Date: Fri, 11 Nov 2011 16:13:38 -0800 (PST)
From: Henry Brooks <hankster1430@bellsouth.net>
Subject: Erotic Dreams (Incest)

Erotic Dreams
Part One

I was just a few weeks shy of my fifteenth birthday when I paid my first
visit to Dr. Schuler.  I liked him immediately, not only because he was
handsome, and spoke very respectfully to me, but because he asked my
parents to leave me alone with him.  I sure didn't want them around.  Of
course, my mother complied immediately.  She was always very compliant when
my dad was in her presence.  Otherwise, she was a very independent woman.
My father bitched, but the doctor stared him down, and my parents left the
room.

Dr. Schuler was a prominent psychiatrist, whose field of expertise was with
children.  He was a professor at The Medical College of Virginia in
Richmond, where we lived.  It's a miracle that my parents brought me to him
in the first place.  To begin with, he was Jewish, not a Baptist.  My
parents were fundamentalists, who believed strictly in the theory of
creation.  Dr. Schuler was a scientist, and therefore, the enemy.  His
books, on child developmental behavior, were the bibles in his field.
Notwithstanding all that, every doctor my parents consulted with
recommended that they see Dr. Schuler, so they finally swallowed their
prejudices and sought an appointment with him.

As soon as I was alone with him, he extended his hand to me, smiled, and
said, "Hello Harold.  I want you to call me Gene.  It's easier for us to
talk man to man if we're on a first name basis."  I took his hand.  It was
warm and sent a fire through me.

"Come sit here beside me," he said.  He was still holding my hand and
steered me toward the sofa in his office.  We sat down side by side.  He
was silent for a moment, and as I grew increasingly uncomfortable, he
finally spoke.

"Your parents inform me that they believe you are homosexual."  He
hesitated a moment.  "You know, gay.  Why would they think that?"

"I dunno."

I looked all around the office trying to learn a little something about the
doctor.  He was a closed book.  There was not a single diploma on the
walls, and not a single family picture on his desk.  The man seemed to
deliberately want to be a mystery to his patients.

"They think I might be able to change you," he sighed.  "That's totally not
true.  They told me that you are very effeminate, and they find semen
stains on your bed sheets.  They fear you are masturbating, which is
perfectly normal for a boy your age, but they believe it is sinful."

I started to laugh.  "My father has told me a hundred times that I'll go to
hell if I jer... masturbate.  When I was younger, I used to have wet
dreams.  Now I masturbate.  I can't help it."

"Of course you can't," Gene said.  "Can you tell me about some of your
dreams?

I didn't dare tell him about my dreams.  They were sinful, and sure to send
me on an express train to hell.  "No, I can't," I stated.  I remained
respectful and I wasn't defiant.  I simply let him know that I wouldn't
talk about it.

"I want to help you.  I can't do that if you don't trust me.  Whatever you
tell me in this room is confidential.  I won't even tell your parents what
we discuss.  That would be a violation of my code of ethics."

I wasn't sure if that code extended to the parents of a minor child.  I
doubted it, but I was beginning to feel more comfortable with Gene.  Still,
I couldn't bring myself to confide in him.

"Won't you please take my word for it, that your secret dreams will never
ever be disclosed by me?"

Suddenly, a thought occurred to me.  It was absurd of course, but not to a
teen ager.  I thought that if I told him all about my dreams, he might
become aroused, and we might have sex together.  You see how ridiculous it
was?  But it did get me to say, "OK."

I thought he would stand up and ask me to lie down on the sofa like I had
seen in movies, but he continued to sit beside me and hold my hand.  I
laughed at myself and my stereotypes.  He didn't have a German accent after
all.  It was pure Southern American.

"Is there any one dream that you have had over and over, or is each dream
different?"

"There is one that I have all the time.  I remember that one down to every
detail.  I've forgotten most of the one time dreams."

"Keep a pad and pencil next to your bed.  Next time you have an erotic
dream, jot it down as soon as you awaken, so you can tell me about it."

I had never heard the word `erotic' before, but I surmised its meaning.  I
knew I would never jot it down as he requested.  What if my parents should
find the pad?

"Now tell me about your recurring dream, and I want to know how old you
were when it started."

"I've been having this dream my whole life, for as long as I can remember.
At first, I didn't understand what was happening, but as I grew older, I
finally understood.  Is it possible to have a dream about sex before you
know what sex is?"

"Yes, I believe so.  Maybe you witnessed your folks having sex when you
were an infant.  You may not have known what they were doing, but it
triggered sexual dreams for you."

"I suppose that's possible."

"Now tell me about the dream."

********** Harold was two years old, when his mother went down to Atlanta
where his grandmother lay dying of breast cancer.  His mother was gone for
three weeks, and returned after the funeral.  She hated to leave her
grieving father alone, but she had responsibilities at home.  During her
absence, a friend of his dad's came over every night.  He stayed until dawn
and then left.

Harold's dad would get him ready for bed and put him in his crib, which was
still in his parents' bedroom.  Over the next hour or so, Mr. Palmer would
check on his son.  When he was sure he was asleep, he and his friend would
creep into bed bare assed naked.  They really weren't worried about Harold.
They were sure he was too young to know what was going on.

What was going on was Harold, Sr. and his buddy were sucking and fucking
each other, just as they had been doing since fifth grade.  They were very
noisy lovers.  The very first night they woke up Harold.  He had no idea
what they were doing, but nothing obstructed his vision of the act.  The
friend and Harold, Sr. made love way longer than Harold could stay awake,
and he eventually fell asleep.  He woke up to witness their activities
several times while his mother was away.

**********

"The dream starts in our living room," I began to describe my dream to
Dr. Schuler.  "My mother isn't there, but my dad, his friend Pete, and
several other men I don't know, are playing poker or some other card game.
After a while Pete puts me to bed.  It's never my father, always Pete.  He
puts me down on my parents' bed.

"Suddenly there are a dozen naked men in bed with me.  The bed seems to be
a mile long, and as far as you can see there are men lying on their sides.
Each one has his weenie in the ass of the guy in front of him.  Pete has
his in my ass.  My dad is not part of the goings on.

"It was only recently that I learned that they were ass fucking.  Sorry,
doctor, I mean having anal sex.  Before that, I thought they were playing
some kind of game."

"What happens next?"

"When I was younger, I usually had a wet dream and woke up.  Now I wake up
and masturbate."

"Do you recall ever seeing any men having anal sex before you dreamt this
dream for the first time?"

"No, but I have been having this dream for as long as I can remember."

Dr. Schuler had been making copious notes during my narrative.  He put his
pad down and asked, "Can you remember any other erotic dreams that are not
necessarily recurring?"

"Yes sir, but I'm not sure if it was a dream I had as I was falling asleep
or just wishful thinking."

"Whichever!  Tell me about it."

"I dream that I have a clone, not a twin brother, but a clone.  My clone
has the same desires that I do, and we have sex together constantly.  We
are not afraid of going to hell. because we aren't really having sex with
anyone but ourselves.  I have had this dream several times, but not for as
long a time or as frequently as the other dream."

"Has your father ever been involved in any of your dreams?" Schuler asked
out of the blue.

"Hell no!  I have been so scared he'll find out about me, I can't conceive
of anything going on between us, not even in a dream.  Look how he's
persecuting me based on just a suspicion.  I will admit that I have dreamed
of having sex with Dad's friend Pete on many occasions.  Pete is a
bachelor, and it is possible that we could have sex together, but not very
likely."

"I'm going to give you homework for our second session next Friday
afternoon," the doctor said.  "I want you to jot down as many of your
dreams as you can remember.  It isn't necessary to record the whole dream.
Just put down a few key words to remind you of what the dream was about.
Now, you go out to the waiting room and send your folks in."

As soon as my parents were comfortably seated, the doctor looked them
straight in the eyes and said, "There is no question that your son is
homosexual."  Neither of them looked particularly surprised or upset.  The
doctor continued.  "Please do not waste time and money on programs and
facilities which promise a cure.  Most patients just pretend to be cured,
in order to get out of the hell those places put them through.  Trust me,
there is no cure.  I can only pray that you will continue to love your son
and support him.  I can't cure Harold, but I believe I can help him accept
what he is, and not feel inferior to his classmates.  If you will allow me
to do that, I'll see him back here next Friday at 4 PM."

My mother remained motionless, but my father nodded his head.

The next day was Saturday and my mother went shopping, leaving Dad and me
alone in the house.  I was absolutely scared to death at what my father
might say or do now that it was an established fact that I was gay.
Imagine my shock when he said to me, "Sit down on the couch, son.  Let's
talk about what happened at the doctor yesterday.  Let's lay it out on the
table, so to speak, so that we don't let it simmer under the surface."

"Did he tell you that I was gay?" I asked.

My dad nodded.

"He promised me that he wouldn't say anything to you.  Did he tell you
about my dreams?"

My father shook his head.  He actually looked surprised at my question.  I
was considerably relieved.

"Look," my father continued.  "There's a chance you aren't gay.  All boys,
maybe girls too, experiment with sex with their friends at your age.  It's
natural.  But almost all of them go on to lead healthy heterosexual lives."

I wasn't reassured by my father's words, and I didn't have the heart to
tell him that I was a dyed in the wool, hopelessly committed, homosexual.
Besides, I hadn't experimented with anyone yet.

"I surely hope so," I muttered.  "Did you ever experiment when you were
young?"

He didn't answer me, but what happened next totally floored me.  For the
first time in his life, my father engulfed me in his huge, strong arms and
hugged me tight.

"I love you, Son," he said, "no matter what."

I must tell you that I was awestruck, in a good way, at my father's
reaction to my coming out.  After all, he is a Conservative Fundamentalist.
Our minister raves constantly about the evil of homosexuals who are trying
to corrupt our children, and undermine the sacred rite of marriage.  I'd
like someone to please tell me how those evil devil worshipers intend to
accomplish all that.

It is very likely that my father revealed to Pete that my homosexuality had
been confirmed.  Pete came for dinner the next evening, and was more
attentive to me than he had ever been before.  Pete was still a bachelor.
He lived alone, and immediately I began to hatch schemes to be alone with
him in his apartment.  I was certain that he was giving me signals, and if
he was, what was my father's relationship to him?  They were close friends;
one might even say bosom buddies.

"Do you remember any more erotic dreams?" Dr. Schuler asked me at my next
session.

"Just one."

"Tell me about it."

"I go to my dad's friend Pete's apartment to bring him something my father
has asked me to deliver to him.  He answers the door and he is completely
naked.  I have never seen him naked in real life, but in the dream his body
is muscular and solid.  His penis is hard and huge and uncut.  He tells me
to get undressed and as soon as I do, he goes down on me."  I stopped
talking.

"What happens next?" Dr. Schuler asked anxiously.

"Nothing!  I woke up and masturbated."  I couldn't bring myself to say
jerked off or whacked off to the doctor.

"If you are attracted to Pete, I have to urge you not to encourage him in
any way.  Even a straight man could want a nubile pretty young boy like
you.  Remember you are a minor, and he could get into a lot of trouble."

I nodded so that Dr. Schuler would know that I did indeed understand.
Besides I wouldn't dare come on to Pete.  He might tell my dad and I might
just as well buy my own coffin.

"How did you feel about having sex with Pete, even if it was only a dream?"

"I felt great.  It's something I would want to do."

Are you ashamed of your secret desires and secret dreams?"

"You know, it's strange.  Before I came here I was full of guilt, but you
keep assuring me that what I feel; masturbation, wet dreams, all that
stuff, is natural, especially at my age.  I really don't feel guilty any
more.  I feel so much better."

"That's a very healthy attitude.  I'm proud of you.  In fact we won't
schedule any further sessions unless you think you need to see me."

Part Two

That afternoon my father surprised me even more.  He told me that he wanted
to make me a party for my upcoming fifteenth birthday.  He asked me to give
him my guest list, so he could plan accordingly.  Please understand that my
father had practically ignored me all my life until then.  So when he
followed up by telling me that for a birthday present he was going to take
me on his annual camping trip with Pete, I damn near fell down in a heap.

I began to dream things that I knew could never happen.  I saw the three of
us at the camp sight, naked the entire week, fishing in the nude, eating in
the nude, eyeing each other's hardons.  I was near euphoric, so happy I
thought that I had died and gone to heaven.  I jerked off constantly,
dreaming of doing unspeakable things with Pete and MY FATHER.

When I realized I was yearning for my father's cock, I called Dr. Schuler
immediately, and made an appointment.  I paid no heed to the consequences
of such action once my father got the doctor's bill.

I sat in an easy chair facing Dr. Schuler, who was seated in a chair facing
me.

"I'm having another recurring dream," I informed my therapist.

"I'm listening," he whispered.

"My father, his friend Pete, and I go camping.  We set up camp and we
immediately get naked.  We lie down in our tent on our sides, and like my
babyhood dream, we have anal sex.  We each orgasm in each other's ass, and
then we change positions.  This goes on and on all week.  We don't eat, we
don't sleep, we don't piss or shit, we don't bathe, and we just have orgasm
after orgasm.  When I wake up, I remember this dream vividly, unlike most
of my dreams."

The doctor was silent.  After awhile I asked him, "Well what do you make of
it?"

"In my opinion you have an Oedipus complex, but since you are gay, you have
the hots for your father instead of your mother.  Are you afraid of the
upcoming trip?"

"Afraid isn't the right word.  I know none of this will happen, but I don't
know if I'll be able to contain my impulses."

"I'm pretty sure you know fantasy from reality.  You'll be alright.  Just
go and have fun."  He was obviously dismissing me.

We started our 7 day camping trip on a Friday evening, and returned one
week before the birthday bash my dad had planned for me.  I was so confused
and conflicted by what happened on the trip that I called Dr. Schuler
immediately.  He saw me after school the next day.  As quickly as I could I
started to relate what happened.  I hardly gave the doctor time to get
comfortably seated, and take out his note pad.

"On Friday evening," I began, "my dad packed our camping gear and we drove
over to Pete's house.  Pete and Dad had agreed to use Pete's truck for the
trip as it would easily contain all our combined gear.  Since they wanted
to get a really early start on Saturday morning, we would sleep at Pete's
and leave from there.  Pete only has a one bedroom apartment.  My dad told
me that he would sleep with Pete and I would sleep on the couch.  Honestly,
doctor, I didn't think anything of it.  After all, we would all be sharing
a tent in the wilds.

"But what happened that evening and into the night, threw me for a loop.
The first thing we did was stow our gear in Pete's truck.  Back in the
apartment, I saw that Pete had prepared a hearty dinner for us.  The table
was set, but nobody sat down.  Instead Pete and Dad went into the bedroom
and came out naked as new born babes.  They saw my shock and Dad told me to
get undressed.  Pete explained that when they went camping together they
always spent the entire time in the nude, and we were now officially on the
trip.

"I couldn't move.  All I could do is stare at their naked bodies.  I
couldn't help it, but I was getting aroused.  If I got naked, I wouldn't be
able to hide the fact."

"What aroused you about their bodies?"

"Well, Pete and my father work out at a gym several evenings a week, so I
wasn't disappointed to see two hard rock specimens.  But they both had
humongous, fat, uncut cocks.  I thought they were huge, but thinking back
on it, I realized that they were partially aroused also.  My father wanted
to know why I was staring at them.  I didn't answer, but I undressed
quickly."

Dr. Schuler was fidgeting in his chair, and was obviously adjusting his own
cock to get more comfortable.  I suddenly realized that I was arousing him,
and I began to think that seducing him might be a probability after all.

"Go on!" he said.

"I was a nervous wreck all through dinner, and I guess it was obvious to
both of them.  After we cleaned up from dinner, they asked me to sit down
on a living room chair and they sat side by side on the sofa.  By now they
were fully erect, and so was I.  There was no hiding it.

"My father said that they had a secret to share with me.  They were only
divulging their secret because I was gay.  Otherwise they would continue to
keep it a secret.  Pete then took over.  He told me that he and my dad were
straight, and that he had a stable of women, one for almost every night of
the week.  However, they have been having sex together since they were ten
years old.  Dad then told me that it was the best sex for both of them,
even better than with my mother.  I asked why it was the best, and Pete
told me because they held nothing back.  They could satisfy each other
completely, like no woman ever could."

"How did it make you feel to find out that your father was having sex with
a man?"

"Horny as hell.  Do you want to hear more?"

"Yes."

"They asked me if I would want to sleep in the same bed with them and
experience man sex for the first time.  I felt kind of weird doing a
threesome with my father, but I accepted.  As soon as we were all together
in bed, I felt their tongues all over me.  I closed my eyes so I don't know
who was doing what, but in addition to kissing me all over, one or both of
them was sucking my cock and my asshole.  I begged them to let me do it to
them and they let me.

"Doctor, it was crazy.  I came several times and I tasted cum, other than
mine, for the first time.  I don't know how long we played, but eventually
I fell asleep.  In my sleep I felt a stiff cock probing at my ass hole, and
that woke me up.  The cock was well lubed, and I let it enter me.  I don't
know if it was my dad or Pete.  I just about fainted when cum filled my
bowels.

"The next day, Pete drove to a remote part of the campsite.  There was
nobody else around and we pitched our tent near a lake.  I would say that
we spent the next week, mostly sucking and fucking.  We didn't eat much,
and we all lost weight.  On the way home yesterday, we stopped at a good
restaurant and had a full course steak dinner."

"How long did you say you were away?" Dr. Schuler asked.

"Over a week."

"I need time to absorb everything you have told me," the doctor said.
"Please go home now and I'll call you."

As soon as I left, Dr. Schuler called my father.  "We must talk as soon as
possible.  I'm afraid your boy has lost touch with reality.  We need to get
him help."

"What do you mean?" my dad asked.

"It's complicated.  He has been relating some of his dreams to me, and
until yesterday he knew they were dreams.  Today he came in and told me
that he went on a camping trick with you and a friend of yours named Pete.
He said he just returned from the trip, which lasted more than a week, but
he was here just yesterday.  He no longer accepts that he's dreaming.  He
believes it really happened."

My father was silent for a long time.  Finally he said, "We aren't due to
take that trip for another two weeks."

"Could you come in and discuss what needs to be done.  Come alone.  Don't
bring your wife."

"I'll come after work tomorrow, if that's OK," my father answered.

Part Three

When my father arrived at Dr. Schuler's office the next afternoon it was
nearly 5 PM.  The doctor told the nurse to go home and lock the office door
behind her.  As soon as they were alone in the office, Dr. Schuler and Dad
fell into each other's arms.  After a few passionate kisses, the doctor
said to my father.  "Harold somehow knows you have a secret sex life, but
he thinks it's with Pete."

My father was stunned.  "You better tell me all about it," he said.

As the doctor began to relate all my secret dreams to my father, both men
began to remove their clothing.  When the narration was complete, my dad
was silent.  He leaned over and buried his face in the doctor's crotch.  It
took only a few strokes for the doctor to cum copiously in Dad's mouth, and
then Dr. Schuler returned the favor.  After they cleaned up and dressed, my
father asked, "What do you think we should do?"

"We both love the boy.  Why not make his dreams come true.  Then he will be
able to distinguish the real from the imagined.  He wants desperately to
have sex with you and Pete."

"Pete's as straight as a ramrod."

"Let me be his substitute, then."

"I dunno.  Let's play it by ear."

They then made plans for my seduction, as if that was going to be hard.  I
still believed at the time that Dad and I had made love all week at the
camp site.

At dinner that night my dad said, "Dr. Schuler wants to meet with us Friday
after school.  He wants to have a frank session with just us men."  I had
been hoping to get my father alone so we could have a go at it like on the
camping trip, but my mother always seemed to be around.

"Maybe you can do something with the girls that night," I stupidly
suggested to my mother.

"Maybe," she answered.

We entered the doctor's office, and his receptionist left for the day,
locking the door behind her.  When we were comfortably seated, Dr. Schuler
addressed me.

"Harold, I'm not sure how, but somehow you have discovered that your father
has a secret gay life."  This should have embarrassed me, but I still
believed that I had sex with my dad, so I remained stoic.

The doctor continued.  "Somehow you believe it's with Pete, but you are
mistaken.  Pete is straight and he has no clue about your dad."

I was stunned.  I turned to my dad.  "That's not possible," I said.  We
three had sex all last week."

"I'm sorry," Dr. Schuler interrupted, "you dreamed all that. It never
happened, but your father does have a secret gay life."

"Then, if not with Pete, who?" I asked.  I did not get an answer.  Instead,
Dr. Schuler stood up and so did my father.  They embraced and started to
kiss passionately.  I was no longer stunned.  I was super flabbergasted.
All I could do was stare at them and watch their trousers tenting.  Finally
they let loose of each other, and Dr. Schuler took my hand.

"Harold, son," my doctor said, "I have to tell you that you are losing
touch with reality.  Your dreams are becoming real to you.  Your father and
I have discussed the problem, and we both feel that by making your
fantasies come true, you will be jolted back to the real world.  You never
had that camping trip with Pete.  It's not scheduled until a couple of
weeks from now."

"No," I cried, "that's impossible.  I swear it happened."

My father started to sob.  He grabbed hold of me and squeezed me tight.
"Harold," he said very softly.  "You are my son, but you are still a minor.
If you want to have sex with Gene and me, we are all for it, but if not,
we'll end it here.  It's your choice to make."

I looked into my father's eyes.  I had never seen his eyes so sad.  But
when I said yes, they brightened immediately.  I looked at Dr. Schuler.  He
was beaming at both of us.

Later that night, my dad and I left the doctors office holding hands.  The
reality was that I was no longer a virgin, with dreams that were erotic,
but pure fantasy.  I had been given a blow job by two pros.  Both had
invaded my body, front and back, and I had done the same to them.  Best
yet, I knew it would happen again.

I squeezed my father's hand even tighter.

"I love you," I told him, "and for your information I'll never confuse
reality with erotic fantasy again."  We walked in silence for a moment and
then I started to laugh.

"What?" Dad asked.

"I just realized that Gene's cock was the first cut cock I have ever seen
in my life."

We both got hysterical with laughter as we got into Dad's car.