Tel Pere, Tel Fils, Chapter 7
As fall came into full swing, the deciduous trees turned the landscape into a blaze of reds, oranges, and yellows. One October morning, Peter noticed that the birch tree in the middle of the backyard was a brilliant hue of gold against the azure sky. He asked his dad if there was a significance in having that type of tree so prominently placed there.
"It started as a kind of joke about my surname," Kevin answered. "Glenn planted it on my birthday the first year we lived here. He said that it represented his love for all things birch.' He made quite a few puns, like when I spoke loudly, it was a birch bark.' It's a clump birch, so you can imagine how he made an inuendo about that."
"I'll bet he loves to clump with you," Peter grinned.
"We do love clumping; and you're a naughty boy for mentioning it."
"I'm not the naughty one, you are! Besides, I'm technically an adult, even if I don't act like one."
"We are too much alike!" Kevin laughed.
"Does that make me a son-of-a birch?"
"Indeed, it does, and you've proven yourself worthy of the title."
Kevin received news in October which would likely guarantee the outcome of his petition to keep his younger son. A woman who had recently joined Ancestry showed up as a positive match with Paul. When Kevin contacted her, she mentioned being an egg donor for male couples who wanted children and for women who had reproductive problems. Although the records were private, the DNA evidence was not. It proved that neither Thelma nor Richard was Paul's biological parent. Paul was elated. This, along with their mistreatment of the teen, could nullify any "parental" rights they might have claimed. His birth certificate could be amended to include the names of his biological parents and Kevin would have no difficulty in being allowed to raise him. When contacted, Paul's biological mother said she would enjoy meeting him sometime but had no desire to take on the role of rearing a teenager. It was all working out. However, Kevin didn't realize some of the pitfalls which came along with being the father of a young male teen in the midst of puberty.
Paul was beginning to have horny feelings for his therapist, and it didn't seem to be one-sided. It started during his third session with her. She found him to be tense and told him that he needed to relax more. She could prescribe a mild medication, but she thought a massage could produce the same results. She told him that if he was interested, he should strip to his underwear and lie face-down on the massage table, covering his butt with the towel she provided. While he did this, she would wait outside the room. Imagining how great her touch would feel on his bare skin, he quickly embraced the idea.
When she tapped on the door a few minutes later, he told her he was ready.
Before she started, Ms. Wallace stressed that she wouldn't touch any part of his body that was covered by his undergarment. Since he'd worn boxers, she would be very careful not to let her hands stray beyond those boundaries. Paul began to think about wearing his skimpiest bikini next time – maybe his Speedo.
Although April wasn't doing anything improper, Paul's body responded to her touch in several ways. As she worked on his back, it felt calming. There were a couple of muscles which had felt like knots but were now relaxed. This was really working!
After massaging both arms, she moved to his legs. That's when a different muscle began to respond. As she neared the hem of his underwear, Paul's young dick swelled to the point that it was about ready to drill a hole in the table. The pressure of lying on it was becoming uncomfortable.
April sensed his problem and took measures to relieve it. She stood at the side of the massage table, leaned over his body, and grasped both ends of the towel. Then she asked him to turn over on his back while the towel blocked her view of his crotch area. When he got into position, she draped the cloth back to preserve his modesty. The towel, however, didn't completely disguise the bulge he was creating. She couldn't miss his state of arousal.
She didn't miss a beat as she massaged his face, arms, and chest. Finally, she moved back to his feet and legs. As her movements reached slightly beyond the hems of his boxers, the towel rose in response. While she couldn't see the wet spot forming in his skivvies, she could tell she'd raised his interest!
After Paul dressed, in private, again, his unruly cock hadn't gone completely soft. April was certainly aware of it when she hugged him close to her.
She gave him a couple of gumdrops which she advised him to eat just before his next session, but she asked him to keep quiet about them. It was a controversial treatment, and she didn't want to get in trouble. He agreed not to mention them to anyone.
Paul left the therapy room with his windbreaker draped over his left arm in an effort to cover his crotch and hide his excitement.
"How was your session today?" Kevin asked on the way home.
"It was good. I feel a lot more relaxed."
"Do you think you've recovered from your trauma completely?"
"Um, no, I think I should continue, for a while at least."
"Whatever you want is fine with me. You're my son, and I'll see that you get the best."
Before Paul tackled his homework, he texted Jamie to compare notes. Jamie congratulated him on how quickly things were moving. Ms. Wallace had asked him at the end of his last session if he'd like to try massage therapy, so he hadn't had the experience yet. Paul advised him to wear the skimpiest briefs he had.
The usual fall activities continued at City High – men's golf, football, and girls' swimming among them. The boys in the house attended some of those events. All four of the boys went stag to the homecoming dance. The older teens weren't interested in hooking up with girls, and the freshmen hadn't yet met anyone special that they'd want to date.
They all had fun. Although they weren't seriously looking for beards, the seniors knew it wouldn't hurt to be seen dancing with the opposite sex. While they might not stay in the closet to the end of the year, they didn't feel any pressure about coming out. However, they were considering joining the Gay/Straight Alliance. That might be a good way to test the waters and come out slowly to their peers.
"Peter, could you order me something online since you have a credit card, and I don't? Paul asked. "I'll give you the money right away."
They were sitting on the edge of Peter and Nate's bed and Paul had his laptop.
"Sure, Bro, but if you asked Dad or Glenn, they'd probably just buy it for you, and it wouldn't cost you anything. You know how generous they are."
"Um, well, it's kind of personal. I found it on a site called International Jock,"
"Oh-oh. Is it something sexy?"
"Um, yeah, it's a thong. Jamie would like one too."
"Are you two going to play in them? Oops, I guess that's none of my business."
"Yeah, you're a fine one to talk about boys playing around.
"Anyway, they have some G-strings on that site too, but that might be too much all at once."
"Okay, I'll tell you what. Pull up the website and we'll look. If they're not too expensive, you might want one of each. I think Nate would be interested too."
"What would I be interested in?" Nate inquired as he came into their bedroom.
"Paul wants some sexy underwear and I thought we could get some too. Look at this stuff! If we order enough to reach $50, there's free shipping, so that would be an incentive. I know that Dad or Glenn won't question what I might be buying if they get the mail before one of us does. This should work out for all of us."
Paul was excited when the package from International Jock came a few days before his next counseling appointment. His only big decision was whether to wear the thong or the G-string. Would April take the hint and massage his buns, or would she be offended? Somehow, he didn't think she'd be upset, given how closely she'd hugged him at the last session. She had to have felt the log in his pants when she did.
In the end, he decided to go for broke. It wasn't a gym day, so he didn't need to worry that the guys in the locker room might tease him if they saw what he was wearing under his jeans. However, the knowledge that he was going nearly commando kept him in a state of partial erection all day.
This time, he asked for a massage the minute the door to the therapy room was closed. April was pleased to see how eager he was. Messing around with a young teen while his father was in the waiting room only a few yards away would make this even hotter.
Reentering the room, after knowing he was ready, she went to the counter to turn on some equipment, including the stereo system with soothing music which she thought would help disguise the sounds which Paul would probably be making later.
When she began massaging his back, he asked if she could start with his legs this time around. She quickly did as he requested. She began with his feet and ankles. Then, she worked on his calves but soon moved toward his midsection. As her hands reached the spot where his boxers would have ended, she felt nothing but hot, young flesh. Soon, those two meaty globes were being caressed in her soft hands.
At that point, Paul tugged the towel off exposing his bare butt. April wasted no time touching everything that was uncovered, teasing his perineum in the process. This time, he turned over without being prompted. His cock strained the small bit of cloth to the max. He boldly slipped it off, allowing his erection to point toward the ceiling, throbbing with each beat of his heart.
Without hesitation, April caressed his balls and bent down to lick the beads of precum which were forming on his cock. Paul soared into the stratosphere! When she encompassed the whole thing with her mouth and swirled her tongue around the shaft, only a couple of minutes passed before he gasped and spewed a healthy load.
She kissed the boy, allowing him to taste he own cum. It was a major turn-on when she initiated a slippery French kiss.
Since she'd started the massage early and he'd cum quickly, there was time for more playing. Paul lay there, sated and satisfied, ready for a nap, but April wanted to get off too. She removed her top and bra exposing her pert breasts. That got the boy's attention. Thrusting the left one in his face, she prompted him to suck on it like an infant. While he did that, she fingered herself until she achieved an awesome orgasm. The music muffled her moans too.
After coming down from their orgasmic high, they went into the adjoining bathroom where April made sure they were both cleaned up and properly dressed. Then she hugged him closely and told him he was the sexiest kid on earth.
He felt like a stud!
Kevin noticed that Paul was very laid back and kind of silly as they drove home. If he didn't know better, he'd assume the lad had been using pot. However, he didn't smell any smoke on him, and he knew from his high school days the characteristic scent. He wondered how he could find out for sure without making Paul feel like he was being a helicopter parent. He would have to ask Glenn's opinion later. Maybe Paul's euphoric state had to do with Ms. Wallace's treatments. Perhaps he was simply exhibiting total stress-relief.
Paul was about to text Jamie when he got a phone call from his buddy.
"Well, how was it? Did you get to third base?" Jamie asked.
"Yup! She sucked me off and I got to suck her nipples! The way she kissed me, I'll bet I score a homerun next time. I'm gonna put a condom in my pocket just in case."
"Wow! So, how do you feel now? I assume I don't really need to ask."
"Awesome. I'll probably dream about it all night. I wish I could tell the world!"
"We'd better keep quiet, or she'll get fired and we won't have another chance.
"So, did you wear the thong?"
"Nope. I wore that tiny bit of nothing since I didn't have gym today."
"Oh, man, I'll have gym on the day I go next week," Jamie lamented. "What am I gonna do?"
"Keep the G-string in your jacket pocket and go into a bathroom stall to slip into it just before you go for your appointment. You can put on your boxers over it and take them off with your jeans."
"That makes sense. Thanks! I want all the details when I sleep over this weekend."
The following week, Jamie's experience was almost a carbon copy of Paul's, only this time April bared her breasts earlier in the session and Jamie went for them like a starving infant. Since she knew the boys were friends, she suspected that they had discussed Paul's experience. Knowing Jamie probably wouldn't last long enough to copulate, she pulled down her panties and inserted her favorite vibrating toy to pleasure herself while she was playing with him. It resulted in their orgasms happening almost simultaneously. Like Paul, Jamie got a taste of his own ejaculate when they kissed.
On the legal front, things were moving more quickly than Kevin had anticipated. It looked like both of his sons would share his surname by Christmas. Since Peter was now of age, there was nothing holding his request back. With Paul, it might take longer. However, since the kidnapping debacle perpetrated by the people whom he'd thought were his parents, and the proof that neither of them was related to him, it looked like a done deal. Still, Kevin would sleep better when it was finalized.
Paul was really antsy the day of his next therapy session. He'd showered thoroughly and walked through a mist of Axe Blue Lavendar which he hoped would make him desirable without being overwhelming. He'd seen an older boy do that in the locker room. In fact, several guys had walked through the same cloud and had come out with the scent on them. That had continued several days before the Phys. Ed. teacher had put a stop to the practice because of his allergic reaction to the stuff. Remembering that, Paul immediately turned on the exhaust fan to keep the aroma from permeating the whole house.
When Kevin picked him up for his appointment, he noticed that Paul smelled particularly nice. The kid must have a crush on his therapist. Oh well, there were worse things than that in a teenager's life.
At the appointed time, Paul smiled when the receptionist called his name. This was it! He was going to get laid!!!
That smile turned into a perplexed expression when he entered the therapy room.
"Hi, I'm Doctor James Jerkins, but you're welcome to call me Jack. I'm taking over for Ms. Wallace while she's on leave. I hope I'll be able to help you continue your journey to better emotional health."
"Um, what happened to April?"
"She's on administrative leave pending an investigation into complaints that have arisen over her experimental treatments. I'm fully licensed to fill in for her. I graduated with my degree last spring and have been working part-time in a clinic, so I have experience as well as certification.
"I've reviewed your case and the progress you've made. Is there anything troubling you at present that we need to address?"
Paul could think of several answers to that question, like – who is investigating, what practices were they talking about, who made the complaint, and how was he going to get laid? What he came up with didn't fit into any of those categories.
"When is she going to return?"
"That's something beyond the scope of my knowledge. I see that Ms. Wallace noted that her treatments have helped. Is there something special she did that you'd like to continue?"
"I'm not sure what to say. What do you recommend?"
"I would prescribe a mild relaxant that you could take before bedtime to help you sleep, if you're still having problems with restlessness. We could also talk about any subject you like while you're here."
"I'll discuss it with my dad. I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm cured now."
The new counselor spent the rest of the time trying to see if there were any remaining areas where Paul needed help. Finding that the boy seemed completely normal, he decided that he would likely discharge this patient before the next session.
The headlines in the local newspaper on Friday morning read: "High School Counselor Arrested on Suspicion of Sexually Abusing Teens." The accompanying article said that the names of the victims wouldn't be released because they were minors.
Word spread through City High like wildfire.
"So, what you suspected is for real," Jamie said to Paul at lunch.
They were sitting by themselves at a corner table instead of the one where they usually ate, hoping to keep their conversation private.
"I guess. Wow! This is awful. I wonder who turned her in, and what kind of penalty she'll get if they find her guilty. I don't understand how they can charge her. Isn't the age of consent 14 in this state?" Paul reasoned.
"Not when the adult is someone who has authority over the `victims' if that's what we are. I would think that Kevin must have explained it to you when he quizzed you about your involvement."
"Believe it or not, Dad hasn't asked me if we did anything sexual. I'm not sure why."
"Could be he believes in the `don't ask, don't tell' approch. Maybe he's afraid to ask because he suspects what the answer would be."
"Do you think it could mess up my chances of continuing to live with him? Is some crazy person like Thelma gonna find out and have him declared unfit as a parent. She'd do that just to mess him and me up! It wouldn't have anything to do with morality. It would be like revenge."
"I hope that won't happen. I don't want you to be taken away. You're my closest bud in the world. I'm not going to say anything about what April did with us, and I don't think you should either.
"Did you flush the gummies?"
"Yup. I'm so stupid that I didn't even know what they were. I really thought they were relaxation meds. Did I act really goofy when I ate them?"
"No more so than usual," Jamie teased. "Let's forget about all this and hope we never have to testify. If we do, we should agree on what we would say. I don't want to cause her any trouble."
"I think she's already in trouble, but I agree that we shouldn't mention that she got us off. As far as I'm concerned, she didn't do anything to us that we didn't want.
"Hey, I just had an inspiration. Back in my old church, they taught us that masturbation was self-abuse. Do you see anything about jacking off that feels like abuse?"
"No, it's fun!"
"So, continuing that logic, if someone else makes you cum, like we did that time, and you loved it, how is that abusing you? If we're asked about being abused, we can truthfully say that we weren't."
"Ooh! That's devious, Paul. I like the way you think!"
Kevin did have a short talk with Paul and Jamie when they were together on Saturday morning. Ella had asked him to do it because she knew Jamison would be embarrassed if she broached the subject.
She made their breakfast and then left the room, saying she needed to change the beds which she'd not gotten to on Friday. Kevin, Glenn, Peter, and Nate ate with them, but Kevin took the lead in their discussion.
"All the parents and guardians of Ms. Wallace's counselees have been asked to talk to their boys about what she did with them," Kevin began. "If either of you were victims, the authorities would like to hear from you."
"We weren't abused," Paul stated.
"Is your answer the same, Jamie?"
"Yes. Do you know who said she was abusive?" Jamie asked.
"I haven't been told any names. As I understand it, one senior's mother found intimate photos on her son's phone. Even as a gay man, I've noticed she has an impressive bustline, and I'm guessing that he got nude pictures of that."
"The rumor at school was that it was Drake," Peter spoke up. "I think he bragged in the locker room, but no one believed him until he showed them on his phone."
"Did she email those to you guys?" Glenn asked.
"No, but I'd love it if she had!" Jamie exclaimed.
"I understand that there are also some videos she took of performing oral sex on a boy, but his face isn't shown, so they can't identify who it was.
"Well, if you two don't feel you were victimized, I'll let them know that we aren't interested in pressing charges. I'm glad you've both come out of this unscathed.
"Do you want to continue to see Doctor Jerkins?"
"Nope, I think I'm good now," Paul insisted.
"I might like to continue seeing the new guy," Jamie said. "I still have some issues about my father.
"Well, I guess that ends the drama as far as this family is concerned.
"Have a good day at the store boys."
Author's notes:
Thanks to Ott H, Jim W, Paul R, Rod R, Tim T, Mendy D, Neal H, John McA, Frank K, Gordon, Tony C, Paul F, Tony, John L, and James M who emailed about the last chapter. Several of you noticed the type about skinny jeans. Thanks, I've fixed it in the master copy.
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