Date: Fri, 7 Feb 2020 16:53:12 +0000 (UTC) From: Fritz Subject: Raising Boys 68 Thanks for all your responses to this story. Comments, questions or even criticisms are always welcome at fritz819@yahoo.com A special thanks to the generous readers who have made donations in our name to Nifty. I hope we can all find it in our hearts to do what we can to support the wonderful gift of stories found on this site. Again, thank you. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html 68 After promising my therapist that I would use the utmost caution in driving and in taking any stairs, he had released me to normal activities. I was thrilled. I asked Russell if he would give me a lift over to the Boyd Farm Equipment Dealership so that I could pick up Donald's repaired BMW two-seater which had been a gift from his father. His late dad had the car customized in the Auburn school colors and the boy had been devastated when he thought it totaled by his asshole brother-in-law on the day of his dad's funeral. I told Russell the story of how Moose had attacked us, striking Stewart in the head with a bat and how Shaggy and Boots had gotten back at the Moose by stripping him, dressing his big ass in a tiny pair of his wife's sheer panties and had left him tied to a column outside the church where the memorial service was being held for his father-in-law. I also told the boy about one of the town's best-kept secrets, that being the shower room at the dealership. When Donald's father built the dealership, he built a very large shower room for him and his employees to clean up after being out on messy demonstrations of their machines. Over the years it had become a refuge for men to drop in and have showers and some play with like-minded men, most of whom were married. Many professionals, men in law enforcement, teachers and athletes dropped in during the day for a little jack off fun. There were some unspoken rules like no boys were allowed without pubes unless accompanied by an adult and nothing was to happen without consent, usually indicated by a nod or a smile. Otherwise it was pretty much anything goes in the large group shower which could easily accommodate twelve to fifteen men at a time. There were also low wooden benches at the rear of the room for spectators who just wished to observe the action and maybe enjoy a quiet wank. I don't think this innocent Mormon lad believed what I was telling him so I invited him in to meet Shaggy or Boots and show him the facility. As we went in, we were warmly greeted and told that Shaggy was in the office. He took us back to an office just off the large shower. The person seated at the desk could see into the shower but it was otherwise hidden from view. Shaggy greeted me warmly and I introduced him to Russell. I explained that Shaggy and Boots were running the business which young Donald had inherited at the death of his father. Russell's eyes were wide as we could hear the showers running and some very low voices. I told him he was welcome to go exploring. He walked over to the large rectangular opening to the shower area and looked in. I joined him and there were seven or eight men and boys in the showers. Two of the guys looked like high school boys and they seemed to enjoy showing their hot little bodies for the older men. They were all soaping each other and jacking off, while another three or four guys were naked on the benches in the back observing the action. Russell couldn't believe his eyes. "This goes on all the time here, kid," Shaggy chuckled. "You're welcome to join us any time. I was sure Russ would have loved nothing better as he was a young guy just beginning to explore his own sexuality. I had taken the lad's cherry just an hour or so earlier. "Would you bring me back here some time?" the boy asked me shyly. "Of course I will, Russ," I said. "I'd be happy to do that. Shaggy tells me a lot of dads bring their teen sons here and jack off with them or let other guys jack them so they won't go out and knock up their girl friends. The showers here have prevented God only knows how many unwanted pregnancies in this town over the years." We all had a good laugh as Shaggy handed me the keys to the Z4. He said it was parked out back and looked absolutely as good as new. We knew Donald's heart had broken when he saw the car his dad had given him in what we initially thought might have been totally destroyed. As it had turned out, the damage was cosmetic in nature and everything had been beautifully repaired. I took out my checkbook but Shaggy wasn't having it. "Boots and I are picking up the tab here," he said. "You know how much we loved that boy's daddy and how much we love his son." I thanked him and we hugged it out. Russell also gave the handsome man a hug and I saw Shaggy's hand drop dangerously close to the boy's butt as he hugged him. We said goodbye and Russell headed to the practice field to resume his work with the novice kicker before tonight's game. I decided, since it was a sunny, beautiful day, to put the top down on the car. It drove very nicely. It had a lot of power so I took it easy. I decided to give Michael a call to see what time he wanted me at his office for the meeting with Cliff. As I had the top down making it hard to hear, I pulled into a drive-thru for a cup of Buttfuck's coffee. There was a line so it worked out well. Michael told me Cliff had gotten the cameras in his mother's house and David said we had some good material. He also said there had been a snag. He reminded me that Cliff had asked to meet with Michael and me outside the presence of his father. He said Cliff planned to check out of school at two and drive himself to Michael's office. I told him I would be there by two for the meeting. I wasn't feeling hungry yet so I decided to make a run by the hospital. When I got to Elliott's room, the nursing assistant was mid-way through his bed bath. His name was Ron and I had met him earlier. He was a terrific guy who was a nursing student at the U. He seemed to be getting along well with the frat members who were now staying with Elliott around the clock to make sure he didn't awaken alone. I found Jeff helping Ron with the bedbath. Jeff was a senior and a very tall ginger boy. His family owned a large watercress farm just north of town and he had indicated he had a special relationship with his father. He seemed reserved and I had a feeling he played his cards very close to the vest when it came to his family story. I offered to finish the bath if Ron had other things to do and he gladly accepted the help. He thanked Jeff for the help he had given him and left us, closing the door behind him. "You're the only one here today?" I asked. "Just for now," he said. A bunch of the guys have Friday morning classes, which we all hate. There will probably be a whole group here later and I kind of wanted some quiet time with him. You know, I feel like I know him. I know that's strange, but I was here when the couple brought his little boy by to spend time. I saw them together and..." He went silent. I gave him time and space. I took the washcloth and rinsed it, handing it back to him. He was finishing up the chest. I watched the tall boy as he gently washed Elliott's arm. He seemed to have a light, gentle touch. They had untied the gown and it was crumpled at his waist. The sheet covered him just below the beginning of his thick, dark treasure trail. I could see the boy's eyes moving downward toward his crotch area and I felt he was really curious. "It's unbelievable what this poor guy has been through. I guess you heard how all of his family was wiped out in the holocaust except his parents," I said. "Now they're gone too." "I know," he said. "I can't even imagine that. I don't know what I'd do." "I don't either, Jeff," I said. I shared with the boy my recent experience of having been seriously injured after I thought my son had been killed in a plane crash. It had been an unfortunate misunderstanding, but I had been convinced my kid was dead. "I don't know what I'd have done, Jeff," I said. "My son Ren and I have a very special, very close relationship. I can't imagine my life without him." "My dad and I..." he said. Then he was silent. "I think I know what you're wanting to say to me, Jeff" I said. "It isn't necessary to say it. We understand each other. I know there's nothing you wouldn't do to protect your father, yet sometimes you feel like you'll burst if you can't share it with another person." "Exactly," he said. "I've never said a word. To anyone. Dad wanted me to go away to school but I couldn't stand the thought of being that far away from him. He wants me to meet other people and he encourages me to do things as long as I'm careful. I know he means well but he's the only person I've ever been with." "Look, kiddo," I said. "I think I understand. You love your dad more than life but your mom is still in the picture. Am I right?" "Yes, Rob"" he said. "And I love my mom and so does he." "Jeff, I'm glad you shared this with me," I said. "I bet your dad is a terrific guy. It sounds like he and I think along the same lines. He wants you to be loved and he knows he has an obligation to your mother. I think he probably realizes, as I have, that loving others will not diminish what you two have. It will only enhance it. You'll always love him and he'll always love you. But real love isn't jealous or selfish." "Yes, he's said those same exact words to me" Jeff said. "I hope I get the chance to meet him" I said. "I'd like that," the handsome ginger boy said. "A lot." We had now lifted the sheet from the bottom, exposing both his legs. The sheet covered him from just below his hairy navel to mid-thigh as we each washed a leg. I showed him how Ron and Russell had shown me how to flex the legs at the knee to prevent muscle contractures. We did it with each knee as we washed him. I could tell Jeff had relaxed with me now and I was glad. He had a sweetness about him one doesn't expect from a 6'6" basketball jock. "Is your dad a big, tall, ginger too?" I asked. "Oh yeah," he said. "Sorry, I meant yes sir. My dad would get all over at me for not showing respect. I'm about to catch up. I'm 6'6" now and he's just a shade taller. I've been hoping to catch up to him and I may if I grow just a little more. And he's a ginger too. He has bright red hair on his chest, a lot like you. I'm just beginning to get hair on my chest, but now that it's started it's getting in there pretty fast. " "How long have you and your dad had a special relationship?" I asked. "You know if I get too personal, all you have to do is say so." "Oh no, sir," he said. "It feels so good to have someone I can share this with. And Jack has told us you and Gil can be trusted with anything." `Thanks buddy," I said. "Nothing we say goes any further." "Dad and I were swimming two days before my twelfth birthday. We have a creek on the farm and it runs into a little pond. It's small, but it usually is about five or six feet deep. We used to swim there in the summertime. Dad and several of the guys who worked on the farm would swim there and they let me join them when I was ten. I loved looking at my dad swimming naked with all those guys. I always thought my dad was the best looking with his bright red hair on his chest and in his crotch. I always thought he was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen. Two days before I turned twelve I told him I wanted to go swimming. He agreed. My mom and my sister were out of town. She had a Pilot's Club meeting in Mobile for three days and my sister joined her. Dad had said it would be `just us men.' I'd been noticing I was beginning to grow some hair over my willy. It was just a few. I had hoped my dad would notice when we were swimming but he didn't. I made sure we touched a lot when we were playing around in the swimming hole and I even got hard while we were swimming but he didn't seem to notice and he didn't say anything. I was pretty down when we went to bed that night. I couldn't get to sleep because I was disappointed dad hadn't noticed my new pubes and my willy has hard. I'd heard some stuff about sex at school, but I'd never done anything with anyone. I'd noticed it felt good to touch my willy but I'd never really had any kind of climax. I was a pretty dumb kid." We both laughed. "That night after we went to bed and I couldn't sleep, I went into my dad's bedroom. He was sleeping in nothing but a loose pair of white boxer shorts. They were the old, full cotton boxers, not like the stretch kind today. It was warm so he didn't have any covers on him. I could see his bushy armpits and the red hair on his tummy. I was close enough to smell him. He smelled clean and fresh because we always took our showers just before going to bed. I climbed on the bed with him, being extra careful not to wake him. I just wanted to look at him at first. The opening on the crotch of his boxer shorts was open so that I could see his pubes trying to escape. I really wanted to touch them. I didn't know why because I really didn't know anything about sex. I just knew his body was like a magnet." At this point we had rinsed Elliott's legs. We carefully turned him toward Jeff while I washed the backside of his leg and thigh. "I knew I wanted touch him but I was afraid he might wake up and be mad. Still, I couldn't resist. First I very lightly put a hand on his thigh. It was hairy and warm to the touch. I didn't know exactly why but my willy was hard as a rock and felt like it might burst. The legs in his boxers were wide and I decided to see if I could slice my fingers under the fabric without waking him. As I eased my hand under the fabric of his underwear, he spread his legs apart. It scared me to death. I thought he was waking up and might be really mad. His cock had worked its way out through the hole in his boxers now and I could clearly see up close for the first time his cock. I stared at it, memorizing it in my mind. It looked different from my own, somehow, but I couldn't have described the difference. While I continued advancing my hand under his boxers, my other hand was now gripping my own little cock through my pajama pants. As my hand advanced, I encountered his balls. The soft skin felt hot to my hand. I could feel the hair on them. I gently touched them, still terrified he would awaken. Then I saw him take his hand and rub his crotch. His eyes were still tightly closed and his breathing still even and regular. As he rubbed his beautiful cock, it started to thicken. I realize now, he was probably having a sexy dream, but I had no clue what it meant then. He continued to rub for a very short time, then extended his arm over his head, again exposing his hairy ginger pit. I had pulled my hand out from under his boxers when I thought he was waking. Now I decided he must be sleeping soundly so, emboldened by my success, I decided to touch his cock. It seemed to have gotten a bit longer and quite a bit thicker during my examination. As I touched it, it thickened even more. I realized his was different from my own as the end of his was covered with skin as mine was not. I touched the skin and it was very soft. It was so warm. I put my hand around it. I felt, rather than saw, some moisture at the tip. Without thinking about it, I scooped it up with my finger and tasted it. I knew it wasn't pee because it was thicker and stickier. I had no idea what it was but it tasted good. As I swallowed, it happened. Dad woke up and asked why I was in his bed. Not having much practice at lying, I told him I had been scared to sleep alone. Dad pointed out I had never been scared to sleep alone before. He told me if I wanted to sleep in bed with him I was welcome. I climbed into his bed and he put an arm around me. I had a sure sense of being safe and secure in a way I never had before." "That's a beautiful story," I said. "It didn't stop there," Jeff said. We had rolled Elliott over and Jeff got his other upper leg and buttock. We gently moved him onto his back. I lifted the sheet, exposing his beautiful dark, wild patch of pubes and his lovely cut cock. It was slightly tumescent which we both acknowledged with a smile. "I think Elliott would enjoy us looking at him," I said. "He was proud of his body and I think he still would be." He asked me how we had known each other and I briefly recounted our history, leaving nothing out. "He's a beautiful man," Jeff said as he began to gently rub Elliott's balls with his warm soapy cloth. "So," Jeff continued, "I was in bed with my dad with his arms around me. I still couldn't sleep. When he went back to sleep and I could hear him breathing evenly and lightly snoring, I went back to my explorations. I crawled under the covers. I remember there was a lot of natural light in the room and I think the moon must have been full or near full. I could make out the bulge in his boxers where his cock was. I was feeling braver and reached two fingers into the hole and gently took his cock out. I was touching it and I had an unbelievable and unexplainable need to know what it would taste like. I put it in my mouth. It seemed like the most natural thin in the world to start gently sucking on it. As I did it began to grow and swell instantly. I sucked for a while and I could hear my dad softly moaning. I heard him say my mom's name softly as he moaned. Sucking gently on my daddy's hard cock felt like the most natural thing in the world to me. I had managed to slide his boxers down so that I could feel his thick pubes. Then he woke up and he fully understood what was going on. He didn't know what to do. He was quiet for a few minutes. Then he hugged me and covered us both with the sheet. He explained why we couldn't do that. I asked him if I had hurt him – if what I had done hadn't felt good. He explained that it felt quite good. He even told me that my mommy used to do that but she didn't like to do it anymore. I asked why and he couldn't answer. I told him it made me really happy and asked if I could please to it more. I was gently rubbing the crotch of his boxers and he had been hard the whole time. When he couldn't come up with an answer as to why it was wrong to let me make him feel good, he gave in. He stood up and took off his shorts. He got back in the bed with me and held me under his arm. He told me I was his boy and I could do whatever I liked until mommy came home. He let me touch him all over and I ended up sucking him until he fed me his load. Then he held me and rubbed my little hard willy until I had a climax. I think it was dry but there may have been a tad of watery cum. We played with each other all weekend and then straightened up when mom got home. The only times we every played around at home was the rare times the two of us would end up in the swimming hole. It was often but I loved every minute I could get with my handsome dad." "How long did that go on, son?" I asked him. "For a couple of years," he said. "Then dad and I stopped going to church and mom and my sister would still go. Dad and I took advantage of that time and we'd play in my bedroom until one Sunday when they came home from church early. My sister had complained of a tummy ache and we almost got caught. Dad told me we couldn't risk doing that any more. About two or three months later, on a Sunday morning, dad just told mom that Sunday mornings were going to be our guy time. He put me in the car and we came into town. He took me to an apartment over at the Fontainebleau Apartment Complex. It was a two bedroom apartment. I never saw the master bedroom. Dad said it was a friend's apartment and the friend had agreed to let us use it on Sunday mornings. We kept that up until I came to college. For about six years, I never knew whose apartment we were using. One time the man was leaving. He was a short, very muscular guy with not much hair. I never saw him before that and I never saw him again. Dad and I used that apartment almost every Sunday for about six years" "Wow, that's an amazing story" I said. At this point Jeff was carefully washing Elliott's cock. As he rubbed it with the warm cloth, it started becoming erect. He looked up and smiled at me. I winked and told him not to stop. He was handling the man's cock very tenderly and he began to make stroking motions. I smiled and winked at him. "So did you and your dad experiment and do a lot of things?" I asked. "He was always kind of shy about some things" Jeff told me. "I wanted to look at his manhole one day but he wouldn't let me. I would put his hands on mine, trying to get him to finger me. He had it in his head that was nasty. I doubt my mother would ever have permitted anything even close to anal. Dad eventually told me she had loved sucking his dick when they were first married but seemed to lose interest after she had two kids. Her second episode of childbirth was very painful and dad said she was terrified at the thought of getting pregnant again. I think their sex life went downhill pretty fast after that. My dad had needs and he wasn't getting what he needed from mom. I think that's why he turned to me. I'm just glad he did." "So you guys never did anything anal at all?" I asked. "No," he said. "Nothing at all. I tried but he wouldn't go there. He'd suck my dick all day and he loved when I sucked him but he wouldn't do any anal at all." As we talked, I felt myself becoming very horny listening to this handsome ginger boy telling me about his own sex life with his father. Elliott had a full blown hard on now. When Jeff removed his hand to wet the cloth Elliott's dick started jumping. It surprised us both. "Do you think he can hear us talking about sucking dicks and stuff?" the boy asked me. "I have no idea," I said. "I know when I was out after my fall that when I woke up I had some odd memories. I thought it was dreams I was having but it could have been conversations people were having in the room with me. Rhett says we have no idea what people in a coma might hear but he feels intimacy could be a factor in recovery." "Do you think he'd like me stroking him?" he asked me. "I think he'd love a handsome, tall young ginger stroking his hard dick," I said. "As a matter of fact, I'm sure of it." Jeff carefully dried the man's crotch and squirted some of his lotion on his hands. He then squirted some on mine. I began to massage the man's nut sac as Jeff slowly and deliberately stroked his hard cock. We had the rails down on the bed and Jeff sat down beside him. I followed suit. I leaned in close to the man's ear. "Do you like Jeff stroking your beautiful cock, Elliott?" I asked him. "Does the boy's hand feel good to you? You need to wake up and see how handsome the boy is with his hand on you. You'd like him a lot." Jeff leaned in and began to whisper in his other ear. "I hope you like my hand on your hard cock," he said. "It feels good in my hand. I hope you'll shoot your hot load for us. I'd love to see you shoot. I've only ever seen my daddy shoot his load and I'd like to watch you. Your son is going to need you to teach him all the stuff daddy's need to teach their boys." "I saw that Elliott's respirations were getting faster. Jeff saw it too. I put my hand on his hairy tummy and we both quietly urged him to shoot his load for us. He began to unload spurt after spurt onto his hairy tummy. Jeff gently milked him dry. I heard Elliott moan twice as he began to shoot. It was the first sounds I had heard from him since he had been here. I looked at Jeff and we shared a smile. I then scooped up some of the pool of cum from Elliott's hairy tummy and fed it to Jeff. He took every drop. We shared the entire load and then Jeff took a warm cloth and cleaned up any sticky residual we might have left. He sat down in one of the chairs beside the bed. I sat beside him. He surprised me as he took my hand in his and put it on his crotch. I rubbed it and felt his big hardon. He smiled at me. "Can I take care of that for you?" I asked. "If you'd like to," he said. I unbuckled his pants and he helped me get them, along with his boxer briefs down to his ankles. It was a beautiful cut cock with a ginger bush above it. He was larger than usual, probably about seven inches and a little more. I didn't hesitate but hit my knees and swallowed that beautiful cock. I held my mouth on him and contracted my throat muscles. He moaned as I twitched the muscles on his hard cock head. "I'm not gonna last long, Rob," he whispered. "All that talk got me excited." I removed my mouth just long enough to tell him he didn't have to perform for me. I told him to just let it fly and get his nut. Then I went all the way back down on that beautiful dick and began to bob with long strokes, giving a lick to the frenulum on each upstroke. He was moaning quietly, attempting to be quiet. In no time, he put both his hands over mine on the arm of the chair and quietly told me he was there. His body went completely limp in the chair as he poured one of the biggest cumloads I had ever swallowed into my throat. I tried to pull back just enough to taste his cream but it was too painful so I kept my head still, his cock completely engulfed in my mouth. I stayed there until his breathing became even, then I gently pulled my mouth off his now softening cock. I opened my mouth as wide as it would go in order not to stimulate his now hyper-sensitive cock. He helped me back to my chair and he sat there, still with his pants around his ankles, seemingly unable to move. "That was phenomenal," he said. "Your mouth...I don't have words." "Thank you, Jeff," I said. "That was a special gift you gave me. I won't soon forget it." I helped him pull his pants up and tuck him in. He was looking presentable as he went into the bathroom to wash up a bit. When he finished I followed him. Then we sat quietly for a while. He looked over at me and smiled as he took one of my hands in his. "Your son is a lucky boy," he said. "Your dad is a lucky man," I said. "I am curious about one thing," I told him as we sat there just chatting quietly. "You said your dad was uncut but you're cut. I found that a little unusual." I explained to him about my coach and mentor and his son. Coach J. had never been able to get over the fact his son Brett had been cut without his knowing in advance. He had in many ways rejected his son because of that. "My dad was out of town when I was born. He couldn't make it home for several days and my mom signed the papers without knowing what it even was. She had no idea about such things. It never bothered my dad that I was different though. Sometimes he would take his foreskin and put my dick inside it. It always felt good and it was sexy but it was just never a big deal for us." Shortly afterward, we heard a knock at the door. I went to answer and it was Ron, the young nursing assistant. "Did you guys get him all taken care of?" the boy asked. "We sure did," I said. "And I heard him moan for the first time." "Any idea what caused him to moan?" Ron asked. "I sure do," I said. "I was playing with his balls and Jeff was jacking him off. He moaned when he started shooting his load." For an instant Jeff looked mortified that I had told this, but then he realized things were cool. We were still laughing when Barry, Matt, and Spence came in with food for Jeff and books to read to Elliott. They also brought some fresh flowers. "Any change in the patient?" Barry asked. "We did hear a short moan, but I'll let Jeff tell you guys about that," I said. "I have to get going. I have a meeting with a lawyer." After getting and giving hugs, I took off for Michael's office. He was in his outer office going over something with his assistant. He took me into his inner office. Cliff had not yet arrived. I apologized for my casual dress, telling him I had intended to get home and change but time had just not allowed. He said that was not a problem. He asked after me, Stewart and all our boys. I updated him on Stewart's status in Denver. I asked about Isaiah and his son as well as little Mikey. "We're all really well, Rob," he said. "I'm ready to begin looking for a house for all of us," he said. "I know it may seem strange to some people but I think it will work for us. You know the story behind Isaiah and his wife's coerced marriage. They very rarely have sex and she's indifferent to that. But she is an exceptional mother and she enjoys cooking and keeping a beautiful house. We're all crazy about Mikey and Pontius, their son. I think the five of us could be very happy as a family. The three of them actually moved in with Mikey and me a couple of weeks ago and we've never been happier. I don't want to give you more information than you want, but you know I was a straight guy till my wife left. Isaiah has invited me to sleep with his wife and I have a couple of times. We used condoms because we didn't want to trap ourselves into something we may not like. I really enjoyed it, although it isn't anything I care to have a steady diet of any more. I just think it's something that could work for us for a lifetime." "I couldn't be happier for you guys," I said. "I don't know Isaiah well yet, but I certainly hope to know him better. The concept of families is changing. We should do what works for us rather than relying on the old templates we were given." "We've even talked about possibly having a threesome if we decide to have another baby. That way we won't even know whether Isaiah or I might be the father. We are all three in agreement that might be something we want a little further down the road. Am I crazy?" "I think not," I said. "I think it's perfectly lovely. You know how strongly I feel about ditching all the old labels." At that point there was a tap on the door and David, the investigator Michael commonly used, joined us. After handing us both fresh, hot coffee, he said the cameras little Cliff had placed in his mother's home had yielded a goldmine of material. The cameras Cliff installed send video footage to a remote location which could be reviewed in real time. David said they already had enough to shut down Clifford's wife in record time. He said that he had caught her fucking Vaughn Swafford, the Point of the Cross Music Director as well as old Reverend Fee throwing her an unlubricated, apparently painful buttfucking. He said that she had even put out for Little Fee and they were joined by a girl who looked very much underage and junior, while not fucking either of the females, had directed them to do all sorts of thing."There's also something else..." he began but he was interrupted by a tapping on the door. It was Cliff, Clifford's son who was a senior in high school. Cliff had, despite objections from his father, moved back into his mother's home to plant cameras there. Cliff was accompanied by Deputy Willard. I stood to get hugs from Cliff and from the handsome Deputy. "Cliff called me this morning and asked for this meeting," Michael explained. "He asked that his dad not be notified, which is unusual, but I have full confidence in Cliff and I know he is not trying to pull some sort of trickery. It seems he has some concerns that he was simply not comfortable discussing in his dad's presence. I haven't had a chance to review any footage with David and I haven't yet spoken with Cliff so you guys are learning about his concerns just as I do." He turned to the boy. "Cliff," Michael began, "I want you to know that we think you are one of the bravest boys any of us have ever known. We know how nasty Fee and his gang can be yet you were willing to put yourself on the line for your father and your brothers. None of us take that lightly. Cliff, I want you to know that Rob, David, Isaiah and I will do everything in our power to protect you in every way and to keep any concerns you have confidential. Now, son, what did you want to talk about?" Cliff cleared his throat several times. I could tell this was difficult for the boy. Without prompting deputy Isaiah left and immediately returned with a soda for the boy. Cliff thanked him and tried again. "I think all of you know how much I love my dad." With that, he looked at me and smiled a tight little smile as we both remembered how he had given his dad his cherry with me joining them. I knew the boy adored his father. "I'm afraid my dad is going to hate me," the boy said softly. I could see he was about to cry so I took his arm and pulled him over onto my knee. I kissed his cheek and he put his arms around my neck. He began to sob. We gave him time to cry it out and time to settle down. He attempted to apologize but we weren't having it. "I don't know how to begin," he said. "Cliff, buddy," I said. "Just begin at the beginning. Tell us what happened. Do it in your own words. Don't worry about using polite words or anything else. You know we're all your friends and your dad's friends. There's nothing you can say in this room that will make anyone think less of you." "That may be true of all of you but I'm not so sure about my dad," the boy said. "This morning I was awakened by mom and a man arguing. As it went on I realized it was Reverend Fee. It was about four in the morning. It was still dark outside. I could barely hear them until they got into the hallway outside my bedroom door. I wasn't sure what the argument was about until I heard Reverend Fee use the term `that sneaky little bastard'. I began to realize they were arguing about me and my mother's decision to let me move back in. The reverend was convinced I was there to spy for my dad. He kept telling her there was only one way to make sure I was there on my own. Then he told her what he wanted." The boy sent silent. I was getting a really creepy feeling as I began to figure it out. "Go ahead, kiddo," I said. "You know you can tell us anything." "Well," the boy continued, "I could tell my mom had been trying to argue with him. But the reverend went into a sermon about how women should submit to their husbands. He kept telling mom he is her biblical husband and insisting she had to obey him. I could tell he was wearing her down because she kept getting quieter and quieter. Then the door to my room burst open and it was the reverend pushing my mom into my room and on my bed on top of me. She was naked and I was embarrassed. I think she was too, but she wasn't saying anything. Fee told her she was going to fuck me to prove I wasn't a spy. Mom put up some resistance but it was clear he was going to have his way. I kept telling both of them it was wrong for a boy to do that with his mother but Fee said we both would do exactly as he said. Apparently that woke up his son who came into my room with a young girl I've seen at school but didn't know. The girl was naked but Chase had pajama shorts on. He started yelling at my mom to do what his dad told her too. The son came over and took my pajama pants off. I didn't have on underwear and was naked, Then Chase shoved the girl on my bed with mom and me and told her to start sucking my dick to get it hard. She didn't give him an argument. I was really embarrassed that my own mother would see some girl sucking my dick, but I got hard because it felt good. Mother settled down and started watching us and Chase saw her watching. He told mom to start fingering her puss. She did what he said without saying a word. She was watching this strange girl suck me off. Chase was playing with his dick through his pants but he didn't take it out. He kept telling the girls to do nasty things like lick my balls and tongue my ass. It felt great and I was just trying shoot my load and get it over with." I hugged the boy a little tighter. I could tell the boy was hard and so was every other man in the room. We were all embarrassed and avoiding one another's eyes due to our own embarrassment. "I started masturbating, hoping I could get my load and everything would be done. The reverend saw me and slapped my hand away from my cock. He told me to stop and started some scripture about not spilling my seed on the ground. He told Chase to make the girl get off my dick. Chase grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off my dick and threw her on the floor. Chase told his dad the only way they could know I wasn't there to spy was if I'd fuck my own mother. They wanted me to fuck my own mother. The reverend told her to get up on the bed beside me and start fingering herself. She got on the bed but she didn't start fingering her cunny till Chase slapped her and made her spread her legs. Then she jabbed a finger into herself. I was embarrassed but she seemed to getting excited. She started looking me right in the eye as she started breathing real fast. It looked like she was close to cumming. She had a finger inside herself and her thumb rubbing that spot just above her hole. Then reverend told her she was going to let me fuck her. I didn't want it. I didn't want any part of it, but I didn't feel like I had a choice. I thought about running, but I knew I couldn't get away from Chase even if I could get away from the old man. It was clear the boy wanted to be entertained. He jerked me up off the bed and made mom lie on her back right in the center of the bed. He made her finger herself for a while and he reached over and started beating my meat for me. His dad told him to stop that because it was nasty. The old man thought his son touching my cock was nasty while he was ordering me to fuck my own mother. How crazy is that? Anyway, Chase picked me up by my hair and threw me on top of mom. He made me start kissing her. I didn't want to but she seemed to like it and started sticking her tongue in my mouth. At one point she bit me and I tasted blood. Chase took my left hand and put it at mom's puss. He got my finger and started poking it in her. I had never even touched a girl down there. It felt good so I started fingering her. She seemed to like it and started calling me `Cliffy' and telling me to finger her faster. Chase was laughing talking about what a slut she was to want her own son to finger her cunt. I lost track of time for a while. She felt wet and warm and it felt good to hear her moan as I touched her. Then I felt a hand jacking my dick and guiding it toward mom's puss. It was Chase. I was really surprised because his dad had told him earlier he shouldn't touch me down there. But this time his dad stayed silent. He looked like he was enjoying the show. I looked around and he had his hard dick out. I could see it. It looked kind of deformed and like it had spots on it. It was big but it was like really ugly. He grabbed the young girl who came in with Chase and forced the girl to suck his dick. Then Chase led my dick right up to my mom's cunny and slid me into her. She started moaning about how good it felt. She started telling me to fuck her. It did feel good but I didn't want it. It was the last thing I wanted. I knew my dad had really loved her and he wouldn't want his own son fucking her. But once I was inside her, it felt really good and I started pumping. She dug her nails into my back. I was bleeding when it was over. I guess I fucked her for several minutes and she started moaning and yelling really loud. It was kind of scary like she wasn't herself at all. I'm pretty sure she had a climax. She was panting and telling me to pound her harder. I did and then I shot my load. Inside my own mother. Then reverend fee grabbed my neck and made me clean her up with my tongue. His son just laughed like it was the funniest thing he'd ever seen. After I finished cleaning her up, Chased leaned down and stuck his thumb in mom's vagina and two fingers in her butthole. He said you can pick up a woman like you pick up a sixpack of beer. He lifted her pelvis off the bed like that but she started screaming and he dropped her back on the bed. `They may scream a lot, but you can do anything you want if you just grab `em by the pussy, boy' is what he said. When I realized what I had done I began to feel awful." "When that was done, the reverend made Chase go into the bathroom and fill the tub with water. It's one of those large bathrooms with a garden tub with jets. He made junior fill the tub, then the reverend stripped naked. He made mom get in the tub on her knees. Her head was barely above water and Fee got in and squatted in front of her. He grabbed her hair and forced her down on his cock. She was choking and then he pulled it out and just shoved her head under the water. I got really afraid that he was going to drown her right in front of me but then he'd pull her head up. She was spitting and sputtering, but Fee just shoved his cock back in her mouth. He did the same thing, pulling his dick out of her mouth and dunking her. After the third or fourth time, she was begging him to stop, but he and his son were just laughing and enjoying it. I really was afraid he might drown her. I felt awful because I couldn't do anything to help her. I jumped forward one time, but junior slammed me against the wall and got me by my nut sac. I couldn't move. I felt so helpless." "Son," I said," it's all right. You did nothing wrong. You did the only thing you could have done. Nobody could possibly blame you." "Look," he said as he stood and pulled off his shirt. "There are nail marks on my back where I was bleeding from her fingernails. They're on my butt too." The boy dropped his pants and showed us the deep scratches on his buttocks. He also revealed a bruise on his side where young Fee had slammed him into the wall. I couldn't help noticing his cock was almost fully hard. He noticed that suddenly too. "Sorry, guys," he said. "Cliffy," I said, there's nothing for you to apologize for. You were forced into a sexual position last night and you responded exactly as any other male on this planet would have. We all know how good it feels to have our cocks inside a woman. And when you were telling us about it, as awful an experience as it was, we were all hard listening to you." I put his hand on my crotch to let him feel my hard cock. The other guys stood up to show him their tents. Michael even came out from behind his desk to show Cliff he was hard. "Kiddo," I said. "You did exactly what you had to do to survive and to help out your dad and your brothers. None of us will ever judge you for that except to judge you as a hero." "Everything this boy just told you is true," David the investigator said. He held up a CD. "It's all on this video, right down to the bloody claw marks. What the boy doesn't know is that after all this, Chase locked the girl in a bedroom and called the music director, the honorable Vonnie Swafford over and made him suck him off. We suspect little Fee has been using Vonnie ever since the boy was in high school. He's the only person we've ever caught the young Fee actually doing anything with. Chase lets Vonnie suck his dick. Nothing more, nothing less. There was one incident when Vonnie was sucking Chase's dick. The man kept edging the boy's pants down until he got them to his knees. Vonnie started to touch Chase's hole and Chase got furious. He grabbed the man's hand. It looked like the boy might break his arm. He warned Vonnie that his hole was a `one way street' and threatened to beat the shit out of him if he ever tried to touch his boyhole again." "I think it's time to call Becky Holliman," Michael said. After checking his rolodex, he dialed Cliff's mother's cell phone number, which had previously been provided by Clifford. When the woman answered, Michael hit the speaker phone button. We heard him identify himself as her husband's attorney. He asked her if she was rerepresented by counsel in the divorce action her husband had filed. She said she had not officially retained counsel but she was being advised. Michael asked her to come into his office for a meeting. She said she would reach her adviser and get back to him. We all got fresh cups of coffee and a bottle of water for Cliff. The boy seemed to have calmed down now but he was still sitting on my lap. I didn't mind that at all as I was crazy about this kid I had originally met at a birthday party for my younger son when I hired the boy as a clown. From time to time he would twist around and just give me a hug. I think he was realizing that we were all on his side. As we waited for a return call, Cliff begged Michael to keep the fact he had fucked his own mother from his dad. He was frightened his dad would blame him and feel that Cliff may have wanted this to happen. Michael assured the boy he would do everything he could to shield the information from his father. The phone rang and it was Reverend Fee. He advised Michael, with the conversation on speaker as before, that he was advising Mrs. Holliman in the divorce action against her godless heathen of a husband. Michael calmly asked the reverend to refrain from disparaging remarks about his clients and Fee started yelling, screaming about how badly he had been treated in Michael's office and stating he would never allow any of his flock to set foot in there. Michael simply asked Fee if he was an attorney. He replied he was not, as we all knew. Michael said he would immediately file for a judgment against Becky Holliman for divorce with all the marital property to be awarded to the husband. Fee began to back down at that point. I strongly felt Fee didn't have another woman on the line as his backup plan and was counting heavily on this woman being his meal ticket. Michael pulled a little bluff of his own and told Fee he felt certain he could get a judgment against Mrs. Holliman immediately which would put her out of the family home and immediately cease her generous income. Fee told him to fuck off and that he would be hearing from Becky's attorney within the hour. We all decided to wait. About twenty minutes later, a call was received from Lee Ridley, an attorney who had represented Kurt's wife in their divorce. He was a very young and green attorney who was a member of Fee's flock. On the previous session in this very office, I had called him out for participating in the jerkoff sessions at Boyd's Farm machinery Dealership. The young, married Christian Attorney had promptly turned green and vomited all over his shirt and tie. Apparently he was still available for Fee. He said he had just been retained as legal counsel for Mrs. Holliman but that he had no intention of attending any meeting in Michael's office. The attorney said he would meet with his client later today to review the facts of the case and he could be in touch on Monday to determine a suitable neutral meeting place to discuss the terms of a divorce. Sounding very self-satisfied, he signed off with an assurance he would call on Monday. "It's obvious they won't be coming back here for any meetings," Michael said. "They're vile and they're stupid, but they're not fools. We have to figure out another way. David and I were afraid this might happen. They got their asses handed to them on Shirley Boyd and Paula Peterson right here in this office. We need another way and I think we may be able to do it. Cliff, son, is there any way you can stay in that house until Sunday morning?" "Of course I can, if it's for my dad and my brothers," he said. "I really don't think that's a great idea," I said. "I think it's a dangerous place. Little Fee has certainly demonstrated a propensity for violence. I believe the old man is capable of pretty much anything." "I know that, as a father, it's very scary," Isaiah spoke up. If it makes anyone feel better, I have found a parking spot in the alley behind the home. I will be in that spot in an unmarked vehicle every moment Cliff is in that home. Every minute. I am monitoring the audio and if anything happens, I can be in that house in under twelve seconds with my gun drawn, if necessary." "I just don't think it's a good idea," I said. "As a father, I can't imagine putting my son at risk." "Mr. Rob," Cliff said quietly, "I think they're right that I need to stay there. If I disappear now, nothing has been accomplished. They'll pretty much know I was planted there to spy. If I have any say in this, I say I stay. Besides, it's a game night tonight. I know Chase and his dad are going to attend the football game, so they'll barely be at the house tonight at all. I heard them say Saturday is always spent at the church finishing up videos and getting video and audio prepared for the Sunday service. They'll barely be there. It's worth the risk. If Isaiah's there for me, I'll feel safe." "If this is something Cliff wants, I don't believe that we should stand in the way. I too trust Isaiah. I just know I won't draw an easy breath until Cliff is home with his dad and his brothers. "David has managed to get two of his guys on the AV team at Point of the Cross," Michael said. "It's a jackleg operation and the amateurs running things know so little, they're easily intimidated. POC uses the sheriff's Department for crowd and traffic control. Isaiah says he has a couple of guys who do the gig strictly to earn money and have no ideological ties to Fee. As a matter of fact, he's regarded around the office as a joke. A bad joke. We just need to finesse our little plan. "It just so happens, Reverend Fee's birthday is on this Sunday," David said. "Shall we give him a birthday surprise?"