Date: Thu, 8 Mar 2018 21:37:14 -0500 From: tagenhard@aol.com Subject: Random Tails / Just like Me Please donate to Nifty to keep this site running for all our fun. This is of course all fantasy and such real life conduct is not condoned Or encouraged. We all live two great lives. One in reality and one in our minds. Just Like Me by tagenhard@aol.com "And don't you dare slam that door." I yelled But he did anyway. The door to his bedroom banged against the frame. "Dam it Marie if he doesn't stop mouthing off to me I swear I will knock him upside the head so hard it will spin on his shoulders." I said in a hard steamed voice. "Now dear." Marie my wife put her hands on mine. "You know you will do no such thing. Something is bothering him. We just need to figure it out." She sighed. "We have both tried to talk to him for four weeks now and it only seems to be getting worse." I returned frustrated. "I talked to his best friend Bert and he said he didn't know anything was wrong. He said Kyle hasn't said anything to him. The doctor gave him a physical and everything was fine there. The priest also said Kyle is very bright and excited when he talks to him at church but acts like nothing is wrong when he asks him about you." My wife sat back in her chair and took a drink from her coffee cup. "I say we just lock him in his room till he turns 18 and then kick him out." I looked out the window and wished I was anywhere else. Marie chuckled. "I don't think that will work either." We sat in silence. "You know." Marie said slowly. I knew what she was going to say. "No I am not taking my son and me to some fucking head quack." "He is a psychologist. They help a lot of people and we can afford him. He's our age so it's not like you're going to be sitting with some old fart in a cardigan smoking a pipe." I groaned. "He is well liked even if he is newly practicing and he specializes in family and child psychology. Especially father son dynamics." I groaned some more. "He will just want to tell me that both Kyle and I are fucked up in the head and that we will need many, many sessions. "Just one session is all I ask. What can it hurt?" She looked at me with those big eyes of hers. "Do that or I cut you off in the bedroom sweetie." And there it was, her go to tactic. I rolled my eyes. "Fine just one session." "I knew you would see it my way. You have a 3 o'clock appointment for today. Bitch trapped me. The drive to the doc's office was in total silence. My son just stared out the window. We walked into the office to find a small but plush waiting room. Soft music playing and you could smell some kind of aroma therapy smell in the air. A inside door opened and a young man that looked to be about 16 or so smiled at us and stepped into the room. He obviously noticed my questioning expression. "I'm Doctor Porter's brother. I help out in the office when I don't have school." "Oh." I said, well that did answer my question. "Nice to meet you, we have an appointment." "Yes of course, Mr. Ron Jackson and this must be Kyle. Hi Kyle, I'm Timmy." The teenager stuck out his hand for a shake and Kyle took it and they shook. "You and I are gonna play in the play room while your dad talks to the Doctor." He smiled warmly at Kyle and my son smiled back. "Let's go this way ok." "Ah don't I have to fill out some forms or something?" I wondered "Your wife has all of that taken care of. Now follow me please." He held his hand out to Kyle who took it and led us thru the door into a hallway. A good looking guy that I would say was my age, 30, was standing there with a bright smile on his face. He was wearing a loose fitting t-shirt and sweat pants. This must be the doc's last appointment I figured and was waiting for us to pass so he could leave. Timmy walked us up to him and then stopped. "Hi I'm Jeff. Jeff Porter." He extended his hand to me and we shook. "Hi nice to meet you." I returned automatically. Then Doc Porter turned his attention to Kyle. He dropped down to his knees in front of my kid. "Hi Kyle how are you?" "Good." Kyle replied. "Would you be willing to go with my brother Timmy into the playroom and play with him? Otherwise he gets bored." The Doc smiled. Kyle giggled like only a 9 year old boy could. "Sure." Kyle answered short and sweet. "Thank you. When he gets bored he acts like a snot nose and bugs me all the time. Does your little brother Sam do that?" Kyle rolled his eyes big time. "He sure does." Doc laughed. Timmy held out his hand to Kyle and Kyle took it. They went to the first door on the right and disappeared behind it. Doc stood back up. "And this way for us." He walked down the hall and I followed. Opening the second door on the right he motioned for me to enter. "When working with kids, they respond better if your dressed casual rather than in some stuffy suit." "Huh. I responded as I stepped into the room. "How I'm dressed. When you first saw me you made a mental evaluation of who I might be. Then the surprise showed on your face when you found out I was the Doc." The Doc explained. "Oh, okay I can see that." I admitted. I looked around the room and it was very masculine. Dark wood walls with leather chairs and plush carpet. I did notice that one wall was covered in a curtain. "Males generally respond better and feel more comfortable in this environment. Not always but more often than not. Across the hall I have another office that is all pastels and bright for females." The Doc explained without me asking. Then he opened the curtain and we could see into the room where Timmy and Kyle went. It was full of toys that boys from 2 to 18 would find interesting. "Is there a little girl version of the play room across the hall?" I asked. "Yes there is." Doc replied simply. Timmy sat down cross legged on the floor as Kyle looked around the room. "So your wife tells me that Kyle has become hostile towards you." And here it starts I realized. The doc says something that is and isn't a question and lets it hang out there for you to respond to. I figured I agreed to one appointment so I might as well follow through on it. "It seemed to me everything was great. We were getting along fine and would play ball, he would sit in my lap when watching a movie or cuddle alongside. He would have me read him stories, then bam one day it's like he became a teenager overnight and didn't want me to touch him, or play with him." "Obviously you don't have any idea what triggered this. If you did you won't need to be here to figure it out. Can you pinpoint anyone specific day or night when it happened?" Doc asked. I watched my kid thru the two way mirror as I thought about it. I saw Kyle pick up a book and then kneel down next to Timmy. Kyle handed it to Timmy who opened it and appeared to start to read it to him. Somehow that triggered a memory. "Yes I do." I started hesitantly. "It was a Saturday about four or five weeks ago. He got up that morning and was just a little shit." I supposed Doc was judging me for using that word. "What about the night before, was there anything out of the ordinary?" Doc asked as we both just watched Kyle and Timmy. "No not really. A typical night. We had dinner and after watched some TV. Kyle crawled onto my lap and I read him a story till bedtime." "What was the story?" Kyle crawled onto Timmy's lap and Timmy let him, He put his arms around my son and continued to read. It was like that between me and Kyle before this change happened. "It was Johnny at the beach." I remembered. "I think I have that one." Doc said stepping away for a moment and then returned to my side. "Is this the one?" He handed it to me and I paged thru it. "Yep this same one." Doc took it back and paged thru slowly. "This seems harmless enough, just a story line about Johnny and his friends playing on the beach and splashing in the water. Finding sea shells and making sand castles. Pictures on each page to go with the story line showing five little boys in their little swim suits and doing all the things described. Oh this one is funny, Johnny has lost his swimsuit in a big wave and they show him from the backside with his little ass exposed. You can see the suit floating on the water over there." Oh, a memory popped into my head but I decided not to share it. Kyle was leaning back against Timmy's chest as Timmy read. Just like he used to love to do with me. "Do you remember anything strange happening while you read this book or right after before he went to bed?" I hesitated. Was he reading into that hesitation? "No." I finally said but left it at that. "How are things with Sam? Any changes with his behavior?" "No everything is the same there. He's not acting any different." I replied. "And Sam is how old?" Doc asked. "Seven, a very precious seven." I'm not sure why I said it that way. "Ok, well I'm going to go talk with Kyle now. You can watch us and listen to the conversation." Doc reached over and flicked a switch. Suddenly the room was filled with Timmy's voice reading none other than Johnny at the beach. "Well wish me luck." Doc said as he walked away. He stopped at the door. "Are you sure there is nothing that you remember about that night that might have changed his behavior?" I couldn't look at him but instead watched my son through the glass. "I'm sure" I lied. The office door opened and closed behind him. A few moments later he entered the playroom carrying a glass of pale yellow liquid. With the sound system now turned on I could hear everything. "Hi guys, is it ok if I join you?" Doc said with a smile Kyle looked his way with a little uncertainty on his face. "Sure we were just reading a book. It's ok if my brother joins us right bud?" Timmy responded. "I brought you some lemonade. A little mouse told me you love lemonade." Doc stepped over to them. "My mommy told you that didn't she?" Kyle giggled. "Ah you got me there, you are too smart for me to trick." Doc laughed and handed the glass to Kyle. I noticed it was only half full, I figured to lessen the chance of Kyle spilling it. He took a small sip then smiled. "This is good." "Thank you I made it special just for you." Doc responded as he sat down on the floor next to Kyle and Timmy. He sat right up alongside them so the three were practically one mass. "I see your reading Johnny at the beach. I like that book, our daddy use to read it to us when we were little boys like you." Doc ruffled Kyle's hair. "Why don't you drink your lemonade as Timmy keeps reading?" Kyle settled back again against Timmy's chest and sipped at the glass. Timmy started to read again. "See Johnny and his friends build a sand castle, they are scooping the sand with their little buckets and piling it up." "Look there," Doc said as he lifted a hand and pointed to the page in the book. "It shows them with their little shovels and buckets. It sure looks like they are having fun. In the sun in just their little swim suits." Doc withdrew his hand but let it settle onto Kyle's knee. "They built their castle three buckets high." Timmy continued and turned the page. "Look at how high they built the castle. You can see them standing next to it and it is as tall as their legs." I knew this story and could picture the drawing in my head. Little Johnny was standing next to the castle with his four friends. They were all smiling, bare chested, holding buckets in their hands, with the ocean water behind them. Timmy turned the page. "Oh no Johnny the ocean wants its sand back." "The waves are washing the castle away." Kyle laughed. Timmy turned the page again. "Oh no look out Johnny?" "That's a big wave headed for Johnny isn't it?" Doc exclaimed. "I hope he will be okay. I noticed that the hand Doc had on Kyle's knee was now rubbing his leg a little. "Johnny is in the wave." Timmy said after turning the page and putting some alarm in his voice. I knew the next page, I knew it by heart. The illustrator for this child's book must have been a boy pedo. He drew very intricate detail into the whole picture but he also made the boys look alive. He gave them bulges in their swimsuits. Small and appropriate in size but you knew it was a boy. The chests on the different boys had varying degrees of again age appropriate muscle tone and nipples. Instead of leaving the chest blank he gave them nipples just like in real life. Some had small dots, another darker larger round ones. The main character Johnny had puffy boy nipples that stuck out just enough that you could imagine clamping them between your fingers and hearing him moan in pleasure as you rolled them around or squeezed. Timmy turned the page. "Oh no Johnny you lost your swim suit." Timmy read laughing. Kyle giggled and Doc just smiled. The detail of Johnny's little boy bum in the drawing made it almost jump off the page. I pictured in my mind the round firm looking, tanned little boy globes. A well-defined valley between, that you knew hid his treasure spot. I grew hard in my pants just thinking about it. Just like I did that night that I read the book to Kyle as he sat in my lap. "Everyone on the beach can see Johnny's butt." Kyle laughed. "That's true." Doc spoke up "But at least it's a cute butt." I saw Doc raise his hand and move it to the book. I couldn't see what his hand was doing from here but I imagined he was tracing his finger along the outline of the Johnny's little bubble butt. "I think anyone on the beach probably likes seeing his butt." "Especially the men." Kyle stated with a little grin. "You know you're right, I bet there are a lot of men that would like to see Johnny's cute little butt." Doc said and he rubbed Kyle's upper leg. Kyle smiled with a dreamy smile on his face. He seemed to becoming very comfortable in the hands of Timmy and Doc. I saw Doc look at me. Well at the mirror where he knew I was on the other side. He cocked his head a little then seemed to get an idea. "I bet even his dad liked to see his cute little butt." Doc said it softly but the microphones were able to pick it up. Kyle looked to doc. "If his daddy loves him he probably does." "Does your daddy like to look at your cute little butt?" Doc asked. I saw a sad look come across my son's face as he paused to answer the Doc. Then almost too soft for me to hear from the microphones. "Daddy doesn't love me anymore." Timmy pulled him in close to his chest to comfort him. My son thinks I don't love him because of what I did, it hit me in the gut hard. Maybe I should just run. If I sneaked out of the office now and started to drive I could be pretty far away before they even knew. But I didn't run. I put my hand on the glass wanting to hold my son and say I'm sorry. Instead Doc put his hand on the side of Kyle's face. "I'm really sorry to hear that." They all just sat there in silence holding Kyle and comforting him. Well at least Doc found out why he was acting the way he has been. He thinks I don't love him anymore. The danger now is if Doc finds out why. I got visions in my mind of the police coming with their lights flashing, me being hauled out in hand cuffs. With great warmth and comfort in his voice. "I wonder what happened that he stopped loving you." Kyle sniffled "I did it wrong." "What did you do wrong Kyle?" Doc asked "I, I, didn't do it right so he didn't want to love me. He walked away from me." Then he started to cry. Doc took him from Timmy and held him in his arms. "It's okay to cry, we'll figure this out." Now I was confused. He thought I didn't love him not because of what I did but because of something he did? Doc let him cry till he seemed to run out of tears. He set him upright in his lap and wiped his face with tissue that Timmy had gotten up for and given him. Doc cradled my son in his arms on his lap and Timmy stood in front of them. "Can you tell me what you did wrong?" Doc coaxed. Kyle stammered his first few words but then became understandable. "Daddy was reading Johnny goes to the beach to me and when done he carried me to bed and set me down on the edge of the bed." Kyle twisted his little face like he wasn't sure how to proceed. Kyle was right so far. I did read to him and then carry him to bed. And now he was about to tell it all. "Can you tell me more?" Doc asked gently. Kyle sniffled again. "I don't know the words." "Well would you be able to show us? We can make believe Timmy is your dad and he just set you down on the bed. Would that work?" "I can show you, on Timmy really?" That seemed to perk Kyle up a bit. "Yes if that is what you need to do so we can understand." Kyle didn't say anything. He pulled his shirt off and then looked up to Timmy. Kyle reached his little hand out and rubbed it across the front of Timmy's pants. Just like he did to me. I thought that Timmy would jump back but he didn't. He stood still and held his breath just like I did. Kyle rubbed his little hand slowly up and down the front and you could see a hard lump forming. Timmy smiled down at Kyle. I remember how I smiled down at him as he rubbed his hand across my pants where I was growing a hard on. Kyle nimbly reached out and unbuckled Timmy's belt and slid it open, just like he did to me. Then he snapped the button and pulled down the zipper spreading open the pants. Timmy stood still and didn't say a word just like I did that night. Putting his small fingers directly on the exposed underwear he rubbed some more against the hard lump. Timmy sighed. I remembered that when I sighed I was afraid I would wake up the wife. Timmy helped out and pushed his pants down so they fell to his ankles just like I did. I noticed Doc was gently stroking Kyle's back. The difference here is that I was wearing boxers. Timmy is wearing a red jockstrap. I'm pretty sure he looks a lot hotter than I did. Kyle leaned forward and rubbed his face across the mound of the jockstrap just as he had rubbed his face against the front of my boxers. So far he was doing everything he had done to me. Hooking his fingers into the band of Timmy's jock strap Kyle pulled down slowly being careful not to hook onto the hard cock underneath. He had showed me the same consideration. I was holding my breath I realized, wondering if he would keep going. And if he did would the Doc stop him. Kyle leaned forward and licked his tongue across Timmy's swollen teen cock head. Timmy moaned. I remembered trying not to but I had moaned out loud also as my son's tongue touched my cock. The Doc didn't try to stop him but just kept rubbing his back softly. Kyle swallowed about four inches of Timmy's hard cock into his mouth. I saw Timmy's body shudder. I shuddered now at the sight of my son taking another guys cock into his mouth. I had also shuddered that Friday night when he swallowed 4 of my 8 inches into him. I remember clearly looking down and watching my son take my hard throbbing cock into his little mouth and sucking. As he sucked, Kyle reached over and took Timmy's right hand and placed it behind his head. He was showing what I had done. I had placed my right hand behind his little head that night and ran my fingers thru his hair. Timmy somehow instinctively did the same as I had done and he ran his fingers thru Kyle's hair. Kyle sucked and bobbed his head up and down on Timmy's cock just like he did to me. Only I didn't have an audience. I realized I had pulled my hard cock out of my pants and jerked slowly, as I watched thru the two way mirror, my son suck this teen's cock. Timmy started to softly encourage Kyle. "You are doing so great at this. I love you sucking my cock, you look so cute with your mouth full of a man's cock." It was almost as if Timmy had been there that night. He was repeating the same things I said except I think I threw the word daddy in there somewhere. Timmy was really getting into it now and thrusting himself into my son's mouth as he held Kyle's head steady. Just like I did. And just like I did that night, I saw Timmy's body quiver and knew he was going to cum. Kyle pulled off of Timmy's cock just as it exploded and the cum sprayed his face as he looked up at Timmy with a smile. I'll never forget that smile on my son's face as I shot my load out on to it. Him licking his lips and making a yum sound. The white goblets dripping from his nose and cheeks. In his hair and some landed on his ear. His eyes sparkled at me with happiness in that moment. I realized he seduced me. Of course I could have stopped it but I really didn't want to. I smiled at the memory just played out in front of me. "I think you did that perfectly Kyle. Why do you think you did it wrong?" Doc asked "Because he won't fuck me, He just walked away from me." It looked like he was about to cry again. "I would have fucked you." Timmy said smiling down at my son whose face was covered in his teenage spunk. It was true, I just walked away from him. Even though I had just dropped a load, the sight of my son with my warm cum dripping from his face still had my engines running. I had only gotten half soft and then it rose again. It was so hot. Kyle with his face splattered in my cum, laid down onto his back and pulled up his legs. "Fuck me daddy" he begged with his pink little rose bud winking at me. I wanted to, I needed to but something stopped me. I don't know if it was guilt or the realization that I had been wanting this for so long. But I couldn't Just as Kyle was demonstrating to Timmy and Doc and laying on his back with his legs pulled up right now, he had done that to me. But instead I just walked away without saying a word. That's why he thinks I don't love him. Not because I let him suck me off but because I didn't fuck him like he wanted. He wanted to be fucked and I admit right now that I realize I handled that wrong. I should have fucked him or I should have talked to him. But just like Timmy is doing I walked away, wait Timmy isn't walking away. Oh my god Timmy has the tip of his cock against my son's asshole. He is sliding his cock into my 9 year old son and my son is loving it. "Aw fuck that feels great, give me that hard cock in my boy pussy." Jeez my kid was swearing and moaning like a whore at the navy docks. This was fucking hot to watch. I pulled my pants down freeing my throbbing meat and I lean up against the glass with my left hand and with the right I jerked off. Timmy had his 6 inches into my son's upturned ass and was fucking him. Doc stood up and peeled off his shirt. "Shit Doc what a stud." I said out loud even though there was no one in the room to hear me. Then he took down his sweat pants. He has been going commando. He was rock hard and I was glad to see I had about an inch on him. He picked Kyle up and set him back down so he was on his hands and knees. Timmy sunk right back into his backside and Doc shoved his cock in front of my kid's face. Kyle gladly sucked it into his mouth. I had to go in there, I stripped down and went into the next room. Doc gave me a wink as I entered the room. I dropped down by my son's side and rubbed his back as these two brothers banged their cocks into him from both ends. "I love you so much son. I'm sorry I didn't fuck you, but daddy was afraid." It seemed weird to be apologizing to my 9 year old son as he got fucked like a whore but I needed to do it now. "I will fuck you anytime you want. I love you more than anything. You are doing so great. You look so sexy with men's cocks in both ends of you." I continued to encourage Kyle as he took the fuckings. I'd ask him if he was alright and he would give me a thumbs up signal. I was jerking as I watched my son and I was filled with pride in some funny way. Timmy moaned loudly and you could tell he was dropping a load into my son's ass. Doc was triggered by that and shoot two jets into my son's mouth, then pulled out and sprayed my son's face with three more. I was so turned on I needed to shoot and sprayed his face right along with the Doc. Timmy pulled out with an audible pop and rested back onto his haunches breathing heavily. Doc sat down on the floor and Kyle leaned forward licking up the last little bubbles of cum that percolated up to his piss slit. Kyle my son. My 9 year old son, with cum dripping from his face turned and looked at me with a smile. "Fuck me daddy please." I pulled my son to me. "Please give me 5 minutes to recharge." "Okay." He returned and snuggled into me. "Ah I'm sorry but your session is over time is up." Doc said. I looked at him but then he started to laugh. "Sorry, just couldn't resist that. Well I think we solved the problem didn't we?" "Yes Doc I have to admit your good." "I was thinking that maybe we should schedule at least one more session just to make sure everything is good." "You know I think you might be right Doc. Maybe even more than one." I suggested. Doc smiled. "Well Timmy and I will go clean up and let you two have your fun in private." I laughed. "I know dam well you'll be watching from the next room." As Doc was closing the door he stopped and looked back at us. "Maybe you should consider bring Sam for counseling." Then he left. Dam I thought that just might be a great idea. But for now it was time for me to fuck my son.