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Like Father, Like Son(man/boy), Part Six
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[Like father, like son, part 6/9]
John laughed, "Yes! Only its an enema. Let me explain what
happens so both of you boys understand. The fluid in this plastic
bag is injected into Adrian's rectum, uh his bottom. It breaks down
his feces, poop to you guys, and lubricates his anus so that what's
inside him can come out easily. It's both unpleasant and somewhat
uncomfortable but it's a lot better than spending an hour or two
in an operating room."
Adrian looked at his friend nervously. Both boys looked more
than a little frightened. "You want me out of here, Dad?" Mark
asked.
John smiled. "That's up to Adrian. Personally I think it would
be good for you to see what happens when things get out of hand."
He looked at Adrian and the boy smiled back at him and
shrugged. "I don't care," he said quietly.
John walked across the room to Adrian. "Okay, Adrian it's time
to pay the price for two weeks of fun and games. Turn over on your
belly."
Adrian looked at Mark quickly for reassurance and he twisted
onto his front, lying with his head in the pillows and his slender
legs slightly apart.
Playfully John slapped the boy's rump as he sat down on the
bed next to him. His hand stayed on the boy's smooth cheeks and he
gently caressed the round firm flesh. The skin that covered the two
perfect small mounds was deliciously soft and warm. Starting at the
end of the boy's spine John carefully his eased his fingers down
into the hot moist crevice. The tips of his fingers pressed forward
and into the small opening. Adrian let out a little sigh of
contentment and John glanced over at his son. Mark was watching,
silently and fixedly. The boy's eyes were glued to his father's
hands as they gently massaged his best friend's buttocks.
"Mark, come over here please?" John asked.
Mark uncoiled from his seat and padded across the room until
he stood next to his bed. "Yeahhh!" he said as he tried to feign
disinterest. His disinterest was contradicted by his penis. It was
already at half-mast and well on the way to full erection. He
glanced and looked at Adrian's body, then as he realized his own
arousal, he blushed slightly.
John smiled. "He'll go away if you don't play with him," he
said playfully. Expertly he placed his hands on Adrian's cheeks and
parted them wide open. With one finger he pointed to the darkened
bruised ring that surrounded the little orifice. "You know what
caused that,... the bruising?" he asked.
Mark reddened even further as he looked down into Adrian's
crack. "Yeah! His uncle? I guess 'cause his dick was so big." His
father raised his eyebrows. "Oops, sorry Dad. His penis was too big
to go in?"
John nodded. "Do you know what caused this little pink mark
here?' he continued as he pointed to the fissure that was still
visible. Mark shook his head. The man breathed out. "This is where
Adrian's anus was damaged. It was forced to open so far that it
finally tore, Mark. It would have been very painful and I'm sure
there would have been a lot ot blood."
Mark swallowed nervously. "He didn't tell me about any blood,"
he mumbled awkwardly.
"No? No, I don't suppose he did. It's not something that's
fun. Boys can get get hurt doing this kind of thing. Adrian knows
that now. I want you to understand too."
The boy backed away. His rising excitement was now quenched
and his penis began to subside. He was frightened. The fact that
Adrian had been bruised because he had done it too often was one
thing but the fact that his best friend had been torn and bleeding
afterwards was quite another.
John opened the enema pack and expertly lubricated the plastic
tube with the Vaseline. "Okay Adrian, I want you to crouch on the
floor on your knees." Adrian moved into position and John gently
pushed his back so that he leaned forward with his head resting on
his thin arms. His small pale buttocks were lifted up and were now
the highest point of his body so that the fluid would drain down
into him. John knelt down behind him and carefully parted Adrian's
small, almost-white cheeks again to reveal the little orifice. For
a few wonderful seconds he slowly rotated his finger around the
boy's anus before pressing into the small hot hole so that his
finger entered past the first joint. He was rewarded by a little
shudder and a sigh of delight. The man smiled. It would be very
nice to spend time with Adrian. It would be very nice indeed. With
Mark in the room and looking on, it was easy to resist his impulse
to excite the boy further. His professional training took over and
his instinctive urge to go further with the young boy was
conquered. He eased his finger back and replaced it with the tip
of the enema tube. The enema tube pushed into the boy's body and
Adrian twitched as he felt it sliding downward. John guided the end
of the tube around the blockage and then it took only a little
pressure for three or four inches to slither in on the film of
Vaseline.
"You ready, Adrian?" he asked. The boy nodded. "It's going to
feel wet and cool at first. Then you'll feel yourself kind of
filling up inside. When it's all in I want you to lie on the bed
and keep very still, okay. You and Mark can watch TV if you want.
In a while, maybe twenty minutes or so less you'll begin to feel
as though you have to go to the bathroom. Tell Mark and he'll come
and get me. I'll be in the study. I want you to try to hold it in
for as long as you can. If it feels like you can't hold it any
longer get into Mark's bathroom as fast as you can."
Adrian nodded. John unclamped the plastic bag and began to
squeeze slowly. He used a firm pressure, watching the tube closely
as it entered the boy's rectum. A little bit dribbled out and he
squeezed his fingers into the boy's cheeks to stop the flow. Adrian
moaned slightly as the cool fluid began to fill his bowel and lower
intestine. It was a pleasant feeling. After a few moments gravity
took over and the enema fluid continued to drain down. As soon as
the bag was empty John carefully pulled the tube out of the boy's
body and stood up. "Okay Adrian, just relax now. You feel okay?"
"It feels kinda cool inside."
"It'll warm up quickly. Take it easy but don't move around too
much." John said as he gently guided Adrian to move onto the bed.
The boy moved awkwardly feeling the strange sensation of the fluid
that filled his lower intestine. "You'll feel okay for a while and
then you'll start to get some cramps in your tummy. That's normal
so don't worry. In a while it'll start to feel as though the
pressure is building up inside you, that's when you get Mark to
call me," he said he started to leave the room. "Mark, you should
get you pajamas on and get ready for bed soon," he added at the
door. For a moment he considered staying with the boys. Watching
his son get ready for bed might prove to be interesting and looking
at Adrian's half-naked body was more than enough compensation for
putting his work aside for the evening. Though he would see nothing
that he hadn't seen regularly for the last eleven years, the
thought of seeing his son completely naked was suddenly very
exciting. John felt his penis tighten further as he started to
become erect again. He took a long look at Mark as he paused at the
door. The boy was outrageously beautiful as he sat cross-legged on
the chair. The boy was dressed only in his tee-shirt and his legs
were apart so that his little-boy genitals were openly displayed
to his father. Mark smiled shyly as he remembered that his father
had caught him masturbating. John grinned at his son. "Every boy
does it, Marco," he laughed. "There's absolutely no reason why you
shouldn't enjoy it too. That's one of the reasons why it's there
you know."
Mark grinned back and glanced down quickly at his small penis.
"Yeah? I guess so. See you Dad!" he called out as his father
disappeared into the hall. Mark stood up and went over to turn on
the TV. "What do you want to watch, Ad'?" he asked as he shuffled
through his video collection.
The other boy shrugged. "I dunno, Mark. How about 'Raiders'
or maybe the one about the boy who was on the island?"
"'Shipwrecked?' Yeah, that's a good idea." He squatted down
and shuffled through the video tapes until he found the one he
wanted. The video player had been his 'big' Christmas present from
his father. He was the only boy he knew that had one in his bedroom.
He inserted the tape, switched it on, and ambled back to the bed.
Adrian 'scooted' over to one side to make room and Mark lay down
next to his best friend. They shared the pillows, almost but not
quite oblivious to the fact that their bare legs were touching. The
credits rolled past and then the movie started.
"He's sexy," Adrian said quietly and almost dreamily, as soon
as the young hero appeared.
Mark swallowed in shock as he wondered how Adrian had read his
mind. He had been thinking how 'cute' the boy was with his long
golden hair and deep tan. Not only that, but Adrian had voiced his
admiration aloud and with what could only be called lust. That was
something that Mark could not do, at least not yet. He blushed and
glanced at his best friend.
Adrian shrugged. "Well he is!" he added. "Uncle Paul said he
likes blond boys most. He thinks most men like blonds. I guess I'm
kind of blond."
Mark looked at his best friend. Adrian wasn't really blond,
but he wasn't redheaded either. He was somewhere in the middle. But
Mark's hair was dark brown and suddenly he felt very conscious of
it. He wanted more than anything else to be like the boy in the
movie. He wanted to blond-headed and beautiful. His father always
teased him about being good-looking but fathers, and mothers too,
had to say those kind of things. At eleven-years-old Mark had no
sense that he was far more that simply good-looking. "Yeah, I
s'pose so," he murmured jealously.
The movie was just past the scene where the ship had docked
in London when Adrian's cramps started. The boy winced and held his
breath as he pushed his fist into his belly. "Ow, shit!" he groaned.
"You want me to get my dad?" Mark asked with concern.
"Yeah! You better.... It hurts real bad in my tummy," Adrian
gasped.
Mark leaped up from the bed and ran into the hall to the top
of the stairs. He leaned over the railing and bellowed out at the
top of his lungs, "Hey Dad, Adrian wants you. Dad?"
A moment latter his father looked up and nodded. "Okay, son!
I'm coming right up," he said as he hurried up the stairs. He
followed Mark back into his bedroom. Adrian was still lying on the
bed but he was on his side and his face was contorted in pain.
Little beads of sweat covered his forehead. He grimaced as John
came over to the bed.
"I think I'm gonna die. It really hurts inside me," he
groaned.
John sat down and placed his hand on the boy's forehead.
Immediately he felt the heat flooding out. "Pretty bad huh? Okay,
let's get you into the bathroom." He lifted the boy up and easily
carried him into the next room. Adrian was lighter than Mark by a
few pounds but he was harder to carry. Mark usually wrapped his
legs around his father's hips and then his weight seemed to be
'nothing at all'. Mark followed and stopped in the doorway,
watching curiously, half afraid, half strangely excited. He liked
watching his father carrying his nearly-naked best friend. John
placed the boy down on the toilet and lovingly wiped his forehead
with a damp washcloth. Adrian was breathing quickly and shivering
as the cramps worsened.
"It's okay Adrian. Just try to relax," he said reassuringly.
"Is he gonna be okay, Dad?" Mark asked.
John looked around at his son. "He'll be better in a few
minutes." He grinned, "You'd better do your teeth now. Adrian too,
for that matter. It'll be pretty smelly in here soon."
Mark giggled and went over to the vanity. He squeezed
toothpaste onto the other toothbrush that was kept in the bathroom
for Adrian and passed it to his friend and then picked up his
toothpaste and toothbrush and went to work. It helped to take his
mind of Adrian's trembling body. It was only with the greatest
difficulty that Adrian was able to concentrate enough to brush his
teeth. A minute later and the biting cramps started to come harder
and more frequently. Little tears trickled down the boy's cheeks
as he strained down, trying to expel the huge blockage inside him.
It burst free and thumped loudly into the toilet bowl making
a big splash. The was a moment's silence as the boy gasped for air.
Then his bowel opened and he evacuated a gush of steaming foul
liquid. It stopped for a few seconds and Adrian began to cry openly.
Then the torrent started again. The room was filled with the rank
odor of excretion.
Mark backed away, holding his nose. His father, long used to
the misery of the human body, choked back his own disgust and rubbed
the small slender back gently. "That's okay, Adrian honey. Get it
all out. You'll feel better in a few minutes."
Wave after wave emptied from the shaking boy, draining his
strength until he slumped forward on the seat. He was no longer
able to support himself and John held him by the shoulders until
the boy's bowel movements finally ceased. John helped the boy stand
up and supported his body while he used the washcloth to wipe the
soiled buttocks and thighs. Then he flushed the toilet and carried
the exhausted boy into the bedroom and placed him in the spare bed.
Mark looked at his father anxiously. "Is Ad' gonna be okay,
Daddy?" he asked.
John nodded and pulled the sheet up over the small inert body.
Already Adrian had fallen asleep. "He'll feel fine in the morning.
Right now he needs to sleep." He went over to the bathroom, turned
off the light and closed the door. He glanced back at his son as
he walked to the bedroom door. Mark was naked and in the process
of putting on his pajama top. Silently he admired the perfect young
body. He felt the urge rise up in him again. It was more demanding
than it had ever been. He hungered to touch the beautiful young
body and he trembled with lust and the intensity of his frightening
desire. At eleven-years-old the boy was old enough for sex. He knew
he needed to have a long talk with his son.
Chapter 6. A Long Talk With His Son.
John stopped in the corridor. Thoughts raced through his mind.
He doubted that there would ever be a better time for him to talk
to Mark about his sexuality. He licked his lips and swallowed. He
turned around and went back into the boy's bedroom. Mark was still
in the process of pulling on his pajama top. He stopped and looked
up at his father. "Yeah Dad?" he said quietly, not wanting to wake
Adrian up now that he was asleep.
"Marco honey, I'd like to talk with about tonight,... about
Adrian."
The boy shrugged and slipped his arms through the sleeves of
his pajama top. He stood up, leaving his pants on the bed and padded
across the floor in his bare feet. "Sure Dad," he whispered. "I
kind of guessed you'd want to talk to me when you found out what
Adrian did with his uncle."
The man smiled and lovingly placed his arm around the boy's
shoulders and stroked the slender arm as he guided the boy out of
the safety of his bedroom and into the hall. For a moment he
considered taking Mark downstairs to his study but it was already
late. He walked with the boy into his own bedroom. It was a mistake
and John realized it as soon as they passed through the doorway.
His heart was already beginning to beat rapidly as his excitement
increased. Mark walked over and jumped on the bed playfully with
the exuberance of an eleven-year-old boy about to stay up late. He
lay back on the bed with his head on the pillows. His shirt was
pulled up and revealed his slender body all the way to his nipples.
That he was almost naked did not bother the boy. He often ran around
the house without clothes and his father had never minded. His
little penis was limp and it flopped down between his legs. His
hand rested on his right thigh just inches away.
John remembered how the boy had been masturbating only a short
time earlier. That same hand that was now on his thigh had been
vibrating rapidly on the boy's stiff little penis. It was the first
time that John had seen his son masturbate openly. Although the boy
had always been free to fondle his penis as they watched
television, or when his father came in to kiss him goodnight, this
had been the first time that his father had observed the boy fully
sexually aroused. It both shocked and excited John at the time even
though he had been able to pretend to ignore it. He could remember
every detail, even the smile of enjoyment on his son's face as he
sat on the seat like a little satyr, abandoned to his pleasure.
John smiled as he looked at the boy lying on the bed. The boy
was very uninhibited. Mark was exactly the way John had always
wanted him to grow up. At eleven-years-old, he was unashamed of his
young body and totally unaware of the powerful effect that he had
on his own father. He enjoyed the freedom that came with being
nearly naked on a warm summer's night and relished his release from
the constriction of clothing. Mark had been that way since he was
a baby but he had only become truly liberated after his mother had
left. From then on John not only condoned his son's nudity but
encouraged it. There many more than a few photographs of Mark naked
in the picture albums that documented the boy as he grew up. Now
the boy's open display of his sexuality disturbed John more than
he wanted to admit. He forced himself to look away as the boy
reclined on the bed.
John was uncertain of what he wanted to say. So much of what
he had to say to his son depended on the boy's sexual preference.
If the boy was gay, or was going to be gay as he grew up, there was
a lot that John wanted to tell him. Otherwise they had little in
common. His own experiences with the opposite sex were less than
spectacular.
"Mark," he began uncertainly, "Uh,... how much did Adrian tell
you?"
The boy shrugged and looked back at his father. He had every
intention of keeping the confidence that Adrian had entrusted him
with, even with his own father. The man smiled as he realized that
he was infringing on the trust that the boys shared.
"I know Adrian told you that he had sex with his uncle. I
assume that he told you quite a bit of what happened. I want you
to know that I don't believe that what Adrian did was bad or wrong.
I'm sure you know that a lot of people would never agree with that.
They'd say it was dirty or disgusting and very very bad."
Mark looked away uncomfortably. He wanted more than anything
else to talk to his father about his own feelings. He wanted to
talk about the thoughts that terrorized him and about the desires
that had been constantly in his mind ever since he had discovered
that his dream was possible. The boy blushed shamefully and shifted
on the bed as he wished that he could go back to his own bedroom.
"Mark, we've always been able to talk. It's important that we
talk now. Maybe it's more now important than ever before," John
continued. He breathed out slowly. "I know you promised never to
tell. I don't want you to tell me anything about Adrian. I know he
had sexual intercourse with his uncle on numerous occasions. It's
not hard to figure out that he did a lot of other things at the
same time."
The boy nodded awkwardly and tried to close his mind to the
questions that demanded answers. "Is Ad' gonna be okay, Daddy?" he
asked.
His father nodded. "He'll be a lot better in the morning,
you'll see."
The boy was silent for a long while before he finally mumbled,
"Did that stuff hurt him, Dad? Having sex and all that?"
John slowly walked over to the bed and looked down at the
nearly naked boy lying on the pillows. His slender legs were apart
and his immature genitals seemed very exposed. The boy was both
intensely sensual and almost sexless at the same time. He wasn't
at all certain how he should answer Mark's question.
"In a way I suppose he's been hurt. Not physically, Mark.
Adrian will be fine in a few days. By this time next week there
won't be a mark on him to show for it. If his uncle had shown a bit
more restraint Adrian would be quite okay even now."
The boy nodded and breathed out in relief. "So how is Ad' hurt
then, Daddy?"
"I don't know Mark. Inside, he's not the same boy he was. He
knows what happens. He's done something that he'll never be able
to forget. He's different now. Adrian has lost something forever,
his innocence I guess."
"Does it always hurt? You know what Adrian did with his
uncle?" Mark asked slowly.
"A boy your age can have anal intercourse and not suffer any
physical damage if his partner is careful. Your body or Adrian's
body, is a lot smaller than a grown man's body is but if he's
patient and gentle it's quite possible for his penis to fit inside.
I'm not suggesting that anal intercourse isn't painful, Mark. Take
my word for it that it is. I'm quite sure that Adrian will confirm
that."
"Ad' said it hurt like hell when his uncle put his dick, uh
sorry, his penis, in him the first time."
John smiled. "He said it felt better though after a while too,
didn't he? When he wasn't as tight inside? That's part of what
happens during anal intercourse, Mark. Your body is loosened up
inside by the man's penis when it moves back and forth. Your anus
is normally quite tight but it can also get very large as well."
Mark nodded curiously. "But if it gets large then why was Ad'
bruised back there so much."
His father smiled. "Simple. His uncle used his penis to make
Adrian's anus bigger. If he was patient and he had waited until
Adrian's body to stretch, then there wouldn't be any bruising, or
very little. A lot of men don't understand the need to be extra
careful with a boy. All it takes is something like petroleum jelly
for a lubricant and time and the boy will be okay afterwards."
"But Ad' said that's what his uncle did the first time. For a
whole hour or more with his finger up there!" Mark exclaimed.
John smiled. "That was just one time. Sometimes he wasn't as
careful with Adrian. His anus tightens up after a while and if his
uncle wasn't as careful the next time, well,..."
The boy nodded slowly and then looked up at his father again
as the next question formed. It was the most important question
that he had. "Was it wrong? What Adrian did with his uncle?" he
asked.
His father thought for a minute. "A lot of people would say
so, Mark. It's really Adrian's business and no one else's. What do
you think?"
Mark sighed, "Yeah I guess. But Adrian said he really likes
his uncle and what they did. And he said he enjoyed it whole lot.
I don't know."
John sat down next to his slender young son and gently rubbed
the boy's thigh. "I think the only question is whether Adrian loved
his uncle and vice versa. People should only do those things if
they love each other Mark. It doesn't matter whether you're ten or
seventy, sex loses it's importance when people do it for reasons
other than love. Sure sex can be fun and, its can be a lot of fun,
but the whole purpose of sex is to join your bodies together and
show how much you love the other person."
The boy thought for a moment, "So if you love each other, well
you're already kind of joined anyway."
John smiled proudly at his son. "Its very easy to find someone
to have sex with Mark. At your age you could even find men to pay
you for the privilege of having sex with you. To find someone that
you love and who loves you back is another problem entirely. And
then there's Aids. We've already talked about that. If you love
each other and he cares about you then its unlikely you'll catch
it. But you should still use a condom."
"I thought a guy just had to use one with a girl,... so she
didn't get a baby," Mark said. "You mean guys too. But a boy can't
have a baby. I know that."
"Its nothing to do with having babies Mark. Aids is in semen
and if he puts his semen inside your body, well you could get it
too. You have to be very careful about who you have sex with. And
always use a condom, no matter what!"
There was a long silence and Mark shifted on the bed."Do you
think Ad' and his uncle love each other?" he asked at last.
John closed his eyes. He opened them as he breathed out. "I
hope so, Mark. Otherwise, in a few weeks or months his uncle will
be after someone else and Adrian will be thrown away."
"Yuck! He'd be so unhappy. I think Ad' really likes his uncle
a lot. It'd be really hard on him if his uncle didn't love him
back."
John turned his son's chin to the side and looked the boy
directly in the eyes. "Marco, I want you to be honest with me, okay?
I know you and Adrian have played around together at night when he
sleeps over. In fact I think I'd be surprised if the two of you
weren't doing more than just sleep in the same room."
Mark smiled shyly and looked at his father coyly. "Yeah we
mess around. You said it was okay when we talked about it after
Christmas."
John grinned. They had that talk the day after he had heard
the boys giggling long after midnight. "Playing with each other's
penises, masturbating, that kind of thing is perfectly harmless,
Mark. I know we've talked about it."
"So?"
"Have you and Adrian done anything else besides that?" the man
asked.
"Like what Dad? Oh! Like what Ad' did with his uncle?" The boy
blushed and shook his tousled dark head. He paused for a long while.
"Dad, I didn't even know guys did that kind of thing till Ad' told
me yesterday afternoon. I had no idea guys even did it like that."
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