Date: Sat, 14 May 2022 18:58:59 -0400 From: James Karvonen Subject: Andy's Story. The Search for Meaning - 1 This is my fifth submission to Nifty. I received a lot of positive feedback on my last submission, Brother Swap Time, and a few readers even hoped that I would continue the story. This story is a story within my last story. It Happened during the Gay Pride Parade will look into the life of Andrew St. Monk other wise know to Kevin as Andy the 16 year old British teenager that befriended him during the Gay Pride Parade in Atlanta Ga back when Kevin was 10 years old Andy was 14. Andy was the one who taught Kevin everything he knew then afterwards Kevin went on to teach and demonstrate some of those techniques to his little brother Gary, Jason and Ricky. This story will look into Andrews boyhood as a single child after the divorce that took place between his father who is bisexual and his mother then explore in depths the relationship that he had with his father and his father's boyfriend then later on with Kevin until the time that Kevin and his family moved to North Georgia two years later. Hope you enjoy the story and if you can please donate to Nifty to keep this website alive. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ It was perhaps the saddest day of my life. My little friend and lover Kevin was moving, leaving Atlanta forever. His family was moving to some small town in North Georgia up near the mountains, mainly to get away from city life from what Kevin told me. I met Kevin at a Gay Pride Parade that marched down Peachtree Street two years ago. He was 10 years old, I was 14. I had known Kevin for close to two years now and he had given me more love and support then anyone else ever had for a boy his age. For two years I devoted my life to him and he devoted his life to me. He is 12 years old now and has a little 10 year old brother named Gary who I had never met before. Being a 16 year old gay teenager living in Atlanta's prominent gay community there was no way I could have ever gone to the house where he lived just off of Ponce De Leon Avenue to be with him without leading up to some sort of controversy. So I wasn't there to say goodbye to him when he and his family finally made the move. I promised that as soon as I got my driver's license I would drive up to North Georgia to visit him. He didn't have an address yet but he told me that as soon as he got that address he would send it to me. It's been three months now since his family left so I doubt seriously I would get that address now. Anyway, I want to tell you my story, about the two year relationship that l had with Kevin from the day I first met him at the Gay Pride Parade in Atlanta until the day he left my life forever. But first I want to tell you a little about myself, and my father along with his lover named Matt who introduced me to the gay life style and sex. Matt moved in to live with my father shortly after after the divorce five years ago. All these experiences that I'm about to share with you led up to me being the way I am today, Gay and proud. It's a long story to say the least but hopefully my story will give you readers a better understanding of who I am and the type of person I will be tomorrow. My story is going to be detailed and graphic so if incest between father and son, a fathers lover and the love shared between a teenage boy and preteen boy turns you off it would be best to stop here and not to read into my story any further. To begin with I was 9 years old when my parents divorced. Apparently my mum found out that my father was having a secret affair with a gay man named Matt who lived over in the Buckhead area of Atlanta. My father was bisexual for if he wasn't bisexual I wouldn't be here right now telling you my story. Both of my parents were originally from England. They moved to Atlanta from London back in 2004 before I was born. Being a prominent businessman working in marketing sales, the company that my father worked for in London had a position open in Atlanta. That position was offered to him. After talking it over with my mum he decided to take that position because not only was there a substantial salary increase but the company that my father worked for offered to pay for his apartment in Atlanta as well. That was an offer that my father could not refuse. So in 2005 my parents moved from London to Atlanta. I was born at Piedmont hospital on October 31, 2006. I don't remember all that much about my early childhood but when I was old enough school I was sent to Woodrow Academy in the Buckhead area of Atlanta which was one of Atlanta's most exclusive private schools that only rich kids could attend. I was a good student into sports especially soccer which was England's national sport, and well liked by my peers. So basically I was living the good life. But that all came to an end when my parents divorced back in 2015. When the divorce became final I was only 9 years old. I was an only child because for whatever reason after my birth my mum couldn't have anymore children. After the divorce there was a court battle over who would have custody over me, but my mum was somewhat unstable and very emotional especially after she found out about my father's secret lover. My father won that battle and my mum decided to move back to England. When my mum left for England she said that she never wanted to see either me or my father ever again and so that ended that story. After the divorce my father hired a nanny to take care of me when he was working or when he went on his frequent business trips. Nana was a woman in her 60s named Nana. She was cool and we did get along okay. She would do all the cooking, housekeeping and laundry while my father was gone and basically acted like the mother that I once had who abandoned me. My father didn't introduce me to Matt until about a year later when I was 10 years old, so this is where my story actually begins. My father was in his mid 40s, Matt was 25, a graduate student who attended Georgia Tech right across the downtown connector from the apartment complex that we lived in. He met Matt at a gay bar off of Ponce De Leon Avenue not far from the apartment that we lived in. I remember the day clearly when my father introduced me to Matt. Nana had just finished cooking dinner for us when my father came home with Matt. "Dad." I shouted when my father walked through the door. He usually never came home for dinner during the week so this was a rarity for him. Like I usually would do I would jump into his strong arms to give him a hug and a kiss. He gave me a hug and a kiss on my forehead back. "How are you doing pet?" He asked relishing my embrace. "Very good sir." I replied. It was then that I noticed a good looking man standing behind him. He was tall and slender with blue eyes, shoulder length blonde hair, and a smooth unblemished face, a typical Scandinavian. My father dropped me back down on the floor then turning to Matt proudly said, "Matt I would like to introduce you to my son who is the light of my life, Andrew." "Andrew, eh. Your father has told me a lot about you. It's so good to meet you lad." Matt beamed. He extended his hand to me. I went ahead and took it. His grip was firm and tight sending warm feelings up my spine. "I rather be called Andy." I heard myself say. I didn't liked to be called Andrew because it made me sound to much like a butler. "Then so be it, Andy it will be then." Matt winked. "Nana, I hope you have enough food for us. We hadn't had anything to eat yet." "I will put on a couple more steaks for you two." Nana said. Looking at me my father then said, "The reason why I brought Matt over here this evening is because I want you to get to know Matt better. In a couple of weeks he will be moving in with us." What my father had just told me had caught me off guard taken me completely by surprise. "Moving in, where will he sleep? We only have two bedrooms in this apartment?" I asked. "We'll talk about it later after dinner." My father answered. Talk about what? I was really confused now. "Yes, you'll probably will like what we have to say." Matt said. All through dinner questions were racing through my mind. Matt seemed to be a nice person from what I could tell. During the evening meal we talked about anything and everything. He asked me a lot about myself, what I my interests were, what hobbies I had, what sports I like to play? I answered all the questions that he asked me but still I was somewhat apprehensive about all this. I really didn't want to have someone other then my father living here with us. That would take a lot of his attention off of me. And then it occurred to me, was Matt one of the reasons why my parents got a divorce? But that was one question that I couldn't ask, not now, not ever. Before my parents divorced they argued a lot especially at night sometimes keeping me awake. There were many times that I would lie on my bed listening to them argue. Though I never actually heard Matt's name mentioned there was always that other man that mum would keep bringing up. Could Matt have been that other man that she always would refer too? Maybe I would get some answers after dinner? I hoped. After dinner, we retired too the living room to chat while Nana cleaned up the dining room area and the kitchen. My father started off by saying,"You probably have a lot of questions about Matt, don't you son?" I looked over at Matt. He smiled at me. Taking a deep breath I nodded. "I've known Matt for about three years now. He's very special to me. As I mentioned to you earlier, he's a graduate student at Georgia Tech. He's having some financial issues right now and because of that I decided to let him move in with us. He'll be sleeping with me in the master bedroom. "That sounds okay with me, I guess." I said rather warily. "That's good, I'm sure that you and Matt will get along just fine." Dad reassured me. "Maybe we can do some things together sometimes when you're father's not home. Have you ever been to that Atlanta Aquarium or the Zoo in Grant Park?" Matt asked. "My school has taken me too both of those places on field trips a couple of times." I said. "What about to a Braves game or an Atlanta Falcon football game?" "No, but sometimes I would like to go to one of those games." I said eagerly. "Great! Maybe when your father is not here and we're alone together I'll take you to one of those games." Matt promised. It sounded good to me, I thought. And so it was decided, Matt would be moving in with us. A week later the move happened. For the next few weeks it was business as usual with no real change in my daily routine and order. I rarely seen Matt or my father during the day but at night they would usually be there together. About three weeks after Matt moved with my father something happened that would change my life considerably. It was a little after 1:00 in the morning. I woke up with an aching bladder and a piss bone which told me that I had to use the bathroom. Dressed only in a pair of white cotton briefs I left my room and headed down the hallway to the bathroom. I passed my father's room. The doorway was closed but I could hear something going on inside the room. What I heard sounded like some moaning and gasping. I went on to the bathroom to relieve my aching bladder. When I finished my piss bone was gone. Passing my father's bedroom going back to my room the moaning and groaning in the room was still going on. Curiousity had gotten the better of me. What were they doing? I wondered. This time I paused. I thought about cracking the door open a little and peeking in to see what was going on inside the room. I realized that I probably shouldn't do that because if I got caught I could get into a lot of trouble. The trust factor would be that I had with my father would be broken. But curiousity kept getting the better of me. I didn't know whether the bedroom door was locked or not but against my better judgement I was about to find out. Taking hold of the door knob I slowly turned it. The door was unlocked. Taking a deep breath I cracked the door open a little then peeked in. For a brief second I just stood there was stunned by what I saw. My father and Matt were having sex together and what they were doing really blew my mind. Both of them were butt ass naked. Matt was lying on his back with both hands grabbing the back of my father's head. His legs were bent at my father's hips. My father was straddling Matt at his ankles between Matt's splayed legs. His left hand was wrapped around Matt's lower shaft pumping the veiny thick shaft up and down. From what I could see Matt's thick erection looked to be at least 7" in length if not more. Kneeling over Matt my father actually had his moist lips wrapped around the bulbous helmet shaped head of Matt's circumcised erection. I could actually hear him sucking and slurping wetly around Matt's upper shaft. My father was performing oral sex on Matt. I had heard about oral sex otherwise known as blowjobs in school before but had never actually seen it. For whatever reason it became sexually arousing for me because I felt my penis slowly beginning to lengthen again beneath the tight briefs that I was wearing. And this time it was no piss bone, it was something else. My father and Matt really seemed to be going at it. I Matt was really moaning and gasping now. His lean nude body was squirming and arching a little on top of the bed. "Oh yes! Oh yesss!" He cried out squirming even more. My father's lips were moving up and down around him even faster now leaving Matt's shaft glistening with saliva. As I watched I felt a slight tingle in my loins. My dick was beginning to itch a little especially around the glans. I subconciously pushed my right hand down underneath the front of my briefs and started rubbing myself sliding my foreskin up and down around my now ultra sensitive glans with hopes of relieving that warm rising itch within. My shaft flexed puffing outwards a little between my rubbing fingertips. As I watched and rubbed myself my breathing became deeper and more drawn out. It felt as if my slender shaft was getting even harder and even more sensitive. The tingling that I had been feeling earlier started intensifying even more especially around the moist glans. "I'm going to cum!" I heard Matt cry out in the bedroom. I watched as my father lifted his mouth off of Matt's saliva dripping beet red erection. Unlike me and my father, Matt was circumcised. His helmet shaped head glistened with saliva and other fluids. Even though my father had lifted his mouth off of Matt's erection he kept pumping Matt's shaft up and down with his enclosed fist this time even faster. I watched as Matt's body shook with his first inner tremor that shot through his loins. A second later Matt's erection started pulsing away rapidly between my father's enclosed pumping fist. Jets of thick white cum spurted high into the air that arched back down on Matt's heaving chest and stomach. More cum spilled out over my father's enclosed pumping fist. As I watched and rubbed the pleasant tingle that I had been feeling all along rose suddenly rose rapidly to an almost intense warm itch. And then it happened. My erection started acting just like Matt's erection had done only seconds ago. It started jackhammering away rapidly between my fondling fingertips rapidly as if it had a mind of its own. Little did I know back then was that I was having my very first orgasm. At 10 years old I was still hairless. My balls only recently had dropped down into my sack. Because of that my orgasm was an intense dry one because my newly dropped balls could not produce any cum yet. That would happen later on in my life. But the orgasm I just had was something that I would never forget. I didn't really know exactly what happened back then but after giving it some thought I realized that it was something that I wanted to experience again and again whenever the mood would arise. Quickly I moved from my now soft penis out from the front of my briefs. Quietly I closed the bedroom door then headed back down the hallway too my room. Slipping into my bed I pulled my sheet and blanket over me. I found myself wondering if what I had just observed was something that been going on between my father and Matt for a while? Could this have been one of the reasons why my parents got a divorce? With what I had just observed it had been quite a night for me. I still couldn't believe that what I had just seen going between my father and Matt in the bedroom had actually happened. And that concerned me a little. Why did I get so sexually aroused watching my father and Matt doing those things together? I asked myself. I was really feeling confused about all those things that I observed. And then another thought popped into my mind. Could I be gay? I wondered. Even at 10 years old I knew what being gay was. I seen enough of it at the apartment complex I lived in, men holding hands with other men, men kissing and so forth. Living in the heart of the Gay community in Atlanta that was a common everyday occurrence. In the private school that I attended most of my peers had started to discover girls and a lot of times that was all that they would talk about. Girls with big tits, or what it would be like to make out with a girl or even fuck a girl. When I was 10 years old I really had no interest in girls. I was more into sports or comradeship with other boys that wasn't sexual. Anyway with all these thoughts surging through my mind I decided that I really didn't want to think about that anymore. When finally I did fall asleep, I had this dream. I dreamt that I was in bed with my father and Matt and Matt was sucking me off just like I seen my father doing to him earlier that evening when I had been spying on them. My father was on the other side of me kissing my face and lips. His hand was gently running my stomach and chest, his fingers every now and then toying with my rigid little pink nipples. And I was enjoying it whole heartedly and wanted more. When I woke up from that dream early the next morning I had an erection, which led me to another thought. What could that dream have meant? Could this be a glimpse into the future of things of things yet to come? Within the next couple of months I would eventually find out.....