Date: Sat, 19 Aug 2006 15:29:58 -0400
From: Benjamin More <benjamin102010@gmail.com>
Subject: I'm OK Now

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The subject matter covered within involves sex between
underage males and adult males - intergenerational male
relationships.  If this type of story line offends you or
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I'm OK Now


Within the next few paragraphs or so I hope to recount an
episode, which drastically changed my life - for the better
as it just so happens.  Men; my name is Michael.

I was never told how it came about that I was in a county
orphanage.  I was relatively happy; after all I knew no
other life.  Growing up in the home, there were always kids
coming and going; I'd make friends and then they would be
gone.  However, I had one friend, his name was Bruce, and we
had a very special bond and relationship.

Together, Bruce and I started exploring our bodies; I was
ten and he was eight at the time.  At that age of course all
we could do was fondle and play with each others dicks -
though every so often we'd be surprised and delighted when
one or both of us would spring a tiny boner.  We spent many
a night feeling one another and it eventually progressed
that we began to suck each others cock.  One morning I awoke
and Bruce had his finger in my butt - wow, it felt so good.
I asked him if I could do it to him and he said sure.

While I was fingering Bruce I also began to suck his dick,
Bruce was making sounds, moaning from the pleasure he was
experiencing.  I was so enjoying myself; I loved sucking his
cock and now found that fingering a butt was fun!  While all
of this was going on I sprang a boner and wondered what it
would be like to put it in his butt.  I asked Bruce if I
could and seeing as he always wanted to please me he said
yes - so I did!  He cried out a little at the beginning and
then quieted down.  However, at that point the Matron came
in our room; she screamed at me to stop.

At this point gentlemen, I'll cut right to the chase; at the
tender and oh so impressionable age of ten, I was taken away
to what was supposedly one of the mental hospitals in the
State of Washington.

The first several weeks were almost a blur, a dream - not
until much later in life did I fully realize what had
happened to me, what was done to me and what I did to
others.

During those first few weeks I was in and out of a state of
sleep.  A man would give me something to drink; a somewhat
thick white liquid - he always stated it was my medication,
it would help me, and I would grow to like it and want more.
Other times I would begin to awake and sense that a man, or
someone, was touching me - also seemed to recall a young
boy, but I knew it wasn't Bruce.  I would drift back off to
sleep again.

I had more coherent spells in the coming weeks, though I was
not allowed out of my room and one of three men was always
with me - the men as I learned were Dr. King and his
assistants, Victor and Ricky.  I don't know how many weeks
passed, but there came a time when I would be awake for a
few hours each day; during those times I was allowed up out
of my bed to use a private bathroom, though Dr. King, Victor
or Ricky always accompanied me - maybe because I was hooked
up to some type of tubes on a metal pole that went along
with me.  I would then eat something and before long, I
would be helped back into bed and then I would be given my
liquid, which I really did look forward to getting - it
began to taste real good.

Once back in bed and after my liquid medication, I would
then drift off back into a dream world; a world with one,
two, sometimes three naked men and a young boy and once in
awhile some other figure in the background.  In the dreams
the men would look like they were playing with the boy -
holding him, wrestling with him, hugging him, and riding him
like a horse - and even kissing him!  The dreams made me
remember Bruce and our good times together and especially
the time I stuck my boner in his butt.  In my dream world I
was hoping that some of the men would do the same thing to
me.

Time passed; with my awakenings, bathroom trips, dinner and
my liquid medication.  One day while looking out the window
it dawned on me that there was nothing but woods around and
that the building I was in was actually quite small, more
like a house.  I asked Dr. King about it and he stated that
it was a very small, private hospital, with few patients;
mostly young people being helped and treated by the Catholic
Church.  During this particular day, Dr. King stated that it
was time to begin discussions about me and what had happened
at the orphanage.

Our discussions, which went on for several days, were
basically centered on what I was doing at the time I was
caught; and we also discussed things that Bruce and I would
do to one another.  Dr. King stated that it was important
for me to be open and honest with him and to tell him
everything.  He was particularly interested in what I did to
Bruce and also asked me to explain in detail the things that
I wanted to do.  Dr. King always made me feel relaxed and
encouraged me to talk.  During our first talk he asked if I
wanted some of my liquid medication and I said yes but that
it would make me go to sleep - he said that it would be a
light dose, with little medication in the liquid.  From that
point on during each discussion he gave me some of the
liquid.

As the discussions progressed, I told Dr. King about wanting
to put my boner in Bruce's butt and that I wanted to feel
one in mine.  I also told him how much I loved to suck dick
and how great it felt to have my dick sucked.  He was real
good about my talking, kept telling me that it was OK to
think those things and to even dream about them and that for
the most part, dreams are pleasant and enjoyable - and that
every so often thy come true.

Once Dr. King and I were done talking, either Victor or
Ricky would come in to keep me company through my dinner,
see to it that I got bathed, give me my liquid medication
and stay with me until I drifted off to sleep.  They both
were real good to me and made me feel OK and special, they
even helped me with my bath; making sure that my back was
washed, my butt-crack was clean, and the skin around my dick
head was good and clean.  Sometimes I would get a boner and
they each would say something like, it's OK all guys get
boners when washing.  I grew to enjoy the times together
with each of them.

The dreams continued, not every night, but just about every
night; though the number of people in the dreams began to
vary more and more each time; one, two, three, the young boy
and another figure; sometimes just one; other times, two and
sometimes all of them.  I guess I was getting better because
just about all of my dreams were now including some of the
things that I talked to Dr. King about - and he had stated
that it was OK to dream about them.  I really liked the
dreams; particularly when Dr. King, or Victor or Ricky put
their cock in my butt!  Funny how dreams can be, in the
beginning I remembered that I felt pain and then before long
all my dreams were pleasurable and I loved the feelings I
was experiencing; just as Dr. King had stated.  During each
dream I hoped that at some point I'd be able to put my dick
in someone.  As the dreams progressed, they began to include
the dark figure and young boy approaching me, with the dark
figure stating - someday you will have us both and we shall
have you.

I remember one night as I was taking my liquid medication;
Victor stated that I needed a double dose because I was not
sleeping the way I should.  I drank down the liquid and
almost immediately went to sleep.  Sometime during the night
I awoke, though not fully, I felt like I was still asleep,
that things were not quite real, but at the same time it
didn't seem like I was dreaming.  I was naked and Victor was
jacking my dick, and he was naked and also jacking himself.
I looked at him and said something; all he said was that I
was in a dream, I looked around and there was Dr. King and
Ricky, both naked and jacking.  Also the dark figure had his
robe open and the young boy was sucking his dick.  Suddenly
Dr. King spoke up and asked; Michael, are you enjoying your
dream?  I said yes, Dr. King this is the best dream I've
ever had!  As everyone was jacking, Victor put his dick up
to my mouth and told me to suck on it - wow; this was the
best dream ever!  I sucked and sucked, Victor continued to
jack me, then everyone else in the room began to moan and
started to shoot stuff from their dicks - white stuff, they
each shot it into a cup; except for the dark figure he shot
his into the mouth of the young boy.  The dark figure went
around and emptied all the while stuff into one cup.  The
dark figure then came over to me and asked me to stop
sucking Victor and gave me the cup - he said, Michael,
drink, drink all of this nectar.  Everyone in the room
congregated along my bed and Dr. King spoke up and told me
to go with it, let my dream progress, and drink of the
liquid.  I stopped sucking Victor and drank of the nectar -
it was my liquid medication!  The people in my dream were
making my liquid medication!  I looked at Victor and then
his dick, I went for it and started sucking and sucking;
Victor started jacking me faster and faster - Victor began
to moan as so did I - alas!  I had my first full orgasm and
Victor shot stuff into my mouth - yes, it was more of my
liquid medication.  The dark figure spoke and said that it
was time for me to continue on with the dream and sleep
through to morning - and that come morning, I would be well
enough to be discharged from the hospital and join him and
the young boy.

The next morning I awoke, feeling refreshed.  Victor was in
the room and said good morning and asked if I had a good
night sleep - I relayed yes, it was awesome.  Ricky came in
the room and he and Victor stated that I should get cleaned
up before Dr. King arrived.  I got up and went into the
bathroom; the tub had already been filled with water.  I got
in and started to wash.  After a minute or so Victor and
Ricky came in and asked if they could help me - I said oh
yes, please.  Ricky began washing my back and asked if I had
good dreams last night.  I proceeded to tell them all about
the wonderful dream and that they were in it.  Victor asked
what he and Ricky did in the dream - I explained everything
and they seemed very interested.  Ricky then asked if he
could get in the tub to better wash me - I thought it would
be great and told Ricky yes, get in the tub.

After the dream the night before I was feeling quite bold,
like the good old times when I would entice Bruce to do
things with me, to me, and for me.  I told Victor that
seeing as I was naked and that Ricky was undressing, that he
should also get undressed before continuing to help with my
bath - he said that it sounded like a good plan to him so he
got undressed.

Ricky got in the tub and sat in back of me so that my butt
was up against his crotch.  He started washing my back and
Victor started to wash my legs.  Before long I was springing
a little boner and I noticed that Victor already had a huge
boner, while washing me he moved closer so that he was
almost up to my face - his boner only inches away from my
mouth.  I moved back some and felt what I knew was Ricky's
hard boner against me.  I was getting real excited and
wanted my dreams to become true.

I looked up at Victor and smiled at him, then I looked at
his hard dick and then back up at his face - he smiled and
nodded his head.  Without any further hesitation I opened my
mouth and Victor moved in close so that his cock went into
my waiting mouth - he proceeded to screw my mouth and throat
- I gagged, I choked, but I wanted more and Victor knew it.
Before I knew what I was doing, I was up on me knees so that
I could take better care of Victor - low and behold, the
next thing I knew my butt was being rammed by Ricky - I kept
sucking and getting my mouth and throat screwed and Ricky
thrust himself totally in me.  Yes, finally, my dreams were
becoming a reality and I knew at that point that my dreams
were not dreams at all, rather, Victor and Ricky had been
servicing me and I them for nights on end now.  It wasn't
long before Victor was emptying his man seeds into my mouth
and I swallowed them all - Ricky picked up speed and
forcefully plowed me - filling me with his seeds.  Yes, I
was well on the road to recovery; I was OK.

Ricky stated that I had better get out of the tub and get
dressed before Dr. King came in.  Upon his arrival he stated
that I was to be released that day and that I would be going
to a small group home; a home in which I would find love,
nurturing, and guidance - and that within the hour people
from my new home would be coming to take me away.  I was now
quite excited and Dr. King stated that he would continue to
see me about once a week and that Victor and Ricky would be
checking in on me often.

Within the hour, as Dr. King had said, there was knock on
the door; in walked the dark figure and the young boy -- I
was shocked.  Dr. King introduced me to Father Mercer and
his young charge, Tim - he also told me that Father Mercer
was a Priest in Olympia and also in charge of the group
home, which I would be my new home.  Father Mercer came over
to me and shook my hand and then took me in his arms and
gave me a big hug; he took my arm and hand and moved it
between the openings of his robe - Wow, Father Mercer had a
boner.  I looked up at him and he smiled at me.  Father
Mercer then said, Tim, come over here and meet your new
brother.

Father Mercer turned to me and said, Michael, it was I who
spoke to you some nights ago, do you remember me and Tim and
what I told you.  After giving it some thought, it all came
back to me - yes Father Mercer, you said - "Someday you will
have us both and we shall have you."  Is that right Father
Mercer?  Yes Michael, that's correct, let's go home.

I turned to Dr. King, Victor, and Ricky and said; I'm OK now
- they smiled at me and Dr. King said, Michael, you're
better than OK.

As an additional noted so that you're not handing - I never
saw or heard from Bruce; though, it's my understanding that
he was adopted.  And to fast forward to the present - my
life in the group home was excellent and believe it or not,
there was love and nurturing.  And today I am a Psychiatrist
in the State of Washington, patient clientele being
primarily gay males.