Part VIII - 1: Life After Camp

The bad karma between my father and I only lasted for two days after I got home. My mother sat us both down and we talked things out. My father had been so taken in by Penny's looks that he hadn't checked her mind out. He apologized for his mistake, and almost begged for my forgiveness. We more or less patched things up with the understanding we would take every care not to meddle in the other's business or friends from now on.

Later that evening, my mother told me she was going to sell the house we had lived in all my life. I strongly objected, and the long discussion thereafter eventually roused my father's curiosity. When he learned about her plans to move into a larger home, he offered to sign the south mansion over to the two of us, admitting he had been meaning to sell it off for years.

The south mansion had been his father's, and he had spent most of his early years there. But my mother's mansion was so much more glamorous than his that he immediately bought it after he had been released from her control. By the time I was three, the north mansion had become his home, but he could never get beyond his sentimental attachment for the south mansion to sell it like his business sense demanded.

The only reason my mother finally accepted his offer was from the fact he would be passing his father's mansion on to his own son. But just the property tax on the estate every year was more than what my mother honestly could afford.

Sherman suggested what at first to me sounded like a ridiculous idea.

"Sir, why not disassemble the south wing? You often have commented to me of how unnecessary it was for your father to have it built. That would halve the property value right there."

"I always hated that wing. He had it added on to his original mansion and made me use it for my own lair. I resented how he had kept me under his roof while telling me it was all mine. It wasn't anything near as nice as his. Everything I find so hard to give up is in the north wing. He was such a controlling son of a bitch. Tim, if I ever tell you who you can and can't fuck, you have my permission to make me think I'm a hamster."

After estimating the cost of doing so, it was agreed by all to follow Sherman's suggestion. As it turned out, not only did the property tax get cut in half, but the sale of most of the contents within the south mansion's south wing more than offset the cost of demolishing it. In fact there was very little left to demolish once the marble was removed from the exterior and sold.

Part of the conditions when he signed it over to us was that certain rooms would not be significantly altered. He insisted on paying for the remodeling of our bedrooms and living areas, and supplied maids to keep the large mansion in good condition. My mother swallowed a lot of her pride as she kept accepting his offers of help.

I asked my father if Suzi and Joey could each have their own rooms, but my mother vetoed that when she found out. I gave up due to her argument that they would always want to sleep in the same bed with me.

Suzi and Joey did wind up helping me design my bedroom and private bath. It became their bedroom as much as mine. Even the twins had their say, making sure the waterbed was large enough for five.

Because of complications with everyone's schedules, the reunion didn't take place until the Saturday before school started, four weeks after coming home from camp. Instead of making long distance phone calls, we sent each other letters through the mail. Most of the others had siblings who liked to listen in on conversations. So before we separated, I installed our own little secret code into everyone's heads. No one but us could read the letters we exchanged.

Rita had found another love interest and decided not to come. Paul had just gotten through the separation pains by the time her news had reached him. He almost seemed relieved, fearing he would have had to go through all the pain again. And Paul graciously offered to drive Scooter to see Gina a few weeks before the reunion, then declined their offer to join their quick fuck in the park. Jerry and Dana lived close enough to each other for their parents to each take a turn chaperoning a date. Naturally they hadn't done anything more than hold hands and a quick kiss goodnight, but that had partially satisfied their longing for each other's touch as they waited expectantly for that weekend.

Eric got caught trying to persuade a friend into letting him suck him off. His parents took that very badly, and when Eric finally explained he was gay, his father nearly beat him up before Eric promised he would change. His life was extremely rough that month. His letter saying he couldn't come arrived the day before the reunion. That evening I left Joey and Suzi in charge of the final arrangements while a limo took me across the state to straighten Eric's life out.

When I reached Eric's address, I had the limo drop me off and pull out of sight. Despite the fact it was after two in the morning, the house was fully lit up from within. I reached out to Eric's mind, and found him sitting on the sofa, very unhappy, while his father sat across from him in an easy chair.

I scanned the rest of the house, finding his mother and two sisters asleep in their rooms. Apparently Eric had tried to hitchhike his way to my home earlier that day and had got caught by an off duty policeman. His father was beside himself with pain and anger, but hadn't touched Eric after his near loss of control when Eric had admitted his homosexuality.

Eric had told his parents the truth about everything that had happened at camp. They didn't believe a word of it, which made the situation worse thinking he was making it all up. I had overlooked inserting my standard gag commands in Eric, and when Randy couldn't confirm his story, he decided to run away to find me.

After carefully examining his father's mind, I decided my course of action, and notified Eric I was there.

"Oh man! Tim is here! Please, dad. We gotta let him in so you believe me."

"Eric, don't you start that again. Why do you make this friend of yours to be some... " his father stopped as I knocked on the door.

"What did you do? Beg someone to come and tell me another story?" his dad said angrily as he got up to answer the door.

"No! I didn't even know he was coming until... Oh man Tim... Am I ever glad to see you," Eric said, rushing over to me standing at the door.

His father stopped him before he reached me with a look that even intimidated me.

I said, "Sir, I know you won't believe anything I say, but Eric really hasn't been lying to you. But if you let me come in to talk, I promise that if you later wish it, Eric will never see or hear from me again. Okay?"

"That will be my wish, all right. Fine, you can come in, but no funny business," his father said, standing aside. "And I don't want to see anyone touching anyone else where they shouldn't," he added, mostly to Eric.

Eric managed to hold himself together while he gave me a huge hug. His face had red streaks from his earlier crying, and he winced slightly when he accidentally put too much pressure on the rib his father had almost fractured the week before.

"That's enough. Eric sit down in the chair, and you... "

"Tim."

"You sit in the other one," he said sitting down on the sofa. "Now, just what is it you had to come over in the middle of the night to tell me."

"Like I said, you won't believe anything I say to you, so I'm going tell Eric about you."

"Me? What kind of bull shit... " he said, getting angrier.

"Eric, do you know where you got your name from?" I asked Eric, ignoring his father.

"Huh?" Eric said. "Uhm, yeah. My dad had a brother named Eric who got killed in an car accident before I was born."

His father didn't say anything as he glared at me. His eyes did show just a hint of fear.

"Did you know your uncle Eric was also gay?"

"GET OUT!" Eric's dad screamed, standing up, and pointing his finger at the door.

"And he wasn't killed in a car accident. He was attacked by five guys he knew because he was gay."

"Shit!" Eric's father said, sitting back down on the couch.

"Your dad is scared you'll turn out the same way. He feels very guilty about his brother's death, and he's blaming himself that you're gay."

"Shut the fuck up. I don't know how you know that, but you have no right to... "

"What? Tell him the truth? You blame yourself for your brother's death even though you were two hundred miles away at college when he got attacked. So if you don't tell him the rest, I will. It's your choice."

"The rest? I don't understand. If you didn't attack him, then why do you blame yourself?"

His father was now staring at me with a blank expression, his eyes distant while he was wallowing in his memories. I waited him out, letting him decide one way or the other.

Finally, his father whispered, "I... If I hadn't talked him into... He wouldn't have become gay if I hadn't asked him to... "

Eric's dad shuddered, then he covered his face with his hands.

"When your dad was sixteen and Eric was thirteen, he talked Eric into sucking his dick. After that first time, Eric started asking to do it, and eventually sucked him off every night until he left for college. A year and a half later, a bunch guys Eric knew found him having sex with two other guys in the boys showers after school. They got into a fight, and Eric hit his head on the floor really hard. He never woke up. He died two days later in the hospital."

Eric was looking at his dad, then finally got up and sat down next to him.

Eric put his arm across his dad's back and said, "Why? Why couldn't you tell me?"

His father raised his head and looked at him before saying, "Because... I didn't want you to become gay if you knew... " He stopped before finishing his sentence, then hugged his son while he started crying.

I thought to Eric, "He's almost as gay as you are. He never admitted it to anyone, especially to himself. The only thing he ever did with a guy was with your uncle."

"Dad? Tim just told me you... liked guys too?"

"But I stayed straight. Please, Eric. Promise me you will too? I don't want to lose you like I lost my brother. He didn't even love those guys. They were just... gay, so he... " he lowered his voice to a whisper again and said, "had sex with them without thinking about it."

"Dad. I'm gay. I don't want to be straight. But I promise I'll be careful. And I'm not going to have sex with someone unless I love them. Tim taught me that. He's taught me a lot of things."

They were still holding each other in a hug like position. His father turned his head to look at me, trying to judge who and what I was.

Finally, he moved to look at Eric and asked, "And the things you said you did at camp?"

"It was the truth," Eric said with a smile.

I watched as his father found something new to fear. Me. He didn't really recall that much about Eric's story, and what little he did was somewhat distorted. But with the way I had known about his brother and himself, he didn't doubt I could have my way with anyone. He even started suspecting I had something to do with Eric's homosexuality.

"Well, I guess it's time for me to leave," I sighed.

"Let me get my stuff," Eric said, getting up and running to his bedroom.

I couldn't help but wipe my eyes as I made Eric climb into his bed and put him in a deep sleep. He would remember everything, plus a little farewell kiss that actually never took place.

"He's asleep in bed for the night," I said.

"What? I thought... "

"I know what you thought, and I did come here to pick him up for our little get together. But you still don't want Eric to ever see or hear from me again, so he won't. You will have to take the envelope that has my address on it out of his left back pocket and get rid of it. You won't wake him up. He'll sleep until morning even if you throw a bucket of water on him after I leave.

"Promise me one thing before I go. Don't make him go through the suffering that you had by trying to make him go straight. He's not a bad kid. He's gonna need a lot of support from someone, but that someone isn't going to be me. I think you owe your brother to help Eric through it, just like you did for him."

He stood there looking at me, trying to sort out what my intentions were. Finally he said, "I'll try. It's not going to be easy. For either of us."

I looked at the wall between Eric and I whispering, "Good bye, Eric. I'll always love you." Yeah, I know it sounds kind of corny, but then you weren't there in my shoes.

I wiped both my eyes again before I opened the door to leave.

Just before I closed it behind me, I said "Goodbye, Spanky," to Mr. Roberts.

I always wondered what his face looked like after using that nickname. I had reminded 'Spanky' that I knew he had not stayed straight. Only his brother ever called him that, and only just before they sucked and fucked each other every night. In fact, it was Spanky who had sucked the original Eric, then begged to do it again.

I had agreed with his opinion that Eric must never know how truly gay his father was. If Eric ever found out, he would have eventually gotten his father to fuck him.

I slept in the limo alone, making it back barely in time to shower and get dressed before the first limo pulled up with Mick. Mick had lived the furthest away, leaving the night before, sleeping in the limo's pull out bed just like I had.

Brad and his sister Sandi arrived next. Brad immediately had Sandi pull Mick's dick out, then began fucking her ass himself as she sucked Mick into her mouth. Mick's surprise had only lasted a few moments, and then he beat Brad to the finish by blowing his load first.

"She's already made me cum twice this morning," Brad said making excuses. "Sandi, let me have a taste."

"Yes, master," Sandi said.

Mick and I both were surprised when Brad frenched Sandi a moment, then pulled his mouth away.

"Hmm... Sandi, you forgot to brush your teeth, didn't you. It tasted like syrup."

"Sorry master," Sandi said sadly.

"Shit, Brad. When did you start doing that?" I asked.

Brad blushed a little and said, "Oh, uhm... Well, after Sandi sucked Ted off one day, he dared me to kiss her. I did it, then a few days later he dared me again. I guess I got to like the taste of it. I, uhm... "

Brad turned really red and didn't continue. I peeked in his head and found that he had even tried giving Ted a blow job once. The taste wasn't the same, and it had grossed him out afterwards so he never did it again. Ted admitted later that he had been so aroused by watching Brad tasting his come in Sandi's mouth that he had started doing it too, and liked it as well. But Ted had never given Brad a blow job.

Joey was still in bed, but we found Suzi eating breakfast. Mick and Brad were both surprised by Suzi's nudity, and Brad even got his hardon back. He had never seen Suzi nude before.

"Shit, Suz. You better put some clothes on for now. If Paul sees you like that, he'll probably fuck you where you stand."

"And what would be so bad about that?" she said smiling. Then she looked around and said, "Where's Eric?"

My face saddened a bit as I said, "He's not gonna come. But he's okay. He has his dad now, and doesn't need us. And no, I didn't do a thing to anyone."

"Shit," Suzi said, shocking everyone. "I'm gonna miss him."

"Me too, Suzi. Me too... Hey! How about we all go and get Joey out of bed?" I said, trying to cheer up.

The twins had slept at the north mansion, wanting to surprise everyone with another grand entrance at noon once everyone had arrived. So, after we attacked Joey on the water bed, Sandi gave him his morning blow job.

Suzi went to the bathroom to get dressed while Joey started his shakes and shudders, cumming in Sandi's mouth. Then when Brad asked Sandi for a taste, Joey's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

As Suzi came out of the bathroom a moment later, I signaled Sandi, winked at Joey and said, "Brad, let me have a taste."

Brad had suddenly jerked his mouth away from Sandi's. He had been so surprised from Sandi shoving the cum I had asked her to save into his mouth that he didn't realize I was frenching him until I had already found out what I wanted to know.

"Hmm, it does taste a little better. Sandi, you must have sweet spit or something."

"Thank you Master."

I looked over at Suzi who only stuck her tongue out at me. But she couldn't hide the fact it had turned her on a little.

Jerry and Dana arrived next. They had not lost any time to get naked in each other's arms. The fact Jerry had his shirt on backwards was almost as obvious of a clue as their sweat drenched bodies.

The limo had picked Jerry up first, then traveled forty-five minutes to Dana's house where he hid himself inside the fold out bed. He nearly gave himself away when Dana's little brother bounced on the seat above him. After the limo had left her driveway, Dana had spent fifteen minutes trying to free him, leaving them with only another fifteen to have their fun in privacy.

Penny's limo pulled up just as Jerry's and Dana's started its engine to leave. The invitations I had sent out had specified they all may bring a guest if they wished. But the only one who had taken me up on my offer was Penny, and she had brought two.

To everyone's astonishment, two blonde, blue eyed sixteen year old jocks wearing studded leather harnesses that crossed at their chests got out first. One of them wore a black leather studded cock ring, covered by a black fishnet thong. The other guy only had a four-strap cock and ball harness that looked painfully tight, especially while it throbbed from Penny's caresses.

Penny was dressed in her regular clothes, and was grinning evilly at our stupefied looks.

"Penny, how the hell did you do this so fast?"

The two guys remained only a step behind her as they followed Penny up the steps towards us. When I stepped forward to give her a hug and kiss, both of her escorts immediately put themselves between us.

I waved my hand, shooing them out of my way, loving the frustrated look on Penny's face. But she brightened when I snuggled up to her, and even initiated the almost painfully rough french kiss.

"Shit, Penny. Spill it. How many blow jobs have you given them?"

"Three," she said with another evil smile.

"Shit. Come on. Don't make me look. How did you get them so far along with only three?"

Before she could answer, we heard Suzi's squeal. Either she had seen Penny, or Penny's companions.

After the two girls gave each other a quick hug and kiss, Penny said, "I owe it partially to Suzi. I combined the twin's and hers together when I gave Michael here," running her fingers over the netted cock, "his first one. Between that and the rivalry they have being twin brothers... "

"Twins? Oh. Just not identical twins. Okay. Go on."

"Let me start at the beginning."

Michael and David were a year older than Penny, the womanizer type, and lived down the street from her. Penny had been taunting them since the first day she moved in the year before with her mom, and it had only taken a month before she had kicked both their asses. So when Penny started teasing them again, they didn't respond at first.

Three days after returning home from camp, David cornered Penny, intending to tell her to leave them alone or else. But when Penny's hand pulled his rising member out of his pants, he forgot his caution and nearly blew his load when Penny teased his dick's head with her tongue.

She told David how much she liked men who wore leather. After David offered to get something leather, she pulled a leather studded thong out and offered to help put it on. He reluctantly agreed, and was rewarded by more tongue work to his dick. Once she had David thoroughly aroused, she stopped and promised to give him a long, wet, succulent blow job at the end of the week if David kept wearing the thong.

David almost forgot her superior defensive capabilities when he almost tried to force Penny to finish the job. But with a twist of his wrist, she reminded him, then apologized by giving him a french kiss.

Michael discovered them during that kiss, and with David's dick hanging out he assumed the worst. He confronted her later that day, and after she explained, he actually offered to wear the g-sting instead.

Two days later, Penny couldn't wait any longer. After David proved to her he was still wearing the thong, he agreed to meet her that evening.

When David arrived, Penny gave him another french kiss while her hands sunk down into his shorts. She stripped him down to his leather thong, then teased him by running her tongue around the thong's edges. David made three attempts to remove her clothes, never getting past her sudden increases in stimulation to do more than tug at her tight fitting shirt. He finally submitted to just playing with her hard nipples that were plainly visible through the stretched material.

Penny teased David without removing the thong for a good half hour, using one of Suzi's favorite tongue patterns. When she finally pulled off the thong and released his hardened dick, Penny switched to using the twin's best conditioning method on him.

Penny spent nearly an hour with his dick in her mouth, staying true to the twin's procedures. When David came, she took it all down, noting the difference in taste.

Michael arrived a few minutes early, disrupting David's state of post orgasmic bliss. But Penny had intended for them to cross paths.

David was shocked when Michael revealed his g-string underwear, unaware his brother had also made a deal. When the truth was told, he immediately offered to wear the same, plus anything else Penny wished.

Penny realized she could use their rivalry to speed up the conditioning process. And when she gave Michael his blow job later that evening, she altered the twin's methods to include some of Suzi's unpredictable techniques, being careful to adhere to the twin's structure.

It had taken her three and a half weeks before the brothers were ready to do more than just favor her kinky dressing suggestions. When Penny made a passing comment about the cock ring with pin pricks, David dug it out of the box and immediately put it on, and hadn't taken it off since except to shower. Michael naturally did the same afterwards, but later replaced it with the cock and ball harness when Penny asked for a little variety.

After they had both taken that critical step, Penny told them about the party I was having. They both pitifully begged to go, so she decided to take both. She told them if they behaved like her faithful slaves, speaking only when spoken to and the like, she would let both of them fuck her at the party, and hinted they might do it more than once.