Date: Sun, 14 Nov 2010 10:23:35 -0500 (EST)
From: Kevinmjo@aol.com
Subject: FATHER/SON HISTORY CLUB

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KEVIN  KELLY AUTHOR
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My Dad was one man who never could or would be  accused of running on a
single track.  The man was famous among us all for  juggling many and various
things all at the same time and by God pulling them  all off to perfection.
Doug as we all called him even me his only son,  had three offices in the
one three story building.  The first floor was his  real estate brokerage.
Second floor was his home remodeling company and the  third floor was his
restaurant business offices for the four restaurants he  owned.  They say he
kept in such great shape mostly by going up and down  the stairs between the
three all day.
     Doug ( Dad ) kept his  straw blond hair in a thick curly pompadour
circa 1950's His Irish good  looks and blue eyes all came together with his
unusual business attire. That  attire for Doug was a form fitting T-shirt that
looked like it was painted on  his body. Showing off his fantastic ABS and
round  muscular pecs.  His  45 inch pec's accentuated by his wash board ABS
and then that slim flat 29 inch  waste.  Blue jeans that showed off his hot
round ass.  While he  insisted all others in the three offices came to work
dressed in proper suits  and the lady's in business dress he like to run up
and down the stairs in his  casual clothes and the many customers seemed to
like the approachable  relaxed no pretense Doug.
     I was a 15 year old from  a broken home when Doug adopted me as a
single Parent. My Parents both on drugs  had abandoned me in one of Doug's homes
then rented. I was alone for three weeks  and eating mostly from scraps I
got from the neighbors trash  really.
Doug was then only 25 years old himself he'd shown  up to do the eviction
with the sheriffs men and found me there alone and  frightened to death of
going into a home.
   I remember Doug coming over to me and  looking me up and down and
stepping back and saying .
" Kid, They left you here all alone? look at you  boy you look like you
could be my kid brother."
He turned then to the lady for the Children's  protection agency saying.
" Mary what the hell is going to happen to this  kid?

Mary looked at me and said. " Well I suppose I'll  take him now to the
agency and then its a foster home for little Doug  here."

Doug turned back to me and  said
" Hey your names Doug too?  And fuck kid you  look like me so much.  I
don't have any kids may be if your ok with it you  and I can be like Father and
son?  would you like  that?

I was so afraid of going into foster care as my  parents had always
threatened me to keep me in line with my going to horrible  foster care. But even
as a Kid of 15 i knew Doug at 25 was way too young for  that to happen. I
knew or thought I knew, the agency wouldn't allow that to  happen.  What I
didn't know was the power Dough held in this town. it  happened and that was all
four years ago. I am now 19 and Doug all of  29.
     The last four years I was  at Doug's side mostly every moment of every
day and it was a fantastic and  action packed life growing up with my hero
and secretly the man of my homosexual  dreams.  Four hours a day five days a
week I was home schooled by hired  tutors a whole team of them and the rest
of the day I was Doug's right hand boy  at his side in all deals learning
the business's. He was Doug and I was  Doug j. short for Doug jr.
     Sexually nothing ever  happened as much as I wanted to have it happen.
That is between Doug and myself.  I knew I was into men from my early years
and I was happy when I was allowed to  have friends sleep over and we'd get
into messing around in my bed alone in my  room. During the day I was all
man like my mentor Doug. walking the walk by his  side and then by night on
weekends I was the slut whore in bed with my  friends.  I wanted to and
needed to try it all. All two Teens could do.  Sucking their cocks and loving the
taste of hot cum juice and licking cum filled  hairy balls. Then I
progressed into letting my hot teen friends fucking their  fat cocks into my boy
pussy and giving me load after load of teen cum.  All  week I would be seeing
Doug walking around in just his white briefs and white  socks and dream of
touching and sucking his big ass cock but that was I knew too  much to ever
hope for.
      I turned 18 and  Doug would then leave me alone on weekends with my
stay over friends while he  went to the next town and did his paling around
and drinking, never coming home  even near drunk but feeling no pain as they
say.
   One night whole Doug was out but I  had no friend over I was laying in
bed and just happened to see a small opening  in the dropped ceiling of my
room. I got curious and pushed open the dropped  ceiling to find a camera and
a wire. I followed the wire to Doug's room next  door and traced it to his
computer. I knew how to get into his computer and I  did that. I sat there
shocked out of my balls.  I counted no less then  forty short films of me and
one or the other of my over night friends in my room  fucking and sucking
each other.
  I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Doug  had been spying on my all
this time and worse Doug knew I was queer.  Why  had Doug never said anything
for or against what I was doing?  Was he just  being modern and letting what
I like be my business? or was there more to  it.  my cock was getting hard
looking at the films and knowing Doug had  been looking at them too.
   I heard the front door open and  quickly got the computer back to where
it was and tip toed back into the hall  between our rooms as Doug came up
the steps.
   There at the top of the steps stood  my Dad, my mentor and the object of
my homosexual lust. Looking oh so sexy as  always, His ABS flexing as he
walked to me down the  hall.

I was in a state of total confusion and conflict  as Doug walked towards me
he was smiling his handsome smile and strangely his  one hand was down
touching and feeling his own balls.

" Glad you up Kid. I heard of a great new club  today while I was out and I
think we would both love it Doug  j."

I was with my eyes frozen on his hand still  massaging his balls and the
his cock which looked to be  growing.

" Really Doug? I stammered still looking at his  hand on his cock. " Ah
what kind of club is that?

Doug was up within inches of my face now really  into my personal space and
I could almost feel or thought I could the heat from  his now hard cock.

" Its called the Spartans' Its a group of Fathers  and sons kind of a
history club who go out camping in the woods all dressed as  Spartans.  They eat,
live and carry on like the Spartans would in the days  of old.
would you like that Doug  j?

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