TL Chapter 11

 

The Light - Chapter 11

>>>> See chapter 01 for the various and sundry Disclaimers <<<<



After returning to our room, I closed and locked the door. Peter looked at me with a questioning look on his face. I said "I'm going to give you a body massage, if you'd like one..."

"Only if I can give you one afterwards..."

I nodded. Peter lied face down on the bed after arranging a pillow under his stomach. He still was a little bit sore from his operation.

After our massages, after also giving loving and supporting and titillating attentions to our adolescent appendages, and places between the upper part and the orifice that until that time were for purposes other than sexual, we got up and logged onto the computer, checked email, and surfed the net for a while. Finding nothing interesting, Peter turned to me and said with reservations in his voice, "David, I've been wondering what it would be like to well, you know, I mean, uhm, ... have you ever had gay sex, I mean, intercourse, I mean, you know, err, uhm, ahem, in your butt?"

"Nope, have you?" I asked nonchalantly, innocently. I'd never really even thought about sticking something up my butt. My thoughts had always been along the lines of that was somewhere where only things came out of... nevertheless I was intrigued, I wasn't repulsed by the idea anyway.

After kissing Peter, I turned my attentions to the computer where I typed in some things into the search bar. All we saw were gay pornographic websites, and while we were a bit intrigued, it soon became apparent those guys with those big cocks surely could not be real, that somehow their dongs were magnified a million times there was simply no way a guy could have THAT big of a man gland. We were soon tired of that shit, but then a website appeared that was talking about guys wondering about gay sex, and answers to their questions. We found the information quite informative and it dispelled many of the fears about putting things in our holes that we had only thought was designed for exits.

"Have you ever had anything in yours?" I asked, wondering.

"Uhm, yeah, kinda, sorta... it was terrible... I mean I hated it... I mean I hated the way it was done. I don't know... I mean, well, toward the end, I kinda, oh I don't know..."

"We don't have to do anything we are not comfortable with... I mean I like sucking and jacking you off... just because it brings you pleasure, and when you do it to me it brings... I mean I hella like it too."

"Yeah, me too, David?"

"Uhm hmmm..."

"Well, I've been kind of practicing... when I put my fingers up there, I mean, I like it, well, you know... I guess I'd like to try something like that... I like the feel of your dick, I mean it's not too big around, and everything..."

"I'd just never really thought of it... I mean, it sounds kind of wicked, and seems like it would hella hurt. What do you have in mind?"

"Oh, I mean, I don't know... maybe we could just diddle around... I kind of like messing around with my, you know what, my butt... I'd kind of like you to diddle around with me back there, David... that is if you want to..."

That said, we read on and got some ideas about what we found to be interesting. By the time we were done reading and looking at the instructional pictures, we were much more interested in exploring that which had never before been explored.

Peter got up, retrieved the bottle of body lotion I had sat on the bedside table, handed it to me and then got on his hands and knees on the bed...

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yeah, just diddle, let's see what happens, we can always quit if we don't like it ya know."

Encouraged, intrigued and curious, I squeezed some of the lotion onto my fingers and then began rubbing it around on his buttocks, occasionally trailing a finger in that space located between his fine upturned cheeks. Whenever I did that, he would, or it seemed that he backed up just enough to lead me to believe that he wanted my finger there. After a few times of doing that, Peter raised his head up and said, "Go ahead, stick it in."

Tentatively, I began rubbing more firmly and directly against that little indentation. His hole opened up just enough to allow me to easily enter the confines of that which usually brings about relief. When I was at about the second knuckle, he sorta sat down on my finger causing it to enter all the way. He squealed, not in a painful way, no not at all, rather his squeal came from pleasures he was experiencing.

"Okay, your turn. You seem to like it..."

That said, we changed positions and Peter did the same thing to me. After releasing some of my resistance, he too entered my cavern completely. One thing he did different was he turned and twisted his finger around and around and then pressed on something that made me feel like I was about to cum. When I jumped, he quickly withdrew his finger and said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."

"No, that didn't hurt. When you pulled out so fast, I felt like I was going to shit..."

"Okay, your turn again, but I want you to try and put your dickhead inside of me... but only if you want to..."

"Oh, I don't know about that. You are kind of tight there, and well, my dick is bigger than my finger is."

"I'll tell you to stop if it gets to be too painful... I'd really like to try it, if you want to."

I never thought in a million years that I would be interested in doing such a thing, but Peter's desires overshadowed mine, and while I did not find it disgusting, I was more concerned with hurting him, I didn't want to do that, ever. Would doing this definitely close the door to ever being straight, having kids, etc...

Peter, sensing my hesitations, turned around to face me and then began oral ministrations on that which rose from the now absent, but usually present thatch of pubic hair. He got me so hot and bothered, and when he realized I was about ready to go over the edge, he stopped, turned around and once again offered me his beautiful butt.

Thinking that I should make myself slick, I poured another dollop into my hand and rubbed it all over and around my cock, but it was nearly more than I could take without dropping a load right then and there, so I got up on my knee and touched his backdoor with the head of my dick. The feeling of his soft petals against my very hard cock was electrifying and soon I wanted more. Peter, meanwhile, was mewing like a kitten in front of a hearth.

Reassured, more confident, and wanting to please this boy in front of me, I pressed my cock a little harder against that where he wanted me to be. "Go ahead, try it David. It's not hurting. Go in a little ways, let's just see what it feels like."

Invited, without reservation, I pushed harder and into his waiting hole I popped my rod. Peter tensed up, "Hold it there for a minute and don't move."

Meanwhile, the pressure on my dick from the walls of his bowels was very nearly drawing, sending me over the edge into orgasm land. Unable to stop myself, I eased my cock in until my pubes were rubbing against his upturned cheeks. I was fully and completely implanted.

Peter, at the same time, began slowly moving against my dick, meeting my in-thrust with his out-thrust. I didn't even know or realize I was doing it until I stopped and paid attention. He said, "Don't stop. That feels really, really good, I can't believe how good you are in there."

When I felt myself at the moment of no return, I took hold of his hips and gently and slowly brought him to me and then I thrust in with vigor and unloaded a... well, I felt the jizz leave my cock in wave after wave of orgasmic spasm, and then he clamped his butt muscles around my cock like a vice grip. He was moaning, groaning and panting, and spazzing. Quickly, I reached around only to meet his throbbing and spraying cockhead. Automatically, instinctively, I grasped his tool and helped him to complete that which was bringing about his own orgasm.

When my spasms drew to a close, I withdrew my still hard cock from its resting place, lied down and pulled Peter don on me where we kissed tenderly, eagerly, passionately, reveling in our post orgasmic bliss.

When a modicum of composure was reached, I said, "Holy shit... oh Peter... Geezus that was AWESOME! Did it feel good for you? Did it hurt?"

Without waiting for an answer, we kissed once again passionately, searching for tonsilar tissue, and then, finding none, we parted our lips, Peter said, "Yeah, it hurt at first but then it became fantastic... the evidence is under you <he giggled>."

At that moment, I did indeed feel the offerings of Peter's nectar soaking into the sheets and splaying on my back.

At some point Peter rolled off me and we fell sound asleep, oblivious to the world.

I awoke at some time during the night needing to seriously pee, worked my way out of bed and headed into the bathroom. On the way, I very nearly ran into dad, literally, "Sorry, I didn't see you standing there. Gotta pee, dad."

That said, I made my way into the bathroom where I unloaded a torrent of pent up yellow stuff into the toilet bowl, splashing, and making foam ripples in the water.

Satiated, I shook it off an extra time or two, and then washed my hands after sniffing them first to see if anything nasty was there there wasn't just a musky smell from the dude I inserted my dick into.

When I arrived in my bedroom, dad was sitting on the side of the bed talking quietly with Peter. They both looked up as I entered. Peter smiled. Dad looked at me with a concerned expression on his face.

"You guys are up late. We have much to do tomorrow. Oh... don't worry, you're not in any trouble. We just need to chat for a little while."

"Okay." I said, Peter nodded, dad left and then closed the door behind him.

When I lied down next to him, he got up and went to the bathroom. When he got back, he whispered into my ear, "Do you think we're in trouble?"

"No, I don't think so. He's not upset or anything. Don't assume we are in trouble whenever he says we need to talk, okay?"

"Well, whenever my mom said that she needed to talk, then there was always hell to pay ..."

"It is not that way around here, Peter. When we make mistakes, we might get yelled at a bit, or perhaps grounded, but that's it. Dad is not a hitting type of person in any way, so never worry that that will happen." I said with finality in my voice.

As soon as our heads hit the pillow, we were once again sound asleep.

***

The following morning, after showering, Dad ushered us into his room, closed the door, and motioned for us to sit on his bed. After we did, and he did, I said "Sup, dad?"

"You're not in trouble, so relax." Dad replied with a smile then added Boys, I have performed some research out on the Net and have had a conversation with Dr. Miller ..." Dad started to say when I interrupted, "If this is about what I think it is ... well, it's pretty personal and private. Well, dad, Peter and I love each other a whole lot, and well, we..." Dad interrupted, "Hear me out boys. Don't jump to conclusions here. Nobody is in trouble. I am your dad. I'm charged with and take very seriously your health and well being. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, sir." Peter answered.

"Yes, sir." I responded.

"Okay. Good. I knew you would see it on my terms." Dad said chuckling. That broke the tension we were all feeling.

After pausing a few seconds, dad continued, "David, I already know that you and Peter are close, very close. I saw it the very first time that you two met. I've been in love and know the feelings that come along. David, I think you knew before you guys ever met..."

Peter looked at me questioningly; I sheepishly, somewhat with embarrassment, replied, "I guess I did. I mean... well, Peter, I had a pair of binoculars, and I guess I looked for you to be outside working on the patio or in your yard. Dad caught me one day and gave me a hard time about it... well, not really <chuckles>... he gave me the binoculars, didn't ya dad?" I chided.

Dad just shrugged his shoulders and patted Peters' hand, "Guilty as charged... I admit it."

"You're not mad then." I said more of a statement rather than a question, dad replied "No way son. I only wish more parents feel as I do about who their children come to love and respect. Love knows no boundaries. Boundaries are put up by people to keep people out. People who are the loudest against certain things that other people do are generally insecure with themselves."

I looked at Peter. He looked at me. He said, "Really, you aren't mad... you don't blame me for making your son..."

"What is there to be mad about?" Dad asked incredulously.

"My mom hated my guts... so I had to ask because if you did then I needed to leave..."

"You don't need to leave Mr. Jamison. You don't need to leave, ever. I am growing to love and respect you, and I don't love or respect just anyone, just so you know. Do we understand each other?"

"Yes sir. Thanks." Peter said and then got up, stood there expectantly. When dad realized about 3 seconds later what Peter was waiting for, he got up and together they hugged deeply.

When their moment passed, dad continued after wiping a few teardrops threatening descent from his yes, he continued, "Can I ask how far you have taken your physical relationship? I mean, I know how you two interact each other, and I have no doubt that you two have taken your physical relationship seriously. I just need to know in order to be able to best give you good information appropriate to what you are doing, or are planning to do. I know whatever it you guys are or are not doing is personal and private to you so please don't think I'm meddling, and you can refuse to answer my question."

Peter looked at me. I looked at him. When I saw him cringe from fear, I said "Dad, you're right, it is personal and private. Peter, the last thing in the world that I would ever want to do to you is cause you to hurt, or to hurt and harm you. I'd never want to do that, intentionally or unintentionally."

"I'm the same way; I'd never want to hurt you either." Peter said then looked to dad, "David made love to me last night; I mean he really made love to me... and well, sorry David, but I want you to do that a million times and another gazillion, I'm serious."

"Peter, I'm sorry that I fell asleep on you this morning. I want you to make love in the same way to me. I'm not sure that I can, but I want to."

Peter and I both looked to dad. Satisfied we were not going to say anything more, he continued, "Just be careful, okay. Those are very tender tissues back there, and well, I do not want to see either of you hurt. I received some good sense information from Dr. Miller that I would like to share with you."

When we both nodded, dad continued, "Boys, sperm contains no bacteria, so you won't get an infection from it. Just never, ever go from having anal sex to oral sex at the same time. Oral sex to anal sex is just fine."

That thought disgusted me; Peter scrunched up his nose in disgust, dad continued, "I'd be giving you bad information if I did not at least suggest you two have safe sex in that you should wear a condom each and every time while having anal sex."

"I've never been with anyone else, and I'll never be with anyone else. Peter is the guy who I love, and he's the only guy. I never even thought of doing it with anyone else until he showed up." I said emphatically, without a trace of doubt in my voice.

I looked to Peter, "Me too. I'd never have sex with anyone ever again if it were not only David. I promise. I admit though that one guy tried to get me to do it with him, but I refused. The other guy, well, I don't think he shot in me, if you know what I mean. I didn't want to do it with him but he did it anyway. I don't want to talk about it anymore though."

"Peter, when you're ready to talk about it at some time in the future, I'm here and will listen, okay?"

"Okay, but I doubt I'll talk about it." Peter said and then got up, went to the bathroom, came back a few minutes later. From the fresh smell coming from him, I could tell that he had washed his face and hands. Dad hugged him. Instantaneously, I kissed him on his lips but Peter pulled away, regarded dad carefully, and when he saw no look of disgust or disapproval, he tentatively kissed me on mine and took my hand in his, squeezed gently, and then we looked at dad for him to continue.

"You boys have a risk of developing a urinary tract infection. While sperm, and even urine, have no bad bacteria in them, the colon does, and the bacteria can travel from it up the urethra and give you the infection. Symptoms of the infection includes burning when you pee, or when you have an otherwise unexplained drainage of a cloudy, foul smelling cheesy material coming from your penis. If, or whenever you get such symptoms, you need to see a doctor to be treated for it."

Peter looked at me very carefully and then regarded dad ... and when he realized he was not in trouble, he offered, "Uhm, well some of mom's so called boyfriends made me suck their dicks and they came in my mouth, but I did not usually swallow, I spat out."

"Were you forced?" Dad asked.

"Yes sir." Peter answered.

"Do you know who those men were? Do you have their names?"

"Uhm, no sir. My mother made me do it. She said that it would drive Satan's spirit out of me once and for all."

"Your mom actually MADE you do it. She was actually WATCHING you do it?" I said louder than my intentions.

"Uhm. Yeah. And when I would refuse or whatever to keep from doing it then she would get pissed and ..." Peter said, then could go no further with his explanation because he broke down into sobs, the pain clearly overwhelming to him.

Dad and I both pulled him into our arms and let him cry out all of his pain and frustrations at not having been able to do anything to stop those things that were done to him.

"Let it out son. Let it all out. Hold back nothing. We're here for you and will not let you go. Those bad things are done. If anybody ever, ever forces you to do something against your will then they will have to answer to me. Do you understand what I just told you?"

Peter nodded and then buried his head in our loving arms, and let his racking sobs clear his mind and his body. Dad and I were crying too, just feeling his pain and helplessness over the things that were forcibly done to him.

After quite a few minutes, after his racking sobs diminished, I went into Dad's bathroom, retrieved several Kleenex and gave them to Peter to use.

When Peter regained his composure, he looked at me and said "David, I should have told you. I'm so sorry, but I was so ashamed that I let them do what they did. I should have done something." Then he started sobbing again. Oh so much pain in the person I love so much. It was more than I could take, and I too was racked with his pain, not mine, but his.

Dad held us in his arms, I held Peter in mine and we just let the emotions carry us and they passed through us, we gave and gained strength all at the same time.

After a few minutes, I let go but Peter stayed in dad's arm, quietly dad said, "You only did those things to save yourself from even worse beatings that would have happened had you not have given in. It's not your fault those assholes did what they did. What they did was not right, and in fact it was criminally wrong of your mother to cause or to permit it to happen. I'll call the prosecutor's office in the morning and provide this information to them. Twelve years for her is not enough, son. If she would do this to you, her own flesh and blood, then she has no business ever being on the streets again so that she could possibly do this to someone else in her care."

"I think I need to go to court and tell them all what she did and had done to me. I don't think I'll ever get over this until I do. You guys have shown me love that she never did, and what is more important is that you do not have to give me your love and support. You do it because you DO love me just the way I am." Peter said with force.

Not known to us in our circle, Jeremy spoke up, he was at the door, and said "Peter, I promise you that if she gets away from this, then she will have me to deal with, nobody wants to get on my bad side and if they do then there is absolute hell and terror to pay."

Jeremy then walked over to us, sat down on the bed then joined in the group hug.

"Son, there is no place for violence in a situation like this. Violence only breeds more violence. It's a viscous cycle. Besides that, Jeremy, by the time I would get done with her and her so called boyfriends, there would not be much left for you." Dad said with absolute certainty in his voice and on his face.

"I swear it dad. If anybody hurts my brothers or causes them to be hurt, then there is Jeremy Blake to deal with. I promise it." Jeremy said with absolute conviction.

"I have no doubt, son. I have no doubt." Dad said looking at Jeremy in his eyes.

"Peter, I have to ask this question, son." Dad said.

"No." Peter said suddenly and defensively.

"Peter, were you raped by any of those men or by anyone else?" Dad asked quietly but intently.

"I said I don't want to talk about that stuff anymore. I already told you."

"Told them what?" Jeremy asked firmly. When Peter didn't answer, Jeremy sat down next to Peter, put his arms around Peter's shoulders and rubbed his back with little firm circular motions designed to relax any tense muscles a person might have had.

Peter visibly relaxed as he fell and continued to fall under the spell of Jeremy's ministrations to his upper back, shoulders and neck.

I then pulled Peter into my arms and said softly, "Go ahead and talk to us. You are in no trouble, and I love you more than I did 5 minutes ago, it just keeps growing. You never have to be alone ever again."

"The last time he tried ... I was terrified and fought back. He hurt me anyway. I got pissed, royally pissed, and fought back. Even though I was beat half to death, he did not, uhm, ... and well I fought back... he won't try to do that again I don't think.

In almost the same breath, he added "Dad, David and I made love last night, all the way. He made gentle and loving love to me. ME! It did not hurt, very much although I admit it hurt at first, really it did but he stopped and let me get used to it. Dad, I promise we will love each other like that a million jillion times because I love him with all my heart."

Peter then dried up his eyes. When he pulled the Kleenex back from wiping his eyes, he had an impish look on his face. We pulled each other together and kissed softly.

"Dad, I'm gonna kill that guy twice if I ever get in a room alone with him." Jeremy said with absolute determination in his eyes and in his body language.

"Get in line, son." Dad said back to Jeremy.

"Okay, Peter. Can you identify the guy who attempted to hurt you in that way?" Dad asked.

"Oh yeah, for sure. He's my uncle Harlan." Peter quickly replied.

"Is he that red headed fuck that is often out at your house?" Jeremy hissed.

"The one and only. Jeremy, don't do anything bad to him. He ain't worth it. He's worthless as tits on a boar hog." Peter said.

"Peter, that bastard is at the house right now. He was moving some shit out of the house just 10 minutes ago!!" Jeremy exclaimed.

"Jeremy, give me the phone. I'm going to call the police. Boys go get dressed then we'll meet in the dining room. When the officer gets here, don't volunteer any information, but truthfully answer his questions because they are here only to help." Dad said.

Peter and I took off to our room where I put my leg on then we got dressed and went back downstairs but not before exchanging a passionate kiss and words of encouragement to each other.

*** To be continued.

(Edited & reposted 1/29/2011)



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