Date: Sun, 03 Dec 2006 08:15:18 -0500 (EST)
From: Herb Cat <herb_cat@lycos.com>
Subject: Rip part 6 of 12

Installment 6 The Photo Album

Copyright 2006 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without
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Please note: this story depicts oral and anal sex between a male adult
and male minors. If this offends you or is illegal to publish in your
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The characters, locations and incidents in this story are fictional. Any
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After a lunch of leftovers on Friday, Uncle got a phone call. "Well, we
better put some clothes on, Rippy."

"Aww, do we have to, why?"

"Company's coming over."

"Really, who?"

"Jason." They traipsed into the bedroom and started getting decent while
Uncle explained. "Jason was one of my lover boys, for about two years,
'til he was twelve. A wonderful kid. He's sixteen now and he wanted to
come by to say hi."

"But then why do we gotta put clothes on. He's seen you naked. And he's
one of your lovers."

"No, he was my lover. When he reached puberty, . . . "

"What's that?"

"When he got old enough to make cum . . . spunk . . . then he wasn't
interested in the stuff we did any more and I wasn't attracted to him
that way any more either. So now we're just good friends. And anyway,
he's bringing his girl friend with him."

"Oh, well, then we better get dressed. He he."

Two hours later, after Jason and Maryanne left, and Rip and Malcolm got
comfortable again, Rip asked, "how many boy lovers have you had, Uncle?"

"Seven, Rip. You see that photograph album over there? Bring it here and
I'll tell you all about them."

One by one, Malcolm recounted each story, each wonderful little lad who
brought such joy into his life.

1 - Philip

"Hey, this picture is at Nana's house."

"Yes, I was living at home then. I was still in high school."

Philip lived down the street and dropped in nearly every day after
school. He loved getting the attentions of a lad four years older. Old
enough to be a real man. But young enough to talk with, play with, be
friends with. Malcolm's parents were busy with preparations for Andrea's
upcoming wedding, and didn't pay much heed to what their son was doing.
Philip and Malcolm were exhilarated by this seeming freedom and explored
all the possibilities of their little secret. Philip started sleeping
over on weekends and they even went camping together. Desperately seeking
puberty, Philip hoped some of Malcolm's studly manliness would rub off on
him. Maybe if he absorbed enough cum, through all his orifices, he'd
start producing his own. Eventually, his parents got suspicious and
confronted their son. Scared to death, he tearfully 'fessed up. They
called Malcolm's parents and threatened taking the pervert to court.
Philip begged them not to, and on the condition that he never see !
Malcolm again, the parents acquiesced. He sacrificed his own pleasure for
the sake of his lover. Malcolm went for therapy, and he hoped Philip did
also, but he never heard from the boy again. Not even a postcard. Let's
see, Philip would be about 25 now. Married perhaps. Who knows?

2 - Jason

"Where's this picture? I don't recognize this room? That looks like a
nice little boy. He looks familiar. Do I know him?"

"That was before I bought this house. I had an apartment. And yes, that's
Jason, the kid who was just here with Maryanne."

"Oh yeah. Now I see."

Malcolm was burned once and he knew he could never risk getting caught
again. He was super cautious, resisting the temptations of hundreds of
young beautiful boys he met as he went on to college. He had a few
affairs with classmates, but nothing gave him the sexual satisfaction he
had found with Philip. He even considered celibacy; he studied Roman
Catholicism and was thinking of converting and becoming a priest. But he
knew his urges were strong and needed to find release. After a long
hiatus, Malcolm discovered a local chapter of NAMBLA. Perhaps these men
could help him, if he was ever going to love another boy like Philip. He
was met with suspicion when he first began showing up at meetings. NAMBLA
members are naturally guarded around strangers. However, Mr. Washburn,
the chapter president saw something in Malcolm. They began going to each
other's apartments for coffee and friendly conversation. Washburn found
Malcolm forthright about his past difficulties, and determ! ined not to
get in trouble again. He admired his earnestness and amiability. Malcolm
frankly admitted that, unlike the other chapter members with their
teenage lovers, his own proclivities leaned toward prepubescent boys.
Washburn knew this would make it all the more difficult for Malcolm to
find fulfillment. Little boys were notoriously indiscreet when it came to
keeping secrets. Furthermore, the younger the boy is, the more greater
the opprobrium with which society treats such love. Malcolm's naïve
fantasy was that he would one day find an open-minded family, with whom
he could be perfectly honest. No secrets. No lies. Washburn shook his
head. He noticed though, that, as an athlete, Malcolm kept his body fit
and free of drugs, tobacco, and alcohol. Curious young fingers in his
home would not be encountering dangerous substances, or guns either, he
learned. Children visiting Malcolm would be totally safe from harm. Once,
Malcolm met Washburn's own "boy," during one of his! visits, and he
displayed a natural, warm rapport with the young adole scent. His easy
way with children was made evident when Malcolm attended a few Club
social events and immediately hit it off with the youngest lads.

Sometime later, another stranger contacted Washburn. Mr. Everett was not
interested in NAMBLA for himself, -- "I'm a happily married man, thank
you very much, and my lady gives me all the satisfaction I crave," -- but
rather for his son. Everett explained to Washburn that when he was a boy,
he had a man lover and considered it one of the best experiences of his
formative years. He still remembered how much he learned and grew under
this man's loving tutelage. So now he hoped to find a lover for his
Jason, who was ten. When Malcolm heard Everett's story, he felt his
prayers had been answered. He and Jason sparked from their first meeting.
Malcolm no longer had to be on his guard, because Jason's father
understood everything. And the boy, fully aware of his father's past, had
no worries that this was going to make him queer. He delighted in all the
new pleasures Malcolm was teaching him. Soon after his eleventh birthday,
Malcolm bought the house on the lake, and they spent! many loving
weekends there. Malcolm didn't believe life could be any better. So he
was very surprised when the young eleven-year-old, who had always been
precocious, did something that burst his dream world. It was at the lake
that Jason had his own first ejaculation. They celebrated it by buying
fireworks. But in the coming weeks, Jason felt a little awkward about the
anal intercourse. He went ahead with it for Malcolm's sake; but Malcolm
noticed the change in the boy's attitude, as well as his rapid physical
changes: the body hair, the acne, the cracking voice. He knew it was time
for their relationship to move to a new level. He sat down with Jason and
his father and had a long talk. He explained that Jason would always be a
welcome guest in his home. The father thanked Malcolm for all he had
done, and Jason gave him a last tender hugging kiss. Jason kept in touch,
often calling Malcolm to detail his new heterosexual experiences. Malcolm
was always there to give him bot! h encouragement and wise counsel. He
wondered if he'd ever meet someon e else like Jason, not knowing he
already had.

3 - Tony

"That's not Tony."

"No, that's not Billy's brother. That was the first Tony."

"He he, it must be hard for you to keep them all straight."

"No, Rippy. Every boy is very very special."

"Hey, I know where that picture is. That's the Racquet Club. Billy showed
us. You work there right?"

"Actually I own the place."

"Wow. You must be rich."

"I've been very lucky. Tony is one of my best students. A superior
player. Always was."

Malcolm had already been giving lessons to Tony for over a year when he
said goodbye to Jason. They were nearly the same age, having celebrated
their eleventh birthdays in the same month, but Tony was showing no
pubescent signs. Tony's prowess on the court was not the only thing that
impressed Malcolm. The man indulged in watching the lad shower and change
after every workout. Tony showed no embarrassment as he walked around
naked while his coach discussed his tennis strengths and weaknesses.
Sometimes, Malcolm even imagined the boy was taunting him, and when he
lost Jason's company, he realized he could now very easily go over the
edge. He called Tony's father and asked for a meeting.

"I think it's time for Tony to have a new coach. I think I've taken him
as far as I can."

"What? Are you an idiot, Malcolm? I seen how you work with him. The kid's
really taken off. No way am I going to find a coach as good as you."

"No, really, Sir."

"Shut up. There's something else, isn't there? Are you planning to sell
this place? Is that it? And you can't let the word get out? Come on.
What's the real story?"

"No, Sir. Nothing like that. But yes, there is something else. I'm afraid
I'm starting to fall for the boy. And it may not be healthy for us to . .
."

"What the hell? You mean like you love the kid?"

"Well, yes, Sir, you see . . ."

"Well, that's great! That's fuckin' wonderful! Problem solved."

"Pardon, Sir?"

"Tony thought you didn't like him. He's had a big crush on you for
months. He's been trying to flirt with you, but you didn't seem to
respond. He was starting to guess you hated him."

"But . . ."

"Yeah, I know. Big misunderstanding. Fine. Now it's straightened out.
Look, you're going to continue to coach my son until you really, really
have no more to give him. And you're going to show him you love him and
do whatever the fuck you bastards do. All I care about is my son is
happy."

"You mean that . . ."

"Look. He's going to the tournament upstate next month. I'm going to book
two rooms, each with one king size bed in it. Me and the Mrs. will sleep
in one room. Tony and his coach in the other. You two do whatever you
fuckin' want in there. Just don't give me any details."

For nearly two years after that, each Saturday after a long grueling
practice, Malcolm took his protégé home for a different kind of
energetic exercise in his bedroom. Sunday morning, they'd wake up and go
back to the Club early for another long round of tennis. Then after a
shower, they'd get in one final fuck before dressing and waiting for
Tony's father to pick him up. Dad often had to stand and patiently watch
them complete their lingering goodbye kisses. Shortly before his
thirteenth birthday, Tony reached manhood. The sex stopped, and the
marathon weekend sessions were shortened to Saturday mornings. Tony
needed to free his Saturday nights for the girls. Malcolm continued to
coach Tony another two years and then found him a coach who could prepare
him for the pro circuit. His father still drops by the Club and brings in
many new members.

4 - Chucky

"Who are these two kids, Uncle?"

"They're two different pictures of the same boy, Rippy. That's Chucky.
The first picture is when I first met him. He was nine. The other one is
a year later."

"Wow, he looks so much better in that one."

Chucky had always been picked on in school. His unfortunate name, his
spastic body, his wussy attitude all combined to make him the class
punching bag. He was miserable. He hated school but didn't see any
escape. One day he took his Dad's razor and slit his wrist. It was a
wake-up call for everyone. The doctor in the ER recommended a
psychiatrist. After several sessions, he suggested the parents get Chucky
into some organized sports program. That's when they came to the Club.
They were impressed by the way Malcolm worked with the boy. He was
gentle, organized, and unlike the PE teacher at school, had a sincere
sympathy for the boy's problems. After his tennis lesson each week,
Malcolm took time to talk with Chucky and give him advice on how to eat,
how to dress, and basically how to carry himself in public. Chucky's
parents were amazed at the transformation. Before them stood a boy with
newfound confidence and a love of life. They scheduled a conference with
Malcolm.

"We'd just like to tell you how delighted we are with the way you've
worked with our son. He is a new boy. We feel we have our oldest son back
again. We know he's learned a lot more from you than tennis. Mainly, he
has learned self-respect. Now, we have a special request to make. We
wonder if you would consider giving him another kind of lesson. We'd be
willing to pay you for your professional time, of course. You know,
Chucky is gay. We recognized that a long time ago, and we're comfortable
with it, even though he is so different from Harry, his younger brother.
All we want is for both our boys to grow up happy. But we really know
nothing about the gay lifestyle ourselves and we want Chucky to realize
that he doesn't need to emulate, -- this is hard to put into words, --
the sissy stereotype. We want him to see that not all gay men are
fairies, if you know what we mean. That some of them are totally
masculine in appearance and behavior. Men, well, men like you. I know t!
his sounds a bit unorthodox, but while he's still at this formative stage
in his life, we'd like to hire you to give him lessons in being gay. "

Malcolm was floored. He told then he would be happy to work with Chucky.
But that under no circumstance would he accept a fee for doing so. The
boy's own sweet company would be reimbursement enough. He then outlined a
long term program, going into quite specific detail about what this
regimen would entail. He wanted them to realize at the outset what they
might be getting into, all the possibilities. He also explained that the
training would end once Chucky reached puberty. Then the boy would be on
his own to find his own partners. They shook hands on the deal.

Malcolm began to take afternoons off from the Club to spend afterschool
quality time with his new buddy. They discussed everything. Chucky had a
natural curiosity and was so relieved to find someone he could talk to
about his feelings. At nine, he was a sponge ready to absorb all he could
about the life he knew he was destined to enter. Unlike Tony's father,
Chucky's parents wanted to know everything. When Malcolm began jerking
with his student, Mama checked out all she could on the internet about
masturbation. Before they began oral sex, she bought books about it and
assured herself of its safety. She insisted Malcolm get tested every four
months even though he knew he was disease free.

Tony's entry into manhood and his complementary interest in the opposite
sex freed up Malcolm's bed Saturday nights and Chucky filled the void.
His parents again wanted to learn all about anal intercourse in general,
and this partnership in particular. They had Malcolm show them his
erection and were pleased that it was a much more appropriate size for
their baby than Daddy's. Malcolm also showed them his lube and described
the possible positions they might try. He told them they were welcome to
watch if they wanted, but they felt Chucky might feel awkward with them
in the room. So they drove a very excited Chucky over to Malcolm's new
house every Saturday for dinner and picked a content and somewhat tired
boy up after Sunday brunch. Malcolm gave him a small dildo and explained
to Chucky and his parents how to use it safely. Malcolm himself was
learning a lot. This was his first gay lover boy, and Malcolm was molding
him into a fine lover. Not yet eleven, Chucky would pr! obably spend a
few more years giving as much pleasure as he was getting. However, Chucky
had his own ideas. As much as he loved Malcolm, he knew the arrangement
was not permanent. Malcolm had not only taught him gay sex but also gay
behavior, the vibes by which homosexuals recognize one another. On his
own, Chucky had sought the favors of Ricky, a 13-year-old around the
corner. The two hit it off, and both sets of parents were delighted by
the pairing. Chucky's folks thanked Malcolm for everything and Chucky
spent one last farewell night in his bed. Now thirteen, and well past
puberty, Chucky and his boyfriend alternate nights between their two
homes and are well on their way to a long life together.

5 - Harry

"Hey, here's a picture of Chucky with a little kid."

"That's his brother Harry. He was my next lover boy."

"He was gay too?"

"No, not at all."

It seems that for the two years Chucky was with Malcolm, Harry, two years
younger, was a little jealous of the extra attention his brother was
getting. He didn't want to play tennis. He didn't want to do anything
"girly." But he wondered what he could do to get a few special favors
himself. When Chucky announced he wouldn't be sleeping at Malcolm's any
more, Harry asked, "Can I?"

Now the parents had a whole new set of worries. They sat down with
Malcolm again and talked about their youngest boy. At six, he wanted to
play the trumpet. They bought him one and he practiced diligently for
eight months, then quit. He and his Dad built a tree house together which
he and his buddies used as a clubhouse for a year. In the past year
though, he probably used it twice. He signed up for karate and got as far
as green belt and then quit. The same story with Cub Scouts. He had a
bubbling curiosity but his interests lasted a year or two at best. They
wanted to be fair to their youngest son, but he wasn't gay, and they
didn't want him turning queer. Malcolm told them about the previous boys,
Jason and Tony and how totally hetero they were. He also gave them some
pamphlets to read explaining that a prepubescent's sexuality is not
something that can be changed. The parents then met with Jason's and
Tony's fathers who both told them that if anything, the time spent! in
Malcolm's bed made their sons better lovers, more secure and confident.
Eight-year-old Harry was given permission to sleep at Malcolm's. He went
to the cabin often. He went to NAMBLA parties. For a couple years, he
loved basking in all the attention. He sucked Malcolm with gusto and
seemed to always be presenting his asshole for plugging, even if Malcolm
wasn't always in the mood. But on his tenth birthday, Harry got a
skateboard and that became his new hobby. Malcolm slept alone again. But
not for long.

6 and 7 - Billy and Tony

"Hey, I know those two guys."

"You sure do."

Just after Malcolm lost his eager little asshole to a skateboard, he
learned that two of his tennis students, brothers, were going through
some hard times. After speaking to the Johnsons, with total candidness,
he took Billy, then 10 and Tony, 8 under his wing. They've been with him
longer than any of his other boys.

"Where are they now?"

"They went to their grandparents' house in Florida for Thanksgiving. I
asked them to call me tonight, but they might be having too much fun to
remember."

"They'll call. I know they will. Hey, Uncle, all the pictures in your
book are the boys' faces, and in suits and team uniforms and play
clothes. There's no naked pictures here."

"You are certainly very observant, Rippy. No wonder you're so smart. No,
I have to be careful, Rippy. I can't have a book full of naked boys in my
house. Some day you'll understand. But anyway, I don't need photographs.
Believe me, I remember every one of the precious little asses perfectly."

"Oh, OK. What time is it, Uncle?"

"It's 6 PM. Why? You getting hungry for supper?"

"Not for food, no. I'm getting hungry for something else. It's been eight
hours since you last fucked me, Uncle. So far you only did it three
times."

"You're keeping score, eh?"

"Yep, first was last night in the chair when I was on your lap. Lucky you
had that lube stuff right there on the table."

"That's the Boy Scout motto, "Be Prepared."

"And then before we went to sleep, we was on our sides and you fucked me
again while you hugged me. That was nice."

"For both of us."

"And this morning after our shower, you fucked me like a doggy."

"Woof. Woof. So what shall we do this time? I think you're still not too
big for me to fuck you standing up. You want that?"

"Maybe next time. This time, I want you to do it like you did Billy up at
the cabin. Remember? He was laying on the couch and his feet was up on
your shoulders."

"Yep. I remember, Rippy. Spreadeagle. You want to do it like that?"

"Yeah, it looked like fun that way."

"OK, Rippy, you're the Boss."