Date: Thu, 26 Dec 2019 12:32:55 +0000 From: Master Subject: Full Male Service 15H I hope you are enjoying reading about the boys with their families enjoying their holiday. Sadly, it is time for the Graham family to return home and for this mini-series to come to an end. Be assured their story will continue, though at one time I was going to bring it to a conclusion. Another mini-series perhaps and separate stories are set to come. Feedback, comments, suggestions to office435@protonmail.com Encouragement keeps the writer's mind fertile! Nifty is a nifty service and our enjoyment does not come without cost. Natural Environment (FMS15H) - Saturday In the morning, morning hugs were had and shared showers enjoyed, before clothes were sadly put on before breakfast. "Can't we be naked for breakfast?" Sem attentively enquired but without too much hope. "Sorry son, but no because our guests need to leave promptly," Elford explained. There were tears of course as goodbyes were said and prolonged hugs exchanged. With the Range Rover packed, all that remained was for its driver and passengers to board. After some procrastination, the back seat passengers were the last to close the doors and buckle up. "We'll invite them over later in the year," Margret offered as an attempt at compensation. "I hope so," Jake responded, but Holland is so much fun." "Is that because you get to run around the streets in just your underwear?" his dad teased. "How do you know we did that?" "Ah, now that would be telling wouldn't it." "No way I'd do it in our town," Miles commented. "Can you imagine the fuss there would be!" "Enormous. Enough to make the national headlines and have police, social services, and the NSPCC all banging on our door. So no way, behave yourselves please." Marilyn added. "Yeah, you didn't mention school. That'd be a killer." Jake added "Could we move to Holland?" "Mmm, think me and dad would really struggle to learn the language." Marilyn thought aloud. "Any way, we know where we can find excellent accommodation with very friendly hosts." "Do you think attitudes will ever change in the UK?" Miles enquired. "I'd like to think so," John added, "but how many years?" "It really wasn't so many years ago, that UK changing rooms were like American ones -- open plan. Now it's gone back to Victorian times like when they had cubicles lining the pool." Marilyn explained. "Yeah, I remember, that was like when I was about six or seven and we got changed standing on the benches," Miles added. "I hate cubicles!" "That was when you let me help you change, or was it because if I didn't help you, then you'd take twice as long," John responded. "I think even at that age you were a bit of a show off!" "Thanks, dad," Miles quipped back. "But at least we're fortunate that our favourite pool hasn't gone down that route yet. Just means we have to go past our local one." "I'm now so used to not wearing clothes all the time.," Jake interrupted, "I'm itching to get home and take them off, `cause I know you won't let me in the car." "For a very good reason too. Do you know some naturists drive naked in their cars? Can you imagine the consequences of having a crash and being naked?" Jake's mum added. "Oh yeah, never mind the seatbelt rash, but the emergency services rescuing a wholly naked family!" John laughed at the thought. "Anyway we provide you with nice clothes that don't you enjoy wearing?" "You do, but if we don't have to wear them all the time, when we do it makes me appreciate them more," Miles answered, still giggling at the thought of a fireman having to rescue him naked. As the kilometres passed by, many reminisces of the week were had, and conversations as to what the remainder of the year might bring. The boys were sat apart from each other in the back of the Range Rover so that they could see out of their respective darkened rear glass windows of the car. At one point in the journey, Miles looked across to his brother as they were talking and noticed his hands moving around in his crotch. "What?" Jake responded defensively when he saw his brother looking at what he was doing. "I can't help it if I get a stiffie when I'm in the car. Bet you do too?" "No masturbating in the back please, car rules," John answered overhearing his younger son's comment. "Then what am I supposed to do if I can't play with myself to get it to go down?" Jake wanted to know, as he shoved his right hand inside his shorts to reposition his offending member and make himself more comfortable. "Stop thinking about sex!" Miles answered. "I wasn't. It's just the motion of travelling that makes it get hard." "Now look what you've done. Mines gone hard too," Miles informed as he too had to adjust himself, "but mines longer than yours because I'm older than you." "Yeah, but when we're both grown up then it won't be." "Will our boys still be naturists when they are in their late teens and twenties?" Marilyn wondered aloud. "Hopefully yes because they are sufficiently confident enough now to get them through that stage," her husband wistfully hoped. "It's like we were saying before, about if attitudes will change. Perhaps they will if the UK becomes more liberal." "Primary schools are starting to teach even their younger pupils about sex now. A friend of mine's seven-year old brother told him that they'd been taught about masturbation in a sex education class," Jake informed his parents. "And what is oral and anal sex." "That is young," Marilyn answered. "It's so that they know when they hear about it and see it on the Internet." "I suppose a seven-year old could have oral sex, but anal sex would be difficult as their penis's wouldn't be developed enough," Miles thought aloud. "That was proved last night when we saw Sem giving as good as he got last night," John let slip on purpose that he had seen the circle of boy sex the previous evening. In the rear seats, Miles and Jake looked at each other and blushed. "Oh come on, don't you think us adults seeing their son's antics didn't bring a smile to our faces," John said as he looked in the rear view mirror and saw his son's red faces. "So long as it is done with consent and nobody is forced to do something they don' want. And that nobody is made fun of because of what their bits look like." "Yes dad, I agree," Miles concurred, "What do think Jake?" "Me too and I'm lucky because nobody has made fun at my long foreskin." "Nicholas was made fun of because he's circumcised and the PE teacher had to talk to the boys about it in gym," Miles explained what his best friend had suffered. "That was even having had it explained in biology." "You saw that Alfred was circumcised. There is a different thinking now in paediatrics that only in rare exceptions should children be mutilated, because as you know both sexes can be cut." Marilyn ever the professional explained. "Do you think that relationships between adults and children will become more open, so that if they want to, a younger boy could have a sexual friendship with an older friend he trusts?" Miles asked changing the subject. In his mind he was thinking about his friendship with Chris the `mechanic' from Full Male Service, and his teacher that he had enjoyed. "Mmm, that's not an easy one to answer. Perhaps it will come in time. There are many men out there who would love to be able to come alongside boys who need friendship and support for whatever reason because they don't get it at home," John thought. "Think of Nicholas and the way as a family we have supported him and he's better for it. He's more confident about his body so that he can be now be naked and not be concerned when he's with us." "Yes that's true," Miles responded, "Though I want to have a family of my own, I want to be able to support boys who aren't my own. Even though I am only nearly fifteen, I have to be careful about being around the younger boys in my club to avoid any suspicions. It's awful." "Well let's just hope society will change so that men can feel free to be alongside boys other than their own, to show them love and friendship, and boys will feel free to want and have those relationships." "Yeah, just think about what we did as a family this week. Remember last night? Us boys all agreed to letting the adults play with us because we wanted it to happen as much as you mums and dads did." Miles continued. "If we want to be sexual with an adult that should be our right for us to choose." "Yes that's okay, as long as you exercise your discernment so that adults don't use their natural position of dominance to be abusive. That's where the problem lies as not all children are able to discern, then the adult has to use self-will to hold off. You've still got your friendship with Chris haven't you?" John explained. "He's been a good example of a caring adult to you and Jake." "He has and we can be naked in his flat, but if we don't want to have sex, then we can just hang out and not feel pressurised to do things." As the family entered the port to board the ferry back to Dover, it brought a natural end to the conversation. Having parked up in the boarding lane and there being another thirty minutes to boarding, the family left the Range Rover to stretch their legs and use the terminal facilities. "My stiffie has gone now which is just as well as I need to pee badly," Jake commented to his brother. "Me too." John, Miles, and Jake headed for the Male toilets and lined themselves up at the individual urinals which didn't have privacy screens. Miles was on the end and half way through relieving himself, and noticed a father and son come up to the empty urinals next to him. The boy who looked to be about seven was wearing grey jogging bottoms, and pulled them down to below his bottom revealing his electric blue boxer briefs with green waistband. Pulling down the front of his briefs he fully disclosed his three-inch skinny member and smooth tight balls and started to empty his bladder. That brought a repost from his father just as he started peeing about showing off his bits too much, and promptly pulled up the jogging bottoms to cover his son's backside. That was counterproductive as unable to stop, the boy was distracted from what he was doing and accidentally splashed his joggers, making a mess of them. The boy groaned as he looked at the now embarrassing stain that he was unable to hide, and he told his father off in no uncertain terms. Miles however had already seen, it was too late, and he enjoyed the brief view. Thank goodness for urinals without privacy screens! Perhaps the father had noticed him looking at his son Miles thought. Not unconnected to what they had been discussing in the car earlier. Looking in the opposite direction he checked to see how his brother was progressing emptying his waste tank. The steady stream of pee gradually tailed off, and Jake tucked his penis back in his shorts after shaking off. Miles returned to his own now diminished stream, shook, and returned his member to its rightful home, for the time being anyway. Glancing back to the boy, he too had finished and was pulling his somewhat wet jogging bottoms back in place. Walking away the boy did his best to keep his hands in front of his crotch to hide his embarrassment. "That poor boy who got told off by his father," Jake remarked, "so bad of his dad to do that to him." "You saw too?" Miles asked, surprised that Jake had seen past him. "You wouldn't have done that to us, dad?" Jake continued. "What happened?" "The boy next to me pulled his jogging bottoms down too far for his dad's liking, and the dad pulled them up whilst his son was continuing to pee. He splashed his joggers pretty bad," Miles explained. "I certainly wouldn't. I'd rather you showed off a bit of backside, just as though you were wearing swimming trunks, than have you contending with wet trousers," John assured his sons. Outside the terminal building the boys and their dad waited for Marilyn to return before heading back to the Range Rover. Then it was on to the ferry, some more boy watching, which included seeing the seven-year old who'd accidently wet his jogging bottoms, now in a pair of shorts that came down not to quite the half way point of this thighs. Miles commented to his dad about the boy's change and how more of his legs were uncovered. He added that it was good to see that fashion at long last was going back to shorter male shorts. By 7pm the family had arrived home. "Sorry boys but it's back to routine tomorrow, so please make sure you have everything ready for the morning, and I strongly suggest you sleep in your own bed's tonight. Yes, I know some nocturnal activity wouldn't go amiss after being cooped up in the car, but please save it to another day, yes?" Marilyn reasoned with her offspring. "Okay mum, we've got it," Miles answered on behalf of himself and his brother. "You've both got swimming tomorrow in the evening don't forget," mum continued. "Oh great!" exclaimed Jake, "back to cubicles, swimming trunks and mixed showers." "Sorry about that. We will go to our favourite pool at the weekend, providing you get your homework done on Friday night." "Thanks, that gives us something to look forward to," Miles was thankful that life back in the UK did have something to make up for missing his activities in Holland. So life in the Graham family returned to normality, however some may judge that normality not to be what they call normal.