My Life in Stages, Part 3

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"Sorry about that, Eli," Isaac said as he strode back in to the room. "I had to do `Daddy Duty.'"

I chuckled at the situation. A few minutes ago, a 14-year-old nude boy walked in to the room after being told to take a shower.

"Umm...Dad..." Jack said, standing in the doorway to the living room, completely open and unashamed of his body. "We are out of shampoo in our bathroom. Where is the shampoo you bought yesterday?"

I couldn't help it. I was a little taken aback by the presence of the nude boy, but not at all upset by it. His body was beautiful. It was smooth, athletic, and very well proportioned. Soft pink nipples stuck out from his pale flesh and, as I glanced further downward, I could see the beginnings of hair starting to sprout around a piece of equipment he obviously inherited from his father.

"Oh! Sorry, baby," Isaac said, jumping off the couch. "I think I put yours in my bathroom by mistake. I'll go get it for you."

Isaac walked calmly out of the living room, sidestepping his nude son and giving his bare butt a fatherly smack. It was in that moment that I realized two things. First, nudity was obviously not an issue among the Matthews. Second, Jack had completely forgotten that he was nude.

"Sorry, Eli," Jack said quietly, his hands moving to cover his package. "I kinda forgot...I didn't mean to..." He trailed off, starting to blush a little. I worried that he thought he had offended me.

"Don't worry, Jack," I said as warmly as I could. "I'm a boy too, so it doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother you."

That seemed to warm him up. He removed his hands and let his body be openly viewed once again. He smiled at me and gave his hips a small shake back and forth. This caused his cock to flop against one thigh first then the other. He smirked up at me.

"Thanks, Eli!" he said brightly. He then turned on his heels and headed back down the hallway.

Now that Isaac was back on the sofa, one son in the shower and the other two having a furious one-on-one battle on a racing game, I began to get the sneaking suspicion that there was more to the relationship between Isaac and his sons that I knew about. I also was now feeling a very tight feeling in my pants as a result of both Isaac's attention and Jack's sudden youthful nudity.

"That...that takes me back," I said to him, referencing Jack and his exhibitionism.

"Sorry about that, Eli," Isaac said, apologetically. "After what my father put me through as a kid, and how you, your dad, and Coach Anderson helped me out of it, I promised I'd never make my boys feel even a single moment's shame or awkwardness about their bodies. I've raised them, from day one, to understand that their bodies are beautiful and they should never be embarrassed or ashamed of what they have. Nudity isn't a big deal in our house."

"I think that's great!" I said, meaning every bit of it. "I remember what your father did to you, and I think it's great that you're keeping Jack, Nolan, and Levi happy with their bodies."

"Thanks! That actually means a lot to me to hear that. A lot of people don't understand. I'm glad you do."

"Of course I do. I know what life was like for you as a kid."

"To be honest," he said, hesitating slightly, "we actually are nude most of the time we are at home. The boys...well, the boys and I...only put on clothes tonight because you were coming over. We didn't want to freak you out with the normal `Matthews parade of penis.'"

This caused him to smile and, for the first time, Levi to pipe up from the floor.

"Ha! Penis!" Levi said, giggling to himself.

"I love my penis!" Nolan chimed in, not to be outdone in the humor department by his twin brother.

"Yes, Nolan," Isaac said, chuckling, "we all know how much you love your penis."

Turning to me, he added "the little bugger can't keep his hands off his penis when he's nude."

"Oh yeah?" Nolan said, taking a mock-threatening tone, "Well you can't keep your hands off my penis either, Daddy!"

Isaac froze, the color draining from his face as the sudden pronouncement from his son filled the room, bounced off the walls, and settled squarely in the middle of the room, refusing to be ignored.

There was that damned boy code again. The same unspoken code that kept us from acknowledging that we checked out each other's bodies in junior high kept us from acknowledging a well-known truth. Boys are sexual. The second a boy starts to get hard-ons, his brain becomes rewired and so much of his thought process gets redirected from the head upstairs to its downstairs counterpart. Men are just as sexual, though a bit more discerning about what they will stick their dicks in to. So, when women are removed from the equation, boys will explore their bodies together, regardless of age. It's a well-known phenomenon, men and boys being sexual with one another. But, that boy code prohibits it from being discussed.

Fucking boy code. It's like every boy on Earth wants to feel like his sexual exploration is unique, special, and secret. He knows that it's not, but he feels he is social obligated to help uphold that illusion for other boys. It's an idiotic, pointless, and never-ending cycle of mutually-shared delusions.

In my own estimation, the boy code can be broken down in to three categories in terms of adherents. First, there are men and boys who will openly comment on each other's packages, fool around with each other without secrecy, and not bat an eye at hearing that other men and boys have had their fun. I fall in to this category.

Second, come the middle group. This group is comprised of the men and boys who enjoy their sexuality and the sexuality of others. They enjoy looking at another nude male. They are taught by the older generation, and then teach the younger generation, what it is to have and please a cock. But, they won't acknowledge this outside of those people engaged in the exploration with them. Isaac, it would seem, has found himself in this group. This is a step forward for him.

Finally, there are the die-hard prudes. This is the group who very pointedly reject all notion of sexuality being anything but a private, if not downright shameful, affair. They will not be nude in front of others. They will not explore their sexuality anywhere but behind a locked door. And, most damaging of all, they often find themselves stuck with rigid ideas of what it means to be a man or a boy. This can lead to contempt, anger, and shame being heaped upon those who don't think, look, or act like they do. Isaac's father, sadly, would have been this group's king.

If I had to count, I'd say it's a nearly a two-way tie between the second and third groups for who has the most believers. Those in the first category, like me? Well, we are small in number and usually keep quiet about sex and sexuality in the presence of non-likeminded men. It's a respect thing, I suppose.

Knowing that Isaac was now like a deer caught in the headlights, his boy code having been violated so openly by his son, I decided to ease the tension.

"Well, Nolan," I said calmly, taking a sip of my wine, "if your penis is anything like your dad's or Jack's, I don't blame you or your dad for wanting to touch it as much as possible!"

"Nah," he said matter-of-factly. "Mine isn't as big as theirs."

"Well, whatever size it is, it's perfect as it is."

"Ha, Levi! My penis is perfect!" Nolan shouted at his twin brother triumphantly, as though there were some sort of unspoken competition between the two of them.

"Yeah, well," Levi said dismissively, "so is mine...so shut up."

"Well, Eli didn't say your penis is perfect. He said my penis is perfect. So, I win!"

This could not stand, apparently. Levi hopped to his feet and, in one swift motion, lowered his pajama pants to the floor. I notice that going commando also runs in this family.

"Eli, is my penis perfect?" he asked, jutting his hips forward unashamed.

I pretended to consider this for a moment, as if I was being asked a very difficult question. Of course, the answer was yes. But, Levi apparently wanted a "whose penis is best" competition with his brother, so I had to play along like it was an agonizing decision. I did note that Levi's penis was not as large as Jack's is now, or as Isaac's had been at the same age. It was beautiful, though. It was soft at the moment, circumcised (another Matthews family trait), hairless, and looked so flawlessly beautiful that it could have been air-brushed.

"Yes, Levi," I said warmly, "your penis is perfect!"

"Ha, yourself!" Levi said to his brother, turning to point his package toward the boy. "Mine is perfect!"

Nolan seemed to think for a moment, then dropped and stepped completely out of his pajama bottoms. Like his brother, he jutted his hips my direction.

"Whose is more perfect, Eli?" he asked, upping the ante on their twin-fueled competition.

I couldn't help it, I laughed. The site in front of me was truly a sight to behold. Levi stood with his hands on his hips, his pants at his ankles, staring at me. Nolan was in a similar pose, his hips pushed forward and his pants kicked aside. A penis-based standoff was happening in front of me.

I looked closely at Nolan's package. They may have been fraternal twins who shared very little in common above the waist, but below the waist they were nearly identical in size, smoothness, and pure boyhood beauty.

"Well, I'd say it's a tie. You both have wonderful, perfect penises" I declared, awarding first prize to the two of them to share.

"Jesus! What did I miss?" Jack's voice called from the doorway. He was wrapped in a towel, his hair still damp from the shower.

Jack looked confused. Levi and Nolan looked pleased with themselves. Isaac looked like he was going to pass out. I, on the other hand, couldn't help but smile.

*****

"Isaac, can I ask you a question?"

Isaac and I were sitting on my bedroom floor over Christmas break. His parents had gone out of town to visit a distant, but very ill, relative. Since Isaac hadn't met the woman before, and since my parents had grown to love Isaac as an extra son, they agreed that he could stay with us for the few days they would be in Texas.

"Sure," he said, his hands flying over the buttons of my PlayStation controller.

"Remember a couple months ago? That thing with Coach Anderson, when you said your dad called you a freak?"

Isaac paused his game, placing the controller on the floor and staring at the carpet.

"Yeah...I guess..."

"Why did he do that?"

Isaac seemed to think for a moment. Whether it was to figure out an answer or to decide whether or not to answer, I wasn't sure. I worried that I had crossed a line, asked a question that I shouldn't have asked.

"My dad's an asshole," he finally said, softly but surely.

"But, why would he call you a freak? Especially about your dick?"

"He's just mad because my penis is bigger than his...or that's my guess."

"You're bigger than your dad?!" I had seen my own dad, my older brother, and half a dozen male family members from uncles to cousins naked. I wasn't the smallest (that would be my cousin, Brett). But, I sure wasn't bigger than the adults.

"Yeah. His dick's okay, but it's not very big. He used to like walk around naked in the house...until I started doing it too. My dick is bigger so he called me a freak, and then started making fun of me...and my penis. Then I wasn't allowed to be naked at home."

He said this without much emotion. I could tell that it hurt him, that he was angry at his dad, but at the same time it was like he had resigned himself to the situation. He had accepted that his dad was jealous and took that jealousy out on him.

"One time, in fifth grade, his boss invited me and him to his house for a barbecue and to swim in his pool. He has a pool, a hot tub, a sauna...all sorts of stuff. Dad, me, his boss, and the boss's son were all sitting in the sauna after the sun went down, just wearing towels. My towel slipped when I stood up to go get something to drink, and they saw my dick."

"That sucks!" I said, remembering how shy Isaac was in the locker room. That had to be humiliating.

"Yeah, it did. But, the boss and his son didn't say anything. I mean, I know they saw it and looked at it. I saw the son staring at it. But, they were nice and didn't say anything. Then dad goes `yep, get a load of my freak son with his mutant cock!' They laughed, and I ran out of the room. Dad yelled at me later and grounded me for two weeks for embarrassing him in front of his boss."

"Wait...because you left after he made fun of you?!"

"Yeah...or `cuz the boss saw my dad naked and dad was embarrassed that his son was bigger."

I laughed a bit at that, but it was apparently only funny to me. Isaac just continued staring at the floor.

"My dad sucks. I hate him," Isaac said, making it clear in that little phrase that this was the end of the conversation. He went back to his game. I shut up.

That night, we took our bath together. Mom was at my aunt's house for some stupid girls' night thing and my older brother was spending the night at his friend's house, so it was just me, Isaac, and my dad. Mom and Dad had installed a whirlpool tub in their bathroom, and Dad decided that Isaac and I could use it while he cleaned up downstairs and ordered pizza for us.

He drew the water for us, turned on the bubbles, and chatted with us for a while the tub filled. He talked about the movies he rented for us to watch, the toppings we wanted on our pizza, and that if we were really good he'd give each of us a beer. It was nonalcoholic beer that Dad had bought just for tonight, but it was still cool as hell to seventh grade boys.

When the tub was filled, I started to undress. I slipped out of my shorts and t-shirt, shucked my briefs in short order, and started to climb in to the tub while Dad picked up the clothing. Isaac, however, just froze. He had long ago gotten used to being naked with me, and the session with Coach Anderson had helped. But, he had a long way to go before he would fully accept his body and be free with letting others see it.

"Something wrong, kiddo?" Dad asked, turning to face Isaac.

"I just...I can take my bath later. It's okay," Isaac replied, obviously looking for an excuse.

"Nonsense! This tub is big enough for four people. You and Eli won't fill even half of it. There's plenty of room, so off with the clothing!" Dad smiled and waved his hand like a king issuing a command, a silly and fun way he would give orders without seeming like it was an order.

"I...I don't..." he stuttered, his breathing intensifying.

"Isaac, son, what is it?" Dad asked, genuine concern on his face. He knelt down on the floor in front of my friend, his hand gently placed on the boy's shoulders.

Isaac started to cry, tears coming down his face quickly. Getting naked in front Dad was obviously too much for him, memories of his own father's humiliation spreading rapidly through his heart and brain.

Dad moved over to the edge of the tub, sitting down and pulling Isaac close. There, he held Isaac in his arms and between his legs, comforting him and letting him cry. He was more of a father to Isaac in that moment than the boy's own father had ever been.

"Isaac," he said, pulling the boy back a bit so they could look each other in the eye, "is there a reason you don't want to take your clothes off around me?"

"Dad," I said, speaking up for a boy that I knew was too shy to speak up for himself. "Isaac's dad makes fun of his...penis."

"What?" Dad asked, a flash of anger quickly crossing, and then disappearing from, his face. Quickly, he regained his composure and returned to the calm, caring, father that I knew. "Is that true Isaac? Does your dad make fun of your penis?"

Isaac stared at Dad for a long moment, his lip quivering. Then, he just nodded before completely breaking down again. Dad pulled him in to another long hug before separating again and getting a bit more serious.

"Isaac, that's terrible. And I am so sorry to hear that has happened to you. But, you know you can trust me and trust Eli, right? We love you, and you're like a son to me. I promise I will never make fun of you, not even for a second."

Isaac nodded again, looked over at me, and then down at the floor.

"Buddy," Dad said to him, standing up and taking ahold of his hand, "can you do something for me? Please?"

"What do I need to do?"

"First, you need to trust me. I care about you and want nothing, and I mean nothing, but the best for you. Can you trust me?"

"I...I trust you, Mr. Franklin."

"No, no. Not `Mr. Franklin.' You can call me Joe. But, if you don't like that, you can call me `Dad' or `Daddy' if you like. It's up to you."

"Okay..." Isaac started, considering his options. "Okay, Joe."

"Good, that's better." Dad smiled wide. He was making progress with Isaac, and he could tell. "Now, the second thing I want you to do will require you to be brave for me, okay buddy? Can you do that? Can you brave for me?"

"I can be brave for you, Joe," Isaac said, still a tremor in his voice.

"Okay, then why don't you go ahead and get undressed. Take off all your clothes for me."

It was obvious that Isaac knew that was coming. Yet, to his credit, he was very brave. He didn't complain, or whine, or cry any more. He hesitated for a few seconds, and then stripped his t-shirt off. After another moment to steel his nerves, he unbuttoned his jeans and stepped out of him. Like usual, he was commando.

He stood naked in front of my father, who had retaken his place right on the edge of the tub. Dad pulled Isaac close, his face now only inches from the boy's nude body. Very tenderly and gently, Dad ran his soft hands over Isaac's chest, over his flat belly which still had its peach fuzz hair, and then down to his smooth crotch. Slowly and lovingly, Dad picked up Isaac's limp cock, examined it, and placed it back down.

Standing up, he held Isaac's hand and led him a few steps over to the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. He stood Isaac in front of it so the boy could see his full body. Then, he took up a position behind him, his hands on the boy's shoulders.

"Isaac, tell me what you see when you look at yourself."

"I...I don't know. Me...a freak..." A few tears ran down his cheek.

"Well, do you know what I see? I see a beautiful young boy. I see a head (he ruffled Isaac's hair) with a big brain it; a very smart boy. I see a chest, (he ran his hand over Isaac's bare chest) which has enormous, kind, gentle heart inside. I see a tummy, (he tickled Isaac's belly, causing the boy to laugh) that can eat an entire large pepperoni pizza on his own. And I see a penis (he gently lifted up Isaac's heavy equipment and started to stroke it back and forth, slowly and lovingly) that makes you a boy. It will one day make you a man. One day, maybe it will make you a father. And I think it's a perfectly beautiful penis, that any boy should be proud of."

Isaac smiled and moaned slightly, and I noticed that his dick was getting hard under my dad's caress.

"All of this, from your head to your toes...and yes, including your penis, whether it's hard or soft...is beautiful and makes you who you are. Don't ever be ashamed of who you are, buddy. Here, in this house, you are always safe. Always!"

He released Isaac and turned him around. Isaac hugged Dad hard, his hard boyhood pressing deeply in to my dad's thigh. Dad hugged him back, reaching down to gently rub Isaac's bare butt while he did it. He then bent down and kissed Isaac tenderly on the forehead.

"I love you, Isaac. Now, go get in the tub with Eli. I think he's getting lonely in there."

Isaac hopped in the tub with me, obviously feeling much better about himself. As Dad closed the door to leave us to talk and play in the tub, Isaac stopped him.

"Thank you. And..." he blushed a bit, and looked over at Dad. "...I love you too, Daddy."

Dad smiled, and closed the door.