Date: Sun, 21 Sep 2003 14:47:11 -0700
From: auto92012@hush.com
Subject: Recovered Memories, part 3

"Recovered Memories"
Part 3
(M/M, M/b, incest, nc, anal)

Since I started posting "Recovered Memories" I've been pleasantly surprised
by all the smart, thoughtful people who have written me. Thanks to everyone
for all the support and the great conversation.

A word of caution: The parenting techniques and workplace interactions
depicted here in part 3 would not be appropriate in real life. Real humans
are much more valuable and fragile than fictional characters.

Now the standard intro and disclaimers:

I wrote this partly to work out my own personal issues and partly, of
course, to get off.

This story follows a young guy who starts to remember that his dad had
sex with him at an early age, and he must decide how to deal with it.
Should he identify himself as a victim or take a different approach?
Should he look on it as a good thing or a bad thing? Should he confront
his dad? What should he do when he starts his own family? You'll find
answers to these questions and many more in upcoming chapters.

This story is completely fictional. No humans were harmed.

Have you experienced a sexual relationship with your father or son? If
so, please drop me a line at auto92012@hush.com. Send any questions or
constructive comments about the story too, since I hate writing in a
vacuum.

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RECOVERED MEMORIES - Part 3

Sean couldn't sleep after his exam with Dr. Chandra, so he got up early
and arrived at work shortly after 7:00 a.m. As he walked down the hallway
he continued obsessing over the exam. His friend Dr. Chandra, the man
who had cared for him since he was a toddler, fucked him over and over
with a cock *and* a fist! And it gave him his first erection and orgasm
in weeks! What was wrong with him? He was heterosexual! He had a fiancee!

After Dr. Chandra first worked his hand into Sean's ass, the normally
gentle doctor had been a man possessed. Ignoring Sean's discomfort, Dr.
Chandra had fucked his young patient for hours with his thick uncut eight
inches. It was nearly midnight when the doctor finally shot his final
load and allowed Sean to get dressed and go home.

After those long hours of brutal fucking, Sean's ass should have been
a gaping, bleeding mess. Yet it wasn't. It was certainly raw and stretched
and sore, but Sean saw no bleeding and felt only minor aches and pains.
He remembered what Dr. Chandra had said earlier in the exam, that Sean's
extreme flexibility was a good indication that the young man had been
fucked very early in life. Despite the shock of being virtually raped
by his trusted doctor friend, the experience helped him make a little
more sense of the disjointed memories from his childhood. *I really must've
been sexually abused as a kid*, he thought. *But who did it? What did
they do? And when?*

Mind still whirling, Sean didn't really notice his slightly bowlegged
gait and occasional wincing. His supervisor, who always came to work
early, did. He called as the young man limped by his doorway.

"Sean! Is everything okay?"

"Oh hi, Mr. Margolis," he said, licking his lips nervously. "Everything's
fine, sir, thank you. Why do you ask?"

Tom Margolis rose from his chair. At 37 he was the law firm's youngest
senior partner. He had chiseled good looks, thick wavy dark hair, and
piercing brown eyes. He was dressed for casual Friday. His red short-
sleeve shirt clung to his broad shoulders and big pecs, and revealed
his tanned muscular arms. His khakis draped nicely over solid legs and
a meaty butt. He worked hard to keep fit and it showed. At 6'3" and 210
pounds, Tom loomed over Sean's 5'9", 155-pound frame. Sean had to crane
his neck to make eye contact.

Sean was also dressed for casual Friday. He wore a pair of low-rider
button-fly jeans and a skintight t-shirt that looked to be a size too
small. It didn't quite reach the 30-inch waist of his low-cut jeans in
front or back. Tom could see one or two inches of Sean's flat smooth
stomach in front and the very tops of his firm little asscheeks in back.
*He dresses like a hustler,* Tom thought to himself, *and yet he's so
innocent and boyish. He really does something to me.*

Sean couldn't help but notice Tom's massive basket shifting around inside
the khakis. It looked like a salami and two tennis balls. Sean was so
addled this morning he almost giggled aloud at the thought.

Tom put his big arm around Sean's shoulders and walked the smaller man
down the hall toward Sean's desk. The young man felt Tom's wedding ring
digging into his shoulder.

"Well, I ask because you've got a limp this morning and I noticed you
wincing," Tom said. "Hurt yourself in the gym?"

Sean leapt at the explanation. "Yes sir, yes, that's exactly what happened.
Pulled something on my leg lifts."

"We should work out together at the company gym," Tom said. " I can take
a look at your form and see what you're doing wrong. That sound good,
 Sean?"

"Yes sir, I'd really appreciate that. Thanks."

"Great!" As they arrived at Sean's desk, Tom tightened his grip on Sean's
shoulder and pulled the young man in closer to his side. He lowered his
voice. "Another thing, Sean. I don't want to embarrass you, but your
casual Friday outfit might be a little *too* casual." He rubbed Sean's
bare belly for emphasis.

Sean looked down at himself in mild surprise. "Oh. I guess it is. I'm
sorry, Mr. Margolis."

Tom chuckled at Sean's reaction. "You really don't pay much attention
to what you're wearing, do you? I should've realized that on your second
day last week when you left some of your shirt buttons undone. Good thing
your tie covered most of the skin you were showing!"

Tom's big hand continued rubbing in circles on Sean's bare midsection.
Each circle was a little bigger than the last, until he was grazing Sean's
nipples under the shirt and his fingers strayed under the waistband of
the young man's jeans. Sean looked down nervously at his boss's exploring
hand. "Well sir, I grew up with my dad and it was just us guys. We didn't
pay much attention to what we wore..."

On the next circle, most of Tom's hand disappeared down the front of
Sean's jeans, low enough to confirm the lack of underwear. "Or what you
*didn't* wear, more likely!" Tom laughed.

"Well, yes sir, we were nude a lot. Almost always when we were at home."

"And you still like to go commando, huh?"

Sean blushed. "I just don't like the feel of underwear, sir."

Tom shoved his hand even deeper into his employee's jeans, forcibly popping
the top two buttons of Sean's fly. The waistband sagged and Sean's light-
brown pubes appeared. The boss's fingers poked Sean's scrotum and stroked
up and down the length of his cock.

"I can see why," Tom said. "That's a lot of equipment to cram into some
jockey shorts!" Tom continued roughly stroking and Sean's thick cockhead
emerged along with two inches of shaft, forced tight against his stomach
by the confining jeans. Two more buttons popped in the fly, allowing
all of Sean's cock to flop out. His jeans sagged, exposing his ass and
balls. They would have fallen down completely, but Tom was holding Sean
so tightly to his side that the jeans caught against Tom's thigh.

"Um, Mr. Margolis? My jeans, may I, uh, pull them back up?" Tom looked
down, smiled, and moved slightly away from Sean, just enough to release
the jeans. They fell completely to the floor. Sean found himself beside
his desk in broad daylight, naked from navel to ankles, crushed against
his boss's big body with the man all but jacking his cock. "Please, sir,
 someone will see us!"

Tom looked around. "No one else around yet." He chuckled. "What would
you care anyway? You're always showing off this hot little body!"

"I'm not showing off, sir, please mmpph..." his voice was muffled for
a moment while his boss forcibly pulled his t-shirt off over his head.
"....Please believe me," Sean moaned. His newly exposed nipples hardened
in the air-conditioned breeze. "It's just how I've always dressed. I
don't really notice..."

Sean trailed off as his memory suddenly served up another forgotten scene
from his hazy childhood:

---

It was a breezy spring day and the sky was brilliant blue. Bright sunlight
illuminated every blade of grass on the field. It was seven-year-old
Sean's first visit to a big-league ballpark. The boy and his father Jack
emerged from a tunnel into the bleachers. Sean drank it all in: the sun,
 the green grass, the throngs of people, the breeze on his bare legs.

His bare legs ... oh yes. Daddy made him wear his tiny blue speedo so
they could go directly from the ballgame to Sean's swimming lesson. Sean
resisted; he didn't want to be nearly naked in front of everyone. His
father compromised by letting him wear an oversized t-shirt. It was just
long enough to cover the speedo. Sean had been more or less mollified.
Jack himself wore jeans, a polo shirt, and a light windbreaker jacket.

Now they stood at the mouth of the tunnel, waiting for the crowds to
move so they could find their seats. As he looked around wide-eyed, Sean
felt a tug. His father was pulling the t-shirt up off his body.

"Daddy!" he cried, but his voice was muffled as the shirt passed over
his face. When his head was free, he looked down in dismay. There he
stood in front of all these people wearing nothing but a pair of little
red sneakers and a tiny scrap of blue fabric. He reached up and grabbed
for the shirt. Jack gently shook his head 'no' and tossed the t-shirt
over his shoulder into the tunnel. Sean darted around to retrieve it
but Jack wrapped an arm around his middle and easily stopped him. Sean
watched the shirt disappear under trampling feet.

The little boy felt his newly exposed nipples harden in the cool breeze.
Shivers ran through his thin 48-pound frame with its prominent rib cage,
 concave stomach, taut round little butt, and long coltish legs.

He wrapped his arms around his father's waist and looked up at him with
tear-filled eyes. "Daddy, why? I'm embarrassed!"

Jack leaned down and kissed the tears from his cheeks. "I know, baby
boy, and I'm sorry. I just couldn't resist. Besides, what have I told
you about your body?"

Sean sighed and repeated the rote phrase in a singsong voice: "My-body-
is-a-beautiful-gift-from-God. I-will-not-be-ashamed-of-my-gift-and-I-
will-not-be-selfish-with-it."

Jack kissed the top of his head and mussed his silky reddish-brown hair.
"You'll be fine, Sean. After awhile you won't even notice what you're
wearing." He turned his son around, patted him on the butt, and put his
hands on the bare shoulders to guide Sean up the stairs.

On their way up, Sean noticed a few sharp looks and long stares at his
nearly naked little body. He blushed and ducked his head. Jack appeared
not to notice the reactions, but then he often told Sean he didn't much
care what other people thought.

After some hunting they found their seats high in the stands. The crowd
was thinner up here; the nearest people sat two rows back. Sean clambered
into the seat beside his father.

Just before the national anthem, two older men squeezed past them to
reach their seats down the row. One of them, a handsome silver-haired
man in his 60s, looked down at Sean. He raised his eyebrows and smiled.
"Kinda chilly to be dressed for the beach, isn't it?" he asked Jack.

"Well, he's got swimming practice right after this game and he loves
his speedo," Jack replied. "Couldn't get him to wear anything else!"
Sean looked up at his dad; that wasn't quite true but he knew not to
contradict his father. "Heck, he'd go naked if I let him."

"If I were as handsome as this young man I'd go naked too," the man said
with a wink and a grin. Sean blushed bright red. He gave Sean's bare
shoulder a lingering squeeze and brushed the boy's erect nipples. "You
fellas enjoy the game." The man continued on his way, still smiling.

"See there, Sean?" Jack said. "You just made that gentleman's day by
sharing your gift with him." Sean blushed once more but smiled. "Now
tell me again, what is the gift God gave you?"

"My body, sir," Sean replied dutifully.

"Should you be selfish with your gift?"

"No sir."

"That's why I made you wear your speedo today, son, and that's why I
took your shirt away. You wanted to cover up your body and be selfish
with it, but I wanted everyone to see and enjoy it, just like that nice
gentleman did. Do you understand?"

"I think so, sir."

Jack wrapped an arm around Sean's shoulders. The nearly naked boy leaned
in toward the man's big warm body. He hugged Sean closer and kissed him
on the head.

"Daddy loves you, baby boy," he said. "You're the most beautiful boy
in the world."

Sean beamed up at him. "I love you too, Daddy."

A few innings later Sean was lounging in his father's lap, snug in Daddy's
arms. His bare back was against Daddy's chest and his long slender legs
were spread wide, straddling his father's muscular legs. Jack's oversized
windbreaker wrapped partly around the boy's sides.

If anyone had been sitting close enough to peek around the windbreaker's
flaps, they would have seen Sean's speedo at half-mast, his little butt
completely uncovered and the base of his penis peeking out in front.
Sean's bare butt rubbed against Jack's denim-covered crotch. His father's
big warm hands roamed from his chest to his legs, tweaking Sean's nipples
and squeezing his little dick on each pass.

Sean listened through his father's chest at the deep rumbling voice cheering
a play or explaining the game to him. The little boy practically purred
with warmth and contentment. Suddenly he realized Daddy was right. He
no longer noticed what he was wearing -- or not wearing -- even with
all these people around. It really wasn't so bad, was it?

Sean grew drowsy. He shifted to a more comfortable position on his father's
lap, which caused his bare little butt to flex and rub against Jack's
crotch. He heard his father take a sharp breath and felt a powerful throb
beneath him. Something big and hard was shifting in Daddy's tight jeans.

"Oh, Sean," Jack whispered. Sean felt his father's warm tongue tickle
the inside of his ear, and he giggled as he drifted into a light nap.

The game ended and a dozing Sean felt his father pick him up. He automatically
wrapped his legs around Daddy's waist and his arms around Daddy's neck.
He didn't care that his speedo was still half-removed, but he did shiver
as a chilly breeze raised goosebumps on his exposed rear. The shivers
went away when his father's hand cradled his bare butt. Feeling warm
and protected, the little boy drifted off again.

They arrived at the car. Jack opened the door and sat down carefully
in the driver's seat, his son cradled in his arms. The man glanced around
the parking lot. No one was nearby. He removed the boy's sneakers and
pulled the speedo off. He tossed it all in a heap on the back seat. The
seven-year-old was completely naked.

Half-awake, Sean looked down at his nude body, then up at the big handsome
face smiling down on him. In his father's blue eyes he saw deep love
. and something else.

Jack's face drew closer and he touched the tip of Sean's nose with his
tongue. Sean's giggle was muffled as Jack's tongue gently entered the
little boy's mouth. After a long kiss that left Sean breathless, Jack
pulled back. A thick rope of saliva still connected their lips.

"Ready to go home?" the man asked.

"Yes, sir," Sean replied sleepily, wiping his mouth. "But what about
my swimming lesson?"

Jack's fingers explored the smooth, soft skin around his son's anus.
"We'll have to reschedule that for another day," he said in a husky voice.

He dipped his middle finger into Sean's mouth. The boy instinctively
suckled on the finger, his little tongue darting all over it. Jack glanced
around the rapidly emptying parking lot again. Satisfied, he pulled Sean's
slender legs wide apart and thrust his moistened finger full-length into
his son.

"Unngh!" Sean gasped in surprise and his sleepy eyes snapped open. He
arched his back as Daddy's big finger stretched his burning anus and
stirred around inside his gut. He took deep, fast breaths, his ribcage
heaving.

"Daddy -- ungh -- are we gonna..."

"Yes we are, baby boy," Jack whispered in his ear. "Over and over, again
and again." The ragged tone of his father's voice set butterflies dancing
in Sean's stomach. He felt a glow of anticipation and a sharp stab of
fear.

"Now let's go home," Jack said, reluctantly withdrawing his finger from
the warmth of his son's body. "We need to spend some time together."

---

"Sean?" Tom realized Sean wasn't responding. The young man's body sagged
against Tom's side. He looked into Sean's face and saw a wide-eyed spaced-
out look. He'd been in a few therapy sessions with his wife, who was
raped while in college, and he recognized that look. Sean was accessing
something deep and powerful in his subconscious.

Tom just assumed Sean would enjoy playing. He felt a little guilty that
his actions apparently triggered some kind of traumatic memory for Sean.

Tom felt a wave of tenderness toward the boy. Yes, he thought of the
24-year-old as a boy for some reason. Sean had a little-boy-lost quality
that Tom found endearing -- and extremely exciting.

Tom gently shook him and his head lolled. "Sean, you with me?"

"Ungh?" Sean grunted.

"Let's get you to my office, buddy. You can rest on the couch in my meeting
room."

Another grunt. Tom sighed. Placing both powerful arms around Sean, he
began to half-carry the boy. Sean stumbled and nearly fell over the jeans
puddled around his ankles. Tom reached down and pulled the jeans free,
 draping them over his shoulder along with the boy's shirt. Sean now
wore nothing but sneakers.

Tom dragged his naked young employee down the hall. They made it to Tom's
office. "Thank God nobody else is around this early," Tom muttered to
himself.

But someone was watching as Tom maneuvered Sean's nude body into the
office and shut the door. It was Trevor, a new law-school graduate like
Sean. The two of them joined the firm at the same time the week before.

"So that's how Sean plans to get ahead," Trevor muttered to himself.
"Sleep his way to the top, the little faggot." He stalked away.

Meanwhile, Tom dragged Sean into the personal conference room attached
to his office. Sean came around as Tom laid him out on the couch. The
naked young man looked up into the big handsome face of the senior partner.

"Mr. Margolis? What happened?"

Tom knelt down beside the couch and ran his hand up and down Sean's smooth
chest. "You checked out there for a bit, kid," he said softly. "Your
eyes were wide open but you weren't responding much. Are you alright?"

"Yes sir, I'm okay. I just ... just had this really vivid memory and
I got completely caught up in it."

"What was it? Can you tell me about it?"

"Something about going to a ball game with my dad," Sean said.

"That sounds like a happy memory, but you looked a little freaked out
about it."

"In the car after the game, something happened ..." Sean trailed off,
 embarrassed.

"What happened in the car, Sean?"

The young man took a deep shuddering breath. "I don't remember," he lied.

Tom put an arm around him. "I'm sorry if I triggered unhappy memories
for you. I guess you weren't expecting me to be so forward, huh?" Tom
looked down at his hand moving on Sean's bare skin and his smile faded.
The big man could feel his compassion for Sean draining away, replaced
by something else. Lust.

"You can't blame me, Sean," Tom continued in a lower, deeper voice. "You
show off this hot little body of yours all the time. Hell, if I looked
like you I'd just go naked." He squeezed Sean's cock.

"Sir, I don't mean to show off," Sean said nervously. "I'm sorry if I
sent you the wrong message, sir. I'm -- ow, sir, that hurts when you
squeeze my balls -- I'm not that way."

To Sean's relief, Tom removed his hand from his employee's body -- but
only long enough to shuck his khakis and underwear and step out of them.
He yanked off his shirt and stood there, muscular naked body looming
over Sean. The young man froze, eyes wide.

Tom roughly pulled Sean to his feet and pushed the frightened naked boy
against a wall. He stood between Sean's long, slender legs and forced
them wider apart.

"Sir, no! Please, don't do this to me! I'm not into guys!" Sean felt
thick fingers stretching his anus. The young man yelped, still sore from
the long brutal episode with Dr. Chandra the night before.

Two of Tom's fingers were all but sucked into Sean's hole. The man's
eyes widened and he raised his eyebrows.

"You're not into guys, huh?" He slid a third finger into the unresisting
anus. "I could drive a truck up this reamed-out ass of yours! You get
cock up your ass every night, don't you?"

"No sir, it's not like that. Please believe me..."

Tom hocked some spit onto the enormous head of his thick seven-inch beer-
can cock and got a firm grip on Sean's slender hips. The boy gave a sharp
cry of pain and surprise as the big man unceremoniously skewered him
balls-deep.

"Take it out!" he said through gritted teeth. "Oh God, please take it
out, sir! It hurts."

"Just relax, Sean," Tom said softly, pumping hard into the boy's already
ravaged hole. "This won't take long."

"No," Sean whimpered. "No, please...."

Tom reached around and gripped the boy's dick. With a stab of shame and
confusion, Sean realized it was rock-hard.

"You say no, boy, but your cock says otherwise," Tom growled. "You need
this and I'm giving it to you, okay?"

"I don't understand," Sean cried. How could he be heterosexual but get
hard when he was fucked by a man? How could he get hard now when he couldn't
get it up for his beautiful fiancee? "I don't understand," he moaned
again. His eyes filled with tears.

Tom looked down, fascinated by the sight of his fat cock slamming in
and out of the smooth taut ass in front of him. Then he looked up at
Sean's red, tear-streaked face, flattened in profile against the wall.
He felt a surge of compassion -- and a surge of pure sexual energy. He
stood up on his toes and his powerful asscheeks clenched, ramming his
rigid cock as deep as he could into the furnace heat of Sean's body.

"Oh Sean," he said, his voice ragged. "I could fuck you forever, boy.
You were made for this... aw shit, here it comes." His grip tightened
on Sean's hips and he ground his pubes against the boy's smooth skin.
He cried out as he pumped shot after shot of hot semen into Sean's gut.

After an eternity of white-hot bliss, Tom's pumping slowed and then stopped.
He rested, cock still buried in Sean's spasming hole. He felt something
shaking and realized it was Sean. The boy was sobbing quietly.

Tom wrapped his arms around Sean's middle and held the boy's smooth sweaty
back tight against his hairy torso. He kissed the boy's head and neck
as Sean wept.

"It'll be okay, little guy, it'll be okay," Tom crooned. He gently rocked
Sean from side to side, his buried cock shifting back and forth like
a metronome inside the boy's bowels. "Let it out. It'll be okay." Then
he realized he often said those same soothing words to his little sons
at home. At the thought his cock gave a lurch, releasing one last dollop
of semen into Sean's insides.

His tears subsided. Sean felt Tom's cock slowly soften and withdraw from
his body. With the fat shaft no longer plugging his hole, semen oozed
out of him in a steady stream, tracing warm trails down the backs of
his legs. He groaned. Tom released his tight hold around Sean's middle.
The naked boy slid down the wall into a heap on the floor. He yelped
as the fall jarred his aching, burning ass.

Tom dressed himself, then knelt down beside Sean. "Tell you what, you
rest here for a few minutes before you go back to your desk. I'll meet
you in the company gym at 5:15. We need to spend some more time together."

"Yes, sir," Sean said weakly.

"Enough with the 'sir' already!" Tom laughed. "Under the circumstances,
 I think you can call me Tom."

The young man reddened. "I'll try, sir, uh, Tom. I don't know if I can
do that though. I was taught to respect authority."

"Then we'll compromise. An occasional 'sir' is fine," Tom said with a
grin. "Your dad sure did drill some manners into you. Between the discipline
and the nudism you must've had one interesting childhood. You'll have
to tell me more about it later."

"Yes sir."

"Good boy. Now rest." Tom started to open the door, then paused and looked
back at the naked boy, who was now sitting on the floor Indian-style,
 a spreading puddle of semen dripping from his gaping rectum onto the
floor. Sean held his head in his hands, still dazed. *Poor kid*, he thought.
*Hope I didn't traumatize him too much.* He left.

Tom didn't know that Sean was barely thinking about the forcible sex
just imposed on him by his boss. Mostly the young man was thinking about
his vivid memory of that day in the ballpark with his dad -- especially
what happened in the car after the game. Sean could all but taste his
father's tongue in his mouth and feel his father's thick finger buried
in his ass.

*Oh my God,* he thought to himself, shaking his head. *It was Dad. Dad
fucked me.*


Next: Our poor young hetero hero gains more insights -- the hard way.

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