Date: Thu, 15 May 2008 16:00:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Second Time Around Chapter Nine

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Chapter Nine:  Second Time Around


After Frank and I had our talk and he told me about "the yes girl" I began
to worry.  Initially, I told myself I was over-reacting and if there was a
problem, Frank would let me know.  Then, the more I thought about "the yes
girl" and "Mr. Independent", I knew he would wait until there was a serious
problem to say anything.  There was a simple answer to the whole issue, and
I took it.  I called my doctor and had a little talk with him.  Before I
hung up the phone two teenage boys had an appointment to get physicals.
That was on a Tuesday and the appointment was the following Friday.

When I arrived home the evening I had set the appointment, I wasn't
surprised to find Sean and my boys in the pool.  For several days I had
watched them, not only start dropping less then subtle hints about what
they would like for Christmas, but they seemed to be regressing.  They
didn't study quite as much and played a lot more.  I also heard a lot more
laughing mixed with giggles.  I loved the sound.

There seemed to be some unspoken or unwritten understanding that whenever
Sean was at the house when I came home there would be a fourth for supper.
I didn't mind; Sean was a great kid.  I just thought it was interesting
that no one felt it necessary to consult me.  I had also learned a long
time ago that with teenage boys, feed them bulk or go bankrupt.  While they
horsed around in the pool I started a simple meal of spaghetti and a salad.
When I say simple, I mean brown some ground beef, drain the grease and toss
in a jar of sauce.  While it heats the spaghetti cooks and I make a simple
tossed salad.  Of course, while doing the obvious, I get the intellectual
questions.

"Hey, Dad." Here comes Frank, "What's up?  Wha'cha fixin'?"

That had to be a rhetorical question.  I just turned and looked at him
without saying anything.

"Oh," he responded, "guess it's kinda obvious, huh?"  I just nodded and
gave him three seconds of finger-to-palm applause.

"Dad," Frank's voice suddenly turned serious and while he spoke, the other
two joined us.  "How come we have to have physical exams now?  We don't
feel sick."

"Normally, you don't get a physical when you feel sick.  The idea behind a
physical is to establish what is normal for you; everyone's a little
different.  The doctor uses the results of the physical as a basis to judge
future tests and determine when something is out of whack with your
systems."

"I don't 'member us gettin' physicals when we were little," Michael added.

"Well, you did.  Believe it or not, your first physical was when you were
only a few minutes old.  Do you remember your mom taking you to the doctor
every year for shots?"  That question earned me a couple of grunts and
scrunched-up expressions.  "Do you remember the doctor telling you to take
your clothes off and you sat there in your underwear while he tapped your
knee with a little hammer and poked around in your ears and looked down
your throat and took your temperature and ended it all with a booster
shot?"  Yep, as soon as I said "shot", they remembered. "That was your
annual physical."

"You mean we gotta sit around the doctor's office in our underwear again
while he does all that stuff to us?"  Michael sounded almost like he was
offended.

"What's wrong, kiddo, you getting' shy all of a sudden?"  Frank and Sean
laughed at him.  I started serving dinner.

"Hey, Dad, is the doctor gonna say 'hi' to us?"  Frank asked,holding up his
middle finger and wiggling it.

"Ohhh, man!  No way!" Mike objected.  "I don't want him stickin' his finger
up my butt!  Why?"

"Why not?  You do it just about every night when ya jack off."  Frank
started pushing the buttons and I had to give him a warning look.

"Okay, Frank, enough already."  I looked at him to make sure he understood
I was serious.  "Boys, you have to understand that at this point in your
growth you have bodies that are more like a man's than a little boy's.
There are some problems a man can experience as a mature adult that a boy
doesn't really have to worry about."

"Yeah, like getting a hard-on in class just before the teacher calls on ya
to stand up."  Frank added his example and the three of them started the
giggling process.

I just sat there and shook my head.  There were some things that the boys
took seriously for only a short period of time and we had reached the end
of that time.  I looked at the three of them.  Their expressions radiated
care-free and happy.  I started laughing to myself when I realized I was
sitting at the breakfast bar, eating supper, with three naked boys.  Just
then, Michael missed getting a forkful all the way in his mouth and a
spaghetti strand was hanging out.  He held his arms out and made a big show
of slowly sucking it in.

"Hey, bro," here comes Frank again, "you got that suckin' thing down real
good.  Been practicin'?"  I thought all three of them were going to choke,
laughing.  That's my boys, regressing in maturity with every passing day.

                                       * * * *

We sat in the doctor's office waiting to be called.  The boys looked around
and noticed most of the kids were much younger than them.  They also
noticed that the other kids were staring at them and pointing at them.
Michael didn't care; he sat there and played a game of peek-a-boo with one
little boy.

"Dad, you know it's not too late ta just get up and leave."  I didn't even
bother to reply to Frank's suggestion.

"Michael Geoghagan and Frank Geoghagan," the nurse announced.  I stood and
motioned for the boys to precede me.  "How are you today, Mr. Geoghagan?"

"Doing fine, Sally.  Yourself?"

"I can't believe how these two have grown.  Seems like just yesterday we
had to lay them on a table and measure how long they were."  Both boys
turned around, surprised.

"Oh, I can tell you worse," Sally added, reading the boys'
expressions. "Ask me about the time I changed your diapers and what each
one of you did to me."  Sally and I laughed while the boys turned a nice
shade of red.

"Dad, are we both goin' in the same room?"  Frank asked as Sally opened the
door to the exam room.

"Yep, just like when you were little.  Not embarrassed for your brother to
see ya, are you?  I'll be here too."  The boys gave me quizzical look.
"It's the law.  Since you're both minors, another adult has to be in here
with the doctor when you're undressed.  It's for his protection and yours."

"Okay, boys, enough.  You're both worse now than when you were little guys.
Time to strip," Sally paused deliberately to let the boys register a
'no-way!' reaction, "to the waist.  I'll get your temperature, blood
pressure and I need some samples.  If you're bashful I can give you a paper
shirt to put on."  As soon as Sally said 'samples', Mike looked around and
spotted the various instruments, including the anal thermometers.

"I haven't used one of those on you since your were five years old.
However, if you prefer, I can . . . ."

"Uh-uh, no way," Michael answered and his face looked a little pale.

Sally did just what she said.  The nice part was that she always told the
boys what she was going to do and why.  Neither of them was particularly
thrilled over the blood samples.  Of course, being teenage boys and having
to save face, neither boy watched.  They turned their head and made an
interesting grimace when she stuck them.  I just wished I had a camcorder
with me.  After drawing blood, Sally gave each boy a glass jar and told
them she needed a urine sample.  Both boys blushed and looked as though
they were ready to crawl in a hole until she pointed them towards a door.
They stepped into the bathroom and emerged a couple of minutes later.
While they were gone, Sally and I had a good laugh as we discussed the way
we teased the boys, and their reactions.

"Okay, fellas, that's it for me.  Now, you need to strip down, and I mean
strip all the way.  Hang your clothes on one of these hooks.  When you've
stripped, sit up on the exam table and the doctor will come in soon.  Oh,
and here, here's a towel for each of you to put over your lap so you won't
be embarrassed.  I won't offer you a paper shirt because you would just
have to lose it anyway."

"Thanks, Sally," I called out as she left the room.

"Dad," Michael started in as soon as Sally left, "was what she said true?
You know, 'bout what me and Frank did when she changed our diaper?  She
didn't really change our diapers, did she?"

"Sally was at the hospital when the two of you were born.  She and your
mother were college sorority sisters.  She got married and moved up here a
couple of years ahead of us coming up here.  And, yes, while changing your
diaper both of you managed to set off the fountain of youth and christen
her."

"That's why she looked familiar.  She's been over at the house."

The boys stripped and wandered around the office just like they were at
home.  I thought it would have been great if Sally had walked back in, but
she didn't.  The boys looked at some of the equipment and conjectured what
it might be used for; of course, it was always something sexual.  I finally
had them sit on the table and wait.  They put the towels in their laps but
soon decided it was too cool in the room and wrapped the towel around their
shoulders.  They could have cared less that they had everything on display
for Arthur when he came in.

Arthur was actually my doctor and didn't normally take young patients
except on special circumstances.  He had made an exception for me with the
boys and taken care of them since we moved to New York.  He had also been
at our house on several occasions and we had all dined together at the
club, so the boys were comfortable with him.  I liked the way he handled
the boys.  He didn't talk down to them and was very patient explaining to
them what he was doing and why.  He also took the time to explain to the
boys why it was important for them to have regular check-ups when they
became adults.  The effort on his part made it easier on me as a parent.

The whole exam went well until we reached the last item; it was time for
'the wave'.  Both boys tried to assure Arthur everything worked fine and
there was really no need to check that area.  Arthur knew how they felt and
that it was probably embarrassing for them.  There was also the little talk
he and I had before I brought the boys over.  He took advantage and had fun
with them, which I found to be very entertaining.

"Okay, fellas, only one more test and we're done," Arthur told the boys as
he pulled out two latex gloves.

"Uhhhhh . . .," was Mike's intelligent comment as he looked to me for help
and an excuse to skip this part of the exam.  "Do we really hafta do this?
I mean . . .ya know . . .  . . everything work's just fine . . .really."

"What everything is working just fine, Mike?" Arthur started his fun.

"You know . . .everything . . .I mean nothin' hurts when we gotta pee or
anythin' like that."

"Mike, you act a little hesitant like, maybe you want me to skip this part
of the exam and just assume everything will be fine.  How would you feel,
or, actually, how do you think I would feel if a few weeks down the road we
found out everything wasn't fine and I had to explain to your dad why we
didn't catch the problem during the exam?  I don't think either one of you
would be too happy with me.  Do you?"

"Nooo, but . . .you know . . .we're still young and had'n had a chance for
anythin' ta go wrong or wear out like Dad.  We're good and healthy."  Mike
looked at Arthur, then me, and blushed when he realized what he had just
said. "No . .wait! . . .I did'n meant it like that, I meant . . ."

"Skip it, bro.  You done screwed up real good."  Frank grinned.  "You're
butt's gonna be in trouble when we get home.  Right, Dad?  He's gonna be in
deep doo-doo."

"Michael, what do you base your assessment on?"  I had to bite my lip to
avoid laughing.  "Do you know what I'm checking and the function of that
part of your anatomy?"

"Yes, sir.  You're gonna stick your finger in my butt and feel around for
my prostrate."  I had to laugh and so did Arthur, but we held it down to
avoid embarrassing the boys.

"Actually, it's your prostate, not prostrate.  It's a little chestnut
shaped organ that's part muscle located at the base of the urethra.  Do you
know what the urethra is?"  Mike shook his head.

"It's the piss tube." Frank volunteered, trying for shock value.

"That's right; a little crude, but correct.  You both know what sperm is
and that its produced in the testicles.  Some people call the sperm the
swimmers.  The prostate gland produces the river for the swimmers to swim
in."

"Oh!" Mike interrupted, "then we know everythin's alright.  We got plenty
of swim juice."

"Oh, really.  Should I ask how you know you have plenty?"  Mike blushed
again.

"We're not gonna get out of this, are we?"  Frank asked.

Arthur didn't say anything.  He picked up a glove and slipped it over his
right hand.  He made a real show out of holding up the middle finger and
then letting the latex snap.  Arthur repeated the procedure with his left
hand.  Both boys watched with more than a little apprehension.  They would
sneak a peek at me and it was all I could do to not laugh.  Arthur dipped
each of his middle fingers in the Vaseline jar and came out with a big
dollop.  He held both hands up for the boys to see and signaled for them to
turn around.

"I'm going to check both of you at the same time so there won't be any
bickering over who gets to go first."

"No!  That's alright!  I'll step back and let Frank be first.  No
pro-blem-o, senor!"

"Turn around before I have your daddy smack your little butt."  Arthur
fought to maintain his composure; this show was just too good.  Mike rolled
his eyes and turned around.

Arthur made checking their prostates a real theatrical work of art, just as
I had asked him to.  He first stuck a thumb in their crack and moved it up
and down, teasing them, to get their attention.  He then placed his first
and third fingers on either side of their crack and slowly moved them down
so his middle finger was properly aligned with the target.  His thumb
pressed into the crack and the boy's tensed.  His middle finger then made a
slow penetration until the target was located.  Both boys had arched their
backs and you could hear them drawing sharp breaths through clenched teeth.
Arthur looked at me and we both started laughing to ourselves.  All this
reaction and all he had done was touch their skin.

"Okay, boys, this is it.  Nice and easy . . .just relax . . .relax, now,
and it won't hurt . . .as much.  Now."

I could see Arthur was running his middle fingers in a circle over their
holes and when he said it was time, the fingers disappeared into the boys.
Mike really took in a sharp breath and went up on his toes.  He did a
little toe dance jumping from one foot to the other.  It was absolutely
hilarious.  When Arthur penetrated Frank, I heard a little whimper as he
threw his shoulders and head back.  Quickly, Arthur found his target and I
knew the procedure only took two or three seconds.  He left his finger in
each of the boys and played with their little chestnut.  Between Frank's
whimpers and Mike's toe dancing and panting, I thought I was going to roll
on the floor.  After about thirty seconds, Arthur removed his fingers.
Both boys had erections, major erections.  When the boys turned around
Arthur had to turn his back to them.

"Okay, fellas; it's over." Arthur announced in a professional manner as he
stood and removed his gloves.  Both boys looked at me and saw how hard I
was fighting not to laugh in front of them.  "You can see how small my
finger is and know how that felt.  Can you imagine what it would feel like
if you put something as big as your boy pole in there?  You can go in the
bathroom and there's tissue to clean yourselves."

The sight of the two of them walking towards the bathroom made it even
funnier.  Both boys walked like they had something huge stuck up their rear
end.  Both of them had their feet more than shoulder width apart and made
faces like they were going to die with each step as they felt the Vaseline
squishing in their cracks and their boyhood bouncing from side to side.
Arthur and I had to walk out of the room.

"Arthur, that was beautiful."

"Rick, you know I wouldn't do that for just anyone.  With these two boys,
they are so good, I just had to have a little fun with them.  The first
time is always a little traumatic for boys.  I think they may suspect that
you and I were playing with them."

"Oh, I'm sure Frank has figured it out and he'll tell Michael.  They'll act
all upset and want me to apologize by buying dinner out or something.  It
was worth every moment.  I'm just sorry I couldn't get it on tape."

                                       * * * *

The boys did figure it all out and I took us to a steak house where they
worked it for all they could.  Both had top-end steaks plus sides and
desert.  I knew it was their way of getting even with me.  I finally had to
tell them not to make themselves sick.  We wound up taking enough home for
dinner the next night.  Unfortunately, the food didn't last in the
refrigerator that long.  It managed to disappear around lunch time the next
day shortly after Sean came over.

When we got home I had two boys with belly aches.  They had eaten too much,
if that was possible.  I watched them a few minutes and realized they
really were hurting, so I suggested they do some type of physical activity,
such as swimming laps, to help their system get rid of the surplus.
Neither of them thought they could survive doing laps and continued to
complain.  I offered them a choice of laps or castor oil.  They swam side
by side.  Right after they got in the pool, the phone rang.

"Richard."  I was surprised.

"Mother.  Hi."

"Hi, yourself.  Are you and the boys still coming for Christmas?"  Mother
always got right to the point of her calls.

"Yes.  We've made the plane reservations and I'm still checking for
someplace to stay between Christmas and New Years.  I was looking for
something close to the ocean."

"Well, you are planning on staying here with me until after Christmas Day,
right?"

"Yes, actually I'm counting on it at the moment.  We may need to stay until
a couple of days after Christmas.  Since Christmas is on a Friday, most
places are booked through that weekend."

"Okay, that means you haven't booked anything for the following week;
that's good.  I had lunch with Patti the other day and told her you and the
boys would be here for the holidays.  She and Spencer are going to their
condo in Key West the day after Christmas and she offered to let you have
the use of her place on the ocean.  The boys would probably love it."

"You mean her mother's old house down in the preserve?"

"Exactly.  You've been there several times for parties.  She also has a hot
tub and pool, plus she offered the use of the jet skis."

"Mother, I don't know about that.  She has a lot of antiques in that house
and if something got broken, I wouldn't feel right."

"How about the guest house?  It's only a two bedroom, but should be plenty
big enough and she doesn't keep any heirlooms out there."

"That we could handle and I wouldn't worry so much.  Tell Patti we really
appreciate the offer and use of the guesthouse."

"Actually, I already have.  She's already given me the key."  Surprise,
surprise.  "Also, do you think you could work it out so the boys could come
a few days early?  I have some projects I'd like some help with and I know
they'd be a big help."

"Well, I don't know if it would be good for them to miss any school just to
help with projects.  However, I think it would be excellent for them, and
you, if you could have some extra time together.  How about if I send them
down three or four days early?"

"Well, I was thinking more along the lines of a week?  After all, I haven't
seen them since we lost Kathy until this past Thanksgiving."  I had to
laugh.

"I'll call the airlines now and make the arrangements.  Missing school is
nothing.  Both have excellent grades and that week is usually more play
than anything else.  Now, let me ask you something.  Do you want just the
boys or am I allowed to visit also?"  I was playing back on an inside joke
remembering when Mother would tell the boys they would one day be old
enough to visit without having to put up with the parents.

"I don't know, I'll have to think that one over."  Mother picked up on the
tease and I loved hearing the laugh in her voice.

While I talked with Mother, I watched the boys swimming laps.  Both of them
had been taught to swim at an early age and Frank was half fish.  Michael
always had trouble keeping up with his brother and used to get very
frustrated whenever Frank would out swim him.  It seemed to take forever to
get Michael to stop trying to compete and compare himself to his brother.
Before I finished talking with Mother, the boys climbed out of the pool and
I could see the goose bumps.  They headed straight for a warm shower.
Frank came out a few minutes later and I could tell from the redness of his
skin that they had taken a really hot shower.

"Hey, Dad.  Was that Grandma?"  Frank literally plopped down on the sofa
next to me.  I wrapped an arm around his shoulder and pulled him close.

"Yep.  She'd like for you and your brother to come down early.  You feelin'
better now?"

"Yeah.  Are we goin' down early?  All of us?"

"No, not all of us.  She didn't ask me to come early, just the two of you."
This made Frank happy.

"Hah!  See, you don't rate.  We do."

"Okay, smart ass.  Careful, I'll warm your butt up for ya."

"No you wouldn't; you love us too much to hurt us."  Frank then moved to
get up.  He turned and gave me a hug.  "Good night, Dad."

"Good night, son; sleep well.  Where's your brother?"

"He was gettin' a shower.  I guess he's in the room." Frank called back to
me as I watched his little butt bounce off.

                                       * * * *

I was standing in the shower, enjoying a nice hot needle-like spray across
my shoulders when I saw a silhouette through the steamed-up door; it was
Frank.  The boys rarely bothered me when I was showering, so I was
concerned.  I opened the door.

"Dad, somethin's wrong with Mikey.  He's upset about something; and won't
talk to me."

"Did the two of have an argument over something?"

"No, sir.  While I was sittin' with you he'd gotten out of the shower and
was lookin' at somethin' on the computer.  I went ta bed and the next thing
I knew, I heard him snifflin'.  When I asked him what was wrong he told me
to leave him alone."  I had to stop and think for a minute while I shut my
shower off and reached for a towel.

"You said he was on the computer.  Was he looking at something or reading
something?"  Frank thought a moment.

"Reading, but I don't know what.  Want me ta try and pull it up again from
history?"

"Try it.  I'll be right there."  I dried off Mikey style, wrapped the towel
around my waist and headed to the boys' room.

Frank was standing in front of the computer.  He pulled up the site using
the history.  When I saw what he had been reading, I just took a deep
breath.  Mike had always been the real sensitive one.  The site published
authoritarian stories and was coded for sadistic torture.  Worse, it
involved teens.  I sat on the side of Mike's bed.

"Michael?"  I called him softly while I tried to pull on his shoulder for
him to turn and face me; he resisted.

"Michael, look at me son.  What's wrong?"

"Nothin'.  I'm jus' bein' stupid.  I'm okay."

"I'm glad you think so.  Any time one of my boy's is upset like this, I'm
not okay.  How about indulging the old man who's made a habit of worrying
about you?"  He turned over and when he looked at me, I wanted to cry
myself.  This kid was really hurting.

"Dad, he was just a teenager, our age.  They made him a slave and you
wouldn't believe the shit they did to 'im.  His owner had a party and after
a lot of 'em got drunk they laid the kid on a table and tied him down.
Then they circumcised him and then pushed a needle through his nips and
ringed him.  They did it all without givin' 'im anything for the pain.  The
kid just screamed from the pain and begged for mercy; they just laughed at
him and filmed the whole thing.  Why?  Why would they do that to a kid?"

"Frank, pull that story up for me." I held on to Mike.  "Son, remember,
it's just a story.  It didn't really happen.  Think about it.  Could you
tell what country they were in?  Does that country have slavery?"

Frank let me know when he had the story up.  I could see him trying to read
part of it quickly until I tapped his hip for him to move.  A quick glance
at the codes told me it was a pretty sinister story.  I was glad at that
point that I took some speed reading courses.  I looked at the first two
chapters and realized what Mike had read.  This was a real work of trash
and I had no desire to read intimate details.  I jumped to the last chapter
and quickly scanned it until I found what I wanted.

"Mike, look at this, son; the last chapter.  The law stepped in because the
man was doing something illegal to minors.  The boy was set free and the
man's victim's split the ass- hole's assets.  It says here the kid moved on
with his life and became a professor and found his life's mate.  It worked
out for the kid."

The decent ending helped with Mike, but I could tell he was still
upset. Frank didn't say anything, but what he had seen did have some effect
on him.  I told both boys to come with me and took them into my room.
After Mike cleared his nose again I lay down and both boys joined me, one
on either side.

"I want both of you to realize something.  First, the story was fiction.
Second, I'm glad both of you care enough about people and what happens to
them to get upset over something like that.  Third, there's a reason they
have age limits on those sites.  I want both of you to promise me you won't
be looking at any more of that kind of story.  You can read stories, but I
want them to be about friends, fresh beginnings and love.  No more torture
stories.  Agreed?"

"Yes, sir."  Both boys lay with their head on my shoulders and had a leg
draped over me.  I had an arm wrapped over each of their backs and gently
rubbed them.  As we lay there talking I could feel both of them trying to
just meld right into me.  Somewhere I stopped rubbing their backs and had a
handful of soft teenage butt filling each hand.  It felt good to be holding
my boys like this and I wanted to do it more often, but under better
circumstances.

"You're both old enough to know this isn't a perfect world.  There may be
that kind of garbage really happening, but you don't need to be part of it.
There are people who get their jollies by inflicting pain on others and
people who get off having pain inflicted on them."

"It's called sado-masochism," Frank volunteered.

"Okay, so I'll assume you've both had a chance to know what it is?"  They
both nodded.  "Per chance, would either of you happen to get excited over
the thought of someone inflicting pain on your young bodies?"

"No way!" both boys hollered and then Mike added, "But you can tickle my
chestnut if ya want to.  That felt pretty cool.  Course, that's after you
hold us some more tonight."

My older son received a love pop on his butt for his comment and I heard
him giggle; I also heard his brother.  Both boys snuggled down then and I
had company for the night.  As I drifted off for the night I couldn't help
but wonder, like Michael, how anyone could even consider abusing a child.
How could anyone want to abuse what I had in my arms right now?

End Ch Nine

To Be Continued

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