Date: Sun, 12 Oct 2008 14:24:26 -0400
From: You Knowme <cbw_23@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Myer Family

Warning: This story contains depictions of sexual situations involving a
grown men and boys.  This author neither endorses nor condones such
behavior, and any potential reader should be forewarned that some of the
images and depictions may be offensive to some audiences.  In short, If
man/boy incest doesn't appeal to you, don?t read this story!

Copyright 2008


The Myer Family

	I needed to make some money while I was going to college, but I
knew I didn't need anything fancy and I wanted the best deal I could find.
After talking to a friend about my situation, he gave me the number of a
doctor, a guy he knew who was looking for a live-in sitter for his three
boys.  From what I understood, he was a single father, only 32 years old,
and he needed someone to watch his boys when he worked late nights at the
hospital.
	When I first arrived to the three story home, I took in the sight
with all my senses; the house was a beautiful, huge, old colonial that had
been modernized and fixed up to preserve its historic value.  It was the
kind of house that only a successful doctor could have.  I stepped up to
the top of the stoop, ran my fingers through my hair to ensure it was
straight, and cleared my throat before ringing the doorbell.
	I looked at my reflection in the flawless glass of the storm door.
I realized that even though I had fixed myself up to be presentable for a
traditional employment interview, I still looked as young as I was and I
knew his eldest son was fourteen.  I sighed with the realization that he
probably would not hire me since I was only nineteen.  I even wondered if
sitting for a fourteen year old was something I could handle; everyone
knows that they are the most outrageous and attitude-ridden people on
earth!
	When I heard steps walking toward the door I fixed my tie and stood
up straight.  The heavy, oak door opened in a smooth, swift motion, and
behind the storm door glass stood a gorgeous, towering father who was the
epitome of your typical young physician.  He was the kind of doctor every
gay guy wished he had: tall with a slender physique but arms that bulged
with hard muscle, a pale, smooth body, and a caring demeanor.
	I could sense all of this within the first few minutes of meeting
him.  As he opened the door, he was pulling down his shirt and I got a
first-hand look at how hard and smooth his stomach was.  He was wearing
black, nylon gym shorts that outlined his perfectly plump, tender ass.  I
found myself immediately drawn to him and began to become more nervous than
I had been before he opened the door.
	"Hi, I'm Scott..."  I trailed off as though I was going to say
more, but I couldn't find the words.
	"Scott.  Welcome!  I'm Doctor Myer.  Come in!"  With that, he
lightly touched my shoulder, guiding me into the house and onto the nearest
sofa.  With that single touch and the warm look from his deep, blue eyes, I
knew he was probably the most attractive man I had ever met, in every way
possible.
	"Would you like something to drink?"  He walked into the kitchen
and got a bottle of water for both of us.  "I apologize but I was working
out when you rang.  I meant to take a shower before you came, but..."
	"Sorry, I came early."  My eyes met his and he smirked at me.  He
was probably the only man I'd ever met whose eyes met my gaze at all times,
never moving his direction of focus.
	"Oh, no problem!"  There was a moment of silence as we both sat
sipping our water, staring at each other.  As he sat, he pulled his legs up
to the seat of the sofa and I couldn't help but stare at his crotch.  After
all, I loved nylon shorts because they often left nothing to the
imagination and one could get a full view by just glancing.
	When I looked back up after he asked me why I wanted this job, I
think he caught me looking at him.  He withdrew his legs and set his feet
on the floor.  He smiled at me as I answered the question awkwardly,
telling him how much I loved kids and how I needed a live-in situation
since I was in college.  His shorts had more of a bulge to them now, since
he'd slid down the sofa a bit and rested his ankle on his left knee.
	The interview seemed to go well and Dr. Myer commented on how
mature I seemed to be for someone as young as I was.  He talked a bit about
himself and I learned that he was only 28 years old.  I was shocked!  I
mean, I knew he was young, but that young I never would have guessed.  He
took a moment and told me about how he'd come to be a father at such a
young age.
	When I was fourteen I had a girlfriend.  I grew up in a bad
neighborhood and there weren't very many examples of responsible, educated
adults around me.  So, consequently, I ended up getting her pregnant when I
was only fourteen; she was sixteen.  The only thing I remember is being
shocked into responsibility when my mother threw me out because I had done
something she considered to be the epitome of irresponsibility.  I had to
get a job, go to school, and take care of my family all on my own.  Before
I knew it, I had finished high school.  I was offered a pretty good job at
my uncle's office – he too is a doctor.  I worked filing paperwork and
keeping track of appointments and anything else they needed me for.
Basically, it was there that I found my desire to be a doctor.  The company
paid for my pre-med education and my uncle cared for me and my family for
free.  I was very lucky!

	He went on about his history but all I could think about was how
inspired I was by him; if he could do it raising a family and working full
time, I could do anything!  What a man, I thought to myself, as I continued
to stare at his soft, firm face.  He was the epicenter of all I thought was
great; he was attractive, educated, determined, and from humble beginnings.
I just had to get this job just so his greatness might rub off on me.

	Dr. Myers ran a background check on me and looked into all areas he
felt was necessary.  After he had done his homework, he called me for a
follow up interview.  I was ecstatic!  Just to have the opportunity to work
for him and have a roof over my head and make some money was exciting.
	When I arrived, I found Dr. Myers and his three boys sitting at a
table in front of me.  The entire time Dr. Myers smiled at me.  I
introduced myself to the boys and sat down, thanking the doctor for
allowing me to do a follow up.
	"Please!  Don't call me Dr. Myers.  My name is Brad."  He then had
each of his sons introduce themselves and shake my hand.  I gazed at the
four men I hoped to be working with and I was impressed.  Every one of them
had the same friendly demeanor that their dad had and they all were just as
good-looking as him.
	As the interview progressed, he excused the boys and let them go
play.  Collin, the youngest at only seven, was bouncing in his seat,
pulling on his dad's sleeves to let him go the entire time.  He was my
favorite because he smiled at me shyly but wouldn't take his eyes off of me
as though he was wondering what entertaining thing I might do.  Then there
was Luke.  Luke was the middle boy, only eleven, and he sat quietly the
entire time, his eyes mostly focused on the ground as though he felt he had
no part in interviewing anyone.  I could have guessed he was the middle
child just because he seemed meek most of the time.  Brad, the doctor's
namesake, sat attentively, and though he smiled a lot, he seemed cynical.
Pretty typical of a fourteen-year-old boy, I thought to myself, but he
looked at me as though I had to do some sort of magic act or dance around
to impress him and allow them to hire me.
	After the interview ended, the doctor and his eldest son went into
the other room.  They told me they'd return shortly.  I guessed they were
discussing because they were in there for about ten minutes before Doctor
Myers emerged from the office.
	"Okay." He spoke very sternly.  His demeanor was very different.
	"Yes, sir?" I stood up and turned to face him.  He was still as
gorgeous as ever but his face was blank and I could not make heads or tails
of the emotions behind his eyes that I normally could infer from his
smiling gazes.
	"I have some homework for you..." he paused.  "That is, if you are
still interested in the job."
	"Oh, yes sir.  I definitely am!"  My smile stretched from ear to
ear.  Behind the doctor I saw Brad, the son, staring at me as he leaned
against the threshold to the office.

	I didn't give any thought to the book that he handed me, I simply
said my goodbyes as I listened to the instructions.  I was to read the book
before Monday and call them with my reactions immediately after finishing.
He said that after I read it he would know if I was right for the job.
	I didn't open it for two days.  It was a tiny book, more like a
booklet really, and I figured I could read it over the weekend.  So, that
is exactly what I did.
	When I found a spare moment on the weekend, I curled up on my bed
and opened the book.  I began to read the foreword and I soon understood
that I was reading a booklet having to do with their family's beliefs
because the book warned that the reader may or may not agree with the
material but that he should read with an open mind and save judgment for
another time and place.  I was nervous because I was afraid I was going to
open a book about loving Jesus and sacrificing your life to the Lord, all
of which were areas of concern for me because I was the anti-Christian –
I was immediately uncomfortable at a wedding or funeral where they talked
about the saving grace of Christ.
	As I read, I found that the book had nothing to do with religion
but with lifestyle.  What I saw within those pages and what I read
intrigued me, shocked me, and aroused me on a number of levels.  I found
that I needed more time to finish the book because I was so intrigued that
I wanted to fully understand everything, to imagine my life in this sense,
and to fully grasp the entirety of the lifestyle without preconceptions.
	"Dr. Myer?"
	"Yes!  Is this Scott?"  He sounded surprised and excited but there
was also an element of fear in his voice as well.
	"I'm calling because it's Monday and you wanted correspondence by
now."
	"Yes, son.  So..."  his voice trailed off and I knew he was waiting
for my response.
	"About the book..." I began.  "I need more time to finish reading
it because I really want to understand all of it.  I want to get my fill
before I discuss it with you."
	"Sir?"  I thought I'd lost him but he came back on immediately.
	"Yes, Scott.  Let's meet tonight.  Hopefully, you can read more
between now and then and any questions you have we can help to answer."  He
paused, waiting for a response.  "How does that sound?"
	"Oh, that sounds good!  I'm on chapter seven but I still have..."
	"You've read quite enough to meet and discuss.  Do you agree to
meet tonight?  Here?"
	"Sure.  I'll be there.  What time?"
	"Seven, okay?"
	"Yes sir," I said.  "I'm looking forward to it!"
	"And so are we!"  His cheery, friendly voice was back in full swing
and I was glad.

	I managed to finish the book before I met that evening.  I
soldiered through it and felt as though I had a decent grasp of the
doctor's lifestyle.  I was torn between an excitement that stirred in my
pants like crazy and nervousness about not having any understanding beyond
the booklet.  Either way, though, I was still excited about working there.
After all, the belief system that this family had adopted was something I
fantasized about for years!

	That evening I went over to the Myers' house.  The house was dark
and the sun was dipping down below the field off in the distance.  When the
door opened I was greeted by Collin, the youngest of the boys in his tighty
whitey underpants.  I stared at him and he smiled at me, warmly.  I looked
at his tiny, smooth, seven-year-old body and how snuggly his underwear
hugged his child-sized package.  He invited me in and directed me into the
office.
	When I got into the office, I sat down in one of the large,
cushiony, Italian leather chairs and waited.  Collin ran off, skipping into
the other room.  I watched as the two perfectly shaped half-moons bounced
around under the confines of his tight briefs.
	I waited with the book cradled in my hands.  I couldn't help the
stiffy that was growing in my pants but I tried to think of other thoughts
and try to not focus on the contents of the book.
	Soon after I had gripped the book into a misshapen mass, I saw the
shadows of two forms walking through the hallway in front of me.  Before I
knew it, I saw Doctor Myers and Brad walk in, their bodies were wet from
swimming and they were dressed only in identical blue speedos.  I was
immediately aroused by the way the candle light in the room reflected off
the pool water that was still left glistening on their smooth torsos.  The
two other boys followed, Collin still in his tight briefs and Luke wearing
only a pair of dark boxer briefs and a sleeveless undershirt.
	Brad sat in between his father's legs in the other big leather
chair while the other boys plopped down on the floor in front of them.
They were all smiling.
	"Congratulations!  We've never gotten this far in interviewing a
babysitter before" the doctor said as Brad's gaze turned from the previous
cynical, concerned look to one of contentment and arousal.
	"Thanks" I said, looking down at the book I'd curled up in my
hands.  "Here."  I stood up and handed it to the doc, but he brushed it
back to me.
	"You'll need it.  It's a road map for you as you begin this job."
He wrapped his arms snuggly around Brad and kissed him tenderly.  I watched
as my erection grew.  I was glad it was dark so they couldn't see.
	"Which part did you like the most?" Brad's eyes met mine as he
spoke and his tongue left his father's mouth.
	"Well..." I was afraid to say I liked it and was aroused by it.
Even though I had just watched Dr. Myer French kiss his eldest son, I
wasn't sure of myself.  In this situation, it is hard to know if it's okay
to say that I liked the lifestyle outlined in the book – that the
father's job is to teach his son's everything and to connect with them in
every way possible.  I wasn't sure if I could freely admit that I was
aroused by the description of the father who had his sons "milk" him by
drinking his semen and who takes his eldest son as a lover after his
twelfth birthday initiation.  I didn't know how okay it was to give myself
up to them by conceding that I jacked off to the case study about the
father that gave his baby son oral sex every time he changed his diaper.
	"It's okay to say that you liked it, Scott."  Doctor Myer gazed and
me and let his hand meander to Brad's crotch, gripping it with full
intensity and putting a gleaming smile on Brad's face.
	"Okay" I thought for a moment and got up enough courage to admit
it.  "I did like it."
	"Do you like watching us together?" Dr. Myer asked and I shook my
head in agreement.  Suddenly I wasn't ashamed of the erection that was now
poking out through my jeans.
	"Can I sit with Scotty?"  Collin yelled out.  I could tell he had
been itching to sit with me since that first meeting; he had the softest,
most beautifully innocent face in the world and when he smiled at me, after
my nerves relaxed, I melted.
	"Do you mind?" Dr. Myer asked as he removed Brad from the seat and
stood up.  I could see his bulge was huge and I had no doubt that he was
aroused by our conversation.
	"No."  I took a moment and breathed deeply, then motioned for
Collin to join me.  He hopped on my lap and smiled when he felt my
erection.  In fact, as the doctor and Brad got up to leave the room, Collin
grinded his thinly covered, perfectly sculpted boy butt into my crotch and
yelped with excitement.
	"Your pee pee is big" he said, grinding harder, "it feels good."
Then, he turned and straddled me reaching up to kiss me.  It was the most
tender and meaningful kiss I'd ever received.

	When Brad and his father returned Brad was carrying a small box.
They both stopped and smiled at the sight before them: Collin was kissing
me over and over and though my hands did not move to touch the boy, he was
fully erect and grinding his penis into mine.
	"Wow!"  Brad spoke as he watched.  "That's amazing.  He's never
taken to anyone like that before, not even us!"  With that, Doctor Myer
made a decision that would benefit me greatly.  He would move Luke into
Brad's old room and move me into Luke's room which was joined by a shared
bathroom with little Collin.

	I was instructed to take the box home with me.  It contained a
number of photos, videos, pamphlets, and other materials about their family
lifestyle.  I was told I could move in the following week.  My excitement
was building like never before.  I found myself thinking about all of them,
but mostly Collin.  I dreamt about touching him, feeling the soft, boyish
curves of his body and he thrust his pelvis into mine.  I wanted to lie in
bed together with him and hold him close to me and kiss him all night long.
I can't tell you how many times I shot my load onto my stomach and into my
belly button thinking about how beautiful Collin was and how badly I wanted
to bring pleasure to him.