Chapter 24-2
The Dance Of Affection
Part 3
I walked back to the cabin and let Sparky loose, considering he most likely had been tied up all night. I laughed as he ran around me in circles. I walked him down the beach, passing several more girls heading towards my cabin; I knew I was in trouble as each one remembered me from last night. I waited until they got closer and introduced me to them; being so many being so I couldn't remember half their names. Being what happened last night, I knew a simple handshake would not happen.
I was glad I was still spent when they hugged me, placing their lips on me, and letting me give them each a breathtaking kiss. Doing my best to save my energy as they each nibbled on my earlobes, telling me what they would like to do to me. I first thought not having a hard-on would stop them, but only encouraged them as they did their best to get it that way, but did not succeed. I saw the hurt in their eyes and kissed them, leaning them back and getting comfortable with the Sinatra technique that I have watched on TV and read about.
They moaned as I did it, giving them each a small sample, tickling their breasts with my tongue. Letting them beg for more and not get it as I moved on to the next girl waiting in line. Dad tapped me on my shoulder with ten more girls waiting for my affection, telling them; "lover boy is busy until after church, but please leave a note where my son can find you," hearing them pout without at least a kiss. Dad didn't have to say where we were staying. The whole town knew that.
Dad placed his arm around my shoulders, grinning that he was the one who got the cream. He told me Mom wanted to make sure I was well rested before church without distraction. Handing me ten more invitations with my name on it, inviting me to numerous activities. Some had perfume and lipstick on them getting very sexual. Dad blushed reading one of them, telling the letter that wasn't going to happen. I leaned over, reading what they wanted to do and where.
Mom was waiting for me at the cabin, placing her hands on her hips. Dad grinned, telling her. "He had to say goodbye to his fans." Mom rolled her eyes. Telling me to go to my room and she'd be right up, noticing that I had fully regenerated again. Sparky followed me. Dad handed her the ten invites I had just received, Mom, added another ten, setting them on my dresser and shaking her head. I was about to get under the covers, but Mom had me lie on my stomach. I didn't hesitate.
Dad left the room, leaving me in Mom's capable hands. I felt the lotion go on my back as she climbed on top of me. Sparky climbed on the bed, making himself comfortable. Mom slowly worked my tired sore muscles only kissing my shoulders. Quickly went over what I did last night like saving a girl from being raped and earning several more kisses as she worked me down to my toes.
I moaned when she worked me harder and kept working my feet and legs. Then I went back to my back and neck. When she was done, she had me roll over. Asking my permission if she could stimulate me, I nodded that she could. She rubbed me down with lotion, working her hands down on my chest. It felt so good. I closed my eyes, knowing she would never take advantage of me or hurt me. Starting from my head, she gently stroked me until I was almost ready. She then moved down to my toes, leisurely exploring every part of my body. After that, she straddled me, giving me a sensual massage on my shoulders and chest, before focusing on my penis again. Just like last night, she asked me before putting it in her mouth and hearing me moan.
When I was close, she removed it and finished me the hard way. Then she cleaned me up with her tongue and wet wipe. I asked if she wanted me to do the same. She said. "No, your Dad will do it. I just wanted to make you relax and take a nice, long nap." She kissed me on the forehead repeating, "I can't believe my little man has grown up, twenty climaxes and it's only eleven o'clock."
I yawned. "A guy got to do what guys got to do, Mom. I can't help if they line up the door for me. It's yours and Dad's fault for making me a Casanova."
Mom grinned and kissed my cheek, telling me. "Being a town hero makes it a big deal." I knew better than to argue. besides I was too tired.
I said. "I love you, Mom, but you guys wear me out."
Dad woke me three hours later and told me he would like me squeaky clean for church. I nodded as he took Sparky and tied him back up. I had just turned on the tub, being too tired to shower without falling over. When Dad came in and climbed in with me. He asked if we could do it together that way when we arrived at church, we both wouldn't be aroused. I said it was ok, but I wasn't going to lick him or suck him dry. I saw the hurt in his eyes, but I wasn't prepared for it. He reassured me it wouldn't hurt me. I replied. "I understand, Dad, but I still feel that's what Shawn would do."
Dad looked at me, telling me. "Your brothers didn't tell you everything, son." He placed me between his legs so he could wash my back and my hair. He then told me that what happened at the pool was worse than having Shawn stick his penis in their mouths. "What he did first was peed in their mouths and peed inside of them. Having them do the same to him. Then he sexually abused them over and over until he was about to climax, then had them suck him and his ass. Then had them pee on each other as he licked them. He was caught holding Arthur's in his mouth as Danny took him in the ass. They took turns, and what disgusts me even more is that other boys were doing the same thing in the next stall, swapping places with each other.
I wanted to vomit. I knew Dad wouldn't lie to me. He just wanted me to know that it wasn't brotherly love and affection. It was pure hate and abuse, for themselves and others by forcing them to do it. Shawn and Arthur were fifteen and Danny sixteen.
When their boys reached a certain age, Mom and Dad warned me that certain things are only allowed with their permission. One example is engaging in oral sex, which is only permitted with girls or brothers under the age of thirteen, after obtaining Mom and Dad's permission. Like using your tongue or the disgusting things Shawn and they were doing. The thought of coercing someone to consume urine or engage in such repulsive acts is revolting to me. No one should experience such mistreatment, even within the confines of a marriage.
He turned me around and so he could do the front of me, letting him stroke me. I didn't want to ruin the moment, but I felt he needed to know not knowing the next time we'd be alone. I had him stop seeing the hurt in his eyes. I swallowed hard and told him I needed to have a serious talk first. Dad nodded, realizing that stimulating me when we needed to be serious needed to come first.
I said, "Dad. I know you are not going to like this, but you need to know. Jared told me yesterday before you came home that Bishop Crawford told him that he wanted to have sex with him and Jason. He also told me that there were people in the ward doing child sex crimes and wanted to pass him around. He also offered him drugs and touched him by undoing his pants and zipper and putting his hands down his pants. Jared attacked him by kicking him in the groin. As a result, he sought refuge with Shane, likely because of your and Mom's lack of response when they approached you. You even went as far as telling them it was acceptable because he is a man of God.
Dad's hands trembled as he looked at me. He knew he said the very same thing to Mom, Shane, and me. Dad swallowed hard, telling me. "Thank you for being honest son." Climbed out of the tub and yelled real loud Crawford's name. I felt bad that I ruined a father and son's moment, but I needed to get that off my chest. I still didn't have my answers, but Dad wasn't the person who could give them to me. Bishop Earl was an Officer Kenly. The only actual answer I had was that I wasn't raping the girls. My brothers, on the other hand, I still wasn't convinced. Shawn has tainted that part of me, and I needed to think about how to undo it.
I wasn't in the mood anymore, so I got out and brushed my teeth, and got ready for church. I knew that I wouldn't need to iron my shirt or my pants; all I would need was a towel to sit on and cover myself. Mom greeted me at the door, telling me to help my brothers with the groceries. I didn't ask Mom why she shopped today; I knew why seeing the stack of letters with my name on it. Dad growled Crawford's name as he worked each nail with a hammer like it had his name on it. He, too, was breaking his cardinal rule when it comes to doing work on Sunday.
Mom only asked why Dad was angry, and I told her. "To talk to him, because it needed to come from him, not me, Mom. If I told you, it would ruin the rest of our day, and I don't want Shawn and them to ruin it more." Mom noticed my arousal. I simply said. "Dad and I lost the mood when I told him what he needed to know. I'll deal with it after church." Telling her, "Nora had invited me to go horseback riding after church and I promised her that if you said I could go, then we would."
I whispered in her ear that I promised her and her sisters each a full-body massage. She grinned, telling me that wild horses wouldn't stop me. "I said thanks, Mom; we will be back in time for the barbecue I promise."
She nearly hugged me to death, yelling to Dad to come in. Dad grumbled and climbed down from the roof. Mom kissed him and said. "Our son is going on his first date."
Telling him what we plan to do. His mood changed instantly, giving me a high five, and reminding me. "No sex. Just because you'll be alone doesn't give you the right to do it."
He asked if I had permission from their parents I said. "Yes, Dad. In fact, they suggested the meadow. When I said we could stay in the house, but they told me they trusted me, even more after last night and this morning." He knew perfectly well what I did last night and this morning. How could he not when all the girls were talking about it?
Some argue that a church requires physical building, but I question this notion. God is omnipresent and lives in our hearts, not in a structure. I believe this because my foster parents taught me so and I trust their words. So, when I saw the tent looking over the lake it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It had everything we needed. Places to sit with our family and friends, sacrament table covered in white, and people to do it.
I was a little surprised because the deacons and the teachers weren't dressed in shirts and ties. But I knew that God didn't care about that. Even the priests like me were dressed the same as everyone else, all wearing nothing but a smile. I quickly did a quick survey as people took their seats as music played from a tape from a large boom box. Even though I didn't know who the Bishop was I waited until he introduced him to us. I always look into their eyes as I look for that special light and feeling.
It was there, but faintly, but got stronger when he shook my hand. I let the feeling fill me as Dad introduced him to me. Having him stop, cutting him off, telling them he knew who I was, I am the hero everyone is talking about. I hated that word, but Mom and Dad would be angry with me if I argued about it here in church. What I was surprised to learn that Mr. Rock-water was his first counselor. It made perfect sense as I think about it how he knows everything about Dad and our family, but I also knew records don't tell everything.
He only asked about Shawn and Shane. Dad quickly said Shawn's at a military camp and couldn't come. He smiled when he told him that Shane was now serving a full-time mission and Kerry had taken a husband and was expecting a child. I gasped not knowing that, but not surprised. He asked about the other boy, Art. Sam. Dad said "Arthur" correcting him. "Is spending his time with his family." I knew all of it was a lie and so did Mr. Rock-water, but no one corrected Dad. Dad said Jody couldn't come because of finals at BYU. It was close to the truth, but better left unsaid regarding what the whole truth was.
Since he wasn't my Bishop, I couldn't rely on him for answers. However, I sensed that he supported my Dad's choices in teaching us right from wrong while we were visiting here. If not, he would call me on the carpet and after hearing what I had done last night. Knowing perfectly well how the church feels about what Mom and Dad allowed me to do last night alone, had taught me when it came to stimulating ourselves and girls. Heck, everyone allowed it by encouraging me and Jared to do it. In fact, Shane had the same lesson and did the same thing that my brothers and I were doing. Well, except for Shawn and Arthur, which I am still questioning if Mom and Dad encouraged some of it, letting it go on so long before they stopped it.
As we took our seats, the girls either handed me letters or gave me the call me sign, making me the center of attention. I discreetly covered my lap with a towel because of the church setting and the crowd around us. Dad did the same whispering to my brothers to follow our lead, but no one noticed them but me, well the girls did. Measure it with three fingers.
I hate to disagree with my sister Susan on that topic, considering how many times I had been stimulated by other girls and they find it quite appealing. Even Jared's was getting quite the attention, according to the rumors about last night. The lipstick on his face and chest proved that size just doesn't matter. He too was becoming quite the Casanova. As Jason grew older, I knew he would attract girls who found him interesting. One girl in particular seemed to have a connection with him, and they both seemed to enjoy it.
Mom squeezed my hand as Dad stood up when they asked about us and had them tell him, all they wanted to hear was about me. Dad grinned, motioning me to stand next to him letting the towels fall to the ground. The girls swooned seeing my and Dads arousal's as they turned around to look at us. I wanted to roll my eyes but stood up and took it like a man the way Dad taught me. He introduced me, telling them a brief history of my accomplishments. Dad shared with them my collection of trophies from over the years, my grades, and most importantly, that he was proud of my respectful behavior towards women.
Hearing about me made me feel really uncomfortable. I was about to sit down when the Bishop asked me to take a seat on the stand with him. Mom kicked my towel aside, whispering. "Son, just smile. You should be proud of what you got." Taking me a stroking me a little making it harder while she hugged me. I wanted to say, "Just great Mom, now every girl will see it." Mom turned me around and pushed me forward. I listened as several girls moaned and licked their lips like I was an all-day sucker, and I was the flavor of the month.
I was about to take my seat only to have me turn around and face the audience. Bishop placed his arm around me and told them how I saved a girl last night from being raped by boys that weren't local trying to fit in as nudists. People started growling as he quickly said. "That they were sent packing and with several injuries that this boy made sure they would feel for a very long time."
The girl stood and told me she was very thankful and quickly rushed up and grabbed me and kissed me so hard I stumbled. I realized I was in trouble. I also understood that this would never happen in church, maybe only in a dark closet. Everyone laughed when she let me go; she gave me her letter and gave me the call sign. Jared yelled. "Go! Tiger! Go!" Having Dad bring him down in his seat, made everyone laugh even harder.
I knew Mom and Dad were going to have words regarding his behavior, but they grinned proudly, whispering. "That's my son." Like a proud father.
Bishop asked me to say a few words. I cringed, knowing I was not an off-the-cuff kind of guy. Mom told me to smile, bringing her hands to her face and showing me to smile. I said. "Hi, my name is Eric" and waved to everybody like an idiot.
Having the girls swoon as if I was looking at them, placing both their hands on their chests, I caught the words "Isn't he a dreamboat?" Or "I hope I am next on his list." I did my best to steel my nerves as I hid myself behind the podium.
I quickly said, "I only did what was necessary when it came to girls and people who needed my help."
Another girl stood and yelled. "You can save me anytime." Licking her lips, having everyone laugh.
Man, I was in serious trouble having Mr. Rock-water say. "Not only did he save the girl last night, but he saved my two children and four other people."
I cringed, speaking up and said. "I had help and my Dad helped as well." But nobody cared. All they wanted was me.
I was about to back away, taking my seat only to have Mr. Rock-water place his arms around me, making me stay put. He leaned down to the microphone and said. "Not only is he a gentleman, but his is modest."
Having girls stand telling everyone, "He's a very good kisser as well"
Mr. Rock-water smiled. "There is that."
Only having another girl tells them. "He's probably just as good in bed," swooning in her seat.
Having the Bishop stand placing his arms around me, said, "Girls control yourselves. We're in church now. If you want to speak with him and not rape the poor boy, you can see him all at the Rothwells' barbecue. He's going to be with us for a little longer because the roads are closed because of the storm, and they had a mudslide further toward the canyon." I swallowed hard, knowing I would never last the week. I'd be lucky to last the day. I quickly took my seat, hoping to take the attention off me wishing for my towel back.
I was cringing as I watched each girl look at me, knowing if I was a sheep they'd eat me alive. Man, I wish there was a back door. Mom gave me the sign to smile. I tried to, but how does she think I can do when all they want to do is have their way with me? I did my best to stay focused even though I didn't have my notebook, realizing it was down there on Mom's lap.
I glanced at my watch, hoping the time would go faster, repeating in my mind it was only an hour, the longest hour of my life. I did my part and sat there like a prized turkey. Placing my arousal in between my legs hoping to hide it, well, that only worked until the closing prayer as I stood up, feeling it spring to attention. I could have hung clothes on it being so hard. I nearly ran down the aisle back to Mom and would have if I didn't have so many hands to shake and girls groping at me and kissing me. I had a dream once where I showed up at school naked. Everyone looked at me, pointing fingers and laughing, disgusted by my arousal.
I was horrified to see my worst nightmare come true - standing naked while girls pointed and rushed towards me. I stumbled and fell to the ground, with five girls dogpiling on top of me. Groping me trying to have their way with me right here. It took the Bishop and Mr. Rock-water to free me. Dad quickly rushed to the other side as they put me behind them like I was the president. Dad quickly hoisted me over his shoulder and carried me while Mom and Mrs. and Mr. Rock-water and the Bishop held back the crowd. I looked back as a long trail of girls escaped, following me and Dad. I told Dad he better not let me out of the house, or they would eat me alive. Dad made the mistake of turning around and nearly tripped and dropped me.
Dad wasted no time in opening the door and set me down and told me to run to my room, while he closed the door behind him. I heard Dad yell "Girls, settle down. He'll see you at the barbecue, I promise."
It was nearly an hour before Mom came up to my room panting, telling me. "Son, you got some long days ahead of you," Dumping a basket full of letters onto the bed beside me. I scooted my legs closer to my chest and groaned loudly. I asked if Dad and Shane ever had this problem. Mom leaned down, moving the letters onto the floor said. "Dad had his fair share of admirers, but you, my dear little man, have every girl in town waiting in line for you on the beach, taking a number." Not even Shane had that many."
I said, Mom. "I hate being the hero, but I just can't sit by and not help people that I know I can help." Mom kissed me on the head and told me she wouldn't have it any other way.