Date: Tue, 19 Jun 2012 23:10:02 -0700
From: Trevor Reckling <hugetwoleggedhorse@gmail.com>
Subject: Trevor Chapter I Incest

Please be advised that this story contains graphic sexual scenes between
males. As a result, if material of this nature offends you then you should
not read this story.  Although fantasy is legal, if you are under 18 years
of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This
story is purely a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to person's living or
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Trevor Reckling (hugetwoleggedhorse@gmail.com)

Have you ever taken the time to do a thorough assessment of yourself?
Granted, I do not mean a cursory one, more to the point; digging deep and
getting to the crux of who you are as an individual.  If you haven't been
already, you would be surprised as to what you will find, especially if the
motivation of your task is fueled by honesty!  That is what happened to me.

It is really hard to guess if an exact moment in time ever existed to where
the realization hit with full force as to how I truly felt.  Looking back,
nothing registers, which leaves me inclined to doubt it.  Rather it always
seemed to be a nuance, lurking in the shadows, a desire buried so deep,
that it could only take form through bodily responses, compelled from a
primal subconscious.  Of course, at the time, I had no idea what was to
develop later from these primitive urges that stemmed from the basest side
of my nature.  If I were to sum it up now, as I relate the experience to
you; I would venture to say that it evolved in such a subtle way, that even
today it feels inherent and possessed of every fiber of my being.  A course
of nature far beyond my control to ignore, but forced to fully embrace as
if by default of character.

That said, this is an ideal time with which to proceed with the antecedents
of my story.  My name is Trevor, I am 35 years old, married to a wonderful
woman, father of five handsome sons, ranging in ages from 7, 5, 3 and 11
month old twins and I am a physician living in the deep South!  I'm six
foot three, actually on the shorter side where family's height is
concerned, with close cropped brown hair, and hazel eyes.  One of the most
prominent features of my body is my endowment.  Mother Nature and genetics
partnered together and blessed me magnificently in my most personal
physical attribute! You see, my 'tackle,' that is what we call it here, is
possessed of a very long thick pole (either soft or rampant) and a generous
sack containing two plum sized balls that produce very potent harvests of
seed.  Everyone tells me that my Southern drawl is enticing, a voice that
embraces and soothes anyone in its vicinity.  Again, their words not my
own.  Like most people, I am not that impressed with how I sound on a
auditory level.  If silent, my sexy smile picks up where my voice leaves
off.  My body I would describe as fit and toned.  Though not overly
muscular in a lifting weights sort of build, I am none the less extremely
athletic.  Having played basketball at an Ivy League college, the love for
that sport is still a favorite of mine, although with my current schedule
hard to indulge.  Most weekends if I am not focused on the family, I am
golfing.  A sure fire way for me to relax.

When it comes to describing my nature, I think most would agree when I say
that I am a good guy on the whole.  It's when I break it down that the
simple becomes complex. Very much of an alpha male personality, I do tend
to have a take no prisoners attitude.  Couple that with being a literal
thinker who does not appreciate the 'grays' of life and is more at home in
the 'black & white,' it would not be a surprise to you when you read that I
can be viewed as challenging.  Honest to a fault, integrity is an important
trait that I hold dear, not only in myself, but in others as well. Once
broken, it is near impossible to regain from my standpoint.  Ridiculous
might be a word that comes to mind when I follow all of this analysis up
with a caveat that I am easy going and relaxed! Trust me it is true. Being
a Southern gentleman, oh yes, don't ever forget that, I could never with
ease put myself in an awkward situation.  My mother made sure that I had
perfect manners, especially when it came to the ladies.  My father was left
to soften my rough edges on a physical level.

While the 'polished surface' of my being resounded from the expert care and
attention lavished on me by my mother, it was in my father's image that my
inner being reigned supreme and I must admit unbridled, something extremely
physical and primordial; it was this side of my being which always fought
hard to dominate the more refined aspect.  The struggle would vary back and
forth between the two traits.  It was much easier when I was younger, for
it was my mission to always please my mother.  Adoring her as I did,
nothing expected of me was too great to achieve where she was concerned.  I
obeyed as if trained by Pavlov himself.  Two things surfaced, both factors
of life beyond earthly choice or control to where I would change
irrevocably from what I had been before!  At the age of thirteen puberty
set in, and hard!  Then, two months before my graduation from high school,
my mother suddenly died without warning.  I was left without her sublime
guidance and gentle spirit, now keeping me company were my father, Geoff
and my infant brother Toby.

Up until the age of seventeen, I was an only child, then Toby came.  For my
parents he was a delightful surprise after many foiled attempts of
increasing their progeny, for me not so much!  Having been an only child, I
was thoroughly ensconced in the role of 'mini king' where my parents were
concerned.  I did not hate him on sight, let's just say I barely tolerated
his intrusion into my world.  He also became the focus of my displeasure at
the death of our mother, as I somehow associated his arrival as
predestining her departure.  Although the two actions were unrelated, in my
mind it made no difference.

In describing my father, you would have found a man of polished exterior,
but only just, mind you!  Like with me, my mother's influence kept him in
check during their years of courtship and marriage.  Prior to her knowing
him, his reputation was of less than sterling quality.  Born into a family
with more money than sense, he viewed life in general and his own world in
particular as one long unending source of amusement and gratification.
Left to his own devices by highly indulgent parents, he single handedly got
into about every type of trouble a boy could get into whilst growing up to
be a man.  Thanks only to the long established respect in which the town
held my family and my grandfather's limitless check book, my father came
out unscathed on a superficial level.  It was only deep down that he was
scarred.

Not unlike myself, my father was a man's man!  From the time I was first
aware of it until his death, my father exuded masculinity.  He never had to
try, it was fact, like the sun rising and setting, and the ocean tides
flowing, advancing and receding. Day in and day out, it underpinned his
existence. Beyond question he had enough testosterone for ten men.  As
such, he was often hyper-focused on the physical aspects of life, rather
than the emotional ones.  This only increased upon the death of my mother.
To my father, my mother was the one aspect of his life that he never took
for granted and with her death, he fell back into his old habits.  Without
her, he could not control what his very nature dictated he should!

Without the counter effects of my mother's wisdom, it did not take long for
him to undo what she had so painstaking wrought over the early years in my
development.  Understand, that he did not do it on purpose, nor did he set
out with it as a goal in mind, it was rather leading by example.  It is to
this that I reacquaint you with veiled reference above in the initial
stages of my story!

. . . . . . .let me know if you would like me to continue with the telling!

hugetwoleggedhorse@gmail.com