Date: Tue, 14 Dec 2004 00:31:30 -0500
From: Dexter <dbomo34@hotmail.com>
Subject: Truth is Hard  (T/t,mast,oral,anal,incest)

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publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it
has been posted, without the consent of the author.
WARNING:

This story contains descriptions of sexual acts involving a man and a MINOR
boy. It is not intended to promote illegal acts against minors, but to
demonstrate that men and boys can love each other.  The sexual acts
described in the story are not encourage to perform with minors. If the
subject of man/boy love offends you, if this material is illegal in your
place of residence, or if you are under the legal age for such material, do
not read further!

A note from the writer:
     I have thought about writing this story many times before but wasn't
quite sure if it would be accepted very well. I've noticed that most truer
story just don't seem either interesting enough or just to hard to believe.
But as I read Rodie's Love even though the writer say's it's not a true
story  he talks about how some events were taken from a true story and parts
of that story reminded me so much of my childhood, I decided to give it a
try. I'm not a writer and have never tried to be one so if the story is hard
to read that's why.

Truth is hard to tell

     Sometimes truth is the hardest thing to believe, mainly because most
people have their own idea's of what they see as normal, or right and almost
none of us think a like. Being a thirty five year old male it took me years
to admit to my self what my sexuality is. Because of my upbringing I never
thought of myself as homosexual or even bisexual even though today I know I
always was. I heard so many say that it is not something your born with but
more like a sickness you get. I would be a person that would believe both
for quite awhile.

     Growing up the youngest in a family of six, four kids two parents. Us
kids were all raised in certain beliefs and homosexuality was not one of
them. My parents were very out spoken and made sure their son's and daughter
knew that in their mind homosexual's or even bisexual were beyond evil.

     My family was proud of a lot of things, family history being only one
of them. My grandfather, my dad's dad had once been a senator before
starting his own business. Being very wealthy he owned many of his own
business which my dad ran and over time were slowly passed down to him.
Grandfather had three children my dad being the oldest.

      My oldest brother, David who was the oldest, was eight years older
then I was. My sister Deb what I called her, short for Debra was a year
younger then him. Daryl the brother just above me and the one who was
suppose to be my parents last child was two years younger then Deb. For the
next five years Daryl would enjoy the happy times of being the youngest
child. Not only in my parents and grandparents eyes but in his older brother
and sister to. So when I, Dexter would accidentally enter the picture five
years later I was not a happy arrival for Daryl. Being the new child in the
family I quickly became grandpa's favorite and since we lived right next
door to each other I saw him a lot.

     Three years after Daryl was born my mother decided she wanted to go
back to the career she had left before getting pregnant with David. Before
David came along mom was a very successful architect and now that the three
kids were in school she felt she could start again. So with David and Deb in
elementary school and Daryl in preschool mom went back to work. After a year
of struggling with getting my siblings used to there new life style and mom
working her way back up a long ladder to become successful. You can just
imagine what she thought when she found out four months later that she was
pregnant with me. According to my sister mom was happy but miserable all at
the same time. Luckily my parents didn't believe in abortion or I probably
won't be here today.

     Out of the family Deb was the one I knew the least, because by the age
of ten she had been excepted into a school for the gifted which resided up
north. Deb practically lived at school only coming home for the holidays and
summer time. David and I were both excepted into a private school but we
still didn't measure up to Deb.
     My grandparents didn't want to see my mom give up her career again so
they volunteered to watch me after school. They would pick me up after
school and take me to their house where I would stay until one of the family
came and retrieved me.
     Things didn't change much even after my grandmother died. I was only
five so it really didn't affect me much, but I still can remember the
funeral. After the funeral we all went to my grandparents house. It would be
the first time I would ever meet my dad's brother and sister. They both had
very different lives, dad's brother being in the military I believe in order
to just piss my grandfather off and my aunt who lived in New York where she
handled my grandfathers east coast offices.

     The adults talked while my brother, cousins and I all played. I was the
youngest so I tagged around after Daryl and Mike. My cousin Mike was the
same age as Daryl and also hated me following them, but no where near as much
as Daryl did. According to David, Daryl had been jealous of me since the day
I was born. I never quite understood it but one day David did try to explain
it to me and this is what he said. For five years Daryl was the baby of the
family and he feels you took that away from him. "But I didn't mean to." I
said. I know, but look how you stepped in being grandpa's favorite, how now
he has to share his room and all his toy's as well as the only one in our
family in public school. Before you were born everyone said it was because
he was the youngest and spoiled that made him not get the grades to get into
our private school. But then you came along now the youngest and made it
easily. It just makes him look stupid that's all.

     They had gone over to our house to play Daryl's new video game system.
In the early 1970's it was not a normal thing to have, they had just come
out and were expense, so not every child had one. I followed my brother into
his room against my brother and cousin's wishes and sat down to watch. I
must point out that even though I shared his room he wasn't happy about it.
The house was big with seven rooms up stairs and he just couldn't see why he
had to share a room with me. But it was simple, the room's where, my parents
master bedroom and bath. My brother's and sister's room which also had their
own bathrooms. Then there were four other rooms upstairs of which one of
then was Daryl's room. I still called it his room because he reminded me of
that every time I enter it. The other three rooms where made up as my
father's office, mother's office and up stairs sitting room. The sitting
room had no walls on three of its sides, opening it up to the hallway,
stairway and down stairs.

     I sat watching my brother and cousin as they hit a ball back and forth
on the screen, laughing when they did trying to fit in. Finally after about
thirty minutes they got bored and asked me if I wanted to play a game with
them. Being glad they including me in there game I said "yes." We ran out
back behind our fence where there was an orange orchard, we played out here
a lot because there were acres of land to play in. Once there they told me
we were going to play cowboys and Indian and that I was the Indian. Being
only five year old I said "Sure what am I suppose to do." They told me how I
was suppose to hide and make sure they didn't find me. I said okay and
started to leave when Mike said "Wait, Indian's only wear a linen cloth for
clothing so take every thing off but your underwear."

"Why?" I asked.

     "Because it's what they wear and since you're the Indian do it." Mike
said.

     "But I don't want to take my clothes off." I protested.

     "Then fine if you don't want to play then go in side. I didn't want you
playing with us anyway you baby!" Daryl yelled.

     Daryl always knew that if he called me a baby he usually got what he
wanted so I slowly undressed. Once I was standing there in nothing but my
white briefs Mike explained the rules to me. My eye's got wider and wider as
he explained that I had better not allow them to catch me or I was going to
be tortured. Mike gave me until the count of ten as a head start and once he
started counting I started running. But I was even small for a five year old
and Mike didn't waste any time counting so they had taken off after me
before I could even get out of sight.

     Mike and Daryl caught up to me in no time, I had only ran about a
hundred feet from where I had left them. Behind me Mike grabbed for me but
his fingers slipped off my shoulders making him for a second start to lose
his balance. Mike recovered quickly and kept right at my heals. I now
realize just how unfair this was. I was running on dirt and rocks and had
bare feet since I had to take every thing off. They on the other hand had
shoes on and were bigger. When Mike reached out for me the second time he
lunged for the waist band of my underwear. When he pulled to try and stop me
I lost my balance falling to the ground. Just before I hit the ground I
heard the rip as I felt my underwear leave my body. Hitting the ground I had
the wind knocked out of me as both Mike and Daryl started to laugh as I
started to cry. With in seconds both boys were gone leaving me crying on the
ground. Getting back up and walking back to where I took my clothes off I
found they weren't there. Luckily when your five your not modest so I just
walked back to the house. I was surprised when I tried to open the door and
found it locked. Apparently Mike and Daryl lock me out.

     I head to my grandparents house still naked as the day I was born and
went inside. Luckily there weren't any strangers still there just family.
Running inside the first person I saw to comfort me was grandpa. Seeing me
he quickly picked me up asking what happened. I didn't get a chance to
answer because David answered for me telling grandpa he'd take care of it
and started to leave.

     "Now David your parents just left, I want no broken bones you hear."
Grandpa said.

     "I won't hurt him that bad, but dam it grandpa he's going to learn to
pick on someone his own size." David said.

     David had always looked after me a lot more then the other two, maybe
because he was a lot older or maybe because he loved me I don't know whichl.

     "Mom and dad left?" I said.

      "Yes your aunt, uncle and parents had some things they had to take
care of so David and I agreed to watch you guy's." Grandpa said.

     Grandpa took me to his den so I could watch TV. Placing me on his lap
he covered me with a blanket and held me. I always loved the warmth of his
body against mine, the feel of his arm's around me. Back then I didn't
understand why but I always felt safe and secure in his arm's so in just a
matter of minutes I fell asleep.

     I awoke some hours later, the lights had been turned down and the TV
was so low you could barely hear it. As I turned my head so I could look at
grandpa's face I noticed for the first time that my penis was as hard as a
rock, On the outside of the blanket grandpa's hands were resting on top of
it. I know it was a accident but even then I loved the feeling. He wasn't
moving just hold me, I looked up at him and noticed he was sleeping. The
house was so quite I knew we must be alone. Talking softly I made sure
grandpa was a sleep and when he just kept on sleeping I moved my hands
slowly to his face rubbing my hand lightly across his cheek. Grandpa awoke
at once asking me if every thing was okay.

     "Yes," I said trying to hide what I was feeling. "I just noticed you
fell asleep."

     "Yes, but long after you did little guy."

     I should tell you that is what he always called me was little guy. He
quickly explained  "About an hour after you fell asleep your parents
returned and decided after seeing you sleeping that you shall be the one to
keep me company tonight."

     "Okay so what do you want to do?" I asked

     "Do, look at the clock it's past one in the morning. I think were
heading to bed."

     With that said Grandpa picked me up and carried to his room. I remember
loving how he smelled and how my little body felt up against his as he
carried me up the stairs to his room. Placed me in bed I watched as he took
his clothes off down to his boxer's. I couldn't help but stare at him
because except Daryl I had never seen another person naked before. Nudity
was not allowed in our house that much. I say that much because every once
and a while Daryl or I would run from the bathroom to his room naked. His
room didn't have a bath in it like our brother and sisters did and that was
the only time it was okay. So I couldn't help but stare at his chest and the
bulge in his pants.  When he came up to the side of the bed to get in I
couldn't help reaching out and trying to touching him.

     "What are you doing?" he asked in a firm voice.

     I quickly pulled my hand away and looked at him saying I was sorry.

     Grandpa left me there for a second while he considered the situation
before picking me up and moving me over so he could get into bed. Laying on
my side grandpa pulled me to him holding me. I could feel his penis up
against me on my bear bottom as he pulled me tight into him before saying
goodnight. I couldn't sleep, the feelings going through my body were
unbelievable, All I could think about was how I want to see and touch what
was poking me in my bottom and being only five I couldn't understand why I
felt that way. The feelings scared me to because I knew how my parents felt
about feelings like that.

     When I awoke the next morning grandpa wasn't there. Running down stairs
I found him in his den reading his morning paper like he always did.
     "Good morning sleepy head." He said.
     "Good morning grandpa." I said back as I ran over and gave him a hug.
     "How'd you sleep little guy?" He asked.
     "Fine." I answered.
     "That's good but I don't think I have ever seen you sleep past eight
before." Grandpa was right, because of my parents schedule we all were
normally up by six. The latest by seven, because dad always wanted breakfast
at eight.
     "Oh my gosh, It's past eight?" I said knowing how mad dad got if he had
to wait for one of us. I quickly headed out of the room to head over to my
house when grandpa yelled at me.
     "Take it easy, it's only ten past and because of the circumstances I
think your father will understand this time." I don't believe any
circumstance would ever mattered to my dad but said "okay, but bye grandpa."
     "If you walk over there like that your dad will defiantly get upset at
you." Grandpa said laughing.
     Looking down I quickly remembered I didn't have any clothes on, but
before I could think what to do about it I heard grandpa pickup the phone.

    In a few minutes David came over with shoes, shocks, underwear, sweat
pants, and a shirt.
     Helping me get to dressed David said. "Come on Dexter we've got to
hurry. Heather was getting ready to sever breakfast when I left and you know
how mad dad gets when he's kept waiting."
     As I pulled my shirt over my head and David tied my shoes I said. "I
know, but if Daryl didn't steal my clothes I would have been over there
already.
     "Yea I know but don't worry he won't do that again, I made sure of it."
      Being concerned I asked "How?"
     "Don't you worry about it that's between him and I."
     "Is he mad?" I asked
     "If he is he'll get over it. Now lets go."

     Heather is only one of the three servants my parents had working for
them. Adults like them were also the only adults we used their first names
for because my parents felt they were even below their kids standing. Amanda
the other lady that worked in the house did most of the cleaning stuff and
then there was Jack. Jack was our cook mostly, he had only been with the
family for about a month since our old cook left. Jack was cool, him and I
would hit it off at once. He was fun and a lot younger then the others. Jack
was only twenty three and was studding to be a chef at the local collage and
needed part time work. When dad hired him we were all wondering why, that
was until we tasted his cooking. In time he would also be given the
responsibility of watching me and I was sure glad he was.

     We hurried over to our house and Heather was already serving breakfast.
Before I even sat down at the table with the family I could tell by the way
Daryl was looking at me, mad was an understatement. As we all ate, father
told us that him and mother were taking Deb back to school today and wanted
us to behave while they were gone..
     "Dexter." Dad said. "While were gone, I want you to stay here and not
bug grandpa today, understand."
     Dad was right in telling me this because if he hadn't I would have went
over to grandpa's house the second I was done. As we finished we each left
the table and went and did what ever. Being a forgetting five year old I
went to Daryl's room to get something to play with. Our closet was a big
walk in closet that was about ten feet wide by twelve feet long. Rummaging
through our toy chest I didn't hear Daryl come in and shut the door. I had
my head stuck inside it when he jumped on top of me. As he held me down I
immediately started to cry and tried to make him let go of me. But being
only five I was not about to force my very upset ten year old brother off of
me. Daryl was so mad when he started yelling at me I had problems
understanding him.
     "I'll teach you to go running to David you little shit. You think it's
funny to get beat my your older brother. I'm going to give to you twice as
much and twice as hard as he gave me."

     Since I didn't know what David did to him I didn't know what to except,
but would find out very quickly. As Daryl kept a tight grip around the back
of my neck I felt him raise the bottom of my shirt to his hand. Putting
almost all his weight on top of me he held me down. Grabbing the top of my
pants with his other hand he pull both my pants and underwear down in on
quick motion. The next thing I knew I heard a snap as a piece of rope we
used to play with wiped my back and bottom. Of course I started screaming,
but that only made him do it harder. He seemed to go mad as he yelled at me
hitting me with the rope. Finally losing his grip on me I ran until I
reached the back of the closet where I had no place to go. As I sat down in
a corner with my knees pulled up to my chest I begged him to stop to no
avail. I don't know just how long or how many times he hit me but finally he
stopped leaving screaming on the floor.

     Daryl must have scared himself, because after he stopped he stood and
watched me cry on the floor. I can't tell you how long because it felt like
forever to me. I don't even remember seeing him leave but the next thing I
knew Jack was talking to me.
     At the time I thought Daryl was feeling sorry for me for what he did,
but I now know he was just protecting himself. Seeing me Jack quickly picked
me up and carried me to the bathroom.
     As Jack patted the cuts on my body he kept asking me what happened. As
I stared at Daryl who was standing at the other end of the room I didn't
dare say. But Jack noticing the way Daryl and I were looking at each other
figured it out anyway.

     "You did this to him." Jack asked surprised.

     Daryl didn't answer. "What do you think your parents are going to say
when they find out."

     "Who says they are going to find out?" Daryl said sarcastically.
     "Me!" Jack shouted. "Because I'm going to tell them."
     "I don't think so because if you do I'll tell them I saw you do it."
Daryl said with a big smirk on his face.
      "But Dexter knows it wasn't me." Jack said as he looked at me for
support.
     "He makes up so many stories that my parents never believe him. And do
you really think that they'll believe you, a servant over me."
     Unfortunately I knew Daryl was right.
     "But they no I would never." Still crying a little I butted in before
Jack could finish.
     "No we won't tell them."
     "But Dexter we have to or."
     "No!" I said crying "He's right mommy and daddy always take his side!"

     After Daryl left Jack quietly ran water in the bath tub. Opening the
medicine cabinet
he took out a bottle and poured the liquid into a cup and handed it to me.
Taking it from him I quickly said. "This is allot more them mom usually
gives me."
     "I know that but it will help so just drink it." As I drank down the
terrible medicine Jack undressed me and put me in the tub. The water stung
at first but Jack just kept telling me it would feel better soon. With in a
few minutes it did. Jack had me soak in the tub for awhile while he tried to
convince me to tell my parents what happened

    Taking me out of the tub Jack looked the cuts over as he dried me off.
     "Luckily no of them look to deep. I think you'll be fine." Jack said as
he lightly rubbed his had down my back and over my bruised bottom making me
flinch.
     "Sorry did that hurt. Let me find something to put on it." Jack said as
he started going through the medicine cabinet again. I was surprised and
confused by the feeling I had, because it was one of pain but one of joy to.
When Jack found what he was looking for he said "Let's go back to your room
and I'll put some of this on you, I think it will help."

     Once in Dexter's room I laid down on my bed and Jack slowly squirted
the lotion or what ever it was on my back. The stuff was cold and it made my
back feel colder but good. As Jack started slowly rubbing it in it felt even
better. He started on the top of my back and went down. I started to get
goose bumps as he got closer to my bottom. His hands had made me completely
relaxed even after the beating I had received. When Jack's hand ran over my
bottom even though the lotion was causing a cool feeling on every place else
my bottom felt like it was on firer. I couldn't help the moan that came out
of me. Jack must have been surprised because he stopped, but only for a
second. I was glad I was lying on my stomach because if I wasn't Jack
would've seen that my little penis was as hard as it could be.
     Jack continued all the way down to my feet before doing the other side.
I had instinctively spread my legs open as far as I could so on the return
trip up he ran his hand on the inside of my thigh. I had never felt such a
feeling when he ran his finger up the back side of my little ball sack.
Picking my head up I sucked a deep breath of air in as the pleasure washed
over me. His hand continued up until he came in contact with my little but
hole. Taking his other hand he lightly pulled my cheeks apart. Rubbing his
finger all around before lightly applying pressure to it. I moaned again as
his pinky finger slowly entered me.
     With in a few minutes Jack was moving his finger in and out of my
bottom sending waves of feelings through me. I was already feeling light
headed because of the medicine Jack had given me but this was bringing
places I had never been before.
Jack continued to push deeper and faster until I felt his second finger
force and entrée. It made me suck in deeply again but by now I was not
feeling much but the joy's I was having. When I finally thought I couldn't
feel any better, without removing his finger's I felt Jack get on top of me.
I shuttered as the new feelings shot threw me. I could feel his naked body
touching mine. I don't know how or when he got undressed but I could feel
his hard penis up against the side of my leg. I had already started having
problems seeing clearly. Either because the feelings I was getting or the
medicine Jack gave me, but when my first orgasm of my life hit it was just
too much for me to take. My head started spinning as my body shook until I
relaxed and past out.

     When I awoke it was dark outside. Looking across the room I could see
Daryl sleeping his bed. I was surprised to see I had my pajama's on and was
covered up.
When I moved to sit up I immediately started to cry as a pain shot through
by body like no other I had ever felt. It came from my but hole which
quickly brought back the memory's from the day before. I was surprised by
the severity of it since it felt so good when Jack was doing it to me.
Trying to hold perfectly still I lied there awake for awhile until I fell
back asleep.

     The next morning I was woken up by Daryl sitting on my stomach slapping
me in the face.
     "Hay stop it!" I shrieked. Trying to wake up.
      "Shut up you fagot." He yelled at me. Which took me by surprised.
Seeing my surprised look he said. "Yea that's right I saw everything you and
Jack did yesterday as I hid in the closet and unless you want me to tell
dad, from now on you do what I say."
     "But we didn't do anything." I said.
     "Stop lying." He yelled as he slapped my face harder.
     "But we didn't" I yelled again beginning to cry.
     "Stop lying." He yelled as he slapped my face again. "You lie to me one
more time I'm going down stairs and tell dad and mom what I saw. Do you hear
me!" He shouted as he shook me. I was in shock I had no idea he was hiding
in the closet and I knew only to well what might happen if daddy found out.
Slap. The sting in my face from his hand brought me back from what I was
thinking. "I said did you hear me!" Daryl raised his hand again but stopped
as I quickly started to shout yes.

     Climbing down off of me he pulled me into a sitting potion as I started
to cry harder. The pain once again from my bottom was almost unbearable.
Jumping off the bed Daryl stood up and head towards the door. Stopping
suddenly he looked at me and slapped me again.
     "What was that for." I said as I started balling like a baby.
     "Nothing, I just felt like it." Daryl then left the room leaving me
crying more in defeat then pain.

     For the rest of the day I didn't leave Daryl's room. I cried almost all
morning until I
cried myself asleep. About mid day Jack would bring me a sandwich and check
on how I was doing. I awoke to someone rubbing the back of my head. When I
opened my eye's I could see it was Jack and my heart leap as I threw my
arm's arm him. Flinching the second I did, feeling the pain in my bottom
come back.
     "Are you okay? Are you in pain?" Jack asked as he wiped the tears that
went down my face.
     "It's my but hole. I don't know why because it felt so good while you
did it to me."
     "O, okay lay down, I brought some stuff with me that well make you feel
better."

     I did what he said and he pulled my pj's down rubbing some cream on and
in my bottom. It hurt allot at first but Jack told me to trust him that it
would make it feel better in just a few minutes. Jack held me until it went
away and luckily he was right what ever it was took the pain away in only a
few minutes.

     Jack told me that Daryl had talk to him after breakfast. "So you know
what happened." I asked.
    "Yes. I'm really sorry. If I'd have known he was in here I'd never had
done anything with you."
     "I know that." I said. "Was daddy mad that I didn't come down for
breakfast?"
     "No, Daryl fixed that for you." Jack said noticing my puzzle look. "He
told your parents that you were sick and were going to stay in bed."
     "Is mom going to come up and see me."
     "No her and your dad went out for the day I'm afraid."
     I put my head in his lap and continued to cry. I have always know that
my parents careers were what was most important to them, but mom had never
not come and checked on me when I was sick before. Jack rubbed the top of my
head as he talked to me. "Don't worry Dexter I'll take care of you."
     "Promise." I asked.
     "I promise."
     I was happy for a second at least, but it was short live. Daryl came in
seeing us he started laughing. "Look at the fagots!" he yelled.
     "Shut up you little ass hole." Jack said.
     I wasn't looking at Daryl but knew that Jack had said to much. Jumping
down off
Jack's lap I stood in front of him watching Daryl's face.
     "Don't you dare speak to me like that you trailer trash."
     "Oh what you going to do, think you can beat me up to you little shit."
     Walking over to where I was Daryl smiled before saying. "No, I won't
waste time with you. Besides I bet this will hurt you more."
     The next thing I knew Daryl punched me hard in the stomach sending me
to the floor. Coughing and shrieking in pain Jack came to my side. As I
tried to get the air back into my lungs Daryl spoke.
     "You two had better listen, I'm not going to take any shit from either
of you. You do what I say when I say or I'll tell dad everything I saw."
Daryl's words were like a death sentence, but I would find out that they had
allot more meaning behind them then I thought they did.
     I couldn't help it as my fear and hate turned to anger all my feelings
came out at once. "Why!" I yelled. "Because you beat me up and then Jack
tried to help me."
     "Yea, if you call being butt fucked and liking it helping!" Daryl said.
     "Butt fucked. What's that mean?" I said not knowing the term. My
brother's, sister and I were all high in our education but that was a term
at the time I didn't know.
     "It means having someone's dick up you ass stupid."
     "Well Jack only had his fingers and that was because you hurt me." I
said as I pointed a finger at him.
     "That's not what I saw."
     "Well if you were there like you said then you no that's all that
happened." I screamed in frustration. "You talk about me making up stories."
     "I was there and I saw him." Daryl said pointing at Jack "And he did
have his dick in your butt."
     I looked at Jack dumfounded. I didn't believe Daryl, but he seemed so
sure of himself. As Jack looked at me I could see it in his eyes, Daryl was
telling the truth. I stood there staring at Jack shocked trying to figure
out what to do, what to say, but Daryl spoke first.
     "Wait, you really didn't know? But, how, you." Jack cut him off. "He
fell unconscious."
     "No." I said shaking my head as I back away from him.
     "Dexter please listen to me I didn't." But I cut him off yelling, "No!"
Before I turned and ran out of the room.
     "Boy this just gets better and better." Daryl said as I left the room
and ran down the hall.
     With in a few seconds I could hear Jack yelling behind me to stop.
Knowing the house and grounds much better then he did I was easily able to
lose him. Running down the back stairs and out the back door of the laundry
room I quickly turned into the indoor swimming pools equipment room.
Slamming the door behind me the room went almost black except for the lights
off the panel indicators. Slipping behind one of the big filters I knelt
down on the floor and cried until I fell asleep. As I slept I thought about
everything that happened. I couldn't understand why I felt so mad at Jack,
because I knew if I had been awake I would have loved what he did to me. But
being asleep I believed I felt like he robbed something from me. It was hard
to say because I also had a hate towards Daryl like one I had never felt.
Not because of what he did but from him knowing that I liked it.

     I was awaken my someone shaking me and when I opened my eyes I saw
David looking at me. Throwing my arms around him he picked me up and hug me.
"How did you find me?" I said.
     He chuckled before replying, "Hay I found all these hiding spots long
before you were born, so don't think you can ever hide from me in this
house."
     As David carried me back up stairs I started to feel better. So much
that when he put me back into my bed I asked him if he would tell Jack to
come and see me.
     "I hardly think I could stop him once I find him and tell him where you
are. He was the one who got all of us to go and look for you."
     "All." I said.
     "Well all that is here, Heather, Amanda, Daryl, Grandpa, Jack and
myself." I smiled as he got up and walked to the door. "Now you stay here
and I'll go find Jack."

     By the time Jack knocked on the door and came in I had completely
forgiven him. Seeing him I jumped off the bed and ran to him. Jack was
surprised but grateful for my welcome. As he sat on the bed trying to tell
me how sorry he was I started to cry. The more he talked and rubbed my back
the more I cried, I was quickly starting to realize just how much I loved
him.
     We wouldn't get allot of time to talk that night for in just a few
minutes my parents came home and were excepting dinner that Jack hadn't
started yet. But the time was coming when I would start spending allot of
time with him.

     Things only got worse as time went on. For awhile I was able to avoid
Daryl's wild fits by staying out of his way. With us going to two different
schools it made it easier. Daryl was the only one in the family who didn't
make it into a private school so he caught a school bus in the morning and
David and I were dropped off by Heather. Being dropped off at my private
school at eight thirty in the morning and not getting picked up by grandpa
until five thirty each night I didn't have to see him much. But this same
arrangement make it just as imposable to see Jack much either, but that was
all about to change.
     Grandpa would pass away six months after grandma did and after that
things changed fast. After grandpa's death my parents added nanny duties to
Jack for Daryl and me. As you can guess all Jack had to do for Daryl was
stay out of his way. I on the other hand loved it because now I was seeing
Jack allot. With Jack now handling us kid's, except David because he got a
ride to and from school by a friend and normally wasn't home until around
eight my parents were home less and less. My dad now running grandpa's
entire business was now never home and mom was flying all over the world and
it was getting to the point that we forgot what she looked like. The house
quickly went from a family of six to a family of two, not counting the help
of course.
     As school ended and summer began I was happy because this normally
meant that Deb would be coming home and David would not be away so much, so
I figured we would be a family again. The first weekend after school ended
Dad came home. Saturday
morning at breakfast I asked dad when him and mom were going to go get Deb.
     "Were not." He said.
     "What, why?" I asked.
     "Your mother is spending the summer in New York and decided to take
David and Debra with her."
     "When are they leaving?" Daryl asked butting into the conversation.
     "They already did."
     "What!" I yelled forgetting who I was talking to.
     "Don't you raise your voice to me young man!" Dad said in a very harsh
voice, which was better because I excepted to get slapped.
     "But when did David leave dad?" Daryl asked politely. I always envied
how he could always get out of our parents what he wanted.
     "Your mother and sister picked David up early this morning."
     "Mom was here?" It was the first time I had ever heard Daryl's voice
crack so.
     "Yes." Dad said before he was interrupted again.
     "But why didn't she see me?" Daryl said as tears started down his face.
     I sat in my chair completely shocked and I'm not sure which one shocked
me more, that mom didn't come and see us or that Daryl was crying.
     "She did go and see you. She gay both of you a kiss goodbye before she
left." Dad said.
     "No she did." Daryl almost screamed as he stood up at the table.
     "Yes she did and I advise you to sit down and stop yelling."
     Daryl sat back down and dad looked at the two crying boys sitting at
the table before he spoke in a very calm voice.
     "Boys your mom had a very early flight to catch, they all had to leave
here by three am in order to make it. Your mom felt and I agreed with her it
was just to early to wake the two of you."
     After a few minutes I asked dad why we couldn't have gone.
     "Dexter your just to young, your mom will have to leave them alone
allot of the time and your just to young to watch your self."
     I could tell by the way my dad finished his sentence that the
discussion was over so I slowly shook my head as I picked my glass of milk
up to take a drink.
     "Then why can't I go." Daryl asked.
     "Someone as to stay here and keep Dexter company." Dad said.
     My glass slipped through my hand as I heard these words. Looking across
the table I could see the fire that flared out of control as Daryl looked at
me.

     For the rest of the day I stayed in sight of my father just incase
Daryl wanted revenge. Dad watched tv or worked in his office for most of the
day and I followed him like a puppy dog. That night I would stay awake and
down stairs until after eleven when my dad made me go to bed. Opening the
door slowly I looked inside to see where Daryl was and was glad and shocked
to see he was already in bed asleep.

     The next day I awoke to find Daryl gone, I was glad but surprised. I
guess I was wrong that he might take out my parents decision on me. Once
down stairs I went to see Jack who was in the kitchen cleaning.
     "Hi Jack." I said as I jumped up into a bar stool at the bar in the
kitchen.
     "Hello Dexter and how are you this morning."
     "I'm fine, you?" I said felling happy it was just the two of us.
     "I'm great, you hungry?" Jack asked
     "I'm starving." I said.
     "What would you like to eat. No let me guess pancakes?" Jack always did
that.
     As he started making my breakfast I asked him if he'd seen Daryl?
     "Left about a hour ago."
     "Really, where did he go?" I asked.
     "He asked your dad if he could say at some friend's house, I don't know
who and your father said yes."
     "Oh it's probably Mark's, he's the only one close enough to walk to. So
that mean's he won't be back until tomorrow ?"I said feeling happy.
     "Nope. He told your dad he'd be back on Wednesday."
     "That, that!" I was ecstatic and had a hard time getting out what I was
trying to say.
    "That's right when your dad leave's in a couple hours you and I will be
alone for three days."
     Jumping off the stool I ran over and gave Jack a hug. I couldn't
believe we were finally going to end up alone for the first time since the
night Daryl saw us.

     My dad seemed to take his time leaving for once. Normally I would me
bugging him not to go but his time I found myself waiting for him to leave.
For the past month dad had always spent Saturday night in LA, but this time
I wanted him to. Dad gave me what he would call a hug before going through
his same rutting reminding me that Jack was in charge why he was away and to
be on my best behavior. More so he wouldn't have to come back until he
wanted to and that the house keepers would only come over when we called
them. After his five minute speech we watched dad disappear down the
driveway.

     "So Dexter what do you want to do first?" Jack asked.

     I already knew what I wanted to do. Running past Jack yelling, "Catch
me if you can!" I ran out of the garage through the game room through our
weight room and into the swimming pool room. Turning quickly I headed into
the laundry, but instead of going up the back stairs I ran through the
laundry room down the hall past the down stairs bathroom, guess room,
theater room to Jump down the four steps that went to the main level. When I
landed I quickly ran around the back and hid under the stairs.
      Jack did pretty good but some where back by the laundry room I lost
him. After about five minutes I got bored and started shouting "What's the
matter can find me?" Luckily for me Jack was walking through the dinning
room because if he had gone up stair or into the kitchen he would never had
heard me. When Jack found me he pulled me out from under the stairs and
started tickling me so much I almost pissed my self. Finally getting away
the race was on again.
     Jack and I would play this game for over an hour until I was so tired I
almost couldn't run any more. The last time Jack caught me we luckily where
out around the swimming pool. When he started tickling the hell out of me
again I tried telling him to stop, that I couldn't hold it, but I had said
that so many times today Jack just didn't listen. That is until he felt it.
Seeing the piss all over the front of my pants Jack quickly apologized.
     "You jerk I tried telling you." I said trying not to cry from feeling
like a baby.
     "I'm sorry but don't get upset it's no big deal."
     Jack helped me to my feet and pulled my shirt over my head. Untying my
shoes he took them off including my soaks as I balanced on one foot.
Grabbing my waist he pulled my shorts and underwear off leaving me standing
completely naked in front of him.
     As Jack held me away from him I watched as he looked me over from my
head to toe spinning me around to see both sides. Even though he saw me
naked only seven months ago, he was looking me over like he had never seen
me before.
     "What's the matter?" I said once I was facing him again.
     "Nothings the matter." he said as he spun me around to face away from
him again. I waited and watched the wall as Jack knelt down. I felt Jack's
hands slowly rest on my back just below my shoulder blades.
     "Your body healed up nicely." He said softly as his hands started down
my back. "You can only barely see the marks."
     I could only stand there and enjoy the overwhelming feelings his hands
were giving me. Jack's hands had moved to both sides of my waist still
moving down until he cupped both of my cheeks in his heads. My breathing had
gotten heaver as he continued. One of his hands had moved to the top of my
crack and then all the way down until his hand touched the outer rim of my
anus. With contact I shivered like I was standing outside in the cold. He
slowly moved his hand back to my hip before pulling back against him.
Resting his chin on my shoulder I could feel his breath on my face. His
hands started moving until they met in the middle, both in gulping my hard
penis. His touch made me lose all motor control as I fell back against him.
Purring like a kitten Jack held me up as he continued to stroke my penis.
Moving his hand up my chest he stopped for a second to play with my nipples
before turning my face to look at his. Seeing I was totaling enjoying what
he was doing to me Jack asked if I liking what he was doing. Not being able
to speak I shook my head yes.
     "So your giving your self to me?" I heard Jack ask and I shook my head
again.
     "No that isn't going to cut it this time, I'm not going to have you
upset again because I miss understood you. Are you giving your self to me
yes or no."
     "Yes." I said softly with all the love and strength I could muster.
     Jack brought his lips to mine forcing my mouth open so our tongs could
find each other. Kissing me deeply he started jacking me harder. As my body
started to respond and my orgasm approached Jack's other hand found my anus
bringing me over the top. As my body twitched and my mouth fell open I tried
to scream in delight but Jack's mouth silenced me. His tong was going over
every inch of my mouth as his finger's found new depths.
     Collapsing into his arms almost to the point of blacking out Jack laid
me down on the deck of the pool. Talking softly but firmly Jack said "O no
you don't, not this time."
     Jack's words didn't make any difference but swallowing my penis surely
did. Jack started sucking on me like there was no tomorrow and in seconds I
was squirming
all over the deck as my second orgasm rocked me. As I came my scream echoed
through out the building. Slowly calming down from the highest peak my
senses had ever know I didn't feel Jack picking me up. The next thing I knew
I was shaken back to reality by a cold wet sensation that brought me back to
the real world.
     Standing up so I could get my head above water I realized Jack had
thrown me in the pool and said "Hay! What did you do that for?"
     "Why?" Jack said as he took his shirt off. "Because I didn't want you
passing out before I got some of that little ass of yours."
     I smiled as I watched Jack get undressed and jump into the pool with
me. Swimming up to me he took my penis into his mouth for a few second
before resurfacing. Picking me up in his arm's he asked "I hope that's okay
with you."
     Laying my head on his shoulder I could feel the top of his penis
against the opening of my bottom I said "yes."


Surely there is allot more to this story but I'll stop it here and wait to
see what people think. I've tried to tell the story through my eye's at the
age I was but sometimes it just didn't work. Let me know what you think.
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