Date: Tue, 15 Jan 2013 02:30:25 -0000
From: David Spowart <davidspowart3@hotmail.com>
Subject: I don't know who I am chapter 7

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"I don't know who I am"

Story by

David Spowart

Chapter 7

"So tell me what you are thinking" asked Jamie, after we made love. "Jamie,
I love you so much, it just makes all this, you know this, worthwhile, I
mean I have a brother and a sister I never envisaged having and Roy and
Mary, Mum and Dad, it was somewhat overwhelming at first" I said, lying on
his chest, he stroking my hair.

"And now?" he asked

"I still cannot comprehend what my Mother, ohh shit I need to stop saying
that" I berated myself. "She wasn't my mother, she fucking stole me, yeah
she cared and loved me, but that wasn't her right" I said with some
distain, now rising to the surface.

"My parents did not deserve to go through what they went through, and
fucking Donald Park if he had a set of gonads would and should of stopped
it, but he was a coward and chose to just walk away" I bemoaned the man
that could have prevented this whole sorry mess.

The smell of my lover was now again filling my nostrils, and I kissed his
chest. "Horny much!" he asked. "Just for you" I replied.

I stroked his hairy chest and moved down to his well-defined six pack, he
was fit he was an awesome specimen of manhood. If he was straight and thank
the lord he isn't he would have many a girls panties damp. Everything about
Jamie was in proportion and I mean everything, I was mostly a bottom and he
was a powerful top, I sometimes topped and I have topped with Jamie, but I
prefer when he is literally nailing me to the bed.

He was a surgeon or a soon to be anyway, but the precision he uses his dick
was amazing, every stroke hit the spot of joy, he never missed, he has on
many occasions fucked the cum out of me. The drama I had been through over
the past few weeks, the discovery that I had indeed been kidnapped Jamie
kept me up, kept me sane, his love for me was never in doubt, and now never
will be.

I moved my hand and stroked his pubic hair, I massaged it like I was giving
it a shampoo, I moved lower his cock now fully engorged. I sat up and
straddled him, he let out an appreciative moan. I lowered until he was
fully inside me, I leaned over and took his lips on mine, I lifted myself
up so he could fuck up into me, the feelings of electricity shot through
soul as he posted me fast then slow. He had me moaning like a cheap slut in
a low budget porn production. He lifted me up rolling me onto my stomach,
he re-entered me from behind lying flat on top of me, he was fucking me
with some force, not aggressive but powerful, he was showing me who was the
dominant one in the bed, and I for one loved it when he took control, it
turned me into a quivering jelly.

"Oh for god sake don't stop" I begged. "Don't worry baby, I have no
intension of stopping, not for a while anyway" he panted out.

In one salvo of thrusting long hard and deep he had me screaming into the
pillow below me, my heart was practically coming out of my chest, if I was
in my forties I would have died, that I have no doubt.

He flipped me over and re-entered me no pleasantries just down and dirty,
the urgency very apparent. He looked deep into my eyes as we both climaxed
he smiled as he emptied himself into my ass. And I unloaded up over his
chest. He collapsed on top of me both sated and both very much satisfied
and spent. We were glued together with sweat and seamen. We stayed like
this and fell sound and very contented asleep.

We woke early on in the morning, we woke about the same time, he still on
top of me now smiling down at me. "I love you Jack" he whispered as he
kissed my lips, "I love you Mr" I responded returning the affection. "Wow"
he replied. "Dude morning breath is never good, but jeeze mood killer most
definitely" he giggled. "Jamie you don't smell like Hugo Boss either" I
replied.

"SHOWER" we said in unison.

We both climbed into the shower and took our time cleaning each other, this
has always been an erotic time for us, but today we just cleansed our
bodies, we knew times like lastnight would be many, we loved each other
with all that we are and we prove it often. I have never let my eye wander
since we started dating and he told me he had not either, and I trust him.

We dressed and went down stairs, it was early and only Mary...Mum was up.

"Hey Jack sleep well?" she asked and I smiled at Jamie before
answering. "Yes Mum, very well thank you" and she tiered up. "I will never
get tired of hearing you say that to me" she replied, came over and kissed
my cheek.

"Tired of what" I asked

"You calling me Mum" she said getting very emotional. I stood up and
wrapped my arms around her, " I am ready now, I am ready to let what should
be right happen, you and Dad being just that, Mum and Dad" I replied.

"Mum I have noticed a few things over the last couple of days, I have told
Jamie this" I started and looked over at Jamie. "I have only known Marcus
and Becky for just over a day now, but I know I would die to protect them,
I hadn't even met them and the bond is strong, I don't know why it just is"
I added.

"Mom I checked online and I cannot find anywhere where I was registered at
birth other than when you and Dad registered me in New-York, so no need to
have my name changed, just I need to have Jack added to my Middle name, and
of course to change things back in Boston with School, I don't have credit
cards, I will notify my bank and the Scholarship committee, other than that
I am Blain Jack Martin St-Patrick" I informed her and the smile and tears
falling showed me for once I elicited joy with my words besides the Mom,
part.

"Early start" Dad said walking into the kitchen.

"Yeah we head back today" replied Jamie, "But we will come back at the
weekend. If that is alright ?" Jamie added.

"Jamie, you are both my Son's and you will always have a place in my home"
Dad replied, and Jamie stood up to shake dad's hand, his hand was tapped
away and dad grabbed him into a fatherly hug. "Thank you sir, you don't
know how much hearing that means to me" Jamie replied. I stood up and
hugged dad also. "Thanks dad" I added.

"Too much hustle and bustle, for this time in the morning" Marcus said
walking into the kitchen yawning and stretching. "What you doing up" asked
Dad.

"Jack and Jamie are heading back today, thought I would spend some time
with them before they left" he replied.

"We would love that, show us some of the sites" Jamie replied and I nodding
in agreement. "But what about the media, the press are camped outside" I
responded.

"One gave you a card yes" Jamie asked looking over at my dad. "Hang on" dad
left and brought in his jacket, he fished through his pockets and retrieved
a business card of the reporter. "Here why do you want it" he asked.

"I have to talk to them sometime don't I" I replied. "But it can wait
sweetheart" Mum replied. "No I need to move on, I need to get this out of
the way" I said in a determined way. No meaning left for doubt.

"I dialled the number on the card and an assistant answered. "Good Morning
NYKTV Julie Trent's phone" she stated.

"Ermm hello can I speak to Julie Trent Please" I asked. "She's on location
at the moment can I take a message?" she replied.

"Yes Miss, she is outside my family's home can you put me through to her
please" I replied in a polite manner. "One second please hold"

"Julie Trent" a voice responded.

"Good Morning Ms Trent, can you come to the front door please" I responded.

My dad walked to the door and opened it, 3 vans now parked outside the
gate. But Julie Trent smiled like the cat that had gotten the cream.

"Come in" my dad welcomed her into his home.

"Good morning thank you" she replied as my dad shut the door behind
her. "Please take a seat" he said pointing at the kitchen table. No camera
at the moment. This was a preliminary chat. I walked in and sat opposite
her and smiled and she smiled back. "How does it feel" she asked. "What
does what feel" I replied with a curious expression on my face.

"Being home" she replied. "Ohh, Overwhelming" I replied with a small smile
across my face. "Ms Trent" I started. "Julie please" she interrupted
"Julie, I am giving this interview to get rid of the press, and to allow
myself time to get to know my family. Can you arrange for the press outside
to leave" I asked.

"Only if you grant me exclusive rights to the story, and sign a waiver to
that affect" she replied. I agreed, an hour later a camera was set up in
the living room and I gave my story. An hour or so later it was over...for
now.

"Okay so you want to go see some of New-York Jack" asked Marcus, as a late
riser came into the kitchen.

 "Yeah count me in" added Becky walking into the kitchen kissing first Mum
then Dad. "Those walls are not as sound proof as we thought" she said
whispering into my ear. And that crimson shade of red once again
re-appeared.

"Sorry" I replied.

"No need Bro, you sounded happy" she added. And looked over at Jamie, he
wondering what the conversation was about. "You love him very much, don't
you?" she asked whispering. "More than anything" I replied.

"Good for you, good for you" she repeated kissing my cheek. She walked over
and kissed Jamie on the cheek also.

"I am looking forward to getting to know you Jamie, as much as I am looking
forward to getting to know my big brother" she informed him. "Likewise
Becky, Likewise" Jamie replied.

I was amazed at how welcoming my family...wow I have to get used to that
statement. I was still amazed at how my family had taken to me as well as
Jamie. They have showed me and him nothing but love and understanding, at
first I would not hear any bad things said about ...about Liz Park and they
understood that, they let me come to my own conclusions on that score.
Listening to what Donald Park had to say made my mind up on that whole
situation, she was selfish, she didn't care who she hurt. She wasn't
interested in who was suffering as long as she got what she wanted, and
what she wanted was me.

As much as I loved her, I am going to put that at the back of my mind. I am
going to make it my mission in life to connect fully with the family I had
been denied. And Jamie will be a huge part of that. My childhood denied its
true course. But my adulthood would not be.

"Roy go and get the trunk" Mum said looking over at dad. "Ohh sweetheart
that can wait for another day" he replied.

"Roy please, I need to give them to him, and I need to give them to him
now" she replied.

I looked on in some confusion; Roy left and climbed the steps mumbling to
himself. "Marcus go and help him" Mum added.

Ten minutes later they came back carrying a brown and black traveling
trunk. Placed it down in the living room, Mum walked over and dropped to
her knees and opened the lid. "As we said sweetheart we never stopped
hoping and praying you would find your way home" she said and pulled out my
birth certificate and my record of birth from the hospital.

"Here is the first birthday gift we bought you" she said pulling out a blue
teddy bear. She squeezed it and handed it to me, the tears were falling
once again. Jamie sat behind me with his arms wrapped around my waist.

"This is you 1 day old" she showed me a Polaroid picture of me being held
by her, she looked exhausted, all that effort and to have it stole from
you.

She then pulled out several items of baby clothes "I never had the chance
to put these on you sweetheart" she cried.

"Mum...Mum look at me...look at me please" I said with concern.

"These are memories, not healthy ones. I am back in your life, I am not
leaving it, yeah I am going back to school but this is home to me now...
look at me mum, do you understand what I am saying, this is home...wherever
you and dad are...that is home...okay" I said kissing the tears away.

"And believe me when I say this, mum I love you, I know it has only been a
couple of days, but with the bond I feel for Marcus and Becky. I know what
love is, and what I feel for this family, my family is love" I replied and
now bawling along with most of my family.

"Welcome home Son" dad added.

Eventually all emotion was sated and breakfast was had, mum could whip up
one mean breakfast. And soon we headed out to see some of what New-York had
to offer. Marcus showed us some of Central park, we visited Broadway.
Spotted a couple of shows we wanted to see next time we came home. And then
it was time to collect our stuff and head back to school, but for one I
love my family, it took time to find it, when I was with Liz I always was
felt like there was something missing in my life. Now I know what it
was...a family.



To be continued...

Hope you all had a great holiday season, and hope you enjoyed tis
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David