Date: Fri, 17 Mar 2017 18:14:00 -0400
From: Bear Pup <orson.cadell@gmail.com>
Subject: Beaux Thibodaux 9

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*****

"Great. Now you've had two trained medical professionals tell you the same
thing. If you like, you can try for three, or you can buckle down and
figure it out. Gentlemen, have a nice day."

One thing I did find out about Dr Silvers' office that, later, would really
impress me. It was utterly impossible to slam any fucking door in the
goddamned place.

*****

Beaux Thibodaux 9: House Rules

By Bear Pup

M/T; sexuality;

I was mad a wet hen. Thinking that decided dinner, since I was in no fit
state to cook. Now, I've travelled this entire nation and love to eat and
experiment with new places, but I needed comfort food. For me, the ultimate
comfort food is fried chicken, and the ultimate fried chicken on Earth is
served at Stroud's.

The original location at 85th and Troost was... rustic. The food was
incomparable, but I never liked the setting and a couple decades later it
would be gone. The second location, a converted farmhouse called Oak Ridge
Manor a bit further from our home, had opened just a year or so earlier and
was... amazing. At the time, one of the options was family style where they
brought out chicken and some select 'fixins' and refilled as needed. It
cost more than the straight menu meals, but you were guaranteed to have
some of the best food in the state, and going home hungry was simply not
possible.

Beaux and I made perfect 'chicken partners'. He devoured legs, wings and
thighs at an astounding rate and I like breasts. Beaux actually may be the
reason that Stroud's went for straight menus (order your own meals, no
refills) later. About halfway through his second chicken, Beaux got an
interesting look on his face.

"What's that mean, Kevin?"

All of the staff wore black Stroud's T-Shirts. Almost all the guys wore
ones emblazoned with their signature motto, "We choke our own chickens."

I fought down the blush and simply told him. "First, the chickens are
really fresh; they really do start with live chickens. The, um, reason it's
funny is that 'choking your chicken' is a slang way to refer to {voice
dropping} jacking off."

Beaux's face, if anything, was more confused. "I don't get it, Oncle, but I
guess I don't need to. The chicken is fine, though!" And, as always, it
was.

We headed home, stuffed and happy. As if by unspoken agreement, we went
straight for the library, but neither of us pulled open a book. We both
scowled at the table between us.

"So, Dr Silvers," I said and trailed off.

"Yeah."

"Okay. Let's try this. We'll agree to sit down and talk about sex-related
stuff. How often and how long?"

"Oh, Kevin, it can't be every day. I don't care what the doctors say, I
just can't."

"I agree with that. How about this. You come up with questions and I'll
come up with topics, too. And we set time aside for nothing but that, um,
three times a week?"

"I can do that, Oncle. And I promise to come straight to you if I have
questions between times that bother me.  That should make the doctors
happy, right?"

"I think that's fair. Which nights?"

Beaux smiled slyly, "So this counts, right? So how about Mondays being one
of them?"

I had to laugh. "Fair enough. How about Monday and Wednesday nights and
we'll plan on something away from home on Saturdays?"

"Deal. So I do have a question for tonight. Why are there so many names for
everything?"

"Actually, that's a fair question and I actually have an answer for it. We
talked about how hung-up people often are about anything sexual. Most
people are also obsessed with sex. It's a very important part of who we
are. So, you have something that everyone is always thinking about but it's
taboo to talk about it. With me so far?"

"Sure."

"So how do you hint about stuff you can't talk about to find out is a
partner might be interested, or if a buddy is doing things you want to talk
about? You make up new terms. Some are simple. Roosters strut around and
are very, very male. Plus, when they get excited, they stick their head way
up and their neck swells. So 'cock' for 'penis' is pretty obvious. The
'choke the chicken' you saw at Stroud's comes from that.

"A lot of other terms came about the same way, as oblique ways to refer to
sexual parts or acts. In fact, the very word 'sex' is precisely such a
reference. The Sixth Commandment in the Christian Bible is a prohibition on
adultery. So talking about 'six' which is 'sex' in Latin, means you can't
be accused of being vulgar. First, it's just a number. Second, it's a
reference to the Bible."

"Okay, so all this comes from the taboos? Why didn't people just get rid of
the taboos?"

"A brilliant question, and one people have asked for centuries. Sex is
healthy and essential, so why be uptight about it? The short answer is
bizarre: Anything as important as sex gets strange rules wrapped around it,
and once those rules are in place, getting rid of them is nearly
impossible.

"So what I'm trying to figure out, and the reason I blush so hard on some
things, is I'm trying to overcome my own stupid training, AND give you
honest answers, AND not pass on my own hangups AND STILL make sure that you
don't end up in serious trouble by violating other people's taboos."

"Yeah, that could get really complicated. I can understand better why it's
tough."

"So you jacked off when we got home from the Nelson. And you did this
morning, right?"

 "Yes, Kevin," okay, so eye-rolling at adults does appear to be a genetic
imperative for teens. Interesting.

"And you have plenty to, um, th-think about when you, um," FUCK I hate
blushing and stuttering. I've got to ask Rob if there's a pill for that.

"Well, yes, but I..."

"You promised, Beaux, to ask me anything."

That scowl was priceless. "I just can't really picture what's happening. I
can get along fine with, well, bodies and such. But, well, there's got to
be more and the Zoo stuff just don't seem to fit the, um, the, um,
parts...?"

"I need some time to think about the details of that one, Beaux, but let's
start with this. Think of touching the other person and having them touch
you. Anywhere, everywhere." From the sudden squirm around a newly-arrive
iron spike in his pants, I knew that one had got to him, so I was safe for
a day or two. "Wednesday night, I promise to start talking about different
things that people can do together. First, though, I need to know, um..."

"You promised, Kevin." The little fuck was grinning. I hate smart people.

"You've had two sessions since the Nelson--"

"Four, Kevin." Beaux couldn't really meet my eye, but he was smiling to
beat the band.

I chuckled, "Good! So, I need to know what you were th-thinking about. Men
or women or both?"

Beaux didn't even hesitate, which cheered me no end. "Both, but mainly the
men. I'm not sure if it's because I like them better or that, well, I know
what, um, what all the parts do." He had a lopsided and utterly adorable
grin and I had to laugh.

"All right then. We'll have to fix the 'what the parts do' question for
girls and fuck if I know how. I have clinical books about sexuality, but
you'd never be able to think sexy thoughts after reading them! I'll think
on that. So for Wednesday, I'll come up with some ideas of what to talk
about that two guys can do. I have," I smiled widely, "a little bit of
experience with that.

"And from the state of your pants right now, I think the touching and being
touched will get you through your sessions 'til them?"

It was Beaux's turn to laugh and blush. "Yes, Kevin. Sure nuff."

With that, he settled in to read and I went into the office to call a
friend of mine. Jeffrey Stuart and I had been at the University of Missouri
together and formed a fast friendship. We'd had sex once, his first and
last with a guy as he was desperately-curious but tragically straight. It
took all of my not-insignificant oral skills to get him off at all. I came
just cuz, I mean, he was fucking cute as a button and he was holding my
cock! It didn't take any real talent.

Jeffrey was home, as usual, just having finished dinner with Lauren and
putting the kids to bed (Josh was 8 and Donna was 5). We made small talk --
mutual friends, marriages, divorces and such -- then I got around to the
reason for the call. Dr Jeffrey Stuart had a double-major of psychology and
education, and went into teaching and research. His specialty was education
of children with mental handicaps, not applicable to Beaux, but I also knew
he was friends with absolutely everyone in the overall field. He was
gregarious and a delight to be around.

I explained the situation with Beaux and he got more and more excited as we
talked. A compatriot at the Mizzou had made a lifelong study of 'broken'
education, where children and adults were deficient in only certain
areas. Sadly, this was not only home-schooled or foreign students, but some
dysfunctional public schools in the US were to blame as well.

He said he'd call me back, which he did in less than 20 minutes. Dr Perez
had asked that we meet him at 10:30 the next morning at the man's office in
Hill Hall at the main Missou campus in Columbia, a 2+ hour drive. Beaux was
an earlier riser like me, so I didn't see a problem. I thanked Jeffrey
profusely and went to explain to Beaux.

Beaux was cautious and I asked why. The problem, it turned out, was not the
education part, but that we'd be seeing DOCTOR Perez. "I done had my fill
of doctors, Oncle, and that's a true fact." I laughed and explained that he
was not a medical professional, but had a doctorate in Education. That
relaxed him enough that he at least agreed, plus I told him it was a
beautiful ride and a really neat campus.

That settled, we read for a while and both finally drifted off to bed. I
smiled as I saw the extra pep in Beaux's set as he got closer to his
door. 'Happy fantasies, son,' I thought.

I was up at 6:00 and Beaux was right behind me. I'd woken a bit muzzy and
was still naked when he came out and I nearly died of blush, but as I
turned I saw that he was just in a pair of the low-rise briefs that hid
nothing. His eyes were very intent on my reaction, so I made sure to have
none. I glanced down, saw that he was boned, smiled and turned back to the
stove as if nothing was strange or uncomfortable.

I made some to-go frittatas (cooked in a muffin tin so you can eat them on
the road, packed a thermos with coffee and a sack with drinks, a couple of
snacks and some fruit and we were showered, dressed and only the road by
7:00. Traffic was the usual nightmare until we cleared the eastern edge of
the city, then it was clear driving all the way to Columbia.

I wish I had a way to describe the amazing beauty of the drive between
Kansas City on the western edge of the state and Columbia in the middle,
but I really don't like to lie. There are a couple of nice lakes and stands
of trees, but once you leave the hills near KC itself, the next item of
interest is when you reach the northern edges of the Ozark foothills; by
that point, you're damn near in Columbia. The University of Missouri itself
is, at best, moderately charming. A few of the older buildings really are
beautiful, especially my personal refuge over my years in residence: The
Ellis Library.

I know, I know; I'm supposed to wax poetic about the Oxbridge beauty of the
Memorial Student Union or the glorious victories of the beloved Tigers on
Faurot Field. Don't get me wrong, I love football... from a reasonable
distance. But the fact is that games are rowdy, crowded and loud. As for
the Union, as an architecture student, copies of buildings whose designs
were 'old school' before we were even a *country* fail to impress.

The Ellis, though? A light-filled cathedral to knowledge. I was and am a
voracious reader (much like Beaux). The Ellis was a real dream, and one of
the reasons I ended up in Columbia instead of the nearer-to-home Lincoln,
Nebraska or Lawrence, Kansas. Not knocking the Cornhuskers (much), but the
University of Nebraska library system... well, I guess it's fine if all you
want to know about is the lifecycle of Anthracnose and other hideous corn
diseases. As for the Jayhawks of KU, there was no way I was going to a
school where football was the sport played in 'the off season'.

We got to Mizzou at 9:30 and I drove Beaux around, showing him where I'd
lived and some of the really special things about the campus. I started
trying to park at 9:45 since I wanted to be there by 10:15; even then it
was a close thing. Summer session or not, Mizzou had enough parking for
about one in ten of the cars needed to deliver the student body to
class. We walked into Dr Perez's office and were greeted by a fucking hunk
of a college student behind the desk. I think both Beaux and I were rather
crushed when he noticed neither of us. Oh, well, everyone can't be gay.

Dr Perez... The best way I can explain him is to have you imagine three
young guys on a sugar high and stuff them into a tiny, stout, 60ish body
with a white fringe reminiscent Friar Tuck. He *bounced*. The stoic,
reserved, taller Beaux kept shooting me glances out of the corner of his
eyes. I could hear the 'what in hell' coming from him even without words.

"Beaux, it is wonderful to meet you. I am Dr Perez but please call me
Tomas." He pronounced toe-MAHS, and his speech was like his mannerisms:
quick, staccato and high-pitched. "I have made a study of young people and
adults who have learned differently than others, but it is rare to find
someone with a story like yours. What we will do today is get to know one
another for a few minutes and then find out what you are very good at and
where you need assistance, and my team and I will help your guardian create
a plan to introduce all the topics you want to know more about. So tell me
about what you like, young man."

This started one of the strangest conversations I'd ever seen. Beaux's
answers were slow and calm; Tomas was a bundle of energy. He never
interrupted, but if Beaux paused for a moment, he was in there like a
knife. I also noticed how very, very subtle the little man was. He sounded
and acted like a chatterer. In fact, the insightful, tangential slashes of
his comments and questions were amazing. Within 30 minutes, Beaux was
comfortable if still taken aback by the effervescent little man.

"And now, Beaux, we will start to understand your knowledge. My team and I
have worked on this set of questions for over a decade. You will find that
most of the questions are things you cannot answer, which is good, not
bad. Each question will offer six choices. There will be three possible
answers and three other options: that the correct answer is not there; that
you have heard of the subject of the question but do not know the answer;
and you have never heard of the subject.

"Use of those last three is very important, and very good. You will not be
judged in any way because this is not a test of what you know, but tool to
help us find the best way to help you learn about things that are important
or interesting to you. There are five hour-long sessions, each with a
15-minute break so you can rest and relax for a while between sets. We will
have snacks and drinks for you during the rest periods and we will bring
you lunch options after the second session.

"Kevin, Dr Stuart tells me of your fondness for the Ellis. Beaux will be
very occupied and well-cared-for; would you like to relax over there?" I
looked and saw that Beaux showed no nervousness about my leaving him with
this strange and harmless little man.

"Beaux, is all of that okay with you?"

"Oh, yes, Oncle. I think I may enjoy this a lot." His eyes confirmed that
as they held a soft, blue glimmer. I made my exit and Dr Perez told me to
return around 3:45. The walk to the Ellis was short and warm, with few
students as we were still in high summer. The Ellis welcomed me like an old
friend, cool and comfortable. 18 years after graduating, I still found the
squashy armchair that had gotten me through dozens of exams, heartbreaks
and nervous waits.

I settled in and allowed my library soul to take over. I pulled books from
the shelves and read or just browsed, having set my watch to beep when it
was time. I didn't bother with lunch, instead feasting on the wonders of
this fantastic library.

I wandered back over starting around 3:15, cruising around the campus that
had been my home for years. The secluded bench on the Francis where I'd had
my first outdoor kiss with a guy (John? Jack?), and where I'd gotten a
brutal slap when a girl, Sherry, found out that I really was *just* a
friend and that smooching, or more, was not in the cards.

I got back to Hill Hall right at 3:45 and was told by the gorgeous but
terminally-straight admin that they were wrapping up. I sat and read one of
the scholarly magazines. I was about to go nuts with the effort not to
stare at and drool over the young stud when the door opened and Dr Perez
ushered me into his office. Beaux was bright-eyed but seemed very tired.

"Beaux is a wonderful young man, Mr Faolan. Simply wonderful. An amazing
mind."

I smiled at the boy, "Yes, that part I know." Beaux blushed and smiled
back.

"It will take my team several days to work out all the nuances, but I can
tell you that Beaux will need very little in the way of mathematics or
classics, and a lot in science, modern history and social sciences. We will
have a proposed curriculum for you in about a week. I will call you
personally."

We left, and I chatted with Beaux as we strolled over to the Ellis. Beaux
really had enjoyed the tests. Opposite of what I'd expected, they jumped
from topic to topic as quickly as their creator. Tomas or an assistant was
with Beaux all the time, often making notes on how quickly or carefully
Beaux marked answers. One thing was clear, Perez tested not just knowledge,
but how the subject adapted and learned as well.

Beaux was practically beside himself with the giant, beautiful library. I
promised him a dedicated return journey as it was the only way to get him
out short of brute force. That, and I suggested that we get some food. The
F word had the desired effect.

I walked him up the few blocks to the Heidelberg. We started with the
inevitable and scrumptious pretzels, which Beaux devoured. The waitress
just smiled; this was behaviour she knew and expected. I suggested the
famous fish and chips, the ultimate post-drinking, pre-puking meal for
students across campus. Perfectly fried with just enough salty-grease to
qualify as food for the discerning student, and malt vinegar cutting
through everything. I went for a tamer option, the patty melt with a side
of their unique hot potato salad; delicious.

We mm'ed and ah'ed our way back to the car and headed for home. Beaux
peppered me with questions, largely about the test and subjects on it. He
seemed extremely relieved when I frankly told him I had no frigging clue on
half the stuff, but dove into some of the ones where I did.

He then gave me a crooked smile, "That assistant was quite the sight,
wasn't he, Kevin?"

I laughed, "He was, and sitting in that office without staring about killed
me."

"Kevin, what if I find somebody who is, well, flirting with me and I want
to, um, do more?"

I looked over and he was staring intently at the dashboard. My mind went
into overdrive. A damned good question, and one I was nowhere near ready
for. I flashed back to my previous 'rules' conversations and came to the
logical if uncomfortable conclusion.

"Okay, I wasn't really ready for that question yet, but you're right. We
need ground rules. First, you never, ever go anywhere with anyone that I
don't know, and even then you check with me before. What you had been told
about people was exaggerated, but there really are a few very bad people
out there. I won't have you hurt. You get me on that one, son?"

Beaux nodded and said, "I wouldn't anyway, but it's good to have it as a
rule."

"Second, don't bring anyone I haven't met into our home, boys or girls. I
guess that means that I need to meet your dates, which will be horribly
awkward for both of us, but for now it's the only way to keep us both
safe."

"I agree with that, Oncle. I'd need your help anyway to make sure I wasn't
getting into trouble that I couldn't get out of."

"Third, there are diseases that you can catch from being intimate. We'll
talk about that later after I get with Rob and make sure my own facts are
right, but for now, nothing past touching and jacking off until I get you
prepared. I know you probably aren't ready for that anyway, but there is a
LOT to explain about sex and staying safe."

AIDS had recently been named in major magazines and was starting to have a
serious effect in the gay community; many called it 'Gay Cancer'. The first
idea that it was viral had just appeared in the news. To be honest, I was
thinking more of 'old' STDs, not lethal but still disgusting or unpleasant.

"Next, Beaux, please keep it to your room. Nothing more than kissing or
holding hands elsewhere in the house. It's not that you should be ashamed
of sex, just that you don't want me wandering in at a very, um,
inconvenient moment and you sure don't want to walk in on me with a lover
either. We both keep it to our private spaces, okay?"

"Yessir."

"Lastly, never, ever let anyone do anything you don't want to do, or that
you don't enjoy doing. The same for them; never expect anyone to do
something just because you want to. Sex is not something that anyone is
'owed'. No always, *always* means no. There is no excuse for anyone, you or
a lover, pushing beyond the comfort and consent of the other person."

"That is an important one, and I understand it. I guess it could get easy
to get carried away. Any other rules? "

"No, no rules. A couple of suggestions: Don't try anything sexual that we
haven't talked about. There are some things that are painful or even
dangerous that people enjoy related to sex." I made a mental note to figure
out how to explain kink. "Also, learn from your lover. Ask what they like
and as long as it seems comfortable to you and is something we've talked
over, give it a try. The big thing, though, is have fun. I've just laid
down a few rules that are all scary and serious. That's the edges *around*
sex. The rest of it needs to be, should be casual and nice and fun. If it
isn't, then what's the point?"

We started to refine some of the existing rules. One that made a lot of
sense was to leave the doors open or at least cracked if we didn't need
privacy. We each agreed to knock even if the door was open, but would know
not to interrupt if it was closed. We talked over a lot of things like that
and finally made it back to the house around 8:00.

Just to test the waters, I stripped off and tossed my clothes in the hamper
in the utility room as soon as I cleared the door, something I had done
virtually every day before Beaux came into my life. Without appearing to
think about it, Beaux copied and we were both now swinging free. I could
tell from an impending blush and a little chub in his lower reaches that he
found it daring and a little scary, but was happy as well. I made us a
quick salad which satisfied us both and we decided to head to sleep early.

I didn't bother with clothes at all the next morning, this time by design
not forgetfulness. Beaux was also naked, not boned but very, very thick;
he'd obviously just dropped a load. Good. We chatted comfortably. I saw him
looking often, as I would have done if naked with an adult at his age.

After breakfast, I got an early call from Louise. We had gotten a call
overnight from a supplier who needed a face-to-face meeting on a new line
of stonework products, and we agreed it would be easier at the downtown
office. I told Beaux and he seemed very comfortable with the idea of a
'down day' to relax and read.

The meeting went well and I was glad for it. I'd done business with Clive
for a few years, but he'd added a new set of hand-carved stone. Important
for me were the mantles as I'd been looking for something special for one
of the jobs still in the design phase. I told him what I was considering
and that I'd be in touch with an order in the next couple of weeks.

I headed home, wondering what Barry would think if Beaux was still starkers
when he arrived to do floors. He'd normally have gotten there about 30
minutes after I'd left, and would either just be leaving or getting close
when I arrived.

I stripped off as I came in. I'd seen Barry's truck in the portico, so I
knew he was there and heard both washer and dryer were going. Beaux's door
was closed, so I settled down in The Bar and started leafing through
Clive's brochures. Since he was nowhere to be seen, Barry was obviously
changing the linens in the guest rooms which always took time, so he only
did it after I had guests or otherwise once a month.

I was halfway through the book when I heard Beaux's door open and a very
happy Barry came out laughing, followed by Beaux. Not a stitch of clothing
was in evidence... anywhere.

<eof>

So, stodgy and ever-so-slightly-prudish Kevin laid down good, valid
rules. Beaux followed them to the letter. Shall we guess how well Kevin
deals with the result?  As always, your comments and suggestions are
welcome.

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