Date: Wed, 10 May 2006 12:53:44 -0700
From: aberration@hush.com
Subject: Promise Uncovered, A - incest, adult/youth

Promises Uncovered
By: Aberration

Disclaimer:

This story contains material of a sexual nature and describes sexual acts
between varied ages, which may include adult/youth. If you find this kind
of material offensive, if you are not of legal age to read such material or
if it is illegal in your country, please do not read any further. My
stories may contain some factual or autobiographical elements, but they are
works of fiction, figments of imagination and any apparent similarity of
characters to real people is coincidental.

Expression should never be considered intent and I do not condone nor
endorse any of the activities included in these representations.

Story Codes: (bb, tb, tm, incest, voy, oral, anal, mast)

Comments are welcome at aberration@hush.com

Part One

I was just about to knock and ask the boys what they wanted for supper.

"Com'on," I overheard my son pleading with his best friend Mike, "We're
best friends, and I tell you everything, com'on what happened?"

"I promised," his friend said quietly. "I promised I wouldn't ever say
anything."

"I know," my son's `understanding and reasonable' voice declared, a skill I
suppose he got from his mother, she's very adept at negotiations, the
divorce settlement proves that. "I promise too, I'll keep any secret you
have Mike, you're the best friend I ever had and I want it to be like that
forever."

"Yeah, I know," the eleven year old responded, a little exasperation
creeping into his voice. "Look," he said after taking a breath, "This isn't
like telling that Marissa stuffs her bra with tissues, or so and so boned
up in the shower, this is serious shit, David."

I winced at the swearing, but knew that the boys weren't angels, they fell
into `peer behavior' like normal sixth graders and then the guilt of
listening to the private conversation began to weigh heavy and I was about
to turn and continue on back to the living room as my son made his last
plea and finally broke through Mike's reluctance.

"Alright, ok," he finally agreed, "Remember I slept over at Tony's about a
month ago?"

"Yeah," my son responded, a little jealousy creeping into his voice.

Tony was nearly two years older then Mike and my son, but in the same grade
having started late and was held back a grade as he wasn't exactly the
sharpest tack in the pile. He was a good boy however and I'd never had any
trepidation about the boys befriending him, I liked him and he was always
the most polite and well behaved of David's friends.

"Well," Mike started off slowly, "It was all normal, messin' around,
playing videos, just like we do, but then he got all weird on me, asking me
stuff about my dick, did I get boners in school, do I ever jack off, you
know stuff like that."

"Do you ever jack off!" my son exclaimed, "Hell, Mike you're the king at
jacking off!"

"Yeah?" my son's friend responded, I could see the grin, his posturing for
the big response, "You never complain, I bet I've jacked you a hundred
times!"

While a little taken a back, I wasn't that shocked, my own youth was
replete with more then one jack off buddy throughout my young teen years. I
just hadn't realized they'd gotten to that point in their own
relationship. A quick flashback in thinking and I could now see all the
signs that were there and I felt rather stupid when I recalled that just
the week before I'd peaked in on them in the early morning and saw, but
never connected it, two pairs of white Jockey brand briefs on the floor
next to the bed they were all tangled together in.

"You're the best too, much better then Frankie was," My son tried to make
peace.

Now I was floored, Frankie was David's cousin; he hadn't visited us for a
number of years and was several years older then my son, which meant he
taught my son to masturbate when he was probably only seven or eight!
`Damn,' I thought to myself, he sure hides it well.

"Yeah?" Mike answered dubiously, "Well guess who Tony jacks off with, not
just jacking either, Tony sucks his cock and takes it up the ass!"

"Holy shit, your kidding, who, who?" my son excitedly pleaded.

"His dad." Mike replied bluntly.

"Hoooolllleeeeeyyyy FUCK!" my son cried.

It angered me, he knows I hate them using that language, but then thought
of the seriousness of the news his friend had revealed and curbed it for
the time being, I mean, I was eavesdropping at his door wasn't I? What the
hell did I expect, that's the way kids talk now.

"Yeah," Mike said, knowing now that David would understand his reluctance,
"I got up to take a piss and he wasn't in bed either and I'm heading to the
bathroom, thinking I might get to see his dick," and he giggled a little,
"but the door to his dad's room is like cracked and I heard this soft,
weird sound coming from inside."

"I crept up, really anxious, and on the bed, there's Tony, like totally
naked, his head down, and his dad's HUGE cock like going in and out of his
mouth as he bobs it up and down. His dad's got his hands on Tony's head and
he's like guiding and whispering to him, `yeah, suck that cock boy, you
know you love sucking Daddy's dick!' and all kinds of shit like that. I was
like totally blown away when he made Tony keep sucking and he shot off in
his mouth and Tony like, dude, he SWALLOWED IT!"

"Wow!" was all David could say and I could picture his head shaking, like
my own was shaking, along with my legs, and hands, my whole body.

"Yeah," Mike agreed, "But then, his ole' man does the same thing to Tony,
he's like up and pumping himself, you know how big his dick is, in and out
of his Dad's mouth, like he's fucking him, ya know, and Tony just goes
ahead and squirts in his mouth and his Dad swallowed that stuff too!"

I had to get up and get out of there, I was about to lose it, so I quickly
strutted, not to the living room, but to my bedroom. I made sure the door
was locked, then peeled out of my clothes, lay down and proceeded to
furiously masturbate, showering my chest and stomach with my messy release
in about thirty seconds.

Of course had I remained perched at that door, the moans of pleasure and
the sounds of a dick being sucked would have filled my ears as David paid
off on his promise to his friend, that if he revealed his secret, he would
suck his friend's cock, something Mike had been trying to talk my son into
for some time.

I would have also heard about how he'd been caught spying at the door, but
instead of being mad, Tony's father had invited him in to join them and
he'd gone, where he had received his first blow job, then watched as his
friend lay face down and his father proceeded to thoroughly and completely
fuck his thirteen year old son in front of my son's astonished best
friend. He'd taken his turn at Tony as well, but his little four inches
didn't do much for the boy, so he'd allowed himself to be cajoled and
prodded, finally sucking the thick five inches of his older friend to
climax, but spitting the semen back out afterward and hurriedly running to
bathroom, almost vomiting on the way, washing his mouth out and gargling.

We had all dozed off in our separate rooms after our orgasms and I woke up,
trying desperately to put out of my mind young Tony receiving his father's
thick cock up his ass and went to get some dinner ready. The smell of the
fajitas, my son's favorite, soon had their stomachs grumbling in their half
sleep and they soon appeared at the kitchen door, hair mussed up, just in
their white briefs, inquiring when we would eat.

"After you two go put some clothes on," I'd responded, trying not stare at
either of them, the sight of them so barely clothed was highly erotic right
at that moment, though I'd seen both naked many, many times.

The sounds of teeth mashing and high pitched grunts of gastronomic pleasure
were the only sounds filling the brightly lit kitchen as I only munched on
the delicious Mexican dish I concocted. I watched my son and his best
friend, noting how handsome, well cute really, Mike was and quickly
banished the thought; I didn't need another erection right that second.

I about choked on a slice of green pepper when my son, a mouth full of
refried beans asked, "Could Mike and me go over to Tony's after we eat?"

I coughed and apologized, trying to cover with swallowing wrong, and then
answered, "No, Mike is supposed to be spending the night here, you know the
rules."

"Awww," he moaned, and then his expression flashed an afterthought, "Could
Tony come over, and maybe spend the night, too?"

"Uh, well," I tried to gather my wits, quick flashes of erotic art blinding
them and I finished, "Sure, I don't see why not."

"Yeah!" they both cheered and resumed crunching their food like two starved
horses with their noses stuffed in a feed bag full of oats.

As I cleaned up the stall, uh I mean kitchen, from the two little studs
mess, I admonished myself for having facilitated a situation that only
served my lascivious thoughts. My son and his best friend, both eleven,
wanted a boy who was two years older, obviously far more sexually mature,
and was having an incestuous relationship with his father, to spend the
night with them. Gee, you suppose they just want to challenge him in the
latest video game, or perhaps gang wrestle, two against one? Maybe they
want a fourth for bridge?

`Damn' I thought, adding another little guilt, chastising myself for
swearing. My son and his friend had obviously long passed the experimental
stage, I wondered for how long, but now they were crossing into reality, I
mean they were planning on getting some real live sex, not just playing
around with each other wieners and I wondered if I would be able to stand
it.

"Hi, Mr. Schmidt!" Tony greeted me about a half hour later and it struck me
how handsome he was, Italian American descent, the slightly olive colored
skin tone, luscious and thick, but straight black hair and a pair of
absolutely heavenly hazel brown eyes.

"Hello, Tony!" I returned his greeting, hoping my face didn't reveal the
intimate details I knew about him. "Com'on in, the boys are in David's
room, just go on back." I told him as I shut the door.

"Thanks, Mr. S!" he grinned, started to go, then stopped and smiling he
turned back and looking me right in the eye, said, "Hey, you know, sometime
I'd like to come over and just talk to you too, would that be okay?"

"Why, uhm, sure Tony," I fumbled badly, "Come over when ever you feel like
it."

"Cool," he calmly grinned, "Well, see ya later Mr. S!" and strode off to my
son's room.

Was I being propositioned? Maybe he wanted my help, get away from the
abuse, my mind whirled and the impossible thought ran amuck, maybe he wants
to have sex with you too, my irrational mind told me. I caught myself
watching his very pert little bubble cheeked ass bouncing up and down as he
walked the twenty or so steps, knocked and then went in to David's room.

The television played the ballgame, but I wasn't paying attention, I
couldn't concentrate for more then half a minute. I kept seeing that smile,
those lovely brown eyes that I could have sworn reflected knowledge, the
instinct that he'd known all along I'd been hiding a secret, the secret I'd
buried and refused to acknowledge for the past twenty years, the secret I'd
seen buried in another young man's eyes so long ago.

In my day I had been quite the athlete, playing multiple sports, settling
on basketball and baseball during my last two years of high school and that
garnered a nice scholarship and I actually made it to double A ball before
realization set in that in all likelihood the majors would always be just a
dream. My business degree though allowed me to get in with the business end
of management, say I stayed fairly close and could devote time to my son
after my wife had enough and split with one of our ex-players.

Well, I had my share of hetero relationships, beginning quite early
actually, even while I was still in the `messing' around stage with
peers. What happened after a career season in both sports, the basketball
team going all the way to the state semi-finals and the baseball team
winning the State championship caught me completely off guard. High School
sports were a major deal in the smallish city I grew up in and its stellar
athletes pretty much given a free ride if you sort of toed the line and
hero worship amongst those destined to follow behind quite common.

That summer I had decided to work strictly on conditioning for my senior
year, which meant I was home a lot more since I wouldn't be playing on the
traveling team or American Legion ball as it was known and working out in
the garage. My father had given up his parking space for the weights and
gear he'd bought and helped me set up.

When the kid across the street, he was already being mentioned as having
potential, discovered this, he wheedled and pleaded permission to come
over, begging to be given any menial task that meant he could be around
me. To be honest it pumped my ego pretty good and I sort of adopted him as
a little brother, let him get my towel or a drink and sit quietly while I
went through my routine.

He had just had his twelfth birthday and enjoyed a fairly successful
baseball season himself, hence having already been mentioned to my coach,
leading his Little League All-Stars to the second round of the District
playoffs. They'd lost then, but he'd been the most valuable player for his
team, batting over .600 and hitting several home runs and pitching the
heart rendering three to two loss that eliminated his team. Yep, Scotty
Patterson was well on his way to follow and that thought made me push
myself that extra bit, knowing that he found me good enough to emulate.

What I hadn't counted on, or even had the remotest thought of, was just how
much he would come to worship not just me, but my body too, because he
already knew about his preferences and with the innocence of youth, decided
he was gay. He did literally seduce me, though I'm pretty sure he didn't
know the term or the ramifications, he just knew he wanted to share the
intimate things he'd already shared with several of his friends, with me.

By the time I let myself fully comprehend what was going on, my still
hormone enriched system wouldn't even think about refusal. It started with
him wanting to feel my muscles, just my biceps, then he slipped in rubbing
my shoulders and pretty soon he was massaging my heated body after I would
finish, still sweating and smelly. Since I normally only wear a tight pair
of gym shorts he had almost complete access and by the third or fourth time
we'd ended this way his movement up my thighs and down my stomach was
beginning to get a little braver each time and I have to admit, so was my
control over not letting it become erotic for me.

I should have refused, but my good sense was being overridden by my much
inflated ego and I actually canceled a date that Friday night, so I could
`baby-sit' Scotty for his parents. He'd run over and was pleading and
begging before I could even totally understand that he was asking to me to
stay with him, because his parents had to go out of town for the
weekend. My father was highly amused and mother pleased that I would
sacrifice to help our neighbors, so that Friday night there I was, alone
with a young boy that not only idolized me, but wanted to have sex with me,
but didn't quite know how to bring it about.

"Are you sore?" he finally peeped after pizza and a movie.

"Well, yeah, sort of," I stretched my arm.

"Want me to massage you?" he near begged, eyes pleading.

"I don't have any gym trunks." I rationalized, knowing if I let him get
going, with us being alone and he really wanted too, there was no way I'd
stop him.

"So?" he grinned, then blushed a light shade of pink, "I'll get a towel and
you can just take everything off, okay?" again those puppy dog eyes.

"Yeah, sure," I replied, confirmed he was ready to take this further,
attempting to sound non-committal, but my heart beginning to race a little,
thoughts no longer concerned with the question of his motives.

I don't think we were out of his bedroom for more then half a day after
that first night. When we finally admitted what he was after and my desire
was, evident by the tent I was making with the towel and we'd discussed the
necessaries, it relieved both our drives to capture, savor and relish our
first passionate encounter.

It was wonderfully intimate, as he laid his head on my chest and simply
worshiped my typically average, five and quarter inch phallus, stroking and
petting it with slow deliberate movements, rolling and manipulating my
testicles occasionally as well. Gaining a rapid breath from me he hitched
up on his elbow and worked more diligently toward the ultimate goal and had
me peaked and spurting my release across my chest and stomach in an
explosion that topped practically anything I'd experienced up until then.

"Do you know how much I've wanted to do this?" he softly looked me in the
eye, his small fingers brushing across my eyebrows.

"Not until tonight," I curled a soft smile and reached around him, placed
my hand at the back of his head, pulling his mouth to mine and easing us
into a lip lock.

He kissed back for a moment, then pushed his hands on my chest and sat back
up and the more I have reflected on that moment, the more I see the
effeminate way he slid his shirt off, then stood and took off his jeans,
pausing and posing just a little next to the bed. Then the soft, sly
glance, even a slight blush, over the shoulder as he swung his hips away
and slowly pulled down his white cotton underpants, exposing his small,
melon ass cheeks first, then wiggled and had them falling to his ankles. He
turned and with a hand to steady himself, wiggled both feet free and stood,
presenting himself fully naked for the first time to my eyes.

"Pretty small, huh?" he questioned his mere inch and half off, soft and
circumcised, boy tube, sitting upon his testicles, which were nice and
plump, but not fully descended. There were not more then ten soft light
brown hairs tucked and growing from the still present fold where pubic bone
meets hips.

"Looks perfect to me," I said without hesitation, I was really beginning to
realize the excitement of this situation. "Besides, you have a lot growing
to do!"

"I know," he half smiled, "but I peeked at my dad once, when he was doing
what we just did and he didn't know I was there, he's smaller then you
hard."

"Well the good news is, that when you really get down to it, IT'S a small
part of the things you can do anyway!" and waited to see if he took it
correctly.

He eyeballed me for a second, just to make sure it wasn't a tease, then
burst out with the prettiest laugh and beaming face, it gave me a really
warm feeling and I committed to the decision to show him just what I'd
meant. Pulling him down into bed with me, I sort of sideways maneuvered on
top, so I could look in his eyes.

"Scotty, this is really making me feel like a champ, it's really exciting
and I want to just let go and try a lot of things, but I don't think I can
unless you understand this can't be anymore then that, this weekend is
ours, but after that, well," and I couldn't finish.

"I know," he somewhat sadly avoided my gaze, and then looked back up at me
a little bleary. "Things have to `be normal' again," he said, but then
smiled politely and turned it into an evil grin and laughed and quickly
slipping out from under and straddling my chest, tried to growl evilly,
"That makes you for this WEEKEND as you put it, my slave and I get to
command you, understand Mister?" and failed miserably at refusing to grin.

"Oh no you don't" I returned with mock anger and flipped him to his back
and attacked his ribs, sending him into peals of screaming laughter, "You
forget I'm the Dread Pirate Roberts, the merciless! I have ravaged your
ship and now I intend to RAVAGE YOU!" and pretended to bite as I continued
my relentless finger digging.

When he was tear streaked and his little bone was extended it's full two
and half inches I halted the attack and slowly smoothed my hands over his
heaving body and leaned in to kiss his neck and shoulders. "Oh Scotty," I
huffed in his ear, "I won't forget this, ever, I promise."

I had read about it and now I did it, I took Scotty `around the world',
licking, sucking and tonguing my way through continents, oceans and
mountain ranges, finishing at the fountain of youth as his proud spigot of
boyhood delivered the very first seminal release his twelve year old
testicles had finally churned up as I'd savored every smooth, svelte inch,
then tasted that elixir of freshly arrived puberty.

We slept peacefully, intertwined and irreverent of the odors our escapades
had produced and morning found me awakening, rather hazily, as the only
occupant of his twin sized racing car bed. I rose and pulled my boxers on
and found him in the kitchen, attempting to cook breakfast, eye yolk on the
end of his nose, pancake batter splattered on the still slightly protruding
tummy, mixing it by hand, his little butt wiggling inside his old and care
worn, brief underpants.

"'Morning!" I grinned, standing in the doorway, desperately trying not to
burst into laughter, "Need some help?"

"Well, yeah, actually," he grinned and then laughed with me and stole my
heart.

We spent the rest of the morning preparing, sharing and eating enough for
six and it struck me that this had been the first time I'd shared sex with
anybody and still been with them the next morning, a fairly intimate
sharing and it frankly scared the hell out of me, because a flash of us
twenty years from then not only implanted itself in my vision, I couldn't
deny in my heart that it was quite plausible.

I awakened in my lounge chair with a startling tremble, one of those
involuntary muscle spasms, painful erection pressing against the fly of my
jeans from my almost `Total Recall' of the past and the need to piss
sounding the alarm. I'd been dozing and dreaming for about forty minutes
and until I'd relaxed and completed my elimination hadn't thought about the
boys.

I admit I crept to the door, anxious and excited to hear if all the
circumstantial evidence was correct and I barely got knelt down and perched
in position when I heard an "Ow! Easy Tony, David's a lot smaller then
you!"

"Yeah, sorry," came the panted reply, "Just try and relax and push out,
like you're takin' a shit!"

"Ugh, ahh, oh man, is that it, is it all in?"

"Yeah, all in!"

"Fuck that feels weird, what's it look like David?"

"Looks pretty fuckin' weird too!" my son replied.

"You ready?"

"Yeah," came the half hearted reply and even as faint as it was, there was
no mistaking that slap and slosh, Tony was fucking Mike in the ass and my
son was watching.

"Com'ere, Davey," I heard the slightly erratic and more tempered thirteen
year old command my son, "Lemme suck you off while I'm fucking Mike!"

I stumbled back to my room, harder and more erect then the worst piss
erection I'd ever had, visions and pictures of those sleek, firm young
bodies all passionately engaged in sex together. I locked myself in the
bathroom and turned on the shower, ripping my clothes off and jumping under
the spray to moan and groan like I knew I had too as I soaped and viciously
gripped and masturbated myself to orgasm.

I couldn't hear the conversation back in my son's room after they had
scurried away and left the door way to my bathroom, just as I had stumbled
away from theirs moments before.

"Dude I told you!" Tony was grinning from ear to ear at his partners in
ploy, "Com'on dude, you heard it, our little play made your dad so horny he
had to go jack off! Lemme have him, please David, I won't take him away,
and I'll just get him feeling that this stuff is okay so he'll do it with
you, okay, just like I promised!"

Part One Ends Here