Date: Fri, 31 Aug 2018 14:35:56 +0000 From: Master Subject: Full Male Service Part 5 Feedback is welcome at office435@zoho.com. Please don't forget to support Nifty. The following story is one of a series of writings of fantasy. It is fantasy because do the characters involved, who seem to live in TV advert happy family land, exist? The world would be a better place if it did! Surely sexual consensual relationships between adults and children, and between children, do happen in the real world. However, if discovered, the price for the individuals, whatever their age, makes their lives not worth living in today's world. So in theory, don't try to emulate the stories and the rest goes without saying. This story is all fiction. All names, locations, and places are made up. The content of the story is created by the fervent activity of my mind. FMS03, FMS04, FMS05 run parallel rather than in sequence as far as timing is concerned. Friend's Attention (FM05) "Miles, you know you were saying the other day about your friend Nicholas needing some input?" John asked his son as they sat together whilst watching Top Gear on the wall mounted 50" TV. "Yes he does and you said you and mum were going to talk about it," Miles responded pleased that their previous discussion hadn't been forgotten. "You've known him for a while now -- do you think he is trustworthy -- can he hold a confidence?" his father enquired. "I think so, and especially if he knows that we can help him in ways nobody else will," Miles answered. "Okay then, how about he asks his parents if he can stay over tomorrow night and we'll see how things go," John replied. "Thanks dad, I'll call him now and get him to ask." Miles picked up his mobile `phone and texted his friend. "Hey, my dad says if you get the okay you can stay over here tomorrow night." A short while later came the response. "Parents are okay, can't wait for tomorrow." This brought a smile to Miles's face which confirmed to his father that approval had been given and there would be a guest staying tomorrow. "I take it the two of you will walk home from school as usual then?" John asked. "Yes, and as it's a Friday night we won't have to rush to get up in the morning," Miles confirmed, "and it will be really great to help him as he is struggling with some issues." "My guess is its to do with puberty and its messing his mind," John thought thinking aloud. He had an enormous compassion for boys and not much more in life brought him satisfaction than being alongside them and mentoring them as they grew up. To have two wonderful boys of his own was such a tremendous bonus in his life. The fact that both of them were so caring towards children and adults alike was testimony as to how he and Marilyn had raised them. Neither boy was frightened of being in the company of adults, unlike so many of their friends who had been brainwashed by parents and everybody else that adults were predators and not to be trusted. Much that he would have liked his boys to be involved with a youth organisation there were none in the town where they lived. Adults out of fear of accusation no longer volunteered to run them, and government austerity meant councils had no funds for discretionary services. The result was that children when not in school spent so much of their time stuck in their homes in front of one sort of screen or another. The knock on effect was that children lacked interaction with adults other than their own families, and a breakdown of communication between generations was the result. "Dad, you're so brave thinking of trying to help Nicholas," Miles interrupted his dad's train of thought," our teachers are so tied up with regulations and guidelines that they won't talk about anything other than what they meant to be teaching us and won't be social with us." "Yes it's so very sad," John agreed and wrapped his arm around Miles's shoulders and drew him into a hug and kissed him on the cheek. Father and son stopped their discussion when an item on JLR came up on Top Gear. It was talking about the history of the company and how it had shifted away from making world renowned 4 x 4's to top end luxury vehicles that only the Arabs and billionaires could afford. For both of them it was very sad that the company had gone down that route. Following the news, which was equally depressing as a major topic was the mental health crisis in children, John and Miles headed toward the kitchen to get themselves a hot drink. As they were doing so Marilyn, John's wife and Miles's birth mother returned from a local community neighbourhood watch meeting. "How was the meeting?" John asked receiving a kiss on the cheek from his wife who did the same for Miles. "Do you really want to know?" she responded, "it was hijacked by a group of people who want to set up a paedophile vigilante group. You could almost touch the hatred in the hall, it was disgusting." "What's one of them?" Miles asked not being familiar with the term. "It's people who destroy trust in society because they're always on the lookout for anybody communicating with children in a way that doesn't meet their hypocritical expectations, in the street or online. What is it with them? No wonder so many children have mental health issues; it was never like that when I was young. Ahhh, rant over!" As an aside, John and Marilyn had taught Miles and Jake not to use the slang term "kids", but to use the term "children" instead. You're not offspring of goats they would say, but offspring of human beings. "Guess what mum, children's mental health was a big topic on the news tonight," Miles said with a note of sadness in his voice. "Nicholas is going to stay overnight tomorrow so we can help him with his own issues." John smiled at his son's maturity. "Well, time to lighten the conversation don't you think," he suggested, "in any case it's time for bed. We may be in for a long night tomorrow depending on how things go with Nicholas. By the way Miles, you always call him by his first name in full?" "It's what he prefers," Miles confirmed, "doesn't like being called Nick." Knowing that was the case, John and Marilyn both made a mental note to always use "Nicholas" "I'll check in on Jake to see if he wants anything to drink," Marilyn said "otherwise I off to bed." Jake was fast asleep when she slightly opened her younger son's bedroom door. He'd had a tiring day with major school tests in the morning followed by a double session of games in the afternoon. John did his rounds ensuring the house was secure and turned on the alarm so that the external doors were armed, before popping in on Miles who was in the process of getting his naked body into bed. "Good night and sleep well. Love you much," he said before heading off to his own bedroom and joining Marilyn in bed. The next morning dawned, but it was a sticky start to the day for Miles as he discovered he'd had a nocturnal emission during the night, which meant that both he and his bed sheets were soiled with cum. "Oh no!" he exclaimed to himself, "go away puberty I don't want you." Getting himself out of bed, he stripped the stained sheet and duvet cover and dumped them in his wash basket, then headed for the shower in the bathroom. The rest of the family began to stir just as Miles finished his shower and dressed in his school uniform. His younger brother and parents arrived in the kitchen not long after Miles and breakfast was prepared. "Good morning everybody," John said in an exuberant mood it being a Friday and with no clients to see after lunch he could have a long weekend. "Mmm, don't know that my morning was so good," Miles responded, "the puberty monster paid a visit again last night." "Woo, that's too much information at this time of the morning," Marilyn said with a smile, "don't worry Miles I take it you've stripped your duvet and sheet. I'll do the washing today, because with Nicholas coming this evening you'll want your Dr Who duvet back." "Thanks mum, you're a super mum because you don't make fun of something I'm sensitive about." "That's okay son," she said, "and Jake don't make fun of your brother either because one day the puberty monster will visit you too." "What's a puberty monster?" Jake asked picking up on the conversation having heard his name. "It's when your body changes from being a boy's body to a man's body." Marilyn explained very simply, "You'll get to learn about it in school." "Not much he won't," Miles retorted. "My teacher was so gagged by what she could and couldn't say in our sex education lesson it was practically useless. Anyway, you've taught me so much more and you and dad are so open in your attitudes about our bodies. I bet I'm the only child in the class that can admit to his parents that his body has had a nocturnal emission in the night." Both his parents smiled because they knew what Jake's next question was going to be. "What's a nocturnal emission?" Jake obliged them. "It's when a boy's sex organs make a fluid which they emit from his penis whilst he sleeps at night." John explained. "That's gross!" the 10-year-old exclaimed, "I'm not going to let my body do that to me." "Not something you can control yourself. I did say it happens during your sleep." "What an interesting conversation to have at breakfast," Marilyn smiled. "Eat up family, soon be ready to exit the house." As it was very nearly time for them all to go to school or work, the conversation ceased. By 8:45 the house was alarmed and empty. Later in the afternoon as the boys walked home from school Miles decided to engage his friend Nicholas in conversation about what he was particularly needing help with in his life. "Nicholas, I know that you're trusting me and my parents to help you with some problems and that's why you want to stay over tonight. Maybe you could try to explain what's bugging you because I don't want to see you going sick in the head." Miles began. "Well, I'm glad I can talk with you and perhaps your parents. My parents are very closed off and sometimes it's almost as though I don't exist. I just don't feel comfortable talking with them about deeper issues." Nicholas tried to explain. "Go on keep going, what deeper issues?" Miles prompted his friend. "I don't know what they are, that's my problem, it's just something deep inside me I can't explain." "Do your parents ever touch you, like give you hugs?" Miles queried. "No, well they might have done when I was a baby I guess, but not recently," Nicholas answered looking down at his shoes, trying to avoid looking at his friend fearful his emotions may overwhelm him. "Look, maybe if you're willing to trust my parents, that's something we can resolve." Miles encouraged. "You're so fortunate Miles to have a mum and dad like yours." Nicholas finally looking up, "I really hope they can help me." "Trust them and me and do what we ask and then perhaps we can answer your questions. Just be prepared to be touched and loved," Miles explained. As they reached Miles's house, Miles warned his friend that whilst his family wanted to help him, whatever happened that night must forever remain confidential. Which left Nicholas wondering just what he was letting himself in for in his search for acceptance and demonstrable love. He also noted the Range Rover and Defender in the drive, thinking whatever else, Miles's parents were much more well off than his own family. Miles opened the front door and led Nicholas inside. He dropped his school bag by the shoe rack, and then reached out to take Nicholas's to drop it in the same place. "Let me take your blazer and shoes off," Miles instructed Nicholas. "You want to do what?" Nicholas responded not quite believing what he was hearing. "It's okay, relax," Miles said as he took hold of the lapels of Nicholas's blazer and slid it down his friend's arms, before hanging it up along with his own. "Remember what I just said about being touched and loved? Well this is one way we do it in our family." "You mean you take each other's clothes off?" questioned Nicholas incredulously. His question was answered by Miles kneeling down on his knees in front of Nicholas, and whilst doing so he allowed his eyes to examine his friend's crotch, wondering what was hidden from sight. Tackling his friend's right foot first, he loosed the bow in the laces of the black school shoe then placing one hand on Nicholas's calf and the other on the heel of the shoe he removed it, then did the same with the left foot. The dark grey socks that the boy was wearing were coming to the end of their useful life and wearing thin round the heel Miles noticed. Miles then proceeded to remove his own shoes then placed both pairs of shoes on the shoe rack, taking care to tuck the laces inside. Nicholas watched, amazed at the care that Miles was taking. Already he was beginning to feel cared for because of the way Miles had taken his blazer off him then removed his shoes. "Come through to the lounge," Miles said and lead the way. "This is my mum and dad." Miles knew his parents would be waiting for them as they were keen to get to know Nicholas, and had given up their evening so that they could attend to his needs. "Welcome Nicholas, pleased to meet you," John said smiling at the boy. "You can call us mum and dad if you wish." Nicholas smiled and said "I've been looking forward to staying with Miles and you." "We know that you're here because you need our help but as I'm sure Miles has explained what happens here has to be forever confidential for all our benefit. Are you okay with that?" John asked of his son's friend. "Yes okay I understand," Nicholas responded. "If you feel uncomfortable at any time you're with us then used the word "playful" so that we can take time out," instructed John, "Are you ready to start?" "I don't know anything about your family Nicholas, but in our family as Miles and Jakes mum and dad we have been very open with them about all aspects of life," Marilyn explained. "We believe that in being honest and open, that will less likely lead to having mental health problems." Nicholas then explained how his own parents were very closed off and as a family rarely touched or hugged each other. "Well, would you be willing for us to get close to you, I mean physically, as it will be strange for you," John asked, "if you've not had much physical contact before?" "Mmm, I guess so." Nicholas replied thoughtfully, thinking that on the one hand it would be very strange and went against all the brainwashing he had received in school about not allowing adults other than your own guardians anywhere near you. Yet he wanted it, wanted it so badly. He could call a halt if it got too much. "Miles, would you stand in front of mum, and Nicholas you come and stand in front of me," John requested. The boys did as requested and stood facing the adults in the centre of the lounge. "We will do the same to both of you, but if you need to, look at Miles because he has done this before." Nicholas was clueless as to what was about to happen but he'd already said he trusted Miles's parents so there was no going back. Marilyn started by loosing Miles's school tie, then with a deliberate gap of a few seconds, John did the same with Nicholas's. Both ties were then undone and removed from the boy's necks. Nicholas glanced over to Miles and saw his mother start to undo her son's shirt buttons. Turning back to face John, his own shirt buttons were being undone. This was a totally alien experience and his rate of breathing started to race. When all the buttons had been undone, Marilyn and John removed the shirts from the boys leaving them both bare chested. Both boys were very similar in stature and physique. Again Nicholas looked over to Miles for confirmation that he was in safe hands and Miles smiled back at him to confirm that he was. Nicholas watched as Marilyn unbuckled her son's belt and pulled it through the loops of the trousers. Moments later he felt his own belt being unbuckled and removed. Nicholas now knew what was coming, and he took in a sharp intake of breath. He could say the word "playful" but something within him was saying no, go with whatever happens. "What we're doing," explained John, "is bond building. It's where you trust an adult to take care of you and not harm you." Now that Nicholas's shirt was gone John noticed a band of white rising up out of the boy's trousers. It was Mile's turn to look to his friend and he too noticed the same. Miles turned back to his mother and smiled at her. Again Nicholas looked over to his friend, to see his mother undoing the button on her son's trousers waistband. Followed moments later by his waistband button being undone. He then looked down to see that John was pulling down his trouser zip. Without support of belt or waistband the slightly too large trousers gave way and started to slide downwards. As they did so, they revealed Nicholas's plain white loose fitting shorts that came half way down his thighs, complete with traditional fly. The boy felt embarrassed by his underwear as they had no style and were rather boring in his estimation. He couldn't resist looking back to Miles once again but this time to see what his friend was wearing. He became quite jealous when he saw a pair of blue tight fitting boxer briefs which left nothing to the imagination as to Miles's undercarriage. Later in the evening when the boy's had gone upstairs, John would comment that Nicholas's underwear was a clear sign that the boy's parents didn't really care for him as much as they should. To dress their boy in such outdated clothing would surely cause him great embarrassment in changing rooms. Nicholas thought to himself really, was a stranger about to remove his underwear and leave him naked, apart from his socks? In readiness he placed his hands over his genitals for the answer was yes because Marilyn and John pulled the boys pants down at the same time. Nicholas's face went a deeper shade of red as for the first time in his life somebody other than his parents saw his nakedness. It wasn't just that though. He was different because he had no foreskin and so his glans and pee slit were unprotected. His scrotum was hairless and his pubic area was too, unlike Miles who had the beginnings of a few very short strands of brown hair. "Nicholas, are you okay?" John checked with the boy, understanding the very mixed emotional feelings he must be having. Indeed, those feelings began to make themselves known as he felt the boy tremble. Drawing him into himself John held the boy in a tight hug, wrapping his arms around him so that Nicholas knew he was secure. "Having your clothes taken off Nicholas, symbolises you been able to let go of the emotions you have been wearing inside your head. To let those clothes go, is like letting your emotions go. You don't need to hold on to them anymore." John explained. "It's okay Nicholas, we're all your friends here. Be yourself, you're safe. Miles please come and hold your friend so you can be skin to skin," John requested his son. Miles did as he requested and took over holding his friend from his father. With the explanation and now Miles holding him, Nicholas finally let his emotions go as the trembling turned to great shakes as the boy sobbed allowing himself to be freed of them. "It's okay to cry, Nicholas," encouraged Miles as tears welled up in his own eyes seeing the hurt leaving Nicholas. "I'm not going to let you go. I'm very sorry to see you hurting so badly." After a while the boy started to feel a lightness replacing the darkness and heaviness within him. "Why did my parents do it to me?" he eventually managing to get words out of his mouth. "What did your parents do to you?" Miles asked. "Let me go and I will show you," he responded. "They mutilated me!" Miles let his friend go making sure he was steady on his feet then stepped backward to give Nicholas space. "I'm not like you and I want to be," Nicholas explained. Miles looked down at his friend's body and straight away he knew what the difference was. "Mum, can you please come and have a look." "Why are you asking your mum to look at me?" "'Cause my mum is a paediatric urologist," Miles said. "A what?" questioned Nicholas. "She helps children who have problems with peeing, to put it simply," "So she knows what my parents have done to me!" Marilyn looked at Nicholas's private parts and confirmed that indeed the boy had had his foreskin removed. "You have been circumcised, Nicholas. Some parents like to mutilate their children's sexual parts for reasons other than medical needs, both boys and girls," she explained. "Now I don't know what influenced your parents to have your foreskin removed, but it could have been medical. Sometimes a boy's foreskin is too tight which means that the glans inside can't be kept clean and there is a risk of infection. Your medical records will hold the answer." "Can you see my records, I would really like to know," Nicholas requested. "Unfortunately I can't. That will have to be something you do yourself by asking your doctor," which wasn't the answer he was wanting to hear. "Just because you're circumcised Nicholas doesn't make any difference to me," Miles tried to encourage his friend. "Mum, can a boy regrow a foreskin?" "It is possible if there is enough skin left but it is a long process. Nicholas will need to stretch what he has left every day to encourage the skin to grow back. Quite likely to take a couple of years perhaps." Nicholas, can I take a closer look at your penis?" Marilyn asked the boy. "I guess so," he answered. She led him to the couch and asked him to lie down which he did. Miles's mum then knelt down by his middle. "I'm going to hold your penis," she warned him then took the organ between her thumb and forefinger. "Ooh," Nicholas cried out as for the first time in many years as somebody other than himself touched him there. "You do have a little bit of skin left so it is possible," she said as she stretched it. It reached just over the start of the boy's glans. With the touching of the sensitive organ, Nicholas's blood started to fill the vessels inside it causing it to stiffen and an erection to develop. "Don't be ashamed Nicholas," Marilyn said. "It won't be the first time I've seen a boy's erection, is it Miles?" "You mean you've seen Miles with an erection?" Nicholas gasped not quite believing what he was hearing. Miles's face went red with embarrassment having been caught off guard by his mother's comment. "So, are you feeling a bit better now?" asked John changing the direction of the conversation. "Yes I do now that I understand," the boy said, "and being naked isn't such a bad thing though my parents would have a fit if they knew what I was doing tonight." "Good. Well I thinks it's time we all had a dip in the hot tub don't you Marilyn," John suggested. "You've got a hot tub," exclaimed Nicholas, "this just gets better and better." "Before you get in it, don't forget to take your socks off first!" joked Marilyn. "Put your clothes altogether and I will put them in the wash so they'll be clean for tomorrow. She and John left the room so that the boys could have a bit of time to themselves. Nicholas sat up and swung his feet on to the floor as Miles came to sit down beside him. "See, I did tell you we would be able to help you," Miles said. The boys removed their socks and put them with the rest of their clothes. At the same time, they retrieved their mobile `phones from their trouser pockets. "Miles, could I ask something a bit odd?" Nicholas asked seeing the pile of discarded clothes. "Well, you can but ask. I won't bite your head off. Promise" "Can I try your underpants on?" "Er, yes you can if you want," Miles responded positively, taken back just a little. "I suppose your shorts are very unappealing so I can understand why." Miles rescued his boxer brief's from the pile of clothes and handed them to Nicholas. "I hate my shorts and I don't have anything different," Nicholas sighed as he pulled the boxer briefs up his legs, on to his hips and adjusted his genitals so they lay comfortably inside the cloth. "Wow, they are so comfortable." For Miles's it was strange to seeing somebody else wearing his underwear, and especially how his friend's boy bits were held tightly in place by the tight blue elasticated material. He couldn't resist the temptation to place his hand over the mound. "You ought to try wearing mine, Miles," Nicholas said. "Okay," Miles responded and put the loose fitting boring unfashionable garment on. Just then John, having left the room earlier, returned and caught the boys in each other's underwear. "Ah, I'm not surprised you wanted to try Miles's underwear Nicholas. You look so much better in them than your own. The hot tub is ready by the way." "We don't wear anything in the tub so you're going to have to take them off again," instructed Miles, "and anyway mum wants to put them in the wash." Both boys dropped their underwear and exposed their three inch placid cocks and hairless scrotums. "We need to take our clothes through to the Utility Room and put them in the washing machine," Miles instructed. Clothes duly delivered Miles led his friend to the hot tub which was situated just outside the patio doors. "I've never been in a hot tub before, let alone get in one naked," Nicholas commented. "First time for everything," Miles smiled at his friend. The boys climbed the external steps into the tub then sat down together on the opposite side. "I'm getting used to having no clothes on which I thought I'd never do in front of somebody else. I think that was the other big problem I had -- I was fighting in myself with one bit of me resisting and the other wanting to. Now I've done it I feel so much freer and happier." "Mmm, that's great to hear Nicholas, I'm really please for you." "It was weird though your mum holding my willie," Nicholas confessed. "I'm really sorry your parents did that to you. The hurtful thing though is that they didn't ask you for your permission to mutilate your dick. I don't suppose if you know if your dad is the same as you?" "I've never seen my dad naked so no I wouldn't know," Nicholas responded. Marilyn and John having finished supper preparation for when the tub party was over put in an appearance. "You didn't think you were going to get the tub to yourselves did you?" teased John. The boys watched as Marilyn and John undressed before getting in the tub. For not the first time, Nicholas couldn't quite believe his eyes that night as he watched his friend's parents strip in front of him. It was another first to see both an adult male and female totally naked. "Does Jake know we're having a hot tub party tonight?" Miles asked his parents. "He should be on his way, as I just popped into his bedroom to see how his homework project was progressing," Marilyn confirmed. Minutes later, Jake appeared without any clothing on, his three-inch cock wobbling from side to side as he approached the tub. He was shameless. What Nicholas particularly noticed about the eleven- year olds male member was the way the foreskin overhung the end of his penis by six to seven millimetres. Of course that just made him jealous. A naughty thought came to his mind; he wanted to play with it, but it was very unlikely he ever would. Jake entered the pool and sat down between his mother and brother. Miles and Nicholas chatted between themselves with the latter feeling the most relaxed he had been in many months. He found that his words came out easier as he spoke, and that he was communicating better. Both of them sank down in the tub to keep warm in the cool evening air so that the water level came to just below their chins. They also kept their arms under the water but moved them around being the preteen boys they were they couldn't keep still. On occasion they would bump hands together which gave Miles an idea. The next time they bumped hands as they flailed around under the water, Miles would hold on to his friend's hand to reassure him all was okay. Of course it didn't take long for the boys to bump again and Miles did hold on to Nicholas's hand and he was pleased when his friend allowed him to keep hold and not pull away. Nicholas on his part thought that holding hands, which should be taboo for two thirteen-year boys his instincts nagged him, actually wasn't so bad. He gently squeezed Mile's hand in return, and didn't show any sign of letting go. The act remained unseen as the bubbles kept anything happening under water out of sight. Miles brought his and Nicholas's hands down onto his thigh and kept them there. Next he moved his right foot over to Nicholas's left foot so that in two places the boys were touching which for Nicholas for some reason started arising unknown and untried before passions in him. Of course, for Miles it was a deliberate ploy to act out his boy love desires. Miles's father could only imagine what was being played out under the water opposite him. "This is my best night in years," Nicholas said to his hosts, "and I would like to have more like this." "You're very welcome Nicholas, and we're very pleased to see you much happier now than when you first arrived after school," John responded. "Thanks, I think Miles and me will be good friends for a long time." Miles smiled at his friend proud that he had helped a friend in need. "I think it's time for supper," Marilyn suggested," because I'm getting hungry and the temperature is dropping." With that the hot tub inhabitants piled out and hastily wrapped large bath towels around themselves to protect them from the chill air before heading upstairs to shower. "You boys can shower together in our shower first, whilst we put supper out," Marilyn suggested, which Nicholas thought was very good of Miles's parents. He wished his parents were as sacrificial as his friend's. "This way," Miles instructed Nicholas, with Jake bringing up the rear, as they bound up the stairs to the master en-suite. Nicholas was again surprised, this time because Miles's younger brother was going to be included in the showering together and not rejected by his older brother. Arriving at the shower, Miles turned it on and set the temperature. "There's room for three in here," exclaimed Nicholas, "this is luxury you're so damn fortunate Miles!" "I know and we only have what we have because my parents have been fortunate and done well in their jobs," Miles explained, "plus me and Jake have had to sacrifice too as we when we've wanted to be with them, but they've had to work instead." Miles encouraged Jake to get in the shower first, then Nicholas, before he got in last. Nicholas was finding it hard not to stare at Jake's penis and the length of his foreskin overhanging the end of it. Unfortunately, he did stare too long and Miles noticed. "I guess you're jealous of what Jake's got," Miles said, "and I understand why." "What's Nicholas jealous of?" asked Jake obviously not having been involved with the events of earlier in the evening. "Look at Nicholas's penis and see what's different between you and him," Miles answered his young brother's question. "He hasn't got a foreskin," Jake answered feeling proud that one, he knew what the difference was, and two, what the proper terminology to use was. "That's right, while we've still got ours," Miles responded, "but your foreskin is longer than mine and that's why it hangs over the end of your penis a lot. That's what Nicholas is jealous of." "Jake, can I touch you?" Nicholas said striking up the courage as he wanted so badly to understand what he missed so badly in his life. Almost like a phantom amputation feeling. "Are you okay with that?" Miles intervened, at the same time understanding his friend's desire, but also wanting to be protective of his younger brother. "If I can touch Nicholas back, I'm okay with him touching me," Jake replied wanting the pleasure of both being touched and to touch. Nicholas knelt down to get a close up of Jake's boy member then took the puckered end of the foreskin between his thumb and forefinger. His desire of earlier on in the hot tub was answered. "It's so soft!" he said excitedly before pulling it back over Jake's glans, revealing the piss hole. "I bet you have to be very careful to keep yourself clean Jake." "My mum taught me to pull my foreskin back regularly to clean because she didn't want me to have an infection and have to have it removed. So yes, I am very careful." "Stand up Nicholas, `cause it's my turn to feel you." Nicholas stood up and allowed Jake to examine his penis. It was the second time that evening he had been touched. Watching all the touching that was going on resulted in Miles developing an erection which didn't go unnoticed by the other two boys. "Miles has got a stiffy," declared Jake grabbing his brother's now erect penis. "Hey, now who's getting jealous!" Miles teased back. "I'm not jealous `cause I can get one too if I really think about it," Jake said with earnestness, wrapping his right hand round his member to encourage it to grow. Nicholas did the same not wanting to be left out, and so all three boys eventually sported stiff's. One thing led to another and the boys started grabbing at each other with the result of the excitement being that Miles and Nicholas auto ejaculated a clear sticky fluid almost simultaneously. "Ahhh, I couldn't help it but I had to!" Nicholas cried out, "I'm very sorry I shouldn't have done that." "It's okay, it's okay Nicholas" reassured Miles his friend not for the first time tonight," it's what your body wants to do, so don't be ashamed of it but enjoy it. It's what's called an orgasm." Shortly after, Jake had his own dry orgasm as his body quaked and his penis twitched whilst watched by the other two. "We'd better get washed up otherwise we'll get yelled at for wasting water," Miles said. The three boys helped each other wash leaving no part of each other's bodies untouched. Miles took care of Jake washing him head to foot, including pulling his foreskin back to make sure he was clean there. Nicholas took the opportunity to explore his best friend, for the first time in his life feeling another boy's body all over. He took time to pay particular attention to Miles's genitals and between his legs. When they were finished, Miles turned the shower off and led his friend back to his room. "We can dry each other off," Miles said wrapping a large bath towel around Nicholas and proceeding to dry him from his hair down to his feet, being especially gentle with the boy's precious parts. In turn Nicholas did the same for Miles. "You can choose from my underwear drawer whatever you would like to wear," Miles instructed Nicholas, leading him to the drawer and opening it. "Wow, I can't believe how many different colour underpants you've got." "Some of them are boxer briefs and the smaller ones are ordinary brief's," Miles explained, "I wear boxer briefs in the winter, and the briefs in the summer so that they don't show when I'm in shorts. "I like those," Nicholas said, picking out a pair of boxer briefs with green material and red trim. "Okay, try them and see if they fit." The boy pulled the briefs on and found that they fit him snuggly and held his boy parts comfortably in the front of them. Miles chose a pair of translucent white boxer briefs which only just didn't quite reveal his genitals. "We only need to put on a tee shirt now to be ready for supper," Miles said finding one for himself and another for Nicholas from his wardrobe. The boys now dressed to a state that would meet approval for eating at the table headed downstairs. Supper was home cooked chicken with a crispy coating in a white sauce with sides of chunky chips and peas, and needless to say disappeared in short order. Desert was strawberry cheesecake with cream and disappeared equally as quick. Once the meal was finished the boys were tasked with the clearing up and loading the dishwasher which they were more than happy to do in appreciation of the efforts put in by Miles's parents. By now the time had got round to 9pm and John suggested that they all sit down and watch an hour long video which he had downloaded earlier. He and Marilyn claimed the three seater sofa and Jake slumped in one of the single easy chairs. Miles and Jake decided to enjoy the heated floor and laid out on large bean bags. The video turned out to be a documentary on a UK family of six including three boys and one girl with an age range of four to fourteen. It followed them as they enjoyed their first visit to a naturist camp in the south of France, and the challenges of converting a typical prudish English family to a cloth-less environment. It wasn't the sort of documentary that would ever be aired on British TV because it did not spare anything showing all the participants in their state of total nudity. I.e. children's genitals were not smudged out like they would be on mainstream TV. Marilyn made a comment along those lines when she said that smudging children's private parts to obscure them was totally silly because it made them look like they had bits missing. "Mum, can we take our clothes off?" Jake asked, not of course that anybody was dressed in much in any case, as tee-shirts and underwear only were the order of the day. Marilyn looked over to her husband to confirm approval which was duly given. After all, why watch other people being naked, and not be naked yourself! Jake removed his tee-shirt and white briefs and enjoyed being free of them. Miles and Nicholas followed suit. Attention turned back to the documentary which was showing a scene were the family members were being welcomed to the resort and then them undressing. Of course John and Miles being secret boy lovers, were particularly interested in watching as the boys in the family removed their shorts and underwear revealing various sizes of gentiles in relation to their age. Naturally they were shy and took some encouragement from the father. The film continued to follow the family throughout their week and their gradually conversion to having a clothing free attitude. A particularly interesting scene was after the family had swum naked for the first time in the resort pool. The comments from the family was how liberating it was to swim naked and how they wished they had done it before, and why had they allowed themselves to be so inhibited. Half way through the film it was paused so that hot chocolate and biscuits could be consumed. Nicholas couldn't help himself but steel a couple of glances toward Jake still being very envious of the ten year olds foreskin. At the end of the documentary the British family were completely won over even though they weren't quite sure how they would get their friends to join them in their liberated attitudes. Along with the States, the UK was the worst for prudism yet were full out promoting LGBTI. It just didn't make sense. "Time for bed everybody," John said, "and goodnight hugs." "Oh dad, can't we stay up longer?" Miles queried his dad. "I'm sure you two will have more than enough to talk about in bed before you crash out," John declined the request, "beside which it's being a very emotional evening for our guest." "Who's first for a hug then?" Jake was first to his feet and went to his dad and wrapped his arms around him. John in turn held his younger son rubbing his back and kissing the top of his head. "Love you very much dad," Jake said and his father in turn expressed how much he loved him then let him go with a final rub of his son's right buttock. Miles was next and the same sentiments and thoughts were exchanged before he too received a rub of his right buttock. "Nicholas, it's your choice if you would like to receive a goodnight hug," John gave the boy the option. Even at the end of the day, Nicholas was still being surprised by this family's actions. He thought he had nothing to lose; he may never have the option again to receive a naked skin to skin hug. "I want a hug," he affirmed and submitted himself to John's body, feeling himself being drawn tight into him as they wrapped arms around each other. Just this simple action caused his emotions to arise again and he found himself having to fight them to keep them in check. John sensed the trembling in the boy's body but decided that now was too late in the evening to set off another ministry session. "I love you too in the same way I love my boys," John encouraged Nicholas rubbing his back then his right buttock. "We've got time in the morning to spend with you so sleep well." John had developed a real attachment for his son's friend and as much as he was attracted to him physically as a boy lover, he was desperate to feed the boy emotional love to help him in his hour of need. He did not want Nicholas to turn into a US style High School shooter because of hate and bitterness enveloping him. All three boys then received hugs from Marilyn, but without the buttock rubs, before taking their naked bodies upstairs to their beds. What they had forgotten was to pick up their tee-shirts and underwear so it was left to John to clear them up and deliver them to their respective owners. He carefully folded each item taking time to hold them in turn to his nose to take in each boy's odour, and imagining how each boy looked in them. By the time he reached the boy's bedrooms they were already in bed, with Miles sharing his three quarter size double bed with Nicholas. "You forgot something," he said putting the clothes on top of the chest of drawers. "Thanks dad," Miles said with just a little embarrassment in his voice. "You have a wonderful family, Miles," Nicholas said before letting go a yawn. "Sleep well friend," Miles responded before closing his eyes. Both boys fell into a deep sleep just as John suspected they might without much talking. During the night Miles found his sleep disturbed by what he fought was an earthquake in his dreams, but struggling to opening his eyes he saw his bed companion sobbing deeply. He moved closer to him so that their naked bodies touched and put his arms round him. "Nicholas, it's okay, I'm here for you my friend," "Sorry, so sorry, I didn't mean to, I didn't." Nicholas cried out but Miles realised his friend was in the midst of a nightmare." Miles continued to hold his friend, desperate for him to waken out of whatever it was he dreaming about. It took a full five minutes before Nicholas woke and come to the realisation a bad memory he had long ago buried had surfaced. "Whoa," that was bad," he tremored. "What was?" It came clear to Nicholas what had caused him such anguish in his sleep. "It was three years ago when my younger sister scalded herself with a hot drink, which my parents thought I'd left in her reach, but it wasn't me it was my older sister." "But you got the blame," Miles clarified for him, "which was obviously wrong." "You know, I think my parents like my sisters more than me," Nicholas sobbed. "That's so wrong, are you sure?" Miles responded. "It's just the little things that show it, like they get the better clothes, and well, you've seen my underwear." "I think your parents need as much help as you do," Miles advised, "and I'll talk to my parents. Anyway I love you so please remember that." "You love me but isn't that gay?" "No, why shouldn't friends love each other without it being that way." Miles took Nicholas's head in his hands and planted a kiss solidly on his friend's lips. Instantly Nicholas's eyes flicked fully open in shock. "You just kissed me!" "Shhh, not too loud," Miles whispered, "you can kiss me back if you like." Out of confusion, or out of wanting to please his friend Nicholas did just that. It was a sensual awakening for both boys and one they couldn't resist continuing. The taboo that thirteen-year boys don't kiss each other was broken. Having done it once, Nicholas found himself kissing his friend on the lips again but not a quick one this time but a prolonged puckered one. It was Miles's turn to be surprised as he felt Nicholas's lips on his own for more than just a quick peck. In return, he reached down under the duvet and took hold of his friend's flaccid penis. "Ooh!" exclaimed Nicholas releasing the kiss, realising that his best friend had taken hold of his boy member, "I'm very awake now." Miles pushed his lips against Nicholas's again whilst continuing to hold the boy's cock. Nicholas hesitantly reached his hand out under the duvet to find Miles's penis and when he did he found that it was erect. With lips and cocks engaged, both boy's desires were fully awakened and would not be satisfied until fulfilled. Miles from the angle of him being a boy lover and Nicholas having been starved of love, needing to be loved. Kicking the duvet off to reveal their pre-adolescent bodies, Miles sought to give what Nicholas needed to receive. He started by pushing his tongue between Nicholas's lips and entering into his mouth. Letting go of his friend down below, he wrapped his arms around him and drew their bodies tight together. That resulted in their boy member's becoming squashed together adding even more to the new sensations they were feeling. Nicholas taken aback by the intrusion into his mouth pulled back. "I want to play with your dick, Miles," he said, even taking himself by surprise. "And I want to do the same, so why don't we go head to tail," Miles responded knowing that the proper term was `69'ing. He released Nicholas from his hold and turned his body round so that his friend's stiff member was directly in front of his face. "Wow, your pee slit is right in front of my eyes," Miles declared, then he remembered something his dad had taught him not so long ago. That was to always ask permission rather than plough straight in so that you knew the other person was okay with whatever it was you wanted to do. "Can I suck you Nicholas?" he asked his friend not quite believing that in his personal love for boys for the first time he was going to get to do something he wanted to do for some time. "If you really want to," Nicholas responded, "but only if I get to do you." "Okay, that's fair enough." So for the first time in their lives, they opened their mouths and tentatively wrapped their lips around a penis. For Nicholas of course there was more to investigate as he moved his friend's foreskin around with his tongue, whilst Miles sucked straight onto Nicholas's bare glans. He couldn't resist putting his tongue directly into the pee slit pushing the opening apart. Nicholas felt his flesh being interfered with and it stung a little bit as that intimate part of the body was not used to coming into contact with anything other than pee or cum. His friend's foreskin was an incredible piece of skin which with his lips he rolled back over the glans, so that as Miles's had done to him, he could get his tongue into the pee slit. The sound of movement across the corridor brought the boys back down to a bump as Miles scurried to turn around and get the duvet cover back over their bodies. "Wow, that was awesome!" Nicholas whispered, "we've got to do that again." "Yeah, shame we got disturbed but now I'm tired and need to sleep." With that the boys shifted their bodies until they were comfortable then succumbed to the needs of sleep. As the next morning was Saturday, the whole family including an adopted extra son slept later than usual. John and Marilyn were up first and both of them dressed simply in just jogging bottoms and tee shirts with no underwear. Preparing breakfast involved cereals, orange juice, bacon and scrambled eggs. "Time to wake some sleepy heads," John said as he headed back up stairs to stir three boys who were making his weekend special, rather than the usual two. First he went to Jake's room and gently roused him by gently shaking his naked shoulder and planting a kiss on his forehead. "Ugh, what's that smell?" as a ten-year old befuddled brain tried to wake itself from sleep and reacquaint itself with the real world. "That is your breakfast calling you, Jake," John said. Seeing a bare foot sticking out from under the duvet, he grasped it and give it a tickle. The foot rapidly retracted itself and its owner squealed. "Dad I'll get you for that!" Jake shouted and at the same time dived out of his bed to attack his father. John was delighted that he was being pummelled by his naked younger son and scooped him up in his arms to blow a raspberry on his stomach. This of course brought him close to Jake's flaccid three-inch boy member and smooth tucked up scrotum. A boy lovers delight! He carried the boy to the bathroom and dropped him on his feet in front of the toilet. "Special delivery requiring service!" John spoke to the ceramic convenience which brought a laugh from Jake. "Tee-shirt and underpants please when you come down for breakfast." John left Jake to deliver his overnight waste stream and headed to Mile's bedroom. The two thirteen-year olds were already in the process of waking up, but nevertheless John kissed both of them on their foreheads. He didn't want to treat Nickolas any different from his own son. "Time for breakfast boys. Hope you managed to get some sleep last night. Oh, by the way, Tee-shirts and underpants will be okay for breakfast." John instructed. The boy's couldn't stop laughing on hearing what Miles's father had told them "Dad, do you realise what you've just said?" Miles giggled, "you want us to eat our Tee-shirts and underpants for breakfast!" John suddenly twigged as to what he'd unintentionally told the boys to do. "Oh, pants, did I really say that?" which then had all three of them in stitches. "I think I'd prefer something more digestible," Nicholas responded after recovering from the hilarity. John left the room smiling to himself pleased that he'd got the boys day off to a good start. He would actually have liked to stay in the room as the boys got themselves sorted out, but didn't want to push his luck too far. A short time later the family were all together round the breakfast bar enjoying each other's company. During the banter that passed between them John explained the plan for the morning, acknowledging the fact that Nicholas was due home by 1pm. "Jake, mum and dad are going to be with Nicholas this morning along with Miles. I would like for you to spend the morning in your room doing whatever you want to do. I know you'd prefer to be with us, but I'll make it up to you this afternoon. Oh, and don't worry if you hear any shouting because it's just something that may happen." "Okay dad," Jake responded, "I'll look forward to this afternoon then and I know Nicholas needs our help, right?" Nicholas thanked Jake for giving up his morning with his father, and hoped he wouldn't scare him as didn't know what was coming." Once again the boys mucked in to clear the breakfast things away and load the dishwasher. Marilyn presented Miles and Nicholas with their freshly laundered and ironed clothes she had somehow found time to do. "Thanks Marilyn, that's really kind of you," Nicholas feeling overwhelmed by the hospitality he had enjoyed since arriving yesterday. "Thinking of clothes, why don't you ask your mum to give you a clothing allowance so that you buy your own," Marilyn suggested. "I'm sure Miles would give you some of the clothes he doesn't wear much but then your parents would wonder where they came from." "That's a brilliant idea, Mum," Miles said, "then he can buy some proper underpants and not risk being made fun of in the changing room." Nicholas blushed at the very thought of his friend discussing his underwear with his mother. He didn't need to blush of course because Marilyn in her job had seen plenty of children's underwear, and of course she had should washed his boring shorts. Seeing Nicholas blushing she said, "Seen it all before, including you." Jake disappeared off to his bedroom and closed the door before him before removing his tee shirt and white trimmed red briefs that he'd put on for breakfast. It felt good to be naked and not bound by clothes. The rest of the family, plus one, headed into the lounge to spend quality time with their thirteen-year old guest. The boys took up position on the bean bags whilst the parents sat on the sofa. "Nicholas, this is your time and you know you are safe here, yes?" John started off the conversation. "Yes, I know and I'm very thankful for you all." John then asked Nicholas about his family history or as much as he knew of it to get a context of how Nicholas had grown up. He followed up by asking what were the good times and the bad times in his life "My mother's parents are very good to me and I feel more loved by them than by my own family so always enjoy going to visit them. The worst time in my life was when my younger sister was born and she had a difficult time coming out. I suppose it was right my sister got so much attention but I just felt abandoned during her first year of life." "Last night, Miles said to me you woke up crying in the night. Can you tell me what you think made you cry?" Nicholas explained just he had done to Miles about the incident with the hot drink and how he felt his parents loved his sisters more than him, if at all. "How does that make you feel, Nicholas?" It was an obvious question to ask and an equally obvious that came back but it needed to asked to bring things in to the open. "Angry, hurt, lonely." "How do you deal with those feelings?" "I guess I don't. I just stuff them deep down inside me because they are too painful if I let them get out." "Nicholas, what you are feeling is called `rejection'. Everybody that was created needs to feel wanted, accepted and loved, but everybody at some stage in their lives suffers knock backs. It is not good and it won't do you any good to keep those feelings buried because they will fester and poison your emotions and even hurt you physically. Can you understand what I'm explaining?" "Yes, it does help, I am understanding." "It's not all bad news though, because once those feelings are emptied out, the space left behind must be filled with good feelings. Or the bad feelings will come back even worse. It is going to be painful getting rid of those bad feelings and it's something you may have keep on practising but eventually one day you will wake up and they will all be distant memories." "Can I get rid of those bad feelings now, I just want them to go away." Nicholas's voice began to tremble at the thought of what he would have to go through in the process. "We can start this morning. Please know you're safe here; we won't let you come to any harm. Do you feel safe?" Marilyn asked wanting to confirm Nicholas felt safe. The hospitality and care they had shown him was designed to do just that. "Miles will be alongside you, if you need to hold on to him. He does understand that there are children much less fortunate than him and Jake who need help, and how to bring healing to them. "Nicholas, we'll start by dealing with the incident with the hot drink and what happened afterward. Can you go back to that time, tell us again what happened, but this time just don't tell what happened but let the feelings come to the surface so that they won't be pushed back down again." Nicholas did just as he was asked, and as he did so Miles reached across and held his hand. As he began to tell the story which happened when he was about six or so he thought, he felt himself welling up inside. "Don't hold back, let the feelings go they're not worth anything to you," encouraged John. Finally, when he got to the part where he felt rejected by his parents for something he had not done, it was too much for him and his emotions took hold of him. He sprawled out on the bean bag, and started flinging his limbs everywhere. Miles moved away to avoid being kicked. "Go on Nicholas," the boy felt a distant voice say to him, "kick and scream as much as you want to until it's gone." It was Miles that said it. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you," he screamed out, "I haaaate you!" Tears flowed freely down Nicholas's cheeks but he didn't care. This went on for a good ten, fifteen minutes before he started to slow down, his energies expended and his voice hoarse. Eventually, his body stilled but the tears kept coming. Marilyn got up to fetch the boy some cold water. Miles got close to his buddy again, sat him up, held him close and passed him the water to drink. For quite some time, there was silence whilst the boy continued to sob, before he put the glass to his lips and sipped some of the refreshingly cold water. His borrowed tee-shirt and underpants were wet with his sweat and during the rolling around, they had become twisted and uncomfortable. Without a thought, he put his right hand inside the boxer briefs and adjusted his penis and testicles so that they lay comfortably once again. Because they were tight fitting he felt secure in them and it was security he needed. "How are you feeling now?" John asked, knowing that he would feel empty. "Better, thank you, I didn't know I was that angry and it was so good to let it out," Nicholas replied quietly. "Now what needs to happen is for that anger to be replaced with love and respect for who you are as a person," John explained, "Why don't you come and sit on my lap just like a six-year old boy would and know a father's love. Nicholas got to his feet and sat on his friend's father's lap which was something he'd not done in too many years with his own father. John enveloped the boy in his arms and held him tightly. As he did so the boy began sobbing again but this time the emotions were good ones as he allowed himself to be a six-year old boy again and receive a father' love for his child. Nicholas had become an honoury son of John. John kissed the boy on his head, and on his forehead, and very surprisingly received one back on his cheek. "You are Nicholas, you are precious, you are precious to Miles as his best and closest friend, and you are precious to this family as an adopted son. You may not think it, but you are precious to your family too, it's just they need help to show you it physically. As you feel confident, give your family hugs and hopefully they will respond to their son's love." "Thank you, all of you," Nicholas responded as he got up and went to give Miles a prolonged hug. "I'm so glad I met you at school." Breaking the hug, he kissed Miles on his lips in an open display of affection. John and Marilyn both smiled at the bonding going on in front of their eyes. Marilyn received her hug and held him tightly as Nicholas lost himself in her un-haltered breasts. "Well, time has gone, we all need a shower and then it will be time to take you home Nicholas." The family split up and went for their showers and to get dressed for the day. Miles and Nicholas shared the small shower together and washed and dried each other all over. That was probably enough sensual action for that day given what Nicholas had gone through. As for getting dressed, he asked if it would be alright to keep the blue boxer briefs he had so much enjoyed wearing, rather than returning to the boring white shorts which totally left him feel insecure down there. Miles agreed and in exchange he would keep his friend's white boxer shorts. He dressed in the underwear he'd had breakfast in earlier in the day plus some casual clothes. From his bag Nicholas retrieved a pair of jeans, white socks, white tee-shirt and blue hoodie. He'd have to make do with his school shoes as he was ashamed to bring his old tatty trainers. "Jake, are you coming for the ride and some lunch in town after we've dropped Nicholas off," John asked his younger son through his bedroom door. It was more of a command of course than a request. "Of course. Is Nicholas better now?" Jake answered opening the door in his birthday suit. "You can ask him yourself because here he is." Miles and Nicholas were just on the way out of Miles's bedroom, and both of them couldn't help but look in Jake's direction and take in the sight of the totally naked eleven-year old. "I'm fine," Nicholas replied with a smile on his face for more than just one reason, "I hope I didn't frighten you too much." "No you didn't, I had my headphones on." "And nothing else by the looks of it," Miles laughed, "as I'm not going into town with a naked brother so put some clothes on!" Jake retreated into his room to pull on some clothes whilst the boys went downstairs to put their shoes on. In the reverse of what happened when he arrived, Miles put his friend's shoes on for him and tied them with a double bow. Shortly after all five of them climbed into the Range Rover and made their way to Nicholas's home to drop him off. "See you on Monday Miles," as the car pulled up outside his house, "and thank you for my best ever sleep over." "Remember what we said, Nicholas. Try and show your family some physical affection and hopefully they will start to open up to you. When you're ready we'll counsel you some more as you need it." John said as he leaned over his seat as Nicholas got out. Miles and Jake waved at Nicholas as he opened his front door. "Well, Jake the afternoon is yours, what would you like to do?" asked his father honouring the promise he had made to him earlier. "Could I have some counselling too?" he asked with a cheeky grin on his face. "Whatever for?" Marilyn asked. "Because my parents have always been so good to me and are so nice, I just can't cope with it!" All four of them laughed and John and Marilyn blushed with their son's affirmation of their parenting of him. "That goes for me too," Miles said, "thank you."