Date: Wed, 28 Oct 2009 00:48:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: Uncle Wiggly <uncle.wiggly@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sweet Sixteen

This is just a silly bit of fluff that I concocted. It's about gay male
incest and authoritarianism. Though it may become somewhat darker, it will
never become hardcore BDSM, because I just plain don't like pain.

It in no way resembles real life and takes place in an alternate universe
where all boys are over 18, babies are delivered by storks, and the only
pussies are on boys' backsides. (Though the title is "Sweet Sixteen," Bobby
was already two-and-a-half when the stork delivered him.)

Though not the first written, this will be the first story that I post, so
please be gentle with me. I'm not a linear thinker, so installments may
come in spurts. Constructive criticism would be appreciated. If you wish to
flame me, please write "THIS IS A FLAME!" in the subject line so that I can
be sure to read it first.

And really, if you are offended by gay sex, why are you on a site that has
"gay" in the address bar? Do yourself--and gay men everywhere--a favour and
google "psychotherapy."


Sweet Sixteen by Augustus T. Wigglesworth IV


Bobby was running purely on adrenaline that Friday morning in June. He'd
been so excited the night before that it seemed like his Sponge Bob alarm
clock was shouting, "WAKE UP! SLEEPYHEAD!" even before his head hit the
pillow.

He happily jumped out of bed, and Johnson was already waiting in the
bathroom to help him take off his special underpants so that he could sit
down and pee-pee. He didn't even notice that Johnson's "Good morning,
Bobby," sounded a little sad today.

Bobby's bottom was still loose from the special "boystetcher" attachment in
his underpants and he giggled as the cool air tickled his insides. The
"boystretchers" had gotten progressively bigger over the years. They hurt
at first, but he quickly got used to it and they even started to feel good
after a while. Now he couldn't imagine not having one. (His BFFs, twins
Timmy and Tommy Dalton, had even shone him how if you ground your bottom on
the chair just right you could make yourself feel REALLY good, even at
school.)

Johnson congratulated Bobby on the particularly large amount of sticky
stuff in his underpants. Bobby didn't remember having any special fun
dreams last night, but he usually always had at least one the night before
any big day. And today was the BIGGEST day of all!

As Johnson led him back to his bed, Bobby groaned, "Oh, not today. Can't I
just get dressed and go downstairs?"

"Bobby, I thought you liked my special massages. Don't I always give you
the tinglies?"

Bobby whined, "OK," but grinned anyway as he flopped down on his tummy. He
did like the special massages and he truly loved the tinglies. As Johnson
grabbed hold of his bottom cheeks, he wondered again why Johnson never
massaged his front. Would it still be "self-abuse" if Johnson rubbed his
pee-pee? But that thought was quickly forgotten as Johnson started to
finger his bottomhole. In moments, Bobby was gasping through the tinglies
as Johnson strummed three fingers over his magic button. Johnson gave him
the little cloth with his sticky stuff on it. He still screwed up his nose
when he licked it up, but he had secretly gotten to like the taste. It
reminded him of the banana milk he had at school and that Daddy put in the
protein shakes he made for Bobby every afternoon.

Johnson was ready with a fresh pair of underpants. The "boystretcher" was a
little bigger today, so it took a bit longer than usual to insert and get
it seated properly. And Bobby's resulting hard pee-pee had to go down
before he could fit into the tight underpants.

Johnson then helped him with his shirt and shorts and then Bobby sat on his
bed as Johnson pulled up his knee socks and tied his shoes for him. His
uniform jacket, clip-on tie, and cap would be waiting with his book-bag on
the big round table in the foyer. Daddy didn't like him to don those until
after breakfast in case there were any spills. Boys will be boys, and even
with a napkin and a bib, Bobby could still manage to get stains in the most
unlikely places.

He bounded down the stairs two at a time and ran to the dining room. He
slowed to a quick walk just before he got to the door so that Daddy
wouldn't scold him for running inside. Though the only reprimand he ever
got was a stern "Robert," he still hated to disappoint his Daddy.

He'd barely gotten in the door before the familiar strains of "Happy
Birthday to you! Happy Birthday..." began. The dining room was all decked
out with balloons and streamers and a big banner that said, "Happy Sweet
Sixteen, Bobby!" His Daddy and even his Uncle Dick and cousin Peter were
already seated with party hats and those things that make a funny noise and
get long and puff up when you blow into them.

Bobby jumped when Johnson snapped the rubber band holding the sparkly
cardboard crown on top of his soft brown curls. He forgot himself and ran
to Daddy giving him a hug and a big wet kiss right on the lips. But there
was no scolding today. Just a big hug and a lap cuddle. Today was Bobby's
special day! Turning sixteen was a big deal. He was coming of age--at least
in the state where they lived.

"Are you going to go to your chair? Or are you going to eat breakfast
sitting on my lap?" Daddy said.

Bobby knew he'd have to take a seat sooner or later, but right now, he
said, "I'm going to sit right here!"

"Oh, you are. Are you? Well, then I might just have to tickle you!"

Bobby was giggling and squealing before Daddy's thick fingers even made
contact with his body. Daddy knew that thirty seconds was about all that
Bobby could take or he'd have a wet lap, so he kept it to fifteen just to
be on the safe side.

When the giggles died down and Bobby could finally catch his breath, he
nuzzled into his Daddy's neck and said, "I love you more than anything,
Daddy."

Daddy kissed his forehead, and said, "I know you do. You're Daddy's
favourite sixteen year old boy."

"I'm your only sixteen year old boy, Daddy," he giggled.

"Well, you're still my favourite. Now, jump down!"

Bobby took his seat just as Johnson entered with the most wonderful
birthday cake ever. It was shaped like a sunken galleon with Sponge Bob and
Patrick right on top and "Happy Birthday" written in baby blue icing across
the sail.

"Birthday cake for breakfast!?!"

Bobby's birthdays were always a big deal, but cake for breakfast was
unprecedented. Daddy and Uncle Dick were very concerned that Bobby and his
cousin Peter always had proper nutrition. Johnson was a registered
dietician as well as a practical nurse. Lofty credentials for a house boy.

"Today, my sweet baby boy turns sixteen. I think we can bend some rules and
maybe even change some others. Now, make a wish, take a deep breath, and
blow!"

Bobby closed his eyes and thought. He already had everything he wanted. A
big, handsome Daddy that loved and protected him. A big, safe house and
grounds surrounded by a high wall. A big, bright room right next to Daddy's
in case he had a nightmare. And even a big, fun school just for boys like
him. He had so much in common with the other boys there that they all
couldn't help but be friends. (And even though they were strict, all of his
teachers were so big and strong and handsome that you just wanted to do
what they said.)

Since he already had so much, Bobby wished that his Daddy would always get
whatever he wanted. And he puffed his smooth, toned, little chest out and
blew as hard as he could. So hard that Patrick fell over into the thick,
creamy frosting on top.

And so hard that he heard, "Whoa, that's some lung power you got there,
Cuz! You already know how to blow."

Both Daddy and Uncle Dick yelled, "Peter!"

Bobby had been so excited that he had hardly noticed his uncle and
cousin. Even though they all lived in the same big old house, they rarely
broke fast together. The brothers had separate wings and kept different
hours. Uncle Dick was a retired Marine and Peter went to a military
academy. He only came home on the weekends. They both were always up before
the crack of dawn and had already done a full workout and run 5 miles
before Bobby and his Daddy even got up.

Though no man could ever replace his Daddy in his heart, Bobby was always
attracted to his Uncle Dick. He was big and tall and strong with broad
shoulders and thick biceps. And he was soooo handsome! He could pick Bobby
up and twirl him around. He wasn't warm and cuddly like his Daddy, but
Bobby still loved for Uncle Dick to hold him. He would tickle Bobby and
make him squirm around on the hard mound in his lap. Bobby knew it was his
uncle's pee-pee that poked at his bottom and that just made him squirm
more.

Bobby liked his cousin Peter much better since he'd been in military
school. He used to play rough and had even broken Bobby's arm when he was
10. It really was an accident. Peter even cried. But that might have been
more from fear of Uncle Dick's punishment than for Bobby's well-being.

Uncle Dick sent Peter off to Master's Military Academy when he turned
12. Peter was much more disciplined now and had grown so big and
handsome. He was on the academy's swim team and Bobby loved to watch
Peter's dripping wet muscles and his big bulging Speedos as he emerged from
the pool. Bobby wasn't allowed to go in the pool without his Daddy, but he
was perfectly content to grind his little bottom on the hard stone garden
bench. He'd pretend to read as he surreptitiously gazed at Peter. That
ALWAYS gave Bobby the tinglies! (And it never fooled Peter.)

After the candles were out and the cake was eaten, out came the presents!
From Daddy, there was a great big floor pillow. It was almost as big as
Bobby's bed. It was covered in soft baby blue corduroy and smelled like the
inside of Daddy's closet.

Next Uncle Dick and Peter gave him a baby blue Frisbee. Peter promised to
teach Bobby how to play with it over the weekend. He even laughed, and
said, "Maybe we can go to the park." Bobby didn't get it, Daddy looked mad,
and Uncle Dick just smirked.

Bobby was about to get up to kiss everyone when he heard, "Sir. May I?"

He turned as his Daddy nodded to Johnson. Johnson's hand was behind his
back as he approached Bobby. He said, "Happy Birthday, Bobby," and
presented him with a big, baby blue teddy bear. Inside a heart-shaped
applique on the bear's chest was written, "My Heart Belongs to Daddy!"
Bobby jumped up and hugged Johnson crushing the bear between them. This was
an extra special gift because it was so unexpected. Johnson did so much for
Bobby--and everyone else--and melted so well into the background that it
was easy to take him for granted.

There were tears in his eyes when Johnson said, "I love you, Bobby, as if
you were my own son."

Daddy snapped, "I think that will be all, Johnson." And Johnson scurried
out of the room.