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Like Father, Like Son(man/boy), Part Five
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[Like father, like son, part 5/9]
The other boy sat in his favorite position, cross-legged on
the other chair, like a little slender Buddha. He sighed, "Ad' I
think we've got to tell my dad. He knows about this stuff,... and
if you are hurt somehow, well he can fix you up you know."
Adrian nodded, "Yeah, I guess. But, how can I ask him? If he
sees, he'll probably know what I did with my uncle."
Mark looked thoughtful. "I guess we could ask him like it was
a friend of ours that was sick. Another boy who can't poop and all
that,... and kind of see what he suggests."
Adrian nodded, "I suppose so, but I'm scared Mark."
Mark smiled bravely at his best friend, "I guess we'd better
go down and ask him. We can say it's a friend of yours so you can
tell him the symptoms and stuff."
"I guess, but what if he asks why 'my friend' hasn't been to
see a doctor?"
Mark shrugged, "I suppose we could say his parents didn't have
any money, so he couldn't afford to go. Maybe we could say... No
that wouldn't work,... I guess you could tell my dad the truth,
only make it your friend that was doing it instead of you."
Adrian nodded, unconvinced. He stood up, wincing as another
vicious cramp came without warning. He followed Mark back down the
stairs, walking gingerly. He stopped outside the study and looked
in the door as Mark went up to his father and leaned back against
the burled-walnut desk.
John smiled and looked at his son as he silently admired the
beautiful slender body displayed almost arrogantly before him. "Yes
Marco?" he said. He wasn't really bothered by the interruption to
his work when it was Mark. His eyes lingered momentarily on the
boy's groin, at the small, slightly rounded bulge in his shorts.
Again, the man remembered the boy from the night before. All of the
day he had carried an image of the small immature genitals,
perfectly formed and absolutely hairless. Earlier that day, right
after lunch, he'd been called into an emergency procedure on a six-
year-old black boy for a burst appendix. The appendectomy had gone
well but he still remembered the inescapable fact that the little
boy's penis was probably as large as his own son's. In that instant
John wondered one more time whether he was sexually attracted to
his own son. It was a thought that came to him with increasing
frequency over the last few years. He had begun to realize the boy's
overt sexuality just after Mark had turned nine years old. Even
then it was possible to recognize the characteristics that
identified the boy as likely to be both attracted to, and
attractive to others of his sex. Was the boy gay? It was impossible
to know with any certainty, but it was more than likely he thought.
He looked away and closed his eyes and in the effort to banish the
persistent thoughts into the recesses of his mind.
"Daddy," Mark began, "Adrian and I want to ask you something?"
The man nodded, wondering what the boys were up to. It didn't
have the sound of one of their typical pranks because there was a
serious note in Mark's voice that usually wasn't there. Mark was
innocent and carefree. He was uninhibited and open about almost
everything, even his emerging interest in sex. He often talked
candidly with the boy and as far as he knew there weren't any
secrets between them, except for one and he suspected that even
that one would come out eventually.
John nodded patiently and looked up at the beautiful boy. This
time he made certain that he didn't look at the boy's groin, but
again the memory of what he'd seen the night before came back. "Well
Daddy," Mark began, "Adrian has this friend you see, and he has
this problem. It's well, it's kind of hard to explain. You see his
friend can't go to the toilet,... you know he can't poop. He hasn't
for a while now,... and well, now he's feeling kind of sick and
he's been getting stomach cramps and all."
John raised his eyebrows and looked past his son to Adrian.
The boy was reluctant to come into the room and he approached
cautiously as the man beckoned him in. "Okay Adrian, if he's your
friend perhaps you can describe to me what the problem is?" Adrian
nodded. "Okay, well first thing is, how long has it been since your
friend went last?"
Adrian glanced at Mark nervously, he shrugged, then thought,
"I guess a few days... No more like a week, maybe more... I'm not
sure."
John nodded. "Does you friend have a fever? Does he feel hot?"
he asked as he noticed the faint wetness on Adrian's upper lip and
forehead. Then he noticed the boy's nervousness and the slight
trembling of the small slender body.
Adrian nodded, "He gets really hot at night,... and he's been
getting these terrible pains inside, kind of in his belly, only
more inside than that."
John smiled reassuringly, curious as to what was going on,
"Has you friend been eating something,... well unusual, maybe some
kind of fruit he's not used to, something like that?"
Adrian shook his head then another cramp came and he gasped
as he shuddered in pain. John's eyes went to the boy's face, noting
the grimace of pain and the barely constrained cry. The boy
swallowed and more moisture gathered on his pale forehead. John
looked back at his son, hoping for an answer, but Mark stared back
at him. Finally unable to meet his father's eyes he looked down at
his feet self-consciously.
John placed his elbow on the table and rubbed his eyes with
his fingers. Something was very wrong with Adrian. "Mark, if you
don't mind. I'd like you to go up to your bedroom for a while, okay?
I need to talk to Adrian."
Mark looked at his best friend nervously, then hesitantly
backed out of the room. He was very aware of Adrian's accusing
stare. "Close the door too please Mark, if you would," John added.
He turned back to the other boy, "Sit down please Adrian. Now,
I need to know more to be able to help your friend. I expect he's
about your age right and he's normally quite healthy. Most of the
time this kind of problem is caused by a change in the boy's diet.
Sometimes it's caused by bacteria or a virus, but it can be very
serious. Not having proper bowel movements can make a person very
sick. If it's constipation, well it usually clears up by itself in
a few days. If it's bacterial or viral, then your friend is going
to need proper treatment."
Adrian looked down at the floor, "Doctor Gordon,...are there
any other things that could cause it? Well, like what if it isn't
something he ate, and it isn't a virus or anything like that?"
John shrugged, "There are other things that might cause it,
but they aren't very likely in a boy your age. There could be
something wrong with your friend's digestive system,... an
inflammation of the lower intestine or something like that."
Adrian nodded, clenching his lips as he thought, considering
and weighing the issues that were foremost in his mind. "Well,...
is there some way he could hurt himself inside?"
John looked up, his eyes questioning, "Perhaps. Adrian, that
would depend on what the boy had done. There are some things that
could cause him to have that kind of problem."
Adrian began to feel a terrible panic and despair settled over
him like a crushing weight. His stomach seemed to be turning over
and he swallowed and tried to fight the fear and shame that rushed
into his mind. John smiled at the boy gently. "Adrian, you're
Mark's best friend and I think you know we're friends too. You have
to trust me, not only because I'm a friend, but because I'm a doctor
too. I think you need to be honest with me. I promise that anything
you say will be only between the two of us. Not even Mark will know.
Adrian, can you trust me that much?"
Adrian sighed as he wiped his moist forehead with the palm of
his hand. "You promise? You promise you won't tell my mom?" he
begged.
John nodded, "I promise I won't tell anyone else, Adrian. Not
your mother, not Mark, no one. I promise," he said solemnly.
The boy looked down, wiping his eyes again and again as more
tears formed in his eyes. "Mark already knows Dr. Gordon.... While
I was away at my uncle's farm,... I had sex,... with him." The boy
finally broke and the memories of the fun and joy he'd shared with
his uncle suddenly becoming shameful. His guilt poured out and he
sobbed.
John reached out and placed his hand over the boy's hand.
"It's okay Adrian. It's okay to cry. It's okay."
The boy looked back at the man. His eyes had reddened and his
cheeks were wet with tears. He sniffed loudly and wiped his nose
with the back of his hand, then seeing the wet streak he reached
for the handkerchief in his pocket. He wiped his tears away and
blew his nose. "It was wrong. I knew it was at the time but I
couldn't help it. I wanted to do it Doctor Gordon... I wanted to
more than anything in the whole world. He was kind and nice and we
had fun together." The man nodded, still stroking the boy's small
hand reassuringly. "He put his cock in my bottom. He put it all the
way up inside me. We did it lots of times.... He put his 'cum' in
me too. Is that what,... is that what hurt me? Does it do something
bad to me inside?"
John breathed out and looked away, his eyes going to the
window and out into the darkness beyond. "His semen won't hurt you
like that, Adrian," he said gently. "There are other ways that a
man's semen could hurt you, but not like that. His penis could cause
you to have problems though."
Adrian looked at the man curiously. His fear began to
disappear. The man's voice was gentle and understanding and gave
him the comfort that he so desperately needed. "How?" he asked.
John breathed out again. "I don't know your uncle, Adrian, but
a man's penis is usually very big. You aren't that big so when his
penis goes inside you it's very likely that you'll be injured in
some way."
Adrian nodded, "It hurt a lot at first. I guess for the first
few times it was pretty bad and I felt sore afterwards. Then it
stopped hurting and I started to like it."
John nodded, knowing exactly what Adrian had experienced. "The
first few times your anus, where your hole is, has to stretch a
long way and it isn't used to it. Sometimes it tears and bleeds and
makes what are called anal fissures. Those can be very painful but
they'll usually disappear quickly, usually in a week or two. The
tissue is also very delicate inside and it's easily damaged too.
There can be a lot of bruising and that will hurt as well."
The boy smiled slowly as he began to understand, grateful that
the man was explaining what had occurred, "I bled a fair bit the
first time. A little bit sometimes after that, usually when it hurt
going in,... and then it just stopped."
John nodded, "The bleeding is not unusual, Adrian. It stopped
as soon as your uncle took his penis out didn't it?" Adrian nodded.
"The real problem is that his penis pushes your feces up into your
colon and lower intestine. It's called fecal impaction. It forms a
large hard lump and it lodges in your rectum. If it's big enough
then it blocks your bowel movements."
Adrian breathed out, it didn't sound too serious. For the last
two days he'd lived in fear that his uncle's 'cum' had done
something inside him, after all, it was 'cum' that made babies. "I
took ExLax," he said awkwardly, "but it didn't help at all."
The man grinned and shook his head, "It wouldn't, the ExLax
works from the top down and your problem is right at the bottom....
so to speak."
Adrian smiled weakly. "What happens now? I mean,... well how
do I get it out then?"
John smiled, "That's why you see a doctor, Adrian. So are you
my new patient?" The boy grinned and nodded happily. "Okay then,
I'm going to have to examine you. It's very personal and I don't
want you to worry. I have to insert my finger into your bottom and
find out how big the lump inside is and where it's located. Is that
something you can let me do?"
Adrian nodded after a moment's pause, "Yeah I guess."
John smiled reassuringly, "Okay then. Now I have to get
something from the bathroom. I need some Vaseline to help my finger
go inside easier. I want you to take your pants and underpants down
and I'll be right back." Adrian nodded as John came to his feet and
left the room. The boy hesitated for a minute, thinking about what
he'd done with his uncle. He had liked the way his uncle had touched
him and made him feel good. Even when his uncle had finally gotten
into his bed he had been willing and he had liked what happened.
It had hurt a lot at first when his uncle put his penis inside him,
but after a while the pain stopped and then he liked it. He had
been eager to do whatever his uncle wanted and on more that a few
occasions he'd been the instigator. The only bad thing about the
two weeks he'd spent with his uncle was the problem he had now.
By the time John came back into the room Adrian had removed
his pants and underpants and, except for his socks, was naked from
the waist down. He remained standing as John closed the door and
placed the little jar of Vaseline on the desk. Mark's father had
seen the boy naked before many times as the two boys spent a lot
of time together. John had often taken them to the swimming pool
and he'd been in the changing room with the boys many times. That,
plus the fact that Adrian frequently stayed overnight provided
ample opportunity to see the boy naked.
John appraised the young body expertly and made the obvious
comparison with his own son. Adrian was a little thinner than Mark,
though not what could be called skinny. His skin was pale, a lot
lighter than Mark's olive complexion, and smooth with an almost
translucent delicacy. His penis and testicles were noticeably
larger than Mark's, though the differences in their heights and
weights were not that much. John's experienced 'eye' observed that
Adrian's penis was thicker than his son's and tapered from a wide
base to a rounded, circumcised head. He was glad that Mark hadn't
been circumcised, it looked more natural. Neither boy was
physically mature, the onset of puberty still probably several
years away for Mark, but Adrian's larger testicles suggested that
the first phase of puberty had just started or was in the near
offing. This time John's eyes lingered on the boy's small genitals
and it was only with the greatest effort that he finally looked
away. The fact that another man, the boy's uncle, had petted them,
caressed them, sucked them, was strangely exciting to him.
He looked up to find Adrian watching him curiously and the boy
smiled shyly as their eyes met and raised his eyebrows
questioningly. John looked away quickly as he wondered whether
Adrian could see into his mind and read the sudden lust that he
felt for the half-naked boy before him.
"Lean forward over the table please, Adrian," he said. The boy
complied. "That's right put your hips on the edge like that." He
moved closer so that he stood behind the boy. Gently he placed his
hand on the boy's narrow back, feeling the little bumps of his
spine. "Now Adrian, I'm going to insert my finger. It's going to
feel strange at first,... well I guess you know how it feels don't
you? I don't think it will hurt but if it does then say so, okay?"
The boy nodded and John opened the jar and scooped some
Vaseline onto his finger. Clinically, he knew that he should use a
surgical glove, but they were in his car and it was still raining.
He'd thought about it on the way to get the Vaseline. The thought
of his finger inside Adrian's body was very exciting, growing
stronger with each step that he took, finally becoming so strong
that he'd trembled with the intensity of his sexual arousal while
he was in the bathroom.
With his right forefinger thoroughly lubricated, John knelt
down behind Adrian and gently parted the boy's cheeks. He could see
a ring of bruised flesh and he turned the desk lamp so that it
pointed towards Adrian's buttocks. The origin of the boy's problem
was clearly visible. There was a circle, about an inch or more wide,
of dark flesh, brown tinged with purple. It represented the
residual bruising from the entry of the man's much larger penis.
One tiny pinkish line was all that remained from an anal fissure.
"You're healing very well. There's just a little bit of
bruising," John observed. In a few more days there would be no sign
at all of what Adrian had done with considerable frequency over a
two week period. The boy's anus was quite small, probably about the
same size as Mark's, he thought. For a second he wondered whether
Mark was sexually active too. The idea that Mark's body was like
this as well was captivating. Mark was only a few months younger
and far better looking that Adrian. John wondered when his own son
would start having sex. Again he wondered, no hoped, that his own
son was gay. His own life would be considerably more enjoyable if
he was.
He pushed the thoughts into the back of his mind as he
carefully pressed the tip of his finger into the boy's anus. There
was a positive 'anal-wink', an automatic closing reflex that showed
strong muscle control. He pressed forward gently, rotating his
finger slightly so that it was eased in. It wriggled past the anal
muscle and into the compressive tube of the boy's sphincter. Adrian
trembled slightly and John smiled. It wasn't hurting the boy, on
the contrary, Adrian's shiver was one of pleasure. He pushed a
little deeper and felt the hard lump suddenly push back against his
finger. He probed cautiously. The fecal mass was large and very
hard, probably too large to pass through the boy's sphincter. He
considered using his finger to massage the boy's tiny prostate and
dilate the sphincter but he doubted whether the boy's opening could
be stretched wide enough. He smiled to himself, it was surprising
what the body of an eleven-year-old boy could do. A grown man's
penis, and a large one at that, had been inside the boy's tiny hole.
He thought of his own penis, and imagined it sinking into the tight
hot hole that held his finger captive. Adrian wasn't even close to
sexual maturity and he'd enjoyed it. He hoped that Mark would enjoy
it too when the time came. He shook his head and carefully pulled
his finger out.
"Did that hurt?" John asked.
The boy turned around slightly looking over his shoulder,
"No,... it was okay.... Well?"
John came to his feet and moved around so that he stood in
front of the boy. "It's quite a large mass. It's too big to come
out by itself I think. Your uncle must have a big penis," he teased.
Adrian grinned, "Yeah! I guess he's pretty big down there."
He straightened up and added, "So what happens now?"
John could feel his own penis hardening and growing tight in
his underpants. He risked another glance downward. Adrian's penis
was half-erect, the short wedge-shaped shaft pointing downward at
something less than a 45 degree angle.
When he looked up again Adrian was smiling. John swallowed.
Both of them were suddenly silent, both blushing slightly with
embarrassment. He wondered if the boy felt the same thrill that he
did. He moved away, suddenly very conscious of his proximity to the
half-naked boy as he realized the powerful effect the slender young
body was having on him.
"Hmmmm,... The best thing to do right now is to give you an
enema and try to loosen it up. Once it breaks down into smaller
pieces then it should come out easily," he said.
"What's an enema?" Adrian asked.
"I'll put a special fluid inside your bottom to dissolve it
and kind of flush you out. If that doesn't work it's very likely
that you'll have to have surgery. It's only a minor operation
though. It's not usually done on boys your age for one good reason."
Adrian smirked cheekily, "Okay!"
"I'll have to drive down to the drug store and pick up an enema
bag. Why don't you go upstairs and tell Mark that everything's
okay? I'll be back in about ten or fifteen minutes," John said as
he picked up his wallet and car keys from the desk. It was time for
an enema.
Chapter 5. Time for an Enema.
It took just over fifteen minutes for John to drive down to
the local drug store and buy two prepackaged enemas. One would
probably have done the trick but he wasn't sure. It was still
raining as he parked the car in the garage and hurried inside. As
he went into the study to pick up the jar of Vaseline before heading
up stairs to Mark's bedroom he could hear the noisy high-pitched
laughs and squeals from his son from upstairs. He was nearly out
of the study when he looked back into the study. Adrian's clothes
were still lying where the boy had dropped them. His shoes, socks,
shorts and underpants were discarded on the floor. John grinned.
No wonder Mark was happy. He went up the stairs two at a time,
barely able to contain his enthusiasm and excitement.
All the way in the car and when he had been in the drug store
he had been thinking. The indisputable fact was that Adrian had
excited him in the study and they both knew it. Adrian had been
aroused just as much as he had been. If he had waited only a few
more minutes before leaving for the drug store the boy would have
been very hard to resist. But it was much more that his attraction
to Adrian that bothered him.
Now that Mark knew that his best-friend had been having sex
with a grown man it seemed as if a load had been lifted off John's
shoulders. He hoped that now that his son had been exposed to the
desires that he had known himself when he was only two years older,
it was just a matter of time until.... He closed eyes and tried to
eliminate the persistent thought from his consciousness. But still
he wondered about Mark, about what his son was thinking. He sighed.
Boys were so much more aware of things in 1993 than they were thirty
years ago. For a long time he had been a frightened lonely boy when
he had made the same discoveries about himself that Adrian had
confronted. Adrian was 'gay', that was a given. The big question
was Mark's sexual orientation. John knew he needed to have a long
talk with Mark at the earliest opportunity. He wanted not only to
counsel the boy about hygiene and the other problems that occur
from sex, but also to guide his choices. Unlike his own father,
John wanted to insure that his young son realized that his choice
of partners and sexual preference was a matter of concern both to
himself and to his father.
He expected that Mark and Adrian had already initiated each
other into sex. Most boys that were close friends usually engaged
in sex play sooner or later and he had already decided to turn a
'blind-eye' to such activities. A lot of parents would get angry
at a boy for exploring his growing body and never understand that
it was simply part of growing up. But while he certainly wasn't
about to encourage the boys before they were ready, he also
understood that sex games between two boys were a way for them to
explore their burgeoning sexuality. More than likely the two boys
had begun their play in earnest sometime around last Christmas.
That was when they started to close the door to Mark's bedroom on
the nights that Adrian slept over. On other nights Mark always left
his door open. Only on one occasion had he entered his son's room
and then it was in the early hours of the morning. He had smiled
as he saw the boys sound asleep in Mark's bed. Mark's arm was still
locked around Adrian's shoulders possessively and their legs were
entwined under the covers. He knew that the boys were both naked
because their pajamas were lying on the floor. But despite the
evidence that the boys had engaged in some sexual activity he still
hadn't expected that the boys had progressed much beyond playing
with their little penises. He figured that was probably about the
normal level of curiosity for eleven-year-old boys. That was, until
this evening. Now he wondered just how far Mark had 'gone' with
Adrian.
He stopped outside the door to Mark's bedroom and listened.
Adrian was giggling quietly. There didn't seem to any sound from
Mark. He stepped into the doorway and smiled as he saw the two boys.
Adrian was half-naked and sitting on Mark's bed with his back in
the pillows. He wasn't the only half-naked boy in the room. Mark
was sitting 'Buddha-style' on the couch, minus his shorts and
underpants. He was masturbating. His little brown hand seemed to
be flying up and down his short hard penis at a furious rate. His
eyes were half-closed in growing delight and he had a smile of
complete and utter enjoyment. He whimpered as his hand moved even
faster and then he groaned in ecstasy. "Oh Yeah! Come on baby!" he
gasped out loudly as he proudly displayed his growing excitement
to his closest friend.
John coughed loudly. Mark's eyes flew open at the same instant
that his hand flew away from his penis. He reddened slightly as he
saw his father. "Oh, Oh!" he gasped. "Oops sorry, Dad," he said
awkwardly and in sudden embarrassment at being caught. Instantly
his less-than-three-inch erection began to wilt.
His father smiled and shrugged. "No problem Marco. It's
certainly not the first time a boy played with his penis. And I
seriously doubt that it'll be the last." The boy smiled shyly and
looked down as he continued to blush. "It looked as though you were
enjoying it, didn't it Adrian?"
The other boy grinned at his friend and nodded. Mark continued
to look down at his feet. Now cheated of his pleasure and feeling
his embarrassment build, he wanted to cover his body and slink
away. "I guess I better get dressed, huh?" His voice trembled, not
with fear but with the sudden departure of his self-confidence and
the arrival of shame.
John shrugged again. "Masturbating is nothing to be ashamed
of Marco. I do it and I'm sure Adrian does it too.' He glanced at
the other boy and Adrian nodded shyly. "It's probably the most
natural thing in the world for a boy to do. There's absolutely no
reason for you to be ashamed about it. There's also no reason why
you should be ashamed about me seeing you do it either, for that
matter. I'm your father. I've seen your penis just about every day
of your life, I think."
Mark looked at Adrian guiltily and the other merely smiled as
he turned to his best friend's father. "Gee Mark, it's just a dick.
We've all got one. They all get hard and feel good."
John laughed and came over to his son. He didn't look down.
He didn't need to. He still remembered every perfect detail of the
boy's immature genitals. Besides he was already half erect and he
didn't want to finish the job in front of the two boys. He reached
out and playfully ruffled his son's dark unruly hair. "If you want,
Marco, you can finish it off in my room," he said playfully. "Or
your bathroom if you want?"
The boy shrugged as his shame began to fade. His dad was a
'neat' guy he realized. "Nah, I guess I was just wasting time till
you got back. How's Adrian anyway?"
"What did Adrian tell you?" John asked.
Mark smiled shyly. "That his uncle's dick, I mean his penis,
pushed his poop into a big lump and now it can't come out."
John nodded as he smiled, "That's pretty accurate. I want both
of you boys to understand that what happened to Adrian was
something that shouldn't happen to boys your age. Adrian is very
lucky he's not in hospital with a major problem. A few more days
and he might have been in serious trouble. As it is, I think we can
clear out the lump and get everything working again."
Adrian nodded. "Is that the emana thing?"
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