Date: Tue, 2 Apr 2024 20:56:26 +0000
From: Dave A Bishop
Subject: Picking up Michael - Part 5

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Picking up Michael – Part 5


Dave A Bishop

Michael and I continued to see each other even more regularly, He told me
that John, his brother, was spending more nights with his girlfriend and it
was easier for him to stay with me. Naturally I was very happy for
this. Our sex sex life was going from strength to strength and we were now
both flexible with each other. Michael had found bottoming hard at first
always saying that he was sore afterwards but with lots of rimming and lube
and lots of gentle fucking he became used to it and enjoyed it. I think I
lost a couple of pounds with all the sex and its great eating ass, there's
no calories and mostly protein in sperm so I was happy too. Michael spoke
to me one day that he had never been happier having a daddy to care for him
and that he loved me dearly. I told him I felt the same and never wanted
our relationship to end. At the moment we were still hidden from my friends
but they were suspicious that I had someone as I had less contact with them
but they knew not to pry. Michael said that John was happier too because he
had a new girlfriend and they seemed to be getting on very well. Michael
said that John had moved most of his stuff to his girlfriends home. I asked
him if he had thought about doing the same. He hugged me again when I
suggested that.

I few days later I had coffee with one of my friends Alan, he was made up
about having a new much younger boyfriend. He told me that they had met at
a local cruising area and he had picked up the lad. The boy was in his
middle 20's tall and slim, not classically handsome but had a great body
and dick. He told me that the boy was a natural bottom and had been looking
for a daddy or even grand-daddy. He told me that the boy was not out to his
Glaswegian family of mother and younger brother. I thought that this boy
might be John and asked Alan if he had a pic of him. He laughed and said
yes but I wasn't allowed to see it as the boy was naked. Alan had taken it
when the boy was asleep on the bed. Naughty Alan. I told him to cover the
body and just show his face. After fumbling around with his phone Alan
showed me the boys sleeping face. I had not seen a picture of John but he
was his brother's double, just a year or two older. I controlled my
reaction and complemented the boys picture and told Alan that he was
lucky. Alan laughed and agreed. Alan said that he had a younger brother who
was straight and had a girlfriend, the brother was called Michael. John was
frightened about Michael finding out. This gave me a lot to think about as
I now knew the secrets held between the two boys.

Michael noticed that I was not my usual self over the next few days. I had
been more clingy to him. Michael has responded by holding and supporting me
but I couldn't tell him why I was not my usual self. I had to think through
how to handle the situation. I thought it best that both Michael and John
need to find out at the same time.

We continued having lots of sex. Michael wanted to bottom a little more and
I was happy to oblige. Eating him out and fucking him at every possible
occasion. One time Michael was face down with me eating him out and sucking
his dick pulled back though his legs. He was getting hotter and hotter and
begged me to fuck him. As I moved into position on top of him he let his
dick spring forward so that it was under his belly. He was open enough for
me to enter without resistance and I went slowly but firmly towards his
joy-button. Michael made that wonderful mewling sound that I love to hear
and I started work on massaging his insides & that joy-button. After a few
minutes of me pumping away he said that he was close to cumming but wanted
to last longer. I left his ass gaping wide and begging to be eaten again. I
feasted on him then he started to roll over and asked if we could
flip-flop. I fell to the mattress with my ass in the air and Michael began
to eat me, soon I was wide open and begging for his cock. Never, one to
disappoint Michael pushed me down and mounted me. His cock knew exactly
where to be and he went straight in balls deep. I moaned loudly as I felt
his cock open me all the way. I feeling I have never got tired of! Michael
was hitting my joy-button hard and I was loving it and begging him to fuck
me harder. He increased his pace and started to long dick me too. He kept
it up for a few minutes and started to sweat. He asked me if I wanted him
to cum I said that I would like to flip-flop a couple of times to heighten
our arousal. He jumped off me and through himself to the mattress with his
legs wide. I was in fast and hard, banging and long-dicking him. Michaels
mewling became loud groaning and sighing, "please daddy, fuck me, fuck me
harder" he gasped. I obliged and bounced him into the mattress. "Daddy I'm
going to cum". I stopped and said "There's only one place I want your cum
and that is my ass. Get to work boy and fill me up". Michael shrieked with
excitement and frustration as I had stopped him cumming he jambed into me
hard and deep. His cock swelled almost immediately and I could feel his
spunk filling me up and I loved every bit of it. Once he had stopped I
threw him off me and got inside him. Michaels ass had tightened up when he
had cum and I pushed firmly to get back inside. "Daddy, daddy make me take
it. Make me take your cock, I need your spunk in me. Give it to me. Make me
your boy again. Fuck me. Fuck me" Michael was barely coherent and I came
long and hard deep inside him. His ass was milking my cock as I came and he
tightened hard to hold me in.

Neither of us had cum so hard in a long while and we were spent. We rolled
apart, used the bed towel and rolled back together again. We just looked at
each other and started to laugh. I told him that I was so lucky to have
such a gorgeous boy to which Michael blushed. "If you think I'm gorgeous
its only because you've made me that way" he replied. I kissed him. "That
Scottish man didn't make me gorgeous, he broke me and John" Michael started
crying. Such is such strong emotions that they can swing so quickly. I
suppose there were going to be times when this boy would look back on his
past life. I stroked and comforted him. "Dave, I want to tell you
something". In bed Michael almost always called me "daddy" but he obviously
wanted to tell me something man to man as it were. I asked him what it
was. Michael looked down as if ashamed and mumbled a little. I lifted up
his head, kissed him gently and asked him to tell me anything.

A fuller story about his father's abuse of the boys came out. Apparently,
beating them with a tawse was only a part of it. When drunk he would start
to beat one of the boys, either of them, he didn't care. He start by
shouting and cursing them, belittling them until they cried and then he
would beat the boy for being soft and crying. This started this treatment
when they were in their early teens but he had beaten them from long
before. They had both started puberty and had both started
wanking. Michael, the younger, had just started to cum but he knew that
John had been cumming for a while now. Father would beat both boys and make
them strip naked, he would mock their boyhood endowments and slap their
penises with his hand. He would grab them by their penises and pull them
round the room together, one in each hand. Sometimes he would scratch them
with his dirty fingernails and they would bleed. When this happened he
would have and tell them it would stop them playing with themselves "the
dirty fucking wankers" he would call them. Both he and John would be
frequently humiliated by this. Mother was unable to protect her boys as she
would get a back hander too. Often mother had a black eye or cut
lip. Michael said he felt sorry for his mother as she had no power to help
herself or her boys. After being beaten by their father Michael and John
would hide in their bedroom – they shared – for comfort they would
share a single bed together just putting on their underwear as they had no
pyjamas. On one occasion their father had later gone into their bedroom and
found them asleep together in the same bed. He took the tawse to them again
until Michael fled to his own bed, he was beating across the room until he
hid under his covers while his father cursed them for being "fucking bender
queers". By this time Michael was sobbing in my arms. His process of
healing was only just starting, he felt, for the first time, that he could
tell someone about it.

I told him that I thought he was so brave to have carried this all for so
long and that his father was evil. I asked him if he and John ever spoke of
it. He said not but he knew John still had nightmares about it. I asked
Michael what happened with the nightmares, he said that even now he would
get into bed with John during a nightmare to calm him down and then sleep
with him. He told me that even asleep, John would hold and snuggle up to
him. I stroked Michael and then he laughed. I asked why he laughed, he told
me that although they slept in underwear they would always wake up with
boners sticking out of the top. He said that they never spoke about boners
as adults but had when they were boys. He said that they had compared as
youngsters and that John the elder had a bigger one at 7" but Michael had
noticed now that in their 20's he had outgrown his brother by an inch. I
asked him if he had ever mentioned it to John but he said that they both
had too much trauma in their childhood related to their penises to ever
tease each other about it as adults. Michaels smiled and said that other
than him being a bit longer than John their penises were identical both on
the slack and erect.

Following this conversation I decided that I had to get a plan together so
the boys could know about each other. I wasn't sure about Alan being
helpful so decided to sound him out.

Later that week Alan & I met for coffee. I told him I wanted to compare
notes on our boys! Alan thought we would be talking about sex with the boys
but I had another agenda. When we met I told Alan that my boy, I referred
to Michael as "Joe" had a problem and was having nightmares about his
childhood. Alan straight away responded that John had a problem too dating
back to his father beating him and his brother badly and that it was
difficult to settle John down when he was so upset. Alan told me that when
John was upset he could only be consoled by his brother Michael. Alan
showed a side of himself I had not seen before, he was caring but
frustrated in that he could not help John. I went quiet and pensive in
thought. Alan asked me what I was thinking about. I told him that I might
have an idea but it would need a lot of trust on Alan's part. I asked him
what his feelings were about John. Alan thought for a while and said that
when he had picked up John it was only for sex but over the couple of
months they had been seeing each other he had grown fond of John but he had
no long term plans in mind. I said that I had an idea to help that included
my boy but under no circumstances would I put my relationship with "Joe" at
risk: that risk being Alan's reaction to John. I told him that if he had
John's best interest at heart then I would tell him my idea but if not then
I would have to seek an alternative that did not include him. He got
defensive and asked me why I had an interest in John. I told him that Joe
knew him and was worried about him and that Joe needed to speak to John to
help him. Alan seemed to be OK and realised I had no ulterior motive. Alan
said that if John was "sorted out" it would help their relationship. I told
Alan to think about what I'd said and we would chat again in a few days. He
wanted to know why I didn't tell him my ideas now so I told him that I
needed to speak to "Joe" first and he was my primary concern.

I went home to speak to Michael; he was in the kitchen making something for
us to eat later. I kissed him "hello", told him I loved him and pinched his
bottom. I said that over dinner tonight I had something important to talk
about that was going to be good for both him and John and that I needed
just a little time to think about it before we spoke but reassured him that
whatever he would decide whether to go ahead or not. It would be his
decision alone. He looked concerned but I reassured him with I think I have
an answer that will help John and his nightmares and help him and John to
be closer again without fear of "coming out" to him.

Over dinner I asked Michael to tell me about John and his girlfriend, how
long they had known each other, how much time they spent together, what he
had said about his nightmares since they spent more nights
together. Michael said that John and "Lana" had been going out for a couple
of months, that they were spending a couple of nights together each week
and John seemed happy with her. He was still having nightmares and that
only he, Michael, could really settle him. He said that "Lana" was
supportive but didn't know how to help him. I told Michael that I knew who
"Lana" was and that we could help John by being truthful about our
relationship. Michael immediately said "No" he cant find out I'm gay, he
wont be able to handle it. I told him that there is important information
about "Lana" that he needs to know and that it will help him and John. "I
don't know know what you can tell me about Lana that would help, even if
you know her, what difference does it make to him and us. Please don't tell
them about us". Michael was really worried now and I held him and stroked
him. "Michael, I need to tell you something that is really helpful and wont
hurt you or John. It can only help and its about Lana". Michael settled a
little while I held him. He quietly whispered "OK" in my ear as I held him
tight. "I continued to hold him tight and whispered in his ear "OK baby
boy, I know Lana very well she is a friend of mine". "You know a 24 year
old girl? Is she the daughter of a friend?" Michael asked. "No I replied,
she is not the daughter of a friend, Lana is a friend of mine." I paused a
few seconds and continued "Lana is not a 24 year old girl – Alan is my
age." Michael pushed me away. "You cruel bastard he shouted – why did
you say that" he cried and shouted running to the bedroom away from me. I
gave him thirty seconds and followed him, he was crying and asked "How
could you be so cruel to me?" "Michael, baby boy, I have not lied to you,
John is not seeing a girl called Lana, he is seeing a friend of mine called
Alan. He is a good man but they are struggling because of John's
nightmares. Alan has shown me a photo of John's face. I can see he is your
elder double".

Michael started to calm down and asked if what I was saying was really
true. I said that it was and that he should have no fear in coming out to
them. I told him that Alan did not know that he was my boy. I told him that
I had used the name "Joe" for him. Michael could not believe that John was
gay as he had hidden it so well. I countered him by responding "Like you?"
"I suppose so" said Michael. "I think we need to come out to John" said
Michael. "Yes, baby boy, I think we do but will you let me organise it or
would you prefer to tell him." "I think I want to tell him but will you be
with me when I do?" naturally I agreed, I thought I might need to support
Alan too.

Alan had spoken to John and told him that he wanted him to meet a friend of
his, Dave, who might be able to help him with his nightmares. John was
hesitant but ultimately agreed thinking I was some kind of therapist. We
agreed to meet the next day in a local park. The sun was shining and it was
lovely and warm. Michael and I arrived but suddenly he had cold feet. I
told him to wait in the car and I would come and get him when the time was
right, if the time was not right I would call it off. Michael agreed and
waited in the car. I met Alan and John and we started to talk. I told them
that I could help with Johns nightmares and that I knew that there was only
one person who could calm him when so upset. "Yes" said John "Alan told you
about my brother". I told him that Alan had told me he had a brother" I
told them that I also had a young boyfriend. John was surprised that I was
gay but said that I had been gay all my adult life. I told him that
although I did not have a supportive family that I had got away from the
family and that I had always had good friends to help me.

John and Alan were getting a little anxious so I suggested that it was time
for them to meet the one person who could really help. Alan asked "Do you
mean Joe?" I replied "Yes, sort of. Just hold your horses and all will
become so very clear. I rang Michael and said that now was the right time
and he should come along to join us. "Yes baby boy, trust me John is
waiting for you". I got an "OK". Within a couple of minutes Michael
appeared to John and Alan. "Johnny" Michael hugged his brother. "Mikey"
John replied and hugged him back "I didn't want you to find out like this."
Alan looked confused. I apologised to Alan and told him that "Joe" was
really Michael, John's brother. The boys hugged so tightly for so long, I
think they both shed a tear. I suggested to Alan that he and I go to the
nearby cafe for a coffee leaving the two boys together. I told the boys to
spend some time together while we daddies have a coffee. Michael would ring
me when they wanted us to come back.

While drinking coffee I told Alan that I had recognised John from the pic
he showed me and that by doing so he had caused the healing to start for
John. Alan was shocked really.

After 20 minutes my phone rang and Michael asked us to come back to
them. Michael and John were sat together on the park bench. They excitedly
told us that they were so happy to have come out together. I suggested that
we all have dinner together at ours so Alan took John home and Michael and
I did the same.

Later, that evening the two came round and the boys never stopped talking
and laughing about lying to each other about girls and sex and teased each
other as only brothers could. Alan and I looked on and enjoyed our boys
happiness. What interested me was the almost constant physical contact the
two boys shared; touch arms, hands, shoulder and faces when they were
talking it was all so loving and caring. At the end of the meal the boys
started to whisper to each other and Michael said that he would ask me. I
asked what they were talking about. Michael said that he wanted to spend
the night sleeping with his brother and could they spend the night together
in our spare room. I said that I had no problem at all with that but that
John ought to talk to Alan about it, perhaps in private. Michael and I
decided to start the washing up in the kitchen leaving them some
privacy. After a few minutes Alan came though to the kitchen to say that
the day had been one hell of an eye opener and that he was going home
leaving John here. He asked if I would bring John home in the morning. I
gave Alan a goodbye hug and John did the same "what no good night kiss my
Johnny?" asked Alan. John blushed and looked at his brother. Michael just
came straight over to me and kissed me lovingly on the lips. John laughed
and then kissed Alan just as passionately. John said "I Never knew it could
be so good!"

I decided to finish the kitchen on my own and asked Michael to show John
the bathroom and the spare room. I didn't see them again until
morning. Michael later told me that John had a peaceful sleep in his arms.