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Picking up Michael – Part 5
Dave A Bishop
Michael and I continued to see each other even more regularly, He told me that John, his brother, was spending more nights with his girlfriend and it was easier for him to stay with me. Naturally I was very happy for this. Our sex sex life was going from strength to strength and we were now both flexible with each other. Michael had found bottoming hard at first always saying that he was sore afterwards but with lots of rimming and lube and lots of gentle fucking he became used to it and enjoyed it. I think I lost a couple of pounds with all the sex and its great eating ass, there's no calories and mostly protein in sperm so I was happy too. Michael spoke to me one day that he had never been happier having a daddy to care for him and that he loved me dearly. I told him I felt the same and never wanted our relationship to end. At the moment we were still hidden from my friends but they were suspicious that I had someone as I had less contact with them but they knew not to pry. Michael said that John was happier too because he had a new girlfriend and they seemed to be getting on very well. Michael said that John had moved most of his stuff to his girlfriends home. I asked him if he had thought about doing the same. He hugged me again when I suggested that.
I few days later I had coffee with one of my friends Alan, he was made up about having a new much younger boyfriend. He told me that they had met at a local cruising area and he had picked up the lad. The boy was in his middle 20's tall and slim, not classically handsome but had a great body and dick. He told me that the boy was a natural bottom and had been looking for a daddy or even grand-daddy. He told me that the boy was not out to his Glaswegian family of mother and younger brother. I thought that this boy might be John and asked Alan if he had a pic of him. He laughed and said yes but I wasn't allowed to see it as the boy was naked. Alan had taken it when the boy was asleep on the bed. Naughty Alan. I told him to cover the body and just show his face. After fumbling around with his phone Alan showed me the boys sleeping face. I had not seen a picture of John but he was his brother's double, just a year or two older. I controlled my reaction and complemented the boys picture and told Alan that he was lucky. Alan laughed and agreed. Alan said that he had a younger brother who was straight and had a girlfriend, the brother was called Michael. John was frightened about Michael finding out. This gave me a lot to think about as I now knew the secrets held between the two boys.
Michael noticed that I was not my usual self over the next few days. I had been more clingy to him. Michael has responded by holding and supporting me but I couldn't tell him why I was not my usual self. I had to think through how to handle the situation. I thought it best that both Michael and John need to find out at the same time.
We continued having lots of sex. Michael wanted to bottom a little more and I was happy to oblige. Eating him out and fucking him at every possible occasion. One time Michael was face down with me eating him out and sucking his dick pulled back though his legs. He was getting hotter and hotter and begged me to fuck him. As I moved into position on top of him he let his dick spring forward so that it was under his belly. He was open enough for me to enter without resistance and I went slowly but firmly towards his joy-button. Michael made that wonderful mewling sound that I love to hear and I started work on massaging his insides & that joy-button. After a few minutes of me pumping away he said that he was close to cumming but wanted to last longer. I left his ass gaping wide and begging to be eaten again. I feasted on him then he started to roll over and asked if we could flip-flop. I fell to the mattress with my ass in the air and Michael began to eat me, soon I was wide open and begging for his cock. Never, one to disappoint Michael pushed me down and mounted me. His cock knew exactly where to be and he went straight in balls deep. I moaned loudly as I felt his cock open me all the way. I feeling I have never got tired of! Michael was hitting my joy-button hard and I was loving it and begging him to fuck me harder. He increased his pace and started to long dick me too. He kept it up for a few minutes and started to sweat. He asked me if I wanted him to cum I said that I would like to flip-flop a couple of times to heighten our arousal. He jumped off me and through himself to the mattress with his legs wide. I was in fast and hard, banging and long-dicking him. Michaels mewling became loud groaning and sighing, "please daddy, fuck me, fuck me harder" he gasped. I obliged and bounced him into the mattress. "Daddy I'm going to cum". I stopped and said "There's only one place I want your cum and that is my ass. Get to work boy and fill me up". Michael shrieked with excitement and frustration as I had stopped him cumming he jambed into me hard and deep. His cock swelled almost immediately and I could feel his spunk filling me up and I loved every bit of it. Once he had stopped I threw him off me and got inside him. Michaels ass had tightened up when he had cum and I pushed firmly to get back inside. "Daddy, daddy make me take it. Make me take your cock, I need your spunk in me. Give it to me. Make me your boy again. Fuck me. Fuck me" Michael was barely coherent and I came long and hard deep inside him. His ass was milking my cock as I came and he tightened hard to hold me in.
Neither of us had cum so hard in a long while and we were spent. We rolled apart, used the bed towel and rolled back together again. We just looked at each other and started to laugh. I told him that I was so lucky to have such a gorgeous boy to which Michael blushed. "If you think I'm gorgeous its only because you've made me that way" he replied. I kissed him. "That Scottish man didn't make me gorgeous, he broke me and John" Michael started crying. Such is such strong emotions that they can swing so quickly. I suppose there were going to be times when this boy would look back on his past life. I stroked and comforted him. "Dave, I want to tell you something". In bed Michael almost always called me "daddy" but he obviously wanted to tell me something man to man as it were. I asked him what it was. Michael looked down as if ashamed and mumbled a little. I lifted up his head, kissed him gently and asked him to tell me anything.
A fuller story about his father's abuse of the boys came out. Apparently, beating them with a tawse was only a part of it. When drunk he would start to beat one of the boys, either of them, he didn't care. He start by shouting and cursing them, belittling them until they cried and then he would beat the boy for being soft and crying. This started this treatment when they were in their early teens but he had beaten them from long before. They had both started puberty and had both started wanking. Michael, the younger, had just started to cum but he knew that John had been cumming for a while now. Father would beat both boys and make them strip naked, he would mock their boyhood endowments and slap their penises with his hand. He would grab them by their penises and pull them round the room together, one in each hand. Sometimes he would scratch them with his dirty fingernails and they would bleed. When this happened he would have and tell them it would stop them playing with themselves "the dirty fucking wankers" he would call them. Both he and John would be frequently humiliated by this. Mother was unable to protect her boys as she would get a back hander too. Often mother had a black eye or cut lip. Michael said he felt sorry for his mother as she had no power to help herself or her boys. After being beaten by their father Michael and John would hide in their bedroom – they shared – for comfort they would share a single bed together just putting on their underwear as they had no pyjamas. On one occasion their father had later gone into their bedroom and found them asleep together in the same bed. He took the tawse to them again until Michael fled to his own bed, he was beating across the room until he hid under his covers while his father cursed them for being "fucking bender queers". By this time Michael was sobbing in my arms. His process of healing was only just starting, he felt, for the first time, that he could tell someone about it.
I told him that I thought he was so brave to have carried this all for so long and that his father was evil. I asked him if he and John ever spoke of it. He said not but he knew John still had nightmares about it. I asked Michael what happened with the nightmares, he said that even now he would get into bed with John during a nightmare to calm him down and then sleep with him. He told me that even asleep, John would hold and snuggle up to him. I stroked Michael and then he laughed. I asked why he laughed, he told me that although they slept in underwear they would always wake up with boners sticking out of the top. He said that they never spoke about boners as adults but had when they were boys. He said that they had compared as youngsters and that John the elder had a bigger one at 7" but Michael had noticed now that in their 20's he had outgrown his brother by an inch. I asked him if he had ever mentioned it to John but he said that they both had too much trauma in their childhood related to their penises to ever tease each other about it as adults. Michaels smiled and said that other than him being a bit longer than John their penises were identical both on the slack and erect.
Following this conversation I decided that I had to get a plan together so the boys could know about each other. I wasn't sure about Alan being helpful so decided to sound him out.
Later that week Alan & I met for coffee. I told him I wanted to compare notes on our boys! Alan thought we would be talking about sex with the boys but I had another agenda. When we met I told Alan that my boy, I referred to Michael as "Joe" had a problem and was having nightmares about his childhood. Alan straight away responded that John had a problem too dating back to his father beating him and his brother badly and that it was difficult to settle John down when he was so upset. Alan told me that when John was upset he could only be consoled by his brother Michael. Alan showed a side of himself I had not seen before, he was caring but frustrated in that he could not help John. I went quiet and pensive in thought. Alan asked me what I was thinking about. I told him that I might have an idea but it would need a lot of trust on Alan's part. I asked him what his feelings were about John. Alan thought for a while and said that when he had picked up John it was only for sex but over the couple of months they had been seeing each other he had grown fond of John but he had no long term plans in mind. I said that I had an idea to help that included my boy but under no circumstances would I put my relationship with "Joe" at risk: that risk being Alan's reaction to John. I told him that if he had John's best interest at heart then I would tell him my idea but if not then I would have to seek an alternative that did not include him. He got defensive and asked me why I had an interest in John. I told him that Joe knew him and was worried about him and that Joe needed to speak to John to help him. Alan seemed to be OK and realised I had no ulterior motive. Alan said that if John was "sorted out" it would help their relationship. I told Alan to think about what I'd said and we would chat again in a few days. He wanted to know why I didn't tell him my ideas now so I told him that I needed to speak to "Joe" first and he was my primary concern.
I went home to speak to Michael; he was in the kitchen making something for us to eat later. I kissed him "hello", told him I loved him and pinched his bottom. I said that over dinner tonight I had something important to talk about that was going to be good for both him and John and that I needed just a little time to think about it before we spoke but reassured him that whatever he would decide whether to go ahead or not. It would be his decision alone. He looked concerned but I reassured him with I think I have an answer that will help John and his nightmares and help him and John to be closer again without fear of "coming out" to him.
Over dinner I asked Michael to tell me about John and his girlfriend, how long they had known each other, how much time they spent together, what he had said about his nightmares since they spent more nights together. Michael said that John and "Lana" had been going out for a couple of months, that they were spending a couple of nights together each week and John seemed happy with her. He was still having nightmares and that only he, Michael, could really settle him. He said that "Lana" was supportive but didn't know how to help him. I told Michael that I knew who "Lana" was and that we could help John by being truthful about our relationship. Michael immediately said "No" he cant find out I'm gay, he wont be able to handle it. I told him that there is important information about "Lana" that he needs to know and that it will help him and John. "I don't know know what you can tell me about Lana that would help, even if you know her, what difference does it make to him and us. Please don't tell them about us". Michael was really worried now and I held him and stroked him. "Michael, I need to tell you something that is really helpful and wont hurt you or John. It can only help and its about Lana". Michael settled a little while I held him. He quietly whispered "OK" in my ear as I held him tight. "I continued to hold him tight and whispered in his ear "OK baby boy, I know Lana very well she is a friend of mine". "You know a 24 year old girl? Is she the daughter of a friend?" Michael asked. "No I replied, she is not the daughter of a friend, Lana is a friend of mine." I paused a few seconds and continued "Lana is not a 24 year old girl – Alan is my age." Michael pushed me away. "You cruel bastard he shouted – why did you say that" he cried and shouted running to the bedroom away from me. I gave him thirty seconds and followed him, he was crying and asked "How could you be so cruel to me?" "Michael, baby boy, I have not lied to you, John is not seeing a girl called Lana, he is seeing a friend of mine called Alan. He is a good man but they are struggling because of John's nightmares. Alan has shown me a photo of John's face. I can see he is your elder double".
Michael started to calm down and asked if what I was saying was really true. I said that it was and that he should have no fear in coming out to them. I told him that Alan did not know that he was my boy. I told him that I had used the name "Joe" for him. Michael could not believe that John was gay as he had hidden it so well. I countered him by responding "Like you?" "I suppose so" said Michael. "I think we need to come out to John" said Michael. "Yes, baby boy, I think we do but will you let me organise it or would you prefer to tell him." "I think I want to tell him but will you be with me when I do?" naturally I agreed, I thought I might need to support Alan too.
Alan had spoken to John and told him that he wanted him to meet a friend of his, Dave, who might be able to help him with his nightmares. John was hesitant but ultimately agreed thinking I was some kind of therapist. We agreed to meet the next day in a local park. The sun was shining and it was lovely and warm. Michael and I arrived but suddenly he had cold feet. I told him to wait in the car and I would come and get him when the time was right, if the time was not right I would call it off. Michael agreed and waited in the car. I met Alan and John and we started to talk. I told them that I could help with Johns nightmares and that I knew that there was only one person who could calm him when so upset. "Yes" said John "Alan told you about my brother". I told him that Alan had told me he had a brother" I told them that I also had a young boyfriend. John was surprised that I was gay but said that I had been gay all my adult life. I told him that although I did not have a supportive family that I had got away from the family and that I had always had good friends to help me.
John and Alan were getting a little anxious so I suggested that it was time for them to meet the one person who could really help. Alan asked "Do you mean Joe?" I replied "Yes, sort of. Just hold your horses and all will become so very clear. I rang Michael and said that now was the right time and he should come along to join us. "Yes baby boy, trust me John is waiting for you". I got an "OK". Within a couple of minutes Michael appeared to John and Alan. "Johnny" Michael hugged his brother. "Mikey" John replied and hugged him back "I didn't want you to find out like this." Alan looked confused. I apologised to Alan and told him that "Joe" was really Michael, John's brother. The boys hugged so tightly for so long, I think they both shed a tear. I suggested to Alan that he and I go to the nearby cafe for a coffee leaving the two boys together. I told the boys to spend some time together while we daddies have a coffee. Michael would ring me when they wanted us to come back.
While drinking coffee I told Alan that I had recognised John from the pic he showed me and that by doing so he had caused the healing to start for John. Alan was shocked really.
After 20 minutes my phone rang and Michael asked us to come back to them. Michael and John were sat together on the park bench. They excitedly told us that they were so happy to have come out together. I suggested that we all have dinner together at ours so Alan took John home and Michael and I did the same.
Later, that evening the two came round and the boys never stopped talking and laughing about lying to each other about girls and sex and teased each other as only brothers could. Alan and I looked on and enjoyed our boys happiness. What interested me was the almost constant physical contact the two boys shared; touch arms, hands, shoulder and faces when they were talking it was all so loving and caring. At the end of the meal the boys started to whisper to each other and Michael said that he would ask me. I asked what they were talking about. Michael said that he wanted to spend the night sleeping with his brother and could they spend the night together in our spare room. I said that I had no problem at all with that but that John ought to talk to Alan about it, perhaps in private. Michael and I decided to start the washing up in the kitchen leaving them some privacy. After a few minutes Alan came though to the kitchen to say that the day had been one hell of an eye opener and that he was going home leaving John here. He asked if I would bring John home in the morning. I gave Alan a goodbye hug and John did the same "what no good night kiss my Johnny?" asked Alan. John blushed and looked at his brother. Michael just came straight over to me and kissed me lovingly on the lips. John laughed and then kissed Alan just as passionately. John said "I Never knew it could be so good!"
I decided to finish the kitchen on my own and asked Michael to show John the bathroom and the spare room. I didn't see them again until morning. Michael later told me that John had a peaceful sleep in his arms.