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Here's one for the gay men in the group................... K
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K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N
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Archive name: GayChild.txt (m/m, fam)
Authors name: anonymous
Story Title : A Gay Man's Childhood Story
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This story contains sexual situations and should be read
only by consenting adults. Thank you.
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Somebody on familysex suggested that I write all
of this down, and friend said he would post it, so here
goes. obviously, don't read this if you're too young,
easily offended, prone to hysterics, or possessed of a
judgmental mind-set.
Basically, the short version of the story is
that I had (and still have) sexual relations with my
brother and a less sexual but still pretty intimate
relationship with my parents. That's it. Now for the
long version.
I'm male, 20 years old, white, average appear-
ance and intelligence, I've got brown hair and brown
eyes. I'm fit but I'm not muscled or tan or anything.
My penis is of average length. I have very little body
hair and quite a few scars, moles, blemishes, etc. So
there. The rest of my family is the same way: no
spectacular anatomy or godlike beauty. Just normal
folks. Well, my dad still limps from a car accident
25 years ago. And my brother plays soccer so he has
muscular legs. My mom has been through two pregnancies
and has the kind of body you'd expect from a middle-
class woman with two sons and a hectic schedule. She
bites her nails and wears sneakers, never high heels.
I'm saying all this to reinforce the normality of my
family so that you don't get any ridiculous ideas or
false expectations about what I'm going to talk about.
The earliest relevant event that I can recall is
being bathed by my mother. She sat in the bathtub with
me and of course we were both nude. She would wash me
completely, including my penis and bottom, and then I
would wash her. That happened a lot with her and also
many times with my father. But the absolute first rel-
evant memory that I have is sitting in the bath with
my mom, both of us playing with my plastic dinosaur
toys and both of us washing each other. I actually
enjoyed baths as a kid.
When my brother was born he would join us in the
tub. When I was seven and my brother was two, my par-
ents remodeled and expanded our bathroom. They put in
a tub large enough for all four of us to comfortably
sit in. It was almost Jacuzzi sized, but it wasn't a
Jacuzzi -- there were no bubbles or jets or anything.
Just a great big bathtub. The four of us would bathe
together. I remember bathing with my parents and bro-
ther every night, but everyone else says that it wasn't
every night and it wasn't always all four of us, so I
guess my memory is faulty.
In the mornings and evenings we were also nude
together. Mom and Dad slept naked and once my brother
and I were potty trained we wore nothing in the summer,
pajamas in the winter and something in between in
spring and fall. In the morning Mom and Dad would get
up, wake us up if necessary, sit around, read the paper
, drink coffee and eat breakfast, then get completely
dressed. Dad would leave for work and Mom would make
sure we were dressed and ready for school. Then in the
evening, after dinner, we'd have our bath and after we
were dried off we stayed nude. When I was very young it
didn't really matter since I basically went straight to
bed after a bath anyway. As I got older and the time
between bath/shower and bed increased, there was more
of this sort of casual nudity in the evenings.
The point is that we were nude and relaxed
around each other frequently. Nudity was a natural
state in our house, guests included. I remember my
grandparents coming over many times. My dad's parents
were as comfortable as we were with nudity while my
mom's parents weren't so comfortable, especially
Grandpa. He wore a robe or underpants or pajama
bottoms most of the time. But I can remember sitting
on my grandmother's lap in the morning while she
sipped coffee and chatted. Both of us were nude. At
the time, she had very long brown and gray hair, large
sagging breasts and belly, and a thick patch of brown
pubic hair speckled with gray. She had cellulite, too,
and she let her armpit hair grow. She wore lots of
rings, even when she slept at night, and had very small
feet, almost as small as mine at the time. I remember
my dad pointing that out.
Anyway, it was all considered very normal and
healthy and all that. I've been thinking about this a
lot lately. It seems to me that nudity, sexuality, and
related subjects and ideas aren't inherently dirty,
sinful, nasty or disgusting. They are only if we are
conditioned to believe so. I remember being so com-
fortable around my grandmothers when all of us were in
the nude until I became a teenager and started absorb-
ing some of those cultural messages about what is
considered ugly and what is considered beautiful. One
of my grandmothers was thin as a rail, the other (who
I've already described) was soft and heavy. I thought
nothing of it for years until TV and magazines told me
to think something of it. My parents took great pains
to educate their sons about the fact that nudity and
sexuality are normal and healthy, but they neglected
to thoroughly teach us about body shapes and health
and the true meaning of beauty. Of course now I know
better, but as a teenager I found myself repulsed by
the "too-thin" or "too-fat" bodies of my relatives.
Ridiculous.
So at this point you understand that nudity was
normal in my home. Well, so was sexuality. My mother
and father were open, affectionate, romantic and loving
around their sons. We saw them do everything from
embrace and exchange passionate kisses to actually
have different kinds of sex.
In the mornings, Dad might have a piss-hard
erection, but at night his erection was usually caused
by something else. Neither he nor my mother had any
problems explaining all this to us. Besides, when we
bathed together my father always got erect from having
his penis washed and handled, either by my mother or
by me or my brother.
As early as I can remember, my brother and I
reacted the same way. We always got erections when our
parents paid special attention to our penis' (and
that's what they always called them -- penis'. Not
wee-wees or dingles or naughty parts).
Actually, just like any boy, we had erections
quite a lot for no reason at all. And we didn't try
to hide them. After an almost embarrassing incident
in a public restroom at a sports stadium, my parents
explained to me and my brother that our erections were
nice but they were private and only to be displayed in
the home and not in public.
What had happened was that my brother and I,
after pulling down our pants to pee, began to play
with ourselves while we waited for Dad to finish. It
wasn't unusual for us to handle ourselves like that.
Fortunately for Dad, nobody else was in the bathroom
and he quietly admonished us to put our penis' away
for now. We didn't understand, but we did when he
explained it later at home.
I'm not sure how to continue from here, so I'll
just describe a couple of memories. I remember thinking
how naughty it was for me to pee outside with an erec-
tion -- this was a few months after my father had told
me not to show my penis outside of the house. I remem-
ber my grandmother laughing at the sight of my brother
fiddling with his little erection and asking him if it
tickled. I remember my father showing me how he played
with his own penis, and I remember thinking that my
penis would never get that big and hairy.
I also remember my mother explaining to me and
my brother how women masturbated. That was interesting
-- our questions about pubic hair and why it existed
led to Mom and Dad both shaving their pubic hair com-
pletely off. Mom used bikini wax and Dad used a razor,
which meant that Mom was smooth and clean while Dad
was slightly bumpy all the time until Mom convinced
him to use bikini wax as well.
That reminds me that when I first got my pubic
hair growth, I refused to shave it even though neither
Mom or Dad had even suggested such a thing. I guess I
thought they would demand that I shave too, I'm not
sure why I thought that. I think I was about 14 when
that happened.
As far as seeing my parents have sex goes, we
didn't see too much. We did see them perform oral sex
on each other quite a few times, and we watched them
make love a couple of times. Mostly our observations
were confined to watching Mom and Dad do a little
heavy petting. Then they would head to their bedroom
and since my brother and I thought that sex was natural
and normal, we didn't really have any desire to follow
them to the bedroom and watch. We knew what they were
doing.
Which leads me to what my brother and I ended
up doing. For years my brother and I had been naked
together, sometimes with erections, and thought
nothing of it. Of course, I was five years older than
him, too.
About the time I was nine and he was four, our
play grew to be more sexual than usual. We would touch
each other's penis' instead of our own. We would lay
next to each other in a sort-of 69 position and just
caress each other's penis and testicles.
It didn't occur to use for some time that we
could suck each other, but eventually we did figure it
out. At first we would kiss and lick each other and
gradually we progressed to actual sucking. We had no
idea what we were doing and would treat each others
penis like lollipops or popsicles. It felt good, any-
way. We would do this at night most of the time -- he
would come lie in my bed and we would touch each other
until one of us got sleepy, usually him. Then he would
go to back to his bed and I would fondle myself until
I went to sleep too.
I taught my brother about the thrill of peeing
outside. We were breaking two rules: the potty-training
rule and the no-public-exposure rule. We would walk
several blocks away from our house to a field next to
the school. From there we'd cut across the field and
go into the edge of the state park there. Once we were
within the dense woods, we'd take off our clothes and
pee in one of our hidden spots. We never got caught.
Eventually, as you can guess, this led to sex between
the two of us in the woods. Only during warm weather
though.
As far as getting caught goes, it only happened
a few times. Our parents found us in various stages of
sexual activity when we were younger, like when I was
13 and he was 8, around those ages we weren't quite
clever enough to not get caught. One or both of them
would find us either getting undressed, playing with
each other, sucking, or getting dressed after we were
done.
Most of the time they just smiled and walked
away. If one parent caught us and the other parent
was home, the first one would leave us alone and in
a few minutes the other one would show up, smiling
and all that. I know they were excited by the idea
of it because many times after they caught us, they'd
end up in their own bedroom. They never had sex in
front of us right after they caught us having sex
play, I'm not sure why. ummm ... my dad caught us
several times and so did my mom. Actually mom more
than dad because she was home more.
It was no big deal to them. Especially since
we'd all bathe together and everything. I just remem-
bered a time when me, my brother and my dad were in the
shower together and one after another we all got erec-
tions. When we were all rock solid hard, my little
brother and I started playing with ourselves and then
Dad started masturbating too. When we started playing
with each other, Dad kind of gasped and turned to the
wall and came all over the wall.
That must have been a great orgasm for him
though at the time I didn't know what an orgasm felt
like, though I knew what they were. Anyway, a couple
of times after that, especially when Mom wasn't in the
house, when Dad caught us in a 69 or whatever, he'd
just take out his penis and masturbate while watching
us. For some reason we never thought to include him
and he never asked. Frankly I'm glad because that
could have been kind of fucked up.
Anyway, as we got older we got better about the
privacy thing. About the time I first started cumming
was when Mom and Dad quit snooping around, walking in
to our rooms without knocking, etc. Also my brother
and I spent more time in the woods or in the basement
where we were not so easily caught. I think I was about
13 or 14 when I first came while my brother was sucking
my penis.
He wasn't surprised by it but he didn't like the
taste (and neither did I at the time). In the evenings
(we still shared a room) we'd go to bed, both nude or
partially clothed, turn out the lights, and if one of
us was horny he'd just climb into the other one's bed
and try to get things going.
As I got older I got more irritated with my
brother's attention, especially when I started high
school and had to get up an hour earlier. I never
really got eight hours of sleep after 9th grade. :)
But, to make a long story short, we continued with
our sex play all through my high school years. We
learned about rimming and anal sex through pornography
and some of our parents' more graphic books, and we
tried those too.
The first time my brother came during sex with
me, he was 12 and I was 16 going on 17. He was fucking
me in the ass with his little penis while I masturbated
and suddenly he clenched my ribs and spurted inside of
me. It felt really good and I did it to him later that
day. I couldn't get the feeling out of my mind, and
finally talked him into it.
About that time our sex started happening more
often because he wanted to cum more often and basically
I liked to eat his cum and I liked getting fucked by
him too.
When I went off to college I missed my family
terribly though I did have plenty of great gay and
even some straight sex that first year. :) I came back
for Christmas holidays and it was like being in a new
house. My brother didn't even react to the sight of
my hard penis anymore, where before he would eagerly
suck it or at least rub me a little. Now he just
played the whole thing off. My dad and mom were just
as nutty as ever, though. In fact, I was actually kind
of embarrassed when I walked in on my mom giving my
dad head in the bathtub. Things change.
+ + +
OK, fast forward to now. I'm 20, about to turn
21 and my brother is 16. Summer break just started
here at school and I have my own apartment and job.
I have two roommates, one is a straight man and one
is a gay man, and neither of them are interested in
me. My brother came to visit at the beginning of the
summer break and while he was here he slept in my
giant king size bed with me.
The first night he was there, we both stripped
nude and got into bed. I expected him to at least keep
his underwear on but he didn't. Almost as soon as we
were in, he snuggled up behind me and I felt his
hardening penis press against my buttocks. I reached
back and felt him, then turned around, slid down under
the covers and sucked him for a long while. In the
middle of that he rolled onto his back and I got on
top of him, still sucking his penis, so he could ream
me. It felt so fucking good to be with him again, I was
about to cum already. When his cock was in my ass it
was like old home week, I slowly sat forward and kissed
him while he made love to me. We stayed up for another
three hours mostly fooling around but also talking.
The next morning it was again as if nothing had
happened. But the next night we did it all over again.
It went on that way for the whole week he was there.
The sex was great but I'm not sure if my little brother
is the same as he used to be in terms of just being
open and accepting about gay sex.
I almost forgot to tell you about my other
childhood sexual experiences. Aside from my brother,
I fooled around with a few friends in middle school
mostly mutual masturbation and stuff like that. That's
about it, too. I guess I confined all my experimenta-
tion to my brother.
Oh yeah, I'm 20 years old, in the middle of my
college education, middle class, with two loving
parents and one younger brother, but you knew that
already. I'm white, live in the Midwest and I'm
basically an agnostic, so is my whole family.
That's all.
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