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So enraptured was I by him that I often wept in his arms after our love making. I of course understand Robbie's anger with me. But I couldn't help myself, I yield to Dr. Ritten's every desire. Robbie's stopped speaking to me. Jon insists that he will get over it but I'm not sure I can stand much more of the silent treatment. His silence gnaws at me and I miss his touch. "Just talk to me Robbie, please," I begged, "I'm sorry for whatever I've done." "That's the fricken problem. Stephen you don't even know what you've done!" "I know and I'm sorry." "You really piss me off you know that?" "I know." "So what do you want?" "I don't know, Robbie, I just want to be friends again." "You're fucking crazy Stephen. Don't you understand that? He's not in love with you Stephen. It's just sex and mind games. Why can't you get it? Why can't you separate sex from love, fantasy from reality? He doesn't love you, he's just getting off on it, and until you understand that you'll always be a prisoner here." "I know, I know." "You DON'T know! You say you know, in your head you know, but you walk around here like you're in love. I'm afraid for you Stephen. Don't you get that? I'm afraid for you. I'm mad at you because I love you and you're too fucking stupid to know what that means." I stood staring at him like a little child as he chastised me. He was right. I did feel like I was in love. I wanted to be in love. There was something appealing about being the young lover of a powerful man. Robbie finally became exasperated with my silence. I didn't know what to say. He hugged me and left the room. ************ Dinner was a quiet affair. I was ashamed of how I had been behaving; like a love struck puppy. I kept my eyes on my plate while I looked occasionally at Robbie. Dr. Ritten and Jon joked back and forth. Robbie's expression was bland. "Well, what do you say Jon," Dr. Ritten asked, "Three days till Christmas and Robbie's still pissed at us." Jon sighed. "I guess he'll miss out on the fun this year." "How about you Stephen," Dr. Ritten asked, "Are you going to start pouting too?" "No sir," I answered looking up at him and then at Robbie who sighed. "If I start playing again," Robbie said, "Will you let Stephen go?" "I don't think Stephen wants to go," Dr. Ritten said, "Do you Stephen?" "I don't know," I answered, "I don't know what I want anymore." "That's because you keep fucking with him," Robbie said, "Let him go." "Robbie," Dr. Ritten said, "Has it occurred to you that this may be the best thing to ever happen to Stephen?" "Bullshit," Robbie countered. "No, no," Dr. Ritten insisted, "Think about it. Here we have a young man that was a virgin to the ways of sex before he came to work for us. He had fantasies of being with another male but never had the courage to pursue those relationships, for various reasons." "Don't try to mind fuck me Dad. I've seen you do it too many times to too many people." "I am not trying to, as you say, `mind fuck' you. I am trying to tell you how I see things. As I was saying, Stephen had his reasons for not pursuing his sexual fantasies, most I suspect had to do with social mores. Jump in Stephen if I am misrepresenting the truth." "No, it's OK," I mumbled. "Good. So, he stumbles on our little family. We are a free natured group when it comes to sexual activity. In the past, our lifestyle was stymied but prudish housekeepers. How many have we gone through, eh? How many have failed the test on the first night? Not our Stephen, and on the next day Robby, as you goaded him, he remained composed. You were the first impressed with our young Mr. Miller." I looked at Robbie. His face was flush. I couldn't tell if it was out of embarrassment or anger. Dr. Ritten smiled at me as my eyes met his. I smiled back but felt ashamed and sickened for Robbie. There was truth in what Dr. Ritten was saying. All the cards were being laid on the table. None of us were innocent. Not even Robbie who was insisting on taking the high ground on my behalf. I now understood Dr. Ritten's point. At some point in the arrangement we had come to a tacit agreement. It was unspoken but the agreement was binding. Dr. Ritten was pointing out that had I not wanted to get involved in the sexual activities of the family, I could have avoided the situation and thereby earned my release from the household. "Furthermore," Dr. Ritten continued, "Robbie, after you seduced Mr. Miller on Halloween, he didn't turn tail and run. No, he consented to another rendezvous with one of our guest that very evening. Our dear Mr. Miller surprised even me with that move, pleasantly I might add. So I asked you to allowed no further contact with him (yes Stephen that was under my direction) so we could learn whether Halloween was a fluke or whether Mr. Miller truly wanted to join into our sexual arrangement. He sought us out at that point. He went to Jon. Is that not true, Mr. Miller?" "Yes," I whispered. "You see Robbie. From that moment on he became a willing participant. We weren't forcing him even when he thought he was being forced. We were, at every stage, giving our young Mr. Miller what he wanted." "Stop it!" Robbie yelled, "You're playing mind games with me!" "Robbie, I have never played mind games with you. I tell you the truth and you know it. I always have. I have never allowed your heads to be filled the prosaic, bourgeois, notions of sexuality. I have allowed you to unashamedly explored any form of sexual pleasure that you desired." "While getting your own jollies!" "I don't, and never have, denied that I appreciate you boys." "Such a dainty way of phrasing it father dearest." Dr. Ritten tilted his head in Robbie's direction and smiled. "Is that what's bothering you son, that I have taken Stephen as a lover also?" "This is getting boring," Jon interjected. Robbie was again flush. His breathing was labored. His eyes searched the hall leading to his room, as if he wanted to make a mad dash for his sanctuary and was being held to his seat by invisible forces. Dr. Ritten raised an eyebrow toward Jon who reflected it back at his father. "You're being a prick," he said to Dr. Ritten and then turned to Robbie, "And so are you." He rose slowly from the table, looked at me and said, "Come Stephen." I rose and followed him. ************ I was awakened by Robbie's hand on my bare back. I had fallen asleep spooned against Jon, my penis still inside of his warm passage. Robbie had been crying. His eyes pleaded with me. Jon breathed a sigh as I slipped out of him but did not wake. I didn't bother dressing. Robbie led me to his room. Dr. Ritten was there. He smiled as I entered nude and partially erect. I looked at Robbie who smiled bashfully. "Robbie and I would like to apologize for our bad behavior of late," Dr. Ritten said, "and to show you that we have, indeed, made up." "What do you mean?" Robbie led me to his bed. He gently pushed me onto my back. Standing over me he slowly began to undress. I looked toward Dr. Ritten. He also was undressing. I became stimulated. I had had sex with every member of the family, on several occasions with Jon and Robbie together but never with Dr. Ritten and one of his sons. The thought of being involved with a father and son sex session caused me to throb with passion. Robbie climbed on one side of me, and Dr. Ritten on the other. Their hands slid up and down my body; Robbie's hands were tender, hot and smooth against my flesh while Dr. Ritten's were hard, strong and confident. Robbie began fondling my cock and balls as Dr. Ritten's tongue explored my mouth. I released myself to their inclinations. I surrendered to the melding of pleasures. Dr. Ritten turned me on my side. Robbie repositioned himself so that his rigid member was at my mouth. It had been so long since I'd tasted him. I accepted his gift into my mouth as willingly as I accepted Dr. Ritten into my rectum. A slow dance began between the three of us. Robbie washing me with the warm, folding, moist flesh of his mouth, and me doing the same to him, as Dr. Ritten slowly gyrated in and out of me. "Well, well," I heard Jon's amused voice, "It's about time you three stopped acting like jealous Mormon women." I released Robby to look over my shoulder. Jon stood, naked, stroking himself. He smiled at me and climbed over his father and me. He positioned himself behind Robbie and entered him. Robbie moaned. As Jon pumped Robbie and I returned my attention to the flesh before me. The four of us slowly ministered to each other. The sounds of slurping from our mouths and from the entries and exits of cocks with asses filled the room, mixing with our grunts and moans. The smell of sex was alive in the air. I was the first to be overwhelmed by the pleasure and warmth. I grunted as I jettisoned my seed into Robbie's ready mouth. He drank me in and exchanged my fluid with his own. Dr. Ritten squeezed me in a hug as my sphincter muscle clamped down on him. He plowed into me with abandonment, eager to join Robbie and my ecstatic releases. As he cried out in satisfaction Jon froze, pushing himself deep into Robbie with the joy of his climax. We untangled ourselves and lay together exchanging kisses and hugs. Robbie and Dr. Ritten continued to apologize for their bad behavior. I wasn't sure what to think. I didn't want to think. The feel of so many bodies in the bed together, the different textures of arms and legs, was more than I could process. Slowly Dr. Ritten rose and bid us goodnight. Jon also retired. I, also, was ready to retire to my room but Robbie pleaded with me to stay with him. We curled up together, as we once had secretly, and slept in each other's arms. ************ December 23, 1992 Things are different today. There is a relaxed jovial spirit to the house. I truly feel a part of the family. I was invited in the study, with Jon and Robbie, to discuss some plans for the Christmas Eve affair. This, I was told, was the crowning glory of the year's festivities, though Robbie -- cheerful once more -- disagreed saying he liked the Marti Gras festivities the best. Jon laughed and stated that Robbie liked any event where he could don a dress. "As if it doesn't turn all of you on to see me dressed like that," Robbie rebutted, "Go ahead, the first that says you don't I'll call a liar to his face!" None of us disputed his comment. I most certainly could not. The boy knocked me over with that tactic at Halloween and I admit that I wouldn't mind replaying that game. I learned from our discussion that the other boys and guest that were at the Halloween party were also involved in our practice; and sense the four of us had finally resolved our differences, it was time for me to be "properly initiated" into "the order." I must admit, I am looking forward to the party. ********************************************************************** Send comments to: comments@tomcup.com To support this and other stories by the author, join at http://www.tomcup.com. If you like this story, check out Tom Cup's "Calvin: A Coming of Age Story." Available at Barnes and Nobles Bookstores, Amazon.com, your local independent bookseller, or from Tom Cup.com. Tom Cup's "Of Our Teenage Years" is scheduled for publication and release in paperback in the Spring of 2004. Check it out at http://www.tomcup.com!