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If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age Eighteen, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text Archive name: GayChild.txt (m/m, fam) Authors name: anonymous Story Title : A Gay Man's Childhood Story If you are the author contact; Kristen078@hotmail.com ======================================================== Copyright notice: This work is copyrighted to the author All rights reserved © 1998 - Authorization was give to post this story to my archive and for re-posts to appro- priate newsgroups. =============== Kristen's collection ================= 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.