Date: Sun, 20 Jun 2021 09:59:01 -0400 From: Zyngaru Subject: The Special Gift The Special Gift by Zyngaru Email: zyngaru@ml1.net Karl Renault Keplinger is a sixty-seven year old retired railroad worker. He was able to retire at sixty-two comfortably, having invested wisely through the years. He's not a rich man by no means, but a comfortable man. Karl never married. Karl never really ever dated. Karl lived alone, until just recently and loved it. Two years ago his sister's husband passed away leaving her with nothing, not even the house she was living in. Karl being the dutiful brother that he is, remodeled a room in his house just for her and she came to live with him. This new lifestyle isn't totally repugnant to Karl. He gets along with his sister nicely and they do keep their distance from each other enough so that Karl doesn't get annoyed with having someone living in his house. One late spring day, Karl's life changes radically. It begins with a simple knock on his door. Now Karl gets very few visitors and the ones that do visit are usually relatives and they don't normally knock, so Karl is curious as to who might be paying him a call. Opening the door, standing in front of him is a middle aged professional looking woman with a small boy standing next to her. Woman: "Good afternoon Mr. Keplinger. I'm Ms. Jones and this is Kevin. I'm with Parke County Child Protective Services and I would appreciate a little of your time, if you could spare it." Of course Karl is concerned. Why would Child Protective Services be here at his door? Karl: "What is this concerning?" Ms. Jones: "It concerns Kevin here. Could we come inside and talk?" Karl deduces that since there isn't a Police Officer or Sheriff with her, then this can't be too bad, but he's still nervous as to why she's here, with a little boy in tow. Karl: "Yes. Please. Right this way to the living room." Karl leads his unexpected guests to his living room where he has a full U-Shaped sofa facing his gigantic wall hung eighty-five inch TV. Yes, Karl's main activities are watching movies on his TV and playing on his computer, which is evident by both being displayed prominently in his living room. Ms. Jones and Kevin sit in the middle section of the sofa, where Karl takes his usual position on the left, sitting under four large windows that encompass that entire wall, allowing a ton of light into the room. Ms. Jones: "Mr. Keplinger. I'm here on behave of Kevin to see if we can reach an agreement on his future." Karl: "Please. Call me Karl. Ms. Jones, I really can't see how I could possibly be part of Kevin's future. I don't even know the boy." Ms. Jones: "Maybe not, but he definitely knows you, because he's insistent we place him here with you." Karl is totally baffled. He takes a long look at the boy sitting in his living room. He's tall and lanky. He looks to be around nine or ten. He has short cut light brown hair, green eyes and a cute looking face. Karl stares at the boy, who is smiling at him, but can't place him from anywhere. Karl: "I'm sure I haven't ever seen this boy before. So I don't see how he could be placed here, whatever that means." Ms. Jones: "It's like this Mr... I mean Karl. Three weeks ago, Kevin was kicked out of his home. His mother no longer wants him living in her house. According to her, she doesn't want a nudist gay boy living under her roof. So naturally we took Kevin in and he's been staying in one of our foster homes. He's made it very clear to us he's not a foster kid, he hasn't done anything wrong and if he can't live with his mom, he wants to live with you." Karl: "Sorry for the rotten deal, Kevin. Believe me when I tell you that there's nothing wrong with being gay or being a nudist. I'm a nudist myself. I don't practice it much anymore, since my sister moved in. She's not into seeing naked old guys walking around the house." Kevin giggles and Ms. Jones laughs. It's then that Katharine, Karl's sister comes in and sits on the right section of the sofa. She just heard her brother declare he's a nudist, which she didn't know about, so now wants to find out more. Kate: "What's going on?" Karl: "Kate. This is Ms. Jones from CPS and this is Kevin, a boy who wants to live with us." Kate: "Oh really." Karl: "Ms. Jones, Kevin, this is my sister Kate." Kate: "I heard a little of what was being said from my room. Why would a boy so young be asked where he wants to live, instead of just being placed?" Ms. Jones: "Kevin is thirteen. We give teenagers some say in their placements." You could knock me over with a feather. There's no way this boy is thirteen. Ten tops. Looking at Kate, she's thinking the same thing. Ms. Jones: "Since Kevin is interested in living here, we did some background on you, Karl. You've never married. You've never been in trouble with the law, except for a few traffic tickets when you were young. You own this house and the property next door. You own your car. Basically you own everything you have with no debt to speak of. So you're a golden candidate for Guardianship of a child." Karl: "What? Guardianship?" Ms. Jones: "Yes. You aren't in the Foster Care System, so you can't be Kevin's Foster Parent, so we would do a legal Guardianship for you." Karl: "So basically you're saying you just want to give this boy to me to keep. As my own?" Ms. Jones: "Yes Karl." Karl: "But what if I were a pedophile? I'm not! Okay! Relax. But if I was, you would just give a child to me just like that?" Ms. Jones: "It's not just like that. Oh. We made sure, first thing, that you aren't a pedophile. Okay. We did an extensive background check on you, through the FBI, Secret Service, the IRS, and the State Police. We know more about you than you do yourself." I just sit there gaping at her with my mouth wide open. She's here to gift me a boy. How in the world does this even happen? I look at Kevin and just stare into his beautiful eyes. I still can't believe he's thirteen. He has absolutely no signs of being a teenager anywhere. I've dealt with enough teenagers in my lifetime to spot the initial signs and this boy doesn't have the first one. I can tell my sister doesn't see any either and she was a Foster Mom for a few years. Then it dawns on me. No one is talking to him and he's the gift that is being presented. We are all talking around him. Karl: "So Kevin. Ms. Jones says you were kicked out of your home because you're gay. Are you gay or just curious?" Kevin: "Oh ya. I'm gay. I like boys. Girls are okay too, but boys are more fun. They make me tingle." Karl: "Well Kevin. Just so you know. I never felt that tingle. I'm asexual. Do you know what that means?" I see a very surprised look come across Ms. Jones' face and even my sister looks at me strangely. Kevin: "That you don't tingle?" Karl: "Ya. It's like this. Boys who are straight tingle for girls and boys who are gay tingle for boys. But I'm different. I don't tingle for no one. It just means that I'm not biologically attracted to no one. Not girls or boys, where you're attracted to other boys. Are you really thirteen?" Kevin: "Ya. I just turned thirteen three weeks ago. That's when everything fell apart at my birthday party. Mom caught me kissing Darrel on the mouth." Karl: "Oh, I see. Sorry. On your birthday. She could have given you a break there. But Kevin. I don't kiss no one on the lips. It's disgusting for me to do that. Now! That doesn't mean it's disgusting for you to do it, because you're attracted to boys, so you'd want to kiss them. But it's not for me. Can you understand that?" Kevin: "I think so. I just never heard of anyone like you." Karl: "There are more of us than people think, but many lie about themselves to fit in and live normal lives. I chose differently. I decided it wasn't fair to the person I might marry, to not really like them the way they liked me. I couldn't give them the kind of love they would want. So I stayed single." Kate is looking at me as if she just discovered the brother she didn't know she had. Karl: "What Kate? You thought I was gay? Most people think that, because I never hung around girls. Heck. When I was Kevin's age, I thought I was gay, but unlike Kevin, I didn't like boys like that, so I knew I couldn't be gay. I just didn't know what I was until I was older." Karl: "So Kevin. I'm more than fine with you being gay. You're the boy, God made you to be. I know some people say that God hates gay boys, but that's a big lie. I have studied the Bible extensively and there's no place in it, where God says he hates gay boys. On the contrary, there are multiple times that God says he loves everyone and that includes gay boys. That includes you. So why don't you come over here and give me a big hug. Cause I so need it right now and I think maybe you do too." After looking at Ms. Jones and seeing her nod, he jumps up off the sofa and comes running to me and wraps his arms around me and we hug, and stay like that for some time. I can feel the warmth of his little body seeping into me. Once done, I have him sit between Ms. Jones and me, right where the sofa makes it's turn. Even after having him in my arms, I can't believe he's thirteen. Karl: "Ms. Jones. Is my not being gay, make a difference to this, because I'm pretty sure your background check came with a summary which said something like, this subject is probably a closet gay man." Ms. Jones: "Actually Karl. It said exactly that, except it didn't use the word `probably.' But honestly as long as you can love Kevin, it doesn't make any difference about your sexual orientation." Karl: "Ms. Jones. You understand that I will be talking and teaching Kevin a lot about his sexuality over the coming years. I mean, looking at him, he hasn't started puberty yet, so he's going to have to be taught everything and I mean everything. Now, I would do that whether he were gay or not, but since he is gay, it might be more comprehensive in certain areas. I will teach him that there are three kinds of sex. Vaginal, anal and oral. That fondling and masturbation are natural biological functions needed to be performed for the human body to remain healthy and I do not consider them to be sexual in nature, but could lead to sexual behavior if not kept in control. This teaching may and probably will require intimate contact with each other. Is this acceptable with CPS? Because I've heard differently from Foster Care parents." I glance over at Kate and refrain from telling Ms. Jones that my sister had been a foster mom for years, when her husband was still alive. Ms. Jones: "We anticipated the intimate contact aspect between you and Kevin when we thought you were gay, which is another reason we didn't ask you to become a Foster Dad. But, Guardians have different rules, which would allow consensual intimate contact, as long as the child is a teenager, which includes Kevin." Karl: "Kevin. Is it okay with you, that if you live here, we will be talking about some very embarrassing and personal things about you and your body, which could involve me touching you in some very personal places?" Kevin squirms around a little. Kevin: "Um. I guess so." Karl: "No guessing Kevin. You will need to know these things that I will teach you, to keep yourself safe but still have fun. We can't depend on the schools to teach you fairly and without bias." Kevin: "Okay. If you think I need to know, I'll listen even if it's embarrassing as heck." Karl: "Okay. Now. On to the other thing Ms. Jones said about you when you first got here. She said you're a nudist. Is that so?" Kevin: "Oh! Ya! But mom wouldn't let me go naked. She said it was a sin and she wasn't having me do bad things in her house. I could only do it when she was gone, when I was home alone." Karl: "Kevin. Well nudity is not sinful. God created us naked. We walked this earth for millennia naked, before we sinned and put clothes on. God loves us naked. God even told some people in the Bible to go naked. I can show you those later if you want to see for yourself. The reason people, today, don't go naked is because they're ashamed of their bodies. Shame comes from sin. So does guilt. If you get rid of the sin and guilt, you get rid of shame and when you get rid of shame, you can have fun going naked. Kids don't have that shame attached to them until adults make them feel ashamed. Adults seem to woller in shame, especially when it comes to their naked bodies. Christians should actually live naked, when they get right with God, as a testament to their righteous life, but of course they don't, which leads me to be curious as to what their actual life outside the church is like. Would you like to live here naked?" Kevin: "Ya. I want to be naked all the time." Karl: "Ms. Jones. I know that nudity isn't allowed in Foster Homes, is living with a Guardian different? Can he live naked here?" Ms. Jones: "Yes. It is different. Kevin will be like your own son, so he can do whatever you allow him to do, including going naked." Kevin's eyes are sparkling. I mean there is a glow coming off of him. Karl: "Kate. I know you don't like clothes that much, but you also don't allow your grandsons to run around naked much when here, even though they want to. I understand some of that is because of their mother, but some of that is you too. So, can Kevin go naked here or do you want him to wear clothes?" Kate: "Kevin would be yours and this is your house, so it would be your rules, not mine." Karl: "Nope. Not going there. You live here too. Yes or no. Can Kevin go naked?" Kate looks over at Kevin who is obviously pleading with her through his glistening eyes. I still can't believe he's thirteen. That cute little face is, for sure, of a boy of no more than ten. Kate: "Yes. He can go naked as much as he wants. Now you do know, my grandsons are going to want to go naked all the time too." Karl: "It will be good for all of them." Kate: "I guess. But their mom is going to freak out." Karl: "Okay Kevin. If you want to take everything off, go ahead." Kevin: "You mean it. Really?" Karl: "Yes really. Let's see if you really are thirteen?" Kevin smiles at me and jumps up and down, unable to curb his exuberance. He strips off his clothes in record time. Shirt, sneakers, socks, jeans, and briefs are all thrown on the couch and Kevin is left standing in front of us wearing only his precious smile. If he's started puberty, it's just barely. His penis and balls are just barely bigger than a standard little boy, which could just be that he is naturally a little bigger than the average little boy. Even that infinitesimal difference in size is barely enough to prove any maturing at all. If he is in puberty, which I strongly doubt, he's progressing at a very slow rate. I doubt he has discovered any changes in his penis as of yet. As I'm taking in the wonders of this gorgeous naked boy, he surprises me by running over and jumping into my arms hugging me furiously. For the first time in decades, I'm touching a completely naked boy and he's touching me back. He has no modesty whatsoever. He's pressing himself up against me just as closely and tightly as he can. I find myself cradling his naked butt as he squirms around on my lap. I look over to Ms. Jones, who is smiling from ear to ear. Ms. Jones: "It's obvious this is where Kevin belongs. He can definitely thrive here." Karl: "But what about all this touching? I mean, it's inevitable if he remains this affectionate that there's going to be some extremely intimate touching here and there. I don't want to end up in a prison being intimately touched by six foot tall, 250 pound, Bubba. So what's the rules about this?" Ms. Jones: "As long as Kevin is happy with the touching, then we are happy to allow it. It only becomes an issue if Kevin doesn't want to be touched and he is touched anyway." Karl: "Um. He's gay. He might want touching in places that even you aren't comfortable with." Ms. Jones: "Karl. I listened to your comments about sex and biology. Fondling is natural, you said. It's not in and of itself sexual. We are comfortable as long as Kevin is comfortable and there isn't any sexual abuse, as by your definition. Oral, anal or vaginal. Do you understand me?" Karl: "Yes, but..." Ms. Jones: "No butts. Pun Intended! It's about Kevin. Not about you or me or anyone else. It's about making this little boy happy. You got that." During this time Kevin as rotated to sitting on my lap with his back against my chest and his legs spread far apart and his little boyhood is totally on display to both women. I have my arms wrapped around his little chest, trying not to let them drop lower to what my hands might end up touching. Kevin has other plans and pulls my hand right down to his penis and uses it to rub himself. I quickly look over at Ms. Jones who is smiling from ear to ear. Ms. Jones: "Looks consensual to me." Kevin just smiles and pulls my other hand down so both arms and hands are resting on his lap and legs while my fingers rub his penis. It's not long before he has a boner. Feeling it and looking at it, it's obviously not a teenagers boner. It's only two and a half inches long. It's all my sister can do to keep from bursting out laughing. Kate: "Karl. If you could see your face right now!" I don't know how I'm supposed to feel in a situation like this. I've never been in a situation like this. I'm fondling a boy in front of two adult women. How am I supposed to feel about this? Kevin is having fun. The women are having fun watching me squirm with embarrassment. It's just me that's not sure how I feel about touching a little boy's penis in such an intimate way. I try to pull my hand away, but he isn't having that. Now, my young nephews sit on my lap like this all the time. They snuggle up close and love me rubbing their backs and chest and legs. But there's a huge difference with them and this. They are clothed when they snuggle with me. This is making me more than a little nervous, but I'll get over it, I guess. I can't believe this is actually happening. Out of the clear blue sky, the state wants to give me a very touchy-feely son to raise? How does that even happen? Just because he asks for it? Why did he ask for me? Why me? I have to find out, before I make my decision. I pull Kevin off my lap and have him return to sitting next to Ms. Jones, who smiles at having a naked boy with a boner sticking up between his legs sit beside her. Karl: "Kevin. Ms. Jones told me that the reason she brought you here, is because you have been insistent that you don't want to live in a Foster Home, with a lot of other boys and girls, but instead you want to live here with me, an old man, old enough to be your grandpa or even your great grandpa. Is that right?" Kevin: "Yes." Karl: "Why? Why here? Why me? I don't know you and you don't know me, so why me?" Kevin: "Because he told me that you would love me and want me." Kevin is pointing over to an empty area of the room. All three of us adults look to where Kevin is pointing and none of us sees anything. So all of this is coming out of the imagination of a little boy. His imaginary friend told him? Karl: "Who is he?" Kevin: "The angel. Standing right there. The angel pointed you out to me and said you've always wanted boys of your own, since you were young but never got any, so God sent me to be your little boy." I can't breath. I've prayed for a family my whole life, knowing that since I would never marry, I would never have one. I even thought of adopting, once single men became eligible to adopt, but knew it wouldn't be a good life for boys, if I had to work all the time and they were always in day care somewhere. So I resigned myself to living a lonely life, without ever knowing the unconditional love of a son and never being able to share the flood of love that is pent up inside me to anyone. Now. Right here. Right now. God is answering my prayer. I literally fall off the sofa and get down on my face on the floor and praise God. I thank Him for my life and the love He has given me over the years, but mostly I praise Him for sending this boy to me. Out of the blue. No warning. No applying through any agencies. Not even believing it would ever happen, but I kept asking any way. It takes me a long time to get up off the floor. I explain to Ms. Jones, why I just did what I did. She's in awe of it also, because she's also a believer which is why she does the work she does, trying to help children get a better life than what they have. At the end, I tell her, yes. Karl: "Ms. Jones. Yes, I accept Kevin into my life and home. I'll be his Guardian for as long as he wants me." Kevin runs to me and jumps into my arms again. This time, I won't be letting him go. He's mine. Then he whispers in my ear. Kevin: "Dad. Didn't you say you're a nudist like me? Why do you have clothes on?" His whisper isn't all that much of a whisper since everyone heard him. I look over at my sister. She shakes her head okay. Kate: "I guess, I can get used to looking at an old fat naked man. Just don't expect me to get naked, and show everyone my fat ass." I look at Ms. Jones. Ms. Jones: "Your house. Your rules. He's your son now. Well after we sign these papers and I take them to the judge, but he's your son so if the two of you want to run around naked, who am I to object." Kevin: "Take your clothes off dad. I want to see you naked." Okay. Yes, I'm a nudist. I've been a nudist most, if not all of my life. But it feels odd taking my clothes off in front of two fully clothed women, one being my sister. I do it though. To be free of clothes is wonderful in and of itself, but to be naked with my new naked son, is priceless. Kevin: "Dad, yours is huge. Way bigger than mine." Kevin actually reaches over and touches my dick. It sends a tingle through me like I have never felt before. I just got the Kevin tingle. Both women giggle trying hard not to laugh out loud. My penis is far from being huge. It's not even average. It's only three inches soft and five inches boned up, although at present it's soft and I hope it remains that way. But I guess to a thirteen year old boy with the genitals of a nine year old, mine would be considered huge. Karl: "Ms Jones. What about nudity in my backyard? I have a huge yard surrounded by a six foot privacy fence, with a small blow up pool that I let my nephews swim in. No one at street level can see over it, but from a distance on higher ground or from upstairs windows, I'm sure people can see in." Ms. Jones: "As for Kevin, I'm sure it's alright. He's just a boy and besides if anyone complains it comes to my office at CPS and I'm surely not going to say Kevin can't be naked after all of this. As for you Karl. I would say no. If someone complains it goes to the prosecutor's office and sometimes those people can be nice and other times they can be very mean. So if I were you, I wouldn't chance it. But for Kevin and his friends, they can play in your yard naked all they want." Karl: "Hear that Kevin. You have a whole yard to play naked in." Ms Jones: "Well, if there aren't anymore questions, I'll be on my way. I might still be able to catch the Judge in, so we can process these papers." Ms. Jones: "Have fun Kevin. You look really cute naked." Kevin: "Thanks Ms. Jones. For everything." Ms. Jones: "As for you Karl. You look nice too. It's just the right size." I know I'm blushing when I answer her. Karl: "Thanks." So today is the first day of the rest of my life with Kevin and the many things a naked boy can dream up. It's not long before he has dozens of friends that come over to play or swim. Most actually go naked too. A few keep their clothes on. Some come with parents and others by themselves. My life is no longer lonely. As for the Angel. I never saw him/her. Actually Angels are both. None of us adults saw him. According to Kevin he left as soon as I got off the sofa and started praising God. His job was finished at that point. It's fun having a naked son running around in thee house. My sister's daughter's boys come over a lot more now. They strip naked as soon as they get in the house and stay naked until time to leave. So I have three naked boys in my house playing and having fun together most every day. The thing is, they look like triplets, all being immature in their little boyhoods. I of course am now living naked, which I love and my sister seems to be getting used to. I posted signs on my doors and gates that this is a nudist home. I'm thinking the sign actually encourages kids to stop and play with Kevin and for the first time, I'm getting to know my neighbors who also come by. Yes, it's just a little embarrassing talking to neighbors when I'm naked and they're clothed, but since we usually go out in the yard to supervise our kids playing in ht pool, I get to wear shorts. All-in-all, I have a wonderful life now.