Date: Tue, 21 Apr 2009 21:12:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jacques Longshore <scamper10002@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gay Feelings Exposed / Chapter 8 / Part 1 / Installment 8

This a fictional story, based on a 100% true feeling.  I write this story,
in hopes that many males who read this -- can "finally" understand where
their "gay feelings" may have come from, and why they feel this way.  I do
this, in hopes that others can benefit from my thoughts, and figure out
what they are missing in life, and may be able to decide on how to fix
things.  From this, males may be able to better decide what to do about
their "ill feeling" -- so they can start living a better life.

This is Chapter Eight, the eighth- of many more chapters, I plan on
writing.  The past seven chapters are based more on situations that could
happen.  From this chapter, and beyond, it becomes more of "the way I wish
things were."  ...

I think, "I need to stop him ..." and then again, I think, "This is too
erotic to stop ..."

I put my hands under both boys' shirts ... and continue to softly massage
them with just my fingertips.

5 minutes later, and I notice that Ted has suttlely sped up his humping
... then he stops -- with his thicker 4-inch super hard erection thrust
into my thigh for about 10 seconds ... and I can feel it throb through his
pants.  I didn't feel any moisture, so I guess he had a very long, intense
and emotional dry cum.

I feel Ted turn his head towards my inner chest ... and in a few seconds --
can hear Ted quickly fall fast asleep -- his breathes becoming increasingly
longer.

I look over at Tom, who is still fast asleep.  I don't think Tom saw any of
the jerking of his brother ... nor did he feel any of his humping motions.

... "And Doc, that's exactly how it happened.  It's getting very hard
... with Ted biting at me."

Doc responded, "I have been doing some more research."

"Oh Yeah ?"

"Yes.  Several things ..."

"I'm listening ..."

"Do you remember when you were 12 ?  You said that Ted is 12, right ?"

"Yeah ..."

"When you were 12 ... do you remember ever wanting to be sexual with anyone
?"

"No ... but I think Ted is wanting to be ..."

"What if Ted's actions are not sexual ... but he is actually acting on
12-year-old curiosity ?"

Doc continues, "Yeah ... he humped your leg ... and he may have had a dry
orgasm ... "

"You told me that his Dad had passed away 2 years ago ... so I would guess
he hadn't had much male bonding with any other male ... whom he feels close
to -- like his Dad."

"Yeah ... you may have a point there."

"Maybe in his mind ... he looks at you as someone whom he thinks he can be
close to ... and emotionally love.  With Ted only being 12-years-old ... I
don't think he's got that much sexual experience with girls."

"As a male child grows up, the enjoyment he receives from being hugged,
somehow, is mentally converted into enjoyment he receives from having
orgasms."

"He still loves to be touched, rubbed and messaged ... but his emotional
feeling now grows -- and when he reaches about 15 or 16 ... he realizes
that this rubbing, touching and messaging he once enjoyed as a young child
to a young teenager -- he now can experience in an orgasm."

"Doc ... you are so right."

"I have done a bit more research."

"Go on."

"It is natural and normal for Dads and sons to be `sexual' with each other
-- and it not be deemed abuse."

"Dads do this with their sons ?"

"Not all dads.  I think the world would be a much better place for sons to
grow up in -- if Dads took their sons' parenting skills a lot more
seriously ... and spent more time with making sure their sons understand
the make-ups of sex ... I think the world would be a better place to live."

"Isn't that the truth ?"\

"OK ... but I suspect Ted will probably try humping my leg again.  It is
very hard for me, to not just want to yank his shorts down -- and show him
what an excellent dry orgasm really feels like."

The doc starts to laugh, "Yeah ... but you being in the role model position
you are in ... I don't know if that would be so bad."

"What ?"

"From the action of Ted humping your leg ... I would guess that he had
already decided `in his own mind,' that you have replaced his Dad."

"You've got to be kidding."

"No ... I am being totally serious.  I would even go further to say that he
wants to learn about sex from you.  Because of the pain he has experienced
from losing his Dad, at times ... he may do `sexy' things with you ..."

"Yeah ? ..."

"Don't be too restrictive on responding to his `sexy actions.'  His `sexy
actions' may be his way of asking you to help him understand sex.  If the
situation calls for it ... I would think being open with him, in a sexual
way, may be what he seeks."

"I think we have spoken more than 45 minutes.  I can see my light on, which
means I have other clients waiting their turn."

"Oh sure, Doc.  You have me a lot of information.  Thank you."

"You're welcome.  I hope my advise does you good.  Just remember use your
`sexual responses' in good taste."

"I will."

The doctor walks me to the door, opens it and watches me leave.

As I drive back home, I think about the world of possibilities I have
laying at my feet.  Ted is only 12 ... and Tom is 2 years younger than he
-- so he, eventually, may want similar information.

I pull into the complex's carport, and as I drive to my spot ... I can see
Ted waiting for me.

As I pull the car to a stop, I grab the door handle -- and stop motion to
think, "OK ... here goes."

I open the door, and say, "Hey Ted."

Ted responds, "Hey."

I walk towards the elevator, and as I get to where Ted is ... he reaches
for my hand.  We look at each other, and smile.  We walk hand-in-hand to
the elevators in silence.

As we ride the elevator, I place my hand on the bare skin of Ted's neck.  I
snoogle my fingers, and he cringes his neck back looking up at me -- and
smiles.

"Where were you ?"

"I had another visit at the doctor's office."

"Talk about anything good ?  Was it about me ?"

I respond, "Well, the doctor did bring you up.  And, it was about good
things."

Ted says, "Good."

At that, the elevators doors open.

Ted runs off to his apartment, and yells back, "Let's go swimming."

I respond, "Sounds good.  I'll get my bathing suit, and meet you down at
the pool in about 10 minutes."

Ted says, "Good," and his door closes.

I walk to my apartment, undress ... quickly put on a swim suit and t-shirt
... and walking back out the door, think, "Show time."



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