Date: Sun, 20 Jun 2010 07:01:10 -0700 From: Justanother Author <hermesauthor@gmail.com> Subject: Father-Brother-Uncle-Son-6 Here's the next installment in this story. I would appreciate any feedback of a positive nature, and of course, flames will be ignored. You can Email me at: HermesAuthor@gmail.com DISCLAIMER: All the usual copyrights apply. This story may involve sexual contact between Adult Men and Younger Males, two Boys, or two Adult Men. If this type of story is not to your liking, or for any reason is forbidden where you live, please, PLEASE, delete this file and stop. If this is to your tastes, then I hope you enjoy this story, for that is all it is. Fiction, Fantasy, the musing of the Author's mind written and shared with you. Any similarities to any person living or dead are purely coincidental. I do not in any way condone, support, or promote any illegal act in any jurisdiction. But, thank God, we still have the right to SAY anything as long as we don't DO anything. So, without any further ado, Please enjoy. Hermes -*- Father, Brother, Uncle, Son Chapter 6 -- Growing Up From Last Time: We spent the next couple days just being together. There was some sex play, but it really wasn't sex. It was love. Me and Dad, Me and Tommy, Tommy and Dad, the three of us together. We were just sharing our love of each other. On the 3rd day, we went back to the dock. We were walking to the car and then dad remembered telling mom we had gone fishing. He told Tommy and me to wait in the car and he went toward the pier. He returned with a burlap sack full of fish. He'd gone to one of the fishing party boats and paid some guys $500 for his bag of fish. I don't think there was ever more love in that car than there was on that afternoon. Chapter 6 - Growing up As it happens to everyone, over time, both Tommy and I grew up. I remember one conversation he and I had when he was 18. He'd said he didn't think he liked girls at all, and he was pretty sure he was really gay. My own interests had blossomed and I had recently, at age 16, gotten a girlfriend and we'd actually had sex. I loved the sex I had with dad and Tommy, but there was another component to Lisa. It was a different level of satisfaction. Tommy went to university and I followed 2 years later. We shared an apartment when I started. It was great. We'd bring home the girl, in my case, or guy, in his case, of our desires and would have wild and passionate sex. Once in a while, when neither of us had dates, we'd have wild and passionate sex with each other. I guess you'd say I was a fully functional, Bi-sexual. On vacations, we'd go home and spend a couple days with Mom and dad, and usually at least one overnight trip with dad. You know what that meant. Of all the sex play dad and I had before he passed away, none was ever as special as that day when I was 12, with Tommy and Uncle Al watching. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- After college, I met a woman, Mary Ann, and we fell deeply in love. After a whirlwind romance that lasted almost a year, I proposed and she accepted. We were married at a huge ceremony that dad insisted in paying for, even though I was not doing too bad myself financially. When he saw me before the ceremony, he told me that he hoped what he'd taught me was valuable. It was intended to show that there was so much love I had to share, and he was so very proud of me. We embraced and I had a real tough time not bawling my eyes out. Tommy met a guy named John, and they moved in together. There was a real connection between the two of them. I could see there was a level of love that equaled that which Mary Ann and I shared. It really shouldn't matter if it's two guys or a man and a woman. Love is love and it transcends all. My son, Robbie Jr. was born when I was 42. He was the most precious thing I'd ever seen and at that moment I understood what dad had meant. There wasn't anything I wouldn't do to make my son's life complete. Dad passed away when Robbie Jr was 6. Mom followed 6 months later. I guess part of her died when dad did, and she was never complete afterwards. Tommy and John were frequent visitors to our house and Robbie Jr couldn't wait until Uncles Tommy and John would come for a visit. I looked at my son every single day with fascination. He was a loving boy, and quite intelligent. I wondered if I was like him at that age. Tommy and John came over for Robbie's 10th birthday. He was excited because he was now in double digits. Looking at him, I couldn't help but think back to my childhood when I was 10. I think Tommy realized what I was thinking. He and I went into the study. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- "You ARE going to teach him the way Dad taught both of us, aren't you?" "I've been thinking about it, and you know, I look back on those times with such joy and happiness, I don't think it would be fair for me to deny him that. Yes, I will. This summer." "Are you going to do it the same way Dad did? You know, he did it the same for me as he did for you." "Probably. We'll talk more about it. Right now, I want to watch my son enjoy his birthday." We returned to the party. All was right with the world. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Summer vacation came and Robbie was so excited about taking his first camping trip with his dad, alone. I thought about it and decided to take Robbie to the same place dad had taken me. But, that's another story. Chapter 7 -- Father and Son We backpacked up into the mountains. Robbie was just drinking in the scenery. During the past 2 days we hadn't seen another living soul. I loved my son with all my heart. He was a wonderful boy, and a good person to boot. We were really having a great time. On the third day, I found the same lake that dad and I had been at so many years before. It still looked just as pristine as I remembered it. It was like we were the last two people in the world. It was a very hot day and I made a passing comment to Robbie that it would be nice if we went swimming. He looked at me and said, "But Dad, we didn't bring bathing suits." I looked at him and smiled. "Who needs 'em!" And with that I began taking off my clothes, just as my dad had done. He began to giggle as I stripped down naked. I think it was the first time he ever saw me fully nude. I saw him staring at my penis hanging down. I looked at my son and said, "Well, are you going swimming or not?" For a moment, I didn't see him standing there, but I saw myself, things were happening exactly as they had so many years ago. I watched his embarrassment as he began removing his clothing, remembering how I had felt. I looked at my cherub. Standing there bearing his soul and his body to his dad. I shook off my reverie and yelled, "Last one in is a rotten egg!" and started running toward the water. He took off after me, barely aware of his nudity. We swam and swam and played in the water for hours. When we finally got out, it was starting to get dark and he was shivering because he was wet and cold. I noticed this and grabbed our sleeping bags. I zipped them together and told him to climb in. He started to protest saying he needed to get dressed first, but I told him that he should just get in naked, that he would warm up quicker, so he did. It was amazing. Some 40 some years had passed and things transpired on that magical week the same as they had for me when I was in his shoes (or not in them as the case may be). We returned home and Tommy phoned. I told him all about the week and invited him down a few weeks later. He told me that John had a business trip and he was going to be lonely, so he'd love to come visit. I told him, I'd move his bed back into our old room, and he could share it with his nephew. Things had come full circle. I looked back on my life and experiences with my Father, Brother, Uncle, and now my son. Nothing could be more right. Nothing could have been more loving. I pity those who didn't have the opportunity to experience all the wonders and joy I did. The End Author's Note: There you have it. I could have gone into more detail about the sex play between Robbie Sr and Robbie Jr, but I felt it would lessen the impact of the emotions. If you want to now what happened, re-read chapter 1. It went down exactly the same way this time between father and son. At some point I may revisit this family. There may be a story to tell between Robbie Jr and his uncle Tommy. One never know. I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I did writing it for you. Thank you all for your comments. Hermes