My Life in Stages, Part 4

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"Dad, I didn't think...I mean, you said with Eli here..." Jack started, but trailed off. He0 was obviously confused by the fact that his brothers were standing exposed, their boyhoods mere inches from my face.

Isaac sighed, looking at me apprehensively. He was unsure of how I would react, I could tell. Though he had come a long way since childhood, he still wasn't entirely comfortable when it came to addressing nudity and sexuality outside of a select group. As children, I was a part of that group. As an adult, I apparently had to earn my way back in. I understood that. It had been nearly 15 years since we had seen each other. That is bound to make people wonder how much someone else had changed.

"Jack," I said, addressing the boy while his father groped his own mind for the right words to address the situation, "do you, your brothers, and your dad normally stay naked when you are at home?"

Jack turned bright red, probably thinking that this was some sort of trap or that admitting it would make me storm out of the house.

"Uh...well...sometimes..." was all he could stammer out as he nervously eyed his father and his younger brothers.

"Don't worry, Jack. It's okay. I am normally naked at home too. I only put on clothes when I have to leave the house. So, if you and your brothers want to be naked...and if it is okay with your dad...then it does not bother me at all."

Jack looked to Isaac for a clue as to how to respond. The twins smiled and took that as an okay, stripping off what tiny amounts still covered them. Isaac just looked at me and mouthed "thank you."

"It's okay, Jack," Isaac finally said to his eldest. "You can be naked. If Eli doesn't mind, then I won't say no."

Jack seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as he dropped his towel, letting his sizable 14-year-old boyhood swing free. He then walked back toward the bathroom to hang up his wet towel.

"What about you and Eli, Daddy?" Levi asked, picking up his now-discarded pajama bottoms and tossing them on an empty chair. "Are you two going to get naked too?"

"Yeah, come on! You guys need to be naked with us!" Nolan piped in, tossing his pajamas on to the pile his brother started.

"They're right, you know," Jack said, a slightly mischievous grin crossing his face as he reentered the room. His thick teenage cock had plumped up slightly in the last few moments since the towel came off.

"Boys," Isaac began, somewhat sternly. "It's all well and good for us to be naked around the house whenever we want, but I don't think that Eli wants to..." He stopped short. I was already ahead of him.

I had stood and started unbuttoning my shirt as soon as Nolan had added in his two cents. Isaac had been so flustered and distracted that he hadn't noticed. He looked up at me, eyes wide with surprise.

"Hey, when in Rome, right?" I asked, tossing my shirt on to the pile of pajama bottoms and reaching for my belt. I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, and let them drop to the floor. Then, my eyes locked on Isaac, I pulled my briefs down in one swift movement, exposing my seven-inch cut cock. It was already semi-erect, giving it a beautiful, thick, plump look. I stepped out of my clothes completely and tossed everything on to the growing pile of clothing in the chair and sat back down on the couch.

Nolan and Levi high-fived each other and then me. Obviously, this pair reveled in being nude and seeing other men and boys nude too. To them, what I had just done cemented a positive reputation in their pubescent minds.

"Come on, Isaac," I said, spreading my legs a bit so the entire room could get a good view of my package. What can I say? Since last Isaac knew me, I've grown in to quite the exhibitionist.

Isaac just chuckled a bit as he looked around at the parade of naked flesh on display in his living room. He then shrugged his shoulders a bit and stood up.

"When in Rome," he said, pulling his shirt off over his head.

I watched with rapt attention as he got naked. His chest had filled out a lot since high school. He obviously hit the weights a lot, as evidenced by his well-toned body. I did notice, however, that his chest was still as smooth as the first day I saw him undress in P.E. all those years earlier.

Isaac reached down and started slowly lowering his pants. Inch-by-inch his skin was exposed. He was putting on quite a show, and he knew it. The twins encouraged him to "come on, take `em off" while Jack just commanded him to "get on with it, already." To the boys, Isaac was just being playful. I knew the truth, however. This was a striptease for my benefit, and I loved every second of it.

Finally, he stepped out of his pants and tossed them, with his shirt, on to the pile of discarded clothing.

My God, I thought to myself, he's just gotten more beautiful since high school. His cock, which I hadn't seen since our freshman year of high school, was even more massive than it had been back then. This man was blessed, without a doubt. What had been about six to seven inches in our younger days now, when fully hard, had to reach at least nine and a half inches. As it was, in its flaccid state (or, perhaps, semi-erect...I couldn't be sure), it was hanging over seven inches long and resting against his large, hairless, balls.

"Alright boys," Isaac said, "I'm naked now. Happy?" He gave a shake of his hips, his cock slapping high against one thigh then the other.

"Yep! That's how you should always be, Daddy!" Nolan said.

"Okay, okay. It's not like you haven't seen it before, boys. Now, go back to your games while Eli and I talk."

Happily, and dutifully, the twins returned to their video games as Isaac sat back down opposite me. He, too, spread his legs a bit so the whole room could get as full a view as they wanted. Jack took up a seat on the empty chair next to the sofa, positioned directly in my line of sight next to his father, and spread his legs wide so I could get a good view of his sizable teenage equipment.

Like father, like son...in more ways than one.

*****

After that Christmas break, Isaac began to spend more and more time at our house, often at my father's insistence. Dad would come home from work, see Isaac there waiting for his mom or dad to pick him up, and he'd excuse himself to make a phone call.

A few minutes later, he would inevitably return and look happy and content.

"Isaac, how would you like to stay the night here tonight?" he would ask brightly. The answer to that, from Isaac, was always a yes.

And so it went. At first, it was one night a week. Then, two nights. Then, three nights. Slowly but surely the amount of nights that Isaac was spending at my house was increasing. It got to the point that mom and dad even bought another bed to put in my room, so that Isaac had his own and didn't have to sleep on an air mattress anymore.

Every time dad asked, Isaac said yes. Every time Isaac said yes, I got excited. He was my best friend, and I wanted nothing more than to have him by my side day in and day out. I never questioned why dad asked, or what happened when he made his phone call. I just happily accepted the outcome.

But, as the old saying goes, all good things must end.

The day before Spring Break was supposed to be a good day. Coach Anderson had planned a fun game of flag football for our class that day, and all the boys eagerly changed and headed out to the football field to play. Though it had rained the night before, Coach Anderson didn't seem to think that it was worth stopping the game.

"Well, you have to shower anyway, so who cares if you get muddy?" he said brightly as he passed out the flags we were to stuff in to our waistbands to indicate teams and use instead of tackles.

We ran, threw the ball (badly), tackled each other "accidentally," and generally had a great time. Flags were pulled out of waistbands, shorts occasionally coming down with them. Mud got on our faces, our clothes, our bodies, and in our shorts. To a 13 year-old (I had just celebrated a birthday, and was always eager to point out that I was a teenager now), this was heaven on Earth.

The game was so much fun that even Coach Anderson got in on the act, acting as quarterback for both teams, allowing himself to be tackled, and letting the boys have free reign of both the game and the muddy field. When he finally blew the whistle to end the game and signal it was time to shower and change, there was a collective groan of disappointment 24 boys strong.

"I know, I know," the coach said in response to our protests. "But, it's time to go. Trust me, we will play again."

We all headed back in, some running quickly in the hopes of getting showered, changed, and out of the building the second the 3:00 bell rang. Isaac and I, however, hung back a bit since we had some time to kill, and letting most of the other boys empty out of the locker room first would help Isaac. He had grown a bit more comfortable with his body since the event with Coach Anderson in his office and my Dad's warm encouragement. But, he still had a long way to go before he'd shower in the open without fear.

Dad was coming to pick us up at 3:30 for the start of our week-long "boys only" camping trip. He had taken a half day at work and would pick up my older brother at the high school first then pick us up at the junior high. Once we were in the car, we'd be off to sleep in a tent in the woods for the next week.

In the locker room, Isaac and I hung back and chatted with Coach Anderson while the other boys stripped, showered, and redressed. We told him, excitedly, all about our upcoming camping trip. We talked about the hikes we were going to take, the huge tent my dad had purchased for that weekend, cooking over the campfire, and the fact that the campground even had a pool for everyone to use.

"That sounds great, boys," the coach said as we chattered on endlessly. "What's the name of the place? It sounds like a great campsite."

"I think Dad called it `Eagle Crossing,' or something like that. I don't know," I responded, pretty sure my answer was correct, but still not completely certain I could trust my own memory. "It's down in Texas, like four hours away!"

"Wait," Coach Anderson said abruptly, "do you mean `Eagle Canyon?'"

"Yeah! That's it! Eagle Canyon!"

"Ah, okay. Yeah, I know the place," he said, a wry smile crossing his face. "Now, the other boys have cleared out, so why don't you two take your showers. You don't want to keep your dad waiting, boys."

We nodded and started to undress. Ever since the day that Coach Anderson had stroked our dicks in his office, we had lost any shyness we had around him. Even Isaac didn't seem to care if the coach saw him naked.

"Don't forget to toss your uniforms in the bin," he reminded us as he walked toward his office. "They'll get washed this weekend."

We picked up our clothes and, on our way to the showers, tossed the muddy messes in to the large pile of equally muddy uniforms from the other boys.

As we turned on the showers, I saw Coach Anderson close the door to his office, something he rarely did, and pick up the phone. He talked for a few moments, then got out his credit card and read the numbers off to whoever was on the other end.

I squirted some shampoo in to my hand, closed my eyes, and began to wash my hair.

"Hey, boys," the coach's voice called out from the door to the showers, "I need to leave pretty soon too. Do you mind if I shower with you?"

I rinsed the streaming shampoo suds off my face and opened my eyes. Coach Anderson stood naked in the door to the shower with his soap and shampoo, his clothing all having been chucked in the bin with our uniforms.

I looked over at Isaac who just stared at Coach Anderson's naked body, then shrugged to me as if he was leaving the decision of whether or not to deny the coach's request in my hands.

"Sure. I don't care," I said, squirting some body wash in to my hand.

I watched with fascination as the coach's pendulous cock swayed back and forth in rhythm to his steps as he walked himself over to the showerhead next to Isaac. He placed his soap and shampoo on the built-in wall ledge and turned on the water.

"Thanks boys. I'd have waited if you wanted to be alone in here. But, sure is nice to not shower alone."

He wetted himself down and began to wash the mud out of his thick hair. Isaac and I continued to wash ourselves, all the while staring transfixed at his beautiful body and large piece of meat. We watched as it bounced slightly which the movement of his arms as he scrubbed his head. It was mesmerizing, and soon both of us sported rock-hard teenage boners.

"I guess that hot water feels good on, doesn't it boys?" Coach Anderson asked as he began to soap up his body. His eyes were bouncing back and forth between my four-inch erection and Isaac's six and a half-incher. He then reached down between his legs and began to slowly, methodically, stroke his cock with his soapy hands. One hand stroked up and down his massive shaft while the other pulled gently on his low-hanging balls.

"Yeah, I guess it does feel good. It's having the same effect on me that it's having on you boys," he continued, his dick firming up in his hand to its full nine-inch glory. "Feels kinda nice to play with it."

Isaac and I both nodded, our hands taking over without our brains consent, stroking up and down our own wet boyhoods. Isaac was starting at the coach's hand and cock, while I was staring at Isaac's. I couldn't help myself, the boy was so beautiful to me. Every time I saw him nude, I stared in pubescent lust.

I reached my hand over and wrapped it around Isaac's hard cock. Though we saw each other naked nearly every day, and had even gotten to the point of not hiding boners from each other anymore (such as the ones we always got in my parents' whirlpool bathtub or the morning wood we both always sported), this was the first time since that day months back in the coach's office that we had really been in a sexual situation together.

My hand worked up and down Isaac's slippery cock, causing my best friend to close his eyes and moan softly. He was enjoying this, and it made me wonder why we hadn't done this together since the first time Coach Anderson got us off. Maybe Isaac needed the calming presence of an adult he trusted for him to give himself permission to behave this way. Maybe we were both too scared to act on what we wanted. I didn't know, but I was glad that it was happening now.

Isaac reached over and started to gently stroke the coach's cock, using the soap and water to make his job a bit easier. The three of us just enjoyed the heat and the feeling of each other's hands and cocks for a few moments, all in absolute silence.

"I like spending time with you boys," Coach Anderson said quietly, winking at us slightly. "You can stick around after school with me anytime you like."

My heart fluttered in my chest. Coach Anderson was very attractive, and I loved looking at his naked body nearly as much as I liked looking at Isaac's. I would have been content to do what we were doing now with them every single day. This was my idea of a perfect afternoon.

"Isaac! What the fuck are you doing?!"

The voice rang through the showers, echoing off the walls and shaking the three of us from our lust-fueled stupors. I dropped Isaac's cock quickly; Isaac dropped the coach's. We all spun our heads toward the sound of the voice, and my heart dropped to my feet.

"DAD!" Isaac shouted, stepping backward out of an instinct to avoid his father. In the process, all he did was back in to Coach Anderson and get the coach's hard-on pressed against his soft backside.

"What the hell is going on here, Isaac?! Why were you touching that man, and letting Eli touch you? What the fuck are you thinking?! I came to bring you your clothes for the week, and this is what I find?"

His anger was apparent as blood rushed to his face and he began to shake.

"Mr. Matthews," Coach Anderson began, stepping out from behind Isaac and walking toward the man. "Look, there's no need for that kind of language. Isaac hasn't done anything wrong."

"Fuck you, faggot! Is that how you get your jollies, getting little kids to touch you?"

"I didn't ask Isaac to do anything, Mr. Matthews. He did that on his own, without even consulting me. And it was fine. It didn't bother me."

"He was touching your dick!"

"Yeah, he was. And I didn't care. We were showering together, and he wanted to touch me. So what? He's a curious boy, and that's normal for his age."

"Why were you even showering with them in the first place?" Mr. Matthew yelled, indignantly.

"It's a locker room. The P.E. class played football in the mud this afternoon, and we all needed showers afterward. There's no law or rule that says I can't shower with the boys. We are all men here, after all."

"Well, it's wrong anyway. I don't care what the rules say or the law says. It's just fucking wrong! Not only is my son a fucking freak of nature, but you've gone and turned him in to a cocksucking faggot!"

"Mr. Matthews!" the coach yelled, getting up in to the man's face, "there was no sucking going on, and you will NOT insult Isaac, or any boy, in my presence. Do I make myself clear?!"

"Fuck you! There would have been a lot more than sucking going on if I hadn't shown up looking for my son!"

"And so what if there was?" Coach Anderson fired back, his voice raising to match Mr. Matthews pitch-for-pitch. "Isaac is old enough to decide for himself what he does or does not want to do, and I will not stand here and let you act like he, or Eli, or I were doing anything wrong. You will NOT shame him for being who he is. Now, get the fuck out of my locker room!"

Mr. Matthews pushed Coach Anderson aside, causing the younger man to nearly slip on the wet shower room tiles. The older man grabbed his son's arm and began to pull him out of the shower.

"Stop, Dad, please! I'm sorry!" Isaac yelled, tears falling in rapid succession. "I'm not a faggot! I'm sorry, please!"

Mr. Matthews would not have any of it. He pulled on his son's arm while Coach Anderson and I followed. Before we could catch up, however, Isaac and Mr. Matthews were out of the locker room and on their way to the parking lot.

Coach Anderson grabbed a pair of shorts out of his office and through them on, while I did the same with the jeans in my open locker. We quickly followed and got in to the gym just as the door to the parking lot slammed shut. Anderson took off in a sprint while I did my best to catch up.

In the parking lot, Isaac was still being pulled toward the car. His left arm was being drug by his father while his right tried, in vain, to cover his exposed boyhood. Mr. Matthews didn't care that Isaac was exposed and crying, his body on full display to anyone who happened to be near the junior high parking lot at that moment.

"Mr. Matthews, stop!" Coach Anderson called as he raced out the door, me on his heels. "Leave him alone!"

Just as Coach Anderson caught up to Mr. Matthews and got his hand on the man's arm to stop him, a car pulled in to the parking lot.

FUCK!, I shouted in my head. Dad and Ryan are here! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Dad must have seen what was happening, because I heard the engine of his huge SUV kick in to high gear for a moment, and then rubber squeal as he slammed on the brakes. Dad threw the door open and jumped out of the car, racing over to Isaac and Mr. Matthews.

"What the hell is going on?" Dad asked, desperate for some sort of explanation as to why Isaac was naked and crying, Isaac's dad was screaming and pulling on him, and Coach Anderson and I were shirtless and out of breath.

"Dad!" I yelled, coming up to him quickly. "Mr. Matthews came and drug Isaac out of the shower and called him a freak and a faggot!"

That was all it took. In one swift motion my dad's fist collided with Mr. Matthews' face. Mr. Matthews stumbled back, his ass colliding with the side of his Toyota. Dad wasted no time getting in to his face.

"Don't I ever see you lay a finger on that boy again, Vick!"

"He's my fucking son, Joe! What the hell gives you the right to tell me what to do?"

"The fact that you insult him, degrade him, and pull him naked in to a parking lot gives me the right! Do you have any idea how much I have tried to undo the damage you've done to that boy?"

"Fuck you! I haven't hurt him at all!"

"Oh, like hell you haven't!" Dad gestured at Isaac, who was sitting naked on the concrete, knees pulled to his chest, crying and rocking back and forth while Coach Anderson and I knelt on either side of him.

"It's his own damned fault!" Mr. Matthews yelled back. "He's a fucking freak, and I caught him playing with that guy's dick in the shower!"

"Just because your jealous that a teenager has a bigger dick than you do doesn't make him a freak. And I don't care if you caught up taking it up the ass from the entire brass section of the high school marching band! You do NOT treat your son that way. Now, he's coming with me for this camping trip, and I will THINK about not calling the cops on you while we are gone. Now give me his damned clothes for the week, get in your fucking car, and get the hell out of my sight"

Mr. Matthews blustered for a moment, obviously wanting to continue something. But, my dad can be scary sometimes, especially if he's protecting someone like he was protecting Isaac right then. At that point I knew, Dad would forever look at Isaac as his own son.

Once Dad had Isaac's backpack with his camping clothes, he and Coach Anderson helped Isaac in to the back of the SUV. I climbed in beside him. Isaac placed his head on my lap and just cried. While Dad sped off, Ryan, my older brother, reached back and put his hand on Isaac's bare thigh.

"Don't worry, Isaac. Everyone in this car loves you, and you're safe with us," he said, lightly rubbing Isaac's leg to comfort him.

Isaac just sobbed.