Chapter 19-1
Sex & Hard work
Part 2
Stringham was waiting for us as Landon opened the door and we each took a seat on the couch as Dave handed us a quick questionnaire and simple ordinary paperwork. Unlike us, they were still dressed in their elegant robes, and barefoot. We filled out forms like W2 forms and social security numbers and the basic work forms. It was the questions that floored us. Like have you ever had gay sex with someone, if so, whom? And what you did in detail. How many women have you been with underline the word sex? With a place to check mark if they were your mother, sister, or brother, or other girls and women.
I was not sure how to answer that, so I asked. Feeling stupid, but Greg and my friends were looking at me how to answer that. I asked. "Are you asking us if we had sexual intercourse with our mothers and sisters or just our brothers or other women and girls? Or just stimulation or masturbating them and us?"
I never told a lie to Mr. Stringham or Dave, and I had an open relationship with both of them. No secrets even though I never had signed a contract. I was always honest with them in everything and in return, they had been honest with me, so I expected an honest answer from them.
Mr. Stringham said. "All thee above. Yes, I had sex with my mother, or yes, I had sex with your adoptive Mom, or both. Yes, I had sex with both my adoptive sisters. Yes, I had sex with other mothers. Yes, I have had sex with Greg, Dillon, Shawn, Arthur, your brothers, your Dad, not your father. We both know that would never happen even though it would be an eye-opener for both me and you and your mother if you had. Which I would love to hear how that happened and when. Considering he rather kill you than pleasure you, or kiss you because he loves you.
"I am asking about sticking your penis inside boys' and men's butts and have they done the same to you? Not oral stimulation, or masturbation, because that I already know. And if you say no on that question. I will paddle your so cute tan butt. When I know damn well you have … not over twenty minutes ago."
As I filled out the questionnaire, the pen scratched across the paper, leaving a trail of ink. The room was filled with a mix of anticipation and discomfort, as we all hesitantly answered the personal and explicit questions. The sound of pens tapping against the table echoed in the silence. I could feel the weight of the room, heavy with the unspoken thoughts and secrets that hung in the air.
My eyes scanned the questionnaire, taking in the bold questions about sexual experiences. The words danced before me, causing a mix of unease and curiosity. I glanced at Greg's sheet, noticing that his answers mirrored mine, except for the one about his mother. A sense of relief washed over me, knowing that my three closest friends had also answered 'no' to those intimate questions.
I couldn't help but cringe as I imagined the future, knowing deep down that it was inevitable. A question mark lingered in my mind, silently questioning the uncharted territory that awaited me. I wrote down the numerical value as forty-five, a tally of the encounters I had experienced. Memories of engaging with seven to ten nudist girls flickered in my mind, each encounter leaving an unforgettable impression. And just last night, the passionate encounter with Cindy left me astounded that my stamina hadn't wavered, despite my busy schedule.
As I finished filling out the questionnaire, I sighed with relief. It was a minor victory to know that none of us had engaged in sexual intercourse with boys, men, our friends, brothers, or even our own fathers. The weight on my shoulders lifted slightly, knowing that my three best friends shared the same clean slate. Dave picked up the paperwork as they both skimmed our answers. I heard a sigh of relief knowing we hadn't had gay sex with anyone. Stringham asked why I hadn't had sex with my mother when I had had sex with my adoptive Mom and my two sisters. I looked him in them in the eye and said: "I having trouble wondering if it's, ok?"
Stringham looked at me as if I had grown horns. "Let me see. You are now worried if you did after you have done it to everyone else multiple times, and now you are worried that it might be wrong?"
I nodded he said. "It's a little late to be asking that question don't you think, son? Do you think she has earned a little sex, from her now her favorite son like your adoptive Mom? Or are you just trying to hurt her more by not doing it because of what she has done to you and your brother over the years?
"Ask yourself; ask your friends if they feel bad or wrong about doing it. Because I know for a fact that you love her, so when she arrives, the first thing I want you to do is take her up to your room and close the door. Do it so good that she screams from the rafters your name.
"I am talking about a marathon of sex, son. She has earned it. Every time your father beats her. I want her to remember it. That you love her every time she thinks of you. She'll remember you loving her when the world is crashing down on her. Do I make myself clear? The world outside those walls doesn't exist.
"They can scream all they want how wrong it is, and as far as the LDS church goes, they can go straight to hell. One of the reasons David and I are not members, is because of how they judge other people. It's not the doctrine that we do not believe in. Except the part about families living together forever crap. That part like you is just messed up when wife beaters and children are being abused by their parents sexually and physically, even murdering them.
"The fact they believe that we should want to live forever with them because of that they need their head examined. The only person I trust in that church is Bishop Earl. Everyone else that judges us as well as the people who are left behind because of their bigotry, their self-loathing their prejudgment.
"The second you walk in that door they are accusing you because they can't have what we have. An open relationship with our families and friends, trust, love, and affection for everyone. No age limit, no deformity that makes them so ugly to the world, and that so-called damn church hate we take them in. We give them love and acceptance not push them out and shun them. They do not want pity, they want to be loved and heard.
"We do not care what color of skin, or where they're from or, they are not supermodels. I had the best sex a month ago with a Japanese woman that lasted seven hours and it nearly killed me. It was so good. David and I were with two black women a week ago; I tell you it was mind-blowing.
"We even had their husbands orally, and it was the best nectar we had ever tasted. Well, the second best was when you and Dave did it with your sister Jody in our office. I can't wait to try you again, considering I had Greg's yesterday before you all left. Thanks for that, by the way. I wanted to try that for a very long time. It was top-grade. We can't wait to try you and Greg together.
"I apologize for kidnapping you and Greg. I know you had plans to be home with your mother tonight and tomorrow. I'll let Susan and Becky to spend the weekend with their friends if they have any, watch of course to make sure their father can't do anything stupid. And Aaron can stay with the Bishop's Family or Officer Kenly's. He's too young to see you have mind-blowing sex with every woman, or girl of your choice over the next three days. Unless you are declining your membership and want to wait until you are seventeen. I'll bring the car around and have my driver take you home."
I said. "Are you freaking kidding? Hell no, I want to stay here and have mind-blowing sex here in paradise. In spite if I need to have sex with my mother that makes her scream my name forever. I was going to do it, anyway. I was just questioning if it was a bad decision.
"Like you said I love her very much… now, I love my adoptive family every single one except for Shawn and Arthur. But I really, really need to call my Grandmother. Do you know how she gets it? And she'll be madder than a wet hen because I forgot to call her last night when I promised her. I would call every night, as I was a little preoccupied last night."
I cringed, knowing how she was going to rip me a new one. Even more so when I broke the news that I had been having sex, had been with lots of girls worse when I told her about me being bisexual and my nudist boyfriend Dillon. She's going to rip the phone off the wall and throw it at my picture on the wall. She might even come down and hang me upside down by my toenails and beat me like a rug.
I never lied to her, and I was not about to start now. Mr. Stringham handed me the phone and dialed the number. Dave took my friends to go see the doctor. She picked up on the first ring and said. "This better be Eric or I am coming to kill you! Linda! I have been up all night pacing the house waiting by the phone calling the hospitals! Calling the morgues!"
I said. "It's me, Grandma."
She took an enormous sigh of relief. Then laid into me. I took every ounce of her frustration and anger, letting her get it all out of her system until she asked. "So, why didn't you call me? And I want the truth, young man, or I'll blister that cute little bottom so red it will look like a tomato. You are never too old to be spanked, and you know I can do it."
I took a seat watching Mr. Stringham pretend he was doing paperwork; I said. "Promise me you won't get mad."
She was silent for a long time, then said. "Within reason, but I make no promises."
I was silent when asked. "You know that I had been to a nudist colony?"
I heard her sit down, moving the phone to a comfortable position, and said. "I have a bone to pick with your newly adoptive parents about that one. I have the mind to paddle your Dad's bottom and your Moms as well for letting you go there and run naked with the lot of them. Skinny dipping is one thing, but that young man is something far worse." I was silent for too long when she asked. "Please tell me you did not have sex with all those naked girls?"
I cringed and asked. "By sex? What do you mean?"
She said in a raised voice. "Oh, lord no you did not. I am going to rip your adoptive parents a new one, so big Santa Claus will think it's a new country."
I again I was silent Mr. Stringham took the phone away and said "Doris, Dave Stringham here. Your grandson is with me at my summer home. You know the big place, that's right. He's working off a large purchase of a new king-size bed for his room at his mother's place. So, I will be brief because he has a long day and a full weekend to work it off.
"He's been engaged in sexual stimulation. You know masturbating. Yes, I know not a big deal. He wasn't alone in this act. Yes, that's correct … there were numerous girls and a few boys involved. He indulged in consensual sexual encounters with those girls at the nudist colony, always practicing safe sex with a condom. No boys were involved, just girls. There was a lot of intimate kissing, spending time together in bathtubs, and embracing their nudity. He identifies as bisexual."
My Grandma's reaction was explosive. Having him to remove the phone from his ear and had to put her on speakerphone at low volume. I was relieved not to be home, as she would have sought Don or anyone available to drive her down and potentially harm me with her own hands. If she could have reached me through the phone, she would have most likely strangled me.
She yelled. "What you mean he's been with more than one girl? I'll kill him! I swear I'll cut it off and burn it over a fire like a hot dog when I get my hands on him! Please, lords! Tell me he did not get any of those girls pregnant. Oh God, please, not that? And Boys? God in heaven you are telling me he is Bisexual?"
He said. "No, he was a good boy and used a condom, and yes, he is definitely bisexual and has a nudist boyfriend. Yes, I realize he's not going on an LDS Mission because of that, but Doris dear, he couldn't go anyway, and you know it. His parents had seen to that. So, let the boy sew some oats. Let him have lots of mind-blowing sex and I mean safe, controlled sex. I know you do not like it, but he's already been doing it for the past month with more girls and boys lining up to take a number."
Mr. Stringham hands me the phone, taking her off speakerphone, now that she has calmed down some and twirls his thumbs and opens his robe. Then gives me a silly grin as I say. "a Ha, a-Ha, yes, that's right lots of sex with lots of girls, well mostly four girls and a few boys and my boyfriend Dillon. All the others just kissing, bathing, and stimulating their sweet spot, you know … inside plumbing? Yes, Bishop Earl knows, and my caseworker and my mother know. In fact, Grandma was there watching me do it, making sure I was using a condom last night."
I moved the phone away from my ear as she screamed at me. Mr. Stringham came around to the other side of me and opened my robe. He looked at me and smiled and then stroked me to a very hard state, letting his robe fall off him. Even though I hadn't given him permission to do so vocally. I had signed Dad's contract, and now I was signing up to be a member of the Garden Club.
Besides, I really like oral stimulation and masturbating as well as having mind-blowing sex with as many girls as possible. So, there was no way I was going to say no. Instead, I let him untie my robe so he could have all of me. He lifted me off the chair, leaving my waist robe to slide onto the floor, and cleared an open space on his desk for me, laying me down. Letting my legs and feet dangle over the sides.
I said to my grandmother as he was making love to me. "Yes, I know it's against the LDS church to have sex before marriage, but Grand … ma," I moaned as Stringham took my right nipple and bit softly and did the same to the other. "But grandma listen, I do not care about what the LDS church thinks.
"Why should I, after the way they have treated me over the years? I like having sex and I like stimulating girls and boys, and I like breasts a lot and lots of penis. More than some religions state, I can't have them until I am married. When girls and boys come to me and rip my clothes off." I moan even more, as Mr. Stringham trails, his tongue up and down my chest and inserts my penis inside his mouth, taking it all to the hilt.
I moan again. "Oh, please, for the love of God don't stop, as I spread my legs wider. "Grandma, maybe you do not like it, but I am sorry I won't." Oh God yes, I moan. "I won't stop having sex. Spank me if you like, but I am not promising … Any … thing" Oh, God, please do not stop as I wrap my legs and feet around Mr. Stringham. "Grandma, I need to go my breaks over and just wanted." Ooooh Yes, harder to take it all. "You too know I was alright and I loooove you."
Stringham takes the phone out of my hands and says. "He'll call you tonight … maybe." Click, letting the phone fall on the floor. He picks me up with my legs wrapped around him as I throw my arms around his neck as he kisses me and brings me to the couch that has no sides. And make love to me like no one ever did before.
By the time Dave came in, I was about to fully climax. David came in to tell me the doctor was ready for me. Dave smiled at me, then opened and dropped his robe as Mr. Stringham had him take the other side of me. Feeling me on the verge of full climax. Mr. Stringham held up a one finger then I released it, and it was one of my biggest doing it orally. There was plenty to share with Dave as they made a meal out of me. Telling Dave not to take it all until they had a sample for the doctor. Pulling a small glass jar out of the desk and stroked the rest that was just inside my shaft, then told him it was all his as it dripped down between my legs.
When Landon entered the office, he was wearing a waist robe and had a towel draped over his muscular, bare shoulders. His impressive physique, highlighted by his well-defined six-pack of abbs, muscular toned arms, and sculpted legs, unmistakably reveals the dedication and hard work he puts into his fitness regimen. Landon said that he was just finishing up with David while Mr. Stringham was back at his desk, still in a state of undress. "The Doctor is patiently waiting for Eric to arrive so that he can proceed with conducting all the necessary tests and examinations. This will enable him to complete Eric's report before the designated lunchtime."
David asked me if it was alright if he went to retrieve my mother. I smiled up at him, pulling his penis out of my mouth, and said. "Be my guest. It's not like I haven't seen you have sex with her. Just save some for me. So, I can give her the best sex she has ever had, like Mr. Stringham said I should."
David said. "Give us a few minutes and have the car waiting out front." Landon grabbed the glass jar with my nectar in it and my waist robe off the floor and closed the door. It was not long after that I had my little snack of Dave and Mr. Stringham, watching Dave put on his robe as Landon was waiting for me outside the office with my waist robe and helped me put it on.
I was catching on quickly that the house rules were for us either to wear a waist robe or full robe and nothing else. I was about to ask why Landon was wearing one instead of his suit when he leaned in to tie the surrounding robe. He smelled of peaches and cream. He whispered in my ear; they were saving me for last, knowing how I felt about needles and did not want to embarrass me in front of my friends. He told me; he knew the best way for me to get over my fear of needles, giving me a silly grin.
I followed him down the hall to where a private Doctor's office was set up, including a full nursing staff and a huge lab like in TV crime lab with all the fancy toys. He opened the door and took a seat, helping me remove my waist robe and folded it, sitting it on his lap. The Doctor came in. I do not remember his name so I will call him Doctor. All I know is he works conclusively for Mr. Stringham and no one else. He smiled at me reading my chart, or should I say a thick folder.
I should have known that like Mr. Stringham he knew everything about me. Every scratch, every broken bone, every scar from top to bottom. He did a full examination including weight, height, lungs, and heart, and had me pee in a cup right in front of him and Landon in the toilet. He went as far as x-raying me leaving no stone untouched.
He stroked me so he could get my penis measurement and had Landon write it down for the condoms and my clothes that I would need. Like Doctor Gill, he made me bend over for a cavity search and went as far as to check my nerves and how sensitive they are on my entire body, including fingers and toes and between them.
Stating that some of them were not working. I wanted to take a pin or a paperclip and give him a demonstration of how numb I was in some spots on my arms, and legs, and a few spots on my chest. All from the physical abuse from my parents, he also noted according to the X-rays. That I will have severe arthritis in my bones. That it will require a large dose of pain meds as I get older. When my joints failed completely, and most of them like my knees would go before, I was twenty-five.