Date: Sun, 13 Jul 2014 16:58:39 +0000
From: Brad <bradgoodman30@hotmail.com>
Subject: I Wish I Knew - Chapter 5

This story involves consensual sexual relationships between males of
different generations.  It may include relationships between adult males,
young men, teens and adolescents.  This story is completely fictional.  Any
resemblance to people, names or situations living or dead is completely
coincidental.  This story will include graphic depictions of
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So I appreciate all the people that emailed me about this story last week.
Clearly there were a lot more people reading it then I thought.  So here is
Chapter 5 with a Chapter 6 already partly written and to be posted next
week.  I promise that the next chapter will include some very fun scenes
and some answers left from the questions still lingering after this one.
Feedback is appreciated and can be sent to bradgoodman30@hotmail.com

I Wish I Knew Chapter 5

By: Brad Goodman


Sitting around the picnic table at David and Adam's campsite we were all
talking about how David and I had just narrowly avoided being caught by a
camper not with our group.  At 23 years old, I had just avoided being
discovered after having the most incredible sex of my life with a 12 and
half year old boy in the public showers.  The boys and I were dressed in
our dry swim suits and watching as people from the group began returning
from the paddleboats.  The excitement and bliss still on our faces from our
incredible sexual romp which had just ended minutes before.  We saw Barrett
and his parents return and he quickly joined us as we changed the
conversation to the impending volleyball game.

Soon my parents came back walking with Ben and his family.  I noticed Ben's
mother and mine talking like they were old friends.  Ben came bounding up
to us and sat down quickly joining in on the conversation about the
volleyball game and other innocuous topics.  It was only abut 3:00pm and
the game was not set to begin until 4:00pm so we had some time to kill.  I
suggested we throw a football around and Barrett ran to his camper to get
it.  As we waited for him to return, I saw that Ben's parents were having a
lively discussion and they kept staring at me.

I became self conscious wondering if Ben had said something to them about
our activity.  I could see them speaking to one another using hushed voices
but his dad kept pointing at me and arguing with his wife.  My mind began
to fill with scenarios of Ben telling his parents about me giving him a
blow job this morning.  My stomach felt sick and I did not feel like
playing football with the boys anymore.  Finally, the two seemed to reach
some sort of agreement and then they looked directly at me.


Ben's parents walked over to us and they asked if I would be kind enough to
help them gather some firewood for later that night.  His mother mentioned
that she had seen some fallen branches and trees as they drove into the
camp grounds the day before that would be perfect.  I agreed and we loaded
into their Blue Chevy Tahoe and then drove off towards the exit where she
had seen the potential firewood.  I was somewhat relieved because I thought
they were discussing me helping them and not anything I had done with Ben.

It only took about 10 minutes to reach the destination and I thought
everyone in the vehicle was awfully silent as we headed there.  We got out
of the SUV and then proceeded to a spot where there were a lot of branches
and fallen trees.  I began surveying what would be good to take back when
Ben's mother approached me.

"Hi Brad" she began.  "I know we really haven't met but my name is Sheila."

"Nice to formally meet you" I told her.

The woman shook my hand and then proceeded.  "Ben Sr. and I wanted to get
you alone to talk with you about BJ.  He is a special boy and we understand
he has special needs."

I was puzzled by this statement because the boy did not seem to have
special needs at all.  I began to wonder if he was ADD or ADHA or if it was
something more serious like HIV or AIDS.  Unfortunately, being young and
having just had oral sex with their son had my mind go to this assumption,
albeit unreasonable or highly unlikely.

My mind raced and I mumbled out "Special needs?"

"Yes, sort of" the woman replied.  "We know BJ is gay and we know he likes
young, fit and strong men such as yourself."


My mouth dropped open and I felt like I was going to throw up.  Nothing
good was about to come from this conversation.  I just stood there staring
off into the trees and hoping she didn't say what I knew she was about too.

"I am a research psychologist that has worked on several studies involving
gay youth and some others involving alternative sexuality.  I have seen the
signs in BJ since he was a small boy and in the past few years we have seen
the pictures and websites he looks at online.  Ben Sr.  even caught him
masturbating to a picture of a nude young man that looked very much like
you."

I looked at Ben's father and he seemed to be staring me down.  The calm
demeanor that Sheila discussed all this seemed to be lost on the man who
was infuriated with me.  I felt my stomach turning in knots as I felt I
could be sick at any moment.


"So we know he wants to be sexually active with a nice smart and funny
young man like you but we are not comfortable with such things happening.
Do you understand?"

I shook my head no but I was pretty certain I did completely understand the
woman.  Ben's father rushed up and yelled in my face.

"You think I am stupid or something.  I saw your cum all over the floor in
Ben's shower you son of a bitch."  The man said angrily.

"Calm down Ben!" Sheila interjected.

"No, you said it was shampoo."  I sputtered out.

"Shampoo!" the man screamed.  "You must think I am really stupid!  I know
cum when I see it.  Did you fuck my son?"

I shook my head from side to side saying "no" over and over.

Sheila stepped in between the thin bald man and I and placed a hand on his
chest.  "Relax, Ben don't get too worked up.  Remember what the doctor said
about your blood pressure."

The man took several deep breaths and took a couple of steps back.

"Brad, I spent this morning talking with your mother and Geri and they
speak very highly of you.  In fact, Diane (Adam and David's mother) as well
as everyone from your church group spoke of you in glowing terms.  I know
you are a good kid and sometimes young men make mistakes."

In my mind I kept begging and pleading for her not to say anything else and
to let the subject drop but she went on.

"I don't want BJ to get hurt and I don't want you to go to jail.  It would
be horrible to put him through a trial and all the questions that doctors,
psychologists and lawyers would ask not to mention the police.  And then
his friends would ostracize him and single him out because of his feelings
for men.  I just hate to do that."

I had no idea what Sheila was saying and I was trying to make sense of it
feeling that I knew I had crossed the line and now my life was going to be
over before it began.  All I heard was jail, lawyers and police to be
honest.  My heart raced and I was sweating profusely as she continued.

"It is important that you be honest right now and tell us what happened
this morning between you and Ben in the showers."  Sheila explained.

"Nothing...nothing happened." I told them.

Ben's father seemed to get angrier.  "Listen you little shit.  I don't want
to hear your fucking lies.  One more lie and I swear I call the cops and
have your child fucking ass thrown in jail.  Do you think I would get upset
if BJ wasted ten cents worth of shampoo.  It was the only way I could
contain my anger when I saw the cum on the floor.  I knew it wasn't his
because he is just barely 13 and doesn't squirt that much."


"It probably was his cum, a lot of guys start shooting like that at this
age.  I did."  I said trying to convince them.

"Bull shit" Ben Sr. yelled.  "I have seen my son cum enough times to know
he doesn't shoot anywhere near that much."

"You watch your son cum?" I asked incredulously.

The man's face turned from anger to shock and back to anger.  "Don't try to
change the subject, I know it was you.  Did you fuck him?"

 "No" I replied sternly.  "I have never fucked Ben.  But I can't let it go,
why you are watching your son cum?"

Sheila felt it necessary to step in.  "Brad, I am a psychologist and we
watch everything our kids do.  Our house has cameras in every room and even
BJ and Sarah don't know about them.  But that is not the point."

"Wait it is the point.  Your husband is watching your son masturbate.  That
is seriously wrong."  I said emphatically.

"Don't judge me, you fucker.  You took something from me that I can never
get back and I want you to admit it?"  The man said as his fist clinched.

"I didn't take shit from you."  I replied angrily.

"You took my son's virginity" he replied.

Before he could say anything else I said "And you're jealous.  You wanted
to take his virginity and you are jealous because you think I did."

"That's not it...I resent...I mean...how dare..." the man stuttered.

Sheila the voice of reason chimed back in.  "I am working on my husband.
We love each other and I am helping him to cope with his inappropriate
desires for boys.  I let him watch the tapes of BJ masturbating so he won't
do anything else and I closely monitor their interaction.  What I worry
about now is that you have soiled my son."

"I haven't" I replied.

Sheila took a deep breath and said "Brad I cannot allow my son to be a
catamite."

I looked at the woman puzzled and said.  "I know I just graduated from
college but I don't know what that means."

"A catamite is a boy that receives anal in a relationship with a man."  The
woman explained.

I was completely speechless and my heart kept pounding so hard and fast in
my chest.  I could barely swallow but it wasn't needed anyway since my
mouth was completely dry.  I shook my head no and then Ben's mother smiled.

"So you really haven't had anal sex with my son?"

"No" I answered.

  "So how did all your cum get on the floor?" she asked.

"I jerked off in there before Ben came in."  I lied.

"Brad, that doesn't make sense because BJ lied to Ben Sr.  when he asked
him about it.  If it was there when he entered the shower he would have
just said that.  We know something happened."  Sheila said in a calm but
firm voice.

My head dropped and I thought I would have to face the consequences of my
actions and I said "I...I ah...I gave Ben head then I jerked off on the
floor."

Sheila almost smiled but held it back.  "So it was just oral and you
jerking off?"

"Yes" I whispered as my head nodded.

Ben's father smiled and then asked "What happened to my son's cum?"

I swallowed hard and continued looking at the ground.  "I swallowed it."

I saw the man out of the corner of my eye adjust his cock.  "My son cummed
in your mouth?"

I nodded.

Ben sr. asked "And you didn't fuck him?"

I shook my head from side to side.

Sheila saw the excitement in her husband and she turned to him.  "We have
talked about this Ben.  You are getting excited about thoughts of your son
having sex with another man.  Now go to the car and do your exercises."

The man acted like a scolded child put his head down and proceeded to the
car.  Sheila put her index finger under my chin and lifted my face to look
at hers.

"Sorry Brad.  Sometimes Ben Sr. needs to do his redirection exercises I
taught him to curb his intense impulses.  I know you are a young man and BJ
really likes you.  I know you have feelings for him too because I see how
gentle you are with him.  I could see the relationship you have with Adam
and David as well, although I doubt you are having sex with Adam.  David on
the other hand I am sure is in love with you and if you haven't it is only
a matter of time before you two do have sex.  I can see the lust in your
eyes like I do with my husband.  I cannot worry about some else's kids
though.  I am only worried about BJ."  She just stared at me when she
finished as if waiting for me to say something.

"I do care about Ben so much.  I wouldn't hurt him, I promise."  I told the
woman sincerely.

"I believe you Brad.  But put yourself in my shoes.  I will never condone a
man having sex with my son.  However, I would never make my son go through
the trials and tribulations of a sex crime investigation.  It would be more
traumatic than the relationship."  Sheila explained to me.

I nodded as I wondered what this woman was saying to me.  She keeps telling
me that I can't be with her son and that she is watching her husband to
make sure he isn't with her son and yet in the same breath she explains she
doesn't want to make this into a legal case.

"So Brad here is what I propose" the psychologist began.  "I am using my
husband as a subject in a research study I am conducting.  I am studying
pedophiles and how to help them contain their urges and the effects of
consensual and non-consensual sexual relationships between underage
participants and adults.  I want you to be open and candid with me about
your relationship with David.  Also I want you to get David to answer
questions I am going to give you about your relationship.  You will provide
me with this information and I will not report you to the police."

I took a big gulp of air.  "I never said I had sex with David."


The woman smiled.  "I knew you had sex with that boy the moment we arrived
at camp.  The glow on his face and the twinkle in your eye told me
everything I needed to know.  I am guessing you boys never made it to the
river to swim."

I looked down at the ground and nodded.

"So you will do it?" the woman said in a matter of fact tone.

"Yes" I mumbled.  "But you have to promise not to use our names in the
study."

"Oh Brad.  Anonymity is a given."  She said reassuringly.  "One more thing.
As I said I cannot allow my son to be a catamite.  You must promise me that
you will not have anal sex with him.  I cannot allow it.  If my husband
finds out it will drive him crazy.  Promise me you will not do it."

I took a deep breath and answered.  "I won't have sex with him."

Sheila smiled and replied.  "Good boy.  I knew I could count on you.  Let's
gather up some firewood and head back to the site so we can get you into
that volleyball game.  I hear from your mother that a few years ago you
dominated in a game at a church camp out."

I nodded as I picked up branches and limbs that would be good for
campfires.  I really couldn't speak because of the situation at hand.  This
woman knew her husband liked boys, knew her son was gay and liked young
muscular men like me and she knew I had oral sex with her boy and she
seemed okay with it.  Was this really all in the name of science and her
research?  If she is conducting a study as she told me then having David
and me provide her with data from an actual ongoing relationship is
probably invaluable.  But is that really everything?  What kind of person
would be okay with her son having oral sex.  I knew there had to be more to
this story.  I am sure Ben's parents like so many people in the world had
ulterior motives.  I was still in shock that Ben Sr. wanted to have sex
with his own son but having seen the boy naked, I somewhat understood.

 I was brought back to reality as we finished loading the Chevy Tahoe with
the firewood and proceeded back to the campgrounds.  His father had
completed doing some kind of exercise in the car and he began telling me a
story.

"Are you familiar with Greek mythology Brad."  Ben Sr. asked.

"A little" I answered.


"Are you familiar with the story of Ganymede?"

I shook my head no.  "I know one of Jupiter's moons is named Ganymede."

Ben Sr. smiled and said "Ganymede was the most beautiful boy on the Earth
and he lived with his father and two brothers.  One day while he was out
tending to their flock of sheep Zeus the King of the Gods, saw the boy and
turned into a great eagle which swept down and took the boy to Mount
Olympus.  He gave the boy immortality and made him his cup bearer.  The
boy's beauty intimidated Hera which was Zeus' wife and she wanted the boy
cast out but the other gods refused upon seeing his beauty.  The boy's male
teachers back on Earth prayed for his return, his dogs howled for him every
night and his father was inconsolable with grief for the loss of the boy.
Zeus tried to pay the man with the finest horses but he died of a broken
heart for his lost beautiful son."

We arrived at the campsite and I got out of the SUV and then unloaded it
with Ben's father.  When we were finished he asked me to come have a beer
with him and I couldn't refuse after all that had just happened.  Most of
the group had already headed to the playground area which had a basketball
court and a large sand volleyball pit as well as swings and slides for the
smaller kids.  The man and I walked there together drinking our beers and
talked some.


"Do you know why I told you the story of Ganymede?"  Ben Sr. asked.

"I think so" I replied.

"So then you know I am the father that cannot share his beautiful son and
Ganymede is Ben, the most beautiful boy in the world.  You my young
muscular friend are Zeus.  I cannot compete with Zeus.  And if I cannot
have BJ then no one can.  I won't let you take him away from me.  I may
never have sex with him but as long as I can prevent it no one else will
either." Ben Sr. said as he looked at me seriously.

"I get it.  I already promised Sheila I will not have sex with him."  I
said in a whisper as we approached the group.

"Good but if you have another oral session in the shower, that wouldn't
technically violate that promise.  And if such a rendezvous did occur then
I would most certainly like to watch, in secret of course.  BJ could never
know."  The boy's dad explained.

He slapped me on the back and we walked to the group that was picking
teams.  My head was racing with all that had just happened.  On one hand I
had a sense of relief that Ben's parents weren't reporting me but on the
other hand I had a strong feeling of trepidation.  This camping trip just
became the oddest event of my young 23 year old life.  Once we arrived it
was announced that we would have two teams and all those that wanted to
play were to line up.  Of the 50 people there, only about 16 of them wanted
to play in the volleyball game.  The rest just came to watch and cheer on
their loved ones.

We played the game and as with years past the team I was on won the game
easily.  When it was over we all met at pavilion for a group dinner.  The
boys and I sat together and Barrett began talking about a primitive
campsite out in the woods that a park worker mentioned to him.  It was just
off the hiking trail and Adam remembered seeing it.  All the boys decided
they wanted to spend the night out there away from all the other people.  I
was definitely game but after the day's activities I was worried that Ben's
parents would raise too many red flags.  Before I knew it all the boys were
off to ask their parents for permission.


A few minutes later Barrett ran up explaining his parents were ok with it
and the two brothers returned announcing they were allowed to do it as well
as long as I was there.  I looked over at Ben who seemed to be pleading
with his parents and then his father got up and headed our way with Ben in
tow.  I had just promised them I would not have anal sex with their son and
now here he was just hours later asking to spend the night with me at a
remote campsite.  The man arrived at our table and he looked us all over.

"So I hear you guys all want to go out into the woods and sleep their
tonight?"  Ben Sr.  inquired.

I nodded, unable to speak and Barrett answered.  "Yeah, I learned about a
place where people set up tents off the hiking trail from one of the camp
workers earlier.  Adam remembers passing it while we were on the hike so we
thought it would be fun to camp there."

The man nodded and said "And all of you are going?"

All the boys nodded.

"Even you?" Ben Sr. asked pointing at Barrett.

"Yep" the teen replied.


"Ok then.  BJ can go too." The boy's father announced.

A huge smile ran across Ben's face and all the boys immediately said we
needed to go gather our tents and things before the sun goes down.  We all
headed back to camp and we decided that we would take two tents.  Adam and
David had a two person tent and I had a four person tent that we needed to
take down and then pack up to take to the site.  Adam and Barrett
dismantled their dome tent with ease while I began taking down mine with
the help of Ben and David.

When it was done I rolled up my sleeping bag and put my stuff into my
backpack.  I found Ben, David, Barrett and Adam all running towards me with
their backpacks, sleeping bags and the brother's tent.  We grabbed some
flash lights, matches, a small cooler with some drinks and then proceeded
to the hiking trail.

It only took about 5 minutes to walk to the hiking trail and then 15
minutes up the path we came to the small side trail leading to the more
primitive campsite (one without running water or electricity).  We
proceeded into the trees pushing through some overgrown bushes, clearly
indicating that the trail was used sparingly, until after about 5 minutes
we reached a nice little clearing.  The area was about 30 feet in diameter
and formed a small circle in the wooded area.  There was already an
established circle of large rocks that had been used for campfires and
several fallen and stripped tree trunks which people used for benches
around it.

Because of the circular shape and the cleared area and the odd placement of
the campfire and benches we had to set the tents up on opposite sides.
Barrett and Adam quickly began setting up the small two person tent while
Ben and David helped me set up the four person tent.  Once we were done the
older teens loaded their stuff in the small tent while the two younger boys
loaded their stuff in my tent.  We all went out and gathered some firewood
and kindling and returned just as it started to get really dark.  We used
the dry moss and small twigs to build a nice pile to get out campfire going
and then stacked on the small and medium sized dried branches until the
fire was ready for the larger logs we had located.


When we all sat down to roast some marshmallows I had stolen from my
parents supplies it was getting late.  The boys were drinking sodas from
the cooler and I had a beer.  We talked and joked and told some scary
stories and time just seemed to fly by and before long it was almost
10:00pm.  I was quite tired from the busy day of sucking Ben off during our
morning shower, sucking off Adam later in the afternoon followed by the
intense fucking of David, which then was followed by the horribly painful
and emotionally draining conversation with Ben's parents where I promised
them I would not fuck their son.  The older teens crawled into their tent
zipping it up and the boys crawled into the bigger tent with me zipping it
up as well.  Little did I know that the promise I had made hours earlier
was about to be broken.

To be continued.....