laws, not to say against decency and
against nature.  We can have this operation shut down immediately and have
this Jared thrown in jail."

"My God, father, that's unbelievable.  But please, don't do anything about
it now.  We want him to know that we know about this.  And then I'm sure
we'll be enough of a threat to him that he'll drop any action against
Michael."

"But, son, the operation needs to be shut down.  You can't just let
something that cruel go on."

"I know, father, but give us some time before you do anything.  Do you know
the names of any of the other men who are involved with this?"

"Yes.  There's a guy named Jacob Schwartz.  He isn't the head of the
operation, but we understand that he coordinates the competition with the
various fathers and sons who participate."

"That's helpful, father."

"Well, you keep me informed.  I'm wondering what kind of fellow your
friend, Michael, is, having a brother like that."

"They're two different animals, father, believe me.  I'll talk with you
later."

Michael was aghast that his brother, as evil as he was, would be involved
in something like this, much less be the head of it.

"Michael, what we need to do is go and see this Schwartz guy and somehow
portray ourselves as parents who are interested in entering our sons in the
competition."

"But we don't have any sons, Karl, who could enter."

"I know, but maybe we can get him to let us attend one of them like we're
trying to make up our minds if we want to join."

Karl was able to locate Jacob Schwartz in the phone book and called him.
He introduced himself as a father who was very interested in joining the
club, along with another father who was a friend of his.  Schwartz said he
would need to talk to Karl and his friend before he made a determination
about letting them in.  They were to meet him the next morning at about 11
o'clock at the MacDonalds on Loop 13 near the airport.  He would be wearing
a green jacket.

Michael cut out two pictures of young boys from an old brochure he had once
received on a private boy's school.  These would be represented as their
sons.  When Karl and Michael arrived, they spotted the man sitting alone in
a booth at the rear of the restaurant.

"Sit down, gentlemen.  Tell me about yourselves and your sons."

Karl and Michael described themselves as country people who operated a
ranch.  They indicated that they frequently engage in sex with their sons
and were very intrigued with the idea of entering them in a competition
with other boys.  Producing the pictures, Michael said his son was eight
year old and Karl's was thirteen.

Schwartz looked at them carefully.  "Hmm.  They're good looking little
guys.  I wouldn't mind fucking them myself.  Tell me, have they both had
experience getting their asses fucked?  I mean by a grown man, not just
another kid?"

Karl said, "Oh, yes.  We each have pretty fat eight inch cocks and they
both take them in all the way."

"Hmm. Do they suck cock too, and swallow sperm?"

"Oh, yeah.  Mine can suck my cock better than any other guy has.'

"Well," said Schwartz, "Let me tell you what is expected of these kids.  We
have two divisions.  The seven to eleven year olds division and the twelve
to thirteen year olds division.  They have different requirements, of
course.  All the boys, however, need to be able to take an adult cock up
the ass and suck off the adult.  The thing the older boys need to do, that
the younger ones don't, is be able to take a man's whole cock in his mouth
down to the hilt.  Also, when the younger one's are getting fucked, they
don't have to take the whole cock up his ass, like the older ones do.  The
fathers who fuck them are instructed to not go too deep with the young
division kids."

Michael asked, "Well, do the boys know what exactly is going to be expected
of them during these competitions."

"Oh, yeah.  Before a kid takes part in a competition, he is expected to
train for a long time with his own father.  For instance, he has to
practice sucking technique with his father.  You know, he'll get points
from the judges for good technique.  Also, as another example, he has to
practice lowering his ass down onto his dad's hard cock and letting it
slide in smoothly with no jerking or grimacing.  Have you ever sat down on
a guy's cock.  Sometimes when the head of the guy's penis pops into the
asshole, you jerk a little before the shaft slides in.  None of that
jerking is allowed.  Points are taken away for that.  The boys do a lot of
practicing with their dads on that segment of the competition.  Also, the
boy's form is judged when he is getting fucked both doggy fashion and from
the front with his legs up in the air.  He can't look stiff.  He has to
look graceful at all times."

Karl said, "I know our boys would both be good competitors.  But we would,
of course, practice all the events very thoroughly before we entered them.
But we both have to be sure what we're getting into here.  We have to
maintain absolute discretion and secrecy if we do this.  Can we be assured
that the security surrounding these competitions will be tight?

"Absolutely.  We understand that, because of the nature of this activity,
strict privacy is our watchword."

Michael said, "Just so we can be absolutely sure of what we are getting
into, would it be possible for us to attend one these competitions?  We
would really like to determine for ourselves before we commit to this
whether or not our sons would be suitable competitors."

"I think we can manage that.  We'll be having our next competition a week
from Friday night.  We're located in an old warehouse on a side road that
leads off of Blanco Road.  Here, I'll draw you a little map.  It starts at
9 o'clock, and I'll be at the door and I'll let you in.

When the night of the competition came, Michael and Karl arrived just a few
minutes before nine.

Schwartz was standing at the door.  "Hey, I thought you were going to bring
your little boys with you."

Michael said, "Well, we thought we would like to see the competition once
ourselves before we talked to them about it.  We thought that would be
best."

As they walked in, they couldn't believe what they were seeing.  In the
center of the room was a raised mat like a boxing ring, without the ropes.
The audience, which surrounded the ring in folding chairs, consisted of
only men, many of whom looked well dressed and prosperous.  Schwartz took
them through a door into another room.

"Since you're here just to see what goes on, I thought I would show you the
boys' dressing room. It's the first time for some of these boys, but some
have competed before.

Seated on several long locker room type benches were about sixteen young
boys, all naked.  All of them had serious looks on their faces, but a
number of them looked clearly frightened and apprehensive.  Several were
visibly shivering.  Most of them were busily working on their little
penises trying to get them hard.  Two of the boys were crying.

Schwartz then took Karl and Michael to another room where the fathers of
the boys were assembled.  They were in the process of drawing names to
determine which boys would be assigned to them for the various events in
the competition.  When a father's own son was in the ring, that father
usually came out into the audience to observe.

When Michael and Karl were finally seated, Schwartz stood up and called out
the first contestants.  "Father Number One, and Boy Number Eight."


This is Chapter 16 of "My Father, My Son."  The author welcomes any
comments and suggestions.  Please send to: tombor99@excite.com.

Tom Borden