My Life in Stages, Part 7

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I had to admit, being all cuddled up on the sofa with Jack, while Nolan, Isaac, and Levi cuddled next to us, was incredibly nice. There was an interesting, and not altogether-unwelcomed, mixture of relaxation and sexual tension going on in the room. Okay, maybe I was imagining the sexual tension. Maybe I was projecting my own sexual desire – desire for both Isaac and for his sons – on to the rest of them. Perhaps, and I had to admit this to myself, there was nothing more going on here than a father and his sons being unashamed to be men and be affectionate with one another.

On the other hand, however, I couldn't discount that we were not twenty minutes in to the movie and every single one of us was still as hard as steel. That isn't what one would expect if the erections in the room were just the myriad of random boners every male alive gets on a daily basis, over which he has no control.

I looked over at Isaac out of the corner of my eye. His hands were both, in perfect unison, rubbing the smooth chests and stomachs of the twins. His cock stood at its full, impressive, mast. If I wasn't mistaken, he was even leaking a small but steady supply of precum on to his flat, smooth, stomach.

"This is my favorite part," Jack said, leaning in to me a bit more so he could whisper in my ear. In doing so, he readjusted himself so his cheek was laying on my chest and his hand fell flat on my stomach. He began to rub his youthful fingers over my stomach, playing with the hair on my belly.

"You're hairy like Wolverine is," he said, his voice soft and barely audible to me. He was right, of course. I had a good amount of hair on my chest and stomach, but I usually kept that trimmed short. I liked the look of the short, dark, hair that crossed my chest. I worked hard on building up a muscular physique and I found that the trimmed hair just made me feel more masculine.

"Yeah, I guess I am," I whispered back to him, pulling him in tighter and closer to me. His soft young body, and hard young cock, pressed in to my side. I could feel his boyhood throb against my thigh as my own began to throb in time.

For a few minutes, the silence continued and Jack happily rubbed my stomach. I loved the feeling of his soft skin against mine and, at that moment, wouldn't have asked him to stop for all the money in the world. Then, he moved his hand lower.

Inch by inch, I could feel his hand move down my body. First, he near my navel. Then, he moved down to my pelvis, rubbing the equally-trimmed pubic hair near my cock. Then, in a surprising move and with incredible slowness and tenderness, Jack wrapped his hand around my hard shaft.

I couldn't help it. I let out a small, and hopefully quiet, sigh of pleasure. Having his hand around me like that felt so good. Jack's hands were soft, not yet having been roughened and calloused by years of gripping the bars on free weights and working in a yard, like mine had. I may be a teacher, but I loved to work out.

Up and down, Jack slowly stroked my cock. His eyes were no longer on Wolverine, but on my cock. It was a new toy to him, and he was going to enjoy it as long as this lasted. I could feel him press his own erection firmly, almost too firmly, in to my thigh as he played. My head was swimming, wave after wave of endorphins and testosterone flooding my senses. I could feel my own logical, self-possessed mind slipping away and the primal, animal instinct taking over. If I didn't watch myself, I was going to shoot my load all over myself right in front of Isaac and the twins who, at the moment at least, seemed not to be aware of what was happening on the other end of the sofa.

Well, they weren't aware for not very long. One stroke too high, his hand brushing up against the sensitive tip of my cock, caused an involuntary shudder to course through my entire body. It was then that I heard the tell-tale sound of pubescent giggling.

The 12-year-old twins had been alerted to the goings on near them, and I heard Nolan whisper something to Isaac.

"Jack!" Isaac said in a commanding, but quiet, tone. It was all that was needed, and Jack snapped his hand away from my cock with lightning reflexes.

"Sorry," he said, more to my stomach than to his father, probably too embarrassed to turn around and face him.

"It's okay, Jack," I said to him before turning my head toward Isaac. "It's okay, Isaac. I don't mind. The boy's just curious, and exploration is fine. Isn't that one of your rules?" I added a bit of a vocal wink to that last line, knowing that Isaac couldn't exactly say no.

"Well...yeah..." he said, his voice now at a normal speaking volume. "But, it's one thing if they touch me or each other. You're...well..." There, he trailed off, his face flushing.

"I'm just as open to it as you are, Isaac," I said. "If Jack, or the twins, want to explore my body, I won't stop them. They have my permission to do anything with me that they normally do with you or each other."

"You mean that, Eli?" Levi asked brightly.

"Yes, I do, Levi. However you, your brothers, and your dad normally explore and play, you can do with me as well. I promise, I don't mind."

That seemed to calm Isaac down a bit. I could tell that he was concerned that something happening would upset me, and I wanted that notion out of the way as soon as possible.

"When in Rome, Isaac," I said with a smile, my hand rubbing up and down Jack's backside, "...when in Rome."

"When in Rome," Isaac said, resettling himself on the couch with a relieved smile and continuing the movie.

"Do you mean it, Eli?" Jack asked in a whisper once Isaac had settled back in to place. "Whatever we normally do with each other, we can do with you? Anything?"

"Yes, Jack," I said, leaning down to whisper in his ear, "anything."

Without a moment's hesitation, Jack leaned forward and took my throbbing cock in to his mouth.

*****

"So, what made you change your mind about going naked," I asked Isaac after breakfast. Dad had tasked the two of us to find the bathroom and shower building so we could all shower for the day while he and Ryan took care of cleaning up after our morning feast of bacon and eggs cooked over the fire.

"I don't know. I guess since you, Ryan, and Daddy already had...and other people are...I figured I'd stand out more if I didn't take my clothes off."

We are back to "Daddy" instead of Joe. That's a good sign, I thought as I nodded along to what he said.

"When in Rome, huh?" I asked, smiling and happy that he had come so far and was so willing to do something today that he never would have done six months ago.

"Huh? What does that mean?" he asked as we walked.

"It's something my grandpa used to say. `When in Rome, do as the Romans do.' I think it means that when you're in a new place and don't know how to act, just act like the people around you are acting and you'll fit in."

"Oh," he said, contemplating the phrase. "'When in Rome.' I like that. I guess that makes sense. Besides, it's not like I'll see anyone here who knows me other than you guys. So, no one to judge me or call me names. So yeah...when in Rome..."

We walked along in silence for a few more minutes before we saw a large building next to a small outcropping of trees. The building was red brick and sat next to the campground's pool, hot tub, and covered picnic area.

"That's gotta be it," I said as we headed up to it. "There's gotta be showers in there."

Isaac got to the building ahead of me and pulled open the heavy front door. Inside was a lot nicer than I expected a campground building to be. The floors were tan and brown slate tiles with white and gray painted walls. Air conditioning was on full blast, which was good because the spring sun in Texas heats the air up quickly once morning is over. It made both of us shiver slightly as the cold air hit our sweaty nude bodies.

On the left, a set of huge glass windows and a glass door showed off a rather large, well-appointed, gym. A tall, young, thin, black man was running on the treadmill. His cock flopped back and forth, back and forth, hitting his thighs with a slap with each step. Watching him was almost mesmerizing. I poked Isaac in the side and pointed out the man. He became just as mesmerized by the hypnotic rhythm of the bouncing cock as I did.

It's better than a hypnotist's watch, I thought to myself.

The man running noticed us watching and gave a friendly wave and a small chuckle. He knew what we were staring at, and he obviously didn't mind.

Next to him, working on a set of machine weights, was a younger guy who appeared to be about my brother's age. He was well built with solid muscle mass and, what appeared to be, a completely shaved crotch. The beautiful chocolate color of his skin, and the size of his equipment, led me to believe he was the running man's brother, or maybe nephew or cousin.

The older man said something to the younger boy, which we couldn't hear. It caused the younger boy to stand up from his machine and look our way. He, too, smiled a warm and inviting smile and waved to us. This time, however, he invited us to come inside and say hi.

Tentatively, I opened the door and walked in to the room. The smell of manly sweat hit me. It's always been a smell I loved, and I could feel a stirring deep in my belly.

"Hey, guys!" the younger boy said brightly, extending his hand to us. "I'm Devin."

"Hi," I said, shaking his hand nervously. "I'm Eli, and this is Isaac."

"Nice to meet you! That," he said pointing to the running man who hadn't slowed his stride, "is my brother, Terry."

"Hey!" Terry said, panting as he ran.

"You guys new to the place?" Devin asked, wiping his forehead with a small towel.

"Yeah, we just got here last night," I confessed.

"Ah, cool! You'll love it here. Dad and grandpa have been bringing Terry and me here at least twice a year since I was in kindergarten. This place is the best!"

Kindergarten? Well, apparently Devin and Terry grew up with much more enlightened parents than I was used to. I found myself jealous of him for a moment, knowing how free I've been feeling since Ryan and I stripped and wishing I could have felt that way before.

"If you want, I can show you two around for a few minutes," he continued, tossing the towel to his brother who promptly wiped down his face, chest, and swinging package.

"Sure, that'd be nice," I said, smiling. Isaac just nodded and tried not to stare at Devin, whose package was the first Isaac had seen on a kid which matched his own in size. In fact, perhaps due to the three-year age difference, Devin's was actually a bit bigger. For some boys, that would have been a spot of jealousy. For Isaac, however, it was his chance to see that he was not the freak his father had made him out to be for so many years. Seeing Devi's big dick made Isaac feel just a bit more normal.

"Alright, follow me!" Devin said as he led the way out of the gym. Terry just returned to his run and waved a friendly goodbye.

"Over here," he said, pointing toward the door in the back of the main foyer, "is the entrance to the pool and hot tub. That's my dad and grandpa out there."

Sitting at a table under an awning I saw two men playing a game of cards and drinking coffee. One man, who must have been Devin's father, looked like he was in his mid-40's. He was still in pretty decent shape and looked very much like Devin. The older man, perhaps in his late 60's, was a bit rounder and softer due to his older age. He sat in his chair, a cane leaning up against it and traded jokes with his son. From time to time, you could see them both throw their heads back in laughter.

"Now, down here," Devin continued as he walked down the hallway to the right, "is the showers, toilets, sauna, and steam room."

He led us down the hallway and opened up a door at the end. The door opened in to a large locker room, tiled in white and black tiles that sparkled in the sunlight streaming in from the windows. Scattered around the center of the room were four shower posts, each with half a dozen shower heads coming out of the central tower like spokes on a wheel. The side walls held a series of four urinals and four stalls on each, coupled with four sinks on the wall next to us. Benches placed on the back wall left a place for towels to be laid while people showered.

Along the back wall, between the benches, there was glass door with a large black sign with white lettering.

No one under the age of 12 permitted beyond this area.

Failure to comply with this regulation will result in the cancellation of your reservation and eviction from the property without refund.

No exceptions.

"What's with the sign?" I asked Devin as he pulled open the door.

"Oh, that?" He asked, pointing at the ominous looking warning. "Well, it's for two reasons. First, younger kids' bodies aren't grown enough to handle the heat in a sauna or steam room; so, they aren't allowed back here...for their own safety. The other reason? Well, some things happen back here that the younger kids shouldn't know about."

I cocked an eyebrow at Isaac, who just shrugged as if to say "beats me." Devin just continued the tour, overlooking our confused expressions.

Behind the shower room another hallway led to two very large rooms, one on each side of the hallway. Each room had a glass wall that looked out in to the hallway. To the left, a cloudy room filled with steam made impossible to see in. To the right, there was a sauna covered, floor to ceiling, in cedar. I could see through the glass walls three men, all about my dad's age, were each laying on a different bench. Their nude bodies shone with sweat and they didn't seem like they were even paying attention to one another.

As Devin turned us around to take us back to the shower room, the door to the steam room opened up. Tanner, the about boy my age who pissed on the tree next to me, trotted out of the room. His body was dripping in sweat and he smiled brightly.

"Oh, hey again pee buddy!" he said.

"Oh, hey there," I said, looking up and down his nude body. He was sweatier than I had ever seen someone, and his small uncut cock stood at full attention.

"Nice to see you again!" he beamed. He then turned on his heels and headed toward the showers. His small round butt bounced as he walked, and I swear I saw something white and thick dripping out of the crack of his ass and down his leg.

I poked my head inside the steam room and was hit instantly with a smell that reminded me of the day that Coach Anderson stroked me and Isaac in his office, making us cum and lapping up our teenage loads. It was only then that I saw that the room was occupied.

Tanner's dad sat talking to another man, who looked like he couldn't be older than his mid-20's. They both smiled at me as I came in, unashamedly displaying their hard erections. The younger man, whose dick looked almost as thick as my brother's, had small drops of cum dripping off the tip of his cock and on to the floor.

"Yeah, sometimes guys fuck in here," Devin said matter-of-factly after I closed the door. "You're not supposed to, technically. The rules say that sexual activity is supposed to stay at your campsite, but no one really cares. Even the people who run the place sometimes will have sex in here, or in the sauna. As long as you don't touch someone who doesn't want to be touched, it's all cool. No one's gonna say nothing."

"They have sex back here?" Isaac asked, more than a bit surprised.

"Oh, yeah. It's not all the time, but when you come back here you can usually see some sucking or fucking going on," Devin continued, acting as if this were the most normal thing in the world.

"Have...I mean, do you ever..." Isaac started to ask the question that was on my mind as well, but I couldn't bring myself to ask it.

"Huh? Oh, have I had sex back here? Yeah, a few times. There was one boy last time I was here...Ben was his name, I think...anyway, he liked to suck my dick. He was about 13 or 14. He and I would come back here once a day, sometimes twice, and I'd let him suck me off. I sucked him a couple times, but I'm not as big in to sucking dick as he was. But, I'm not gonna complain if someone wants to suck my cock. Hell, who would?"

With that, Devin turned as if the question he asked was such a no-brainer than an answer from me or Isaac would have just been unnecessary. Isaac and I followed, our cocks now significantly harder after seeing, and hearing, what we just had.

Back in the foyer, Devin said his goodbyes and headed back in to the gym. He was nice, and it was kind of him to show us around. At least now we knew what kind of place we were truly in, and what we could expect.

"Did he say what I think he said...about people sucking each other's dicks in the steam room?" Isaac asked, his voice breathless with either nerves or excitement, I couldn't be sure.

"Yeah, he did. Can you believe it?" I said, a bit shocked still by what Devin told us.

"Have you...ever had someone do that to you? I mean, suck your dick?"

"No. Have you?" I asked, hoping his answer would be the same as mine. It wasn't that I wanted him to be the same virgin I was. But, more that I knew there would be jealousy if someone else got to suck Isaac's dick and I hadn't.

"No. Do you...ever think about it? Like, getting your dick sucked...or...sucking someone else's?"

"Yeah, sometimes. Just depends on who the guy is. I mean, I wouldn't suck just any random guy. It'd have to be someone special."

Isaac reached down and grabbed my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Well, I think you're special, Eli," he said, blushing and his voice soft.

"I think you're special too, Isaac," I said, squeezing his hand in return as we walked back in to our campsite.