Date: Wed, 28 Oct 2009 00:48:26 -0700 (PDT) From: Uncle Wiggly Subject: Sweet Sixteen This is just a silly bit of fluff that I concocted. It's about gay male incest and authoritarianism. Though it may become somewhat darker, it will never become hardcore BDSM, because I just plain don't like pain. It in no way resembles real life and takes place in an alternate universe where all boys are over 18, babies are delivered by storks, and the only pussies are on boys' backsides. (Though the title is "Sweet Sixteen," Bobby was already two-and-a-half when the stork delivered him.) Though not the first written, this will be the first story that I post, so please be gentle with me. I'm not a linear thinker, so installments may come in spurts. Constructive criticism would be appreciated. If you wish to flame me, please write "THIS IS A FLAME!" in the subject line so that I can be sure to read it first. And really, if you are offended by gay sex, why are you on a site that has "gay" in the address bar? Do yourself--and gay men everywhere--a favour and google "psychotherapy." Sweet Sixteen by Augustus T. Wigglesworth IV Bobby was running purely on adrenaline that Friday morning in June. He'd been so excited the night before that it seemed like his Sponge Bob alarm clock was shouting, "WAKE UP! SLEEPYHEAD!" even before his head hit the pillow. He happily jumped out of bed, and Johnson was already waiting in the bathroom to help him take off his special underpants so that he could sit down and pee-pee. He didn't even notice that Johnson's "Good morning, Bobby," sounded a little sad today. Bobby's bottom was still loose from the special "boystetcher" attachment in his underpants and he giggled as the cool air tickled his insides. The "boystretchers" had gotten progressively bigger over the years. They hurt at first, but he quickly got used to it and they even started to feel good after a while. Now he couldn't imagine not having one. (His BFFs, twins Timmy and Tommy Dalton, had even shone him how if you ground your bottom on the chair just right you could make yourself feel REALLY good, even at school.) Johnson congratulated Bobby on the particularly large amount of sticky stuff in his underpants. Bobby didn't remember having any special fun dreams last night, but he usually always had at least one the night before any big day. And today was the BIGGEST day of all! As Johnson led him back to his bed, Bobby groaned, "Oh, not today. Can't I just get dressed and go downstairs?" "Bobby, I thought you liked my special massages. Don't I always give you the tinglies?" Bobby whined, "OK," but grinned anyway as he flopped down on his tummy. He did like the special massages and he truly loved the tinglies. As Johnson grabbed hold of his bottom cheeks, he wondered again why Johnson never massaged his front. Would it still be "self-abuse" if Johnson rubbed his pee-pee? But that thought was quickly forgotten as Johnson started to finger his bottomhole. In moments, Bobby was gasping through the tinglies as Johnson strummed three fingers over his magic button. Johnson gave him the little cloth with his sticky stuff on it. He still screwed up his nose when he licked it up, but he had secretly gotten to like the taste. It reminded him of the banana milk he had at school and that Daddy put in the protein shakes he made for Bobby every afternoon. Johnson was ready with a fresh pair of underpants. The "boystretcher" was a little bigger today, so it took a bit longer than usual to insert and get it seated properly. And Bobby's resulting hard pee-pee had to go down before he could fit into the tight underpants. Johnson then helped him with his shirt and shorts and then Bobby sat on his bed as Johnson pulled up his knee socks and tied his shoes for him. His uniform jacket, clip-on tie, and cap would be waiting with his book-bag on the big round table in the foyer. Daddy didn't like him to don those until after breakfast in case there were any spills. Boys will be boys, and even with a napkin and a bib, Bobby could still manage to get stains in the most unlikely places. He bounded down the stairs two at a time and ran to the dining room. He slowed to a quick walk just before he got to the door so that Daddy wouldn't scold him for running inside. Though the only reprimand he ever got was a stern "Robert," he still hated to disappoint his Daddy. He'd barely gotten in the door before the familiar strains of "Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday..." began. The dining room was all decked out with balloons and streamers and a big banner that said, "Happy Sweet Sixteen, Bobby!" His Daddy and even his Uncle Dick and cousin Peter were already seated with party hats and those things that make a funny noise and get long and puff up when you blow into them. Bobby jumped when Johnson snapped the rubber band holding the sparkly cardboard crown on top of his soft brown curls. He forgot himself and ran to Daddy giving him a hug and a big wet kiss right on the lips. But there was no scolding today. Just a big hug and a lap cuddle. Today was Bobby's special day! Turning sixteen was a big deal. He was coming of age--at least in the state where they lived. "Are you going to go to your chair? Or are you going to eat breakfast sitting on my lap?" Daddy said. Bobby knew he'd have to take a seat sooner or later, but right now, he said, "I'm going to sit right here!" "Oh, you are. Are you? Well, then I might just have to tickle you!" Bobby was giggling and squealing before Daddy's thick fingers even made contact with his body. Daddy knew that thirty seconds was about all that Bobby could take or he'd have a wet lap, so he kept it to fifteen just to be on the safe side. When the giggles died down and Bobby could finally catch his breath, he nuzzled into his Daddy's neck and said, "I love you more than anything, Daddy." Daddy kissed his forehead, and said, "I know you do. You're Daddy's favourite sixteen year old boy." "I'm your only sixteen year old boy, Daddy," he giggled. "Well, you're still my favourite. Now, jump down!" Bobby took his seat just as Johnson entered with the most wonderful birthday cake ever. It was shaped like a sunken galleon with Sponge Bob and Patrick right on top and "Happy Birthday" written in baby blue icing across the sail. "Birthday cake for breakfast!?!" Bobby's birthdays were always a big deal, but cake for breakfast was unprecedented. Daddy and Uncle Dick were very concerned that Bobby and his cousin Peter always had proper nutrition. Johnson was a registered dietician as well as a practical nurse. Lofty credentials for a house boy. "Today, my sweet baby boy turns sixteen. I think we can bend some rules and maybe even change some others. Now, make a wish, take a deep breath, and blow!" Bobby closed his eyes and thought. He already had everything he wanted. A big, handsome Daddy that loved and protected him. A big, safe house and grounds surrounded by a high wall. A big, bright room right next to Daddy's in case he had a nightmare. And even a big, fun school just for boys like him. He had so much in common with the other boys there that they all couldn't help but be friends. (And even though they were strict, all of his teachers were so big and strong and handsome that you just wanted to do what they said.) Since he already had so much, Bobby wished that his Daddy would always get whatever he wanted. And he puffed his smooth, toned, little chest out and blew as hard as he could. So hard that Patrick fell over into the thick, creamy frosting on top. And so hard that he heard, "Whoa, that's some lung power you got there, Cuz! You already know how to blow." Both Daddy and Uncle Dick yelled, "Peter!" Bobby had been so excited that he had hardly noticed his uncle and cousin. Even though they all lived in the same big old house, they rarely broke fast together. The brothers had separate wings and kept different hours. Uncle Dick was a retired Marine and Peter went to a military academy. He only came home on the weekends. They both were always up before the crack of dawn and had already done a full workout and run 5 miles before Bobby and his Daddy even got up. Though no man could ever replace his Daddy in his heart, Bobby was always attracted to his Uncle Dick. He was big and tall and strong with broad shoulders and thick biceps. And he was soooo handsome! He could pick Bobby up and twirl him around. He wasn't warm and cuddly like his Daddy, but Bobby still loved for Uncle Dick to hold him. He would tickle Bobby and make him squirm around on the hard mound in his lap. Bobby knew it was his uncle's pee-pee that poked at his bottom and that just made him squirm more. Bobby liked his cousin Peter much better since he'd been in military school. He used to play rough and had even broken Bobby's arm when he was 10. It really was an accident. Peter even cried. But that might have been more from fear of Uncle Dick's punishment than for Bobby's well-being. Uncle Dick sent Peter off to Master's Military Academy when he turned 12. Peter was much more disciplined now and had grown so big and handsome. He was on the academy's swim team and Bobby loved to watch Peter's dripping wet muscles and his big bulging Speedos as he emerged from the pool. Bobby wasn't allowed to go in the pool without his Daddy, but he was perfectly content to grind his little bottom on the hard stone garden bench. He'd pretend to read as he surreptitiously gazed at Peter. That ALWAYS gave Bobby the tinglies! (And it never fooled Peter.) After the candles were out and the cake was eaten, out came the presents! From Daddy, there was a great big floor pillow. It was almost as big as Bobby's bed. It was covered in soft baby blue corduroy and smelled like the inside of Daddy's closet. Next Uncle Dick and Peter gave him a baby blue Frisbee. Peter promised to teach Bobby how to play with it over the weekend. He even laughed, and said, "Maybe we can go to the park." Bobby didn't get it, Daddy looked mad, and Uncle Dick just smirked. Bobby was about to get up to kiss everyone when he heard, "Sir. May I?" He turned as his Daddy nodded to Johnson. Johnson's hand was behind his back as he approached Bobby. He said, "Happy Birthday, Bobby," and presented him with a big, baby blue teddy bear. Inside a heart-shaped applique on the bear's chest was written, "My Heart Belongs to Daddy!" Bobby jumped up and hugged Johnson crushing the bear between them. This was an extra special gift because it was so unexpected. Johnson did so much for Bobby--and everyone else--and melted so well into the background that it was easy to take him for granted. There were tears in his eyes when Johnson said, "I love you, Bobby, as if you were my own son." Daddy snapped, "I think that will be all, Johnson." And Johnson scurried out of the room.