Living A Secret Life Part 2

Chapter 108-1

Living A Secret Life

Part 2

 

It was nearly two before we left the Gills, as I watched Dad and John place a long rod in the back seat of Kerry’s car, Arthur and Shawn were dressed up as girls with full makeup and bikini’s Right down to fake b***s filled with small water balloons with the stem poking through to state they were girls harden n*****s.

Mom and I took a picture of them to hang on our walls and put in our photo albums. Mom said cheese getting a frown and hatred look, but it was a picture to die for. Dad placed them in the car and handcuffed to the bar, while John placed earphones over their ears. Dad said. “Have good time girls.” Getting the response he wanted which stated if looks can kill we would all be dead. Dad gave John one of my tranquilizers and said. “If they give you any trouble, just knock them out.”

Kerry and John both gave me a big hug and kiss to take my breath away, and both gave me a little stroke and knelt down and took me orally right in front of Shawn and Arthur. Telling me when I come home all the things they were going to do to me. I smiled as I returned the favor. Kerry shivered with excitement telling me if we had the time they would take me right here. I looked at Dad he rolled his eyes, I hugged him.

Jody yelled. “Wait for me.” Jared and my two younger brothers would have come too, but Mom held them back said. “You’ll get your chance I promise. Why don’t you boy’s take Sparky for a nice long walk? Mom grabbed his penis and towed Dad into the house with us.

Mr. and Mrs. Gill was at again on the coach. Mom and Dad took the other one, while my sisters and John lead the way back to their room. I got into position to play spider love, but instead, John stuck his penis in my mouth while Kerry and Jody took turns with me having sex. When John and I had climaxed fully, everyone shared me and John with a kiss. I knew we be hard and ready to get it again for an hour. We needed to get on the road or we never get to camp before nightfall.

I kissed each of them goodbye and climbed into the truck as Dad tossed me the keys, It was my baby brothers turn to ride with us. Mom was dressed in a full bikini because we would be getting closes to civilization, she handed us each a pair of shorts. Dad put them on the floor, told me when I reached ¼ of a tank to wake him. I pulled out nice and slow and got back on the main road, and did what I was told. Dad gave me a big goofy grin as he placed his feet in my lap so he could stimulate me with his feet, sending my baby brother after it to share it between them. I was the happiest boy in the world and wouldn’t have traded it for anything.

We boys only put on our shorts and flip-flops when we filled up for gas. Taking quick bathroom breaks and kept going until we reached the last gas station before I would meet up with my mother. I wasn’t looking forward to it because it meant my vacation was over. And all I would get when I got to her house was nothing, no sex, no oral stimulation not even a full massage. It would be just me putting the sock on the door.

I had feeling it was going to be a living hell without it because I really, really liked breasts, sex, and penises. Mom was kind to let us wear our robes open during the last few miles. It was almost 3 hours before dark when we arrived at camp. My mother and brother were waiting for me and so were Officer Kenly and his family.

I couldn’t figure out why I was so unhappy, mostly it was because I was seeing everyone wearing either swimsuits or basic summer wear. It bothered me knowing they were lying to me behind the masks of the world. I put on a happy face and closed my robe and got out of the truck. My mother hugged me, the first thing she asked me was. “Were you really a nudist having lots of sex with mermaids?

I grinned opened my robe, she couldn’t believe how tan I was. There wasn’t any white or pink anywhere on me as she removed my robe and had me turn around a few times. She gasped, “I thought you were tan before son, but you are brown, I mean really, really brown.” She compared me with Aaron’s skin; he was tan, but three shades lighter than me.

Aaron looked down at my crotch said. “Mom, he doesn’t have any hair down there as he did before.” Mom took a second look; she missed it because like all mothers and fathers when it comes to their kid’s nudity it just doesn’t register anymore.

Mom Rothwell quickly took a look and said. “Isn't my son beautiful?” I saw the hurt in her eyes when my foster Mom called me her son, but she signed that document stating I was her son too.

The hurt didn’t go away, but she put on a happy face she asked. “Are you ok son? You are not mad at me for letting them adopt you?”

 

I pulled her close and hugged her and kissed her on the cheek, it wasn’t the same as a kiss I would normally give, but she liked it. I whispered in her ear and said. “Would you like my honest answer Mom?” I watched her swallow hard. She nodded fearing my answer. I said. “No I am not mad, but I am disappointed, I am disappointed because you wouldn’t have even considered it when the Downing’s asked to adopt me. I am disappointed because you didn’t really want me, as you do now but didn’t want me with them either.

“If you would have changed sooner they would have and I would have made a compromise that would work for both of us. Instead, because you were the way you were, all we wanted was a closed adoption where you would be forbidden to make contact with me or ever see me again. Now that you have changed, you are willing to compromise’s and we both got what we wanted. An open adoption where you can see me anytime you like.

“We don’t have to go through a caseworker; we don’t have to go through family court. All you have to do is come see me anytime you like and I can come home when you want me to. I know why you did it and I am happy and I love you that you actually cared enough to make sure I had a father that cares about me and a mother as well as a family. So I am disappointed because we could have had all this a lot sooner.

“I’ll be 18 in 2 years and on my own, but you will always be in my life for now on. I just want you to think about it what we could have had if only you change sooner. And yes I was a nudist and still am, and yes I had sex, lots of sex.” I kissed her on the cheek and said. “Would like to see my mermaids and boyfriends?” Mom nodded she would. I went to Dads truck and gave her the boxes with all my letters and all my pictures. She gasped and I laughed as she opened the box finding all the letters and pictures. I said. “We will have a nice long talk later my family needs me.”

Dad called me over to help my brother’s set up our tents. My mother just stood there blushing as she read a couple of letters and looked through my pictures. I put back on my robe and felt stupid for doing it. I knew my mother or the Kenly’s didn’t care if I was naked or not, but neither were they. The only one was my baby brother; correction Kenly’s baby brother was too, watching him strip off his shorts having his mother pick them off the ground. I laughed knowing Mom was going to have a hard time getting him to wear least a pair of shorts. Yet like me she liked his naked body and we wouldn’t have had it any other way.

I found a spot for Sparky and introduced him to my mother, watching him jump on her and bark. My mother said. “You’re a lively little dog aren’t you?” And bent down to pet him as he licked her hand, she looked at me said. “You know you can’t bring him with us when we go home.”

I almost growled. “I know Mom how my father feels about me, having any kind of pet?” It sounded harsher than I meant seeing her taken back. I quickly said. “He’s got home with the Rothwell’s and me, my brothers will take good care of him until I come back.” The question in my mind was if I come back knowing my father.

I left her standing there to help my brothers unpack the truck. Mom was doing a quick inventory of the food we still had left. I knew she needed to go shopping if they were going to spend the week here. Dad told me after I had finished setting up camp and our tent, placing my sleeping bag inside my mother’s tent. I felt I was torn between them, but Mom hadn’t signed the contract and I hadn’t found a way to break the ice. Or how to approach the subject, Thank God for Mom for making the first move as she sat down with my mother, while Dad tended to the hamburgers and hot dogs, the only thing he could cook besides a good steak.

Like Dad said ‘grab the bull by the horns and just do it.’ I went over to Mr. Kenly and asked if we could talk. I wanted him to say no, but instead, he put his arm around me. Dad gave me a nod that said he was proud of me when needed to ask for advice, besides Mr. Kenly was in our circle of trust. He patted the rock next to him looking over our camp I said. “Mr. Kenly I need some advice,” having him correct me to call him Tom.

I continued “Tom I need some advice. I need to know first why you signed Dads contract.”

He put his arm around me and pulled me close and said. “I did it so there would be no secrets between us; I did so so you could come to me for anything when you are home with your mother and I suspect that’s the same reason Bishop Earl signed it as well, but I also want you to know I did it because I love you. You and your brother are like sons to me and my wife.”

I grabbed the bull by the horns and asked. “So it’s ok that I am a nudist and I have sex with girls?”

I watched his eyes as they looked at me they didn’t judge me like I thought they would. He first asked if I planned on going on a mission. I wanted to laugh and asked. “Why does it matter if I want to go on a mission or not?” He got real serious and I swallowed real hard knowing here it comes, he’s going to tell me I had made the wrong choice in trusting my Mom and Dads judgment.” I said. “No, I wasn’t planning on going.” He asked me why and he wanted an honest answer. I simply said. “I have no faith in the LDS church; they were never there for me when I needed them the most. I have very little faith in God, answering prayers.

“If wasn’t for Jeff I wouldn’t think he even existed. Besides they wouldn’t let me go because of my PTSD night terrors and some major health issue that are caused by all the physical abuse.”

He smiled and looked at me and took my hand and said. “Then having sex with a girl should not be a problem because that’s an automatic disqualification. Yet I want you to clarify what you think sex is.”

I said. “You won’t be mad or hate me because I did and Mom and Dad told me to and showed me everything when it comes to sex?”

He told me he wouldn’t but his eyes said something else. Yet my gut told me he loved me and he was just looking out for me and wouldn’t judge me. “No secrets,” he said. He always expects me to give him an honest answer. So I told him everything. I watched his penis trying to poke through he jean shorts when I described in detail everything I did with my mermaids and every girl I came across.” I said. “I really, really like breasts and I like tickling and tasting their sweet spot. I like them stimulating me by hand and orally.” His penis was getting harder so was mine. He noticed it but didn’t say anything, he laughed when it poked through my robe like it was saying. “Hi, I am here.”

I was about to cover it up, but he stopped me instead opened my robe and said. “No secrets… that includes our bodies. I am not embarrassed because we have an erection. It's part of life and it's beautiful” To prove it he unzipped his pants and took them off showing me he was just as hard as I was. Like my brother and his son, he was already shirtless so he too was naked as I was.

I felt better knowing he wasn’t lying to me and hiding behind a mask. I knew if my father was here, he’d be having a meltdown seeing them without their shirts and wearing shorts and flip-flops; even more so seeing me naked with another man. I wanted to lean over and take that nice looking penis and have my way with it as I watched him lay back letting me see all of him. I took my robe off my shoulders, letting him see all of me.

He continued sliding off the rock onto the soft ground and lay beside me facing me. “So far son all you did was what they say or call is petting, but I like the word you uses stimulation. It makes it so sound less dirty and more mature, yet I can see and feel that you already knew that. So the real question is how far did you go or your parents, correction your Rothwell parents told you to. Don’t hold anything back you are into deep to stop now.”

I cringed and said. “Mom and Dad wanted me to share myself with my brothers and them.”

He didn’t understand the word sharing ourselves. I told him and asked. “Is it a bad thing to masturbate?”

He shook his head and said. “No. I have been doing it since I discovered my first erection and I know how the church sees it, but I think that is stupid to tell you can only do it when you are married, and stupid that only my wife can stimulate me orally. I too like breasts just as you like them and tickling and licking their sweet spot and like that word better then what other people call it. It makes sound so vulgar and intrusive, a sweet spot I like that. I have doing it since I was 15.”

I was surprised by his answer and felt he didn’t lie to me, so I asked. “Is it bad to stimulate my brothers and Dad by hand or orally?” He looked at me and ever-growing harder penis. I said. “No secrets I am being honest and want an honest answer because I like doing it, and I like them doing it to me. Mom and Dad told me it was ok and I wasn’t hurting them or me by doing it. But if you say no, I want a good reason why I shouldn’t.”

He was quiet for a long time; so long I knew I wasn’t going to like the answer. He said. “When he was growing up he had 4 brothers and two sisters. We masturbated. No stimulated ourselves lots of times. We were curious when we first saw my mother do my father orally. We said yew gross, but we were curious what it tasted it like. We had stimulated ourselves several times together, but never tasted it before and never thought of tasting it until we saw our mother do it.

“We had an open relationship like you have with your parents and like me and my family have with you. One of the reasons I signed on the dotted line. I wanted you and your brother to still have that open relationship and why Bishop Earl signed it. I want you to know we fasted and prayed and went to the temple together before we signed that contract. The answer I got was that I should sign that contract. I felt I was doing the right thing and still do.

“At first when we tasted it for the first time it was not to our liking and was the same with my brothers, but Mom kept doing it. So I asked her and Dad over dinner one night. I asked my mother what it tasted like, I remember blushing and feeling stupid, but we had an open relationship. My mother said my father tasted like sunshine, on a cool day. I was confused by it so were my brothers.

“She clarified it and said salty sweet. I asked does it make you sick or get you pregnant. We knew about the birds and the bees and how babies are made, I have children of my own so I know it’s true. She told me she had been doing it since high school with many of her boyfriends before she married my father. My father nodded it was true. Mom said no it won’t hurt you as long as your partner or boyfriend stay clean and healthy with routine check-ups. She asked me why… so I said to me and my brothers had tried it and didn’t know why you kept doing it. She knew we have watched them have sex and it didn’t bother us coming home from school finding them doing it on the coach or leaving their bedroom door open so they could hear the baby cry.

“At first I thought she was going to grab the switch and tan our hides, but she told me it was ok and the flavor at first is odd or strange, but over time we would think it tasted like sunshine or salty sweet and started to give us vitamins and more regular check-ups and gave us their blessing and suggested that if wanted to we could share it with each other. At first, I thought they were joking and I felt as if it was wrong. Like you, I trusted my parent’s judgment and talked to my Bishop about it and he said ‘let God sort it out, not the world around you or the church. He knows what’s in your heart the world doesn’t.’

 

“So I give you the same advice let God be the judge, not the world or the church.” He asked if that answered my question

I said yes, and asked. “But did you let your sisters and your parents stimulate you, orally or by hand?” He moved a little closer and said. “I did and we never regretted it, in fact, we still do. I even let my kids do it when they got old enough.” I asked if he ever got sick from it or them.

He laughed at me, lying back letting me seeing his penis reaching for the sky. “No, I never got sick even when I did it with my bests friends when we went skinny dipping.”

I breathed a sigh of relief and said “I like girls a lot… a real lot but I like stimulating boys too, and was afraid that you would think I was gay and doing things I shouldn’t. All I heard was the voice in my head telling me it was wrong because the world and the church told me it was. But inside I didn’t feel that it was. I had sex with my foster Mom and my two foster sisters. Because Mom and Dad said I couldn’t get them pregnant, but I also had sex with my new best friends Mom and my favorite three mermaids Mom.

“Is that bad or is that ok because I really like it? I do it again tonight if my Mother wasn’t here. Mom and Dad said it was ok and because they loved me and didn’t want me to become like Shawn and Arthur. But they are the only ones I had actual sex with, Ever since Dad and Mom wouldn’t allow me and my friend Dillon to use a fake penis.”

I cringed when he dropped his jaw and said. “You put your penis inside of them? Is that what you are telling me?”

I nodded I did. “But I didn’t want too at first, but Mom and Dad got angry because I had been told that I couldn’t get them pregnant so it didn’t count. When I do so with a girl I married and had me promise never to do so until then or always uses a condom and make sure she’s on birth control pills and would kill me if I didn’t and got her pregnant. Told me I would just be experienced and she would love me even more because of it.”

He sat there stunned for a long moment and said. “That is one question I am going to have to think about. But you’re a smart kid so, for now, I let you make your own choice. If it was me, maybe I would do it, because I had to then face them beating me because I wouldn’t. And their right you can’t get them pregnant if they can’t have children anymore and you would be experienced, but question the morality about it. So give me some time for that answer. I am afraid to ask is there anything else you want to tell me?”

I shook my head no said. “Nope, that’s it. I have been waiting for someone to give me an honest answer for the last two weeks. So let me get this straight. Breasts are ok, penis is ok and for now, I can have sex until I learn differently? So if I kiss you, you won’t freak out.”

He nodded that was all ok. He placed his face near me so I could kiss him. So I took it and placed my lips on his and opened his mouth with my tongue and his eyes got real big, but he didn’t pull away until I released him. He stared at me for a long time breathing hard. He looked at me and said. “I thought meant a kiss on my cheek or my lips, but you kissed me, and I mean kissed me. You didn’t tell me you been kissing like that with your family… only the girls you have been with.”

He laid down panting and licked his lips. I looked at him and asked. “Is that a bad thing, because I like kissing a lot too, but girls have this… I don’t know… a static charge that makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. When I kiss my Dad and my brothers and my best friends, it makes me feel warm inside, without the static charge.”

He laughed. “Son, you are one mixed up kid, but I can’t find a single reason why it’s wrong because we all share germs in one form or another. I have kissed my wife and many girlfriends and my children on the lips mind you not open mouth like you just did, but I have to ask can I try that again?” I brought him closer and I kissed him again this time he kissed me back, I grinned inward feeling his hard penis. He said it was ok, Right? So I reached down and stroked him.

He moaned while he kissed me. I released him but kept stroking him; I rolled him on his back, and took my tongue down his chest and quickly spit the hair out told him he needed a shave. I asked his permission if I could have him orally. He said. “Knock yourself out, but my wife might get jealous.” I went for it and he moaned. “Maybe not that jealous.”

Dad came over with my mother as I was almost finished as he climaxed fully. I licked him clean as my mother looked at me as if she never saw me before when she asked. “What are you doing Eric James Shepherd with a man’s penis in your mouth?”

Dad corrected her. “I think you mean Linda, dear… my son Eric T Rothwell. It looks like to me he’s having a snack before dinner.”

Dad asked. “Mr. Kenly, he did have your permission? Because if he didn’t. I will blister that cute tan butt of his.”

He moaned. “Oh, he had my permission all right. Mr. Rothwell in fact when I get hard again I know exactly who to call.” I got off him and bent down and kissed me as I did him. Mom gasped speechlessly. Dad put it his arm around me and Mr. Kenly bent over close to Mom and said. “He’s a great kisser as well.”

Mom missed a step and yelled. “Mr. Rothwell we are going too have a long talk, you never once said he was having sex with men.”

Dad turned around and said. “I think you mean stimulation, not sex, there is a difference, a big difference.”