Date: Tue, 29 Mar 2022 04:04:24 +0200 (CEST) From: bigbryanbrown@tutanota.com Subject: Greg Jr. 3 Hey be sure to support the site. I cost a good amount of griddles to keep the site going, so support the site, Thanks. https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Ok, How it goo. O' Yea, let just jump right back into the story. Greg Jr. 3 I woke up with a start. it was the next day as I woke up I noticed I had to to pee. I heard the tv on down stairs. I think Steven was watching TV. I got dressed and brewed a pot of coffee; after the peeing. I got myself a cup of coffee. I need to lose a few pounds so I used some stevia in my coffee with a bit of cream. As I went to see what was playing on the TV I noticed quite a site. Steven sitting watching TV Naked. I tried to not notice it. His meat was harder than Chinese algebra. It twitch with his heart beat. But I tired not to not notice his 7 inches I estimated. I chuckled to myself. He would stroke it every once in a while. Like I said; I wasn't trying to notice. I felt my own penis chub a bit. I shrugged it off. I wanted to see Greg Jr. It was about to 7 am. But I went to my new den first and looked up some new laws in the state. They were constantly changing. Then I decided to head to the hospital. It was now 7:20 am. "Steven I going to see my son, lock up. There a key on the hook near the front door for you. It's your copy." "Thanks Doc," he yelled at me as I walked out. I called Sandy at about 9 am at work and found out I had a noon appointment. I was holding my son's hand as I spoke to her. Suddenly as I looked a Greg Jr. He eyes opened and he was trying to talk. I called for the nurse who had a doctor come take the tube from down his throat. The nurse gave him water. He looked at me and spoke incoherently. I had yelled he's awake and Sandy sounded happy for me as I hung up the phone. I got him another glass of water. His first words to me were.... "Who are you?" He reached for me to take my hand. "Are you some priest or pastor of some stinking church. Where's my mom and grandparents. Where am I?" "I'm your dad," I said. He got a look on his face of panic. "You can't be. My dad is 56 years old," he said. "That's what my mom told me. You're not even 40 or what?" "I am indeed your father. I'm 28 years old," "No way. that means you and my mom were...." "You're 14. Your old enough to know how sex works. Yeah your mom and I were having sex at your age. I was quite the stud; even at 14." The nurse came back into the room. "Nurse this guy says he my dad. He can't be. My dad died in some war, was a lot older when he died. That's what I was told." She look at Greg. She called the doctor. The doctor came in. She told the doctor what my boy had said. "Son, we ran the test 3 times. He's your dad despite what you were told or think." I looked at the doctor. Dr. Smudley. I didn't know they had run the test 3 times. "Well who was holding my hand for days,: he asked. Like now...." He stopped in mid sentence and pulled his had away. The nurse looked at him. It was Martha Wabash. "Your dad here was the only one to hold your hand more than a minute," said Martha. He looked at me and still wondering. "He's been here for days. Just taking breaks for his work or to go home to sleep. You've got one special dad. He even bought the house next to me so you'd have somewhere to live," said Dr. Smudley. Greg Jr. looked at me. He was stunned. He wasn't sure what to think. He put his hand out for me to take it. I wanted to cry. But I held it together. I took his hand. Then Greg asked the hard question. "Hey, also where my mom and grandparents," He asked The doctor spoke up and told Greg Jr. the sad new they were all dead. At 11:20 am I left. I got to my office. I had a noon patient coming. It was 11:50 am as I sat waiting in my office. Sandy buzzed me. "Your noon is here. OK send them in. I know it's not 12. But I want to get back to Greg my son." "Ok course Greg." The door opened and in walked a boy of 16 and 14. They both looked tired and red eyed. They had a seat. "Stan and Shane Bulger. Who wants to go first," I asked them? The older brother Stan started in. "OK we're only hear because of our Mom and grandma. We've been having sex with each other for 3 years now. We don't really have any friends. We miss are dad as he was shot 3 years ago. We started having sex to get some comfort from each other," said Stan. "Anything else, how about you Shane, did you want to share," I asked. "Hell No! We only here because our mom threat to send us to juvie if we didn't come, We talked about stopping have sex till Stan's 18. But we can't keep that promise. I love him so much," I sat and waited. I looked at them. They didn't seem to want to talk. I told them what a could tell them. "Ok, you both started having sex at first for comfort, now your both addicted to the sex and it gives you some comfort. But you really want is your dad back. You'd even be will to have another man fill that role. But for the last six months the sex helps you bury the pain," I said. "How do you know all that?" "Shane he's a head doctor. A dam good one," Said Stan. "So what can we do?" They both asked me. "Well are you asking me about the sex. I am also licensed sex therapist. I goanna go with the issue with you mother however." I looked at them both. "Ok, Text you mom Stan. Tell her I want to talk to her. Maybe she'll put up with it if She understand," I told them. They both smiled at me. "Sandy send Mrs. Bulger when she gets her," I told Sandy. She said sure. It took about 10 minutes and the boys sat quiet. They had a look on their faces of worry. Mrs. Bulger walked in and the boys both left to sit in the outer area. "Did, the boys tell you I caught them having sex with each other," She asked right off? I just smiled. I gestured for her to be seated. She sat with a discussed look on her face. "Look Mrs. Bulger. You sons are not having sex to be mean to you, It purely sexual and it brings them both comfort," I said. "What, how can, OK I see where you're going," she said. "I'm not saying it right or wrong, that's not my place. I could put you boys on drugs as I am a psychiatrist. However that could lead to health issueas, maybe even reproduction's issues. But this is all about comfort. Its how they are dealing. Are they ok in school how do they treat you and your mom? Are they bullies at school. Do they do what you want around the house?" "None of that. They top students in school; well behaved at home. So what do we do?" "That's up to you. How do you want to proceed Mrs. Bulger?" "Sending them to Juvie would be very wrong. Do you want my advice as a doctor?" "Yes, Please," She asked. "Ok, here's what I would do if I had two sons having sex and all other area of their life is fine. I'd ignore it. It may or not stop. But unless they get into a life of crime or hurt some, like say lass out in ager. I'd pretend I don't hear it or know about it. Tell you mother the same thing. Go on and live your life. You've got good sons. They are trying to deal with it as best as they can. I suspect is about comfort and the sex. Love you sons and let them know that," I said. "I don't like you answer, but you're right. They are good boys," She opened the door. "Boy come in." I now had a room of 3 sitting on my couches. "Ok this is the last time I will address this sons," She said. "I love you so much. I miss your dad t0oo. If this sex stuff is one way to deal with him dying. Fine, we won't talk about it. I also don't want to know about it. Dr. Cramer's suggestion is to pretend I don't hear anything. As long as the rest of your lives stay in order like it is. I still want you to have weekly visit. But I won't say anything about anything. Same for Grandma." They were both happy and got up to hug their mom Sharing how they loved her. I had them all take a card with my contact info on it. I told them to have Sandy set up the weekly appointments. They all walked out must happier. Sometimes I just shed light on peoples lives. This was one of those times. As far as my own son, He went the same way. He got use to the Idea I was his dad. He was still in the hospital for about 4 months. Then he was well enough to go home to his new house. I was soon had a new love with my new found son. Not like sexual just bonded to him. I wanted to show him life and the world. Little didn't I know I'd end up showing him more. Finally it was the day of bringing Jr. home. He was now walking ok, still a bit shaky. I had hired a live in worker. They made sure he was watched at all times. Steven had moved out and now it was just Me and Jr. I hired a tutor. Plus I set up on line school for him. He showed real aptitude. He excelled past his grade level. Bobby my long time friend from years ago. He came over with his three kids. He was 5 years older than me. He had a 15 year old Girl Shanna. 14 year old Bobby Jr. and Berk who was 12. They all three looked like dad. Bobby moved in with his parents with the 3 kids; on account of his wife dying suddenly. She had dropped dead with perfect health. By this time, I had gotten rid of the tutor as he was doing well enough with on line learning. I also got rid of the nurse worker. He was more than better soon. Bobby He was renting a house and gave that up. He was a first rate doctor it turned out; like his dad. He moved his practice to my office as we had one extra open office. The two doctors came over to my house. They both talked to Greg Jr. Bobby was always checking Greg Jr. making sure he was ok, often. He was also always watching for signs of anything with his own 3 kids. They could relate to Greg Jr.'s loss. They had all been in the car when Bobby's wife, hence the kids mom was killed. There was no signs anything was wrong with her, she just seemed to keel over death one day. The car had veered into a tree. The three kids were in the back seat auguring at the time. A friend of their mom was in the front seat and was killed as well. Wow, so much changed in such a short time. Bobby was tense all the time. Once in a while when he was drunk just a bit he relaxed. "You're got to relax and not see you kids as dying or close to dying," I told him. "I know you're right. My dad and mom keep saying the same thing," said Bobby. We found the kids in various states of dress. What really bothered me was Greg Jr. and Shanna. I found Greg balls deep in Shanna. Bobby looked at me and just laughed. My son knew the truth of how I had gotten his mother pregnant at the same age. It wasn't uncommon to find the boys going at it. But this was new. Things were sure different now with Greg Jr. out of the hospital. He had inherited my libido it seemed. Bobby and I were at work. I had the office next to him. Sandy found him to be a great guy. She told him the same thing she had told me. "I'd marry you Bobby if I wasn't married already?" Bobby loved that talk. It was about 2pm. I looked at Sandy. Do either of us have any appointment further today? No she0 said. I went to Bobby's office and locked the door. "Bobby we need to talk," I said. "What this about. It is as a psychiatrist or as a friend," He asked. "Both, as a psychiatrist you need to relax. As you friend......" I got close to Bobby. I grabbed his face. I was about to do something I hadn't done in years. He beat me to the punch and kissed me. I returned the kiss. We were soon naked and plowed each other taint. "Do you remember the first time we did that." I asked? "Yeah, it wonderful then too," He said. I looked at Bobby, even he dad knew we still felt something for each other, I told him to move in with me and Greg Jr.. the kids could see his parents, and Bobby could sleep in my bed each night. He like the idea. We had more afternoon delights when we both had a break between patients. Bobby became so much calmer after we were back to our stride getting each other off. We made love sometimes 3 times in a 24 hour period, so everyday. The kids were going at why not their dads. End for now, this story turned out different that I thought it would. Hey contact me with whatever you want. Bryan Brown bigbryanbrown@tutanota.com