Date: Tue, 19 Sep 2000 08:17:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tom Borden <tombor99@excite.com>
Subject: "My Father, My Son"  1st Installment

The following is the first chapter of my novel, "My Father, My Son."  The
story is mostly fictional, but contains some elements that are true from
the author's own experience.  The story contains explicit descriptions of
sexual activity among family members.  The story contains no violence, and
all sexual activity is with the complete consent of all the persons
involved.  Anyone who is offended or otherwise disgusted by this kind of
material should read no further.  The author welcomes any comments at any
time, whether constructive or destructive, and whether praiseful or
damning.  Suggestions of any kind are equally welcome.  Send to:
tombor99@excite.com

My Father, My Son

Rain fell throughout the day on the first of June in the small community of
Monroe, Texas.  It was a special day, however, for one of its residents.
Jeff Walker had just graduated from high school with top honors that
morning, and his parents were celebrating at home with a small gathering of
relatives and friends.  Jeff's father, Michael Walker, was his usual
outgoing, ebullient self, mixing drinks, passing around a huge platter of
cold cuts and small pieces of rye bread, and telling all who would listen
about Jeff's scholarship package down at the University in Austin.

Marion Walker, Jeff's mother, gave most of her attention to her two older
spinster sisters, who sat glumly next to each other.  Aunt Cassie, the
older sister, had the annoying habit of greeting every man who came into
the room with a very obvious intense stare at his genital area.  The male
members of the family were quite used to this, but others found it
unnerving.

Jeff's father Michael had been brought up on a cattle ranch in south Texas.
He had become a good horseman and wrangler, but as he grew older, he became
less and less satisfied with the lonely life on the ranch.  His several
visits to the city of San Antonio made him long for the bright lights and
excitement he knew was waiting for him there.  Michael's father, known by
all as Ole Ben, had done what he believed to be the proper thing with his
son Michael, and took him aside one day to explain the "facts of life."  Of
course, the sexual activity among the animals on the ranch was clear for
all to see, and Michael had learned very early what was going on as he
watched the various animals engaged in "humping," as they called it.  Ole
Ben's job was merely to put a human face on all this kind of activity and
bring it into the world of civilized behavior.

Ole Ben had done the routine with his oldest son and was now very confident
that he could impart his knowledge with no difficulty to Michael.  He went
over the particulars of the sex act as it applied to humans; things like:
"A human don't always climb on the back of a woman when he's humping, but
often humps from the front."  He described where the vagina was located on
a woman and found himself getting farther into an erotic description of the
actual act than he had intended to.  He eventually got control of himself
and talked about responsibility in matters of sex, contraception, and
masturbation, and very importantly, the pleasure that one gets from sexual
activity.  Through all of this talk, however, Michael was still very
curious about the actual sex act and kept asking Ole Ben to describe it in
more detail.  He asked if he and his mother still did the sex act.  Ole
Ben, rather than going on much longer about it, said that he and Michael's
mother did still do it for pleasure.  Still hearing Michael ask for
details, Ole Ben decided to simply say "Our bed is very close to the back
window in our bedroom, and sometimes we can very easily look out and see
the moon, which is very romantic."

Michael quickly got the idea that Ole Ben was trying to hint at.  The next
night, fourteen year old Michael went out into the backyard of their
sprawling one-story house and, standing some feet away from the window in
the dark, he saw what he had hoped to see.  His mother and father were
actually fucking, and his father was doing it doggy fashion.  Michael
became so hard that he dropped his own pants and began stroking himself.
When Ole Ben was about to cum, he pulled out and shot several long ropes of
white cum all over his wife's back.  Then he glanced over at the window and
smiled just in case Michael had taken the hint and was out there watching.
He took the view that he and his wife were doing nothing wrong.  If Michael
was spying on them, it wasn't because he was asked to.  Michael continued
his voyeuristic nightly outings in the back yard almost until he went away
to college.  Ole Ben told him years later that knowing that Michael had
been watching him always heightened his orgasms.  They complimented each
other.  Michael was the voyeur and Ole Ben was the exhibitionist.

When Michael was away at college, one of his favorite pastimes was to go
dancing.  He was so good at it, and had such a fine physique, that one of
the girls that he dated talked him into learning how to be an exotic male
dancer and stripper.  Thus began a career during college that netted
Michael a fine income.  He frequently hired himself out for sorority
parties, bachelorette parties for brides-to-be, and other miscellaneous
engagements at local gay bars and clubs.  It was at one of the sorority
parties where he met his wife, Jeff's mother.  She always delighted as the
years went on to repeat the story of how she was able to snag this gorgeous
man when his pants were down.  As a fairly well-known and respected
businessman in the area, he was now embarrassed to have his exotic dancing
and stripping days brought up.  But Marion Walker seemed to find endless
joy in telling the story.

During those nights when Michael performed in gay bars, he always had
dozens of hands groping him and feeling him, which he eventually learned
not to mind.  As time went on, he also allowed himself to be taken to some
secluded room in these bars where the bartenders would give him blow jobs.
Several times, he gave in to their requests to fuck them.  Michael learned
to enjoy these encounters.  He found that blow jobs with the gentle lips
and tongue of a man produced far and away more powerful orgasms than his
own hand.  He had only fucked one woman in his life, and that was his
future wife, Marion.  But he found even more excitement from entering the
very tight butt holes of men.

It was very much expected of Michael to marry and have kids, like his older
brother had.  He enjoyed sex with Marion and it wasn't a very hard decision
for him to go ahead and marry her.  But now he was forty-three years old
and was about to send his younger son off to college.  He was sorry in a
way that the house would now be empty of kids.  He really had had a great
time bringing up the two boys.  Since Michael had been used to open nudity
in his home when he was growing up, he made Marion agree that there would
be free and open nudity in their home, as well.  She agreed, but said the
nudity rule would not apply to her.  She wished to be dressed when around
the boys.  Since Michael's performing days in gay bars, he had developed a
fascination for male genitals.  He was extremely interested in all the
various stages of development of his sons' penises and testicles.  He even
found himself, as the boys grew up, getting aroused by the sight of their
developing bodies.  Michael soon told himself that he needed to be honest
and admit to himself that he might be bi-sexual.  His fantasies while
having sex were practically always about other males.

Even though sex with Marion occurred two or three times each week, Michael
continued to masturbate at least once a day.  He would do it at anytime and
anywhere it was convenient.  One afternoon, the mood struck him when he was
in the garage, where he was fixing the windshield wipers on his car.  He
simply dropped his pants down to around his ankles and leaned against the
car and started to jack off vigorously.  He hadn't seen Jeff who was
outside and about to come into the garage through the side door.  When Jeff
opened the door and entered, Michael suddenly exploded with an orgasm and
shot his load onto the concrete floor.  Jeff then ran into the house and up
to his room.

As soon as Michael could get himself cleaned up and pull his pants up, he
went upstairs and knocked on Jeff's door.

He called, "Jeff, can I come in?  I need to talk with you."

Jeff said he could come in, and Michael entered and found Jeff lying on his
bed staring at the ceiling.  Michael sat on the side of the bed.

After an awkward silence, Michael began, "Jeff, now that you are 12 years
old, I have been meaning to talk with you about sexuality and all that just
like Ole Ben did for me.  But I'm afraid I wasn't quick enough and I want
to explain about what you saw down there in the garage."

"Dad," Jeff interrupted, "I know what you were doing."

"You do?

"You were jerking off.  I just didn't think adults jerked off when they
were married."

"Jeff, sexual desire doesn't die when you become an adult."

"I know, but you have mom to do it with," retorted Jeff.

Michael knew this was the time when the "facts of life" needed to be talked
about.  For the next two or three hours, Michael explained everything he
could to Jeff about sexuality of both men and women, as well as the
mechanical and psychological processes involved in sexual arousal and
desire.  It wasn't long before Jeff began to open up and ask questions
about almost every facet of sex.  Michael stressed the pleasure aspects of
sexual activity, but also talked about respect for one's partner and being
responsible in the matter of sex with girls.

"You won't be old enough for a few years to be able to handle sex with a
girl responsibly.  I actually didn't realize you had started masturbating
already, but that's a good thing.  There is no reason why young men your
age who are able to achieve orgasms should not have full enjoyment--but
only through masturbation.  Personally, I need to have that sexual release
and enjoyment almost every day, while your mother doesn't need it that
often."

"You don't have to worry about me having sex with girls," Jeff said.  "My
friend Curt and I jack-off all the time together after school and we don't
think about girls."

"I know," said Michael.  "You're just too young.  The time will come,
though."

"No, dad, that isn't it.  We think about the gym teachers who get naked and
always take showers with us after our gym classes.  We would really like to
have bodies like those someday.  And sometimes they get erections when
they're in there with us.  And that really makes us hot."

This took Michael a little by surprise.  Since Jeff was able to achieve
orgasm, he was obviously capable of thinking or fantasizing about sex.  But
when Michael heard that Jeff thinks mainly of men when he thinks of sex, he
didn't know quite what to make of that.

Jeff didn't mention it to Michael, but he found himself enormously aroused
by the sight of his dad with his pants down around his ankles and shooting
sperm onto the garage floor.  He had always secretly been attracted to his
dad's body and would frequently fantasize about it when he jacked off.

Over the years, Michael and Jeff made no effort to hide their individual
masturbation activity.  They were already quite used to seeing each other
naked, and as Jeff went through his high school years, there was no
embarrassment in catching each other masturbating, whether it be in bed, in
the shower, or anywhere else.  And although there was no embarrassment,
neither Michael nor Jeff ever spoke to the other about the physical
attraction they had for each other.  To Michael, such thoughts bordered on
the unspeakable.  As much as he tried to put these feelings aside, he
remained disturbed over the sexual attraction he had increasingly felt
through the years for his own son.  Jeff also suffered a mass of confused
feelings over his sexual desire for his father.  Neither father nor son
knew of the other's feelings.

Now that Jeff had his high school diploma, he had arranged to work over the
summer down on his grandfather's ranch.  He was promised that the work
would not be easy.  Not only did the daily chores need to be kept up with,
but a large number of general repairs were needed to be done in preparation
for putting the ranch up for sale during the coming year.  Ole Ben had lost
his wife the year before from a heart attack, and neither of their sons was
interested in taking on the ranch.  Jeff took the bus down, and was let off
at the road leading into his grandfather's property.  It was a hot dry day
and the road was nothing more than two sand and gravel ruts.  As the bus
started to drive away, a cloud of yellow dust was blown up which stuck to
the sweat on Jeff's face.  He could see the house and some outbuildings in
the distance and figured it must be at least a two-mile walk.  By the time
he arrived at the house, his suitcase felt like it was filled with rocks.
Ole Ben came bursting out onto the front porch and, putting his arm around
Jeff's shoulders, led him into the house.  He called to Enrique, his
Mexican houseboy, who spoke very little English.  He told Enrique to set up
some iced tea on the back porch for them.

Leading Jeff out on the porch, Ole Ben said, "Now, my young lad, where do
you want to bunk?  You can stay either here in the house, or out there with
the hands in the bunk house.  It ain't air-conditioned either place, so it
makes no difference that way."

"Well ..... I think I'll stay here in the house," Jeff finally stammered.

"I think you'll be happier here, my boy.  Them guys are pretty rough
characters.  Besides you can have yer own bathroom, instead of having to
use them big gang showers out there."

 Ole Ben and Jeff sat on the porch talking about the ranch for about two
hours, and Jeff drank an entire pitcher of iced tea.

Turning to Jeff, Ole Ben said, "Enrique here has been a great help to me
since your grandma died.  He works all the time.  He cooks my food and
cleans the house when it needs it and does the laundry.  He's a good boy."

Jeff said, "Does Enrique live in the bunk house?"

"No, he lives right here so he can be close when I need him.  He's a good
boy."

Several of the hands came up to the porch to see who the visitor was, and
Ole Ben proudly introduced Jeff as Michael's son.  Some of the men were old
enough to remember Michael when he lived there as a boy.  One of them, who
Ole Ben called Joseph, winked at Ole Ben and said, "Christ!  He's just as
handsome as his old man!"

Enrique soon heated up some canned stew for supper, which really put Jeff
into a sweat.  As soon as they were done eating, Ole Ben said, "Well, I can
see it's time for bed."

"But it's just eight o'clock," Jeff said.  "Why are you going to bed so
early?"

"Well, Jeff, we always get to bed early out here.  We have to get up at
five to git a jump on the work before the heat of the day."

Jeff actually felt tired enough to go to sleep this early, so he said
goodnight and went into his room at the end of the hall right next to Ole
Ben's room.  As he was about to close his door, he heard Ole Ben calling to
Enrique.

"Come along now, Enrique.  You can leave them dishes until tomorrow.  And
before you come, git in there and pee first.  Remember what happened last
time.

Jeff lay in bed listening to noises made by the outdoor critters and
wondered about Enrique.  He was a handsome, slender, and sensuous young man
with a beautiful dark complexion and long straight black hair that hung
almost to his shoulders.  Jeff thought he couldn't be any older than
thirteen or fourteen.  Then he heard Ole Ben's voice through the wall
giving some sort of instructions to Enrique.  He couldn't make it out.  But
soon, he heard one command very loud and clear:

"Get up here closer, Enrique, and raise your funckin' hips a little more,
damn it!"

Ole Ben was having his way with Enrique.  Jeff wondered whether that was
Enrique's pay for his labors or just part of the job.  Presently, after a
fairly long silence, there came a long, low growling moan from Ole Ben.
There was no mistaking it.  It was the sound of a very satisfying orgasm.

Jeff thought, "So that's what the old fart is up to."

The sounds from the next room, as well as the image of little Enrique
getting fucked brought Jeff into full erection.  There was only one thing
to do.  When he finally had his own orgasm and shot his sperm onto his
stomach, he purposely made a groan that he hoped Ole Ben could hear.  Then
he laid back and started to contemplate what this summer was going to be
like.  In another week, his dad would be coming down to the ranch for a few
days to discuss the pending sale and the expenditures that will be needed
to bring the old place into salable condition.  Soon, Jeff fell sound
asleep.


This is the first chapter of "My Father, My Son."  Additional chapters will
be posted shortly.  All comments of any nature will be welcome, and every
e-mail I receive will be responded to promptly.
Tom Borden
Tombor99@excite.com