Date: Fri, 27 Sep 2019 13:42:13 +0000 (UTC) From: Fritz Subject: Raising Boys 5 Thanks for reading my stories and for all the correspondence. I hope you will free to drop a me note at fritz819@yahoo.com. Criticism is helpful. I'm a big boy. I can take it. I urge you to contribute to the archive online at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. RAISING BOYS 5 I felt really good about hiring young Jack to help me out with my boys and looked forward to having him move into the guest house the following day. After Gil and Jack left, I called the boys downstairs to share an evening snack of fruit salad with a dollop of whipped cream. I simply told them I had hired Jack to be around to help out with errands, to look after them anytime I was away from the house and to be their swim instructor. They were good with the information and had no significant questions. I told the boys he would be moving into the guest house tomorrow. Landry just smiled and said, "I guess it'll be like having another brother." I didn't realize it at the time, but the baby boy was right on with that assessment. After our snack, I sent the boys up to get ready for bed. When I went in to tuck Landry, he was in his bed naked as a jaybird with his stuffed panda in one hand and his soft little boycock in the other. I asked him why he had taken off the pajamas he was wearing earlier. He just smiled and said, "it feels nice to be naked, daddy." I could've argued but I figured he was probably right. For me it was just not a big deal and one thing I had learned in business was that one should pick his battles carefully. I turned on his night light and tucked him in, giving him a long kiss on his forehead. "I love you, baby boy!" "I love you too, daddy". After settling him in, I went into Ren's room. He was wearing light blue cotton pajamas in his bed, reading one of the Harry Potter books. I asked him if he liked the Potter series. He said he did and that mom had encouraged him to read at least one book a week during summer vacation. I brushed his silky hair back from his forehead and leaned down to kiss that space. I felt his body stiffen slightly but he didn't pull away. "Good night, son. I love you. "Good night, dad. Love you too." I found it strange that neither of my boys ever closed the doors to their rooms, but I said nothing about it. I left his door open, thinking that if he wanted it closed, he would have asked me to close it. I went into my room to get ready for bed. I pulled out some light cotton pajama pants and donned them with an older, thin tee shirt. The house was so very quiet. I began to reflect in the dark on the last few days and weeks. Now here I was, a single dad, not quite forty years old, with a thirteen year old son and a six year old son I barely knew. Both had undergone the trauma of suddenly losing a loving, caring mom and are left with an absentee father they don't really know. My own dad was still alive, living a couple of hours away with his trophy wife and stepdaughters, but the boys didn't know him and he had shown no interest in renewing any relationship with us. His wife had nothing for me or my sister, as dad had told Miss Platinum Trophy Bitchr we could never be trusted. He still resented my sister and me for taking the side of our mom during the lengthy nasty divorce, particularly after mom's attorney found dad had hidden a substantial amount of assets during the proceedings. I can't say that I had any interest in mending those fences. I had long ago come to terms with the fact that Coach Jordan was more of a father to me than my biological father could ever be. It was coach who equipped me for adulthood, who gave me encouragement and who helped me become the man I am today, for what that may be worth. I decided to look toward the future rather than dwelling on the past. The sale of my company had been completed so we were comfortable without my having to go to an office on a daily basis. I had set up substantial trust funds for my sons and I now had all the free time in the world. But would I know how to use it? I wanted to build relationships with Ren and Landry, but I had never had a model for a father-son relationship other than my relationship with coach. I considered calling on the young pastor who did Marcie's service, but given my unpleasant experience with Pastor Charles, I couldn't make that call right now. I decided to cut the introspection and just dive into fatherhood. I would either sink or I would swim. Marcie had made our home beautiful yet livable. I realized it was more house than we needed for the three of us but I didn't feel moving to a different home would be healthy for the boys. I felt they needed stability and emotional support more than anything. I just wasn't sure whether I was equipped to provide that for my boys. As I began to get groggy, it occurred to me that I had intended to masturbate after feeling that thickness in my cock earlier today. I decided I was too tired to bother and determined to set aside some private time for that tomorrow after we finished getting Jack moved into the guest house. Eventually I settled into a deep sleep. Sometime during the night I awakened, having sensed movement near me. As I became more wakeful, I found a very naked six year-old kid snuggled up to me with both his arms holding on to my bicep. The next day Jack arrived just before noon in a fairly new Ford F-150 truck. I saw the truck was loaded with lots of clothes and quite a bit of sports equipment, including an exercise machine, soccer balls, footballs, and water skis. He explained the police had allowed him in his room at home to get some of his things but that he had been under the watchful eye of an officer at all times. His clothes were packed in a Luis Vuitton trunk for which some status-conscious person had paid a small fortune. I introduced Jack again to my boys, both of whom advised me that they remembered his name and were on their best behavior. The boys enthusiastically accompanied Jack to the door of the guest house where Ren handed him a key to the house. I had previously asked Ren to hang on to the key to give to Jack and I think it made him proud that I entrusted him with that responsibility. Landry had taken to Jack immediately as evidence by his jumping into his arms for a hug immediately upon seeing him. Jack seemed completely comfortable with the show of affection so I said nothing. Jack was handsomely dressed in a deep green Polo shirt which made his eyes really pop, and a pair of plaid shorts. I couldn't help noticing his smooth body without a hair in sight below his neck. After a quick tour of the comfortable two bedroom cottage with a spacious loft and two full baths, the four of us made quick work unloading Jack's luggage and a number of boxes from the truck. It was obvious the guest house was well-built with only the fines fixtures, sparkling granite, and dark mahogany everywhere. . I had learned the previous owner's young wife (his fourth) had intended it be built it for her own parents. It was a hot day but my Ren worked every bit as hard as Jack and I and Landry did his share, bringing things into the house without complaint. I asked Jack if he had lunch yet and he said he hadn't. I told him the boys and I would head to the main house and start fixing sandwiches and he could join us when he got things a bit more sorted. Landry asked if he could stay and "help". Jack gave a nod indicating that would be fine so Ren and I headed back to the house to start preparing some lunch. I noticed that Ren had been even a bit more reserved than usual all morning, so I asked if anything was bothering him. With his eyes looking at the ground, he said, "Dad, is the reason you hired Jack because you plan on traveling again and needed someone to leave us with?" I stopped in my tracks and turned to my boy putting both my arms around him and drawing him close. "No, son, I told you I'm a full time father and I meant it. One thing you will learn about your dad is that he doesn't break promises. I'm here for you and your brother. That's for keeps. Jack is here to lend a helping hand, and to work with you guys on your swimming. It turns out that Jack is having some family problems of his own but I'm going to leave that to Jack to discuss with you when he feels comfortable." As we continued to walk slowly toward the house, my left arm around my son, Ren told me he was glad his grandmother and grandfather were gone. I asked if he wanted to talk about that but he said, "No, I'm just glad they left." I knew I would have to follow up on that with him later but this didn't feel like the right time for that discussion. Walking back to the house with my big arm around my handsome son's shoulder made me feel happy and somehow hopeful. About thirty minutes later, Jack and Landry joined us in the breakfast room for ham sandwiches, chips and sodas. It was a friendly lunch. I was pleased how Ren was interacting with Jack and his questions about his work as a lifeguard and his competitive swimming. I told Jack I fully expected him to make himself at home here and gave him the entry codes for the main gate, the guest house and the main house. There was not a sign of the sad Jack I had seen yesterday who was so troubled by the actions of his parents. After lunch we decided we would all hit the pool as it was awfully warm on this Alabama mid-July day. Jack went back to the guest house to change into his swimsuit and the boys went up to change with me close behind them. The good news was that I had found my most recent swimsuit and it still fit even if it felt just a tad tight. It was just a navy blue cotton blend swimsuit with an elastic waist with wide legs hitting me about halfway between my crotch and my knees. I got on the scales and found I had put on four pounds so I thought the tightness of the suit was really just in my mind. Then I realized the main feeling of tightness was in the crotch area and realized my cock was in a tumescent state. It wasn't a full blown hard on, just chubbing up with that lazy kind of thickening. I checked myself in the full-length mirror and wasn't displeased with what I saw. I had stayed in pretty good shape and still looked okay for a dad of two. I liked my hairy chest, covered in the thick, ginger hair and I'd always been proud of my thick treasure trail, starting just above my navel and disappearing beneath the waistband of my swimsuit. I realized my legs were still in good shape and covered in my ginger hair. I resolved to start a more regular exercise program but was pleased that I considered myself pretty fuckable. I wrapped a towel abound my waist so my semi-tented crotch wouldn't be obvious to the boys and headed down the stairs. When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I found Ren in those damned board shorts and a tee shirt again. The surprise was a very naked Landry holding his bright red Speedo in his hand. I picked my jaybird up and carried his little body to the breakfast room. He didn't seem to want to leave his little pecker alone, pointing it first at me and then at Ren. He thought it was just hilarious. I stood him on the counter and put his Speedo on him, both of us chuckling the entire time. When Ren commented that "it's a good thing he didn't do that when grandmother was here" it made me wonder why he would have said that. Even Landry got a serious expression but the mood lifted as Jack walked into the room in his bright blue Speedo. Jack wore his Speedo very well. He had a classic swimmer body which was very smooth. I noticed he had a bit of a scruffy look this morning indicating he hadn't shaved his face. It indicated he had a pretty heavy beard. I realized he must keep that hot body shaved for swimming. I had shared a bathroom with a couple of competitive swimmers in college and both kept their bodies completely shaved during the season. I couldn't help wondering if Jack shaved his most private places and what that must look and feel like. I also wondered who, if anyone, helped him shave those hard-to-reach spots. Again, my swimsuit started to feel tight in the crotch so I tried turning off those horny thoughts. I had kept the towel wrapped around my waist in an attempt to hide my semi but I thought I saw Jack take a long look at my crotch as if he might have noticed. I wrote that off to my imagination. I was a bit flattered that such a handsome youngster might be paying a bit of attention to me though. Jack was extraordinary when it came to establishing a rapport with my boys. He played well with them, lifting Landry and throwing him in the pool at least 50 times. Again today, Ren seemed a bit more reserved. He wore his tee shirt even while in the pool and I noticed he didn't seem to like to raise his arms, almost as if he were embarrassed about his thick blonde pit hair. I was becoming concerned about Ren and his own self-image but again chose to stay quiet for now. If he and Jack continued to hit it off, it might be something I could discuss with the older boy. I really wanted my older son to be comfortable with his own body and not to be ashamed to be nude or, frankly to be ashamed about anything. His mom had suffered enough shaming to last lifetimes and I had no intention of allowing anyone to do that to my boys. It was fun to watch Jack interacting with the boys. He was a perfect example of a lad who was comfortable in his own skin and not afraid to touch and rub others. He was so confident I hoped it would rub off on my boys. After a couple of hours in the pool, we were all whipped. We had decided have Mexican for dinner and I had selected a restaurant a few miles from our house. I suggested we all rinse off the chlorine in the outdoor shower and then go in to change for dinner. The guys agreed and Landry was the first one under the outdoor shower nozzle. When I looked up, Landry was again naked as a jaybird, twirling his suit on his fingers. Ren looked mortified that his brother would just bare himself in public but Jack was just laughing at his antics, as was I. I apologized to Jack for my son's behavior but he just laughed it off. "Heck, Mr. Ross, that boy doesn't have anything I haven't seen just about every day of my life," he said, laughing heartily. We all laughed at his remark – even Ren, who had earlier turned a deep shade of crimson. While we were rinsing off in our suits (except Landry) I suggest Jack drop the "Mr. Ross" and just call me Robbie, if he was comfortable with that. "Yes sir". Mr.....ummm, Robbie!" Jack replied with a chuckle. I think bringing Jack into our home was going to turn out to be a good decision – for the boys and for myself. The boys and I went upstairs to shower. Landry asked if he could shower with me and I told him of course. I had planned on maybe rubbing one out quickly in the shower to settle myself down but that plan was nipped in the bud. It was okay, because I adored my rambunctious younger son. I soaped him all over and made sure his little butt was clean. When I started to soap up his little willy he jerked away from me and looked as if he was going to cry. I lifted his soapy little body in my arms and asked him why in the world he reacted like that. He said grandmother had told him he was never to touch himself "down there" and that if he dad, he was a bad boy and he would go to hell. He look so frightened even as he said he didn't know what that meant but grandmother had said it in a really mean voice and she had frightened him. It is a good thing I didn't know where the boys' grandmother was at that point because I can't promise I wouldn't have ripped her fucking heart out of her chest at that moment. I hugged my sweet boy and told him that there is nothing wrong with a boy touching any part of his body. I again tried to explain that grandmother was sick and she said some things that were just not true. He calmed down and seemed to forget about his grandmother as I soaped his little williy and then rinsed him sparkling clean. I couldn't help wondering what that dogfaced old bitch might have said to my older son if she had been cruel enough to scare my sweet baby boy like that. I knew now that I would have to have a talk with Ren. I put on an aqua polo and khakis. Ren came out dressed in khakis and a sky blue polo, looking very handsome. He usually wore shorts to a casual dinner. I wondered if Jack might be influencing my son's fashion choices. Jack joined us about 10 minutes later, freshly shaven and in a green polo and khakis. He really was a handsome young man and he was the type who becomes more beautiful as you get to know him. When we got into the car with him in the front seat beside me, I couldn't help noticing his scent. It was that classic Old Spice after shave – the same one Coach Jordan wore all those years ago. It was indelibly imprinted on my brain and set off wild feelings in my body. I knew immediately my dick would require some private daddy time after dinner as I wondered if his face was the only thing he shaved before dinner. I lowered the top on the BMW and we headed out for dinner. The four of us enjoyed a casual Mexican meal and I even had a second Margarita after Jack offered to be the designated driver. I kind of liked the idea of having a live-in chauffeur, especially one as fun and handsome as Jack was turning out to be. When we arrived at home we said good night to Jack and headed for our bedrooms. I put on pajama pants but chose to remain shirtless. I was hoping to make Ren more comfortable with his own body by being freer about exposing my own. I went first into Landry's room to tuck him in. I found my naked boy in his birthday suit again under his light duvet. He was a sleepy boy at the end of this busy day. I gave him a kiss on the forehead and he responded by pulling my head toward him and giving me a quick kiss on the lips. I told my boy I loved him and he responded in kind. I turned on his night light and turned off the overhead. I think he was sound asleep by the time I got to the doorway. I went to Ren's room to tuck him in. I again found him reading in his Harry Potter book. As I sat down on the edge of his bed, I noticed he shifted almost imperceptibly away from me. I wondered if my above-the-waist nudity made him uncomfortable. I said, "Son, can we talk for a minute?" He expressed he was good with that. I related to him the incident with Landry earlier in the shower when he had pulled away from me so violently when I was washing his little cocklet. I told him what Landry had told me his grandmother had said. My son immediately burst into sobs and the tears started flowing. I took my boy in my arms and gently stroked his head as I let him get it out. When he calmed a bit he said, "Dad, she told me not to ever tell you anything at all. She said you wouldn't be staying with us and you'd be leaving and she would be in charge and control everything we did. I was so scared. She told me I was never to close the door to my room under any circumstances or she would teach me the same lessons she taught my Uncle Joe when he was a nasty, disgusting boy! She said if I ever touched myself `down there' I would certainly go to Hell and burn in the fiery flames forever. She made it sound awful, dad. I was more scared than I've ever been!" To this day, I can't believe how calm I stayed. How I despised that self-righteous bitch for abusing my children in this way, but I don't think Ren had any inkling how angry I was. I quietly apologized to my older son for ever allowing that woman in our house and for ever leaving him for even one second in her care. "Little man, I promise you it will never happen again. You won't ever even have to see that woman again as long as you live unless it is your choice to do so. She is out of our lives. I found out, son, that she treated your mom and your Uncle Joe very badly but I didn't even know until after your mom died. I can't change the bad things she did to her own children but you can bet on one thing: she will never do those nasty things to my boys. I hope you know I'm being truthful son. She is out of our lives." Ren shed a few more tears and scooted over allowing me to lie down beside him. I put my arm around him and held him for a good ten minutes. I lay skin to skin with my boy and it didn't seem to bother him. He seemed calm and at peace. I think it may have been the first time he truly believed his dad was home to stay and would be there for him. I even noticed that as I continued to gently rub his head, making swirls in his golden hair, he had begun to rub my chest – my hairy daddy chest he had seemed so uncomfortable with earlier. As we lay there, the reality hit me! Ren was the age I was when I had my first encounter with Coach Jordan. I couldn't believe I had missed so much of my boy's life. I was determined to make it up to him – whatever it took. As I continued to stroke his head, I noticed his hand on my chest had become very still and his breathing even. I lifted up enough to look into his face and found my boy sleeping peacefully. I kissed him on the cheek and headed for my bedroom. On the way out, I quietly closed his door. I climbed into my bed in just my pajama pants, exhausted and emotionally drained by the maddening things I had learned on this day. Sleep came slowly as I lay awake thinking about my older son being the same age I was when Coach Jordan introduced me to sex. I hadn't seen my older son naked but I knew he had to have a more mature body than I did. I remembered that when I was his age, I had only a few ginger hairs at the top of my little penis. I hadn't developed significant pit hair until I was almost 15, yet Ren has thick ginger blonde hair in his pits. Has my boy started cumming yet? Has anyone had sex with him? I realized my cock was now rock hard and there would be no sleep without relieving that pressure. I kicked off my pajama pants and started stroking my dick. It took less than three minutes till I was cumming like a fountain. I was able to catch most of my load and I ate it, remembering the first time I tasted coach's load. At that point I fell asleep. I slept deeply. About 6 hours later I awoke. I was still naked in my bed with my pajama pants at my ankles. I had sensed some movement on my left and again I found my naked Landry sound asleep with one of his hands wrapped around my bicep and the other resting in my thick pubic bush. The difference this morning was that I also found my Ren in my bed in his pajamas lying on my other side. My older boy was clothed but he had his left hand resting on my hairy chest. To say I was surprised would be an understatement. I carefully climbed out of bed without waking those two, retrieved my pajama bottoms from under the sheet and crept into the bathroom where I peed and took a quick, very hot shower. After my shower I put on a clean pair of pajama pants and crawled back in between my sleeping boys. Less than five minutes later, Ren's eyes opened. He looked over and gave me one of his dazzling smiles. Then he looked a bit sheepish and began to apologize for coming into my bed. I asked him if everything was all right. He said things were fine but that he had awakened in the middle of the night and his bedroom door was closed. He said he didn't understand why but that made him afraid I might have left. He had also been frightened because grandmother had warned him never to close his bedroom door. I pulled him in close to me and put my big arm around him at the shoulders. He began to rub my chest with his hand stroking it gently. His hand would inadvertently brush my nipple and cause sensations like electric shocks in my crotch. About that time, Landry opened his eyes. My naked boy was ready to start a new day and tried to dive between Ren and me. We play wrestled for a bit and I noticed as we did his little peenie began to harden. I said "it looks like somebody may need to pee pee." Landry laughed and headed for the bathroom. Ren said he needed to go too but he headed toward his own bedroom where he had a private bath. In a few minutes both boys joined me again in my bed. I realized today was Sunday and asked if either of them might want to go to church. Neither boy expressed an interest. I knew that Marcie used to take them to Sunday School at the Methodist Church about 2 miles from our own. I felt that was probably only because her cunt of a mother guilt tripped her into doing so and I had no intention of forcing that on my sons. If either son expressed any interest in religion I would be supportive and even attend with them, but having witnessed what America's Best Christian Bitch had done to members of my family, I had no intention of forcing it on my sons. I was struggling internally with what, if anything to do with regard to my mother-in-law and had decided that for now I would table any attempt to locate them until I had a chance for a longer talk with my brother in law. He was expecting to be a father any day now so I didn't want to burden him with unpleasant memories. The boys wanted to go for a morning swim so I headed downstairs to fix a quick breakfast while they got changed into swimsuits. Jack had indicated he would be glad to start swim lessons for the boys today if that worked for us and both boys had been enthusiastic about that idea. I looked through the patio doors and saw Jack was already in the pool swimming laps. I asked Landry to run out and invite him to breakfast and he returned saying Jack had already had breakfast and was ready for swim lessons when we were. Both boys had been enthusiastic about swimming lessons. I was a bit surprised at Ren's enthusiasm but I felt Jack was already having a really positive influence on my boy. We enjoyed a light breakfast then just chatted for about fifteen minutes to let the meal settle before swimming. Jack came in and joined us for a half cup of coffee. This boy had a beautiful smile and was generally just a joy to be around. Today he had on a bright orange Speedo. I asked him if he was a Tennessee Voles fan and he said that he was not, but that a friend of his on the Tennessee swim team had sent him the Speedo. He stood up and showed the small Tennessee Vols insignia on the suit. It was impossible not to notice his perfectly smooth body. I wondered if he did a complete body shave every day and my mind wandered to what his smooth body must look like and feel like. I was having a mental image of his naked body covered in white shaving cream and felt myself throwing a chub. I tried to erase the thoughts and grabbed a towel to put in my lap. I realized I had masturbated last night and wondered if I was becoming a more sexual creature at my advanced age. All four of us hit the pool and cooled off for a bit. I exited and took a lounge chair at poolside to observe as Jack started working with the boys on swim techniques. I had brought my book out with me and was reading, not paying close attention to the boys and Jack. About 45 minutes later I heard Jack calling my name. I went over to the edge of the pool and joined the boys. Jack said both of the boys showed some talent for swimming. He indicated he knew the guy Marcie had hired for the previous two summers and the young man was a very good swimmer and a good teacher. He suggested that we consider signing the boys up for competitive swimming as the college had a fall league for boys of all ages starting in September. I told him we would talk it over and let him know. Jack said he would check but he thought the deadline for signing up was in about 2 weeks. Landry was 100% for doing it but I sensed some reticence on Ren's part. Jack's mention of the league swimming made me realize it was time to start preparing for the boys to return to school in less than three weeks. I shamefully realized I didn't even know what schools my own sons attended. Time to bring dad up to speed post haste. Jack went back to the guest house to study for a final in the course he was taking over summer semester and the boys and I rinsed off and headed indoors for hot showers. Again Landry was naked and running around like a little monkey. All of us just chuckled at his antics and I observed that if Ren was blushing at his brother's lack of modesty, it wasn't as noticeable as it had been previously. I asked the boys what they wanted for lunch and they agreed on bar-b-q. After showering and dressing in tee shirts and shorts, we headed out for Big Bob's, for some good old fashioned southern bar-b-q. At lunch I initiated a conversation about school. Landry would be entering first grade at the same school he attended for pre-k and kindergarten. Ren would be an eighth grader, starting his final year of middle school. Landry seemed to love going to school and said he had missed his friends during summer break. Ren was, as usual, a bit more reserved, but he did say he liked his school and had experienced no problems with any of his teachers of any of his course work. I asked him about his grades and had to bite back my own embarrassed tears when he told me he had only made A's in school. I wanted to hug him and announce to the entire restaurant that this beautiful, smart boy was my fucking son. I managed to restrain myself. I was able to call the schools and find out starting dates, orientation dates, supply lists and other pertinent information We took a whole day for shopping for school supplies and new school clothes on Monday. Jack had a morning class and we agreed to meet him at our pool later for swim their lessons. While shopping, the boys and I had a discussion about joining swim teams. Landry was a definite yes and was bouncing up and down about it. He even insisted on a new Speedo in a fire engine red color. Ren had no interest in a new swimsuit. I sensed some hesitation in him making a commitment to the swim team but I wasn't sure what it was about. I had told the boys if they wanted to join a team that would be great but I would expect them to fulfill the commitment. I advised them if they did this, I would insist they complete the season, explaining that we have to take the commitments we make seriously. Again, Ren was hesitant. While Landry was in the changing room trying on his new Speedo, I flat out asked Ren why he was hesitating. His face turned a deep shade of red and he said, "Dad, I'm kinda embarrassed to wear a bathing suit like the ones Landry and Jack wear. They're all right for little boys or some guy with muscles like Jack, but I don't think I want to be seen in public with so little on my body." I assured my boy that he had a terrific body and was a great-looking kid. I told him that what he was feeling was okay – some people are less comfortable exposing their bodies than others. I assured him that was okay – that being modest was nothing to be ashamed of. He said if it weren't for wearing a Speedo he'd jump at the chance to join a team. He then asked if he could maybe swim in his board shorts and still be on the team. I told him I honestly didn't know what the rules were and encouraged him to discuss the rules and his concerns with Jack. He said that it might be embarrassing to talk about it with Jack, but I strongly encouraged him to do so and he said he would think about it. Three hours and twelve hundred and eighty dollars (and sixty-three cents) later we left the mall with bags of new clothes and only one Speedo. I had encouraged Ren to try one on and see how it felt. I told him he wouldn't even have to come out of the changing room and show it to me if he didn't want to. He just couldn't bring himself to do it. I told him it was fine but I feared his chance to be on a swim team might be lost. The next week went by smoothly for all of us. Jack was always attentive to the boys and it was very apparent their swimming was improving. They really seemed to be making gains very quickly and I gave Jack full credit as a teacher and mentor. Landry had decided he would definitely like to join a swim team but Ren was going back and forth. When he was with Jack, he seemed ready to take the plunge, but then he would be alone for a bit and his old doubts about his body seemed to creep back in. The boys were scheduled with Jack at three that afternoon for their usual lessons. That morning, I asked Ren if he had the talk I suggested with Jack about the swimsuit issue. He looked at the floor and said he just hadn't been able to bring the subject up because he was embarrassed. I reminded Ren the deadline for signing up for teams was the following morning. I told the boy I would support his decision either way and that I hoped he would at least talk to Jack about it.. When we met Jack at the pool at three he was already in the water swimming laps. He started working with Landry while Ren and I chilled and then swam some laps. When he finished Landry's instruction I encouraged my younger son to make a run to the store with me. I told him we were out of cereal, which was a little white lie, but I really wanted Ren to at least have the opportunity to talk privately with Jack. I wasn't hopeful for a good outcome, but I wanted him to have the chance. When we arrived back at home, Jack's truck was in the driveway of the guest house, but the boys were not in sight around the pool. When we didn't find them in the kitchen or upstairs, I figured they might have gone to the guest house to grab some water or a soda. Landry and I got back into the pool and I was throwing him up in the air so he could splash down. He loved doing that and I felt so close to my baby boy when we were playing. His laughter was the best music a dad could ever hope to hear. About ten minutes later I heard voices behind me and I looked around to find my older son dressed in a tiny red and blue striped Speedo. To say my boy looked beautiful doesn't do justice. How he could hide that body in board shorts, I would never understand. There was not a hair to be seen on his chest, but he had the lightest trail of reddish-blonde of blonde hairs trailing from his navel down into the Speedo. My boy filled out his bathing suit as well as Jack did his. Down his legs he had downy golden hairs. It was obvious my boy was destined to be a furry blonde bear but at this point he was still a boy. A beautiful boy indeed. I was speechless. Landry jumped up and down clapping his hands for his brother. Jack explained that he and Ren had talked about my son's concerns about wearing such a brief bathing suit. Jack told him he had kept all of his competition suits from the time he started swimming and suggested they go to the cottage and let him try some on. I don't think another person on this earth could have persuaded my kid to do that. Jack had become my boy's hero and he was now mine as well. Ren was all in on joining a competitive swim team and I couldn't have been happier! I was glad I was in the pool when my son came out in that Speedo because looking at my boy had me hard as a rock. The thought of him and Jack in the guest house trying on swimsuits had me really going. I sadly realized Jack had probably seen my beautiful son naked before I had. I felt a brief pang of jealousy but that passed quickly as I realized what Jack was doing for my son's confidence. Looking at him in that Speedo was wonderful but I was now even more curious to see my older son naked as the day he was born. Jack confirmed that signup deadline was the following day. We agreed that we would go and get the boys signed up, get their team assignments and practice times. After Ren and Jack finished their lesson I sent the boys to the outdoor shower for a quick rinse then up to shower and dress. I went over to Jack as he was still in the pool. I reached for him and gave him a big hug, thanking him for giving my son confidence. I told Jack he had done more for my son in a couple of weeks than I could ever have imagined and I could never repay him. The boy's eyes clouded over and he was fighting back tears. He said, "Rob, you and your boys have given me a place to live that feels like home. You know my family situation and I haven't felt wanted or needed since I was Ren's age. My parents were arguing, fighting, drinking and screaming at each other since just before my thirteenth birthday. You and your sons feel more like family to me than my biological family. I hugged this sweet boy and felt his stifled sobs for a couple of minutes. When we pulled apart, I pushed the hair off his forehead and kissed him on the cheek, like I do my sons. "Thank you, Robbie. Thank you for everything". That evening I received a call from Gil. He asked how Jack was working out. I thanked him for recommending the kid, told him what an amazing teacher and an amazing person he is. "Gil," I said," I will never find a way to thank you for bringing this kid into our lives but I will try until the day I die." I brought him up to date on the changes in Ren and the news about the swim team. As I started to wind down, I realized he must have had some reason for calling. "Gil, is everything all right?" I asked. "No, "he said. "Jack's father died from his injuries two hours ago and his mother will probably be indicted for murder within 48 hours. I thought I might head over and break the news to him but I wanted to give you a head's up in case he heard it on the news before I got there." "Gil," I said, "you are always welcome to come to my home and I appreciate your willingness to break the news to the boy, but I will be more than willing to give him the news." Gil then admitted he and his wife had eight people at their home for a dinner party but reiterated that he was still willing to break away and come over. "You know I'm crazy about that kid, Robbie. I trust you to give him the news. I will keep my cell phone right beside me and if you think I can be of help, please don't hesitate to ring me back, no matter the hour. Good night and God bless." I checked on the boys and found Ren reading his little brother a story. I told the boys I needed to talk to Jack and I would be back shortly. They were fine with that. I slowly walked down to the guest house and knocked on the door. Jack bounced to the door cheerily, greeting me warmly. He had apparently just finished his shower and was towel-drying his hair, dressed in a sky blue terrycloth robe, loosely tied at the waist. "What's up, Robbie? " he asked. "Jack, I'm afraid I have to give you some bad news about your family." His shoulders drooped and I thought he might crumple to the floor. "My dad?" he asked, hoping against hope he was wrong. "I'm afraid so, son." I could see this 19 year old boy trying to be brave and trying not to fall apart. I reached out and he came into my arms. He began to sob. It broke my heart to hear him, but I knew he had to let it out. I stood there holding him for at least five minutes until he began to regain control. He was an incredibly brave kid, having been hit with this terrible news. He thanked me for coming to tell him and said he didn't know what he would have done if he had seen it on the news or heard it on the radio. I told him there was no way I was leaving him alone tonight. "Jack," you are coming to the house to spend the night with my boys and me". He insisted he would be fine but I wasn't having it. He said he should get dressed but I told him he was fine. I told him if he needed clothes I'd find something to fit him. I was seriously worried about the lad and I had no intention of letting him out of my sight until I knew he would be okay. He was helping my family heal and he had become an integral part of our family. I held him tightly around his waist and led him up the path to the house. We went up the stairs quietly and I led him into my bedroom. I laid him on the bed gently. He was totally silent. My boys had heard me come in and came to the door of my room. Peering into my room, they quietly asked if Jack was okay after seeing him on my bed. I explained to them that he had gotten some sad news but that I was taking care of him and he would be okay. Ren and Landry walked to the bed and wrapped Jack in their arms tightly in a long, silent hug. Both my boys looked so sad and had the same feeling of helplessness I was experiencing at the moment. I told the boys to head for bed and I would be in shortly to tuck them in. I turned back to Jack as he continued to lie motionless on top of the bedcovers. My heart was breaking for him. Losing a parent is enough of a blow, but losing a parent in a conflicted love/hate relationship is even harder to deal with. I realized I still had more bad news for the boy, but I felt the rest could wait. He needed to feel loved and appreciated at this moment. I knew that my boys and I were up to giving Jack what he needed. I sat on the side of the bed beside him for a few moments, gently stroking his hair. He had all sorts of questions going through his head – questions a young man should never have to deal with. What will happen to mom? How do I make funeral arrangements? How much will this cost? How will I pay for it? He was sobbing quietly as I sat there. I gave him a deep hug and told him I was going to the kitchen to get some water for him. I went down to get his water and on the way back I stopped in Landry's room. He was asleep, naked as usual, on the top of his covers. I gently lifted him and covered him up. I brushed his forehead and planted a kiss. "I sure do love you, baby boy." I turned on his night light and turned off the overhead, leaving his door ajar. When I went in Ren's room, his eyes were red. I could tell he had been crying. I asked him if he was okay and he said "Yes, but seeing Jack upset brought back some of my feelings from when mom died." I put my arm around him and just held him quietly. Shortly after that, he said, "dad, I'm okay now. You need to go to Jack. He needs your right now more than we do." He looked me squarely in the eye and asked me to tell Jack how much he loves him. He added, "I love you too, dad." "And I love you, my precious, precious boy!!" As I left Ren's room, I noticed my boy had gone to bed without a shirt on tonight. This was the first time I could remember that happening. I hoped he was becoming more comfortable with his own body and I felt positive about it. I went into my room to find Jack in the same position lying quietly. I could tell from the evenness of his breathing he had drifted off to sleep. I lay down beside him and put my arm around him. I just lay there quietly holding this beautiful, sweet boy tightly until I joined him in sleep. I awoke sometime in the middle of the night. I couldn't see my bedside clock but it was still dark in the bedroom except the pale light from the night light. I didn't want to move and risk waking Jack. He would need all the sleep he could get to make it through the coming tough days. I still had my left arm behind his neck. When we had fallen asleep, Jack had been lying on his back in only the sky blue terrycloth robe. Now I realized he had turned toward me and actually had his left arm across my chest, his curled fingers resting in my chest hair. I could, in the dim light, just make out that his robe had gapped open, exposing a smoothly shaved pubic area and a pair of low-hanging man-boy balls. I couldn't quite tell if he was circumcised as the edge of his robe covered most of his penis. He was a beautiful sight to behold - a boy on the very cusp of manhood. Thank goodness he was sleeping soundly and couldn't see the hard cock I was sporting as I innocently held this beautiful boy!! At some point I too again drifted into a deep sleep. I awoke again at a quarter of six. Jack was still sleeping soundly. He had turned onto his stomach and his robe was askew completely revealing his beautiful smooth butt. It was a beautiful sight to behold, but I tore my eyes away and quietly headed for my shower. After a good long piss, I finally got my cock to go down and jumped into a hot shower. While rinsing soap from my hair with my eyes closed, I felt a small body bumping up against me in the shower. It was of course my favorite naked baby boy joining me for a morning shower. I held a finger to my mouth, indicating we should be quiet so as not to wake Jack. He mimicked the gesture, nodding his head in agreement. We finished our shower and got out. I dried my boy off, wrapped him in a fluffy towel, and then draped myself in a towel while Landry walked around the bathroom buck naked and totally oblivious to the fact he was naked. I got dressed and we went downstairs to start breakfast. At a quarter to seven, my cell phone rang. I was startled and a bit concerned that someone would be calling so early but it was Gil, who apologized for the early call but said he had not slept at all last night worrying about Jack. He said he felt incredibly guilty about leaving it to me to break the bad news. I assured Gil that we were all right and that Jack was upstairs asleep in my bedroom. He asked if it would be okay if he dropped by to see Jack this morning. I told him of course it would be and gave him a heads up that I had not given Jack the news about his mother as I felt it might have been too much to handle on top of the news of his dad's death. Gil said that was probably a smart move and offered to be there while I gave the kid the rest of the bad news. I told him we could play it by ear after we got a feel for how the kid was doing this morning. Gil said to should expect him in about thirty minutes and accepted my offer of breakfast. I put the eggs, bacon and biscuits into the warming oven and went upstairs to check on Ren and Jack. Ren was up and in the shower when I knocked on his door but he said through the door that he would be down in ten to fifteen minutes. Landry had gone back into his room looking for his missing roller skate. I went in my bedroom to find jack still asleep. I sat there on the bed, just watching this beautiful young man sleep with my hand on his upper arm. His eyes blinked open and for a moment he couldn't remember where he was or why he was there. It was obvious he was remembering when he looked at me with a smile that could melt a statue. "I hope I didn't keep you awake last night, Robbie. Thank you so much for taking care of me. "As he turned over onto his back I spotted a definite tent in the sheet right below his waist. He seemed to be totally unaware of it and we continued our conversation. I told him Gil had already called to see how he was and that he was on his way over to see him and have breakfast with us I suggested he might want to get up and get dressed. He stayed where he was, glancing down at his crotch, looking embarrassed. I chucked at his obvious embarrassment. "Jack, remember the first time you were here and Landry stripped naked under the outdoor shower? You thought it was funny and reassured us that the kid didn't have anything you haven't seen before. I think the same applies here." Jack laughed heartily threw back the sheet and stood up proudly right in front of me. He dropped his robe with his erect cock on display and came directly to me for a hug. We embraced for a full ten seconds and I could feel his hard cock pressing into my crotch. I could also feel myself getting hard quickly. I told him that as nice as that hug was, Gil would here shortly and the sight of me hugging a naked boy might give him a heart attack. He released me, planting a quick kiss on my mouth, and headed to the bathroom as I swatted him on that beautiful naked boy bubble butt. " You better behave, old man," he said with a laugh as he closed the bathroom door behind him. I headed downstairs just as I heard Gil's car pulling into the drive. "That boy is special," I thought, as I wished I'd had more time to enjoy the view of his beautiful body.