The
Abandoned Boy Scout
by
The_Curmudgeon
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This is the first book in a series of three followed by Transition into a Family, and then It's A Boys Life Home.
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And
now, I present, Book One,
The Abandoned Boy Scout
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March 1, 1980
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I was a Scout leader starting back in the mid-1970s. The troop was one of the more active ones in the council; we met weekly on Thursdays, camped at least one weekend a month, and would occasionally throw in a service project or some other special event.
Our meeting times were the same as most Scout troops, 7:00 p.m. to 8:30 p.m. Our campouts, depending where they were, usually ran from Friday evening through Sunday afternoon.
Most parents are very good at being there to pick up their young ones at the end of the meetings. As Scoutmaster, I was always the last to leave, as I had to lock the building. On rare occasions, a Scout would be waiting on the porch for his parent. I would never leave a boy sitting there alone so I would have him wait in my car with me till their parent arrived.
The late parent would always sputter how sorry they were and had a slew of excuses as to why they were late. In my own mind, I was telling myself that they had used the opportunity of having their son out of the house for a few hours for some wild sex in the living room and forgot the time. I would smile and tell them to forget about it. It was part of the job and I didn't mind as long as it didn't happen too often.
On extremely rare instances, even after waiting a half hour and the parent still had not arrived, I would drive the boy home. I would wait at the curb till the boy was safely inside, before driving away.
This type of incident was slightly more prevalent after outings due to the varying times we would return to the meeting building. More than once I took multiple kids home with me so they could call their parents to come pick them up. Cell phones weren't a thing back then and our building didn't have a phone.
I had a slightly off-center sense of humor back then too, but the kids seemed to enjoy it. One of my jokes was to pick one of the newer boys and as we started the drive to the campground, I would ask him where his parents were moving. This usually got a reply that they weren't moving! My response was "That's not what your parents told me." An instantaneous look of shock/concern/panic would cross their face before I would admit that I was just kidding.
Then Mark Williams joined the troop. Two or three times a month, he was the Scout sitting on the porch waiting for his mother.
The troop did a service project Saturday March 1st that included painting bench seats, a block wall, and staining a couple hundred feet of wood fencing. We sent home flyers detailing specifics like clothing that should be worn, and the hours it would run, 9:00 a.m. to 2:00 p.m. Mark was dropped off late at the project site in his regular uniform. Between the four adults supervising that project, we were able to locate an old dress shirt, a men's 2XL that hung on his body like a circus tent. I had him remove his uniform, and wear the shirt over his undershirt and very tight, Fruit-of-the-Loom tighty whities.
At the end of the project, we returned to the meeting hall and waited for the parents to arrive. There was one boy leftover, Mark. I had to have him sit on an old blanket in my Suburban just to get him to the church. He had sat on a bench that we had just been painted and paint soaked into the shirt. I took him home to make his call and told him, "Before you go in, take off the shirt. Don't sit down. Don't touch anything except the phone."
"Who am I supposed to be calling?" he innocently asked.
"Um, your mom, so she can pick you up."
"She and Russ won't be home till after lunch tomorrow."
"Excuse me?"
"We thought the project was from Saturday 9:00 a.m. to Sunday 2:00 p.m."
I pulled out one of the flyers and handed it to him. He read it and sheepishly looked up and said, "Sorry, I guess we assumed it was an overnight project/campout."
"So that's why you brought your pack with you?" Then I decided to let it go. I liked Mark, in spite of his clueless and inattentive mother.
"OK, go to the back yard and throw that shirt in the trash, I'll meet you on the back porch." He went down the driveway and I went in the front door. We met on the porch out back. The shirt was gone and I could see the many, many places the paint or stain had soaked through the outer shirt and into the underclothes.
"OK, hold it right there. You have paint all over your underpants and shirt as well. I'll need to wash them."
He quickly pulled the shirt over his head, as it turned inside out and pulled up over his head, new smears of paint streaked his hair. I gingerly took his undershirt that in several places was soaked clear through. He was standing facing me and I told him to turn around. He turned and my worst fears were revealed, there were three white stripes across his bare back and one below his underpants from the slats of the bench.
I knew there were two more I couldn't see. "Give me the underpants, carefully." He pealed them off and revealed two more stripes running across his trim buns. "Take off your shoes and socks." He stepped out of his paint dripped shoes and steadied himself with one hand on the washing machine to bend over to remove his socks. I kid you not; he had paint on his anus.
I put his clothes and his tennis shoes in the washer and started the cycle. When he removed his hand from the washer from where he steadied himself, he left a smudge of white paint on my harvest gold washing machine.
"To the bathroom, Mark," I commanded, "and don't touch anything." That is where we should have started; I should have had him undress in the shower.
I held his shoulders and directed him out through the kitchen, and living room, then down the hallway to the back of the house and my larger master bath. I started the water in the walk-in shower and as soon as it warmed up, I pushed Mark in. "I'll be right back with some cleaning materials; see what you can get off."
In the garage, I dug out various brushes and scrubbers, the Lava soap and even some paint thinner. I returned to the bathroom and skinned off my own clothes and was about to join Mark in the shower, when I realized he was doing exactly what I asked, seeing what he could get off, except what he was getting off was his dick. The horny little pre-teen was standing there in his own little world, eyes closed and pounding his ample prick for a 12-year-old. I stood there watching Mark hurriedly stroking his penis. I could already see the white paint beginning to dissolve and circling the drain. He soon shot off his cum blast, as I waited patiently. When he opened his eyes, I was still standing just outside the shower and he blushed at being caught. I opened the door and joined him in the shower. I began my attack on the stripes across his backside with a brush with firm bristles.
I started up a conversation, "So how long have you been able to shoot? Aren't you still 12?"
"It was during Christmas break that I cummed the first time. I'll be 13 in May."
He was lucky; the paint was still moist, and was dissolving from his body. That also bode well for his paint-soaked clothing as well. The spots of stain across his back and all over his arms and legs, proved more challenging. I had to use the abrasive soap with the brush to get those spots. I had him stand on the built-in shower seat so I could work on him from his waist down. To get to the paint on his anus, I had him bend over at his waist and I spread his cheeks with my left hand. I rubbed the bar of soap across the paint then using the index finger of my right hand, I began scrubbing his puckered opening. The paint actually came off quickly with just the soap, but for some fun, I decided to have some fun with the situation. I pushed my thumb into his butt and used my finger to scrub the surface between my fingers and thumb. I pulled my thumb replacing it with a finger and continued playing with him. Mark said nothing the whole time, just would take deep breaths occasionally. Figuring I had played enough with his anal area, I declared his butt clean.
While up on the bench, I also got the spots around his ankles. With his backside done, I needed him to turn towards me so I could work on his front. I held his hips and turned him. His penis was about 4 inches from my face.
While only 12-years-old, it was about 4" long in its current tumescent condition, erect, when he was pounding it, it appeared about 4½", when flaccid, it would maybe only be 3", he still had young-boy thin penis. What broke my concentration and allowed me to stop staring at his boyhood, was the ridiculous white spot of paint covering just the tip of his penis. I laughed, and pointed it out to Mark. He grinned and admitted that one of the other boys had dared him to touch the fresh paint with his dick. I cleaned all the other spots from his ankles up to his groin then skipped to his stomach and chest. I had him get off the bench and worked his arms neck and face. I shampooed his hair. He came clean surprisingly, now for that one spot.
"May I handle your penis?" When around the boys, I like to use real body part names, knowing they may not ever hear their correct names at home. He gave his permission and mentioned that Russ never asked permission. That quick comment almost slipped past, but I asked, "Who exactly is Russ."
"He's my mom's current boyfriend."
"Oh, I think I know him. I met him once when I dropped you off."
Now firmly gripping his penis, I tried scrubbing the paint off with a soapy washcloth. It wasn't working. "How long has this paint been on there?"
"Oh, I did that early this morning, maybe 10 o'clock."
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March 1-2, 1980
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Shit, this paint was completely dry and was the oil-based stuff we used on the block wall. I shut off the water and stepped from the shower stall. I got out a couple towels and gave him one. "Dry off and bring your towel into the living room." We spread his towel on the floor and I had him lay on his back, with his little dick with the white dot on the end sticking up.
I dipped a rag in the paint thinner and laid down next to Mark. I decided to help Mark feel comfortably by remaining as naked with him. I leaned over his dick and grabbed it in my left hand. "What I'm going to do is try to wipe the paint off with the paint thinner. I'll start at the outside and work towards the urethra. I'm going to try to not to get any inside the urethra, it might sting if I do. You let me know if it becomes uncomfortable."
I began wiping the paint from the outer edge and all the way around. No paint dissolved, but the edge slowly peeled away from the skin of his glans. That works too, I thought to myself, and continued wiping from the outside towards the center.
I was so focused on keeping the paint thinner away from his urethra, that I didn't notice the little twitches his body was making. As I wiped the head of his dick, his body would occasionally cringe at my touch, his hips jerking away from my hand. I heard him make a couple soft moans and I asked him "What was that, Mark?"
"I think. . . I think I'm gonna. . . ."
From the end of his dick shot a rocket of semen. Three forceful yet small spurts expelled towards my face at light speed. I had no time to move away, but I was able to close my eyes just as the first spurt hit me squarely in the left eye. I was moving by the time the second spurt ejected and nicked my left ear. The third spurt missed me and fell harmlessly back on my hand still holding his penis.
I was so embarrassed, I had been holding this kid's dick, rotating it, twisting it, rubbing the tip of it, actually masturbating him for the past 10 minutes.
Mark was embarrassed too, "I didn't mean to cum on you. Russ usually covers it with his mouth."
The information he was revealing was interesting. Russ plays with his dick and gives him blowjobs. In my fantasy, I'd like to give him a blowjob too.
"It's ok Mark, don't worry about it, ejaculations are part of every boy's life. We all do it. I got up and went to the bath to wash off. I scooped his cum off my closed eye and my ear and stuck those fingers in my mouth. I cleaned my hand with my tongue where his third projectile landed. It was my first time tasting boy cum, and I found it somewhat pleasant. I cleaned up and went back to the living room. "Ready to pick up where we left off? We're almost done, only about a ⅛ of an inch to go.
"Go ahead," was all he said. I laid back down and he asked, "Can I hold your penis too, Mr. Jeffries?"
That seemed like a fair request, I had just masturbated him. "Sure Mark, go ahead."
He grabbed hold of my not only hard, but also aroused dick, and I became hyper-aware of his hand holding me. I picked up his penis but it had gone flaccid after his orgasm, so I asked him if it was all right to make him erect again, so I could work on the tip.
"Thank you for asking. Yeah, go ahead, Russ never asks." So apparently, Russ did things to him without asking.
I pumped him up and down a few times and could feel his hardness returning. As he thickened, I could feel every nuance of his hand holding my own penis. I could feel every finger and his thumb as they held me seemingly still, but it was not still, his every breath, every twitch or movement of his body transferred down his arm to the hand holding my dick, and I could feel the connection.
I picked up the rag with the paint thinner and went back to work releasing the paint from his skin. I worked his penis as I had done before, but now he was mimicking my motions on my dick. "If you don't stop that, you'll make me cum too."
"Yeah, I know."
30 seconds later I announced, "I'm cumming."
He sped up his motions actually stroking my dick and I cummed on his chest, stomach, and all over his dick and balls. Good thing we were on towels. I picked him up and our towels pulling him to my chest squishing my semen between us, and carried him back into the shower. I dropped our towels and reached in turning the water back on. The warm water returned and I carried the boy into the stall allowing him to stand on the seat. We separated creating little spider webs of cum between us.
I grabbed the bar of soap and lathered up his body. Using my hands I cleaned him everywhere my semen may have gone and took special attention with the tip of his penis, I explained, "Your dick is covered in paint thinner, I need to get it all off."
"I can tell it actually stings a little."
The paint I had been trying to remove now stuck out from him like one of those collars they put on a dog after surgery, just much smaller, and sticking out from just behind the urethral opening. It was only attached by the last little bit around his urethra. I grasped it with my thumb and forefinger and tore the last of it away. It left only a couple small spots. Those tiny spots were all that remained of his painting adventure.
He took his turn and cleaned up me as well, he took special attention with my penis as I had done for him.
We finished in the shower and dried ourselves off. I got the blow drier out and did my hair. Mark asked me to do his and stood in front of the mirror. I stood behind him, my dick pressing up against the small of his back. "We don't have one of those, I like it."
I finished drying his hair and said, "Ok, now let's find you something to wear."
His reply really surprised me, "That's ok Mr. Jeffries, I don't need anything. I don't wear clothes around the house."
"Why don't you wear clothes around the house?"
"Well, I'm not supposed to tell anyone, but I know I can trust you.
"Since Russ moved in, he doesn't let me wear anything in the house. He took mom and me to a party at a big two-story house where everyone was naked. There was a swimming pool, and a game room but the games were only for the adults. There was lots of food, drinks, and drugs. The longer we were there the more people were having sex. Right out in the open. They didn't care that they were being watched, in the pool, in the grass, and there were always four or five couples or threesomes doing it in the living room. The guy who lived there called it the passion pit. There were even some teenagers doing it too. Mom told me I had been declared off limits, so no one was allowed to mess with me, unless I started it."
"Did you start anything?"
"No! I still thought sex was kind of gross back then. I mostly stayed in the TV room."
"How long ago was that?"
"Oh, over a year ago, I was still 11. It was there when I found out about Scouting. One of the other boys I talked with told me about his troop and all the fun things they did."
"So how did that party evolve into not wearing clothes at home?"
"Oh, yeah, well when we were getting ready to go home, mom had me grab my clothes, but told me not to bother getting dressed and we went out to the car and drove home. When we were back in our house, Russ told me I wasn't to wear clothes inside the house anymore, unless he or mom told me to get dressed. So now as soon as I walk in the door, I take my clothes off."
"Did anyone at the party mention `swingers,' `nudists,' or `naturists'?"
"Yeah, I heard all those terms. What do they mean?"
"Well, swingers are couples or singles who choose to have an open relationship, allowing their partners to have sex with other people. Some groups open up that concept to include their children.
Naturists and nudists are not the same as swingers, but are similar to each other; in general, they are people who choose a lifestyle based on nudity. In other words, they just like to be naked as much as possible. They will hang out with people of a like mind. You've heard of nudist resorts?"
"Yeah."
"People that use them are naturists or nudists. Inside those places it's not about sex, it's just being naked. Swingers are all about the sex."
"Oh, I see. So am I a swinger?"
"Do you go to parties and have sex with other people there?"
"Yeah, when Russ makes me go."
"Would you go if Russ didn't make you?
"No."
"So you don't like it?"
"Not really. I mean I like to cum and that feels really good, but some of the guys have really big dicks and when they try to put it in me, it hurts and I ended up crying and bleeding a couple times."
"I thought you said you were off limits at those parties?"
"I was till I turned 12."
"Is there any part of them that you liked?"
"Well some of the kids I hung out with would have me put my cock in their cunts or their butts that really felt good."
Oh, this is too much information. This 12-year-old has had more sexual experiences than I have, and I'm 34.
"I don't think you qualify as a swinger Mark.
"Since we're telling each other our secrets, I have a secret too. I'm a closet naturist. Which means inside my house, I enjoy being nude, but I've never gone outside or around anyone else. You are the first person I've ever been nude around, not counting the troop at the shower house at camp. So if you don't want to wear any clothes around my house it's ok with me and I'll join you. If you prefer, I'll get you a t-shirt to wear and I'll get dressed myself."
"Nude is fine with me. At first, Russ made me go naked, but now I'm used to it and I actually prefer it. Clothes feel confining, so I'll stay naked since that's ok with you."
"I think you qualify as a naturist, then. What would you like for dinner? Pizza?" He nodded in the affirmative, and I called in the order and got $15 from my pants placing it by the front door. "When Roger gets here with the pizza, just give him this $15 and he already knows about my nudity and is used to it, so you don't have to cover up if you don't want. Roger's cool."
I turned the TV on and gave Mark the clicker. I went to the laundry room and took his clothes from the washer. 99% of the paint came out, but none of the wood stain. "Hey Mark, come back here, and look at your clothes," I hollered to the front of the house. Mark ran to where I was and I said, "You didn't have to run, we have all night."
"Oh, when Russ calls me I have to respond immediately or he smacks my butt with his hand, so I'd rather run than have a stinging behind."
"Well you don't have to here; I would never do that to you."
I showed him his clothes with the redwood stains all over them.
"Shoot, those were my best underwear, now they're ruined. Russ will use his belt on me now." He descended into sobs and crying. I directed him back into the front room having him sit in one of the chairs.
I kneeled in front of him and tried wiping away his tears. "We can fix this; it's going to be alright Mark." That didn't help. He was still crying. I leaned in between his leg bringing my head to his lap and said, "I hope this is OK with you, tell me to stop if you want." I sucked up his little worm into my mouth and started sucking. His night crawler quickly became a stick. His cries and sobs became moans of pleasure. It didn't take long and he started thrusting his hips up at me.
"I'm gonna cum!" he managed to exclaim.
This time I didn't close my eyes or try to move away. I looked up into his face. His eyes were squeezed tightly closed and his face contorted into a grimace of ecstasy as his orgasm raced through his little body. He pushed his groin up at me one last time; he was only touching the chair with the back of his head and the backs of his legs. His penis throbbed and shot four boy-sized watery cum shots, consistent with his youthful status, into my mouth. His taste was again exquisite, just as his earlier offering had been. I swished his precious fluids around coating the inside of my mouth and swallowed the remainder. His body collapsed back into the chair, pulling his dick from my mouth. His face was relaxed, even peaceful, his eyes closed. His penis retreated to a small worm again.
"Mark? Are you ok?"
"Yeah. . . I'm. . . fine." was his slow reply as he was breathing heavy and fast trying to catch his breath.
I stood and looked down on him. His breathing was slowing and he was looking very peaceful. His dick was leaking the semen I hadn't milked out of him, so I pulled his shriveled member up and sucked the remains of his ejaculation out of him. I ran my thumb up the underside of his dick from the base to the tip bringing more of his sweet nectar to my tongue.
He waited a minute and he asked, "Why did you do that for me?"
"I can't stand to hear kids cry. I told you we can fix this, but you kept crying, and I figured you couldn't cry while your dick was being sucked. I was correct, you stopped crying."
"I heard you ask if it was alright again. I love it when you ask me. Did you notice I didn't try to stop you?"
"Yeah, I noticed. You really seemed to enjoy it."
"That was a good cum."
"Yeah, I thought you really enjoyed it too." He came over to me and wrapped his arms around me just above my butt in a tight hug. He was crushing my dick with his chest.
"Thank you, Mr. Jeffries. I don't know why you're so good to me. Thank you."
He got an evil look on his face, then asked, "So if I want a blowjob, all I have to do is start crying? Wah, wah, wah."
"Oh, stop that. If you want something, all you have to do is ask, and if you want to thank me, please stop calling me Mr. Jeffries, at least not here in the house."
"What can I call you?"
"Well, my first name is Allen."
"Can I call you something else please; you're more special to me than just Allen." There was a Star Wars VHS tape on the coffee table, Mark picked it up and said, "I could call you Yoda!"
"No you can't, I'm not a shriveled up weird looking green character. You're just being silly now."
"How about Chief?"
"Sounds like a dog's name."
There was a knock at the door and Mark beat me there. He pulled open the door and presented his naked self to Roger the young pizza deliveryman.
"My, Mr. Jeffries, you've shrunk."
"I'm not Mr. Jeffries, I'm Mark."
Mark opened the screen door and handed the $15 to Roger. Roger then gave him the pizza, "Well it was very nice to see you Mark."
"Thank you Roger, I hope to see more of you, next time."
"Did you just tell Roger that you wanted to see him naked next time?"
"I think so . . . . At least I hope so."
We took the pizza to the kitchen dinette and I got us a couple Cokes. Over dinner, we continued the conversation of what Mark could call me. Any form of dad or father was eliminated, as I was not in any way his parent.
"I could call you Master and I could be your little slave. I could wear a collar and you could lead me around on a leash."
"No I don't think so, where are you getting ideas like this?"
"From the parties Russ takes me to. One time he took me as his dog with a collar and a leash. I had to crawl around the whole time and guys would come up behind me and mount me like I was a female dog."
"Well, I'm not into that kinky stuff. The name has to be something that defines our relationship."
"Well that means I should call you dad, you're like a dad to me." That opened up another conversation about where his father was. He told me his dad left when he was young and was subsequently killed in a shoot-out in a failed bank robbery a couple years ago. I even remembered the news story covering that event.
"Ok, but I'm not your dad, so how about a different form of the word like Papa?"
"I like Papa."
"It means the same thing as dad in several languages, so ok, Papa it is."
"So how am I going to avoid getting my ass whipped for ruining my underwear?"
"As soon as we're done here, you are going to put on one of my t-shirts, and we're going to the Scout Hall," (I had totally forgotten he had his pack with clothes in it in the back of my Suburban.) "We have a lost and found box and I'm pretty sure we can find something there." I could immediately see a weight was lifted from his shoulders and a smile returned to his face.
We finished dinner and cleaned up the meal's debris. I went to get dressed and he put on my t-shirt. He looked like a little kid in a nightgown, which was exactly what he was. Many kids sleep in just an adult's t-shirt. We got in the Suburban and drove to the hall. Before we got out, he asked, "What if someone sees me?"
"So what if they do? They'll see a boy dressed in an over-size t-shirt, they won't know what's underneath. It's Saturday night, there's only three other cars in the parking lot. No one's going to even know we were here." I unlocked the door and we went inside. I locked the door behind us. I pulled the large box of lost and found clothing from the closet and returned to the hall. Mark had removed the t-shirt and stood in the middle of the room naked. "You're really cute naked," I told him.
"Yeah, you're not the first person to tell me that. I bet you'd look pretty cute too, if you were naked," he said with his evil grin again.
I dumped the box of clothes in the middle of the room and told him to dig in. I stood to the side and watched him root through the pile.
I couldn't believe the hold this kid had on me, and that I was allowing this kid to talk me into as I removed my clothes. I stood there naked, except for my socks, in the middle of our meeting hall watching Mark sort through the clothing, stopping occasionally to try something on. He finally looked my direction and said, "Yeah, you are pretty cute naked. Not like some of the fat guys at those parties."
I was feeling urges I had never felt before. I wanted to go to him, lay him on his back in the middle of the clothes pile, pick his legs up, and fuck his tight little ass till the pastor came in and found us sexually exhausted Sunday morning. I would never act on those urges, I realized they were just fantasies, and as long as I did not act, I hoped they were perfectly harmless.
He finally found a pair of underpants and an undershirt that fit him and modeled them for me. He pranced around in front of me taking every opportunity to brush against my rigid cock. He then found a pair of scout shorts that would work till he got his uniform back from Mr. Wilson at the next meeting. Frank Wilson's old dress shirt was the one that had been sacrificed to save his uniform. He wrapped his arms around me again just above my butt in another tight hug. My erect dick again compressed by his chest.
When he relaxed his hug, he allowed himself to slide down my body. When his lips reached my erection, they wrapped around it in a well-practiced move. He sucked and bobbed up and down. I couldn't help myself and didn't try to stop him. My hips started undulating, forcing myself in and out of his sweet mouth as I held his head still. I was able to warn him at least, that I was about to cum. He pulled away from me just enough to keep his lips just below the corona as I ejaculated in his mouth. There was no leakage from his lips as he swallowed everything I produced. He even ran his thumb up the urethra squeezing out what remained there. He had been well trained at those parties.
There's something about standing in the middle of a church meeting hall completely naked, with an experienced 12-year-old boy sucking your dick that really gets you off quick.
He removed his new clothing putting them with the t-shirt he had taken off earlier. We gathered up the clothing, returning them to the box and I put it back in the closet. "Let's go home."
I pulled on my clothes and Mark stood there waiting for me with a bundle of clothes under his arm. "You have to wear something back to the house," I told him.
"Russ never lets me wear anything going home after one of the parties."
"Well I'm not Russ and I really don't want to end up in jail. If someone were to see me with you and you're naked, that's exactly where I would end up. Several people that attend this church would recognize me as the troop leader."
I'm really beginning to form a strong dislike for Russ. He takes too many liberties with this boy.
"At least put the big t-shirt back on so we can go." He put on his newly found t-shirt. It only came to just above his dick.
"No, that doesn't cover enough. Put the pants on or the large t-shirt" He reluctantly pulled the shorts on.
At the door we turned off the light and unlocked the door, we slipped out. As I was locking the door, the janitor rounded the corner. He immediately recognized me and greeted us both. "Evening Mr. Jeffries and you too, young man. I thought I recognized your Suburban Allen. What brings you here so late on a Saturday night?"
"Oh, one of my Scouts forgot a couple items he needed tonight, so we just stopped by to pick them up." I finished locking the door as the janitor moved away continuing his night duties.
"There, see what I mean, what if you hadn't put those on? He would have seen you totally naked and me bringing you out of the basement. What would the police made of that report?" We got in the Suburban and made our way home. The t-shirt and shorts came off as he passed through the doorway. My own clothes followed suit as soon as I could get to my bedroom.
There was time for a movie before it would be Mark's bedtime. There was nothing on network TV so he perused my VHS collection. While he was making his selection, I made popcorn and drizzled it with melted butter. He ended up at the coffee table, picked up the Star Wars tape, and held it up. "This one."
"Ok, put it in and fast forward to the beginning."
We sat side by side on the couch, our hips and legs touching so we could both reach the popcorn. When it was gone, I scooted back against the arm so I could recline a bit. Mark looked over at me and said, "Papa, can I sit in your lap to watch the movie?" I was putty in his hands. Anything he wanted was fine by me. I suggested we move to the big chair, which was more accommodating for cuddling. When I got settled, Mark crawled into my lap and snuggled in to get comfortable.
I could feel him moving around a bit, I couldn't see exactly what he was doing, but could see his arm moving back and forth. He was masturbating himself sitting in my lap. My own cock responded and was soon pressed up against Marks butt. He moved around a little and separated his legs allowing it to come up between his thighs then he closed them around it. We sat there a couple minutes like that and Mark asked, "Do you have any Vaseline or hand lotion?"
"Yes, I have both. Which do you want?"
"The Vaseline please."
"Why do you need Vaseline?" as if I didn't know.
"I want you to put your cock in me."
I was lost in lust and would do anything he asked.
"You want me to have sex with you?"
"No, I just want you in me. That's all, just up inside me filling me up."
"Are you sure I'll fit? I remember you mentioning crying when someone tried that before."
"You'll fit just fine. Your size is perfect for me. I don't want to sound mean, but your cock isn't all that large."
Yeah, I'm never going to make it as a porn star, my dick isn't very large. I'm around 6 inches long, an average length, but the girth is a bit on the thin side, only about the same diameter as a quarter, just under 1 inch.
"Just how many dicks have been in your butt?"
"Dunno, more than I can remember. Russ rents me out for boy's birthday parties where all the guests get to fuck me, so anywhere between six and twenty at a party. So let's just say more than a hundred and less than two hundred. It was when their fathers tried that I had problems. They tend to have bigger cocks, and they hurt."
That does it; Russ has gone too far, I need to talk with Roy.
"That's just so wrong, baby. I can't believe what you've had to put up with. I'm so sorry. The Vaseline is in the vanity over the sink."
Mark got off my lap and padded to the restroom. "Will you pause the movie please? I don't want to miss any of it." He returned with his finger already up his butt applying the Vaseline. He stood in front of me and scooped out a small amount and spread it around the head of my dick. "Will you help me sit down on it?"
"Climb up here."
With his butt in my face, I noticed a bunch of little round scars on his butt cheeks.
He stood on either side of my hips and lowered himself to where he could lean back against my chest. I reached up cupping a cheek of his butt in each hand and slowly lowered him while separating his cheeks. He moved his feet out so he could sit down and reached between his legs moving my dick into position. He told me to lower him some more. I felt my dick touch his butt. He moved me around to settle me in the center of his anus, and said, "More." I lowered him a couple inches and felt my dick slip through his tight muscle ring. "That's it, all the way, please." I slowly lowered him till his butt was in my lap and I pulled my hands out from between us. He wiggled around a little, "I need to get it comfortable." I instantly blew my load up his rectum. "Did you just cum in my butt?"
"Yeah, I did. This is the first time my dick has ever been in a boy's bottom."
"Oh, ok, now wrap your arms around me." I did as told and he snuggled into my body. "Ok you can start the movie again."
"Before I start it, when you and I were in the shower, and again just now I noticed lots of little round scars on your butt, what were those from?"
"That was one of the birthday parties, there was some confusion, and it turned out all the kids were like 8, so Russ made me strip for a game of pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey, and I was the donkey. They used pushpins to hold the tails on. Those hurt, especially when they hit the bone.
I pressed play again and don't remember much after that. All I could think about was getting this wonderful kid away from that abusive fucker.
I fanaticized about all the ways I would like kill Russ; hanging him by his balls; feeding his body, dick first through a meat grinder, shove a bunch of M-80s up his ass and light the last one, or at least cutting off what supposedly made him a man, his dick and his balls, allowing him to bleed out. He didn't deserve testosterone. My favorite method I thought of, I saw in a movie once. A guy was punished by ramming a spear up his ass till it came out his chest.
Somewhere along the way, I realized Mark was breathing slow and steady and was peacefully asleep in my arms with my now soft dick still up his butt. I turned off the TV. Not wanting to wake him by trying to go to bed, I reclined the chair some more and settled in for the night.
I woke several times during the night. Each time I was hard as could be, but still planted firmly in Mark's rectum. Mark didn't appear to have moved all night. When I awoke at 7:00 a.m. with an urgent need to pee, Mark was just coming awake also and stretched one of those full body stretches that constricts every muscle – including his anal muscles, which clamped on my dick igniting a massive orgasm. I pulsed multiple times injecting more semen six inches up inside Mark.
"Oh, did I cause that?"
"Cause what baby?"
"Cause your cum to squirt up in my butt."
"You could feel that?"
"You bet I did. You really pumped me full."
"You know, a man only produces about a tablespoon of semen each ejaculation."
"Yeah, I know, but Russ tells me to talk dirty to the men to make them feel big and sexy."
"How would you like not having Russ telling you what to do and say, not having to go to any more birthday parties as the party favor, and to only have sex when and with whom you wanted?"
"Like with you? That would be great, but I don't think he's going anywhere. My mom likes him."
"Ok, we need to get up and have some breakfast." I pulled the chair back up to its normal position. Holding Mark tightly to me, I rocked us forward to where I could stand up with me still inside him. He giggled as I carried him still impaled on my dick into the shower. I had him reach in and turn on the water. When it was warm, I carried him in, putting his feet on the bench seat. As he stood, my dick pulled out of him and I immediately felt a sense of loss. We both pissed on the shower wall then we washed each other, and rinsed and dried ourselves off, again blow-drying his hair for him. I gave him a spare toothbrush and standing naked next to each other, we cleaned our teeth. He didn't know how to floss he'd never done that. I would save that for another time. Out in the kitchen we did a quick breakfast of cereal with milk and bananas, toast with raspberry jelly and OJ.
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March 2, 1980
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I called my friend, "Hi Roy, Allen Jeffries here. I have a question for you. What do you think about child molesters?" I won't relay his profanity lace response here, but I asked him to come over to help me with a "situation."
Ten minutes later, I heard the deep-throated rumble of his Harley motorcycle out front. I quickly threw on some clothes and told Mark at least to put on his underwear. I closed the door behind me so Mark could not hear our conversation.
I told Roy about Russ and his abuses of Mark. His forced nudity, his personal sexual abuse, Mark's attendance at Swinger's parties and being raped multiple times at those parties, Russ's excessive use of corporal punishment, and the big one, renting out Mark as a party favor at boy's birthday parties where he'd been fucked over a hundred times.
I told Roy my fantasies of how I wanted to ram a spear up Russ' ass and out his chest. "Oh, how very Emperor Caligula of you." Roy agreed to help, but wanted to talk with Mark first. I pointed to the door and told him he was inside.
Roy came out a few minutes later. He had a rough description of Russ, I gave him the address, and that they should be home after lunch but before 2:00 p.m. Roy told me he would positively identify Russ by posing as a father arranging entertainment for his son's 13th birthday. If he offered to supply Mark, he would take care of him for me, no charge. I just wasn't allowed to bring up the subject ever again.
Before he left, Roy said, "By the way, when I was talking to Mark, he confirmed something about you that I suspected for a long time. He told me that you were the first person who ever cared about him. I knew you were one of the good guys."
His motorcycle rumbled to life and slowly accelerated out of sight then roared into high gear as he turned on the main drag.
Mark and I took on the domestic chores associated with home ownership the rest of Sunday morning. Inside we were naked, outside, when we mowed the lawn; we dressed in as few clothes as possible. We had a lunch of leftover pizza and before we knew it, it was time to take Mark home.
As we were preparing to leave, I got a call. It was Roy and he said it was safe to take Mark home.
I drove Mark to his house and escorted him to the front door so I could explain why he didn't have his uniform and the troop's pick-up policy (again). When she opened the door, she lit into me like a swarm of wasps. She used every profanity in the book accusing me of sending goons to abduct her boyfriend. I tried everything I could do to assure her that I had nothing to do with his departure.
Then I went on the attack. I accused her of being a thoughtless, inattentive, delinquent, unconcerned, neglectful mother, so disorganized and inconsiderate that she abandoning her son overnight so that he would have to stay with me, never picking him up on time, if at all and anything else I could think of. I didn't mention the stories of the sexual abuse he told me, saving those if there was another argument that got ugly. I figured with Russ out of the picture, Marks normal life would return. I would be proven wrong.
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March 10 – 17, 1980
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At the next troop meeting, Mark told me Russ hadn't been around all week. The week after that was a busy one as the troop got ready for their regular weekend campout in the woods behind a farmer's cornfield south of town. But I did manage to call Mark every night, just to make sure he was ok, and things were returning to normal. He seemed happy to be alone again with just his mom.
She brought him to the troop meeting Thursday night and picked him up right on schedule. She brought him to the assembly hall for the campout Friday night and dropped him with all the required equipment. Due to the close proximity of the campground, we knew exactly what time we would be back on Sunday and informed all the parents, especially Mrs. Williams.
Mark had a great time with his patrol all weekend and we arrived back in the church parking lot right on time. Some parents were there waiting for us, some showed up soon after we did, but 15 minutes later, we had one left-over Scout, Mark. She had forgotten again. I had him put his pack in the back and I took him home. I parked in front of their rental house and he ran up to the door while I got his pack out of the back. He took what looked like an envelope off the door then tried the knob. It was locked and he knocked – no reply. He went to the left window and peered inside while knocking on the glass. He ran to the right window, looked into his bedroom, and pounded on the glass.
"Mr. Jeffries! Something's wrong, she's not here."
"I'm sure she just lost track of time again and will be home later."
"No, you don't understand," with an urgency in his voice, "Our stuff is gone too!"
I walked to the porch and looked through the same windows; it was obvious she had moved out. Most of the furniture was gone and there were no personal items.
Mark, where's the envelope you found on the front door? He handed it to me. It was simply addressed to Mr. Jeffries. I opened it and read the hastily scrawled letter:
Mr. Jeffries,
You chicken shit bastard! Thanks for turning my life into a total cluster fuck. I finally found a man willing to take care of me and my son, and you and your biker friends have to ruin everything. He was going to marry me and I would have been set for life. Mark would have had a father .
Now, thanks to you, I have nothing. I can't even pay this month's rent.
All Mark could talk about this week was how nice it was at your house, how nice you were to him, how you cared for him. He even told the vicious lies you made up for him about Russ sexually abusing him. Claimed they were all true. Shame on you for messing with a child's mind like that.
Since you're such a great and perfect person, you take him. He's yours. I went to Legal Aid and had them help with the documents. They're all signed and legal, you're now his permanent guardian. I don't ever want to see him or you again!
Fuck you, Mr. Perfect.
Fuck you, and the great white stallion Mark believes you ride.
Enjoy your kid. His shit is in the back yard.
Also in the envelope were several legal papers. The first one was Assignment of Legal Guardianship. The second was Termination of Parental Rights. Another was a notarized copy of his father's death certificate. I didn't recognize a couple more.
Mark was anxiously watching me read the papers. "So? What's going on?"
"Um, I'm no lawyer, but I think she wants me to take you home with me today. She says your stuff is in the back yard." I folded the papers back up returning them to the envelope, and together we walked around the house to the back yard.
Everything Mark owned was in a small pile, thrown there from the back door. His clothes, shoes, toys, games, bicycle, and models he had built and even pictures. Everything was tossed, except his fishbowl. It was setting on top with one goldfish still slowly swimming around. Off to the side was an empty suitcase. We filled the suitcase with his clothes. We found a couple paper bags and filled them with his toys, games and several plastic models he had assembled. We put his stuff in the back seat and put his bicycle in last. Mark sat in front with his goldfish in his lap. On the way home, Mark finally spoke, "Papa, did you see the fish food? I need to feed him every night."
"Yes Mark, I put it in one of the paper bags."
"Where did she go?"
"I don't know Mark. I really don't know."
"Will I ever see her again?"
"Maybe someday, but it may not be for a very long time."
"Papa, what's going to happen to me?"
"Well if this paperwork is all correct and legal, you are going to live with me now."
There was a discernable uptick in his voice, "Really? That's cool."
"What's your fish's name?"
"Splotch."
"That's clever and very descriptive." It was one of those with large splotches of color all over.
We pulled into the driveway and he took his fish to his new room, the bedroom next to mine. Only then did we start bringing in the rest of his stuff. His fish needed to be safe first. It was all that was left of his family and something he needed to take care of.
With all his stuff secured away, I called Frank Wilson. Frank is the troop committee chairman and works in the county courthouse in Waco as a family court Judge. "Frank, it's Allen. I need to see you right now. It's an emergency. Can you come over and bring Frankie? It's a problem concerning Mark Williams."
"We'll be right there."
They arrived and I sent Mark and Frankie to Mark's room, explaining that Frank Sr. and I needed to talk. Mark was excitedly showing Frankie his new room and I closed the door.
"Frank, you know we've had problems with Mark's mom picking him up on time. Right?"
"Yeah, I've felt a little guilty leaving you and him alone in the parking lot a few times."
"Well it's been more than a few times. For every time you were the last to leave us, it probably happened three other times. She was chronically late. I took him home numerous times. Buy the way; do I have attorney-client confidentiality with you as a judge?"
"Not as a judge, but I am an attorney as well. If you'd like to hire me, my retainer fee is $1."
I made it official by giving him a dollar from the change basket on top of the TV. "Thanks Frank, I'm just trying to protect myself in case I say the wrong thing."
"Well you still need to be careful, if I find out you're going to commit a crime, I'm required to report you, but anything in the past, is covered by attorney-client privilege.
"Let me tell you the whole story starting with last week's service project."
I gave Frank all the gory details, everything Mark told me about his home and party life since Russ had become a part of it. I even mentioned the indoor nudity while he spent the night at my house, but I left out the parts where Mark and I had become intimate.
"Well, after this weekend's campout, I had to take Mark home again. Except this time, his mom was gone but left this letter. My hand was shaking as I handed the envelope to him.
He read it slowly then looked over the legal documents, then reread the letter. "Fuck you and the horse you rode in on. That's original. What happened to this Russ character?"
"This is why I needed to know about the confidentiality."
"Well you have it, go on."
"I mentioned Marks plight to a friend and some fantasies of how I wanted to get back at him. My friend told me he would take care of him."
"What did he do?"
"I really don't know, and he told me not to ask. All I know is that he has ZERO tolerance for child abusers."
"Ok, that's good that you don't know. Keep it that way. Did you pay your friend to take care of the situation?"
"No, he said it was on him this time."
"OK, worst case scenario is they could charge you with conspiracy to commit murder, if in fact, that is what happened. But that would be next to impossible to prove unless you confessed, so if the cops come sniffing around, call me and keep your mouth shut.
"That poor kid, he's been through a lot and has a ways to go. The documents are all legal you're his guardian. All you need to do is file them. Hell, I'll file them for you; you just need to sign them. After all, it is my court."
"And if I don't sign them?"
"Then he goes into foster care.
"You can even adopt him if you want. Everything you need is here, father's death certificate, her sworn statement giving permission for the adoption, everything. It's totally up to him if it's something he wants. Well, and if you want it too. It would probably be good for him to have that security and dependability that a parent brings. Just knowing he has a safe future will allow him to feel like he's in a safe, stable environment."
"Is there anything I need to do right now?"
"Yes, and it's a tough one. As his Scoutmaster, you were his friend. As his guardian, you need to become his parent. You need to lead him in a different manner, but make is a slow easy turn, not an abrupt about-face.
"Oh, and Allen, stop telling that joke about a kid's parents telling you they were moving while their kid is at camp."
"Yeah, suddenly that's not so funny anymore."
"Before you go Frank, I have one more thing. This one's embarrassing for me to say it. But after that weekend Mark stayed with me, and hearing all the sexual situations he's been in and all the sex acts he's had to perform; this weekend at the campout every time I looked at one of the boys, I was having fantasies; sexual fantasies about the boys. I could look away, but then I'd see a different boy and the fantasies came right back just with a different player. I think I need to take a break and get a little distance from the boys in the troop."
"I understand. Fantasies are normal, till you start having trouble controlling them. How about we move you to a committee member and have Bill Latham take over a Scoutmaster. You can still bring Mark to meetings and go with us occasionally, but I agree, take a break for a while. You're going to be busy learning to become a single parent and that's a big enough job for right now."
"Thanks Frank, I knew I could count on you. Shall we go see what the boys have gotten themselves into?"
"I'll bet they're both naked." Frank said.
"You really think so?"
"Sure, Mark was already naked, and Frankie's started exploring, so he probably joined him."
We quietly went to the door and listened for activity, but heard nothing, so I softly knocked. "Come in."
I opened the door and sure enough, both boys were completely naked, sitting on the floor playing the card game `War'. Frank went in first and calmly told Frankie that it was time to go home, but he could come back some other time. Frankie got up and started putting his clothes back on. Mark got up too, but didn't bother to dress since he wasn't going anywhere.
Mark then said, "Thanks Mr. Wilson for bringing Frankie over. He's my best friend."
"I know he is buddy, that's why I brought him. But we have to go now."
"Dad, can I come for a sleepover here next weekend?" Frankie asked.
"Well that's a strong maybe. Let's revisit that on Thursday at the troop meeting." Mark and I walked them to the door and wished them a good night.
I closed the front door and asked, "How did Frankie get naked in your room?"
"I was already naked, Frankie just joined me. I talked him into it Friday and Saturday nights in our tent and he enjoyed it."
"Did you and Frankie do anything thing else while you were naked this weekend?"
"Not much, Friday night I showed him how to jack his cock to an orgasm, but he didn't squirt any cum, he just got the really good feelings."
"Let's sit down in the living room, I want to tell you what Mr. Wilson and I discussed." We sat side-by-side on the couch. "You know Mr. Wilson is a judge in the family court don't you?"
"Yeah, I think I remember Frankie mentioning it. What's family court?"
"Well that's where disputes within a family are resolved, like legal matters when a child is removed from a home by Social Services, foster care issues, and other stuff like that where a jury isn't required. Your mom leaving you is a case for family court."
"I think I remember a TV show where a lawyer worked for a boy and his sister in family court."
"Yeah, I think I saw that episode too. So I had Mr. Wilson, or maybe I should call him Judge Wilson, look over the papers your mom left for me, and just as I suspected they make me your legal guardian and she has given up all her parental rights to you."
"What does that mean?"
"It means that I'm responsible for you now. You are going to live with me, and I'll take care of you. You mother is legally no longer your parent, I am. It's as if she died and left you for me to take care of. You and I are a family now."
"Does that mean that you're my father!?"
"No, I'm not your father, not even close. I'm just your guardian."
"Why can't you be my father?"
"Father indicates that particular male's sperm inseminated the egg that brought the child to life. In your case, it wasn't my sperm, so I can't be your father, but I can be the next best thing, I can be your dad sometime in the future if that is something you want."
He turned to me and flung himself at me wrapping his arms around my neck in a bear hug. The greatest bear hug I've ever had. I wrapped my own arms around his back and hugged him just as hard. I fell backwards on the couch bringing him with me. He kept repeating over and over, "I want it Papa, I want it so much!" Then I started to cry. I couldn't help it, I was filled with emotion, and I knew I wanted to adopt him, but let's take this one-step at a time.
We laid there in our embrace for several minutes. My mind began try to sort through all the things that would be different in my life and how to handle them. But I couldn't focus there was too much to think about. I realized Mark was softly crying as well. "Are you alright, Mark?"
He sniffled, "Better than I've ever been."
"Are you getting hungry?"
"I could eat."
"If you let me up, I'll take you out to celebrate your our new status."
"I kinda like it right here."
"I'm hungry too. We need to find food and I want to celebrate."
"Oh, all right," he said, relaxing his grip around my neck and I released him as well. He rolled off me and I lowered him to the floor. With his weight off me, I could sit up. I looked down at the naked little boy on the floor, but I didn't see the sexual being that I had played with last weekend, I just saw a cute little boy who just happened to be naked.
"Put some clothes on, we're going downtown."
He got up and made his way to his bedroom. He dressed in the only pair of slacks he owned and a nice red knit pullover. We got in the Suburban and drove to our small town's business center.
"Papa, I wasn't completely honest earlier. Saturday night at the campout in the tent with Frankie, I gave him a blowjob, and as soon as you closed my door this afternoon, we gave each other blowjobs."
"Thank you for telling me that, did Frankie enjoy it?"
"I'd say so. He pulled his clothes off as soon as you closed the door."
We ended up at the McGregor Diner on Main Street. We asked for the finest table available and Mark pointed out one that had a view of the kitchen. Our waitress led us to Mark's requested table. She waited for us to slide into the booth. She handed us menus and mentioned a couple of specials. I told her we wanted an order of Onion Rings with ranch dressing as an appetizer, and we'd wait for that to arrive before placing our main order. For drinks, Mark ordered a chocolate milkshake and I ordered a cherry Coke.
As we waited, I started telling Mark, that he would have to start conforming to my house rules since I was now responsible for him. "No cutting classes at school, do your homework immediately after dinner or sooner . . ."
Our waitress arrived with our appetizer and asked if we were ready to order.
I ordered the Sunday Meatloaf special and Mark ordered the Double Bacon cheeseburger deluxe that came with a side salad with Ranch dressing.
We munched on our onion rings, which received a 4.5 star rating. They were crispy and delicious. I apologized that we didn't end up at the restaurant I intended and we would go out again for a proper evening celebration.
"Are you kidding? This is the nicest restaurant I've ever been to. I've never been to a restaurant where they come to your table and take your order."
I continued about the house rules. "You will help with chores around the house, like helping do dishes, helping care for the lawn and garden. You will keep your room clean and at least presentable, bordering on neat if you can. Your curfew if no other time has been negotiated is when the street lights come on."
Our dinners arrived and she asked if we needed anything else. I told her we would see about desert when we finished.
While we ate, we continued talking about how we would be living and working together.
Over desert, a hot fudge brownie with two scoops of vanilla ice cream that we shared, I asked, "Have I told you anything about living with me that you weren't expecting?"
"No sir, I understand."
"I didn't think so. In my years as a Scout leader, most 12-year-olds do those things around their homes. However, I have one more thing I want you to work on. Your language sometimes borders on the more crude side. I know Russ wanted you to talk dirty to the customers and make them feel big and sexy. But you don't have customers anymore and sometimes your language is too vulgar for someone who's 12. I know it's not your fault and it will take to time to retrain your brain to stop using those words. So if in conversation, you hear me say `language' or `different word' just know that you used one and try again with a more gentlemanly word."
We had finished our sundae and the waitress brought the bill, I checked it and gave her my credit card.
She returned it; I added a tip and the bill was still hardly the cost of a celebration dinner.
In the Suburban on the way home, Mark asked, "Could you give me some examples of impolite words you don't want to hear?"
"Yes, a couple do come to mind. Cock and cunt."
"What should I use in place of them?"
"When referencing a body part, the anatomically correct name is always acceptable. So penis or vagina would be acceptable. Also acceptable would be dick or pussy. Some usage is determined by the context of the conversation. For instance, if you were trying to teach Frankie about having sexual intercourse, the correct name, vagina and penis would be preferred. But if you were telling me about how you had had sex with, let's just say for instance, Frankie's sister, it would be acceptable to tell me you put your dick in her pussy."
"Ok, I think I understand."
"Next weekend we need to turn your room from a guest room into your room. Why don't you get Frankie to help you figure out what you want and Saturday the three of us can go shopping. You also need some new clothes, but for now, could you put your clothes in the dresser, tonight?"
"Ok Papa."
As we entered the house, the clothes Mark was wearing became a bundle under his arm. I picked up the spare house key off the TV set and followed Mark to his room where he was already naked. "Here's your house key for when you get home before I do."
He looked like I had given him a bar of gold. "My very own key?"
"As long as you don't lose it."
He rush to me and hugged me around my middle. "Thanks, Papa."
"Sure thing son." I pushed him away a bit looking down on his face, "Don't you have some clothes to put away? Tell you what, before putting them away, you start sorting out everything on the bed so I can see what you have, and I'll go fix my being overdressed and come back to help you."
He put his newest treasure on the dresser top and started sorting clothes. I went to my bedroom to relieve myself of my clothes and remember one more thing I needed to give him. I dug through my wallet and assembled $7.
Comfortably naked myself, I went back to Marks room to help, but first I handed him the $7.
"What's this? Are you paying me for something? What do you want me to do?"
"No, no, it's nothing like that. This is your weekly allowance. I'll be giving you $7 every Sunday night. It's your money to do with as you please, but be careful, it has to last you all week. You can buy things with it; you can save it, or give it away. I'll give you money when you need it for school, Scouts, or other things like that, but this is for whatever you want. Buy a Coke for yourself when I'm not around, whatever."
I got another hug and a thanks Papa for that. In the middle of the hug, I realized that this was our first naked hug, where neither of us was erect, but with that very thought, I could feel the first slight movement on my way to an erection. So I peeled Mark away from me and said, "Let's get back to sorting these clothes." He put his money with his house key and helped me sort. We ended up with five piles of clothes and some shoes. He owned three underpants, two undershirts, four t-shirts, one red knit pullover, one print button-up shirt, two pairs of Levis, one pair of slacks, two pair of shorts, and eleven socks, not pairs, including the clothes he picked out of the lost-and-found.
Every piece of his clothing had been worn since it was last washed. His underpants all had skid marks in them, telling me he wasn't doing his hygiene very well.
We sorted light colors from the dark ones and started our first washing load. We did the light colors first. I added some Clorox to the water in hopes of removing some of the dingy, off-white color they had picked up. I pre-treated spots on his shirts and jeans as well as the skid marks in his underpants.
He was helping me, and when I came to the skid marks, I knew it would embarrass him, but I wanted to see how he would handle it. I held up his pants showing the marks. "You know what causes these don't you?"
"Yeah, my butt hole."
"Ok, that's right, but the reason the marks get on there, usually, is you not getting yourself clean after you poop. They can come from little accidents too, like farting and it wasn't all air, but the big reason is leaving something behind when you wipe. Next time you poop, would you call me before you wipe? I'd like to see how you do it and maybe we can make some adjustments to help get you cleaner."
He was majorly embarrassed, but agreed to call me next time.
We finished the pretreating, and started the washer. We then did the dark clothes so they would be ready for the next load.
"I going to poop Papa, I'll call you when I'm done."
True to his word, he called me a few minutes later from the toilet. I joined him in the bathroom. "Go ahead a do what you normally do."
He reeled off a couple feet of paper and wadded it up in one hand. He reached between his legs and when his hand reappeared, it was empty. "Ok, that's it."
"Ok, how do you know you're clean?"
"I don't feel anything," he replied.
"Well you may be clean and maybe not. Let try something a little different." I took a strip of four sheets of paper off the roll and carefully folded it into thirds. I held it lining the palm of my hand keeping it in place with my thumb. "Here, try it with just four pieces, and hold it like this."
I picked up the paper allowing it to unfold so Mark could do it himself. He refolded the paper and held it correctly. "Now reach down and using your fingers wipe across your anus the whole length of those fingers, then bring the paper back out so you can see how it worked."
He reached in and wiped from back to front and pulled the paper back out. There was a brown smear. "Ok, so you weren't clean, no big deal. Fold the paper in half, and try it again." He did and this time the paper only showed the slightest brown marking. "Fold it and try again." The paper came out without a mark on it. "Ok, NOW you're clean, drop it in the toilet. The idea is to wipe till the paper comes out clean. If it wasn't clean on the third time, just drop it in the toilet, get three or four new sheets, and start again. Just wipe till you're clean." I got up and left Mark alone. I didn't want to embarrass him any more than necessary. I did hear the water running as I assume he washed his hands.
"Can we watch CHiPs on channel 4?"
"Sure, turn it on, it's just starting."
Halfway through the show, the washer finished, so during the commercial, I went and moved the whites into the drier, and started the darks in the washer. I went back to the living room and laid down on the couch to watch the last half of the show. Mark came over to the couch and laid down spooning into me. I draped an arm around his chest and held him close
A few minutes later, I could feel him sniffling again and I asked him what was wrong. "My mom didn't care enough about me to take 2 minutes to teach me how to wipe my butt. And you did it the first day I came to live with you." He rolled over and kissed me. "I love you so much."
"I love you too, little man. I hope to keep teaching you new things just as you'll teach me new things too."
I didn't want to ruin the moment and tell him that he was the 3rd 11 or 12-year-old boy to whom I had to teach that skill. It's amazing what some parents don't do for their kid.
He rolled back over to watch the show and pulled my arm back over him, except it was lower on his body, a lot lower now. I could feel something poking my hand, something warm and soft. Then Mark pushed my arm even lower putting my hand directly on his dick as it was now fully firm and laying between my thumb and my palm. I took no action, but said, "If you want something, you need to ask for it."
"Would you jack my cock, please?"
"Different word please."
"Would you jack my penis, please?"
I took hold of him with two fingers and my thumb and stroked his shaft up and down.
A minute later, "What do you want me to do with my semen, I don't want to cum on your couch?"
"Sit on my chest facing me. I'll let you finish in my mouth. I like the way you taste."
He crawled up on me planting a leg on either side of my chest. I continued rubbing his penis and told him to warn me when he was about to cum. I enjoyed the position he was in, I watched his face as he continued up the front side of an incoming tsunami. Finally the contortions that only the ecstasy of an orgasm can bring, distorted the face of this small child. He was unable to warn me as I asked, but that was ok. I stopped flogging his dick and grabbed the orbs of his cute little butt and pulled him up covering my face and planting his rod between my lips.
Using mild suction and a repetitive reciprocating motion with just my lips, I brought him to a crashing climax and four little eruptions ejecting his essence into the back of my mouth, but going no further as I had blocked my throat from accidently swallowing his precious fluid. His taste was as sweet as the last two times I was his receptacle. I swished, and then swallowed. I think I will never tire of his flavor.
I helped Mark sit up back on my chest and I looked up into his face. "You have school tomorrow. I'll take you and visit with your principle and I'll be there to pick you up after school. But for now, I think it's time for you to go to bed, in your room."
"Awe, do I hafta?"
"Yes, I'm your guardian and I say you do."
I sat up forcing Mark to fall off my chest landing on his back between my legs. I continued to get up leaving him alone on the couch on his back.
"This isn't fair," he pouted.
"It isn't supposed to be fair, I'm the adult, and you're the child. I make up the rules and you follow them."
I scooped him up and carried him into the bathroom, standing him on the floor in front of the sink. "Brush your teeth and go to bed." His brush I gave him last week was still on the sink, and he picked it up. I turned and went back to the laundry room.
I put his clean and dry light colored clothes in the basket and moved the dark clothes to the dryer.
I sorted and folded his dry clothes, I noticed out of three underpants, there were two different sizes, and the one he took from the lost-and-found was a larger size. Same with his undershirts, they were two different sizes, and of his eleven socks, only two matching pair emerged. I took the larger items and one matching pair of socks and laid them on the top of his dresser for the morning.
As I did that, Mark asked, "Can I have a good night hug?" I stepped over to his bed and leaned in over him.
I pressed our chests together and kissed him on the lips. "You taste minty. Good night buddy, I love you." Mark smiled up at me and closed his eyes.
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March 17 – 21, 1980
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As I rolled over to shut off my alarm, an energy filled the room and a pile of little boy landed on my back but not before pulling the sheet away.
"Oof, what are you doing to me?"
"Just trying to make sure you're awake."
"Ok, I'm awake. What is the earliest time I can drop you off at school?"
"8:30."
"Good, that gives us an hour and 45 minutes. I need you to shower then put on the underwear on top of your dresser. I want to see how they fit."
He got up and I listened to the water in the shower. I ached to be in there with him, caressing his body with my soapy hands, pressing a finger up his tight little butt while jacking his little dick to a morning ejaculation, his four little boy globs of semen splashing against the shower door and sliding down till they circled the drain and disappeared.
There I go again, damn fantasies. I rolled over and hurriedly started jacking my own morning wood. I would have to be careful; I had to pee so badly that I might during my ejaculation. I grabbed for my cum towel a few seconds too late as I exploded with a loud moan of satisfaction. Only one jet landed on my chest, the rest I was able to capture with my towel.
"Oh, man! You did it without me."
Shit, shit, shit! In my half-dream state, I didn't realize the shower stopped or hear the door opening. Oh well, he needs to learn that all guys need this kind of release, most of us at least once a day, and masturbating is a perfectly acceptable method to reach that desired conclusion. He stood there beside my bed with the underwear I requested around his thighs jacking his own erect dick.
I got up, smearing the cum blob that landed on me around so it wouldn't drip on the carpet. I handed my towel to him and said, "Looks like you're going to need this in a minute." And I moved on into the shower. I turned the water back on and took a quick shower. As I was toweling myself dry, I called for Mark to come into the bathroom.
"So how does that underwear fit? Are they too tight or too loose?" I could see the shirt was plenty big enough, even spacious, so I lifted it up and checked the waist of the pants and the fit beneath his scrotum. To me it looked good. Mark confirmed my analysis and said the fit was better than his other stuff.
"Ok, come on out to the dining table." There were all his dark colored clothes. "How does all this stuff fit?"
"Ok, I guess."
"Not good enough, what are you wearing to school today?"
"My Levis and my Freddie Mercury shirt."
"Are you a Queen fan?"
"Who's the Queen?"
"Not the Queen, just Queen, it's a British rock band."
"Never heard of them."
"Freddie Mercury is the lead singer."
"Oh."
I thought this kid needs an education. I went to my stereo and put in Queen's `A Night at the Opera' cassette from 1975.
I went back to the pile of clothes. "Ok try on the other stuff and let me see how they fit you."
His new shorts from the lost-and-found fit perfectly. The colored t-shirts all looked to be two sizes too small; the print button-up didn't come close to fitting him. The slacks he wore last night made his pockets gap open. The red knit was actually form fitting. When he put on his jeans he was wearing top school, he struggled to get them on but was able to button them. The Queen shirt was the only original piece of clothing that fit him correctly. Looks like I have a growing boy on my hands.
"So is that Queen? I've heard some of those songs."
Now that Mark was dressed, I went back to my room to do the same thing so I could go to work.
There wasn't much available for breakfast, so I decided we would stop at McDonalds on the way. We left the house at 8:10, heading for the other side of town via a McDonalds drive-through. At 8:35, we pulled into the school parking lot. Being the owner of my own business allows me a lot of latitude in when I arrive and leave. I have a completely new appreciation for single parents that have to juggle child rearing and working. It's hard, and I've only been at it one day.
Mark ran off to the playground with a kiss on the top of his head from me. I went into the school office.
"Yes, may I help you?"
"Oh, hi, yes I need to talk to someone about Mark Williams."
"Oh, you must be Allen Jeffries. Judge Wilson called not 10 minutes ago explaining everything, I just need some personal information from you." She handed me a form to fill out, mostly just name, addresses, work, phone numbers, health insurance. Oh shit, there's something I hadn't thought of yet! I filled out what I could and returned the form.
The young lady thanked me and called the principle, Mrs. Prince. She opened her office door and invited me in.
She was very nice and explained that Mark was now living in a different school District, which I already knew, but then laid out the options as to when Mark could make the move. She asked which I wanted. I told her I would need to speak to Mark as that would be his decision and I might be able to let her know when I picked up Mark this afternoon. I also asked if I could speak with his teaches to find out how he was doing in school. She gave me a copy of his schedule and told me I would be able to catch most of them immediately after period 7. I also asked about lunch. I hadn't given Mark any money. I was informed that as a ward of the court, his lunches were free.
I went on to work, barely able to keep my mind on my business. I finally told my assistant to tell people I wasn't available or wasn't in. The only calls to let through were Judge Wilson or Mark's school. At 2:00 p.m., my desk phone rang and I answered it. It was Frank. "Congratulations Allen, you're officially a guardian. I walked your paperwork through Social Services and made sure you wouldn't be harassed by any of their home visits or other random checks they perform. Oh, and by the way, you're going to be getting a nice little stipend every month for his care and he has free medical insurance through the county until you formally adopt him."
"Holy shit, I'm getting paid for this? He's going to need a bank account!"
"Yeah, legally he is an abandoned child and is a ward of the court. You are his foster parent and receive a stipend for his care. Let me know when you're ready to adopt, that will sail right through too.
"Oh, and I talked with Bill, he'll take over as Scoutmaster till you're ready to come back. We'll announce it at the meeting Thursday."
"Do I get some sort of paperwork to prove I'm Marks guardian?"
"Yeah, it's just certified copies of the paperwork; I'll give them to you Thursday."
"Is Frankie coming for the sleepover this weekend?"
"Yeah, and just so you know, Frankie's started asking questions, sex questions, but he's really embarrassed talking with me or his mom. But maybe with you and Mark he may open up a bit. So if he asks, feel free to answer questions or help him discover himself."
"You know he and Mark are fooling around, experimenting."
"I figured, but he's not ready to tell me."
"Mark told me while you and I were talking the other night that they were 69ing on the floor and at the last campout too."
"I remember those days."
"So you're ok with me showing him books, or showing or doing things with him.
"Yeah, as long as you're gentle and instructive and you promise not to fulfill any of your kinky fantasies with him."
"Not a problem for me, Frank, but I can't guarantee the boys won't fulfill their fantasies with each other."
"Yeah, well I'd rather they do it in one of our houses, than to do it in some ally somewhere."
"Have him bring his overnight bag to the meeting, that way he can come straight from school. Talk to ya later."
It was almost 3:00, so I took off for the day.
I drove to the school then went looking for his teaches based on his schedule. I was standing across the hall from his 7th period classroom when the final bell rang. Kids began streaming out and Mark saw me. He got a big smile on his face and ran to me.
"Let me drop this stuff off at my locker, and we can go."
"Not so fast, you can drop off what you don't need, but I want to talk with your teachers. Then we need to talk with your principle about when you're going to change schools." The look on his face changed like someone just broke his favorite toy. "Now go put your things away and meet me back here."
He took off, and I went in his English classroom. I introduced myself and the teacher mentioned that she knew I might be by. I asked how Mark was doing in English. She gave me the lowdown and I asked about homework. I took notes. Mark reappeared a few minutes later and we headed to the next closest classroom. Same procedure in math, just now Mark was hearing the same thing I was. We repeated it for Science, Social Studies, Art, and PE. We had enough and went to see the principle. She again went over the options and Mark chose to switch at the end of the first semester, which was in two weeks.
As we walked to the Suburban, Mark looked like he was on this way to the gallows. Yes, the information I got from his teachers was not good, he was on the verge of failing most subjects except Art and PE.
We sat on a bench outside the office and Mark slumped down in his seat. "What's wrong Mark?"
"You hate me."
"No, I don't hate you. I hate Russ."
"Why do you hate Russ?"
"Because your English teacher told me your grades started slipping the year before last, right about the time you told me Russ moved in with you."
"He threw my books away one night. They gave me new ones, but I couldn't take them home after that."
"Well I'm not going to do that. I want you to go to your locker and get the books you need to do your homework tonight. I'll wait right here for you."
He came back several minutes later and I could tell he had been crying again.
"Are you ok?" I asked.
"You really care about me."
"I do, and I got a call from Judge Wilson this afternoon, I'm officially your guardian now and it would look really bad for me if I let you flunk 7th grade. Are you willing to work hard the next two weeks to try and make up some of your grades?"
"Yes Papa. I'll work extra hard. Will you help me?"
"Buddy I'll do whatever it takes to help you catch up."
We turned into the Sears parking lot and went in to the Boy's department and we had a ball. We bought everything in sight, six sets of underwear, twelve matching pairs socks, a bunch of printed t-shirts and several button-up ones too, new Levis that he didn't need to squeeze himself into, and shorts for the summer, new shoes, a couple of belts, and some dressier clothes, some nice slacks and even a white shirt and a tie. And as we made our way to the check out, we passed the men's accessories and I had him pick out a wallet so he'd have a place for his allowance money.
The diner where we celebrated the other night was just across the street, so we walked over to have dinner. We even had the same waitress.
Getting home, we carried his packages into the house and dumped them in the middle of his room, and he immediately took off his clothes. "What do you want to do with your old clothes," I asked.
"Burn them."
"No, I don't think so. Someone less fortunate could still get some use out of them."
"Can we put them in the lost-and-found box?"
We kept his Queen shirt and the shorts. We tossed several pieces that were simply worn out, and the non-matching socks. Everything else went in a bag to take to the meeting this Thursday.
"Ok, it is after dinner, what did you agree to do at this time?"
"Homework."
Find your books and I'll meet you at the dinette.
I went to remove my clothes for the evening. I heard the back door slam. I worked my way to the kitchen when Mark reappeared carrying his book.
"Where did you go?"
"To the car to get my books."
"Naked? You should know better than that. Someone might see you. Nudity in public if frowned upon."
"I checked first, your neighbor on that side couldn't see me and you don't have anyone across the road. Who could have seen me?"
"Ok as long as you're careful. Now sit down." I sat beside him. "I'd like you to be honest with me."
"I've never lied to you."
"No, but you omitted some truths, which is almost like lying."
"I'm sorry, I won't do that again."
"Your teachers told me that your class participation is very good and your test scores are pretty good, but you're near failing because of missed assignment and homework. How do you feel about that?"
"That's pretty close I guess."
"Ok, let's get started on the homework, where your notebook and pencil?"
"I don't have a notebook, it got thrown out and I borrow a pencil in class." I went to my briefcase and found something he could use till I could get him his own, and a pencil and a pen. We started with his favorite subject, math. He did all the required problems in 20 minutes. His other homework subjects were the same, done in less than an hour and a half. At my suggestion, he sat there another hour completing assignments he had not turned in till I made him stop.
"You may see me at your school again tomorrow. I want to talk with your teachers a little more to see what we can do in the next two weeks to bring your grades up. Want to watch a little TV before bedtime?"
"Can we watch MASH, or would you rather watch Monday Night Football."
We can watch MASH together, then it's your bedtime, then I can watch some football.
Mark took the couch and laid back against the arm his top leg pulled up resting against the back of the couch, obscenely opening his naked crotch. He laid his head on one of his arms and his other hand hung loosely on top of his dick that he soon started rubbing lightly.
I took my favorite recliner across the room from him and even though I was looking at the TV, in my peripheral vision I could see his hand moving. If I hadn't known he was rubbing his dick, what I saw would have just been a motion. But knowing what that motion was doing, my own dick slowly hardened and I began my own wrist exercise. It was soon evident that neither of us was watching the antics of Pierce and Hunnicutt, each of us was watching the other masturbate in slow motion.
I finally said to him, "Did you and Frankie really do a 69?" He nodded his reply. "Meet me on the carpet." I raised the recliner and slid down to the floor then moved to the center of the room, lying on my side. He rolled off the couch dropping to the floor then crawled with his dick poking out between his legs over to me and laid next to me on his side. We adjusted our positions slightly and both sucked the other's dick into our mouths. I started slow and Mark followed along. Gentle licks and kisses, tongue pokes, swirls around the head, then finally taking him all the way in and wrapping my lips around him. I applied suction and bobbed up and down his shaft. I slowed down and wet my second finger. I reached behind him and wiggled it up his crack and pressed on his anus. I worked my finger in and found his magic button. I pushed on it and he let out a very audible gasp. I rubbed it and he started humping my mouth. Each thrust pushing in as hard as he could. His level of excitement push me and I cummed in his mouth. I'm not sure he was conscious of my semen as he swallowed it automatically. He pushed in one last time and screamed unrestrained as his ejaculate burst out of him five separate times, each stream eliciting an additional further groan – impressive for a young boy.
I caught it all on my tongue, not very much volume except considering that it originated from a boy who had only been secreting seminal fluids for a few months.
I swirled his semen around coating every inside surfaces of my mouth getting it between my cheeks and gums and even under my tongue. What was left was only a small swallow. I would be able to taste him for a long time. I got off the floor, scooped him up in my arms, and carried him to his bed, allowing him to go to sleep without brushing his teeth. I went back to the living room to watch some Monday Night Football.
Tuesday morning I called my assistant telling her she was in charge today as I would be in off-site meetings all day, which was true, just not business related meetings.
We left for school a little early today and stopped in the Walmart school and office supplies area. Not knowing exactly what he needed I let him choose whatever he wanted, but made sure he got a three-ring binder and paper, pens and pencils, eraser, you know the normal stuff you buy a student in September, not March. He also got some watercolors and brushes. I'm sure we bought more than he needed, but I didn't care.
We left Walmart and headed to McDonalds for breakfast, then on to school. We arrived just a few minutes before the bell, so I wished him a good day, and he ran off to his locker and I went to Mrs. Prince's office. I knew she wouldn't be available till after morning announcements, so I waited patiently in her outer office. After the last announcement, she invited me in.
I told her of my visits with Marks teachers, and Marks commitment to trying to improve his grades and she was thrilled that he now had a parent that cared and was willing to help. I wanted to meet with each teacher and find out what it would take to improve his grades. She set me up at an empty desk in the office and agreed to have the teachers come talk to me. I sat down and she headed off down the hall.
A few minutes later Mark's Social Studies teacher came into the office looking for me. She sat down and told me Mrs. Prince had relieved her from class and told her to come see me along with her grade book and assignment list. I explained to her that Mark didn't do his homework not because he didn't want to, but that in his previous situation he wasn't allowed to bring home his books under threat of having them and his supplies thrown away. She told me she was pleasantly surprised this morning when Mark turned in his homework on time. I told her of Marks agreement and my support that he would do whatever was possible to bring up his grades. With only less than two weeks in the grading period, she made suggestions of what would best bring up his grade. We only spent about 20 minutes together and she headed back to her class. She told me that Mrs. Prince would send the next teacher to see me.
Sure enough, another surprised teacher show up to talk with me about Mark. I filled him in and we discussed the same things about what Mark could do to bring up his Science grade.
The scenario repeated itself two more times with his English and Math teachers. Each providing me lists for Mark to work on. Within 2 hours, Mrs. Prince reappeared. "Did you get everything you needed Mr. Jeffries?"
"I don't know how to thank you enough Mrs. Prince. Everyone was very helpful. Mark and I have a full twelve days ahead of us. He'll do his best to make up what he can, but I am going to let him take Saturday off to be with a friend. You know what they say about all work and no play."
"You're absolutely right Mr. Jeffries; I believe if he tries hard, he'll do ok. Well if I don't see you till next Friday when you turn in all his books and pick up his records and his report card, thank you for taking an interest in Mark. I wish all parents took such an active part in their child's education." We shook hands and I headed for the grocery store to supply my kitchen for bringing up a pre-teen.
By the time I got home, I had restocked my kitchen with every conceivable type of breakfast food (cereal, eggs, bacon, Texas toast, English muffins, instant oatmeal, fruit, and hash browns), every conceivable after school snack, and everything a couple of pre-teens could want on a sleep-over. Oh, and real food too.
I picked Mark up from school and he was excited. He told me that his teachers were very pleased that he turned in assignments, and about his pledge to catch up on missed assignments. And they were especially happy that I now have someone who is helping me. "I think Miss Butterfield, likes you."
"Yes . . . . . Miss Butterfield, she's very nice."
"Nice? Only nice? She's the hottest teacher in school. Guys jack-off to images of her naked!"
"You haven't seen her naked."
"No, but they can imagine how hot she would be. Every boy in the 7th and 8th grade wants to fuck her.
"Language! A different way to say that please."
"Umm, every boy in the 7th and 8th grade wants . . . to have sex with her."
"Much better, thank you. That's still inappropriate for young boys to be thinking about their teacher that way, but a much better way of saying it.
"Well, tonight starts your 9 days of homework hell if you hope to bring up your grades before your transfer." I could see he was counting the days between now and next Friday. "Isn't that eleven days?"
"Yes, but you're hosting a sleep-over, and I don't expect you'll get much homework done while Frankie is here."
"Maybe he'll help me."
Mark went straight to his room then came back into the kitchen with his books and supplies, and minus his clothes. He sure seems to enjoy freeing his body from its confinement. He got set up on the dinette and went to work. I put some Tostitos in the microwave. I tried to spend as much time as I could in the kitchen or adjacent rooms. I wanted to be nearby if he wanted help. Eventually I made to my bedroom and joined him if his clothes-free style. I served him the snack along with a coke.
Doing past assignments, he found it easier to do several in sequence. One simply flowed into the next and he was able to do them more quickly.
I cooked dinner and made him take a break to eat. I reminded him that he needed to do all the assignments due tomorrow as well. Without me saying anything, he went right back to work after dinner. Wednesday was a duplicate of Tuesday.
Thursday started out the same, but I stopped him to take him to Scouts. Frank, I, and Bill Latham had planned that we would make the announcement of my retirement at the end of the meeting. Of course, by the end of the meeting everyone already knew Mark was living with me, and we announced the leadership change.
Frank started us off, "We have some major announcements tonight. McLennan County thinks your Scoutmaster, Mr. Jeffries is a pretty special person." As I stood off to the side, I glanced around the room; most of the parents were standing in the back. "Most of you already know this, but Mr. Jeffries has agreed to take on the responsibilities of Legal Guardian for Mark Williams. So never having been a parent before and everything he needs to learn, Mr. Jeffries has decided to step aside from the position of Scoutmaster of Troop 12. Therefore, as evidence of Mr. Jeffries 5 years as Scoutmaster, the board of commissioners of McLennan County has seen fit to award Mr. Allen Jeffries this certificate of Outstanding Service to the youth of McLennan County."
He held up a large framed certificate with my name in large letters. Everyone was applauding and calling for a speech.
I went to the front and accepted my certificate. "This is a complete surprise, thank you very much. Most parents have a long time to learn the job of being a mom or dad. Taking on Mark at 12-years-old, means I have to learn the past 12 years of how to be his mom and dad pretty fast, and that's a lot of work. Just because I'm stepping aside doesn't mean I'm going away. I'm still going to be a member of the troop committee helping and go on an occasional campout or other activity. Since Mark moved in with me, he's now going to be transferring to this school district and will be moving to Isbill Junior High a week from Monday. So when you see him, please help make him feel at home in his new school.
"So I'm guessing you are all wondering who will be the new Scoutmaster." The man Frank and I selected is a favorite among the Assistant Scoutmaster. "He loves you kids, works well with you, and I believe is respected by you. So without further ado, I introduce your new Scoutmaster – Mr. Bill Latham!"
I applauded and stepped to the side of the stage allowing my replacement to take his rightful place.
Mr. Bill made a few comments and reminders of upcoming events. He gave his first Scoutmaster's minute and closed the meeting. "These things are what define us as Boy Scouts please join me in the Scout Law – A Scout is Trustworthy, Loyal, Helpful, . . . ."
After the meeting, Frankie put his overnight bag in my back seat and Mark brought in the bag of clothes to put in the lost-and-found box. I told Frankie that he would most likely arrive at our house before we would since both schools got out at the same time, but that he should go around back and let himself in, we'd leave the back door unlocked for him.
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March 21 – 23, 1980
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We arrived home Friday afternoon and went in the front door. There sitting on the couch was Frankie completely naked. That settled the question of how we were going to handle the nudity Mark and I enjoyed. "I see you made yourself right at home. I'm glad you could come over. Mark's been looking forward to it."
"Thanks for letting me come Mr. Jeffries, Mark's been telling how fun it is to be naked at home, and I've been looking forward to trying it."
Mark walked right up to Frankie and gave him a big hug. "Come on, let's go to my room."
They disappeared down the hall and I followed turning off to my bedroom to remove my own clothes and get my emergency pants to put by the front door.
I heard them leave Mark's room heading to the kitchen. When I got there, Frankie was spreading out their homework and Mark was getting chips and drinks for both of them. "We're going to get our current homework done first, then Frankie's going to help me with some of my missed assignments" The boys sat at the table and began working. There wasn't a lot of current work and they quickly moved on to Mark's missing work, tonight they tackled the math assignments.
They were both very good at math and literally flew through one assignment after another. While they worked, I cooked. At 6:30, I called a break, "Dinner is served on the patio."
Evenings in Texas in January can be chilly, but tonight was comfortable and I fired up the patio heater over the table. Dinner was simple, pasta with homemade meat sauce, a salad, and garlic bread prepared on the barbecue.
"This is the first time I've ever been outside naked, this is fun." Frankie exclaimed.
"How would you boys like to go camping where everyone's naked?"
"Everybody?"
"Yup, boys, girls, women, and men, everyone, except babies, they still wear diapers."
"I don't know about a girl seeing me naked, I'm sure I'd pop a boner."
"Yes you probably will, but there, no one would even notice or care if you did. The more you get used to it, the less often those will happen."
"What is this place?"
"It's a nudist resort, where people go so they don't have to wear clothing."
"See, me just thinking about being naked is giving me a boner now," Frankie complained.
Mark added, "Yeah me too. Let's go to my room real quick."
"You are both excused," and they ran to Mark's room.
They came back several minutes later sporting relaxed penises and went back to work on the math homework and I cleaned up the dinner dishes.
Two hours later, they finished, cleaned up, and came into the living room. "I'm all caught up on math homework."
"You hadn't even started math till tonight. You finished already?"
"Yep."
"I very proud of you," I said as I gathered him to me in a giant hug. "What are you going to do now?"
"Well it's getting late and we're tired, so showers then bed. We have a big day of shopping tomorrow."
"Ok then, you guys have a fun night."
I watched TV for another 2 hours with the volume real low so I could hear the sounds coming from Mark's bedroom. They were definitely having a fun night with multiple orgasms.
Before heading to bed, I checked over the list of remaining assignments. There weren't that many left, English was half done and so was Science. In Social Studies there were only three missing assignments, he is going to make it!
I walked back to my bedroom passing the open door of Mark's room. I paused and looked in. The sheets were moving up and down in about the middle of the bed, but I could only make out one body in the dim lighting. Then I realized it was one boy on top of the other, but I couldn't tell who was on top. "Good night boys, try and get some sleep tonight."
The motion stopped. "Good night Papa, we will."
"Yeah, good night Mr. Jeffries."
"Please stop calling me Mr. Jefferies, Frankie."
"What should I call you?"
I used the opportunity to go in and sit on the edge of Mark's bed, but I pulled the cover back before I sat down, exposing Mark's beautiful round buns on top. Mark started to pull out. "Don't pull out just because I'm here," I said as I put my hand on Mark's butt pushing him back down and back up into Frankie's rectum. "You could call me by my first name, Allen. Mark calls me Papa, because I'm not his father or his dad even though papa is Spanish for dad. You two are like cousins, so if you were, I would be your uncle. In Spanish, uncle is Tio."
"I can't hold back any longer!" Mark interrupted, as his little behind started moving up and down as fast as he could go for maybe 15 seconds then pushed forward so hard that Frankie slid up the sheets an inch or so. His chest came up off Frankie's back as he supported himself by his arms. He gave out a mighty groan as his orgasm released through his penis. He held completely still as his muscle at the base of his penis pumped his semen into Frankie's behind. Then he collapsed on to Frankie's back completely limp and exhausted.
"Wow Mark that sounded spectacular," I said as I rubbed his buns and the small of his back. "Frankie, you can decide what you want to call me." I kissed the backs of both of their heads and said "Good night," again. From Frankie's lack of movement I'm guessing he also orgasmed when Mark did.
I left them alone and went to my bed. Not hearing any noise from their room, I broke out my cum towel and stroked myself to a very satisfying orgasm of my own. I rode my orgasmic high, down into a deep sleep.
My next moment of awareness, I realized there were whispers. "Look how hard it's getting."
"Go ahead and touch it."
"Not me, he's your Papa. You touch it."
I was fully awake now and aware that I was not covered by my sheet any longer. It was light out so it had to be at least 7:00 a.m. There were also two naked urchins on my bed, one kneeling on either side of me, studying my hardening penis. I laid there pretending to be asleep so they could examine me. I finally felt a touch as a small hand wrapped around me.
"He's 6 inches long, which he said was respectable, but only about an inch in diameter, which is on the smaller side." I still couldn't tell who was holding me.
"I saw my dad naked not too long ago. He was shorter, but a lot bigger around, and his wasn't hard. His dick is really fat."
"Like twice as big and Papa?"
"No, bigger, at least three times bigger."
Frankie wasn't exaggerating. I've seen Frank Sr. in the shower at summer camp and he is huge, at least 2½" across, but then he's a big broad man too.
The hand holding me was now stroking me gently, but was holding me perfectly, I now knew it was Mark that was handling me. I stretched as if I was just waking up.
"He waking up, let's go," Frankie said.
"Neither of you are going anywhere," I replied. "You don't start something without finishing it." I had been forcing myself to lay perfectly still, but now I was allowing my body to react to the stimulus I was receiving. "Did either of you get permission to play with my penis?"
Mark's hand immediately retracted, and his head hung, "No, I forgot. I'm sorry."
"You're forgiven this time." My legs twitched, and my hips made small thrusts. "Why don't you show Frankie how to do that Mark?" Mark looked tentatively over at Frankie. Frankie reached his hand out and Mark positioned his hand. Frankie took hold of my shaft but didn't move. "Mark, show him what to do."
Mark put his hand around Frankie's and helped him stroke up and down. "See, it's just like when you do mine, no difference. Well I guess he's a little bigger, so a longer stroke." Mark got Frankie into a rhythm and let go of his hand. He continued stroking. My body resumed reacting again after the changing of the guard.
After a minute or so, I told them, "I'm going to cum soon." Frankie, just keep doing what you're doing till I tell you to stop. My involuntary movement became more pronounced and I finally exclaimed, "Cumming now!" My first shot surprised Frankie as it went about a foot high and landed just below my neck and trailed 6 inches down my chest. Four more projectiles fired and landed somewhere on my torso. "Ok Frankie, you can stop now."
Frankie slowed to a stop and let go. I was breathing hard. Frankie started stroking himself. Mark joined him. I laid there and watched. Both boys were on their knees sitting on their heels. As they approached their orgasms, both rose to their knees. Mark approached his orgasm first and I had him come up to my head where I took him into my mouth just as he started ejaculating, Frankie cummed with just as much enthusiasm, but no fluids. They both laid next to me to recover.
I turned to Mark first and kissed him, pushing my tongue between his lips, and forcing my way between his teeth. His tongue learned quickly and sought the inside of my mouth. I broke away from Mark and turned towards Frankie. "Would you like a kiss too Frankie?" He was hesitant, but appeared willing so I put a hand behind his head and pulled him to my face. Our lips met, and my tongue snaked forward.
"Let him in to your mouth Frankie, you can taste my cum!" Frankie's mouth opened and my tongue entered, I'm guessing, but I would bet money this was his first male French kiss. His tongue played with my teeth a bit then went in deeper and played with my tongue.
I released his head and we fell apart. "That was nice, Frankie, good job."
"When will I be able to cum, uh, Tito?" Frankie asked?
"It's just Tio, Frankie. No one knows when a boy will have his first cum. Every boy is different. There are reports out there of boys as young as 9 or as old as 14 the first time they cummed, but usually between 12 and 13 is normal. When was your birthday?
"It's was June 26th."
"So you're 12¾ already. It could happen any day. Enjoy your dry cums while you can. You can jack off without worrying about making a mess. And without ejaculations, your recovery time is really short, I'll bet you can cum back-to-back and maybe, to-back!"
"I don't know I've never tried that before."
"Well, if we're going shopping, I need a shower and I'll bet that both of you do too. I got up and crawled over Frankie and went to my large shower.
I got the water pretty hot and it really steamed up the glass walls. I was standing under the water letting it pound the back of my neck with my back towards the door when I heard the click of the latch as the door opened and two little boys slipped into the shower with me. The door latch clicked shut.
"Could you turn it down, that's too hot."
I lowered the temperature. I was determined to make this just a shower and handed Mark the bar of soap. "Here, get busy." He soaped up Frankie and I shampooed my hair, then I did Mark's then Frankie's. By the time I finished all three heads, he and Frankie were clean, leaving only me. They both started working on me. Mark got me soapy and Frankie scrubbed with the washcloth. It was actually efficient and we finished quickly. We rinsed the soap off and I turned off the water. I stepped out and took one towel, and held out the only other available towel and told them to share. I dried off and headed to the kitchen.
It was 9:30 already, so we just had a quick breakfast of cereal and juice. By 10:00, we were dressed and out the door headed up the highway, 90 miles to a Wicke's Furniture Store.
They had a nice selection and I walked the bedroom aisle with them pointing out the different types of beds. I told them where I would be and turned the boys loose to find what Mark wanted in his room. I chose a comfortable recliner that was part of a sofa. I reclined and relaxed. A salesman did come by asking if the two young boys were with me and I assured him that they were and this was a buying trip to get a complete bedroom set.
After an hour of dosing off and on, Mark came to find me. "I think I found what I want, but I want your opinion." He pointed out a king-sized bed with a 7-foot tall bookcase headboard. The set also had a matching dresser with mirrors, nightstands, and various other pieces, each could be ordered separately. "I really like the idea of a king-size bed. I could get 4-guys in there on a sleepover. What do you think?"
"Well how often do you really think you'll have three other guys over at one time, aren't most sleep-overs with just one other person? If you go with a queen bed, you'd have room for a couch, and when you need extra bed space, it pulls out into another queen bed."
"I like that idea. I knew I brought you along for a good reason."
"Didn't it have something to do with driving and paying for the new furniture?"
"Yeah, maybe that too."
"Would you like the couch from our living room? It's a pull out queen bed."
"It is? I didn't realize that."
"I don't think I've ever used it as a bed."
"What would we put in the living room?"
"You know that recliner/couch you found me on? That one is very comfortable."
"Something I didn't see was a work table for my room. Some place I could build things on and work on large projects."
"Maybe a table and something like a stool?"
"Yeah, that would work."
"Let's find the salesman and ask what they've got."
I saw him lurking near the end of the aisle and waved to him and he walked towards us. "We're looking at this style bedroom set. But we also need like a worktable for building things and working on large projects and maybe a stool to go with it, and what do you have that would work for an aquarium?"
He took us to the dinette section and showed us some half tables. They weren't as wide as a regular table, but a 5-foot long table would sit four chairs. Could you show us the chairs and stools please. They weren't far away and we pick out one chair and one stool and took them to the table to try out. The stool provided a better working height. "Put that table and this one stool on our list."
"You could put the gold fish, in his new aquarium on the end of the table, or do you think you'll need the full table?"
Mark looked at the salesman and asked, "Do you have a small stand that would work for an aquarium?"
"Yes, TV stands are popular for aquariums, and you could put the supplies down below behind the doors." He showed us several, but we really didn't know what size aquarium we would end up with. The one that best matched the bedroom set came in several sizes.
"Put this style on the list, but we'll need to call you with the size. Let's go back to the bedroom set and figure out which pieces."
"Did you decide which bed, Mark?"
"Yes, the queen size, with one nightstand."
"Do you want the chest of drawers or the dresser with the mirrors?"
"The dresser with the mirrors."
"Anything else?"
"Well eventually I'll probably need a bookshelf."
"You mean other than the 7-foot tall bookcase headboard that comes with the bed?"
"Oh, yeah, I guess not."
Then I asked the salesman if I was missing anything a teenager would want.
"You'll want a clothes hamper, but we don't carry those, you can get good ones at any decent department store, or Walmart. You might need a bedside lamp, but I wouldn't buy that here and maybe a work light for the table. The only other thing I could think of would be a computer desk if you were planning on that."
"Not at the moment, maybe when he gets to high school."
"The only other thing I can think of would be a mattress for the bed, and with his bed, you only need just the mattress."
"Lead on, my good man." He took us to the mattress section and the boys tried them all. While they were playing around bouncing on mattresses, I had the salesman add the recliner/couch that I had napped on earlier.
The boys settled on a medium firmness, and it was added to the order.
"Then is that all, sir?"
"I believe it is. When can this be delivered?"
"I know the bedroom set is in the warehouse, I'm not sure about the table, the stool is, and we have lots of TV stands, I just need to know the size you need."
"I can call you later today."
"Perfect! I'll have the rest of the order written up and waiting for your call. You can give me your credit card information then as well and I'll give you delivery options." I gave him the rest of my information and we were on our way to the fish store at the other end of the shopping center.
Mark told the young lady that Splotch needed some company and a bigger house. Using his hands, he described his current living quarters.
"I'm guessing Splotch is a goldfish?"
"Yes."
"Well we can move Splotch to an aquarium. Ten gallons will allow him to have one more friend, twenty gallons, maybe two more." Mark decided on the ten gallon. We purchased the aquarium, rocks, decorations and other accessories and picked out Splotch's new roommate. The new fish was the cheapest thing we bought.
Now knowing the size needed for the stand, we went back to Wicke's and found our salesman. He had the TV stand brought out of the warehouse so we could take it home today. And I paid for everything.
We found some lunch before driving home where we spent the rest of the afternoon setting up Splotch's new home. "What are you going to call your new fish?" I asked.
"Freckles."
"Very appropriate," I replied.
I called in a pizza order for an extra-large for dinner, and put $20 by the door. Roger showed up and rang the bell. Mark grabbed Frankie's hand dragging him to the front door. Mark opened the door and greeted Roger. Roger was surprised seeing 2 naked boys remarked, "Mark, you multiplied yourself!"
"No, this is my best friend Frankie. Do we get to see more of you this time?"
"I can't do that, I'm working."
Mark opened the door, handed Roger the money, and teased him "Oh come on, just a little?"
"Oh all right." Roger stepped into the gap between the screen door and the door jam, pulled down his zipper, and pulled out just the head of his dick.
"Radical" both exclaimed in unison.
"I gotta get back to work. See you next time," as he tucked himself back in.
We ate our pizza then I took the boys to a movie they wanted to see. We got home around 10:30 and it appeared I had succeeded in tiring the boys out as they went straight to bed, at least I thought. I went to bed as soon as I could no longer hear any noise. That's when I found both boys, in my bed. They were already asleep and both were as far to the edge as they could get without falling out of bed. I got ready and crawled in bed between them as they intended. Listening to the soft stereo sounds of two boys breathing while asleep put me right to sleep as well.
I woke up before either boy. I turned to my back and my morning woody was standing tall, tenting the sheet proudly. But I pretended to be asleep breathing deeply and rhythmically.
It didn't take long for the boys to stir and begin whispering to each other. I felt the sheet being lifted and moved down exposing all three of us. They talked about how hard it was just like yesterday, and how fun it was jacking me off, leading me to believe I would be recipient of another boy handed masturbation session. But then the conversation took a sharp turn. Frankie asked Mark, "Do you think he would let me . . . you know . . . um, suck it?" I felt a light touch on the glans, so to confound their plans, I rolled to my side and pulled my legs up a bit.
Mark told Frankie, "Remember last time. We need to ask him first. When I want to play with Papa, he makes me tell him specifically what I want to do to him, or have him do to me. So if you want to suck him, I you need to ask."
"Do you think he would let me?" Frankie asked.
I did one of those full body stretches one does when waking up and rolled onto my back again, wrapping an arm around each boy.
"Good morning boys. Yes, Mark's correct if you want something you do need to ask. I don't remember anyone asking permission if they could sleep in my bed last night, but I implied my permission when I got in bed with you. If you wanted to suck me off, that's something you need to have specific permission to do that."
"Tio, can I . . . may I . . . uh, may I suck your penis?"
"Frankie, do you know how to 69?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"Yeah, Mark taught me."
"Ok, let's do it that way. Mark, could you help him out if he needs it." I reached out and lifted Frankie above me and rotated him so his pelvis was above my head and I lowered him taking his erect penis in my mouth. I then rolled onto my side so I was facing Mark with Frankie between us. Frankie quickly found my dick and started licking it. I played follow-the-leader, and whatever Frankie did to me, I did to him. Mark had to remind him to bob up and down on it and not just suck. Frankie was doing a good job and could feel him tensing up and he stopped sucking. He tried to jab his little 4 incher into my throat and moaned loudly as he cummed. I held him tightly to me and didn't let him pull away. I just kept up my end of the mutual blowjobs till he got the idea and went back trying to finish me.
I felt the building of my own orgasm and told Frankie to slow down. The feeling of an eminent release passed and I started teasing Frankie with every blowjob trick I knew. I soon had him breathing heavy and moaning about cumming again. He again tried to burry himself as deep as possible and he cummed again with a loud groan. I continued to hold him firmly and didn't stop working his incapable sperm injector. I told him to speed back up and set my sights on a mutual orgasm.
With Frankie's increased speed, I could feel the first signs of an impending orgasm. Just some tingling deep down inside me, and I knew it wouldn't be long, I kicked my manipulations of Frankie's dick into high gear. I gave my first warning of my brewing orgasm.
I heard Mark telling Frankie that just before I cum, to pull back so just the head of my penis was in his mouth and that all the semen I would produce could be held in his mouth.
That wondrous mixture of feelings of my impending ejaculation began cascading over me. I was able to mutter a last warning, "Cumming," as my climax engulfed me.
"Now." Mark called to Frankie as my first muscle contraction expelled semen from my body. Frankie pulled back but kept me in his mouth accepting the pulses of fluid.
I felt Frankie's body harden once again, then began to quiver as his back-to-back-to-back orgasm overtook him. My own body continued to ejaculate into his. This time he did not try to pull away nor did I hold him. I felt him completely relax and he did pull from my mouth. I looked down at his face and I'm pretty sure I saw him swallow, but he made no attempt at additional movement.
Mark showed actual concern for his best friend. He stroked his cheek and asked. "Frankie? Are you ok?" I assured Mark that Frankie was fine and a few minutes of sleep would bring him right back to us. I pulled Frankie into a sitting position then rotated him 180° and laid him back down between us. "See his chest moving? He's breathing he's just asleep. He just cummed three times back-to-back and he needs some time to recover."
Frankie laid there peacefully between us, with one of my hands I ran my fingers through his hair while my other hand rubbed from his neck down to his abdomen and back. Mark's hand found his little 2" flaccid dick and began rubbing it. He came around after a couple minutes and was back to being an excited little boy quickly.
"Oh my God, did you see that? I cummed three times, that was so great, thank you Tio." He climbed up on me forcing me onto my back, leaned down, and kissed me forcing his tongue in my mouth. I didn't make him use much force and I just laid there letting him do what he wanted. I did kiss him back and found the flavor of my cum still in his mouth.
I looked over at Mark who was the only one of us still erect. He was slowly stroking his shaft, not hard enough to get off, just enough to keep himself at peak hardness. "How you doing Mark? Is there something you'd like?"
"Yeah, can I . . . may we do . . . may I make love to you?"
I was so pleased he asked. With another male you truly love, I consider anal sex the ultimate act of love and I believe he was attempting to show his love for me. The night he asked me to put my penis in his rectum, wasn't about sex. He needed a closeness that night, one that my penis allowed. Now this morning he wanted to make love to me.
I look deep into his eyes and said, "Yes Mark, I would like very much for you to make love to me." I looked back at Frankie's face, kissed his lips again, and told him he could stay, but that this was going to be a very special moment for Mark and me.
Frankie crawled off me and over to the edge of the bed. I moved into the center and spread my legs. Mark got between my legs and kneeled, sitting on his heels. I reached over to the nightstand drawer retrieving my tube of personal lubricant I only used on special occasions. I squeezed a small amount onto my index finger, then using both hands I held his penis and applied the lube covering him completely with the other hand. I held his hand in mine and squirted a small amount on his index finger and pulled my legs up over my chest.
He wiped the lube onto my hole and spread it around, then pushed his finger in about half way. I watched his face the whole time as he watched me. There was a look of concentration and a slight smile on his lips as I'm sure the same smile was on mine. He pulled his finger and inched forward on his knees. He held his straining erection down so it was pointing straight at my entrance, he leaned forward, and we two became one, his penis sliding easily inside me. He laid forward onto my chest and pressed our lips together allowing our tongues to enter each.
We laid there in the embrace for a few moments, and Mark pushed up off my chest so he could thrust himself deeper in me. Then he pulled away, just as I was afraid he might pull out, he thrust back in, and I could feel his little ball sack slap up against my butt. He worked himself into a rhythm, each of his inward strokes probing my prostate, making my own erection harder and harder. One of his hands began playing with the underside of my penis right where the corona is attached. I could last no longer and I blasted away at my belly with my own load of sperm, my hands never touching myself, they were, in fact, gliding along Mark's ribs and down over his twin globes of flesh, allowing me to use them to pull him to me on the instroke.
Mark continued his rhythmic thrusting against my body, moments or minutes or hours later, time had lost all meaning, Mark said, "Papa, I love you, I am giving you my fluids containing the essence of who I am. I want. . . you. . . to be. . . my Father!" There was something wrong with his voice; it had a mechanical quality to it, as if it was synthesized.
His cum entered me just as he said the word Father, he ejaculated about 2 teaspoons of semen into my rectum, as aroused as he was, maybe a bit more, but that is not what I felt. I felt something more than a small amount of fluid enter my rectum, I felt a force enter me. Every fiber of my body felt . . . something. Like they say in Star Wars, may the force be with you. I felt Mark's force enter me when as he ejaculated; it was so strong it made my whole body shiver. I felt as if an entire 12-year-old had entered me. I orgasmed spontaneously. I allowed my legs back down on the bed forcing Mark's shrinking penis out of me. I pulled him up higher on my chest.
"I want to be your Daddy more than anything Mark. I love you too."
Mark laid on top of me and we both cried, not from sorrow, but out of joy and mutual love. Both of us had tears flowing from our eyes. Frankie who had been silently watching snuggled in close and put his arm over Mark's back. He was crying softly as well.
I finally forced us to get up and we all went into my shower. The warm water cascading over us, I stayed seated on the bench to be closer to their heights while we all helped each other clean our hair and bodies. We dried off and went to the living room, where I suggested the kids turn on some morning cartoons. It was still morning, but already after 10:00 a.m., and I went to the kitchen to make brunch.
While I was cooking, Frankie wandered into the kitchen, "Tio, when two guys have sex or want to get married, people call them gay or queer, or homos. Since Mark and I and now you have done sex stuff together, does that make us gay?"
"No, Frankie, you and Mark aren't gay or queer. You're two young boys who are exploring your newfound sexuality with a friend. If your friends had been girls, you would be exploring your sexuality with girls. You are too young at this point to know what your final sexual preference will be. Will you prefer boys and be considered gay, or prefer girls and be considered straight, or like both and be considered bi-sexual? You have several years to decide. But you do need to be careful who you tell at this point, some kids at school can be very cruel and if they hear you had sex with another boy they may label you as gay and make fun of you."
"Oh, ok," and he went back to the TV.
I cooked up a feast and as we sat around the dinette eating brunch, Frankie asked another bombshell, "Do you think I could give my dad a blowjob?"
Lucky for me, Mark picked up and tried to answer him, "You said his dick is pretty big."
"Yeah, huge."
"How big?"
Frankie held up his thumb and index finger making them in a circle where his thumb and finger didn't touch. "Maybe this big"
Mark went to the refrigerator and opened the vegetable drawer pulling out a cucumber. "This big?"
"No not that big"
Joking, Mark pulled out a baby carrot, "This big?"
"No way bigger, you dick."
He took out a smaller cucumber and held it up.
"That's close, but I can't tell. Tio, could you stand over there and hold it, you know down there."
I took the vegetable and walked ten feet away. "Up or down?"
"Kinda straight out."
I oriented the cucumber so it pointed parallel to the floor and held it next to my dick.
"Oh my God, that's exactly what I saw."
I washed the cucumber under running water and handed it to him. "See if it will fit in your mouth."
He opened his mouth wide and brought the vegetable to his lips. Only the very end was able to enter his lips.
"And remember, your dad's penis would be bigger when it gets hard, probably not much, but at least somewhat bigger."
Mark put the cucumber back for our next salad.
After another bite of waffle and some bacon, Frankie asked, "Then what could I do for him?"
"What did you do for me Saturday morning?"
"Oh yeah, I could masticate him."
"You don't want to do that. Masticate means to chew up. I think you mean you could masturbate him," I corrected.
"Yeah, that."
"It would probably be best if you do that when your mom isn't around," Mark suggested.
"Or my sister. I'll wait for when they do a `girl's weekend' to the cabin. You could come over for a sleepover when they're gone and help me try it then."
"Frankie, just out of curiosity, why do you want to masturbate your dad?"
"I've seen how close you and Mark are and I think it would be cool to have that same closeness between me and my dad. I think it would be fun for my dad to go along when we go camping at that nudist place too."
"Ok we'll have to think about that someday, for now, you guys have till 1:00 o'clock when I take you home, so why don't you guys watch a movie or ride your bikes or find something else to do." They disappeared in Mark's room for a while then got dressed and took off on their bikes.
When they got home, I put Frankie's bike in the Suburban and I took the boys over to Frank's. When we got there, I asked Frankie to have his dad come outside and that both of them should play in Frankie's room for a few minutes.
Frank came out and I asked where we could talk privately. "Let's sit in your truck." We sat with the windows down and talked about the weekend. I told him that Frankie was naked when we came in from school Friday. That he, Mark and I spent the weekend naked while in the house. About the sex between Mark and Frankie that now included anal penetration. The questions that Frankie asked, and having two naked boys get into bed with me Saturday morning and they taking turns masturbating me; showering together; shopping all day at Wicke's.
Then things got a little risky. As a judge, Frank holds my future with Mark in his hands. He will determine if I get to keep Mark and eventually adopt him. If I tell him certain details, he could decide I was unfit to be a parent, but if I didn't tell him, and Frankie did, he'd for sure decide I was unfit.
So I went on and told him about the boys going to sleep in my bed Saturday night and I let them stay. About the morning exploration that ended up with Frankie and I having a 69 at Frankie's request. And last about Mark wanting, then having sex with me while Frankie watched. Then I went into detail about my feelings with Mark and how I felt his force enter my body, and how he declared he wanted me to be his Father and I wanted it too.
I told him of the hilarious conversation over breakfast about his penis size and comparing it to a cucumber, and how Frankie wanted to give him a blowjob, but would have to settle for a hand job, because he couldn't take his size.
Then I relayed Frankie's fear that he might be gay since he'd had sex with Mark, and I.
I let that all sink in for a minute, and I could see Frank contemplating everything I said.
"So what do you think Frank? Am I unfit to be a parent?"
"Did you ever initiate contact with the kids? Or was there ever any pain involved?"
"No, in fact, I make them specifically ask for what they want to do, and make sure they are comfortable. That's why we talked Frankie out of trying to give you a blowjob. You wouldn't fit."
"Well many people would consider you a pedophile, just for doing stuff with kids. But I know you personally and I trust you with my own child. Pedophiles don't tell judges they sucked their son's dick. You're always a teacher and turn every activity into a learning opportunity. Mark's sexual history has given him a different outlook on sex and I think you'll turn that around for him with your constant teaching. I think you'll make a great parent.
"It doesn't bother me that you let Frankie experiment with you. In fact, I expected it. If he wants to continue experimenting, you have my explicit permission."
"Thank you Frank. What do you think about the feeling I had with Mark today and his force entering my body?"
"That's different, not sure exactly what to make of that. I believe you had an exceptional experience today, and if Mark wants you to be his daddy and you want it too, I say we start the paperwork through the system. It takes 6 to 18 months to work through the system. Yours will be on the lower end with all the paperwork you already have."
"I've been giving that some thought and figured we have plenty of time. I think we should wait a while, you know make sure we're compatible and all."
Frank exited the Suburban and leaned back in the window. "You're a lucky man Allen; and you have a good kid. I'll send him out to you."
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Late March 1980
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Home from Frank's we dropped our clothes, which has already become automatic, we walk into the house, and take them off. Mark brought his books out of his bedroom and set up on the dinette. His goal before dinner was the last three Social Studies assignments. While he worked, I got his allowance and gave it to him. He added the $7 to his new wallet.
He was successful in completing the three Social Studies assignments.
After dinner, he tackled the English assignments. Those didn't go as fast, he only completed about half, but I stopped him at 8:30 and let him watch some TV before bed. He was on track to finish Wednesday night.
I still have to drive him to his old school, but we do not have to stop for breakfast as we can now get that at home. I dropped him off with 5 minutes to spare and went to work. I got a call from Wicke's furniture delivery department. They offered me Tuesday between noon and 2:00 p.m. or Thursday 2:00 to 4:00 p.m. I took Tuesday. Mark finished the English assignments Monday night. He also reported his math and social studies teachers were very happy with what he turned in.
I took a half day Tuesday leaving the office at 11:30 to be home in time for Wicke's arrival. They met the window and removed Mark's old furniture and put his new stuff in place, then moved the couch from the living room to his room and put my new couch where the old one was.
Standing there looking at his new room a thought struck me. A new bed needs new sheets. I left an hour and a half early to pick him up but went to the mall first, meaning a side trip to Waco.
Knowing how he could easily soil a couple sets of sheets on a sleepover, I bought him three sheet sets, a mattress pad, a moisture resistant barrier to protect the mattress from unintentional fluid deposits, and two pillows, then doubled the order, for the hide-a-bed. I didn't get bedspreads; he needed to pick those out since it is part of his room decoration.
I walked around the toy section and picked up a few of his favorite Star Wars action figures. He needed something on those empty shelves.
When we got home from school, I made him help carry in the bags from Target, and he bee-lined straight to his room to see his new furniture. He nearly ripped his clothes off and dove on to the bed. I told him to work on his homework and I would make his bed. He gathered his books and left for the kitchen.
I put all the different layers on the new mattress and pulled an old print blanket from my closet as a temporary bedspread. I pulled out the hide-a-bed and made it up too. I covered it with an old Mexican blanket. I unboxed the action figures and strategically placed them on the headboard. I went in the kitchen and told Mark to go check out his room.
Mark came running back to the kitchen a couple minutes later. He launched himself at me and wrapped his arms around my neck. "Thank you Papa, it's wonderful, and the action figures are so cool. But those bedspreads are just . . . ugly."
"Yeah I know, but I wanted to put something on the beds. You need to pick out what bedspreads you want. We'll do that sometime this week. Ok?"
"Ok Papa."
"Come on; let me show you how the fold-up works. Then you can get back to your homework." After dinner, he finished his English assignments.
By Wednesday
night, he had completed every missed assignment the teachers requested. He
turned the last of them in Thursday, and Friday his report card was issued:
Math – A
Social Studies – A-
English – B-
Science – A-
Art – A
PE – B.
He cleaned out his locker and said goodbye to all his teaches. On the way home we stopped at Target and bought not exactly a bedspread, but one of those fuzzy fleece blankets with a Star Wars montage with Darth Vader in the middle, and including Luke and Leia, Chewbacca and Han, R2-D2 and C-3PO, the Death Star, Imperial Warriors, and several different spacecraft. For the hide-a-bed, we needed a smaller blanket so it would fold into the bed. We found a full size blanket that would just cover the queen mattress, but it was for the movie coming out in May, The Empire Strikes Back.
Mark made me sleep with him in his new bed that night. We each took turns sucking the other to wondrous orgasms, then Mark guided me to my stomach. "May I make love to you again?" I simply nodded my reply. He retrieved his fresh tube of lubricant from his new bedside table, applied it, and slipped himself in me a second time. When he orgasmed, it was nothing like the first time. It was still an intimate moment, but I didn't have any earthshattering feelings of a spiritual nature. It was pure love based sex and the great feeling of a hands free cum, anointing Mark's sheet for the first time. Mark laid his head on my back and fell asleep.
By the morning, we were lying face to face when I awoke. Mark and I got a little 69 action before having to run to our bathrooms to relieve our need to pee. After breakfast Mark got a call from Frankie explaining that his mom and sister were having a mom/daughter day and would be gone till 9:00 p.m. and he should come over for a sleepover.
I gave Mark permission to go and to have a good time. He grabbed a shoulder bag a pair of underwear and socks and his toothbrush and rode his bike to Frankie's house.
Suddenly I felt all alone. I walked around the house and ended up in Mark's bedroom standing there looking lost. The room isn't `his' yet. There needs to be more `Mark stuff' on the walls and the shelves. I realized none of the plastic car models he had made or any of his toys was out. I found them, still in the bag we brought them home in, stuck back inside the closet. I wondered why.
I knew what Frankie and Mark had planned for Frank, that's why I warned him. I wondered if this sudden mother/daughter day was Frank's way of allowing it to happen.
I thought about putting his models out on the empty shelves, but stopped, reminding myself that this was Mark's room and he should decorate it. The action figures were a surprise for him, from here on out, it's up to him.
I busied myself with housework, laundry, and mowing the lawn. Normal weekend stuff, like life before Mark, but it was hard and I missed him greatly. I kept thinking about the two boys and what they might be doing to Frank.
I made it to the evening and made myself a drink and relaxed on my new recliner couch to watch some TV. I sat there mindlessly allowing time to pass and went to bed. So very alone.
I didn't sleep well it was too quiet.
I got up early and cleaned the kitchen. Then I put Mark's allowance on top of his dresser.
I got a call from Frank around 1:00 p.m. "Hi Allen, just wanted to make sure you're home, thought I'd bring Mark and Frankie by, and maybe have a beer with you on the patio."
"I'm home, come on by." I threw on some clothes for Frank's benefit.
15 minutes later, they pulled into the drive and got Mark's bike out of the trunk.
Mark and Frankie disappeared in Mark's room getting themselves naked. Frank and I retired to the patio with a couple of beers.
"So was this mother/daughter day somehow arranged or suggested by you?"
"Umm, maybe. How did you know?"
"Scoutmaster's intuition. I learned to suspect any coincidental activity."
"Well when you told me what Frankie wanted to do, I figured the sooner the better and Kerri agreed. She took Staci for the day so we could have some father/son time."
"Ok, so what happened? I want details."
"Oh the boys were so funny Allen. As soon as Mark got there, they both ditched their clothes and were soon parading themselves in front of me naked, telling me I was overdressed. Then something you taught Frankie happened, he asked for specifically what he wanted, he asked if they could see my penis. Well how could I not oblige? So I took them into the bedroom and dropped my pants. Mark didn't seem too fazed; I guess he's seen some large dicks before. Frankie just came up to me and tentatively reached out and asked if he could touch it. Then he wrapped his little hand around it. Mark encouraged Frankie to kiss it, then asked if he could kiss it too. Oh, God, Allen I had two boys kissing my dick.
"Mark had Frankie move his hand up and down. I kicked my pants off, backed up, and laid on the bed. They got up on either side of me and went back to what they were doing. Mark kept showing Frankie things he could do with a big dick, licking the glans, pushing his tongue in the piss slit, licking the frenulum. Your son knows way too much for his age Allen."
Oh my God, he called him MY SON!
"They played with me a while and got me so hard. I've never been hard in front of Frankie before, he tried taking me in his mouth. Karen can take my whole glans, but his little mouth wouldn't even take half of it. Allen, even that felt so incredible.
"Then he sat on me and rubbed his butt crack over my glans and pressed his hole against me. I could feel his little butt trying to open up for me, I cummed in his butt with him just covering the piss slit, he told me he could feel it entering him. Mark was helping by rubbing his hand up and down my shaft.
"I've never felt anything like it. Frankie crawled up on my chest and French kissed me. I'm guessing Mark taught him that too.
"I rolled him over and went down on him taking his dick in my lips, and gave him a blowjob, and I swear Allen he ejaculated in my mouth, it wasn't much, just a couple tiny squirts of watery fluid, but he cummed for me and I was there for him for his first time.
"We spent the rest of the day naked around the house, which lead to another session in the living room. After Frankie took a load from me in his mouth, he asked if he could put his penis in me. Well, you know how big I am, the legs-up position is too uncomfortable, and face down he couldn't even reach me. But Mark suggested the on-knees-head-down position, which really opens the back door, and with a little Vaseline, Frank was able to get in it me. Allen that felt so wonderful, my son and I connecting on a level I never thought achievable, mostly thanks to Mark."
I noticed we were both out of beer, and went to get us each another. When I handed him his bottle, he started talking again.
"Remember when you told me about how you felt Mark's force enter you? Well Saturday the three of us were talking about that morning, did you know that Frankie actually saw what you described?"
"No he didn't say anything. What did he see?"
"Well, he had a very hard time describing it. He said he saw Mark's soul or spirit in a ghost-like full-body image of Mark rise up out of him and float just above him, then as it move up and over you, it rolled over on its back and pulled its legs up then it lowered itself into your body taking your exact shape. He said it disappeared into you just as Mark said he wanted you to be his Father. Did you discuss what you felt with the boys?"
I had chills and I couldn't stop them. "No. The only person I told was you."
"Then how could Frankie . . ."
"They were inside the house when I told you, they couldn't have heard me."
"Did Mark say anything else leading up to the. . . uh, merger?"
"Yes, when he warned me he was about to cum, he sounded very clinical, almost like it wasn't him talking. He said he was about to cum and something about giving me his fluids containing his essence."
Frank absorbed what I just told him for a minute. "When a man fathers a child, he passes who he is into the new life that is formed, via his sperm cells. I get the feeling that Mark's ethereal body containing his life-force, merging with your body was somehow trying to correcting God's error that he was not originally of your body. I think you and Mark were supposed to be together all along.
"Oh come on, that's a little `Twilight Zone' don't ya think?"
We sat there in silence a couple minutes, both of us in deep thought.
"Frank, I'm ready to adopt Mark. Would you please start the process?"
"Your paperwork is in my briefcase, I filled it out after talking with the boys this morning. Let me go get it."
He retrieved his briefcase and laid the papers on the dining room table. The boys hearing the front door open and close came naked into the living room to see what was happening. Mark stood next to me and Frankie stood attached to Frank's leg. As I was signing the forms at the dining table, I noticed Frank holding Frankie's shoulder tight against his body. Before he let go of Frankie so he could sign the forms, he hugged Frankie and kissed the top of his head. I believe this was the first time I had seen an act of affection between them in the year and a half they had been in the troop. Frank signed the documents and said, "I'll fast track everything, we should be able to get it through in the July – August timeframe." But I got the feeling he wasn't telling me the whole truth, and I think I saw him wink at Mark.
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School started Monday at 8:30. I let Mark ride his bike and I drove the two blocks. We met at the principal's office and by the time we got there, Mark had already seen three fellow Scouts including his best friend. He's going to like this new school.
The principle was expecting us Monday morning and had Mark's new books ready for him along with his locker assignment. She asked if Mark had any friends in the school and Mark confirmed Frankie Wilson was his best friend. She said that that would be no problem and would put him in Frankie's homeroom and assigned Mark the same class schedule as Frankie. For me, she had a PTA application, and Mark could turn it in to his homeroom teacher. He told Mark to hurry on to homeroom before he would be late. He wanted me to stay a few more moments. He directed Mark towards his class.
"Mr. Jeffries, I understand you have been the Scoutmaster of our local troop for the past 5 years, I just wanted to thank you very much. Mark's previous principle called me about him and filled me in on his story. I think it's great that you're stepping up and take an interest in a boy who was abandoned by his mother. You did a great job helping him overcome the homework hole he was in. If he can keep it up through the next semester, his first two failing grade periods will not be averaged in to his final grade this year. You appear to have a bright, intelligent young man and his final grades should not be faulted by his situation."
I thanked her profusely and assured her I had little to do with him catching up, other than allowing him do the work.
"That's very modest of you, Mr. Jeffries. Have a good day sir; I need to go make the morning announcements."
I left and went to work. I knew that when I got home that night, Mark would already be there. I had a busy day at work as several items had been neglected. I finally took off at 4:00 and went home. I was turning my key in the lock when the door was pulled open from inside. It was of course, Mark with no clothes on. He immediately helped me remove mine then relieved me of a load of cum which he willingly swallowed. He had me sit on my new couch and gathered up my clothes taking them to my bedroom laying them out on my bed.
I had gone from being tired and tense at the end of a very busy day, to now, completely relaxed, feeling no stress what so ever. Mark passed through the living room on his way to the kitchen. "Coke or a beer?"
"Coke please." He returned with a glass filled with ice and Coke and returned to the kitchen. "What are you doing out there?"
"Just finishing up my homework."
He did finish a little later, and joined me on the couch.
"Papa, what if Frankie or one of the other guys wants me to come to their house after school? Can I go?"
"How would I know where you are? I might be worried?"
"I could call and leave a message on the answering machine with the number of where I am."
"Ok, that sounds reasonable. What time would you be home?"
"Between 5:30 and 6:30 I guess. Whenever they're ready to eat dinner."
"Then how does this sound? You leave your friend's house when they are ready for dinner or no later than 6:15 so you can eat with me at 6:30."
"Ok, can I invite them over here after school?"
"It's ok if it's Frankie or one of the other Scouts, but if it's someone I don't know, I'd like to meet them before they are allowed inside."
"That's easy, you already know all my friends from school, they're all in the troop."
"Yeah, now they are, but you'll make new friends along the way, I'd just like to meet them first."
He gave me a hug, "Thanks Papa. What are we making for dinner?"
We settled into a routine of sorts over the next couple of months.
After school, he would either be home or at a friend's house. If he was home and naked he was either alone or had a friend over that enjoyed nudity. If he was alone, I would get a welcome home blowjob and a drink of my choice, if someone was there, I just got my drink. If he was home and dressed, he had a friend over that didn't know about the joys of nudity or care for it. The clues were easy to decipher as soon as I walked in the door.
In the evenings after homework, sometimes he would work on new models of Star Wars vehicles or he would join me watching TV. Sometimes he would sit in my lap, and allow me to bring him to orgasm, other times he just wanted to be held. Except Thursday nights, when we went to the Scout meeting.
In the mornings, I went to Mark's room. He would be sleeping on his back, lying there usually with the sheet bunched up over this tummy, his chest bare. I would stand at the foot of his bed and pull the sheet down slowly. As the sheet rubbed across his dick, it responded, starting a tent. By the time the sheet was fully off him, he was standing proudly at attention. I would crawl up over him and suck him into my mouth. Mostly just moving my lips I would bring him to a morning climax. Just before he would cum, he would reach out and grab my head, telling me he was awake. "I'm awake Papa, I'm up."
Then he would cum in my mouth. "Good morning son, time to get up," and I'd leave him to get up and dress for school.
The weekends had no set routine. He held sleepovers he went to sleepovers. He went camping once a month with the troop, leaving him one or two weekends to do whatever. It was only on Sunday mornings that he would ask to have oral sex with me. That was my most favorite time with him, and the only other person ever in the house with us on those mornings was Frankie.
One of the weekends that Frankie was staying over, we called the pizza place and ordered a late night pizza. I asked for the last delivery that Roger would be making. "That would be when he leaves here at 9:45."
"That's perfect, thank you."
He gave me the price of $18 for the extra-large late-night special. Roger arrived at 10:05 and rang the bell. The boys answered. "You're late!" they exclaimed.
"You were going to be first delivery, but when I realized this was your address, I had to make the other two deliveries first then circled back. I wanted you to be my last delivery of the night." They invited him in and immediately started working him over pretty good, Mark was fondling his dick through the thin fabric of his pants, and Frankie had pulled his shirt up and was attempting to undo his belt.
"Hey Roger, I just wanted you to know, I had nothing to do with this."
"It's ok Mr. Jeffries; I've been looking forward to it. Your boys are really cute."
"Well, they're not both mine. Frankie belongs to Judge Frank Wilson."
I walked to where the boys were stripping him, "Just so you know, there is a guest room if you want to use it, you're welcome to spend the night, drinks are in the fridge, help yourself. The rules are simple, don't hurt anyone and tell your partner exactly what you want done to you, or what you want to do. You must have permission. There's one more stipulation, but I need to see how big your dick is first."
"I'll take care of your pants down for you," Frankie offered.
"Yeah, sure go ahead buddy."
His dick flopped out. 90% erect, a little over 6" and maybe a bit over an inch in diameter. "Ok you're good; you're not overly large where it would hurt them if they want it. There's lube in Mark's nightstand. Use it, and remember you're 17, they're 12, and I'm in the other room. If that sounded like a threat, I guess maybe it was."
The boys finished removing Roger's clothes. He is a good-looking boy, very trim, almost slim. Even Frankie at 3½" would be able to get his dick in Roger's ass. They started out very slowly, more eating pizza than messing with each other. Mark got things started off. He took a slice of peperoni and laid it on Roger's dick. "Oh look, you have a slice of peperoni on yourself, would you like me to get that for you and clean you off?"
"Wow, Mark, thank you very much, please do." Mark kneeled between his legs and licked over Roger's glans up to the offending peperoni. He nibbled on the peperoni causing it to slide around on Roger's dick leaving a trail of orange grease. He nibbled more till the meat was gone. Mark went back to the top and slid his mouth over Roger's dick now sucking off the grease. Roger let out a low, long moan of pleasure.
Not wanting to be left out, Frankie knelt behind Mark and thrust his tongue between his cheeks, rimming Mark's hole.
I handed Roger a cum towel and I threw one under Mark and under Frankie. I wetted my index finger and pushed inside Mark's ass working his prostate.
Mark got vary animated and very excited really quickly, he cummed on the towel beneath him in less than a minute.
"What the hell did you do to him, Mr. Jeffries?"
"I massaged his prostate."
"I don't think I even know what that is, sir."
"When you're free, come in the living room and I'll show you."
I let the boys continue their fun and dug out my more graphically augmented sex education book leaving it on the coffee table.
They eventually took a break and Roger sat next to me on the couch. "Thanks for having me over Mr. Jeffries these kids are a lot of fun."
"Well Roger, Mark has wanted you since the first time you delivered a pizza and called him Mr. Jeffries."
"I remember that. He said he wanted to see more of me."
"Just out of curiosity, how often do you see nudity during your home deliveries?"
"Well, there's only two of you that answer naked on a regular basis.
"The next category is those that put on something just for the delivery. Women will answer wearing a robe; men will slip on a pair of stretch pants. Those houses you can sometimes see other family members in the background still naked.
"The third category is the husband and/or wife answer fully dressed, but inside the kids are running around naked."
"Interesting, so what's the total?"
"Oh, I don't know, maybe a quarter of my deliveries have some nudity. 15 or so of those are in the emergency clothing category."
"I never figured it would be so high. Thanks for sharing."
"So what is this prostate thing?"
I picked up the Illustrated Guide to Human Sexual Anatomy and turned to a cross section of the adult male. "Do you know the difference between sperm and semen?"
Mark and Frankie were now in the room too. Mark crawled up behind me and Frankie was up behind Roger so they could see the pictures too.
"No, I didn't realize there was a difference, sir."
I pointed to the testicles. "Sperm is created here in the testicles. When the sperm is needed, millions of them travel through the vas deferens, these two tubes, up to above the prostate, and then are deposited in the urethra where they are mixed in with the prostate's fluid and the fluids from the two seminal vesicles waiting for the right moment to be propelled via the urethra out through the penis. Sperm is only about 10% of what you ejaculate. 20% is produced by the prostate and the remaining 70% is from the seminal vesicles."
"Wow, the human body is a complicated piece of machinery."
"It sure is Roger. Notice the location of the prostate, how close it is to the rectum, here. By putting my finger in Mark's rectum, I was able to massage his prostate and encourage his ejaculation.
"Yeah, and it felt really good too," Mark added.
"Would you mind doing that to me Mr. Jeffries?"
"I'd be happy to, but only if you start calling me Allen and not Mr. Jeffries and definitely not `sir'.
"I wanna do that again too," Mark added.
"I need a turn too," Frankie complained.
"I can get to your prostate any time you want Mark, let me do our guests first."
"Get down on your hands and knees Roger." He moved to the center of the room and got comfortable on his hands and knees. "Who wants to catch his cum?"
"I do, Mark quickly spoke up."
"Ok, lay on your back under him like you were going to 69."
Mark laid under him and took hold of his dick. Frankie laid next to Roger so he would have almost the same view as Mark.
"Let go of him Mark, the cool thing about this is that it's a hands free orgasm. So just, be ready to take him in your mouth at the last moment." I got my lube just to make things easier and applied it to my middle finger. As much as I wanted to thrust my cock up the teen's ass and play with his prostate that way (ok, turn the fantasy off), I resisted and just inserted my finger. I pressed in and crooked it towards the front of his body. Roger was already erect, and as soon as I touched his prostate, his dick jumped. I pressed into it fairly hard and began rubbing all around it.
"That feels so good. . . That feels really good. . . That's really awesome!"
I moved my fingers up and down, left and right. His dick literally danced with the stimulation.
All he could say changed to, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh." Barely a minute into my manipulations, "I'm cumming," squeaked from his lips.
Mark lifted his head and captured the dancing penis. Roger grunted with the first release.
"Come on! Share Mark," cried Frankie.
Roger grunted again with his second volley. Mark pulled away and let Frankie latch on to Roger's dick.
More grunts announcing his third and fourth releases. "Let me back in," pleaded Mark and Frankie dropped off thankful that he got two good jets of teen semen.
Mark reattached in time for Roger's fifth grunt and then a long drawn out aaaaahhhh accompanied by dribbles of semen. Roger rolled over away from the boys landing on his back pulling my finger out as he rolled. His dick still bubbling semen, I wanted a taste too and I leaned over him and milked him with my lips extracting the remains of his cum. He was delicious, not young boy cum like Frankie or even Mark; but not adult cum either.
I glanced up at the mantle clock it was 12:15. "It's time for two little boys to go to bed." There were cries of anguish, but they knew I was right. I turned to Roger. So what are you going to do? Stay or go?
"I'd like to stay if that's all right? I kinda promised Frankie something." I glanced at Frankie and a large smile had spread across his face. "He's gonna massage my prostate!"
"So staying in with the boys or do you prefer the guest room?"
"Well Allen, again, if it's all right with you, after I finish with Frankie, I'd like to join you."
Well, that wasn't expected. My mind raced through the possibilities. A naked 17-year-old in my bed? Oh hell yeah!
"Well, that's Ok with me. See you in a while."
The three of them retired to Mark's room after brushing their teeth first, Mark even allowing Roger to borrow his toothbrush. I mean how personal is it to borrow a toothbrush after you've French kissed, and sucked each other's dicks.
When the obvious bathroom sounds quieted down, I gave them a few minutes to begin whatever it was they had planned. As I passed their open door, I stole a quick glance. I saw Mark's lube on the bedside table, Mark was sitting near the foot of the bed watching the action, and a set of teenage buns were rising and falling in the middle. Frankie was getting what his father could not provide. He was receiving sex from an almost adult. I went on to my own bathroom and readied myself. I decided I was going to ask Roger if he would allow me to have sex with him.
Twenty minutes later, there was a knock at my door, Roger leaned in, "Is it all right if I come in?"
"By all means."
"Mind if I use the restroom?"
I pointed the direction and heard his pee hitting the bowl, then water running. "Mind If I use this wash cloth?"
"Whatever you need."
He came out of the bathroom slowly. His dick was hanging loosely with a nice curvature to it. He was not completely flaccid, just pleasantly full. He stood at the side of my bed.
"You have an absolutely beautiful body Roger."
"Mark really loves you, you know."
"Yes, I do know."
"He asked me to let you have sex with me, not love, just sex."
"I think he's working himself up to asking me to make love to him. But he hasn't gotten there yet. Would you mind if I had sex with you?"
"I've wanted to have sex with you since the first time you opened the door naked."
I raised the sheet, which was just above my knees and not hiding anything as an invitation to climb in.
He lifted a leg and rolled onto the bed. He laid face down. "How's this? Ok?"
"That's good Roger."
I retrieved the lube and spread it on my dick then reached over to him and slipped down his crack till I found his hole. I worked my lubed finger in his butt, which went in easily. I moved into position between his legs and leaned in. I took my dick into my hand and rubbed it up and down between his cheeks seeking the center of his chute. My glans found the center, but I couldn't proceed.
This just felt wrong; I wanted to wait for when Mark would finally ask me to make love to him. Giving into animalistic lustfulness cheapened my relationship with the boy I love and until he is ready, I will wait.
"I can't do it Roger. I'm sorry, but I'm saving myself for my son." My years of waiting would have to wait some more. I would wait for Mark to ask for me.
I rolled him over and sucked his now stiff dick into my mouth. He didn't seem phased and asked me to give him mine. I twisted around to the 69 position so we could suck each other. Now in his mouth, I swelled m to full size. I felt all was right with the world again. I gave, I received, and we both shot copious amounts of semen, his quickly swallowed.
We laid next to each other, saying nothing.
"Would you sleep in my arms tonight?" I ask
"I'd love to Allen. You really love Mark, don't you?"
"More than anything, you have no idea."
"You both decided to wait tonight. Frankie asked me to have sex with him, which we did first thing, then I asked Mark if he would like me to have sex with him, and he said he'd wait, not that he wouldn't but that he'd wait. I think he's waiting for something very special that will happen between you and him.
"I believe you are right and I'm willing to wait for whenever he is ready."
We snuggled down into the bed and pulled the sheet over us. I wrapped my arm over Roger's chest and we slept.
Mark and I continued to enjoy our daily routine and got quite accustomed to it.
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May 23, 1980
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I turned the calendar in the kitchen on May 1st.
"Hey, who defaced my calendar?" I called out knowing there was only one other person in the house at the time.
"Not me!" came the reply from Mark's room.
"Somebody scribbled on it with a red pen circling May 23 and wrote Mark's B'day on it!"
"Oh that. Yeah, that may have been me."
I walked into Mark's room as he was gluing a gun emplacement on an X-Wing Fighter in the attack position. He didn't look up as he was holding the part in place with tweezers while the glue dried. "So are you looking forward to turning 13?"
"Yeah, kinda. Do you know what else happens on May 23? The Empire Strikes Back opens at the Grand in Fort Worth!"
"And I suppose you want to go?"
"Well, yeah. Me and every other Star Wars fan."
"And is there anyone else going with us?"
"Frankie, if it's all right with you?"
"I'm assuming Frankie will be sleeping over that weekend, which night do you want to go?"
"Of course he is. The movie opens Friday, but Saturday, would be fine. Let the crazies go first."
"So what do you want for your birthday?"
"The Millennium Falcon."
"Exactly where would you park it? I guess the empty field across the street would hold it."
"Not the real one, a model. There's one, a 1:43 scale, that's about 3 feet long I want to hang it from the ceiling over the fish tank in the corner."
"That would look nice. What else you want?"
He got real quiet and spoke softly, "There's a couple things. One either will or won't happen and the second thing can only happen if the first thing happens."
"Well that's not a lot of help. Can you give me a hint?"
"Nope." He curtly replied. "There is this really cool poster of when the Falcon jumps to light speed. It's from inside the cockpit looking out the front.
"And I need a swimsuit, unless you expect me to swim naked. Which of course, is ok by me.
"And I'd still like to go camping at that nudist place you told us about."
"All on your birthday weekend?"
"No, but sometime soon, maybe in June, before it gets too hot."
"You don't need a swimsuit there."
"I'll tell them you said I don't need a suit when Frankie and I go to the city pool. Tell you what, put a pool in the back yard and you don't need to buy me a suit!"
"Well if you think of anything I might have control over, write it down for me."
I was just about out the door when I heard him say, "A vibrator."
"A what?" I asked thinking I had not heard him correctly.
"A vibrator. One of those things that goes in your butt and makes you have an orgasm.
"May I ask where you heard about those?"
"Frankie and I found a magazine, but they want a check or money order. All I have is cash."
"Have you even spent any of the allowance I've been giving you?"
"Only a couple of dollars so far on sodas and $4 on a model."
"You're doing well if that's all you've spent.
"I suspect I'll spend more this summer, not being in school and all."
As his birthday got closer, I found notes attached to the calendar of things that he could use or wanted for his birthday, but nothing major. A few days before I asked him if he would like to have a birthday party, invite his friends over, or go out for pizza. He told me no, that just a nice dinner with Frankie and me was all he wanted.
When I went in to wake him with his regular blowjob on Friday morning, I also wished him a Happy Birthday. He seemed extra happy today. Can't blame him I guess, it's not every day that a boy turns 13.
After lunch, my desk phone speaker came to life. "Mr. Jeffries, Judge Wilson on line 1 for you."
"Hello Frank how's it going?"
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May 23, 1980
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"Allen, I already called the school, I'm having them send Mark home to change into something nice. You need to meet him there, change into a suit, and bring him down to the courthouse, second floor, Room 214 by 3:30. There is an issue with Mark's adoption. We need to resolve it today. When you get there, wait in the hallway and my clerk will come get you when we're ready."
I panicked, my mind raced a thousand mile an hour trying to figure out what might have gone wrong, I came up with a million possibilities.
I drove like a lunatic rolling through stop signs like I was from California. I pulled up and saw Mark's bicycle was already by the garage. For Mark's benefit, I took a moment and calmed myself. No sense in my attitude affecting Mark as well. I walked to the front door and Mark had left it open for me. He was sitting in the living room, in his best slacks, polished shoes, a colored button-up shirt and matching slip-on tie. He looked nice. As calm as I could, I told him to give me a couple minutes and we could be on our way. "Do you know what's going on Papa? The school just told me to come home and change to go to court."
"No, I have no idea." It was a lie; I figured someone had reported me for something. But if that was the reason why court?
I put on the only suit I owned, which looked good on me, and we headed for downtown Waco. We parked right out front of the courthouse. We went inside and up the stairs, taking a seat on a wooden bench outside Room 214. The sign above the door read Family Court – Judge Frank Wilson. We were ten minutes early.
Time slowed to a crawl, 3:30 passed and became 3:45. I could hear voices, but not the words that were being spoken. Then it got quiet. The heavy mahogany door swung open and a mild mannered almost frail-looking woman emerged. "The Judge is ready for you now." Mark and I entered the courtroom, which was full of people.
Judge Wilson commanded our attention, "Mr. Jeffries, Mark, please come down front and stand behind the center table." Mark and I walked slowly towards the table. I glanced around and saw that everyone in the gallery was smiling, wait a minute, I recognize these people, they are the committee members, parents, and even the Scouts of Troop 12. What were they doing here? We arrived at the table. The clerk stood. "Mr. Jeffries, Mark Williams, please raise your right hand. Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?"
"I do," we both answered.
Judge Wilson took control of the proceedings, "Mr. Jeffries, do you affirm that you understand that an adoption is a permanent, lifelong commitment."
I raised my hand again and stated, "I do."
"Allen, you don't need to raise your hand anymore." Frank said.
Judge Wilson continued, "And that you are totally and completely responsible for the child from this day forward."
"I do."
"Mark, do you affirm your desire for this adoption to proceed?"
"I do."
"Do you wish to be known from this day forward as Mark Jeffries?"
"With all my heart, yes!"
"Last chance Mark, do you want to change any part of your name?"
"Can I change my middle name, sir?"
"To what would you like to change it?"
"I would like to be known as Mark Allen Jeffries."
"Mr. Jeffries, any objection to the change?"
"No your honor," I said beaming with pride.
"So noted, name on the birth certificate will be Mark Allen Jeffries.
"Will the witness come forward? State your name and position."
"Marjorie Patton your honor, I am an adoption caseworker in the department of Social Services in and for McLennan County, in the great state of Texas."
"Ms. Patton, as caseworker, is there any adverse reasons that this adoption should not go forward?" Judge Wilson asked.
"No sir, none what so ever, everything we have discovered in our investigation indicates the adopting parent is an outstanding member of society and the community. He was even recently awarded a certificate of Outstanding Service to the youth of McLennan County for his service as Scoutmaster of Troop 12."
"Yeah, Mr. Jeffries!" came a youthful voice from the gallery, and a chorus of giggles followed.
Judge Wilson waited for the disturbance to pass. "Then it is with great pleasure that I sign this Decree of Adoption to finalize the adoption of Mark Allen Jeffries, by Mr. Allen Jeffries. Oh, and Mark, Happy 13th Birthday!"
There were thunderous applause throughout the room, everyone was standing and crowding around Mark and I to congratulate us.
From the bench Frank's voice boomed out above the din of noise, "I believe there is a party across the street. Let's reconvene over there." The gallery exited first and went down the stairs then lined the sidewalk leading out to the street. Everyone threw confetti at us as we walked as if Mark and I had just married. My Suburban had been decorated with signs, `Just Adopted' and `New Family On Board'. They even tied strings of cans out behind the Suburban.
The restaurant had closed for our special occasion on a Friday night our group filled it. More troop members and parents that couldn't be there earlier arrived at the restaurant as soon as they could. Even some of my office staff was there. Roy was there too. The judge met him and I introduced Roy as a motorcycle-riding friend.
"Oh, is that your big Harley out front?"
"Yes sir it is." He beamed proudly.
"Thank you for being Allen's friend. They shook hand and the judge moved on."
Roy looked at me. "What the hell was that?"
"I think he just figured out you are the one who helped Russ decide to leave Mark alone."
"How would he know that? You didn't tell him did you?"
"Oh hell no. His mom wrote me a letter that he has a copy of, that mentions my motorcycle friends ruined everything."
The party went on for several hours. During a quiet moment, I hugged Mark and asked, "Did you get the birthday present you wanted?"
"Yeah, Dad. This is the first part."
"Then what's the other part."
"I'll ask you later."
As time passed more and more of the families departed to go home to their own lives, finally it was down to just Mark and I and Frank, his wife Kerri, and Frankie and Staci. I asked the manager about the bill and he said it had been taken care of.
We got up and prepared to leave, I hugged Frank, "Thank you Frank, I can't tell you how happy I am right now."
Frankie was going home with us and the three of us climbed in the Suburban. Frankie and Mark in the back seat together took off their clothes before I could notice or object, I think if I had noticed, I wouldn't have objected. They waited in the back seat for me to open the front door and sprinted across the front yard naked. All I did was smile as they did it.
I went to my room and removed my suit returning it to my closet for who knows how many more months before I would need it again. I tossed my underclothes in the hamper.
The boys had gotten into the ice cream and were preparing sundaes, "would you like one too daddy?"
"No thanks, I've had enough to eat tonight to last me a week. You didn't seem all that surprised today Mark, did you know this was going to happen?"
"Umm, not exactly."
"Come on, spill it, the whole truth."
"Ok the weekend you signed all the adoption papers, I talked with Mr. Wilson, I asked if it could be finalized on my birthday, and he told me he would do everything in his power to make that happen. And I learned a very valuable lesson."
"Ok, what lesson?"
"That it pays to have friends in high places."
The boys took over the couch turning on the TV, so I sat in my chair. I could see some funny business going on. I smelled a conspiracy being hatched. I just didn't know exactly what.
The attack came about 10 minutes later. Frankie said, "Uh-oh, Tio, I spilled some ice cream on me. Could you help me clean it up?" Knowing something was up I played along. I got up and walked over in front of Frankie. He had spooned melted chocolate ice cream all over his dick.
"Hum, that looks serious." I took his bowl from him then grabbed his legs pulling him off my new couch onto the floor. I raised his legs and said, "It appears to have run down between your legs as well, this calls for some serious cleaning action." I laid on the floor with my face directly above his dick, I lifted his legs and started licking on his perineum, then licked the underside of his scrotum. I sucked each of his balls in my mouth cleaning each one before turning to its counterpart. I made sure to get the inside of his thighs behind each of his little balls. I dropped his legs and started at the base of his dick, I licked all around his base before moving up his shaft. He was already in the heat of an oncoming orgasm when I pulled his glans into my mouth, his orgasm came on like a freight train and his hips thrust wildly up at my face, I just kept my lips firmly in place around his penis awaiting my reward for cleaning him up. My reward arrived in three squirts of newly-sperming boy cream.
I love chocolate ice cream, and I love little boy cream. The mixture of the chocolate and the little boy cream was my new favorite flavor. As I got up from in front of Frankie, I heard, "Oops, I've made a mess too," come from Mark. He had not only spilled a couple tablespoons on his dick, but he's spread it around with the back of his spoon covering the tops of his legs all the way up to his belly button.
I scooped him up and carried him towards my bedroom. "I guess I'll have to put you in the shower, you've made such a mess."
Mark squealed, "No! You need to clean me the same way you did Frankie!" Which was my intention in the first place. I unceremoniously dumped Mark in the middle of the bed and crawled up over him. Frankie climbed up on the edge to watch his friend get his tongue washing. I started on Mark's leg furthest from Frankie and looked over at him.
"You want to help me out Frankie?" He moved over to Mark's other leg and started licking. When we just about had his legs clean, I told Frankie to climb up over Mark's head and start at his belly button working down. I pushed up Mark's legs and licked under and all around his scrotum. I let his legs back down and Frankie and I met at Mark's pole.
We continued licking both sides of Mark's penis, removing the chocolate cream and elevating Mark's arousal higher and higher.
Mark wasn't going to last very long and thrust upward; Frankie took him in his mouth and suckled his friend. I could tell Frankie too was moments away from an orgasm so I reached under him and milked his dick like a cow. He cummed, squirting his goo on Mark's face. Mark orgasmed in Frankie's mouth.
Frankie rolled off and laid on his back next to Mark, both were breathing heavy. I couldn't pass up those little deposits from Frankie and I leaned down and sucked them up off Mark's face.
I sat there siting on my knees looking down at them and they laid there looking back up for a minute while they recovered. I wondered what they planned to do next.
"Daddy, now that you're officially my dad. . ."
"Yes, what is it son?"
"For the past few months you and I and Frankie have enjoyed lots of sex. The very most special time was the time I made love to you."
"Yes, I remember that was very special."
"Remember I told you about two things I wanted for my birthday?" I nodded. "Well I got the first part today and tonight, while it's still my birthday, I want the second part."
"What do you want son? If it is within my power, it's yours."
"Tonight, I want. . ." he took a deep breath, "I want you to put your penis inside me, and I want you to make love to me."
"Oh my beautiful, sweet boy, you cannot imagine how much I would love to do that for you. I have been saving myself for you. I've been waiting for you to be ready for me."
"Judge Wilson said that legally and for all intents and purposes, you are my father now. So I'm allowed to call you that now. So Father, I've been saving myself for you, I wish we had met when I was just an egg, that it was your sperm that entered me that night. Tonight I want your sperm to enter me, make me your son forever, make us a family."
With that, Mark raised his legs, offering himself to me. I reached for my lubricant. "Not too much Father, I want to really feel you in me." I used just a small dab on Mark's hole and a small amount on my glans. I moved closer and pushed his legs a little higher; I positioned myself in his center and slowly pressed forward. I looked down on his face. He had closed his eyes as peaceful contentment enveloped him. The lubricated parts of us slid past each other and I was in him. The next 5 inches were shear exhilaration and passion as I worked my way into my boy.
All the way in him, I leaned to kiss his lips. A million years of evolution demanded I do something. My penis began moving in and out of my son.
I was aware that Frankie was by our sides and I was happy that he was with us. He is like family and it is only right that he is here to experience this with us.
I have never had intercourse before, I'd only bottomed that one time, and I expected I would orgasm quickly, but my climax stayed at bay for several minutes, finally I realized that my body was ready to complete this mission. I knew I could change things up and draw it out but that didn't seem right. My semen NEEDED to enter him, right now.
I heard that mechanical voice again, but this time it sounded like me. "Son, I love you, I am giving you my fluids containing the essence of who we are." Moments later, I thrust my hips forward driving myself in him as far as the tip of my dick could reach. I heard my voice said, "YOU WILL BE MY SON!" But my ears did not hear them it was only my mind.
My semen poured forth, not in spurts or squirts or ropes, or even dribbles, it flowed in a constant stream. It was as if a tap had been opened. I saw Mark's own penis spew out on his belly and still my semen flowed.
My orgasm was unlike any other I've ever experienced, it did not follow the normal muscular contractions as the semen is expelled, these contractions were more like a spasm or a seizure, where the muscles rapidly contract. It racked my body at a constant rate, the pleasure quickly turned to pain as my semen drained from me. The pain turned to agony, "OH, GOD! Aaaaaahhhhhh!" my voice screamed.
I collapsed on top of Mark but my fluids did not stop, nor did the orgasm, the fluids continued in a slow, steady, constant flow. The orgasm continued, my testicles ached, and I could feel the individual internal organs of my reproduction system as they were in overdrive producing this, this, whatever this was.
Lying on Mark, I could feel specific areas of intense internal pain, my prostate, and the seminal vesicles as they spammed expelling their fluids. There was a location of pain that I did not recognize. Later I realized it could only have been the bulbourethral gland. Also in the area of the perineum, the bulbospongiosus muscle was contracting as if I was being electrically stimulated.
It wouldn't stop!
I looked down at Mark's face. His eyes were closed, his face at peace. He did not attempt to move, as if he has passed out.
His eyes were darting about under his closed lids, then his head began to shake, his arms and legs twitched and wriggled about. I moved to lift myself off Mark's prone body.
There was a deep voice in my head commanding me: `Stay where you are, continue the transfer of fluids, he needs your essence to become of you.' My semen continued flowing into him. My penis had slid out slightly when I collapsed, and I pushed myself in deeper. My secretions eventually slowed to a dribble as the reserves in my body were depleted, and thankfully, the orgasm faded, leaving only a dull ache in the various organs. I leaned forward to kiss my beautiful boy and all my strength and my consciousness drained from my body.
"Allen? Tio?" I could feel my shoulder being shaken. "Mr. Jeffries, please wake up." Frankie was crying in giant sobs. "Please wake up."
I awoke, but it felt like my bones had turned to jelly. I was still lying on top of and inside Mark, his legs splayed out at an obscene angle. I struggled to raise myself up off him and support myself on my elbows. "Mark? Mark? Are you ok?" His hands were covering his face. I put my hand on top of Mark's on one cheek.
"It hurts Father."
"What is it? How did I hurt you?"
"It's my face, it hurts everywhere, my eyes, my nose, my cheeks, and my chin, they all hurt. My penis hurts too. Make the pain stop."
"Let me see son." His cries gave me the strength I needed to respond. I peeled away his fingers from his eyes. "Open your eyes for me." He opened his eyes and looked up at me. Where minutes ago, his eyes were brown, now, the irises of his eyes actively swirled with the color of brown and a lighter, almost yellow color. The swirling slowed and settled into hazel, the color of my eyes. I pulled his hands away from his face; his cute little dimples in his cheeks were gone. His nose was fuller, more round. His chin was more pronounced and he now had a cleft in the middle. All facial features common to my face as well.
I sat back on my heels; he reached down and grabbed the head of his penis. "Show me where it hurts Mark."
He held it up for Frankie and me to see. "It's the whole end Daddy, it just throbs."
Frankie and I could both see why, his glans, which had been a perfectly symmetrical round cap, now resembled a Roman gladiator's helmet, just like mine.
I lifted his legs so I could slowly remove my now flaccid dick from him. I pulled my penis from his hole holding a towel under him to catch the flow, but there was nothing, not a drop came out. Where could it have gone? Had I imagined it all, I briefly wondered?
I put my penis up next to his. "Look, yours is now the same as mine." We looked identical, both with helmet shaped glans, his, now a 4" version of my 6".
"How the hell does a boy's physical features just change," I asked no one in particular.
"You know, it happened again."
"What happened Frankie?"
"The spirt, it moved. This time it went from you into Mark."
"When did it move?"
"It happened slowly just like last time, he moved across to Mark and he disappeared just as you said MY SON."
"When did I say that? I don't remember saying anything."
"You did, just like Mark did the last time. You said `Son, I love you, I am giving you my fluids containing the essence of who we are.' Then you yelled `YOU WILL BE MY SON!' you yelled really loud, I think it was just as you cummed."
I was confused, I had no memory of saying those things, but I remember hearing them.
I had Frankie run to the kitchen and bring back a towel and ice for Mark's face. I applied the compress to his face and felt him relax. After a few minutes I asked, "Mark, how do you feel? Any better?"
"Yeah, it doesn't hurt as much; it's just a little sore."
"Do you want a Tylenol for the pain?"
"No, it doesn't hurt that much, but it did for a while."
I looked at my alarm clock on the nightstand it was 11:55 p.m. Mark's birthday was almost over. Where did 2 hours go? "Frankie, were we unconscious very long?"
"Mark wasn't moving longer than you. You didn't move for maybe 10 minutes, I almost called my Daddy, but you finally woke up. You really scared me."
"I'm sorry Frankie; I didn't mean to scare you."
"I'm ok now."
I had Mark move over some so I could lay between the boys. I pull each closer, nestled into my sides with my arms around them, and we slept.
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I woke up Saturday morning, "Sorry guys I gotta pee." I went to the toilet. They had to go too and didn't want to wait, they both went in the shower and peed on the floor. They flushed by turning on the spray. It had been almost 12 hours since we had last been vertical. We stopped at the bathroom mirror.
"Dad, lean down next to me please," Mark asked.
I leaned over putting my face next to Mark's. The resemblance was remarkable. I hadn't noticed last night, but his eyes were now the same shape as mine as well as the same color. The nose matched, the chin matched, there was no question that Mark was my son. And overnight there was another change, his hair was no longer brown, it was lighter, more of a dirty blond.
I looked all over him again, his glans was definitely different, and I had him run to his room to measure his penis length. He came back with a full pointing-at-the-ceiling erection, "It's only 4" now. It was 4½ last week, I'm sure I measured it the same way." I checked his scrotum and I did not detect any changes. His cute little butt was still cute. I tried one more thing. As we walked back into the bedroom, I picked up a rolled up pair of socks and tossed them softly to Mark's left side, yesterday he would have caught them in his left hand, today he caught it with his right hand. I'm right-handed. Mark was left-handed, yesterday.
"When do you want to open your birthday presents, you're already a day late? Or should I put them away for next year?" Mark and Frankie ran for Mark's room knowing there were a couple presents in there. He opened the larger of the two boxes. It was another Star Wars model for his collection, the AT-AT Imperial Walker. I was listening from the other room when he opened the other package, his shriek could be heard anywhere in the house. Maybe even next-door, good thing she's old and can't hear well.
They came running into the room, Mark near tackled me, "Thank you for the Imperial Walker Daddy, it's great! And for the uh, well you know."
"You mean for the dildo or do you prefer to call it a vibrator?"
"Ok fine, thank you for the dildo. Do we have any C-cell batteries?"
"Oh you mean it needs batteries."
"Dad, you know it does, how would it vibrate without them?"
I laughed at him and pointed to a drawer in the kitchen. Top drawer, left side, it takes two right.
"Right Dad."
He grabbed two batteries and headed for the couch.
"Get a cum towel first," I admonished.
"Frankie, get a towel while I put the batteries in and bring my lube!" Mark called.
He inserted the batteries and turned the knob at the bottom, I heard it come to life in his hands. "Oh my God!" he exclaimed. "That was on low!" I could see many more hours of fun in the tubular appliance's future. Note to self: buy more C-cell batteries.
"Put some lube on the tip. Not too much. Ok that's plenty." I coached. "You go first Frankie, get on all fours." Frankie assumed the doggy style position.
"Hey Dad, where's the prostate again?" Mark asked.
"Wait a minute I want to get under him." I laid on my back and scooted under Frankie till I was looking up at his little dick.
Ok, just get it in him first, about an inch.
"OK."
"Now raise the base so it points down at his penis. I couldn't see much from my current vantage point. Then when you're ready, push it in gently till it stops. Frankie you should feel something real pleasant when he hits your prostate."
I heard Frankie inhale sharply, "Oh!"
"That's it, you're there."
"Ok, now what?"
"Turn it on."
I heard it start buzzing and instantaneously Frankie started shaking and wiggling his butt around. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Oh holy shit, that feels so good. Oh my God, oh God damn, umh, umh, umh, oh, oh oh, aaaaaaahhhhh," he screamed as his semen sought its escape from the devious tool. It took all of about 23 seconds for Frankie to cum from the vibrating imitation penis. And I got four little squirts of Frankie cum. I believe this was the first time I ever heard Frankie curse.
Next was the birthday boy's turn. They traded places after putting a little more lube on the rounded end. Mark kneeled over my head. Frankie pushed it in then tipped up the end and push downward. Mark took the same sudden breath when it poked his prostate. Frankie turned it on low and it was like electricity coursing through Mark. "That feels so good. . . That really, really good. . . That's fucking awesome! . ." Then "Oh. . . oh. . . oh. . . oh. . . oh. . . oh. . . oh. . . " was all he could say.
He lasted a little longer, about 30 seconds and I could see his body tensing up for his release. I latched on to his dick with my lips and I got another five shots of Mark cum on my tongue, and the buzzing stopped again.
"Ok, Dad, your turn."
I was excited to try it, yet scared I would lose control and use profanity in front of the boys, after all, I was the adult in the room, someone needs to set the example. That ridiculousness of that thought made me laugh; I was worried about uttering a profanity while naked, in front of two naked children on my hands and knees while they are stuffing a vibrating dildo in my ass.
"Who wants to be the operator and who wants my semen?"
They talked it over and Mark got my semen and Frankie got to be the operator.
I got down and Mark crawled under me from between my arms, so I was looking down on his dick, which was slowly re-inflating after its previous use. Frankie was adding more lube and I reminded him it would have to go in a little deeper for me. I leaned down and kissed the tip of Mark's penis, speeding up the inflation process. I spread my legs so that I lowered my dick so Mark could hold it with his lips instead of trying to capture it in flight.
"Ok, here it comes." Frankie warned. I felt him push it straight in. Then he rotated its position by lifting the base then pressed it downward in the direction it was pointed. For all three of us, this was our first time with an artificial dick that had special talents.
When he hit my prostate, I too sucked some air in surprise. He turned it to low and the vibrations hit me. "Oh, that's nice. I like that." It seemed that every breath I took was heavier and longer than the last. He turned it to medium and I couldn't hold my hips still. He turned it on high and a scream left my lips as my dick vibrated and semen shot out. Only one weak squirt and I was dry. My muscles continued to try to expel something but there was just nothing to expel. Last night must have completely drained my reproduction system. Thankfully, Frankie turned off the beast that had crawled in my rectum.
When I recovered, "What do you want for breakfast, anything special?" I noticed the kitchen clock, "Let me rephrase that, what do you want for brunch? You're only getting two meals today, this one, and one before the movie. Maybe you'll have some popcorn during the movie and some ice cream after the movie."
Mark and Frankie looked at each other with a gleam in their eyes. "Did you say ice cream?"
"Oh, no you don't. Don't even think of going there again."
I cooked us up a great breakfast, Mark had requested waffles, so waffles it was, with whipped cream, smashed up strawberries, pecan pieces, and real maple syrup, not that cheap Mrs. Butterworth's imitation stuff, thick sliced bacon, and sausage patties.
While we were eating, Mark caught me just staring at him. "What?" he said, "did I dribble maple syrup on my chest?"
"No, it's ok, it's nothing,"
"What was it?"
"I was just enjoying looking at my son."
"Oh please, you're not gonna get all sappy on us, and like cry or something."
"No don't worry, I wasn't going to cry. Are you going to open the rest of your presents after breakfast?"
"There's more?"
"There's a few more, you just have to look around. But not till you're done eating."
Both Mark and Frankie quickly finished and went in search of more presents. They would find one, tear it open, shriek and I'd get a hug and a thank you daddy. I even got a `thank you Tio,' when Frankie found one with his name one it, they got matching Scout knives.
It took them about two hours to find all the boxes I had hidden, all but one was found. They finally asked for a hint. "Have you looked in your closet?"
"I did see something at the back, but I can't get to it."
"It just behind a couple bags."
"I know, but I can't reach it."
"Just move the bags," I suggested.
"I CAN'T," he screamed, and descended into tears.
I got on my knees if from of him. "Help me out here Mark, why can't you move the bags"
Tears welled up in his eyes. I can't touch them."
"Why can't you touch them?"
"Russ! He bought me one of those models after every birthday party he took me to. I don't even LIKE car models. He forced me to put them together."
The tears were flowing freely now and I could see it coming but was powerless to stop it, I picked him up and held him closely to my chest. Mark had a complete breakdown, bawling, crying convulsively. Loud sobs turned to wailing and then to screaming. His crying turned into a full-on tantrum with his legs kicking uncontrollably at nothing. All I could do was make sure he didn't kick anything that would hurt him.
Frankie looked on in horror as he watched his best friend melt down. The louder Mark cried, the more Frankie cried with or for him. I walked around the living room and dining room holding him, rubbing his back, and kissing the side of his face. I believe Mark needed this it was his first real emotional outburst since his mother abandoned him. This was overdue. Mark was going limp in my arms and the kicking stopped, he was still sobbing, but no longer screaming or loudly wailing like earlier. I took him to his bed and laid him softly down resting his head on his pillow.
"Can I lay next to him?" Frankie pleaded.
"I think he would like that Frankie."
I had laid Mark on his side and Frankie climbed up and nestled in behind him draping an arm over his chest.
Speaking softly, I told Frankie, "Mark is hurting inside right now, when someone has a breakdown like this, they're usually tired afterwards. I think Mark will sleep for a while now. You can stay here with him for a while till he's asleep then come out to the living room so we can talk."
Frankie came to the living room maybe 20 minutes later. "He's making sleeping noises like the middle of the night. He's in a deep sleep."
He came up to me and stood just a few inches away. I reached out and pulled him up onto my lap and in a tight embrace. "Thank you Frankie, you're a good friend to have stayed with him when he needed you.
"Do you know what he was talking about when he said Russ bought him one car model every time he attended a birthday party?"
"No, not any more than what he just said."
"It's not for me to tell you, maybe he will tell you someday, then again maybe not. Just know that every birthday party he attended is a very bad memory for him."
"He told me something about his mom's boyfriend charged people to let them fuck him."
"Oh, so you do know. Yes, the boyfriend rented him out to kid's birthday parties to be fucked. When they got home, he gave him a car model and made him put them together. But I'm never going to let him be fucked again."
"But didn't you and I fuck him?"
"Absolutely not. There's a big difference Frankie, between having a stranger fuck you against your will, and allowing a friend have sex with you, or having your father make love to you. While physically it is the same thing, emotionally two of those are good, the other is very, very bad.
"You know, I let him do it to me first, but when I asked if I could do that to him, at first he said no, that he was saving himself for you." Frankie told me.
"Yes, I know, just as I was saving my penis for him, till he was ready for me, which happened last night."
"Last night was so beautiful, I cried while I watched. I'm so glad I was here for it, and I got to see the spirit again, that was neat too."
"I'm glad you were here both times Frankie, neither of us could see the spirit, only you could. If you hadn't been here, we wouldn't have known."
"I don't think that's true Tio, I think he would have made you aware some other way."
"Did you talk to the spirit?"
"Not like we're talking, saying words out loud, but I could understand it, you know? As it moved toward Mark, it held out its hand and I reached up. His hand passed through mine and he told me I was a good friend. I could feel that he wanted me to know that, inside my head."
"You're a very special boy Frankie. When Mark wakes up, he should feel fine. What do you think if we put him in the back seat and let him sleep all the way to the restaurant where you wake him up and we'll eat then go to the movie and have ice cream and when we get home, then he can open his last present."
"I think he'd like that. I don't think he wants to miss the movie or the ice cream."
"Ok, you and I will get dressed. We'll put Mark in the back seat and you sit up front with me. When we get close, you can wake him and he can get dressed."
"Ok."
Frankie and I put on the clothes we planned to wear, and I found a small bag and packed Mark's clothes and shoes. I sent Frankie ahead to open both back doors and picked him up off the bed. Teenagers can sleep through just about anything and slept through the whole process of moving him. As I laid him on his back, Frankie picked up his feet so he could lay flat on the seat.
We took off for our evening. More than an hour later, I told Frankie to wake up our sleeping passenger. He dove over the top of the bench seat into the back and sat on the edge of the seat. "Can I wake him the special way?"
I tipped my review mirror down so I could watch the `special way'. "Yeah Frankie, go ahead."
Frankie leaned over him a started sucking his dick. Mark came awake with a moan. "Damn Frankie, you really know how to suck my dick. Ooh, ooh, Frankie I'm gonna cum, ooh, aaaaaaahhhhhh," as he released into Frankie's mouth.
After some recovery breathing, Mark asked, "How long have I been asleep, Dad?"
"About two hours. How do you feel? We're about 20 minutes from the restaurant."
"I feel great dad." Then there was whispering I couldn't make out, then the distinct sound of a zipper being zipped, or in this case being unzipped. There was some moving about in the back seat by both of them, then in my mirror I watched as Mark kneeled over Frankie and sucked his dick, returning the favor. We pulled up to a stoplight and I had to tell Mark to lower his butt. There was a car right next to us and the kid was looking straight at Mark's ass with his mouth open. I thought to myself, `that'll give the kid something to jack off to tonight.' Pulling away from the light, Mark went back to work in earnest and finished off Frankie.
"There's a bag on the floor with your clothes for tonight. When we get to the restaurant, first stop will be the bathroom and you can wash you face and both of you can comb your hair!"
Mark replied, "Thanks Dad, love you."
"I love you too, son,"
Frankie pulled his pants back up and tucked his shirt in as best he could. Mark had to put on everything including his underwear, socks, and shoes all while in the back seat. He did finish up just as we arrived at the restaurant. We went in and I told the host my name and explained we were going to the men's room first.
Mark washed his face with just water, and I had them straighten their shirts, and re-tuck them in to their pants, then comb their hair. They both looked nice dressed up, but secretly, I fantasized having dinner with them in the restaurant completely naked.
The host led the way to our table with Mark following along behind. When she got close she stepped aside revealing to Mark our table that was decorated with a sign reading, "It's A Birthday Party!" I hoped that sign wouldn't stir up those memories of his past birthday parties again, resulting in another meltdown.
Mark was back to being his 13-year-old self and was beaming with excitement that all this was for him. He told us this was the first time he'd gone out to any restaurant for his birthday. Frankie reminded him that it wasn't really his birthday, and I reminded him of the restaurant yesterday after the adoption ceremony.
Mark countered that the Adoption party didn't count as a birthday party, it just happened to be on his birthday. I wasn't going to argue with that, no one sang the birthday song that night.
She asked if we knew what drinks we wanted and the boys ordered Cokes, I held off. Mark received his menu first, then Frankie and last was me. Their drinks arrived along with water for me and Mark drank most of his Coke immediately. The waitress returned with two more Cokes. She came back a couple minutes later and I ordered the Crispy Calamari and a Hot Crab Artichoke Dip with Tortilla chips appetizers. We continued looking at the menu and I had to explain several of the items. This was a steak and seafood restaurant but had a little of everything to try to please everyone.
I got two upturned noses when I explained that escargot was snails cooked in garlic butter.
Our appetizers arrived but we were not ready to order.
Finally, Frankie asked, "Can I just get the fried ¼ chicken?"
"Frankie you can get whatever you want, but you also have to decide what sides dishes you want."
Mark said, "I really like fish, but I don't know what any of these are. Do they have Fish and Chips?"
"No, but they have some very good fish here, would you like me to pick one for you?
"Yes please."
I looked over the seafood selections and pointed out the Pecan Crusted Halibut to Mark. "Order this one you'll like it. But you still need to select your side dishes as well."
Our server reappeared with two more Cokes and asked if we were ready. I nodded.
"Ok, what would our birthday boy like?"
"I'll have the Pecan Crusted Halibut. What is the difference between French fries and steak fries?"
"Little square fries or big fat slices of potatoes."
"I'll have the French fries. Dad, do I like broccoli?"
"Yeah you've had it at home."
He paused then, "I'll have the macaroni and cheese."
She and I just smiled.
She turned her attention to Frankie, "And for the other young gentleman?"
"I want the ¼ Chicken, French Fries and the mac and cheese."
She turned towards me, "And for the other, not so young gentleman?"
"I can't make up my mind; so I'll have the surf and turf with a filet mignon, medium rare with shrimp, scallops, and crab."
"Oh very good choice sir. Would you like the crab in the shell or in a Creamy Crab Enchilada?"
"Oh, the enchilada please."
"And have you decided on a beverage?"
"Which of your wines goes with my order?"
"I'll have to check with our sommelier sir, would you like him to come over?"
"No, just bring a glass of whatever he suggests."
She gathered up our menus leaving us to our appetizers.
"I'd slow down on those Coke's or you'll have to get up to pee during the movie."
Mark was very impressed with the restaurant never having been in anywhere close to it.
But eventually their attention was drawn to their placemats, which were a birthday scene and the crayons in a holder in the center of the table.
They were both soon busy coloring and I noticed Mark was again using his right hand. Holding the crayon as a right-handed person would, not with the over the top style he used when working left handed on his homework.
She brought my glass of wine and a basket of hot breads with butter. "The sommelier said if you didn't like this with your dinner, it was on the house."
"Wow, he's very sure of his choices."
"He's been with us ten years sir. I've never known him to be wrong."
She came back a few minutes later with two of those silly little pointed party hats, putting one on Mark and one on Frankie. It really looked cute and they totally felt silly, but wore them throughout dinner.
Our appetizers were consumed, and the plates disappeared and just like that, our dinners arrived.
Mine was a sumptuous feast. The wine paired perfectly with both the steak and the seafood. I was going to have to pay for the wine after all. Mark loved his Halibut and Frankie seriously enjoyed his fried chicken, but I think he may have been just as happy at KFC. In fact, KFC carries the same side dishes.
When the plates were cleared away, the host and four servers surrounded our table. They presented Mark with a cupcake, topped with a candle and two scoops of ice cream on either side. They sang a rendition of a birthday song I'd never heard before and our server kissed him on the cheek. She then kissed Frankie's cheek for being such a good friend.
"Best birthday dinner ever, Daddy. Thank you."
"Thank you for agreeing to let me adopt you. None of this would have been possible without it. And thank you Frankie for coming along, helping celebrate his special day and for just being Mark's best friend." If I had learned nothing else in 5 years as a Scoutmaster, I did learn that young boys need and want to be appreciated. A little praise goes a long way. Mark and I are going to get through this and we'll both be better on the other side!
It was nearly time to go to the theater so I sent the boys to pee off some of that Coke. I talked with the server about the extras they do for birthdays, the signs, the little hats, and the special song. She explained that the hats were originally just for little kids, but they had discovered that the older kids enjoyed the treatment more so than the little ones. The older kids wore their hats all night, as mine did, the little children, 5 minutes at most, before they removed the hats.
"Thank you again for a lovely evening."
This was the most expensive meal for three I've ever paid for, but totally worth it.
The movie was as expected. It was STAR WARS. With all the action from the Imperial Walkers, Mark couldn't wait to work on his new model.
After the movie, we went to a little ice cream shop that served Blue Bell. The best Texas ice cream ever. The boys each had double banana splits. Two whole bananas, split length wise, 6 scoops of ice cream and up to six different toppings, plus whipped cream, nuts, sprinkles, and six maraschino cherries. I may never get any sleep tonight with all that sugar coursing through their veins. I just had the regular size.
We got home after midnight and no one was ready for bed but we were again naked in our home.
"Would you like to open your last present?"
"Dad? I. . . "
"You don't have to Mark, Frankie would you go get the box out of the back of Mark's closet."
Frankie carried the large box onto the living room.
"It's the Millennium Falcon!"
He tore off the wrapping staring at the picture on the front. "Thank you Daddy. How did you find one?"
He was right to ask, it took my office staff probably 20 hours of phone calls to find it, and it cost me double the retail price. "You need to thank my office staff they found it. I even called Harrison Ford and he couldn't help."
"No you didn't, he wouldn't have time to talk to someone looking for a birthday gift."
"Hey you may not realize it, but I'm a pretty important person," I said jokingly. "Actually, I did talk to him; he's a real person just like you or me. He couldn't help me, but he did send this card to you." I handed him what looked like a regular birthday card simply addressed: To Mark. He opened it and removed a birthday card you could get at the grocery store, but inside was written:
Mark, Happy 13th Birthday. Sorry, I couldn't even let your dad borrow the Millennium Falcon. We have already started shooting the next Star Wars movie and we need it at the resistance base. I hear you are going to the opening of The Empire Strikes Back, hope you enjoy it. May the force be with you. – Han Solo (aka Harrison Ford)
"Holy Shit! Han Solo sent ME a birthday card! Look at this!" He handed it back and I read the note too, and showed Frankie.
"What's aka mean, and how did you get it Dad?"
"aka means `also known as' so Han Solo is also known as Harrison Ford, but really it's the other way around. It came in this envelope." It was a large 11 x 14" padded envelope sent to my office with a return address of Lucasfilm, 100 Universal City Plaza, Universal City, California 91608. It contained a dozen promotional stills of The Empire Strikes Back, every one of them personalized: To Mark, Happy 13th Birthday – Harrison Ford. The last thing in the envelope was a VHS tape of The Empire Strikes Back it was signed too.
"This is the best Birthday ever, thank you, Daddy. Can we watch the tape he sent us?"
"But you just saw it tonight. Why don't you watch the original Star War and watch for how they fit together."
"Ok that sounds fun." To me that sounded just like the perfect way to put them to sleep.
We put the tape on and everyone settled in. Text began scrolling up from the bottom of the screen. The boys were asleep within minutes, and I carried them to bed.
Sunday morning Mark came into my room alone and crawled up on the bed and laid halfway on my chest. "I'm ready to talk."
"Ok, what do you want to talk about?"
"The bags in my closet."
"Good. I understand how upsetting the models are considering how you acquired them. What about the rest of the stuff?"
"I just wish I could forget everything about my life before I came to live with you. It wasn't a good time."
"Weren't there some parts that were nice? Like when it was just you and your mom?"
"Maybe when I was a lot younger, but the past several years weren't too good. All the stuff in those bags reminds me of those years."
"What do you want to do with them?"
"I can't even bring myself to touch them."
"Then what would you like me to do with them?"
"Can we just throw them away?"
"Well we could, but what if there's something in there you should keep? I don't really remember everything we put in those bags, but I do remember there being some pictures. You might want them some day when you're older.
"Tell you what, Mark. I'll go through the bags. I'll make one pile of things I feel you'll never care to see, like the cars, and a second pile things I think you might want to see some day, I'll put each pile in a box, and we'll put them in the garage. In ten years, we'll decide what to do with the boxes. If there's something you want before that, I can go out and find it for you."
"You're the best dad a guy could ever have."
"Where's your friend this morning?"
"I told him I wanted to talk to you alone."
"Oh, ok. So is that it? Do we have a plan?"
"We have a plan, but there is one more thing."
"What's that son?"
"You know how we were both saving ourselves for each other?"
"Yeah."
"Well now we've shared those special moments and it was very special Friday night when you made me your son. But now I want to release you from feeling that you need to keep yourself just for me. I'd like you to be able to make love to someone like Frankie, or have sex with someone like Roger." I thought it interesting that he made the distinction between love and sex.
I kissed his forehead, "Thank you Mark, I was kinda feeling the same way. Your spirit entering me gave me a special bond with you, and then when I entered you I knew our joining was complete. Heck, look at you, you even look like me now. I think when we ordered pizza again; I think Roger and I could have a good time. He's a nice kid and has a really nice ass."
"Frankie has a really nice ass too and um, well," Mark stammered.
"Come on what is it?"
"Well Frankie has been wanting to ask you if you would make love to him, in the way his father would, but can't because of his size."
"You have sex with him all the time, don't you?"
"Yeah, a bunch of times. And he had sex with Roger once too. But he wants his dad to make love to him, but they talked about it, and Mr. Wilson told him to ask you. He's just a little afraid to ask. He loves you too dad, not as much as his dad, but he does love you."
"Well, if Frankie asks, I won't refuse him."
"So if he came in here in a few minutes, you'd be ok with that?"
"Yes, you can tell him to come see me."
"HEY FRANKIE, COME ON IN!"
Isn't it wonderful that little boys are always so delicate and graceful?
A very excited Frankie came running into the room and jumped on the bed, and crawled over to my open side.
"Are you going to make love to me, Tio?"
"Is that what you want?"
"More than anything."
"You know it could hurt?"
"I don't think so, I just took Mark's dildo out, and that doesn't hurt at all.
"So is your back door all lubed up, or do we need some more?"
"I'll put some on you, but I'm ready!"
He reached over to where he knew I kept my lubricant, squeezed out a small amount, and spread it around. He flopped on to his back and pulled his legs up. "Can we do it this way, at least the first time? I want to see your face."
"I wouldn't have you any other way."
I pushed his legs further back raising his butt higher so I could reach his hole. I centered myself and pressed forward. His face had a look of surprise and he sucked in a little air. "You ok Frankie?"
"I'm great, I just didn't expect it to feel so much better than the dildo."
"There's nothing like the real thing boys," I said as I slipped further in him.
Frankie exclaimed, "Fuck, I'm cumming," before I had even fully entered him. I'm sure it had more to do with the dildo than with me. Mark moved his head in and I made enough room for him to get to Frankie's dick. He clamped his lips on it just in time to receive four pulses of immature semen. He let go but didn't back away more than a few inches. I was slowly pumping my dick in and out of his anus now, making him moan with each motion in either direction. Frankie didn't announce his second offering but I could feel his butt tighten and I warned Mark. Mark sucked him in and again accepted his fluids.
"Can I kiss you please, Tio?" Frankie pleaded.
Mark moved out of the way and I leaned down and pressed my lips to his and I felt his tongue immediately work its way into my mouth. He was very passionate, in his own inexperienced young-boy way. With practice, he would be a good kisser someday. He hummed his pleasure against my lips, making this even more pleasurable.
I was starting to; as the young kids put it, get my tickles. That's what it feels like, at least for me at the earliest stages of an orgasm, just a little tickle deep inside you. But the feeling quickly moves past the tickling stage and an urgency takes over. I was now forcefully pounding my pelvis into his beautiful rounded buttocks. I reminded myself that he's just a small boy and pounded a little less fiercely, I don't want this to be an uncomfortable experience for him.
The wave built up and pushed me past the point of no return, my sperm is waiting in my urethra for the rest of the ingredients that make up my semen, so that as a collective, it can be expelled into this cute young boy who I do love. Mark has taught me what true love is and he wants me to share it with his best friend whom he also loves. I shoved one last time up against his butt and held there. My first ejection, containing mostly sperm cells, deposited in him, triggering another orgasm for Frankie. A second pulse left me and my orgasm continued, but the ejaculation phase was done, there was no more semen to enter the warm confines of Frankie Wilson.
I know that Frank will want to hear how this went, not being able to participate with his own son, maybe I should have waited till we were together. I will have to remember the words that will convey the love between us at this moment. My orgasm is over; the wave has rushed past me leaving me feeling spent. In his position, nearly doubled over I know Frankie must be a little uncomfortable and may be having trouble taking a deep breath that he needs to help him recover from three orgasm of his own, so I slowly pulled out of him and allowed him to lower his legs. Now I can lay down partially covering him beneath me. His body is warm and the semen squishes between us, and it feels good against me. And I kiss him all over his face again. I put my arm over Mark and pulled him in tight into a three-way embrace, and we all relax.
"Thank you Tio," breaks the quiet. "I love you, and I love you too Mark."
Mark and I say at the same time, "I love you too Frankie."
"You two stay here, I'm going to shower." I disappeared into my bathroom and spent 15 minutes in my shower. When I came out, Frankie was now humping Mark's butt for the first time. How many times can that kid cum? I wondered to myself. I went out to make us breakfast burritos.
"We need to change your sheet, I kinda made a mess." Mark told me when they joined me in the kitchen.
"Did you wipe up with a towel at least?"
"Yes, but the sheet is still wet."
"That's ok, as long as it isn't going to soak any further into the bed."
They joined me for the burritos.
"I'm going to have your dad pick you up after lunch. Is that OK Frankie?"
"You don't need to do that; I can ride my bike home."
"Well I want to let him know about Friday night, and let him see the changes in Mark."
"Oh that'll be cool. He'll freak out."
"I looked over at Mark, "Is your hair getting lighter every night?"
"Yeah, neat huh. Much more and I'll be as light as you."
"You don't miss your brown hair?"
"Heck no, just that much less of the old me."
"I want to surprise Frank with your new look when he comes over. See what his reaction is."
"That will be fun. When he gets here, Frankie and I will hang back in my room and then join you once you get started. See what happens."
"Ok that sounds good."
"So right now, there are a few more things I want to get for your room. These aren't birthday presents, so you need to help pick them out. You guys go get dressed and we'll go shopping."
On my way to get dressed, I stopped at Mark's room, "Where do you throw your dirty clothes Mark?"
"Um, over there, in the corner, or under the counter in the bathroom."
"So if you could only have one place, where would it be?
"The corner, most of it ends up there. This is where I take my clothes off most often," he said standing next to his bed.
"Ok keep that place in your mind."
"What was that all about?" Frankie asked.
"Sometimes I don't bother asking. We'll see why later."
We all got in the Suburban and ended up at J.C. Penney's. We went to the bath products department. "Ok, now remember where you throw your clothes. Do any of these hampers fit your decor? You'll notice there are two basic types. Hampers with lids and those with an open top. To put something in one with a lid, you'll have to actually go over and lift the lid. The open top you can shoot from across the room and when you miss, walk over and try again." I tried my best to simulate San Antonio Spurs' George Gervin at the foul line.
"Keep your day job, dad, you missed."
"No I didn't it went right in! Swish, nothing but net!" Two pairs of eyes rolled.
"But you are right, I need the open top."
They had four or five choices and Mark and Frankie picked out one they liked.
"There's some other stuff I want to get for your bathroom while we're here."
"If it's ok with you, we'll be over in the toy department."
"Ok, but stay there till I come find you."
I finished getting stuff I knew he should have, stocking his bathroom mostly. I went through the Boy Scout Department and picked up a first aid kit, so he could at least find a band aid if I wasn't home, which will probably happen frequently this summer. Then I went in search of the Toy Department. One of the things I knew he was missing was keep-them-occupied type games; I mean `War' can be played only so many times before you get board of it. I found them in the water sports section. Mark asked if he could get some goggles for when they went swimming. "Toss them in the cart. What kind of games do you have over at your house Frankie?"
"Oh, normal stuff, Monopoly, Uno, Yahtzee, Chinese Checkers, and regular checkers. My sister has Operation, Candy Land, and Chutes and Ladders.
"Are there any games you two have wanted to play or learn?
"Yeah, Backgammon, Battleship, Racko and . . . well that's all I can think of at the moment."
"Go find those three and we'll get them for your room and get Monopoly for us too, that's always a fun game." There another step towards being a good parent.
We stopped at McDonalds for lunch, and then headed home. I called Frank as the boys took the new stuff to Mark's room and took off their clothes.
"Hey Frank. Would you mind coming over to pick up Frankie. We need to fill you in on another spiritual moment between Mark and I that Frankie witnessed, and I thought we could talk about it together."
"When do you want me to come?"
"We're home now and not planning to go anywhere, so come whenever you want."
Frank's truck pulled up in front of the house a half hour later I went and put clothes on.
I answered the door before he got to the porch and was surprised that he had brought his wife, Kerri, but here she was.
I welcomed them in and got drinks for everyone.
"I'm sorry I didn't warn you Kerri was coming with me, but she's aware of everything."
"I am so please to see the new dynamic between Frankie and his father. They are so much closer now and I'm seeing little intimate interactions that never happened before. I'm hoping this rubs off on Staci as well and can bring us all together as a close family."
"And Frank has told you about the mystical sexual event that happened between Mark and me?"
"Yes, Frankie told us everything he could remember about it and how wonderful a moment it was, even for him as an observer, he said it was special. Frank told me everything Allen, and I decided to take Staci away for the day so some of it could happen for Frank and Frankie. He realizes his penis will never fit in Frankie, and we both want Frankie to find out about that kind of love within our circle of friends and you couldn't be a more perfect choice."
"Well it's happened again, and we want to share it with you.
"Frankie must have some unique supernatural skill. He saw something I can only describe as mystical or even as spiritual that neither Mark nor I saw. While we felt the event, if Frankie hadn't seen it we never would have known about some aspects of the events. Let me get the boys out here and we can start. This may take a while to explain. Is Staci ok wherever she is?"
"Yes, she's at a friend's. We can take as long as you need."
"Hey Mark, Frankie? Would you join us in the living room please?"
As we had planned, Frankie joined us immediately. I wasn't sure what the boys were going to wear now that Kerri had come as well, but Frankie answered that as he ran into the room completely naked.
Neither of his parents reacted to his nakedness, "Hi Frankie, how was the movie?: Frankie gave each of his parents a hug and a kiss then sat in the armchair.
"Oh man, the dinner, and then the movie were great, you should have seen the restaurant! But the neatest thing all weekend was Friday night."
"Where's Mark?" I asked, knowing he wouldn't be out till later.
"Oh he'll be out in a minute."
"Ok, so let me start. After we got home from the adoption party Friday night, Mark asked me to make love to him and make us a family, and make us one."
"As I was making love to my boy. . ."
"Kerri, did Frank tell you about the voices we heard during our first union?" She nodded and I went back to my story. "So as I was making love to Mark, I think we heard that same voice again, but this time it sounded like me but had the same mechanical qualities. `Son, I love you, I am giving you my fluids containing the essence of who we are.' Nearly the same basic phrase Mark used when he made love to me. Moments later, Frankie what was it you heard?"
"You shouted `YOU WILL BE MY SON!'"
"But I don't remember saying any it. Frankie and I heard it in our heads. Then semen poured from me, all of it. Not in pulses, just one solid flow that lasted several minutes. Mark passed out, and he had some sort of a seizure on the bed. There was a command in my head. `Stay where you are, continue the transfer of fluids, he needs your essence to become of you.' Frankie did you hear that part too?"
"Yeah, but like you said, not out loud, just inside my head."
"I was still ejaculating in him. It finally slowed to a dribble. This was no ordinary ejaculation, every bit of seminal fluid in my body passed into Mark I had nothing left. I leaned forward to kiss my beautiful boy and that's all I remember. Next thing I know Frankie is shaking me, trying to wake me."
Frankie took over, "I was lying next to them, it was so beautiful, Mom, the spirit of Tio rose up and just like the other one, and it turned over. Before it passed over to Mark, it looked at me and held out its hand to me. I reached up, his hand passed through mine, it felt like electricity passed through me, and he told me I was a good friend, and then it merged into Mark. Then Tio fell on top of Mark. I started shaking his shoulder begging him to wake up, maybe for ten minutes or so. I kept saying `Mr. Jeffries, please wake up.'" Frankie began crying again as he retold his part of the story he was obviously overwhelmed by his part of our union. "Please wake up. I was about to call you dad when Tio finally woke up. Then Mark woke up a little later. But he was crying about how much it hurt."
We had arranged that Mark would come in the room at that moment. He had his hands to his face and walked into the room as naked as Frankie. "My eyes, my nose, my cheeks, and my chin all hurt. My whole face hurt. And my penis hurt too.
"I pulled his hand away and noticed differences." I offered. At that moment, Mark pulled his hands from his face.
Kerri shrieked. "Oh my God, let me see your face." She held his face in her hands noticing every difference. She kept looking at him and then back at me, then back at him. Frank was confused but like many men didn't see all the nuances, just realized that something was different. She finally pushed him back a step and began looking over his entire body. Her hand went directly to his penis and carefully took it in her hand. "Let me guess, this is just like you now too?
"His head is the exact same shape as mine. He used to have a mushroom head. His is now a 4" version of my 6" penis. And it's shorter now, it was 4 ½" long last week.
"Any other differences?"
"Yeah let me show you." I handed Mark a notebook and pen. "Mark, would you write: `the battle took place on the hills above Vicksburg' in this notebook. He took the pen in his right hand and wrote out the text, handing it back to me. Are you right or left handed?"
"Left handed, you know that." Frank and Kerri were stunned by what he said vs. what they just saw.
"You just wrote that with your right hand. Would you go get your homework from Social Science from last week?" He ran to his room and returned with his workbook. I laid the new text under the exact phrase he wrote as part of an assignment on the Civil War. They appeared to have been written by two different people.
"How. . . can this. . . be?" Kerri wondered aloud.
Frank exclaimed, "I got it, your hair is lighter!"
"You're right Frank, he had brown hair Friday in court, now, it's almost blond, every night it gets lighter, and it will probably be completely blond by tomorrow."
"Oh my God." Kerri softly said.
I pulled Mark up in my lap so our faces could be side by side. "What do you think? Could we pass for father and son?"
"Oh my God." Kerri softly said again.
"I just thought of something, I'll be right back." I went to my bedroom closet and pulled out an old box of photos. I quickly dug through the box for one specific photo, taken when I was about his age. I found it and returned to the living room, handing it to Kerri who shared it with Frank. "That was taken the first day of 8th grade, I was 13."
"Oh my God, you could be twins!" Kerri exclaimed. "And all this happened Friday night?"
That question didn't need an answer and there was silence as it sunk in.
"So what did you do the rest of the weekend?" Frank asked, restarting the conversation.
I brushed over Saturday quickly telling them Frankie could fill in the details. We opened and played with birthday presents, had breakfast, opened more presents, Mark took a nap, we drove to the restaurant and had a great time, saw The Empire Strikes Back, ate ice cream, came home went to bed.
There was one more significant thing we need to tell you about that happened Sunday morning."
"Can I tell them Tio," Frankie asked. I nodded for him to continue.
"I love you both very much and in the past couple weeks, Daddy we've become closer than ever before. Especially after we . . . we had that special time together at home." Kerri, holding Frank's hand, looked knowingly at Frank. "But you know what I wanted. You said I should ask Allen, but I had to wait till after he and Mark had their special time. So this morning, I asked him to make love to me, like I knew you would, but can't. He agreed and he made love to me, but the whole time, all I could see in my mind was you Daddy, you were the one inside me. You were making love to me."
To see Frank and Frankie hugging and embracing while choking back tears made it all worthwhile. Frank doesn't cry, he's a judge, but he sat in my living room and cried embracing his son.
"There is one other thing that the boys want to do. Have they mentioned wanting to go camping, at a nudist resort?"
"Frankie did mention something about them camping naked. I thought he meant in the back yard," Kerri said.
"Well I was the one who brought it up, and since then, I've been looking into places where we could go. And when I say we, I mean all of us, even Staci," I said.
"Well that's an interesting thought," Kerri replied
"I thought we could try a nude beach first, you know, try it out, get used to it, see if we like it, see if the boys can handle it before we tried an overnight resort."
"You're so full of it Allen. You know the boys can handle it; it's to see if you and I could handle it," Frank said.
"I'm talking about taking Kerri and Staci along too. Naturism, or nudism, is a family lifestyle."
"Again, Staci is young and can handle it, she and Frankie have seen each other hundreds of times, having shared a bedroom for the past 11 years, and I'm pretty sure she saw both boys naked when she and her Mom got home from their day out."
Frankie spoke up, "She saw us several times, she kept sticking her head in the bedroom. She lifted her nightie once and didn't have any panties on. We could see everything."
Kerri looked at him and said, "You know she was just teasing, you actually saw very little.
"That's a pretty long drive out to the beach at the lake, just to see if we enjoy it. Our next-door neighbor has a pool and lets us use it whenever we ask. They flew out yesterday to visit their daughter in Oregon for the next two weeks. I can call them, she gave me the number, and we can have our own nudist weekend with all the nude swimming we want, we can barbecue naked, play volleyball naked, all in their secluded yard without the driving. You and Mark can stay in our living room the whole weekend. We can access their yard through where the fence is loose, we can just prop it open, and we can come and go as we please. If we like it, we can look into taking the next step of a weekend at a resort and be around other people. But I ain't camping in no damn tent."
"Don't worry, the place I found has cabins, travel trailers, and a few mobile homes people can rent for the weekend. We can make it as comfortable as we want.
Frank suggested, "Honey, why don't you call them right now, I'm sure they will have no problem with us using the pool while they're away."
Kerri dug the number out of her purse and went to the kitchen to make the call. She came back several minutes later with a big smile.
"I told her everything, even why we wanted it. They're thrilled that they might be getting nudist neighbors. She said that was the reason the yard was so secluded, they swim naked all the time. She even told me to use the set of keys she gave me and use as much of the house as we need. The barbecue, hot tub, kitchen, family room, living room, even the guest rooms, everything but the master bedroom."
"Well that pretty much settles what we're doing next weekend." I added.
"You know it's getting late, let me put some burgers on and we'll whip up a couple side dishes and you can stay for dinner."
"Sounds great!"
Over burgers and baked beans and a salad, I brought up another subject, "Oh, there is one other teeny, tiny little thing I would like to ask you. Now that I have a son, I'm supposed to be a responsible father, so I started writing a will. Frank? Kerri? Would you mind if I name you, as guardians for Mark if anything should happen to me?"
Frank started chuckling. "I don't know Allen; I'm having a problem imagining you as a responsible father!"
"Thanks Frank, I appreciate the support."
"Yes, of course Allen, you can list us as guardians. Thank you for the confidence." Kerri said overriding Frank.
The rest of the evening, we planned the next weekend. We were seriously going to try to stay nude from the moment we arrive Friday, till Sunday night to try to get the full effect of a nudist lifestyle. Frank and I and our two 1st Class Scouts planned it like a campout, meal plans with a shopping list; snacks and drinks; a list of games we might want; everything to keep us happy and occupied at `camp'.
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May 30 – June 1, 1980
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Frank and I split the list of supplies that each would acquire or bring to the weekend.
Kerri had the hardest task; getting just turned 11-year-old Staci to go along with our plan. While she and Frankie had seen each other naked `hundreds of times' those were just the daily moments of a brother and sister growing up while sharing a bedroom. Being seen sitting on a toilet, walking in on Frankie masturbating on his bed, catching Staci posing naked in front of the mirror when she thought Frankie wasn't home, seeing each other in the shower, having to share the bathroom. These were innocent momentary passing events of life.
This weekend would be different, taking her clothes off on purpose in front of not only Frankie, but also Mark, her Dad, and me, and staying naked the whole weekend. There was a lot of promises that she would get used to it, and no one was going to stare at her, but nothing was working till Kerri gave in and told Staci that she could opt out by using the `clothing optional' clause that most nudist resorts allow. She could choose one swimsuit and wear that all weekend. It would be like her skin. But, she was warned, everyone else was going to be naked.
Mark admitted to me that he was a little worried. He said he was getting hard-ons, less and less often around just Frankie and me, but he worried what would happen in front of Staci and her mom, would he pop boners all day? They were girls! I tried to assure that he might at first, but would quickly get used to them. I told him the boners wouldn't stop but would become less frequent.
Thursday night at the troop meeting, Frankie and Mark may have accidently mentioned something about a nudist weekend to a couple of their patrol members and may have, kinda, sorta invited them to swim naked with us on Saturday. By the end of the meeting, three boys wanted to come over and swim with us on Saturday. All had outgoing personalities and were not afraid of letting the whole troop see themselves naked at the pool showers at summer camp. Last year, the older boy, Robert who was now 16 and the troop's Senior Patrol Leader, was up on one of the benches stroking his penis after our swim check the first day at camp as I walked into the shower house.
Frank caught Frankie and told him he heard we were inviting other kids. But if they were going to come, their parents needed to talk with him before they came over. That scared off one of their patrol members, he didn't want his parents knowing he wanted to swim naked, but Jeff, the Armadillo Patrol Leader who was 14 and Robert, 17 both went out after the meeting asking their parents to talk with Mr. Wilson about a swim party Saturday.
Both parents came in and talked with Mr. Wilson. They were told that yes, everyone would be naked the whole weekend, except maybe Staci, and we would be following etiquette of regular nudist resorts. Those rules had been listed on a promotional flyer I requested from Sun Ranch.
Friday afternoon was exciting. I took off early and after school Mark helped me load all our stuff into the back of the Suburban in preparation of our agreed upon 5:00 p.m. arrival. We got to the house next door to Frankie's house and beeped the horn. Frank and Frankie opened the side gate and helped us unload the groceries and all the other stuff we brought for the weekend. The groceries and sodas went right to the kitchen and into the fridge. Everything was ready to go, all we needed to do was to get naked. After Mr. Wilson arrived, we met in the living room and had an awkward moment figuring out how to proceed. I suggested each family should go to one of the guest rooms to get undress, and we'll meet in the back yard.
"Yeah, ok, that sounds good."
Mark and I were first into the back yard. A couple minutes the Wilson family filed out the kitchen door, naked Frankie lead the way with his 3 ½" not hard, but not limp either, penis sticking out, then Staci who was wearing her tight one-piece swimsuit with little flowers all over it, then Kerri, followed by Frank with his giant penis. My eyes were drawn to Mrs. Wilson, she was beautiful. I've seen a few naked women before, but she had beautiful, full breasts, her waist was smaller but not skinny and she had a little extra bulge around her waist (I had to explain to Mark later that they were called love handles). From her tummy everything just flowed down into a "V" shape where at the bottom between her legs were a couple of puffy lips with a little ragged skin protruding from between them.
As they arrived on the patio, Mark and I stood to meet them. We stood in two lines about eight feet apart. Looking, but trying not to look. Mark couldn't help it as he stared at Kerri. Staci was staring at my penis and it started to enlarge.
Kerri finally broke the silence, "Well, whattaya think?"
As you know, I've been around Frankie lots of times, I've seen Frank at summer camp and, Staci wasn't naked, that left only Mrs. Wilson who I've never seen before. Mark beat me to it. "Mrs. Wilson, you're beautiful!" he said, accentuating the word beautiful.
She took a few steps in front of him and squatted down. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him to her breast. "Thank you Mark, you're quite handsome too, and you can call me Kerri, Mrs. Wilson is way too formal for the way we're dressed."
She stood next to Mark, her hip against him and asked if anyone wanted something to drink, or if we wanted to go swimming?
Mark looked over at Frankie, he was now staring at his mother's pussy, and he was almost boned up completely. Mark grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the pool. "We're going swimming." They ran to the pool and jumped in and swam to the other side. "Man Frankie, you were getting a boner looking at your mom!" I heard Mark say.
"I know, I couldn't help it. I can't ever remember seeing her naked before. She told me once that I was breast fed as a baby, but I don't remember it. I don't even remember seeing Staci being breast fed."
"You were too young. You can't remember stuff from when you were two or three."
"You ready to go get something to drink?"
"Yeah, I'm ok now, it's gone down."
They pulled themselves out of the pool up onto the apron and stood up for everyone to see. No one was looking, not even Staci. They walked back to the patio where the towels were, and dried off just the excess water so they could go to the fridge to get a couple drinks. "Anyone else want something from the fridge?" one asked.
Staci asked for a Sprite and I asked for a Lone Star. They got their sodas and Mark picked up Staci's Sprite and Frankie got my beer. They walked back out and Mark walked right up beside where Staci was lying next to her mom. His dick was right at her eye level. Staci looked directly at Mark's dick as he handed her the drink. He leaned down and whispered something in her ear, she turned red and said, "Thanks."
Frankie delivered my beer and they went back to the pool steps so they could sit in the water.
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Frankie asked, "What did you say to Staci? Whatever it was, you sure embarrassed her."
"I told her she supposed to look at a person in the eyes, not the pelvis, and if she wanted to see my dick, all she had to do was ask."
Couple minutes later, Staci came to the pool with her can of Sprite. "Can I sit on the steps with you guys?" Frankie and I split apart so she could sit between us. "I'm sorry I was staring. Mom and Dad told me the nudist rules about not staring at other people, but you guys have such cute dicks."
"All guys have cute dicks," Frankie offered.
"Not all boys, Dad's isn't cute, it's a monster, "Staci replied.
"Boy, you're right there. Had you seen Dad's dick before today?" Frankie asked.
"Yeah, earlier this week, they wanted me to see it so I wouldn't be too surprised tonight. He let me touch it and it got bigger and stuck out some.
"Mark? Did you mean what you said to me earlier?"
"About what? I asked"
"That if I wanted to see it, all I had to do was ask?"
"Yeah, I meant it. You want to see it."
"I do."
"Well you can, but not while you're wearing that swimsuit." Staci frowned. "Why are you wearing it anyway? It isn't hiding much. As tight as it is, we can see just about everything, even where it's pulled in between your pussy lips. That's what called a camel toe, by the way. You know, your body is just a beautiful as your mother's."
"Really? You think so."
"From everything we can see, yes, you have a really cute body. While your breasts haven't developed yet, you have the same body shape, from your tummy, you taper down in the same "V" shape to your pussy. Your pussy is tighter than your mom's but she's had two babies. That tends to stretch things out. Your butt is cuter than hers too." I could see by the look on her face she was thinking hard about something. I bet she was thinking about going nude like the rest of us. Frankie and I set our cans on the side of the pool and started a game of water basketball. Staci sat there for a few minutes and disappeared. I warned Frankie not to react if Staci reappeared naked.
I was up 12 points to 8 when Staci reappeared through the kitchen door. She came out to the pool and asked, "Can I play?"
"Ok, that game is over. We'll start another game."
Frankie and I got out of the pool to start the game over with shots from around the pool deck. I looked over at Staci and said, "I was right, you're really beautiful too." This time she blushed and her hand went to her pussy and she swiped a finger up between her lips. We played basketball a while and poor Staci, apparently basketball is not her game, she didn't make one basket. Frankie and I both missed points on purpose hoping to keep her in the game, but we couldn't do it. Finally, Frankie won 8 to 4 to 0. We went to the kitchen for some snacks and back to the pool steps to sit down.
We were planning a late pizza dinner and a movie. "Hey guys! We're going inside to order the pizza. We'll let you know when it arrives." Little did we know they went just inside far enough that we couldn't see them watching us through the window.
Staci looked at the empty patio and said, "They're gone, can I touch it?"
"Touch what, Staci. You have to tell me exactly what you want to do."
"Can I touch your penis now? Please?"
I took my towel and laid it in the grass and I laid on my back on top of it. Staci got down next to me. As soon as she touched it, it started to harden. "Why is it doing that?" she asked. "My dad's did the same thing." She pulled her hand away and watched it stand up straight then flop over pointing at my belly button.
"You touched it and made it feel good. That's how a penis responds when someone else plays with it. It's called an erection."
Frankie sat down on my other side and showed her how to hold a penis. "Here, now you try it."
Staci held it in her hand. She squeezed it. "It's just like dad's penis, just smaller. It's so hard, and yet it's soft and silky to touch.
"Go ahead and rub up and down on it. I know you've seen me do it. I've seen you watching me," Frankie said.
Her hand gripped my shaft and she stroked up and down. It immediately felt good, really good, I hadn't cum since dad woke me up for school. My hips were thrusting up to meet her downward strokes.
"I'm gonna cum!"
A couple more strokes and thrusts and I shot into the air with it landing on my belly. The look of surprise on Staci's face told me she'd never made Frankie cum before. I laid there as my breathing slowed and my last dribble ran down over her hand still holding my dick. "If you want, you can taste it by licking your fingers."
"What is this stuff?" she asked.
"It's what a man shoots into a woman to make a baby. It's called semen."
She let go and slowly raised her hand to her face, looking at the fluid slowly running along her fingers. She tentatively touched her tongue to the fluid, then took a good lick, then licked the rest from her fingers. Frankie leaned over me and licked up a couple globs on my belly. Staci just played around with what was left. I got up and ran to the pool, diving in. I swam all the way to the other end under water cleaning the last of the cum from my belly.
Frankie and Staci joined me in the water till Frank called us in for dinner.
We had a buffet of two kinds of pizzas and some chicken wings with dipping sauce and carrot and celery strips, we sat around the kitchen table, but before we sat down dad made sure we all laid our towels on the chairs first. He reminded us again that we needed to use our towels any time we sat on any furniture, especially inside the house, but that also included the lounge chairs outside. If we ever wanted to be invited back, we couldn't leave skid marks on the cushions. Well I know that I haven't left a skid mark since dad showed me how to prevent those.
As we got up from dinner, Kerri asked Staci to help with cleanup. I volunteered to help too. Cleanup was simple and Kerri quickly started asking Staci questions.
"Did you enjoy touching Mark's penis dear?"
My face started turning red.
"Yeah, it was cool. It was sooo hard, but it was soft and silky too. It's just like Daddy's, just smaller."
"What do you think about when he ejaculated?"
"You mean when he shot his stuff in the air?"
"Yeah, that. Do you know what it is?"
"Mark said it was his seman and it is what a man shoots into a woman to make a baby."
"It's semen, Staci, you almost had it right," I corrected.
"That's right Mark, thank you. Staci why don't you go join your father in the living room? Mark and I will finish up in here." Staci left, leaving me alone with Kerri. She went to her chair at the table and sat down. "Mark, may I talk with you please."
I walked over in front of her and she took one of my hands in each of her hands and pulled me so close that she had to spread her legs so I could stand between her knees. "That was a very nice introduction you gave Staci to a boy's penis this evening. How did it all start? And don't worry you're not in any trouble. I'm just trying to figure out where Staci is going with all this."
"She asked if she could touch it and I made her tell me exactly what she wanted to touch. So she asked me if she could touch my penis."
"Your father has told Frank and I a lot about your former way of life and how sexually active you have been."
"Yes ma'am, but that's all in the past. Now it's just me and dad and me and Frankie."
"I know. I think you and Frankie have a very special love for each other. We know you and he have sex and if we didn't believe you loved each other, we wouldn't allow it continue. In all your sexual activity, have you ever had sex with a girl for her first time?"
"I believe so. This girl's dad told me she was a virgin and he wanted me to get her ready so the other boys could take a turn. But he warned me that I needed to be very gentle and caring with her for her first time. So I took my time and did lots of foreplay, I played with her clitoris hoping to get her ready, but we used lubricant `cause she wasn't slippery at all. And after a while, I slipped my penis in her vagina and I found the barrier. I pressed against it and she helped by pulling me in and I popped through. She didn't cry or anything and she had me finish in her. She was really sweet; I hated to see her dad let all those other guys take turns." Retelling this story made me completely hard, standing right there in front of Kerri but she didn't seem to notice.
"Do you know how old she was?"
"I'm pretty sure she had just turned 10."
"Oh my Lord, that poor girl! Well you are absolutely correct about being with a virgin. You have to be soft and gently, caring and patient. Do you know why I'm asking you all this?"
"Maybe. But I'm not entirely sure."
"Staci is 11 now and as you saw tonight her interest in sex is awakening. She is going to want to try different things, experiment like you and Frankie do, and eventually I'm sure she'll want to have intercourse with a boy. If it's not with her brother, I would hope it will be with you. I would hate to have just any boy take her virginity. I would like it to be someone special to her. Are you ok experimenting with her and answering her questions about sex?"
"If I know the answer, yes, I can tell her."
"Your dad says you know more than most boys in the troop already. So answer if you can, or refer her to your dad, or her dad, or myself, whoever happens to be around. If she does ever ask you to have intercourse with her, I ask that you put her off till I've had a chance to talk with her about it. So you'll have to tell me when she asks. Will you do that for me honey? A girl losing her virginity is a very big deal.
I nodded and she looked down and saw my erection.
"I'm so sorry our conversation got you aroused. Are you ok going in the room like that, or would you prefer to take care of it?"
"I better take care of it, I may . . ."
She turned me so I could sit against her leg, she grabbed a napkin off the table, wrapped it around my penis and began masturbating me right there at the kitchen table. I was pretty horny and didn't last long with her expert-level technique. She held the end of the napkin closed just as I squirted four shots into the disposable cloth. She ran a finger up my urethra milking out the last on my semen. "There you go honey, get yourself a glass of water and you'll be fine.
We cleaned up the last remains of dinner and walked together into the living room with no evidence of my erection.
"So," my dad said, "I thought we could all watch a movie tonight. This one came out three years ago. I'm sure we've all seen it. It's the original Star Wars, A New Hope. But bear with me; this is a lead-in to an extra special movie tomorrow night that will make it obvious why we needed to watch this one tonight."
We all got comfortable and settled in to watch the adventure that happened a long, long time ago.
About halfway through, "Can you pause the movie, I have to pee." Staci cried as she ran to the nearest bathroom. Others took advantage of the opportunity and peed as well.
And since the movie was paused, Kerri went to the kitchen, popped bowls of popcorn, and put homemade chocolate chip cookies on a plate. Fifteen minutes later movie resumed.
When Staci finished her popcorn, she got up for a cookie. She sat back down on the couch where I was laying. "Come on, you can lay next to me," I told her. She wiggled around enough that my dick responded and poked her right in the middle of her butt crack. I felt her butt cheeks clench around my dick a couple times. But that's a far as it went.
The movie ended at 11:15; it was time for bed. Kerri and Frank took one room. Dad suggested the kids take the room with two queen beds, and he would take the small room with the day bed that served as the sewing room. "Dad," I said, "why don't you sleep with us and we won't have to clean a third bedroom?" I made a good argument, so I got to sleep with my dad and Frankie slept with Staci. Well, at least part of the night.
Sometime after we went to bed, and before the sun came up, I felt someone crawling into bed with Dad and me. I scooted over, like I always do when I'm in bed with Dad and Frankie joins us.
Sometime later, I awoke from a dream that was just getting sexy good. It was light now so it was after 6:30, but as far as I was concerned, still too early to get up. I had an erection and there was a hand holding my dick. But I really had to pee, bad. I crawled out over the from next to me and realized it was Staci, I stumbled on into the bathroom. It had been Staci's hand that I felt holding me. I crawled into bed next to Staci and fell back asleep.
The next time I woke was when dad got up. He went to the bathroom, and I could hear the shower come on. I considered joining him, but didn't want to interrupt the hand that was again caressing my dick. I was as hard as the previous time when I had to pee, but that wasn't the issue now. I was about to cum. I pulled my towel under the sheet and covered my middle, including Staci's hand. A few strokes later I thrusted my hips upwards and let out a satisfying aaaaaaaahhhh as my semen flew out, only to be stuck to the underside of a terrycloth hand towel.
I rolled over towards Staci and reached behind her head. I pulled her face to mine and planted my lips firmly on hers. I prodded with my tongue till she remembered she needed to open her mouth slightly. Frankie was awake now, and crawled into the spot on the bed dad had vacated. He watched us kissing a while and asked, "Can I try that with you, Staci?"
She pulled away and turned towards her brother. He leaned in planting his lips on hers. His hand went to her cheek and caressed her face as they kissed passionately. I scooted down the bed taking the sheet with me exposing all three of us. I pushed Staci's legs apart and laid between them with my face right in her pussy. I pushed just the tip of my tongue between her lips then licked up to her mound. I pushed my tongue back down to the top of her lips then dove in between them seeking her clitoris. I could only feel the slightest little bump in there as I ran the tip of my tongue around it. That seemed to be what Staci wanted and she pushed her pelvis up to my face for more.
"Are you going to be joining us for breakfast, or are you getting enough to eat there?" my father asked.
I pulled my tongue out and turned to my dad. "Very funny dad, can an 11-year-old-girl have an orgasm?"
"I don't really know, never having dealt with young girls. But if they're anything like boys, I would say yes. Boys have dry orgasms that young, so I guess girls could too. And just like boys, they'll probably be different as they get older. I would suggest you ask Kerri that question."
"Ask Kerri what?" came Kerri's voice from the hallway. She stopped in the doorway and looked in on the activity going on in the bed.
"I was just wondering if Staci was old enough to have an orgasm."
"Well most girls don't learn how to enjoy their bodies at that age, and don't have orgasms till much later. But with enough time and patience, I suppose she could learn how. It's a little more complicated for a girl, than it is for a boy."
"Is everyone ok with pancakes and bacon for breakfast this morning?"
"I love pancakes and bacon!" I said as she walked away towards the kitchen.
"Me too," Frankie added.
"With chocolate chips please!" Staci called out.
My dad followed Kerri to the kitchen.
I thought the mood was broken but when I looked back towards Frankie and Staci, she was holding his dick in a reverse grip and Frankie was humping her hand.
"Staci, so he doesn't make a mess on the sheets, just before he cums, take him into your mouth and let him shoot his semen there. You know what it tastes like already, so you can just swallow it." I got up allowing Staci to get to her knees, she switched her grip around and continued stroking. When Frankie announced he was about to cum, Staci bent over and covered his dick with her lips. With her butt so high in the air, I reached between her legs and rubbed between her pussy lips to her clitoris. Frankie shot off in Staci's mouth and just stayed where she was, letting me to continue to rub her. I think she would have stayed there all morning, but I stopped and suggested we all shower together so we could get to those chocolate chip pancakes.
We moved into the bathroom, I tossed my towel in the dirty clothes pile on the way and we crowded into the shower, we rubbed shampoo and soap all over each other, then rinsed off. Frankie was the only one who thought to bring a clean towel to the bathroom so we all dried off with just his.
We all trooped out to the kitchen for pancakes and bacon, with chocolate chips, of course. Our dads were already there enjoying their coffee. Breakfast was good and we went into the yard to set up the badminton net.
Right on time, there was a knock at the side gate. The gate wasn't locked but couldn't be opened from the outside. Staci ran to the gate yelling, "I'll get it." I think she forgot she was naked. It's easy to do after you've been naked awhile. She pulled the gate wide open and there stood our scout friends Jeff, almost 14 and Robert, 16 both wearing a t-shirt, shorts, and flip-flops. "Hi Jeff, where's Amy?"
"Uh, she's in the car."
Staci told the guys to go on in and dashed for the car. Amy and Jeff's dad waited for the naked little girl approaching them. Amy lowered her window, "Staci, you're naked!"
"Yeah, great isn't it? Aren't you staying too? Come on, I need a friend. We girls are outnumbered six to two."
Amy looked over at her mom pleading with her eyes. "Can I Mom, please? Staci's here. It'll be ok."
"But you don't even have a towel."
"That's ok we have lots of extra towels, Amy can use ours."
Her mom exchanged glances with her husbands. "It's ok for Jeff, it should be ok for Amy," he said.
"Ok, go on. We'll be back to pick you up after dinner," her dad relented.
"Thanks Mom, see you later."
The girls took off to the side gate together, but the spring-loaded hinges had closed and latched the gate and they had to knock to get in. Robert was closest and answered their knocking. He was now naked. He was already hard just from the anticipation of nude swimming was now faced with two 11-year-old girls, one of whom was naked and one who was removing her clothes and was down to just a pair of lace panties. Not having a sister, he'd never been in this situation before and he froze. Finally, he stepped back pulling the door open and the girls ran in, giggling about Robert's erection, and Amy hopping on one foot while trying to remove her panties as she walked. Dad saw Robert's predicament and walked over in front of him, shielding him from the others in the yard. "Is that going to go away, or do you need to help it along."
"I think I may need to help it along, Mr. Jeffries."
"There's a half-bath just inside the back door to the left. Go in there till you can rejoin us. Don't worry Robert, what's happening to you is very normal, don't be embarrassed. In the nudist environment, erections are common. Just carry a towel and cover it up when it happens again. Masturbation is the best way to keep yourself from getting unwanted erections. And please, call me Allen the rest of the weekend."
"Thank you sir, I mean, Allen." Robert picked up his towel and hurried to the toilet. He rejoined us several minutes later, now sporting a flaccid but still impressive penis and introduced himself to Frankie's parents so they would be on a first name basis.
With six kids now, we formed two 3-person teams for badminton. We played for the better part of an hour and decided the water was looking really good.
The old folks, seeing a game from their youth now available tried playing a little 2-on-1 with my dad being the one. They weren't very good and decided not to keep score. It was fun watching them trying to play with their dicks and boobs flopping around. They were acting like teenagers.
They finally stopped to make lunch, today menu called for hot dogs and hamburgers on the BBQ. They got everything out and Robert and I volunteered to cook the meat. We had brought aprons since we were cooking nude and there were too many things that could go wrong in that scenario. I really wish we could insert images, cause the picture my dad took of us cooking is classic. Dad has snuck up behind us and taken out picture. Technically, we weren't nude, our fronts were covered from our nipples to below our knees. But the photo doesn't show that side. We were standing side-by-side holding tongs and a spatula. Smoke was coming off the grill, swirling around us. You could see the neck strap as it goes over our necks, the sides begin to taper just above our waists where tie straps come around and are tied in a bow just above our butt cracks. Both of us have really nice butts with only the sides partially hidden. About half of each leg is visible between the tails of the aprons.
He took a second photo after he called to us to turnaround. We each turned at the waist towards him. We were smiling looking right at him, our shoulders partially open showing the front of the aprons and our cute buns sticking out the side in profile.
Lunch was a feast, hot dogs and hamburgers with all the accoutrements, Coleslaw, Potato Salad, Baked Beans, Potato Chips, Cheetos, Fritos, Sodas and Ice Tea, chocolate chip cookies and apples. Robert and I volunteered Frankie and Jeff to do clean-up.
When we finished lunch, Robert and I sat on the pool steps waiting for the guys helping with clean-up. Staci and Amy joined us. Staci asked Robert if she could sit in his lap and Amy asked me the same thing. I could tell something was up the way they were asking permission. They sat facing each other and Staci asked Robert if he thought she had a pretty body.
"Well of course you do. You look just like your mother," he said pleasing Staci to no end. Staci leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, then whispered, not so quietly, "Can I hold your penis?" Robert's face started to blush. He looked to me for help.
"She's done more than just hold mine," I offered. "It's up to you. She did ask nicely."
He stammered a bit, then, "Well, I, uh, I guess so."
Her hand plunged down into the water where his dick was resting on his thigh. She wrapped her fingers around it, it just laid there in her hand and flopped from side-to-side as she handled it. Staci looked into Amy's eyes then down at my dick.
Amy slowly asked, "Can I hold yours too?"
"Can you hold my what, Amy? You have to ask specifically."
"Can I hold your penis too?"
"Yes you may." Contrary to Robert's dick, mine became erect immediately, actually started to inflate before Amy's hand found it.
"Ooh, it's so soft on the outside. But at the same time, it's so hard!"
I looked over at Staci and her hand had started stroking Robert's shaft and it was starting to get plump, the head of his penis was just beginning to stick up out of the shallow water. "Maybe we should move down to the next step," Robert suggested to her.
He and I both scooted forward and dropped down to the next lower step.
"Staci, did you ask if you could that to Robert?"
"Robert, do you mind if I do this? Masturbate you?"
In a disinterested voice, Robert responded, "Yeah, sure go ahead."
"Mark, can I masturbate you too?" Amy asked.
"You may. Just watch what Staci does and do the same thing."
Amy's hand felt wonderful on my dick. My head soon rolled back and my mouth fell open. Each exhale was a moan of sheer pleasure. "Aah, aah, aah, Oh I'm gonna cum, aaaaaaaaahhh." I said with urgency, as my semen squirted out into the water, each, ejaculation forming a glob that slowly floated away and sank towards the bottom.
It took Staci several more minutes to get Robert to the point of release. He finally announced, "I'm gonna cum too," and five blasts of semen launched into the pool. Amy stared down into the water watching his globs follow along where mine had already disappeared, she was still stroking me, just keeping me hot and hard, but Robert was already going soft. My second orgasm arrived and I thrusted up, but not out of the water. Four more squirts also formed floating blobs and were pulled away by the ever-present current created by the pool filter system.
"Mark? Robert's semen is an off-white color and thick, like Elmer's glue, why is yours so much lighter and kinda kina watery?" Staci inquired.
Still breathing hard, I held up a finger asking for a little time. When I could breathe again, I replied, "My semen is not as mature as Robert's. I've only been making semen about 5 months. Robert's been making it, how long Robert?"
"Since I was 12, so four years. It starts out real watery, then gets thicker over the first year or two."
The girls, having their current curiosity satisfied, took off for the patio where Kerri was spreading out a 1000-piece puzzle on a card the table.
Robert looked at me confused, "Is everyone ok with what just happened?"
"Before I came to live with dad, I had a completely different life that included a lot of sexual activity before I even cared about sex. Dad and Mr. & Mrs. Wilson know all about my background and we had a talk where Mrs. Wilson told me it was ok to experiment and answer any question for Staci where I knew the correct information. So yeah, they're ok with what we're doing.
"So, like specifically asking to touch your dick?"
"Yeah, that's kinda the rules. If you want something done to you, or you want to do something to someone, you have to ask for that activity so both parties don't have any question about what's going to happen."
"So what has Staci done?" Robert asked.
"Well, she's masturbated me and Frankie and now you. When Frankie cummed she took it in her mouth and swallowed his semen. We've kiss some and I've tried eating her out a little, but Kerri says making a girl orgasm is hard. So I want to try some more. Kerri said some girls don't orgasm till they're adults, I want to do better for Staci."
"Man, what's with that massive dick on Mr. Wilson?"
"Yeah, I feel sorry for him actually." I replied
"Why would you feel sorry, I'd love to have a dick that big."
"No you wouldn't. No girl would ever let you have sex with her. Frankie can't do stuff with his dad like me and my dad do."
"You mean you and your dad mess around."
"Oh yeah, all the time, especially since he `became my father'. I give him a blowjob when he gets home from work, and he wakes me for school with a blowjob."
"You emphasized `became your father', you mean since he adopted you?"
"No, it's more than that.
"Compare me now to the adoption day. My hair and eyes were brown, I had dimples, my nose was thinner and pointier, my chin was less prominent, and I didn't have this little cleft in the middle. All my facial features now match my dad's face. All these changes happened after dad and I completed an exchange of our essence through sex.
"So could you imagine Mr. Wilson and Frankie trying anal sex?"
"You have sex with your dad Mark?"
"Yeah, anal sex was how we exchanged our essence and he became my father. I love him and he loves me with all our hearts and we can share that love because he doesn't have a dick like Frank's."
"I see what you mean."
"Frank had to give my dad permission to do things for Frankie that he couldn't do."
"You mean your dad and Frankie have had sex?"
"It only happened once, and to put it in Frankie's words, he asked my dad to make love to him. It was beautiful, and it was only possible because my dad doesn't have a giant penis."
Jeff and Frankie rejoined us after their kitchen clean-up chores were complete.
"So Jeff, how are you enjoying your first nudist get together?"
"This is wicked (wicked is Jeff's favorite description for something really cool)! I thought I'd end up walking around with a constant hard-on, but here I am talking about hard-ons and I don't have one." He looked down at himself. "Oh shit, I spoke too soon, there it goes. I'll be right back guys." Jeff took off for the house.
"Hey Jeff, just sit in the water, you can stroke it out and no one will see you," I called out to him. He came back to the pool and jumped in; he came over to the steps, but stayed on his knees in the shallow water facing the rest of us, his right hand rapidly pounding his dick. We all just sat there quietly watching until Jeff was enveloped by his orgasm. He gave a short guttural sound like he'd been stabbed as his semen squirted into the water. He stayed where he was, breathing heavily, and watching his globs form and float away while he recovered.
"Can you believe I just jerked-off in front of three of my best friends? So to answer your question, this is wicked! I will have to admit that this isn't my first time naked. My grandparents in Virginia are nudists and Amy and I spend a week or two with them every summer, so I've done this before. Just never with anyone except my grandparents. Last year, back at their house, right after I turned 13, I was horny the whole time, I must have jacked-off 100 times in the two weeks we were there."
"So did Amy ever help you . . . ?"
"Oh shit yeah, she good at it too. Ask her for a blowjob, she'll do you like you've never been done before!"
"A little while ago, she was playing little miss innocent and had Staci show her how to jerk a guy's dick."
"That's total bullshit. She's jacked me plenty of times."
"Did you guys do anything else?"
"Well, let's just say she doesn't have a hymen any more. But you didn't hear that from me!"
That afternoon we played a couple other games like Croquet and Freeze Tag, but mostly we swam in the pool and played on the Slip & Slide, or jerked-off in the pool.
Around 4:30, the adults disappeared into the house. I went in to see where they went. I got myself a soda and saw they were all working on dinner.
We were taking a break in the shade of the Elm tree. We spread out our towels and just laid there talking. Staci and Amy came over a sat down. I decided to have some fun with Amy.
"So Amy, are you having a good time here at our Nudist Experiment?"
"Oh yeah, this is great."
"Have you ever done anything like it before?"
"No, I've never been naked around a bunch of friends before." Based on what Jeff told us, this was probably a truthful answer although somewhat evasive by narrowing her answer with `bunch of friends' qualifier.
"So ever been naked this long before?" I noticed Jeff avoiding eye contact with Amy.
"Well maybe, just around the house." Ok, partially true. I'm sure Grandma's back yard is like this one.
"That was very nice, what you did for me after lunch. You were very good. Had you ever done that before?"
"Never in the pool before." Oh-oh, story is starting to slip, but again qualified by `in the pool'.
Staci asked, "Wait a minute Amy, you asked me how we could play with their dicks, but you knew how all along?"
"Well I didn't know how we could get them to play along. You knew them better."
"Amy, before you dig the hole you're in any deeper, maybe you need to come clean." Amy was looking straight at her brother.
"Oh ok. Me and Jeff visit our grandparents in Virginia every summer. They're nudists and we are too while we're there."
"Anything else Amy, like at home?"
"And Jeff and I mess around sometimes at home sometimes too."
I decided that was enough torture. "See Amy, that wasn't so hard."
"Me, Frankie and Staci have messed around with each other, I think we all might be interested in messing around with you three. How `bout it?"
"I'm horny, who wants it?" Robert asked.
"Ooh, I do," Frankie spoke up quickly. "Would you do me in the butt?" They picked up their towels and moved near the house, but out of direct view of the patio. Frankie found a spot and got on his hands and knees. Robert took a quick trip to the bathroom just inside the door and was back with his penis soaped up. He kneeled behind Frankie.
"Amy, do know how to give a blowjob?" I asked.
"I assume Jeff already told you I do. Do you know how to lick a pussy?"
"I tried a little of that this morning, but If you could teach me, I'd like to learn how to do it better."
That left Staci and Jeff. "I'm willing to try anything except intercourse. But I've only done masturbation so far," Staci offered.
"I thought you had Frankie's dick in your mouth?
"I did, but only to catch his sperm after I jerked him off."
"Ok, wanna try the next level, and give me a blowjob? I'll show you how?" Jeff offered.
Amy and I took out towels over by the side gate, again out of sight of the patio. I glanced over at Robert and Frankie. Robert was holding Frankie's hips giving the appearance that his dick was inside Frankie's ass, but they weren't fucking yet, probably letting Frankie get used to him.
Amy and I found a spot. "How would you like to do this? She asked.
"I don't really know, Amy, I want to learn how to make you orgasm. What position is best for you?"
She laid out her towel and laid on her back spreading her legs. "Can I borrow your towel as a pillow?" She asked. I rolled it up and she put it under her head. "Well, let's get going, lay between my legs, and let's see your technique."
I laid between her legs with my face in her pussy. "I don't know that I have a technique, but here goes." I worked my tongue between her puffy lips.
Staci decided she wanted to learn how to give a blowjob in the pool. Jeff kinda floated on his back but kept his arms under him on the steps. Staci supported his legs with her hands or her shoulders. She took his 4" dick in her mouth. He explained to Staci how to keep her teeth protected with her lips and where on the penis she should use her tongue. Staci is a quick learner and had soon had Jeff moaning in pleasure. He warned her about his semen that was about to squirt out, and she simply nodded her head as his load squirted into her mouth. But that didn't stop her. Jeff told her she could stop, but she said he was still hard and continued to suck on him.
Robert was thrusting his hips hard into Frankie's butt now. Each time pulling out till just the glans was in him, then jamming his whole 6" dick back inside. Frankie's prostate was being abused with each thrust and finally triggered his orgasm; firing his semen into the grass below him. He collapsed taking Robert down with him. Robert kept ramming him as he lay on the ground. When Robert finally cummed, we could hear him all over the back yard.
Amy let my tongue work on her vulva for a while then began making suggestions, little ones at first. She walked me through the whole process of eating her pussy, of what I should do with my tongue to make her feel better. I even got a few moans from her then she tensed up.
"Get into a 69 with me." I stopped and turned around on the towel now lying next to her. She rolled to her side and grabbed my balls, one in each hand. "Don't stop what you were doing!" she cried and I flicked her clitoris again with my tongue. She gently took my penis between her lips. I continued to lick her from her clit to her perineum, which was as far as I could reach.
"Push your tongue in the hole." I found her vagina and worked my rolled-up tongue in the little hole as far as it would go. She thrust her hips at me, forcing my tongue another ¼" inside her. She tightened every muscle in her body again and I felt, and tasted some fluid hitting my tongue. It wasn't pee, it was too thick and kinda slippery. It wasn't cum, at least not like boys make, but it tasted good. "Now put your finger in me." I wetted the middle finger of my free hand in my mouth and slipped it between her legs, I ran it up her crack to her rosebud and wiggled it just inside her. "Ooooh, that's different, but as nice as that feels I was referring to my vagina, not my butt."
I pulled it out and brought it back to my lips for some more spit, then entered the hole where she wanted me. I didn't need the spit, her vagina was slick with the fluid I had tasted earlier. "Rub the front wall of my vagina," she demanded.
Each time she told me something she had to take my dick from her mouth so I could understand her. I finger fucked her vagina applying as much pressure on the front wall as I could. "Faster!" My hand sped up and my tongue wiggle equally faster in the area of her clitoris. Her mouth on my penis sped up as well. Her hands squeezed each of my balls in an alternating rhythm. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming again!" she cried. A fresh flow of that thick slippery substance ran over my finger in her vagina and down onto my hand, some dripped into the towel.
Then I felt it, down deep inside me, a tingling working its way up from my toes. My hips began thrusting to meet Amy's mouth. "I'm cumming," barely escaped my lips as my semen blasted forth in her mouth. I just laid there, not even moving. That was by far, the most intense orgasm I've ever had. Amy IS good.
I looked over and noticed Robert and Frankie walking back to the tree. They stopped at the pool's edge and watched the action between Staci and Jeff. Jeff said something about it not being a peep show and they went on into the shade. Another outburst of pleasure came from Jeff in the pool.
I ran my tongue over Amy's clit and through her lips, and around the hole my tongue had been in earlier. She pushed me away and rolled to her back ending our session. I slowly got to my knees and offered her a hand up. I gathered up our towels and we headed over to where Robert and Frankie were. We also stopped at the pool to witness the action between Staci and Jeff still going strong in the water. We went over to sit with the other guys.
Then we heard, "I'm cumming!" from Jeff and his short guttural sound each time his semen flowed. They both emerged from the water climbing the steps. Jeff looking weak, his dick had shriveled up and almost pulled into his body leaving only about a 1" protrusion. Staci was helping him with her arm around his waist. They collapsed into the grass next to us. I gave them my towel to dry off, and went and got theirs.
"That was totally wicked!" Jeff proclaimed. She sucked me to three orgasms. I've never had three in a row before."
"Well your dick stayed hard. What else was I supposed to do?" Staci asked. "I thought guys went soft after you cummed.
"Not always, but I sure did after one orgasm this time, but what a fantastic cum it was. Amy's lips are magic." I explained.
"See, I told you so," Jeff replied.
Amy kicked Jeff. "Blabbermouth. Well I had to do something special for you after you made be cum twice for the first time ever."
"Mark made you cum twice?" Staci exclaimed. "You and I are sleeping together tonight Mark." She told me.
"I don't have anything to compare what Frankie and I just did," Robert stated. "That was my first time having sex with anything other than my hand or a pillow. But his ass is phenomenal. Look at this, my dick wants to go again."
That made us all look over at him and sure enough, his dick was sticking straight up.
"You were incredible Robert," Frankie said, "That was the hardest ass pounding I've ever had. Not to knock Mark, `cause I love having his dick in my ass, but when we do it, it's more gentle, but that was pure raw fucking and I cummed when you crushed my prostate."
"What's a prostate?"
I looked at the house and around the group. Think I have a minute to show him?"
"Do it Mark, show him." Frankie said.
I crawled over to Robert and ordered him onto all fours. I straddled his left leg and stuck my first two fingers in my mouth to get them wet. I touched his anus and shoved my fingers up his butt. As I massaged his prostate through the rectal wall, I explained it in quick terms. He was watching his dick swing around under him and could feel his eminent orgasm. "Oh shit, I'm gonna cum again," he exclaimed. Semen shot out of him all over the ground beneath him. Even though he'd just cum in Frankie's ass, he was expelling another full load with less than a minute's manipulations.
"That, is your prostate." I pulled my fingers out of his butt and went to rinse them in the pool. As I was leaning over, Frankie snuck up behind me and pushed me in, that stated a landslide and soon, everyone was in the water. It was probably a good thing, we all got cleaned up after our little sex experiments just before Kerri came out and yelled for us to come in for dinner.
As we entered, she took our old smelly towels and directed Staci and Amy to the small shower just off the kitchen, Mark and Frankie to the shower in the group room and Robert and Jeff to the shower in Kerri and Frank's bedroom. "There are fresh towels waiting for you in the bathrooms." She started a load of laundry with just towels we'd dirtied so far.
As we emerged from our showers, we were directed to sit at the dining room table on our towels.
*****
***** *****
Now
that we're all back together, I'm taking the keyboard away from Mark before he
get too addicted to writing erotic literature. I have to give him credit
though, he wrote a lot more than I thought he would. I did edit what he wrote,
but I did not significantly change his story.
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We got all the kids seated at the table and started serving. With the food all passed out conversation started up. It was normal table talk, not one of us specifically mentioned being naked.
"How's everything going?" (Fine, Great, Wicked, Really fun)
"Having a good time?" (Absolutely, yes, great time)
"How you feel about being naked with your friends?" (Who's naked? Feels free. I like it, Can we do a troop campout naked)
"Can you think of anything we forgot?" (Crickets chirping in the silence).
"Are you ready for a nudist resort? Interested in a week-long stay?" Frank asked.
"Sorry to interrupt dad, but speaking of stays, can Robert, Jeff, and Amy spend the night?"
Frank took up the answer for the adults. "Is that something you'd all like?"
"Well Mr. Wilson, I can't speak for the other two, but I can't, we're going to my visit my Grandparents tomorrow. We're leaving at 7:30 in the morning."
"Oh come on Robert, your parents could pick you up here on their way out of town. Please stay, we're having a campfire tonight and making s'mores and we've got a really special movie for tonight," Mark pleaded.
"Yeah, please stay," the girls pleaded, even though Amy didn't know if she could or not.
"I know Amy and I aren't doing anything special tomorrow, we can call and see if it's alright." Jeff offered.
"It's Ok with us if you do want to stay, and Robert, we can make sure you're ready to go at 7:30 in the morning. So both of you, call your parents and let me talk with them if you need some help convincing them."
Looking around the table, "So what do you think? You ready to try a nudist resort where you'd be naked in front of strangers?"
"Can Amy and Jeff and Robert come with us?" Mark asked.
"If they want to go and their parents let them."
"Would you guys be interested in going to a public nudist resort?" I asked.
I got six very enthusiastic positive responses.
"Would you want to experiment for a weekend or jump right in and go for a week?"
"For the week," was the unanimous response.
"Ok, we'll look into it and let you know."
After dinner, Robert called first and easily got permission to stay. They told him not to eat breakfast as they were going to stop halfway and eat.
Jeff called next and eventually brought the phone to Frank. Frank took the phone to the kitchen for some privacy where we were cleaning up from dinner. Frank told their parents the children had been perfect guests and were welcome to stay and that it was his son, Frankie who asked them to stay over.
Frank then told them our plans for tomorrow. "The kids have been acting very normal for kids their age, but with their increased interest in the human body, tomorrow morning after breakfast, we're going to have a session with our three for a little sex education. Correct part names, functions of those parts, safe sex practices and whatever questions they may have. Would you like us to include your son and daughter? If not you can pick them up before we start, or you can leave them with us till after lunch and they get a little free education.
"Yeah, we certainly don't need our children getting pregnant or getting someone pregnant." (Listening) "Yes, of course. That's an excellent suggestion; we can cover basic menstruation, and feminine supplies." (More listening) "Yes it's good for both sexes to understand the basics." (Even more listening) "Ok, thanks, see you tomorrow around 2:00 then, bye."
"Honey," Frank called to his wife. "Did you hear the conversation I just had with Jeff and Amy's mother?"
"Yes dear, I heard you volunteer me to teach all the wonderful things the uterus does to a young lady. I'll be going next door and get a few props for tomorrow, now including condoms, tampons, and sanitary napkins."
"Hey Kerri, I have a really good sex education book, it has lots of graphics and cross-sections of the human body. I can go get it and be back in 15 minutes."
"That sounds good; it wouldn't hurt to have it just in case."
"Ok, I'll go get it." I walked out the front door and reached for my keys. When my hand found no pocket, I realized I was naked in the front yard. I had totally forgotten. I quickly turned and walked back in. Everybody was laughing as I slipped in the door. I had to laugh too. I went to our room and dressed before walking back out front.
It didn't take long and I was back. I put the book on Kerri's bed for tomorrow.
Everyone was out in the back when I returned, so I shed my clothes thankful to be nude again, and joined them on the patio.
They had the fire pit going and the Jacuzzi heating. The s'mores ingredients were on the table along with marshmallow roasting sticks. All the kids were in the pool and I realized I hadn't been it the water yet today. So I ran and did a cannonball into the deep end. I played with the kids for a while. The game revolved around grabbing someone's dick under water, so only the boys were targeted. I allowed anyone who got close to grab mine as well, I wanted to show them that adults have penises too and seeing them or touching them when allowed, is not a terrible thing.
The game slowed and I ended up sitting on the pool stairs waiting for my erection to subside. Four of the kids were huddled together and they seemed to be encouraging one of them to do something. Finally, Amy came over to me and sat next to me. "Mr. Jeffries, you have a really nice dick can I suck your dick?"
I will have to admit, I was totally surprised. "Is that something you want to do, or did they put you up to it?"
"Well, I've already sucked all the other boys today, except you and Mr. Wilson, and I've been told I'm very good at it. They were just telling me if I wanted something, I had to ask for specifically what I wanted, and I'd like to suck your dick."
"Well Amy, since you put it that way and you've asked very nicely, yes you may. But I should warn you, adult semen tastes a little different than from boys your age."
"That's ok, my Grandpa's semen tastes ok to me." Wow, that was an interesting comment.
"Where would you like to do it?"
"Right here is ok. You can sit on the first step."
I moved up one step and glanced at the other kids. They were trying to watch without looking like they were trying to watch. I leaned back resting on my elbows and Amy bent over me taking just my glans in her mouth. Her tongue did wonderful things to me and my penis became rock hard. I hadn't cum since this morning in the shower and I've been naked all day. She quickly had me at the brink then tried to stick her tongue in my urethra. That sensation pushed me the last little bit. "I'm going to cum sweetie," I warned. She pulled back with her lips just under my glans. My cum blasted on to her tongue and she waited for more, after the second volley, I saw her neck muscles swallow and she held still for more. Two more jets followed and she swallowed again. She plunged down my shaft forcing my glans in her throat where my final thrust forced the rest of my dick completely inside her. My final pulse bypassed her tongue and all her taste buds, releasing well down in her throat. She pulled herself off my penis and ran her fingers up the urethra pulling the last of my semen to her lips. She let go and brought her lips up to mine and kissed me. Mid kiss, she pushed that last little bit of semen into my mouth and I sucked her lips to get it all.
"Thank you Amy, that was wonderful." I told her, and I meant it.
"You're very welcome Allen. Your son gave me two orgasms today, my first ever back-to-back orgasms. It was wonderful too."
My erection subsided and Amy and I went up to the Jacuzzi, all the other kids had crowded in too. The seven of us just barely fit. Frank and Kerri started the fire pit and put marshmallows on the sticks for roasting, they got out the graham crackers putting them on paper plates and put squares of Hershey's chocolate on one side. They sat on one side of the fire and started roasting. The smell of marshmallows drew the other kids out of the water. They sat around the fire with a towel around their shoulders. Each of us made two s'mores then we moved inside for the movie.
I stood to introduce tonight's movie, "As I said prior to last night's movie, which was Star Wars, A New Hope, the reason we watched it would become obvious for tonight's movie. Mark, Frankie, and I have already seen this, but we won't mind watching it again. I'm pretty sure none of the rest of you has seen it yet. So with no further ado, I give you tonight's special feature." I pulled out Mark's birthday copy of The Empire Strikes Back.
"How did you get a copy of a movie that just came out in the theaters?" Frank demanded.
"Well," as I handed the movie cover to Frank, "I was trying to find a model of the Millennium Falcon for Mark's birthday and I called Lucasfilm, in Universal City. Harrison Ford just happened to be there, but he couldn't help me with the model, but he sent Mark a bunch of photos and stuff, all signed, including this copy of the movie.
We all got comfortable and settled in to watch the adventure far, far away.
About half way through the young girls were getting restless so we paused the movie at a convenient place. Both girls took off for two different bathrooms.
No special desert was planned for the movie intermission, so more chocolate chip cookies were brought out and glasses of milk.
As we settled back in for the second half of the movie Staci again picked Mark. He had promised to try to give her an orgasm and she was staking her claim on him. I watched them during the movie and he was working on her. His fingers rubbing all around her clitoris and up and down between her labia, but it never looked like she reached orgasm.
The movie ended just after 11:00 p.m. Staci took Mark to the bedroom. Since there were now six kids, I decided to sleep on the couch, one night wasn't worth having to clean a bedroom, and I wasn't going to have me and three kids in a queen bed, maybe a king, but not a queen.
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Mark
told me what transpired in the kid's room Saturday night after we got home
Sunday afternoon, so I'm going to put it here for story continuity. It's just
the next few paragraphs.
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Staci claimed one bed pulling Mark in with her. Jeff ended up them. Robert, Frankie, and Amy took the other bed. Turns out Amy hadn't sucked all the boys before she did me. But Frankie gladly fulfilled her quest and Robert went along with her wishes before they went to sleep. She let both of them attempt to eat her pussy, but inexperience got in the way of her orgasm.
Mark worked on Staci some more, trying techniques and suggestions he learned from Amy, mostly dealing with clitoral stimulation. She was really getting into the feelings but couldn't quite get over the hump. Jeff added one more stimulation, a tongue wiggling around her anus. Staci orgasmed has Jeff's tongue entered her anus. Mark had his tongue in her vagina and he was met with a gentle flow of fluid. Warm and slippery and delicious, kind of creamy, was how he put it. Her legs clamped around his neck, which had made her anus so accessible to Jeff.
Staci was so happy that she'd had her first orgasm, that she gave blowjobs to both boys, each slipping easily off to sleep after they'd cum.
Sunday morning I was awake early and rousted Robert at 7:00 allowing him time to shower and get dressed. When his parents arrived, I walked him out (yes, I was dressed this time) just to say hello. He thanked me for a great time and promised to talk with his parents about a week-long excursion. I went back inside, shed my clothes, but put on an apron, and started prepping breakfast. This morning we were having a baked casserole consisting of ¼" apple ring slices on top of breakfast sausage links covered with cornbread and topped with cinnamon, then baked and server with butter and warm syrup.
Kerri and Frank soon joined me. "What? No coffee? Who hired you anyway?" Kerri quipped.
"Hey, I prepped the coffee maker it only needs to be turned on."
"I'm pretty good at turning Kerri on." Frank stated as he flipped the switch. "There, now I've turned the coffee on."
"So were either of you surprised at the amount of sexual activity between our children and our guest children yesterday?" I asked.
"I know I was," said Frank, "seems like there's a fair amount of going on in Amy and Jeff's family.
"Yeah, she told me her Grandfather's semen tastes ok to her. But they only see them a week or two a year. I didn't get the impression that the parents were involved," I offered.
"Robert's a wonderful boy. Being an only child, he hasn't had much opportunity to experiment with many other children. He seemed a little reserved till Frankie took him up by our bedroom window, he was pretty energetic then," Kerri reported.
"I would like your opinion on Mark's participation. Did his broader experience influence the group at all?" I asked.
"Well certainly not in a negative way. If anything, it made him a better partner. He worked with Amy so she could have an orgasm."
"Two actually."
"Ok, two orgasms, and he tried to give Staci one. He helped enforce the rules. He's a big reason this weekend has gone so well," Kerri said defending him.
I loved the way Mark was trying to give Staci an orgasm yesterday morning. Do you think he succeeded last night?" Kerri asked.
"After what he did for Amy, I'll bet he did, if Staci is capable of having one. When I woke Robert this morning, Mark and Staci were cuddled together, but were sound asleep.
I think the best outcome of the weekend so far is all the respect they've displayed for each other."
"Your rule for specifically asking for what you want, went a long way to facilitate that behavior. No one's been hurt, or even had any hurt feelings that I noticed. That alone makes the weekend a success."
"I think this being the first weekend of being together naked and having the opportunity to experiment, is partially responsible for much of the activity. I mean we did make a point of leaving them alone to see what would happen. I'll bet the next time, it won't be like a new toy to play with. And with all the activities available at the resort, they'll be more like Scouts at summer camp, just without the clothes." That brought a chuckle for Kerri and Frank.
My breakfast casserole was baking in the oven and the smell of baked cornbread and apples was filling the house. And there were sounds of children moving around. Frankie, Jeff, and Amy came into the kitchen first.
"Where's Mark and Staci?" Kerri asked.
"They'll be out in a minute, Mark's working on another orgasm for Staci." Jeff said.
"Another orgasm?" Kerri inquired.
"Yeah she had one last night and they're trying again right now."
A few minutes later Staci came running into the kitchen and up to her mother. "Mommy, orgasms are wonderful!"
Kerri knelt before her little girl and ran a finger discretely between Staci's labia, coming away with some of the slippery vaginal fluids that were produced. "Yes they are, aren't they little one?"
My casserole proved a resounding success the kids loved it. They were getting ready to go outside when Kerri said, "Wait a minute guys. We're going to have a conversation in the living room. I want you to go sit either on the couch or in the chairs around the coffee table. I'll be in in a minute."
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June 1, 1980
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"Well, here we go," Kerri said to Frank and me, "which of you wants to be the male model when we get to the boy bits?"
Frank looked over at me and said, "Sorry buddy, but you better take this one, you're closer to being an average male than I am."
"Oh sure, pick on the guy with the little dick." I said, jokingly.
"You're not little, you're cute," Kerri retorted, patting my package with her palm.
Kerri gathered up all her materials and brought a bar stool to place at the head of the coffee table facing the kids.
"This has been a very interesting weekend sexually. I think all of you have learned a lot this last couple of days. This morning we're going to bring you up to speed educationally on what your bodies have already learned about each other."
She spent a few minutes telling them the highlights of what we were going to cover, body parts with their correct names, side effects of having sex, safe sex practices, etc.
"Who knows that this area is called?" Using a finger, she traced an oblong area around her privates. "Anyone?" Mark stuck his hand up. "Yes, Mark, what is it?
"It's called the vulva."
"That's correct Mark, that's the medically correct name, can anyone give us another name. Frankie slowly raised his hand. "Yes Frankie?"
"The pussy?" he said in an embarrassed way.
"Yes, many people refer to the vulva using that word, but it is also used to refer to a specific part of the vulva. Any others? And let's drop raising your hands, just call out."
"Privates?" Amy offered.
"Yes, correct again. But that also refers to an area on boys as well."
"The genitals," Jeff suggested.
"Correct again! It also refers to an area on boys as well. Other names you might hear: genitalia, sex organs, crotch, and who knows what other names your schoolmates have made up for it.
"So the vulva is not a part, it is an area. Vulva is the preferred name to refer to all the external female genitalia. Now let's look at the elements of external female genitalia. With that, she scooted to the edge of the stool and spread her legs wide apart.
These two puffy, lip-like structures are called the Labia Majora or major lips. Then each hand reached in and pulled apart the Labia exposing the inner area of the vulva.
"Uh, Frank, could you help me out here, I can't hold myself open and point out the parts." Frank took up a position behind his wife and replaced her hands with his. "Mark, could you hand me that pencil on the table please?" Using the eraser end on the pencil, she pointed out the various other parts, the Labia Minora or minor lips, the clitoral hood, the clitoris, the urethral opening, the vaginal opening, finally, the perineum, and the anus.
"Ok, let's switch up now and look at the male parts." That was my clue to take Kerri's place on the stool. I sat down with my legs apart so my balls hung free and my penis down in front of them. "Who knows what is going to happen to every male in the room in about a minute?"
Mark knew, "We're going to get erections."
"Or a hard-on."
"Or a stiffy," others boys offered.
"A boner."
Oh, this is not fair. I could feel the blood flowing already.
"Who know why a male's penis gets erect?"
Mark offered, "Blood flows into the penis through enlarged veins and some nerves tell certain muscles to not let all the blood out.
"Very good Mark, very good answer."
With her pencil, she pointed to my penis. We've determined the correct name for this part it's the penis. What are other names?" Just call them out, there's a bunch of them."
"Dick, Cock, Weiner, Willy, Pecker, Prick, Pee-Pee." Which brought laughter from everyone. "One-eyed trouser snake, Peter," then silence.
"Ok that's enough. Obviously, there are lots of names for it. And what is the name on the only other external part?"
"Balls?"
"Nope, that's an internal part."
I noticed Mark just sitting there like he knew.
"Sack?"
"That's one name for it."
"Ball bag."
"Yup, but what's the correct name, anyone?
"Bing! Time's up. Mark, what is the answer please?
"It's the Scrotum. Mark said."
"That is correct Mark. Ten points to the Armadillo Patrol."
"Now, let's look and the more detailed part names that we can see, and some that we'll have to feel."
I resigned myself to being fully erect and being handled by all five children. My penis was tumescent already and when she picked it up, blood flowed in freely stiffening it completely.
"The penis has several parts. Starting at the top is the glans. The opening at the top of the glans is the urethral opening. This ridge around the bottom of the glans is called the corona. On the underside, this bit of skin forming a v shape is the `frenulum'. Below the corona is the shaft, which runs all the way to the body, the bottom is sometime call the root. This round looking tube on the underside below the frenulum to the scrotum is the urethra."
I looked around the room and all the boys now had erections, at least I wasn't alone. Amy was rubbing the top of her vulva, I wonder if she's even aware. Good thing I'm already hard.
Kerri continued, "Below the penis is the scrotum, and inside the scrotum is the testicles, or testes, or balls, or a bunch of other names. On the outside of each testicle is the epididymis, which is connected to the Vas Deferens. Since you can't see these parts, I'd like each of you to feel them through the scrotum. But you need to be very gentle, the testicle and the epididymis are very sensitive. Ladies first, Amy and Staci, come on down!" she called like we were on The Price Is Right.
They approached on either side of me and each cupped a testicle in one hand. Gently with their fingers they felt around the outside feeling the epididymis, then moving above the testicle they were able to find the fine tube called the Vas Deferens.
Mark, Frankie, and Jeff came up next and took turns finding the parts of the reproduction system.
"Now I'd like to show you a picture of what you just felt." She opened my book to the page detailing the testicle with all the named parts. Laying the book open on the coffee table she said, "Here is a testicle without the scrotum, you can see all the things you were able to feel on Allen."
"One more thing before we take a break. I want to show you a picture of two penises. One looks like all of you boys, and one has more skin on it." She opened the book to a two-page layout showing the different penises, one circumcised, and one in its original condition. Everyone leaned in for a closer look.
"When we get to the nudist resort you probably will see a few penises that have this extra skin. It's called the foreskin. All male babies are born with foreskins. Here in the United States, most babies have a minor operation in the first few days of life called a circumcision. This extra skin is removed at that time. It is said to be better for the baby and prevents infections and other problems. Other countries around the world aren't so quick to remove a boy's foreskin. There, the foreskin is only removed if problems develop. Boys look at your penis. Please let the girls look too. Do you see a brown ring around your penis?" We all found it. "That is the scar from where your foreskin was attached.
"Ok, let's take a 30 minute break. Last one in the pool is a rotten egg." Kerri challenged.
Hard to believe, we've been at this for an hour and a half, with no complaint from the kids. It was almost 10:00 a.m.
I led the way to the pool and jumped in. Having been erect for some time now, every male was seeking relief. I masturbated myself in the water. Amy was blowing her brother Jeff, with Jeff's hand rubbing her clitoris. Frankie and Mark paired up and 69ed in the grass next to the pool. Staci was sitting next to Amy and watching her technique close up. Everyone quickly relaxed and migrated to the pool to play around in the water.
At 10:30, Kerri called us back to the living room. Her need for a male model was over, so I was summarily dismissed. They were moving on to internal parts and the inner workings.
She made sure to impress upon the boys that since they produced semen, they could get a girl pregnant making them equally responsible for that baby. She covered the whole process of sperm from the time it left the testicles, till it was ejaculated. She explained the functions and interactions of all the different glands from pre-cum to the final ejaculation. Then it was hands on time, how to use a condom.
"Which one of you wants to be our model," Kerri asked. Frank and I were in the kitchen slowly getting lunch ready, watching, and listening intently. When none of the boys volunteered, Kerri asked Mark if he would mind. He hopped up on the stool.
She went on to explain that the condom was put in place over an erect penis, which his was not at the moment. His hand went to his lap and began gently stroking himself to an erection, and to keep it fully inflated. She showed how to open the foil pouch and remove the condom, identify which side went up, then placed it over Marks penis head. She pinched the top and rolled it down the shaft.
She handed out packets to each child and had the boys put one on themselves, then remove it. When they finished that, she had the girls repeat the process utilizing either Frankie or Jeff.
While they were doing that she quietly asked Mark if he wouldn't mind ejaculating in the condom he was wearing so she could show how to remove it after ejaculation, and to see why the extra space was needed at the top. Marks hand simply sped up the stroking he was doing till he reached his climax.
"Ok, guys, over here please!" They all gathered back around Mark sitting on the stool. "I had Mark ejaculate in his condom for you. See how it fits him now. Here in what used to be the loose tip, his semen is now collected, the tip if full and more is collected around his glans. This is why you always leave space at the top."
Mark's erection was waning now, Kerri continued, "When the penis starts to soften, it's time to remove the condom." She demonstrated the technique of how to remove it and tie it in a knot. "However, you still need to be careful; there are still a few million live sperm cells in the residue on the penis. Putting it near the vagina, even at this point, could result in the girl becoming pregnant," she warned.
Frank and I finish getting lunch ready and at 12:00, they took a break to eat.
We had cold cuts for lunch today, along with any leftovers from the other meals, along with chips and sodas.
With only an hour of discussion time remaining, Kerri too quickly covered the inner workings of the female, including a brief overview of the menstruation cycle, and the use of sanitary napkins, and tampons. She explained that she would always be available for questions and on their next sleepover; they could cover this aspect of their education in greater detail. At 1:30, she wrapped up and released them to the pool.
The three of us adults decided that when Jeff and Amy's parents arrived we'd invite them in to see how they would handle the nudity. When the doorbell rang just before 2:00, Frank put on his robe and answered the door. "Come on in! Let's go on out to the patio." At the back door, Frank removed and hung his robe on a plant bracket, and introduced both of us, even though they both knew who we were.
They went on out to the pool where the kids were playing. Both their kids got out of the water and ran up to them giving them a big hug. We could hear Jeff trying to get them to come in swimming. They came back to the patio and asked if it would be ok for them to join the kids in the pool. Frank welcomed them to stay as long as they wanted.
They had obviously done this before and the stood by the Jacuzzi taking everything off and laid the clothes on the whirlpool cover. They walked to the pool and dove in. That answered some questions about their family; they were experienced nudists, far too comfortable to be new at this. They swam with the kids for 20 minutes or so then came back to the patio toweling off as they arrived. I noticed they had no tan lines what so ever. I offered something to drink as they settled into lounge chairs. "Couple of beers if you have them."
I went and got four and a soda for Kerri, passed them around and sat down. "So Jeff was telling us this was an experiment for your families, how did it go?"
"Does `wicked' tell you how happy we are?"
"Ah, you've met our son."
"Yes we have, and it was a pleasure having him and his sister here this weekend. I don't think Staci would have coped as well without Amy."
"So you've probably heard some about our family's background with nudity? Kids have a hard time guarding family secrets."
"Well we know your parents back in Virginia are naturists and the kids visit them one or two weeks a year. But they never told us about you being nudists too, but you obviously are.
"Yeah, sorry about that. We've found that it's best to protect that side of our family only revealing it to select individuals that understand," Howard responded. "We weren't too concerned when they were invited to a nudist weekend. We trained our children to lie about that aspect of our lives, but allowed them to reveal what you heard if they let something slip. We use the Grandma and Grandpa story as a cover. That story is true, by the way. Kinda deflects blame away if it needs to be."
"No problem, I know how cruel kids can be to each other. They wouldn't want that to be known around school, for sure. They'd never hear the end of it."
"Yes," Howard said, "I've been a naturist my whole life, those are my parents in Virginia. I converted Diane to naturism before I married her. We're clothing-free in our house and whenever we can get away to Sun Ranch, we go. We've raised the kids to be naturist since they stopped wearing diapers. We've even done a couple overseas vacations to nudist resorts, one in France, and one on a Greek island. You have to disrobe on the boat ride to the island. No clothing is allowed unless you're sunburned."
"It's interesting you mentioned Sun Ranch. After this weekend's experiment, we're ready to try a full week. We were thinking of trying Sun Ranch."
"When are you planning to go?"
We haven't really planned that far ahead, but I was thinking since the summer camp is not far from there, we could go the week right after camp. We could pick up the boys and go straight to Sun Ranch. We're planning to ask your two kids to go with us.
I saw Diane look over at Howard and Howard nodded. "I think we can help you out. We have a mobile home parked at the ranch. You're welcome to use it, and then you'll only have to pay the daily fees and any charged fees. It's a regular doublewide mobile home, full kitchen, washer and drier, four bedrooms, three baths, living room and dining room. All that we ask is that you leave it as clean as you found it. We don't use their cleaning service. The kitchen has all the appliances and everything you need. Just bring your own food and drinks."
"Oh that would be wonderful! What are the charged fees you mentioned?"
"Since no one has pockets, each person gets a bar-coded number on a bracelet and charges everything they want to purchase to that code. Then, when you check out, you pay for everything you charged. You can charge meals at the dinner, drinks and food at the snack bar, adult beverages from the bar, the ice cream wagon, the gift shop, horse rides, bike rentals, the laundromat, the craft lodge, boat rental, lost or broken sports equipment, manicures & pedicures, bingo games, that kind of stuff."
"I understand they have lots of free activities too."
"Yeah, there are several that are free, unless you break or loose the equipment. The common free stuff is the swimming pool, tennis courts, and tennis lessons, Yoga classes, exercise equipment room, movie nights, tomahawk and knife throwing, archery range, organized soccer games, kickball for the younger kids, miniature golf, rock wall climbing, the recreation center, games and puzzles which you can check out, and the lake has fishing poles. I sure there are others, I just can't remember them all."
"Wow, that's fantastic. I never imagined they'd have that many activities."
"On weekends it can be challenging to get signed up, but during the week, you can be as busy as you want."
"Any other tips for us newbies?"
"If you want to ride horses, take jeans or other heavy long pants, just like the Scouts. Take your own bikes, much easier to get around, it's a pretty big place, we have four bikes out there already you can use. Nearest grocery/liquor store is a healthy drive, so take everything with you. Bread, milk and other basic grocery items are available in the General Store.
"Sign up early for activities you can always cancel. If you want to do an activity, go, even if you didn't sign up, there are always no-shows. Allow yourselves to eat at the diner, at least occasionally; it's nice not having to cook when you're on vacation. The code number can have limits on them, like one ice cream a day, $5 a day at the craft lodge, two sodas a day, that kind of limits. Oh, and the mobile home has a propane BBQ, if it runs out of propane, the ranch can refill it. It does rain on rare occasions, and it can get chilly at night. It gets hot during the day, mist bottles are a big seller at the store."
Directing my question at Frank and Kerri, "Do those dates sound good? The night summer camp ends and for the next week?"
"Sure! Works for me and the kids." Kerrie replied
"I'll clear my court calendar for the week!"
"So I take it your kids can go with us?"
"Yeah, sure, no problem. Thanks for offering to take them. We'll make sure the ranch knows you're coming."
"Is there anything I need to take non-related children with us?"
"Yeah there's a form, similar to what the Scouts use."
"What are the sleeping accommodations?"
"There's a master suite with a king bed and a queen hide-a-bed. The mini-suite has a queen bed and a queen futon. Both suites have their own bathrooms. The Kids' room is two bunk beds – one on top, two on the bottom, so six total. And the guest room, one queen bed. There's plenty of floor space too and two couches in the living room which are queen hide-a-beds."
How big is this mobile home? It sounds huge."
"It a nice one 24' x 60', a full-size double-wide, sleeps 20 on mattresses."
"That's perfect. We're inviting Robert to go along too, he was here till 8:00 a.m. this morning. So we'll have six kids and the three of us."
"That's interesting; I didn't realize Robert was one of us."
"Well, he's more of an exhibitionist than a naturist. But he wanted to come this weekend and he did well for his first time. He's asking his parents about the week, we need to call him, now that we have confirmed dates."
"Well we need to get going. Thank you for taking our children this weekend, they had a great time and even had a few new sex partners. I understand Mark brought Amy to orgasm, twice!"
"So I hear. Do you have a few more minutes? I'd like to ask a few questions about naturism and sex."
"Sure, ask away."
"Is it normal for naturist children to have so much sex?
Diane took that answer, "Let me answer this way. Nature gives them the plumbing and the curiosity about sex; nurture gives them positive attitudes towards sex; and naturism lowers their barriers and gives them the opportunity to have sex.
The under 11 crowd, nature hasn't fully given them the curiosity. The over 18 crowd no longer needs the naturism to seek out sex. The 11 to 17 group needs all three to have to have a well-rounded positive relationship with sex, and need the environment of like-minded people around them."
Howard expanded, "Amy is on the younger end of the group. Jeff's in the middle. They both have a lot of experimentation to do. We know they're having sex with each other. As they age, they'll have been there, done that and it will transition to having safe casual sex with their friends. They won't be humping someone's leg every time they get horny. While you're at the ranch, watch the older group of teens, you'll see groups of boys and girls just sitting around talking, or playing video games. Among themselves, erections aren't hidden, even though they're supposed to be, they just consider them a normal body part and are no big deal."
"Ok, we do need to get going. Anything else, quickly?"
"Yes, just to let you know, I was able to incorporate your suggestions into our sex education class we held this morning, but I ran out of time, so I will continue our chats during the week at Sun Ranch. All the kids seemed to enjoy the class."
"Thank you so much for doing that. I can walk naked among 100s of people I don't even know, but faced with talking about sex with my kids, I freeze up," Diane explained.
"No problem, I enjoyed it. The class was very interactive. Thank you for your insights."
"Sure any time. Amy! Jeff! Time to go!"
Howard and Diane dressed by the Jacuzzi where they had laid their clothes. "Come on kids, find your clothes."
Their clothes were in fact on the edge of the patio where they took them off Saturday morning, they gathered then up and stood next to their parents. I escorted them to the door and they went to their car, the kids still holding their clothes in a bundle as the crossed the front lawn naked and climbed in the back seat.
I went back to the patio and sat down with Frank and Kerri. "I feel so much better," Kerrie said. "They did just tell us that our children are normal children?"
"Yeah, they did. You're right, I feel better too."
We set to the task of cleaning the house before we left. All the sheets on the beds we used were washed and replaced on the beds. The bathrooms were cleaned, the kitchen was scrubbed, and the leftover food removed from the refrigerator. The pool filter was removed and all the scum it had sucked up and all the other goop was deposited in the trash at the Wilson's house. We vacuumed the carpets, and generally cleaned up. The place looked the same as when we arrived. The last thing we did was empty all the trashcans. Mark and I were home by 6:00.
Sunday evening around 9:00, I pulled out the roster and called Robert. His dad answered. "Hello?"
"Hello, this is Mr. Jeffries of Troop 12, may I speak with Robert please?"
"Mr. Jeffries! So glad you called. Robert couldn't stop talking about the swim party this weekend. He had a wonderful time. He told us something about a week-long trip to Sun Ranch? He really would like to go with you. Do you know when the trip is?"
"Uh, yes. That's actually, why I called. We are going straight from summer camp. Instead of coming home, we're going straight to the ranch for a week. We'll be there June 21 – 28."
"Oh that's great, perfect in fact. In his age group, what's the ratio of boys to girls there?"
"Not real sure, but I was told there are a lot more girls than there are boys."
"Great. He needs to meet some girls his age. Can Robert get a ride with you from camp? His mother and I have wanted to take a cruise, and if he were gone for two weeks, it would be the perfect time! We may even be able to get one of those last-minute deals. Robert has our permission to go! What are his cost going to be, I can't expect you to feed and house my son for a whole week."
"I'll have to get back to you on that, I really don't know. There's a daily fee for the ranch and meals and extras for some activities and crafts. I'll get you an estimate this week."
"Great. Hey, Robert's here, you still need to talk to him?"
"No, that's alright, I only asked for him because I wasn't sure if he had spoken to you, but we've covered everything for now. I'll get back to you in a couple days. Let Robert know he's going with us."
"Thank you Mr. Jeffries, speak to you soon."
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June 2 – 6, 1980
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With me working, I have become somewhat concerned about the upcoming summer with Mark being either home on his own, or somewhere with his friends. I would feel much better knowing he was at home with his friends.
And I just realized how to control that. I could take Mark's suggestion and put a pool in the back yard. Mark and his friends could play there and I wouldn't have to worry about where he was. Mark did tell me I didn't need to buy him a swimsuit if I put a pool in the back yard, even though I did need to get him one for summer camp.
Since I'm in the office today, it's time to get to work. I made a few phone calls to friends for references for a pool company. One was much more highly rated than the others were, and I placed a call to them. I told them what I wanted. He told me normal time for an in-ground pool was 30 days.
When I asked why so long, he answered it just takes time. The hardest obstacle to work around, he explained, was the County Building inspections. They often had to wait several days just to get one of the in-process inspections.
Something Mark said was "It's good to have friends in high places." Maybe Frank can get the inspectors out more quickly.
"Let me call you back later today, I'm going to try to smooth out the inspection problem."
I called Frank's office but he was in court, but expected to be on a recess very soon. He called back 20 minutes later. I told him my plan to put in a pool, keep it a secret from the boys, and have it done in the two weeks of summer camp and Sun Ranch.
"And you're telling me this because?" Frank asked.
"To get it done that fast, I need help with the county inspectors. The builder says the inspectors usually hold up the project by as much as two weeks waiting for them to arrive to inspect in-process work. I thought that you, being a fairly high ranking county employee, could maybe talk with the inspector and shorten the wait times so they can be done in 14 days."
"I'm not very high in the building department, but I can do even better than that. The lead inspector has custody of his children because of me. I think he'll guarantee an inspection by first thing the morning after the request."
"Thanks Frank, I'll get back to you."
I called the pool company. "I got you inspections by first thing the morning after the request is placed. Can you do it in 14 days?"
"Maybe, but I need a bigger crew working two shifts plus overtime."
"Fine, no problem do what you have to do, you're hired. Start the planning. You can start construction June 14 after 11:00 a.m."
"Why such a specific time?"
"I want to keep this a secret from my son and his buddies, so work can't start till after they've left for Boy Scout summer camp."
"When can we survey the property?"
"I can meet you there in 20 minutes."
I took off work and met the builder at the house. Mark was in school so he wouldn't know.
He inspected my yard and deemed it suitable for a pool; he suggested one the width of the house, just off the back patio, 50 feet long and 30 feet wide. It would have a good size shallow end for playing in the water and enough room for diving with a board. 50 feet is also the recommended minimum length for lap swimming, 75 would be better, but our space was limited. Other options we looked at were the filtration system, heating, lighting, both in pool and the deck, a waterfall and other decorative features, a pool house with a shower, external water jets, a patio and pool encompassing mist system, and a spa.
He also recommended a landscape service who could easily plug some visual pathways that revealed the back yard and pool that would need to be closed for complete privacy.
We sat on the patio and talked about delays because of weather and other unknown factors. We signed the contract and the design work began.
We would get together periodically at my office or the back yard when Mark wasn't home. They did surveys for underground gas and water lines and pulled the building permits.
I also called Sun Ranch to ask about the fees. They knew of my reservation at the Anderson's mobile home and went over the daily fees for our group and how the charge number worked. They explained how much on average a child in the 11 to 13 age group would spend on activities and other in-ranch purchases and again in the 16-18 group, which Robert would be in. They differed due older boys tend to choose more activities requiring additional fees.
I called Robert's parents and let them know what his daily fee was, and approximately how much an average 16-year-old spent in a week. They were more than happy to send more than enough along to make sure he was covered.
The end of
the week was Mark's last day of school. He brought his report card home and
proudly presented it. His final end of the year grades:
Math – A,
Social Studies – A,
English – B,
Science – A
Art – A
PE – B
He had done it. Now he had a week off before summer camp.
All meetings with the contractor this next week would have to be at my office or his.
At a meeting on Wednesday, he was very upbeat. Everything was in place, all parts had arrived, materials were staged for delivery, sub-contractors were scheduled, and the lead inspector had called and guaranteed nearly immediately response. All I had to do was sign off on the final design drawings, which, when I saw them, I immediately did.
This was not an inexpensive pool, I chose two sets of ladders to get out in the deep end, with one on either side, the shallow end had steps all the way across. I picked the best filtration system, which did a better job handling 13-year-old boy emissions, as he put it. I went with gas heating, the pool and patio misting system, and the rock wall with an integrated waterfall. I added the jets that shot water out into the pool, a diving board, a full above and below lighting package, the pool house with toilet, shower, and storage. All the nicer options, except for the spa, I just didn't think we needed a spa, and if we ever changed our minds, we could always add an above ground one. I also put off updating my patio.
All week long Mark and Frankie palled around together; they were allowed to swim naked in pool next door to the Wilson's, after meeting the nice couple living there. They rode bikes to the park, they hung out in Mark's bedroom building Star Wars models and doing whatever else they wanted with no supervision. I didn't worry too much about them, they were good kids, and since they were both boys, there could be no pregnancy.
Friday evening, since the troop was leaving the next morning, Mark decided to pack for camp. The troop has a standard summer camp pack list, so it wasn't rocket science having to pack, just get everything together and put it in a duffel bag.
I knew the list pretty well as I had put it together and revised it over the past several years. So of course, here we are the night before camp looking for stuff he needed. Lucky, for me (or Mark) I wasn't attending summer camp this year. This is when Scoutmaster Bill will really become the Scoutmaster to the boys. He would be their leader, after Robert, the Senior Patrol Leader, for the whole week and really establish him as `the man'. But by my not attending, Mark could borrow my camp sleeping pad, soap, shampoo, sunscreen, and insect repellant. I hoped the troop was bringing the toilet-plunger washing machine; he only has one uniform to last a week. He was all packed up by 11:00, but not ready to sleep, he was too wound up.
I got us some cookies and milk. We sat side-by-side on the couch. Every time Mark reached for a cookie, he sat back closer to me than before. I could tell something was bothering him. Finally, he blurted out, "How do I know you'll come to get me at camp?"
I pulled him onto my lap straddling my legs and brought him to my chest. "I don't know what to say that would convince you, other than I love you, Mark, and I would never do that to someone I love."
"I thought my mother loved me too."
"How often did she tell you she loved you?"
"Not very often," was his immediate reply. Then after some thought, "Actually I don't ever remember her telling me that she loved me."
I pushed him away far enough I could look him in the eyes, "Promise me, that when you grow up and get married, you'll tell your wife that you love her twenty times a day. Then when you have children of your own, you'll kiss them and tell them you love them too, every chance you get."
"Don't ever leave me Daddy."
"I won't leave you, I love you too much." I pulled him back to my chest. His dick rubbed along mine. I used my arms to move his body up and down just an inch or so, just enough that our penises rubbed each other and responded. Soon his and my hips began moving in unison with each other, humping each other's penis in slow motion. I felt wetness between us as Mark cummed. Then my orgasm added to the spreading slime between out tummies. My plan was to let Mark fall asleep, and then I would put him in bed. I'm not sure who fell asleep first.
We woke as the sun camp up. Mark had slid off my chest and was nestled between the arm of the couch and me. His head was laying on my arm, my hand cupping his butt, both of us with morning hard erections.
The first thing he said to me was, "You really do love me don't you?"
"I do." I replied.
"Would you make love to me please?"
The couch did not lend itself to the position we preferred for making love, so we raised the recliner and slid off onto the floor. Mark raised his legs and I dribbled saliva on his bottom. I opened him up with a couple fingers then pushed my saliva-coated penis in him.
"What time am I going to see you Friday? He asked as I sawed in and out of his rectum.
"Families were told to arrive after dinner, so around 6:30," I told him as I continued plunging in and pulling out of him.
"I can't wait till I see you again."
"You haven't even left yet."
"I know, but I know I'm going to miss you."
"Don't be so sure. You'll have Frankie, and Jeff, and even Robert if you can't wait."
"Oh, I won't wait with Frankie, you know that. We're going to tent together."
"Yeah, it seems you two are always horny around each other."
"He has a really cute dick, and I love sucking it. It's going to be hard having to wear clothes for a whole week."
I could feel the tickle starting down deep inside me as I pictured Mark and Frankie walking naked through the woods.
"You get to sleep naked."
"That's not the same, you're asleep, it's hard to enjoy something while you're asleep."
I realized the following week, after summer camp, that I WOULD get to see Mark and Frankie walking naked through the woods on one of the hiking trails at Sun Ranch. The tickle was more than a tickle now and my thrusting was becoming more urgent.
"That feels good Daddy, you're about to cum. Aim for my prostate."
I changed my angle of penetration by raising his legs a bit more.
"Remember this all week Mark, I really love you."
He spurted his goo all over his chest, "I really love you Dad," and my goo spurted up inside him. This was a first for us. We are usually quiet during sex, but today we talked the whole time. Between last night and this morning, we were a mess of fresh and dried cum.
"Wrap your arms around my neck. . ."
He did, and instinctively clamped his ankles around my waist. I struggled to stand but managed, then carried him still impaled to my shower. We tried showering locked together, but that wasn't working so I stood him on the seat and I sat at his feet. His erection was at the perfect level and I had him put one foot on the other side with him facing me. I wrapped his legs with my arms and pulled his penis into my mouth. He held onto my head and fucked my mouth giving me one last load that would have to last me till Friday.
It took some scrubbing, but we got the accumulation of dried semen from last night off our bodies.
As soon as we exited the shower, without even drying off, Mark sprinted to his room. I heard a drawer then a zipper before he came back to use my towel. "Forget something?"
"Almost."
"Do I have to ask?"
"The lubricant."
"Did you remember to put your pillow in?"
He didn't answer, just raced to his room, and I heard the duffel bag zipper open, then close again, then came back to dry his hair. "What do you want for breakfast and what do you want in your lunch? They were supposed to depart from the church at 11:00 and will be eating lunch upon arrival at camp.
"Breakfast burrito, a grilled Ham & Cheese, Cheetos, apple and chocolate chip cookies."
"Your wish is my command," and I set off to the kitchen to do some cooking. Mark joined me a few minutes later and helped cook the potatoes, bacon and sausage for the burritos while I assembled and grilled the ham & cheese.
I packed the lunch he requested, bagged it, and set it on top of the duffel bag now staged by the front door.
We ate our burritos and orange juice on the back patio and I tried imaging the scene we would be looking at in two weeks when the pool would be done.
"Whatcha lookin' at Dad?"
"Oh, nothing, just thinking how boring our back yard is."
"Come on, there's more than that. I can tell."
"Ok, I'm trying to wrap my head around what it's going to be like around here with no little boys for a whole week."
"It's not going to be that bad; it'll just be real quiet."
I smiled at how not quiet it was going to be.
The doorbell rang and Mark ran to answer. Fortunately, it was Frank and Frankie as Mark once again answered naked. Frank had offered to take Mark to the church for me, to allow me to avoid making a scene by crying as Mark left, and to be home in case the construction crew arrived a few minutes early.
Mark and Frankie ran to his room to get his uniform on. It was nice seeing the boys so excited about going off to camp. I knew they'd have a good time. Scouts always do, Bill is a good Scoutmaster and Robert a good Senior Patrol Leader together they will be a great team.
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June 14 – 21, 1980
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11 o'clock sharp, the foreman of my project, Big John his guys called him, showed up with three other men. I found out why they call him Big John, one of the other men was also named John, but he was only 5' 5", and thus nicknamed Little John.
They went straight to work pounding stakes and running colored cords. They marked the grass with spray paint where electrical was to be buried and where plumbing was to be run. They laid out the location of the pool house foundation.
12 o'clock the backhoe showed up along with more men with shovels and a truckload of wood forms for the concrete. 30 minutes later, the first lowboy-dumpster for hauling away dirt arrived. It was placed just off the back yard.
They attacked the grass with the backhoe and shovels and soon had cleared the entire area. Forms went in indicating the outline of the pool deck. Trenches were dug where the painted grass had been. It was a flurry of activity, hard for me to keep up, but each man knew his job and went about doing it.
The plumber and the electrician roughed in their lines for the pool house. They didn't connect to anything, but cleared the pool house footprint so the foundation could be poured. A truck arrived towing a short load of concrete. Men with wheelbarrows hauled load after load to the pool house filling the forms outlining the poll house floor. Artists with trowels worked the liquid as it started to harden. I could make out a depressed area with a drain, which was where the shower would be, a few feet away was the stub out for the toilet. Several electrical conduits stuck up against the back wall; obviously, that was where the sub-panel was going to be.
Meanwhile the backhoe was filling the lowboy dumpster, as one filled, it disappeared, and another took its place and the hole got deeper.
During a break, I asked Big John what I could do to help keep the crew happy. "Well, biggest thing, keep out of their way."
"Can I do anything for them? A cooler of beer, or burgers for lunch? I can do something this week, but next week I'll be gone."
"Honestly, nothing. They don't drink beer during work hours. They'll really appreciate you next week. Customers trying to help too much can really get in the way. You're a business owner; do you let your customers help your employees do their jobs?" I held up my hands and surrendered.
I did as I was asked. I watched the transformation of my back yard from the sidelines. Monday I went to work and almost forgot about them as I concentrated on my business. My mind kept going back to that conversation with Big John. I reviewed how I interacted with my own employees. I found many instances where I tried to do too much. Some would say I was micro managing areas of the business. I wrote myself a set of questions and rules to follow if I answered `Yes' to any question.
I found I was left with about 2 hours of work a day. I resolved myself to reduce my office hours to 10:00 a.m. to 2:00 p.m. two days a week. I'm going to let my employees do their jobs and stop getting in their way.
I looked at my job description and added one more thing. I resolved to speak to every employee once a week, if only for a few seconds, and ask: What do you need, or what can I do to help you do your job.
The construction continued on schedule. I coordinated with the Andersons whose mobile home we were using next week. On Wednesday, I picked up the keys. I did the grocery shopping for next week; we were going to split our meals between cooking in and eating at the dinner. I made sure we all had hats that would protect us from the sun and that everyone had a mist bottle, and I packed a huge pile of towels.
I packed the few things I thought I would need for myself, and then remembered something of Mark's that he might want. I looked in the obvious spots in his room for it, but couldn't find it. I guess he hadn't forgotten it after all. But I did throw several extra C-cell batteries in just in case.
The Anderson's were also headed out, but just for the second week when both children were gone, but needed to leave Thursday. They dropped off Amy on Wednesday evening at the Wilsons. Amy also wanted to go for Family night at camp on Friday, but the Wilson's weren't going till Saturday. So the plan was she would spend Thursday night and most of Friday with Staci and I would take her with me to camp Friday evening. The Wilsons would arrive Saturday morning and we'd pick up the boys and head on to Sun Ranch.
I reminded everyone at the office I would be unavailable all next week and walked through the shipping department trying out the new me. I greeted every employee (and attempted to memorize their names) and asked if they needed anything. I got one suggestion, on gloves. The ones we provided were too slippery, she asked for gloves that gripped better. Before leaving, I went to our purchasing agent and asked about gloves with gripping surfaces. He assured me he would take care of it. I suggested he verify that changing the gloves wouldn't mess up anyone else's use of the current gloves. He gave me the look. "But you knew that didn't you?" He smiled and nodded. "Sorry." The boss has left the building.
I watched the guys working on the giant hole in my back yard when a large flatbed truck backed into the driveway with a house on it and a jumbo size forklift capable of lifting just about anything. Watching this driver was fascinating. He lowered the forklift to the ground then picked up the building as if it were nothing. He maneuvered through where the fence had been removed and set the building perfectly on the pool house foundation. He reconnected the forklift to the truck and it lifted itself back up off the ground and within 30 minutes drove away. The pool house exterior was complete. Two carpenters, the electrician, and the plumber went inside to begin finishing the interior.
The other guys were doing last minute work on the rebar and location of the lighting and water circulation plumbing getting ready for the spraying of the gunite. I was going to miss the actual spraying it would happen on Saturday. I talked with Big John; I arranged to call him once a day and gave him the emergency number where I could be reached. As I left, I was thinking they'd never finish on time, but Big John assured me they were ahead of schedule. Everything, including the landscaping would be done before next Sunday. Before leaving, I put my phone on the patio for their use.
I drove over to Robert's house to pick up his bicycle that had been left out for me, then to the Wilson's to pick up Amy and her bicycle and we were on our way by 5:30. The small town just outside of camp has a Dr. Pepper drive-in. Think of an A&W drive-in. Now replace the root beer, with Dr. Pepper. This is where we stopped. Not surprisingly several other families on their way to camp were there as well.
We got to camp a few minutes after 6:30. Mark was waiting for me in the parking lot. He ran to me leaping into my arms. "I missed you so much Daddy!" Amy was right there, watching and shaking her head. Mark was trying to get his hand under my belt, but I stopped him by convincing him I knew a better place we could get reacquainted.
Families are asked not to share tents with the Scouts. So Mark grabbed my tent and took my sleeping bag. Amy got her shoulder bag. "Where's your sleeping bag?" I asked.
"I didn't bring one, Mom said I could share yours." I grabbed a light blanket from the Suburban and my overnight stuff.
We got to camp and Mark helped me set up my tent, while Amy had a reunion with Jeff much to his embarrassment as she kissed him in front of all his patrol members. Mark tried to get me inside my tent with him, "Not yet Mark, here fold out my sleeping bag, and the top blanket then we can go for a walk.
The lake is not far from this campsite and on the far side of the swimming cove was an abandoned boat shed. They stored old mattresses in it now. It wasn't locked, and we slipped inside. Mark once more pulled open my pants and slipped them down to my ankles. He started sucking my dick before it ever hardened. Having only my hand for my pleasure the past week, I gave up my load quickly.
"What would you like son?" I asked.
"Would you suck me, then have sex with me?" he said now lying on his back with his legs open.
I laid between his legs and sucked on his penis. Between sucks, I asked, "Did you mean you wanted me to make love to you?" It felt good to have my son in my mouth again.
"No, not this time, I need you to just have sex with me." He cummed easily, but only gave up three pulses of semen. "I see you've been getting your fair share of sex this week."
"Not with you though. Wait, how could you tell?"
"You're volume is a little low. You haven't let your seminal fluids build back up."
I put some of the semen he gave me on my penis and lifted his legs up over my shoulders. Semen is excellent lubricant and I was in him in an instant. I didn't rabbit-fuck him but I didn't waste any time either. I made sure I was hitting his prostate and we had simultaneous orgasms. I pulled out and lowered his legs. I dropped my lips to his stomach and vacuumed up all the puddles of his cum.
"Anything else you want?"
"Yes, but I don't think I can, it will have to wait for later."
We got up, dressed, then walked back to camp. It was nearly time for the Friday night campfire.
We assembled and Senior Patrol Leader Robert led the troop to the campfire arena just off the lake. We family members followed along behind. Friday's fire is always spectacular, flaming arrows on hidden wires light the fire. There's some singing, some skits, and some awards. Camp legends are told, all leading up to the camp ranger telling one of his many stories. Some too scary for family night, some a little risqué, only told to staff, but tonight's story was historical of the fight to bring Texas into the union, told with the emotion only an experienced story teller could bring. Just enough scary moments but didn't leave anyone hanging. The staff all went to the stage and sang the camp song and a Scout played taps off in the distance. The Scouts filed out first and again led the way back to the troop's campsite quickly disappearing into their tents. I saw Amy crawl into the tent she and I would be sharing.
I had been so busy I hadn't even talked with Frankie, Robert or Jeff, or even Scoutmaster Bill. I made the rounds making sure I talked with each one. I said goodnight to Mark and Frankie at the same time, they were, as usual, tent mates.
I went back to my tent and crawled in. It was dark, and I turned on a small battery-operated lantern that provided just barely enough light to see. And what a sight I beheld. Amy had stripped off all her clothes and was lying dead center on the sleeping bag with the blanket below her feet. She was on her back with her legs well spread. As soon as she was sure I had seen her, she asked softly, "Would you give me an orgasm, please?"
I took my clothes off and laid between her legs. I put her legs over my shoulders on my back. I leaned in and licked her perineum, up over her vagina, between her labia and around her clitoris. I went back to start over but lifted her legs even higher. I licked around her anus, then pushed my tongue inside her puckered hole. I moved to her vagina and pressed my tongue in as far as I could extend it. I could not reach where I wanted. Knowing she wasn't a virgin, I removed my tongue and wetted my middle finger. I inserted it in her vagina searching for her G-spot. I licked up through her vulva to her clit again. Now playing with both the internal and external sides of her clitoral nerves, I had her writhing beneath me.
She was making too much noise and I covered her mouth with my hand reminding her she needed to be very quiet, we were surrounded by other families. I continued my onslaught with my tongue and finger till I felt her stiffen. I covered her mouth and nose to keep her from waking the neighbors. Her orgasm crashed over her with a stifled moan, and a release of secretions wetted her vagina.
I must have left the door unzipped, because I realized Frankie was now next to us. I looked over at him.
"Mark told me what you two did in the old boat house. Would you do that with me too?"
I lightly lifted Amy scooting her over to her side of the sleeping bag she was already asleep. I had Frankie lay on my side of the bed. I noticed Frankie had prepared his hole for insertion, so I positioned myself over him, aligned my dick to his butt, and sild up inside him. "Wait a minute," I told him in a whisper, "I don't want you cumming on the bed, turn over, and you can cum on your tummy. I pulled out and raised up, he flopped around under me to the new position and raised his legs for me. I pushed back in him and got down to business just as I had done with Mark and cummed in his rectum. He made his little mess too on his tummy, and I did the same as I did with Mark, I licked him clean making him giggle.
I made him check that the coast was clear before sending him back through camp naked to Mark's tent. I checked on Amy she was sleeping soundly. Ah, the power of the orgasm, natures sleeping pill. Since I had just taken one myself, I laid next to her, pulled up the blanket, and settled in for the night.
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June 21 – 28, 1980
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Early morning is my favorite time at summer camp. Kids are mostly asleep and it's very quiet. I would make some coffee and just sit watching as the day transformed from a calm tranquil, serene scene into total boy-lead chaos. It's wonderful how they figure out the day and get things accomplished. They get everyone out of bed and hold the morning flag ceremony. They arrive as a troop to breakfast and actually look good in their uniforms even though they might be a little smudged and dirty. But these kids are 11 to 18 and they're learning to accomplish this themselves.
I found the coffee Scoutmaster Bill had made and sat at a table to watch the organized confusion. I saw Amy come out of the tent stand up and stretch, as I reacted to stop her from proceeding in her current state of no clothing, she realized she wasn't dressed and ducked back inside the tent. She reappeared a minute later fully dressed. She came over to me and sat in my lap. "You almost messed up there."
"Oh, you saw that. I forget I was naked, it just feels so good."
"I understand. Starting tomorrow morning you get to do that all week." She leaned over and kissed me on the lips.
"What was that for?"
She replied in a hushed voice, "That was for last night, you made me cum three times. That was the first time I've cum three times in a row."
"That was three? I only thought you had one."
"There were two little ones; one was right after you put your finger in me. That felt sooo good. Then I had the big one when you were playing with both inside and outside. Why is it so intense when you put your finger inside my vagina?"
"There are nerve endings in there that are part of the clitoral nerves. All I had to do was find them, then play with them for you while I played with your clitoris. It's called the G-spot."
"Why the G-spot?"
"It's named after a doctor whose name started with G. He did all the research on the sensitive regions within the vagina."
"Well, whatever it's called, that was wonderful Mr. Allen, thank you."
We had to stop talking as Mark and Frankie approached.
"Morning boys."
Mark gave me a big hug and a kiss. "Good morning dad. Have fun last night?"
"I did, and I learned you can't keep a secret from Frankie."
"I don't ever keep secrets from Frankie."
"And from the sound of it, he doesn't keep secrets from you either."
Frankie smiled, "Nope."
Robert was organizing the flag raising, and then led to procession to the dining hall. I and the other visitors straggled along behind heading to the dining hall where we have paid $2.60 for breakfast. This will be the most interesting breakfast of the week as they try to impress the parents that have joined in.
Today's breakfast is a tradition here at camp. We're eating outside today. Each person receives one pancake. It is served on a full size cafeteria tray, they don't make plates big enough to hold these pancakes. They are turned and served with pizza oven spatulas. The competition among the Scouts, particularly the younger ones, is to finish the pancake. The leaders and older Scouts have learned to share with one or two other people, the bloated, over-stuffed feeling that won't go away for hours, just isn't worth it. I warned the boys going with us of how it might curtail their later activities at Sun Ranch, all four split one pancake, a wise decision. I split mine with Amy and we didn't finish half.
Camp needed to be dismantled; personal gear removed to the vehicle taking them home, tents taken down and folded, tents and poles returned to the camp quartermaster. The older Scouts took the lead, the younger Scouts helped and did as they were told and camp disappeared in an orderly fashion. Amid the chaos, Frank, Kerri, and Staci arrived from town. The boys were just forming a line across the camp to do a final sweep through the site assuring there was no trash or anything else left behind. By 10:00 o'clock, our two-vehicle caravan was on our way to Sun Ranch.
Staci, Amy, Jeff, Kerri, and Frank rode in the SUV. Mark, Frankie, Robert, and I were in my Suburban My back end was loaded with food and coolers. Both vehicles were sporting bike racks to be able to get the five additional bicycles up to the Ranch.
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After only a 40 minute ride, we arrived at the office for check-in. Amy and Jeff exited the Wilson's SUV already naked and Frankie and Mark got out of the Suburban clothed, and undressed in the parking lot. The others were a little less anxious to bare it all, but everyone was required to go into the office for the orientation.
We were met by Earl & Gladys, the husband/wife team that owns and runs Sun Ranch. They were of course naked behind the counter. They recognized Amy and Jeff and from that deduced who the rest of us were. They had these plastic wrist straps for each of us to wear like the ones in a hospital, except each was simply imprinted with a bar code on it, which could be used to charge expenses around the Ranch. Earl explained for the kids benefit, how they worked, and if they abused the privilege, purchase restrictions could be placed on the wristband. The youth's bands were already restricted from purchasing any alcoholic beverages from the bar or General Store.
The Wilsons' bands were all connected to the same account, Amy and Jeff's were connected to their parent's account, Mark's was connected to my account, leaving only Robert's charges. I had his connected to my account as well.
Gladys went over all the rules, paying special attention to the children. "Carry a towel with you at all times. Use it when you sit on anything except the ground. For you boys, when you get an erection, cover it with your towel until it goes away, if it won't go away find the nearest restroom and help it go away. Do you all understand what I mean?" All the boys' heads nodded yes. "Absolutely no sexual activity in public although hugs and hand holding are ok. While we are a clothing optional resort, that does not include lingerie, underwear, or suggestive attire. Nudity is mandatory for pool use, except for light sun protection. No photography except with family members, but trying to get the film developed has been reported to the police, so for your own safety, put the cameras away. Lastly, footwear is recommended everywhere. Any questions?
"Ok then, here is a calendar of special activities that covers through the end of the month, and this is a list of daily activities. You can sign up for anything in the recreation center. The most popular activities are already booked through tomorrow already, but after that, everything is open.
"While your unit does have a driveway, we prefer that you park in the dead lot. Too many cars around makes it look like you're still in town.
"The hiking and bike trails start here (pointing on the map), the code for the gate is the first four digits of bar code on your wristband, please make sure the gate closes after you've gone through.
"Any questions at all?"
"So the bike and hiking trails are off the property?" Frank asked.
"Yes, and the horse trails too. Oh, and by the way, for the horse rides, long pants and toe-enclosed shoes are required and long sleeves are highly recommended. We have an agreement with the forest service allowing us to use the trails. We are so far from any other source of humanity, I've never heard of anyone running across another person not from the ranch outside the fence. Any thing else? . . . No? . . . Well, then, have a great week, let us know if you need anything and thank you for coming to Sun Ranch."
Jeff and Amy split up between the two vehicles and had us drive slowly around and through the Ranch. They were our tour guides and pointed out where everything was. We parked in the driveway of the mobile home and unloaded everything destined for inside. Camping gear from Scout camp stayed in the car, but I did notice shoes and long pants were pulled from scout duffels and made it inside. Three of the bicycles were parked beside the house. Cold food was loaded in the refrigerator and the coolers were stored in the SUV.
Frank and I drove the vehicles to the dead lot. "Shall we begin?" Frank asked as he removed his shirt.
"We shall," I replied as I removed mine.
We rode the last two bicycles back to the house where everyone was already undressed. Frank and I went to our respective rooms to put our things away for the week.
We were cooking today and tomorrow to avoid the crowd at the café. Today was hot dogs and burgers for lunch and I started the BBQ and took the meats outside. Robert pitched in and got out all the side dishes and the condiments.
After lunch, the kids decided to go swimming. Kerri, Frank, and I sat in the living room and looked over the materials of upcoming activities then decided to go look around. I took my shoulder bag because I noticed none of the kids put on sun tan lotion before taking off.
We took a leisurely stroll around the grounds. Everywhere we went we were greeted by friendly people. No one stared, not even at Frank, well except a couple five or six-year-old boys who were greatly impressed.
We stopped by the pool and found the kids. Even went swimming for a while. Frank and I swam with the Armadillo Patrol, who had hooked up with five or six other kids their ages. Jeff knew some of these boys from his prior visits. I made our three get out for an application of sun tan lotion. They made a line and one at a time I slathered both hands and applied it to their bodies, everywhere, especially places not used to seeing sunshine. I finished with one and the next one stepped up. More lotion and I repeated the application process. Mark was last and I started applying his protection. I asked him how it was going and he was very enthusiastic. "Did you see Benny's and Keith's dicks? They're not circumcised, just like those pictures Kerri showed us?"
"No, I didn't notice. They were standing in 4 feet of water."
"Oh, yeah. Can we invite them to dinner tonight? They're going home tomorrow before lunch." Mark waved his hand for them to come over. "Dad, I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that." I had one hand on his butt and the other hand was applying lotion over and over to his dick. He was already hard and I hadn't even realized I was doing it.
The two boys joined us. Mark had them stand specifically where they would block anyone's view. "Go ahead Dad, it's not going down on its own." I resumed stroking Mark's excited pole as his new friends watched. "This is Keith, he just turned 14, and this is Benny he's working on 11."
"Nice to meet you boys. How close to 11 are you Benny?" as I let my middle finger push up through Mark's sphincter.
"I'll be 11 in like 10 months," he said with a straight face and few pulls on his own pecker.
"I'm gonna cum!" Mark eked out. Of course, I already knew that by the way Mark's body was reacting.
"Shh!" I warned him, "There are people around." He hips thrust forward and little squirts of cum launched into the grass.
"Would you guys like some lotion too?"
"Yeah, if you'll do that to us too."
Mark and Benny traded places keeping the shield in place. I slathered up my hands again and started at Benny's neck. By the time I reached his shoulders his penis was already excited about the impending attention it would be receiving. I put the lotion all over, leaving his pelvis for last. I ran my hand down his back and between his crack leaving my finger pressed on his pucker. My right hand worked the lotion between his legs and around his sack then up over his little 2 ½"er. I held it with my thumb and two fingers and stroked his little shaft. His foreskin was sliding up and down over his glans with each stroke. Frankie and Mark who had never seen an uncircumcised penis in action before stood there staring. He didn't last long and he started whimpering. His brother reached around him from behind and clamped his hand over Benny's mouth to stifle his moan at the moment of his dry orgasm.
I put another glop of lotion in my palm as they traded places for Keith's turn. He was hard already from watching the first two being jacked off. I started again at the neck and worked my way down. Every time my hand neared his dick, Keith tried to hump it. "You need to stand still Keith, people will figure out what we're doing and I'll be kicked out on my first day." He refrained from further thrusting. I finished the rest of his legs and feet and returned with some leftover lotion in my palm. I grabbed his dick covering it with lotion. Apparently, he had never used lubricant before while masturbating and was quickly on the verge of squirting on the tree next to us. This time it was Mark that had to subdue the sounds of passion coming from his new friend. He tried to explode, but only a couple squirts made launch velocity. He tried, but there just wasn't anything left to squirt. "How many times have you cum, Keith?" I asked.
"Since we got here yesterday after lunch, maybe 10."
"If you expect to have any fun tonight, you better lay off your dick for a while. You're running out seminal fluid. Give your body time to produce more."
"Yes sir, I'll try. But even like this, it still feels good."
As we waited for the last hard-on to soften, we talked about dinner. I told the boys they were welcome for dinner but needed their parent's permission. I pointed out Frank and Kerri sitting in lounge chairs to them, and suggested they introduce their parents to myself or Frank or Kerri. They went back to their group in the water and I moved on looking for the girls.
I ran into Robert first, he was with a group of older boys. He introduced me as his host for the week. He introduced each of the boys, the names of whom I will never remember. I handed him the bottle of sun tan lotion and suggested he use it. He stepped away from the group to apply it and while he did, warned me to be a little less obvious next time. "What do you mean?"
"You just masturbated 3 boys in public. You hid it pretty well, but it wasn't that hard to tell what you were doing." He handed me the lotion and I thanked him for his observation. "The guys are going horseback riding tomorrow morning. I know it's booked up, but they said I should come with them. It's called the Chuck Wagon Ride. Starts before sunrise, breakfast is at a chuck wagon a couple miles out where we get a cowboy breakfast then ride back. Is that ok?"
"You got your jeans, long sleeve shirt, and shoes?"
"Yes `Dad', in my bedroom."
"Ok, have a good time in the morning, I probably won't see you if you have to be at the corral by sun-up."
"Before sun-up actually, I was thinking I should spend the night at Greg's. That way I won't disturb anyone."
"Ok with me as long as I get to meet Greg's parents."
"Not a problem, `Dad' they're one aisle over. They rented one of the permanently parked travel trailers. Are you free after dinner?"
"Sure come get me whenever you're ready."
I continued along looking for the girls. I found them lying in the grass right next to Kerri with Frank who was now sipping what looked to be a margarita. "Who needs sun tan lotion?"
Both girls looked up and said, "I do," in unison. I sat next to Amy and drizzled lotion directly from the bottle in lines from her hand up to her shoulder, down her chest, across her hipbone, down her leg all the way to her big toe. I switched to the other foot and reversed the design to her opposite hand. Then I made a couple squiggly designs on her tummy and chest. "Whose next I called out?"
"Wait a minute, you need to spread it around," she cried in mock surprise.
I covered both sides of her arms as she held them up for me. Using the squiggles I made on her chest, tummy, and abdomen, I was able to cover her from her neck down to her labia as well as both of her sides, which I tickled unmercifully. "Turn over," I ordered and repeated the process on her backside.
"Ok, now whose next?"
"I am, but I want daddy to do me," Staci call out. Frank carefully sat his drink in the cup holder as his daughter stood in front of him. He put it on his hands first before trying to spread the lotion much like I did with the boys. He did spend extra time on the areas that were lighter and needed more protection, places usually covered by her swimsuit. He gave her little chest bumps an extra coating on lotion that made her nipples stand up. His hand on her butt discretely made sure the inside and outside of her anus wouldn't get burned, and in front, double coated her labia and spread some between them as well and covered her perineum in case she tried tanning with her legs spread open.
"Thank you Daddy," she said as she leaned over and kissed him and at the same time, I noticed she made a very quick discrete grab of his glans before she went back to lay beside Amy.
Seems Staci is working on getting that closer relationship with her father just as Frankie is doing.
"Where did you get that drink, Frank?"
He pointed to the walk-up bar on the outside of the café.
I got myself a drink and looked to see what Mark, Jeff, and Frankie were up to. I didn't see them or any of the little group they had attached themselves to. The micro-manager in me wanted to know where they were at all times, but just like my employees, I need to let go, at least a little. I'm sure the group had simply decided to go try out some activity somewhere. I began trying to guess which activity they gone to. My final guess was the knife and axe throwing area. They didn't have that at summer camp.
I told Frank, "Robert is spending the night with a guy named Greg to go on a sunrise horse ride, and I'm going to meet his parents tonight after dinner. Mark and Frankie have invited Keith and Benny to have dinner with us." He acknowledged and was glad the boys were making friends so quickly. "I told them to introduce their parents to either one of us.
"I'm going back to the house. Here, you're now the guardian of the sun block. I'm going to do a little reading. . ."
I took my drink in my red Solo cup with its slice of lime on the rim and walked back to the house, again, meeting along the way some of the most pleasant people and some damn cute little kids. These people are so comfortable here that they even allow their little ones as young as five to play with their friends unsupervised. I wondered if they even realize they are naked.
I was amazed at the control I was exercising over my own arousal. I'd only had a couple occasions where I needed to enlist my towel to hide an offensive erection, and one of them was with the three boys.
I enjoyed a quiet afternoon reading for the first time in a very long time. I realized my work and Scouting had consumed my life. Now that Mark was here, I'm becoming a new man. I think I'm going to slow down more and have some personal time with my son.
Tonight's dinner is BBQ chicken, corn on the cob, sautéed asparagus, baked beans, pasta salad, coleslaw, cornbread with butter & honey, and watermelon. Frank, Kerri, and I had as much fun cooking it as the kids did eating it.
Keith and Benny were perfect guests, remembering their towels and their manners at dinner very politely declining the asparagus as a food the simply didn't care for. But Kerri went into mother mode, insisting they at least try one bite and if they still didn't like it, could spit it out on their plates.
This was one of Kerri's signature dishes. Fresh asparagus, sliced in 1" pieces, then sautéed in olive oil and soy sauce for 3 minutes, leaving the asparagus with a very slight crunch. Served, topped with sesame seeds, and drizzled with soy glaze. It's as good as any I've ever had in the finest Chinese restaurants. After their one bite, they gladly accepted full servings and requested Kerri share the recipe with their mom whose asparagus usually turns out as green mush.
Immediately after dinner, Robert took me along with his stuff for tomorrow morning over to the next row of trailers and found where Greg was staying. The rest of the kids took off for the recreation center. Saturday night is Karaoke night. When I got back from visiting with Greg's parents, Kerri had been looking over the schedule and suggested the Sungo Bingo Parlor for tonight. I haven't played bingo since I was a kid. I'm game.
The sign on the door reminded everyone: `Please not bring children to the Friday or Saturday night games.' Bingo here isn't a game, not the way it's played here. It certainly wasn't the bingo I remember from my childhood. This was cutthroat bingo; these mostly older men and women were in this for the prizes and took no prisoners.
These octogenarian gamers were playing bingo at $10 a game, that's twenty cards spread out in front of them. We were issued ink stampers and each game our barcodes were scanned for the number of sheets we wanted to play. The woman almost made fun of me when I said, "Two please."
We each started with two sheets, and quickly got into the fun of the game. I worked my way up to ten sheets, but was having trouble keeping up with the number calling. I backed off to eight and seemed to handle that number well.
At the end of the evening, Frank had won a Sun Ranch shoulder bag, complete with a Sun Ranch towel, Sun Ranch sun visor, a bottle of sun block, and a pair of flip-flops the perfect accessory kit for the Sun Ranch visitor. I won a game but had to split with two other simultaneous winners. Instead of a large prize basket, three small one were offered. I took the S'mores basket with a telescoping marshmallow roaster, a bag of 2" marshmallows, Graham crackers and a six-pack of Hershey bars.
The big winner among us was Kerri, in the final game of the night, which was a cover-all game, she won second place, which was a refund of everything charged against her barcode. Had she won first place, she would have one-half of all the money collected for that last game. That final prize pool was $220.
We got back about 11:45 after the Parlor shut down at 11:30 and the kids were nowhere in sight, but Dianne told us to expect that, her kids rarely come in before midnight when the rec center officially closed.
We decided not to worry about them and went to bed.
I woke up with a body snuggled up next to me. I never heard him arrive or felt him get in with me. He was laying on his stomach, well his side really, I was on my back. He was using my arm as a pillow and the one leg closest to me was hooked over my leg. His arm and shoulder was across my stomach. His breathing was soft and regular. I envisioned us laying here like this till noon.
But, that was going to be impossible unless someone brought me a urinal bottle. Since I knew that wasn't going to happen I extracted myself from under him and crept to the mini in-suite bathroom. Maybe I should get a 2-liter soda bottle and take that to bed with me. I peed on the sloped side of the toilet bowl to avoid the noise of peeing directly in the water. Guess I could have closed the door, but I'm still not used to that.
Mark came in too standing back, obviously waiting his turn. "Come on in Mark, there's room for two," I said as I shuffled my feet to one side. Mark came up next to me and peed with me. "Be careful Mark, don't cross the light sabers, it would be bad, very bad."
"What do you mean `bad', Dad?" Mark said as he played along.
"Two beams from related sabers would create an infinite feedback loop; all life as we know it would stop instantaneously and every molecule in our body would explode at the speed of light."
"Sure Dad. Important safety tip, thanks." He replied to my made-up Empire Strikes Back scenario. He crossed them anyway. I turned and pissed on his leg. He, in retaliation, pissed on my legs. Thank goodness, our bladders were near empty. We descended into fits of giggles. I pulled a towel, wiped us down, and laid the towel on the floor to soak up the overshoot.
That was another first for me with him. It's fun being a dad. We went back to bed and just cuddled for another hour and we got up about 7:30. We both needed a shower and I need to clean the bathroom floor.
Frank wondered why I was getting a mop out of the utility closet. "Oh, Mark had a little accident, missed the toilet this morning."
"I did not! You peed on my legs first!" he said defending his honor.
Frank looked at me like I was a crazy person. "He crossed the light sabers. Created a feedback loop and knocked us both out of control. There was piss everywhere."
Robert made it home about 8:30 a.m. while we were cooking breakfast. He thoroughly enjoyed the ride, but his teenaged sleep requirements had not been properly satisfied. He mumbled some good mornings and a "You gotta go do the Chuck Wagon," as he passed through taking the bed in the guest room where he hoped no one would bother him until a respectable hour.
All Sunday morning was a busy time at Sun Ranch; there was almost a constant stream of cars leaving. But them leaving is good for us, it opens up the activity areas. Anything we want is available whenever we walk up, except some of the scheduled activities, like bike rides, and the horses of course.
Sunday morning was busy for our kids too. They started attending activities.
In time for lunch Robert emerged from the bedroom, human again, and capable of coherent speech. Over a lunch of hot pastrami sandwiches with dill pickle wedges and oven baked French fries, he told us of his sunrise Chuck Wagon horse ride, and highly recommended that we try it. It sounded like something I wanted to do with Mark and without much convincing talked Frank and Kerri into taking Staci and Frankie. I asked Jeff and Amy if they wanted to go and got an enthusiastic "Oh, hell yeah," from Jeff and excessive rapid head nodding and a giant smile from Amy.
"When you make the reservations, get me and Staci the little horses," Amy requested. I checked the activity schedule and found only two Chuck Wagon Rides available this week, Wednesday and next Saturday. Everybody wanted the Wednesday ride. After lunch, I said I was going to make the reservations.
"Those reservations need to be made in the office with a non-refundable deposit," Robert told me.
"Are you going to go with us again on Wednesday?" I asked Robert.
"Nah, that's ok. I'm good."
"Would you go again, if it was free?"
"Oh, yeah, sure, but it's like $30 per person.
I took one of the bikes, even used the towel on the bike seat. First stop was the office where I made reservations for all nine us for the Chuck Wagon Ride, two of them with the little horses. I made reservations for 6:30 Monday dinner at the café. I also arranged a special picnic lunch for the birthday boy at the lake on Tuesday, Frankie was turning 13.
Next stop was the pay phone and called my home collect at the arranged time of 1:00 p.m. Big John answered and filled me in that everything was progressing on the accelerated schedule. They would be done Friday afternoon or Saturday morning. I thanked him for his time and told him I'd call back Wednesday at the same time. `See,' I said to myself, `you don't have to micro-manage everything let the man and his crew do their jobs.'
After my call, I rode the bike back to the mobile home, which we were now just calling it the house, and enjoyed the air-conditioning for a few minutes before Frank and Kerri convince me to accompany them. The kids were off as a group attacking more activity areas, and we just leisurely walked around. We spotted them at the Sun Worshipers Miniature Golf course and wandered over. They acknowledged our existence and went back to their putting. We decided it looked like fun and picked out equipment to play too. We were following them around the course a few holes behind them. They let the few people between their group and us play through so we could catch up. We mixed the groups up, I finished the round with Frankie, Staci, and Robert while Frank and Kerrie played with Mark and Jeff and Amy.
Around 3:00, another phenomenon occurred, cars were arriving, and families were checking in. What we found out was the regulars arrive Sunday afternoon after most weekenders had gone home and stay through Friday afternoon, leaving before the next group of weekenders arrives. It wasn't a constant stream of cars, but a good steady trickle.
By evening there were maybe 150 guests on the Ranch, much less busy than the weekend when there were over 300.
Sunday evening we used my bingo winnings of the s'mores kit while sitting around a campfire with wood provided by the camp, for a fee of course, but I wouldn't expect anything less. The kids told each other stories and tried to make up a story about the Sun Ranch murderer.
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I was up early and made the coffee. With my first cup in hand, I moved out to the porch to enjoy the arrival of a new day, much like my mornings in Scout camp, still peaceful and quiet while the sun rises. Frank joined me in the lounge chair next to me. While somewhat unexpected his visit was not unappreciated.
"Good morning Allen. Whacha thinking about?"
"How lucky I am. I'm on vacation with my son. Frank, MY SON! How much more fuckin' lucky can I be! We've had a couple of wonderful days.
"How's your fantasies Allen? Still fighting those demons?"
"Not at all Frank, ever since the night Mark became my son, I stopped having them."
"Ready to come back as Scoutmaster yet?"
"Oh God no, not a chance. I'm having too much fun learning to be a father. I have 12 years of parenting skill to catch up on."
"Don't give me that shit; you're a better parent than most that have raised a boy to 13. Every day, they're having to make it up or figure it out as they go; you've had 13 to 17-year-old boys around for 5 years. Hell, you know how they're going to screw up before they even have a chance to do it. Which allows you to be there for them when they fall."
"That one kid still broke his arm though. I guess never thought of it that way. You're right, I don't need to learn how change a baby's diaper or any of that preteen parenting stuff."
"You did have to learn how to treat diaper rash for that one boy who was still wetting the bed at camp and decided to try wearing diapers."
"That's true, but as their Scoutmaster I got to send them home to their mommies when I got tired of wiping their butts."
"Oh, you never had to wipe any body's butt."
"Close! I've taught three different boys over the years how to properly wipe their ass, including Mark, after noticing excessive skid marks in their underwear."
"You're kidding, right? I'd like to have those parents in my courtroom."
"No, all three had never been taught how to do it. I shit you not!"
"Your puns are lame, you know."
"Sorry `bout that one, I couldn't resist."
After breakfast, the boys all took bikes on the trails in the hills outside of camp. I told them to meet us in the café for lunch at 12:00 or find something to eat on their own at the snack bar. Dinner was mandatory in the café at 6:00 we have reservations.
Our morning alone with the young girls was a shopping expedition, we checked out every place that sold stuff: The Sun Ranch General Store, Sunny's Café, the Sun Springs Watering Hole, the Sun Stuff Shoppe, I was quickly recognizing a theme to the naming conventions here. We even discovered the Sun Ranch Museum where pictures over the 56-year history of Sun Ranch were displayed. We took a pass on the Sunthing To Eat Snack Bar and walked past the Sun Drenched Laundry and the Alaska Sun Ice Cream Wagon. Later we discovered we missed two, the Sun Baked Bakery inside Sunny's Café and the Sun-Fun Recreation Center. One we couldn't get into was the Not-So Sunny Theater; they didn't open till later tonight or on rainy days. We finished up at the Suncraft lodge and purchased materials to make our plastic bracelets into cloth bracelets. Mine was starting to chafe my wrist; the ones we made were much more comfortable, kinda like a friendship bracelet that held the barcode portion of our plastic bracelet.
We didn't see the boys at lunch but had every confidence that they would not let themselves starve, but I couldn't shake the feeling that that one of them, Mark most likely, was lying in a ravine bleeding from a bike accident.
The young ladies wanted to play in the 1:00 p.m. kick-ball game organized by the staff. Kerri, Frank, and I were the cheering squad for whoever was up to bat. We cheered like crazy when anyone successfully kicked the ball. We did see the boys ride through camp with three other riders about 2:00 headed to the Frisbee Golf course, they even waved at us. I looked and didn't see any signs of blood.
After an enthusiastic kick-ball game, swimming was almost a necessity and we ended up in the pool, and Frank and I ended up with a Mai Tai to soothe our strained vocal chords from all our yelling. Kerri even departed from her norm of alcohol-free drinks and soothed her own chords with a Piña colada.
I got to do the sun tan lotion again on Amy while Staci had her daddy protect her light skin. Amy ended up lying on top of me squishing my penis between us. She sure did wiggle around a lot. I swear that if she had been older, my penis would have ended up IN her vulva instead of just pressing into her vulva. I think she was masturbating herself on my lump of a penis.
6:00 rolled
around and as hungry boys do, the guys arrived on their bikes in time to eat
dinner with us. We had a large table and had a good meal, defined by a good
time, exuberant conversation about the day's activities, sharing and just
having each other's company for over an hour. Waiting for our food we were
entertained by several signs posted around the room, many of them nudist jokes,
among our favorites were:
"What does a nudist do when their glasses get dirty?"
"Pickpocket went to a nudist beach...He went broke."
"What do nudists pack for vacation? Just the bare necessities."
"I recently joined a nudist colony, the first week was hard."
Kerri particularly liked "Anyone have any clothes they need washed?"
The food was decent, milkshakes were excellent, and it was easier than making it ourselves. Dinner that night made me realize the importance of a family dinner, and I made a silent vow: to as frequently as possible have sit-down dinners with Mark.
Monday night is one of the movie nights at the rec center and all the kids planned to go. Tonight's movie starts early, 7:00 p.m. and is PG so the younger ones can attend and get home while they're still awake. At dinner, Kerrie announced that she would like everyone to return to the house to continue the discussion started Sunday on the nude swim experiment weekend.
"Robert kinda raised his hand and asked, "Umm, did I miss something? What discussion are you talking about?"
"Yeah, Robert we had a session on sex education after you left Sunday, but didn't have time to complete it. I assumed that you would already know the stuff we covered, being 16 and all." Kerri said.
Robert looked down at the floor a bit and admitted, "My parents NEVER talk about sex, at least with me. So only what they've told us in school and what I've picked up."
"Well than," Kerri said with an upbeat tone, "time for plan `B'. Forget about tonight everyone. Robert how about just you and I get together sometime catch you up to speed and some other night we'll all get together to finish up the discussion. Is tomorrow ok? I didn't check the schedule."
I looked at what we had planned. "No, tomorrow's not good (it's Frankie's birthday), Wednesday is movie double-feature night."
"Why don't I skip the movie tonight and meet with you after dinner sometime?" Robert suggested.
"That works for me, what about the rest of you?"
"We were going to Bingo tonight, we can still do that, and after the movie, the rest of you join us in the Bingo Parlor, except for Robert and Kerrie. You two can have till 11:15 together." I suggested.
Lots of head nodding seemed to indicate group acceptance of my suggestion.
We were in the Sungo Bingo Parlor when the kids came in. Robert waited by the door and Kerri excused herself after giving her two a peck on the cheek. She and Robert left.
Bingo mid-week is more like the bingo of my youth. The games are smaller since there are less people in camp, the prizes are smaller since there's less cards sold, and based on age of the players, the games are called slower so the kids can keep up, and there is a limit of five cards per game to limit the greedy oldsters from monopolizing the game. We made sure the four kids with us all won something even if we had to switch cards with them. We weren't the only ones that did that. This is the Bingo I remember from my childhood this was Bingo for fun.
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For this part of the story, I had to ask
Kerri. The following is her account as
told by her of their evening together.
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Robert was waiting for me by the entrance to the Bingo Parlor. He and I started walking in silence so I struck up a conversation to lighten the mood. "So tell me a little about yourself Robert. What do all the girls at school want to know about you?"
"Well, I really couldn't care less what they want to know."
"Ok, what should I know about you?"
"Well I think you already know that I'm an only child. My parents don't discuss sex, at least with me. I assume they do behind closed doors, I mean I'm here aren't I?
"I really like Scouting and working with the boys and all."
"Tell me about high school." Kerri asked.
"Not much to tell. I'm kind of a loner. I don't play sports or do much of anything else. I have a few friends, just a few guys I hang out with."
"Any girlfriends?"
"I have one friend that just happens to be a girl, but we're not that kind of friends, she's in one of my classes. That's all."
"So planning on going to Prom?"
"No!" an emphatic answer that told Karri to move on.
"So tonight, we're going to be talking about sex education, you ok with that?"
"Well, yeah. It's like science and I like science, I'm carrying an `A' grade in class."
"Oh, that's good. What about the rest of your grades?"
"Mostly `A's, a couple `B's. I don't care for World History and I'm struggling in Spanish a little."
"Did you have sex education in school this year?"
"Yeah, if you can call that sex education."
"What was it like?"
"A one-hour talk by our gym teacher who wanted to be there less than we did. He was so embarrassed."
"Well, let's see if I can do a better job," I said as we entered the house. "Get yourself a drink if you want and I'll meet you in the living room in a minute, I have to get the materials."
I ran back to our bedroom and got Allen's book and a couple of poster's I'd brought and the box of condoms.
In the kitchen, Robert was still standing in front of the refrigerator.
"Try the freezer, there's some ice cream sandwiches."
He looked and took one out, "Would you like one too?" he asked.
I did. He brought me one too and we sat on the couch about a foot apart, with the coffee table in front of us. "Is this ok? Or would you rather I sit in the chair?"
"You're ok; I'm not intimidated by girls, or women in your case," he said with a slight smile.
"We're going to cover what I did with the rest of the group on that Sunday. It took considerably longer then with all five of them, each taking a turn."
"Oh, so this isn't a lecture then," he stated rather than asked.
"No, I don't believe in them. This is going to be very interactive where in a school setting I'd be arrested. So please don't go home and tell all your friends about this, or about this whole week for that matter. If I make you uncomfortable at all, say something and we can stop. Ok?"
"No problem."
"Let's start with the boy body parts." I opened a poster of the male reproduction system, and went through the basics. I asked Robert to try to use the proper names for at least the remainder of the evening. I covered the external parts and at times using the same pencil, pointed out parts on his anatomy. I had Robert name the same parts with as many street names as he could. He even knew a couple I didn't.
I moved on to the internal parts. Using Allen's book with the detail pictures, I had Robert feeling his own equipment. I would point to something in the picture and Robert would find it on himself. Again, Robert was able to provide a significant number of alternate names for the boy bits and his external structure never reacted the entire time.
I showed him one more image, the one of two penises, one with, and one without their foreskins. "Those two kids that had dinner with us this weekend looked like that." Robert pointed out and I explained the differences and the whys.
I opened another poster of the female reproduction system and highlighted the major parts the breasts and vulva. "The external female body is a lot less interesting than the male. Everything interesting is inside."
"Well it is still ok to look at, but not as nice as boys." Robert added.
I mentioned we'd cover the breasts with the whole group later.
I went and got a high chair from the breakfast counter and had to move the coffee table to sit where I wanted, more in front of Robert. I sat on it and opened my legs. "You ok? Any questions so far." He shook his head. "Ok then, let's talk about the female body, shall we." Robert showed no emotion as he continued eye contact with me. I thought he was just avoiding looking.
As I showed you on the poster, the vulva is the protection for the internal parts. These outer lips are called the Labia Majora in Latin, or in English the major lips. You'll notice my inner lips or the Labia Minora, or minor, actually stick out a little. I've had two babies, and that has a tendency to stretch things out a bit."
"I noticed some of that down at the pool. Some older women are really wavy and stick out down there."
"That's right Robert, children, age, and gravity are all conspiring against us like that." Robert smiled at my little joke. "Let's take a look inside."
I reached in with both hands and pulled myself open, a view I know Robert had ever seen. I started to explain the inner parts but without my pointer, I was having a hard time.
"Robert, when I did this with our group of children, Frank helped me by holding me open, would you mind if I got closer and had you help me do that?"
"Sure whatever you need."
I stood, pulled the chair closer to where Robert could reach me, sat back down, and pulled myself open again. "What do you need me to do?" Robert asked.
"If you can, take your left hand and hold my right Labia, with your thumb that would be perfect." Robert scooted to the edge of the couch and replaced my hand holding my Labia open. I grabbed the pencil again.
"The Labia are really soft Mrs. Wilson," Robert observed.
"Please, you've been calling me Kerri all week so far."
"Well, Mrs. Wilson seems more appropriate at the moment."
"I understand Robert, whatever makes you comfortable." With the pencil, I pointed out the interior features and encouraged Robert to gently run his finger along the Labia with his other hand.
"This feels like silk, no wonder boys like to play with this."
I pointed out the urethral opening then the vaginal opening. "Wet your middle finger in your mouth Robert." I think he knew what he was about to do and got his finger soppy wet with saliva. "Now put it in where I'm pointing with the pencil." He moved his finger next to the eraser and slowly inserted it. "Aim a little below straight in, the vagina, which you are now in, runs in then up through the center of the body."
"This is amazing, so soft and warm. This is where the penis goes during intercourse, right?"
"Correct Robert." He reached full insertion when his other fingers reached the vulva. "I want to show you something I didn't show the others. It's something an older boy should know. Curl your finger along the front wall of the vagina. Like this," I said as I demonstrated the `come here' finger movement. "This action can help you find a woman's G-spot."
I looked down at his front. His scrotum and penis were hanging down over the edge of the couch cushion. No indication of arousal as he stimulated the inner wall of my vagina. He was being clinical.
"This is good to know Mrs. Wilson if I ever need to do that. Can I share this with the other boys, maybe later? I know Mark is trying to learn how to make a girl orgasm. The G-spot is important for that, isn't it?"
"Yes it is, and yes you can share, but you don't need to mention where you learned it please.
"There is one more part I'd like to show you, if you would slowly pull your finger out." He extracted his finger. "Put that finger at the top of the vulva, where the two sides come together, see how there's like a little hood? Put your finger under it and feel around and tell me what your feel."
"There's like a little hard bump in there. What is that?"
"That is the clitoris Robert, the only part of the human body whose sole function is to give sexual pleasure. The male can stimulate it any way he wants, a finger, thumb, tongue, penis, whatever."
I explained how the female will often stimulate it herself to enhance the sexual experience, sometimes it's the only way she can orgasm."
"So like boys who stroke their penis to masturbate, girls rub their clitoris to . . . what do they call it?"
"They call it masturbate as well. Girls can even masturbate without removing their clothing. You can take your finger out now, not that I don't enjoy what you're doing. Let's take a little break and you can wash up." As he walked to the kitchen sink, I'm sure I saw him lick his finger before he washed his hands.
"Mrs. Wilson, your vagina isn't all that large, it was snug around my finger, and well, Mr. Wilson is very large. . . I'm mean how can he. . ."
I stopped the awkwardness at that point, "You're asking how Frank and I can have intercourse. You do know how babies are born don't you?"
"Well I've never seen it, but I have a general idea."
"The baby comes down out of the uterus through the cervix and out the vagina, the same place you finger just was, and a baby is way bigger than a finger, or even Frank's penis. The birth canal, as it is called, is very elastic. It stretches out and retracts back.
Robert came back and sat down with a look on his face like he was trying to imagine what I just said.
I had removed the bar stool and put the coffee table back. So again, we sat together on the couch. "Now that we've covered the external parts, I want to return to the male internal workings." Using Allen's book again I turned to the detail page of the internal male parts and discussed the production of each of the various glands. How during an ejaculation they all worked in combination to produce the semen expelled during the ejaculation.
"You know, the human body is a complex and wonderful machine, and each species is similar, but at the same time different with the same result, continuation of the species."
"You're very astute Robert, it is all very interesting.
"So you're very aware that you are capable of getting a girl pregnant and be responsible for that baby."
"That's not very likely to ever happen."
"As I was saying; or entering into a relationship where diseases could be passed from one partner to another, boy to boy, or girl to boy, or vice versa. With all the diseases out there, you need to be aware and take steps to protect yourself. You need to know how to practice safe sex." I picked up the box of condoms laying on the coffee table. "Condoms are the best way, short of never having sex, to protect yourself from becoming a father or catching someone else's Sexually Transmitted Disease or STD for short. Have you ever put a condom on before?
"No ma'am."
"Robert, no woman ever wants to be called ma'am."
"No, Mrs. Wilson."
"Better, but only for the next 15 minutes then we go back to Kerri, ok?"
"Yes, . . . Ok. Almost said ma'am again."
"I'd like you to try one now. Put it on and take it off, afterwards, and throw it away properly. The other boys have already done this, so please try not to be too embarrassed."
"So are you going to help me then?"
"If you need me too, I will."
"I have no idea how to do this, my dad never, . . ."
"Would you rather Allen or Frank help you? I can make that happen."
"No, I'd rather do this now."
"Ok, then take one out and let's begin." Robert opened the box and extracted one of the foil packets. He read the outside, tore it open, and removed the condom.
"Now what?" he asked.
"Well now you set it on top of your penis." He pulled his penis up with his other hand, but his penis was still flaccid.
"You need to put it on an erect penis, son." I said.
"Oh, guess I'm getting ahead of myself." He switched hands and rubbed his shaft for almost a minute till he was almost fully erect.
"Ok, that's good. Set the condom on top so that it looks like a little hat, that allows the outside to roll down the sides." He studied it a moment to decide which way would make that happen and placed it on the top of his glans. "Next you need to pinch tip of the condom to leave a little bit of space at the top to collect your semen. Yeah, that's good, now roll it down as far as it will go. See, there you are, all done. You're ready for protected sex.
"So taking if off is the next step, well, after using it I mean, so how about you, um. . . finish what you started there. I can go in the other room while you masturbate."
"Oh, you want me to fill it before I take it off?"
"Well, yeah, removing it without spilling any is kinda important."
"Nah, that's ok, shouldn't take more than a couple minutes." So he sat there on the couch rubbing his shaft, it got plenty hard but the mood wasn't right and after a few minutes, "Sorry, it's just not working for me right now."
I went and sat next to him again, "You're trying too hard. Sit back, relax and close your eyes, get your favorite jerk-off fantasy going in your head." He laid back on the cushions in the corner of the couch and started again. I said, "I've always found that someone else's hand is better than your own." I reached over and replaced his hand with my own and resumed stroking him. "If this is too weird, I can stop." He shook his head. Three strokes later and his hips started matching my strokes his butt coming up to meet my hand. He started soft little moans and the moans got louder and longer.
"Oh fuck, I'm cumming! Guuuuhhhhh, aaaahhhhhh escaped his lungs as six strong ropes of thick, pure white cum filled his condom. I kept stroking slowly and squeezed everything up out of his urethra then slowed to a stop. Robert was totally relaxed and breathing heave trying to catch his breath. "That was the most incredible cum I've ever had. You're right about someone else's hand."
"You know Staci or Amy would do that for you."
"You think Mark or Frankie or Jeff would do it?"
"Yeah, I'm sure they would if you asked."
That was the point I realized we had a sexual novice who was probably gay on our hands.
After allowing him to relax, relishing the afterglow of an incredible cum for a few minutes, I nearly had to wake him. "We need to get this thing off you Robert, last step."
He sat up and looked down at the balloon end of the condom. "Looks like I should have left a little more room at the end."
"Yeah, but a good condom can hold it. Let's get that off you." He sat up his penis once again draped down over the edge of the couch and well on its way to the normal flaccid state. "Now that you've softened a little, hold the tip where all the semen is, roll it back down as much as you can till you can pull it off while holding both the tip and the ring. Now tie it in a knot and throw it in the trash, NOT a toilet. You still need to be careful, all the semen on your penis still has viable sperm in it so keep it away from any vaginas till you can clean it off, and wash your hands too.
"Everything else we talked about that Sunday was just an overview of what we're going to talk about later with the whole group so we're done for now. You're free to do whatever you like. I suggest you at least get a drink of water, sex and good hydration go hand-in-hand." We finished at 5 minutes to 11:00 only took us 2 hours to cover the material it had taken the others 3 hours to complete.
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The above part about Robert's sex
education was Kerri's account as told
by her of their evening together, since
only she and Robert were there.
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Mid-week Bingo ends at 11:00 and the rest of us got back about 11:15 talking and laughing loudly mostly about the Bingo games, our prizes, and tomorrow's day at the lake. The three boys and Amy rode the bikes slowly enough that those of us walking could keep up. Staci got to ride sitting on her daddy's shoulders. His neck bones gently massaging her vagina as she humped her vulva on his spine on each step.
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I was establishing my routine similar to summer camp with the Scouts. I was up before anyone else. On my way to the kitchen, I discovered the girls had moved into the guest room by themselves, so I checked in the Boy's room and saw the four of them were sharing the two lower queen beds. Mark was sleeping with Robert and Frankie was sleeping with Matt. OK. I wondered what was up with the girls but I really didn't care. It seems that things like that have a way of working out for themselves.
I made the coffee and moved out to the front porch. The sun wasn't up yet. This chaparral environment between shrub plants that thrive in the dry summers and the pine trees of the higher elevations tends to be cool in the mornings and today was no exception. Being nude wasn't an excuse to wimp out and I planted my naked ass on the lounge chair that felt colder than the surrounding air temperature. The coffee felt good on my hands and in my throat. I only needed to survive a few minutes and the warming rays of the sun would peek over the mountains in the distance and drive the daytime temps up into the high 80s. But for now, it was in the low 60s.
Today, Kerri joined me, but she's a wimp. She's wearing a terrycloth floor-length robe to keep her warm. But I'm not going to hold that against her.
"I had a wonderful conversation with Robert last night," she stated.
"Oh, anything interesting?" I asked
"From a sex education perspective, he's in a worse situation than Jeff and Amy's mom. Absolutely zero education, hardly even a basic understanding of part names, only what he picked up from school or on the playground."
"Wow, just think, in a couple years he could be off to college and the big bad world. What's wrong with parents these days?"
"What do you think of Robert?" Kerri asked.
"He's an excellent Senior Patrol Leader."
"Not that way, as a person I mean."
"He's a great kid, good student, keeps his nose clean, no sketchy friends that I know of, not big into sports, I'm not sure what you're look for."
"What do you think of him as a sexual being?"
"We don't do sex in Scouts, only thing I ever noticed was that he's a bit of an exhibitionist in the shower room at summer camp. Why did he say something last night?"
"He didn't say anything specific, if that's what you mean. But there was an accumulation of little things he said. He told me he likes working with the boys. He couldn't care less what girls think of him. He's a loner with few friends, only one is female, and she's just a classmate. I asked if he was going to Prom and got a resounding NO. He told me boys were nicer to look at than girls. When we talked about accidental pregnancy, he said that wasn't likely to happen ever, it wasn't what he said, it was the way he said it, as if he wouldn't ever touch a girl.
When we did the internal vulva, I had him help hold me open; he had no sexual response. I allowed him to put a finger in my vagina; again no sexual response. When we did the condom thing, he had to stroke his penis for a minute just to get it hard. I had to help him achieve an ejaculation he couldn't get there himself. When he said he liked someone else's hand, I suggested Staci or Amy might help him, he asked if Mark, Frankie, or Jeff would do it. The entire time we talked about sex, except for the condom part, his penis was completely flaccid, almost the whole two hours!
"So he didn't come right out and say it, but I'm guessing he's a hiding-under-the-clothes-in-the-far-back-corner-of-the-closet gay. Either that or he doesn't realize he's gay." Kerri surmised.
"Wow, that's interesting. I've never noticed before since I only known him in the scout environment. But now that you mention it, there have been other incidents of a similar nature.
"At the experiment weekend, he arrived with an erection, but when Staci sat in his lap and asked to hold his penis, he stayed flaccid, he never paired up with a girl that weekend.
"I think his dad suspects. He hoped Robert would meet some girls this week, he didn't say other kids, he said girls. I know that's thin, but he did bring it up.
"Wow." I said, not knowing to respond.
"That's all? Just wow?"
"I don't know what else to say or what any of us can do about it. I mean other than be his friend and be there for him. Did you tell Frank?" I asked
"Yeah, after we went to bed, that's why he's not out here with you this morning; we talked till 2:00 a.m."
"Just talked?"
"Well, maybe a little more than just talk. But talking about Robert brought it up." She said with a sly smile.
The sun rose while we were talking and I didn't even notice. I did notice when I ran out of coffee and we headed inside. Frank was up and he had started breakfast. Bacon, cheesy eggs with salsa and more bacon mixed in, toast or Pop Tarts, and all the regular drinks.
Today we're headed out to Sunstar Lake. The Ranch runs a concession out there with rowboats, canoes, small sailboats, and fishing poles. There's a dock that borders a roped-off swimming area with a floating platform at the limit of the swim area and you are allowed to dive off it.
After bringing one of the SUVs back to the house we packed some boxes in the back end and a cooler with drinks we indicated that the boxes contained food, we didn't say lunch, but may have inferred that, one actually did have food in it, snacks mostly.
All during breakfast, we ignored Frankie's attempts to get us to acknowledge that today he turned 13. He even tried whistling the birthday song. When he started showing physical signs of his disappointment, his mother took pity on him and we all wished him a happy thirteenth birthday and sang the song he had tried to whistle.
With towels, hats, sunscreen, my book, and various other necessities, all nine of us crammed into my suburban intended for six with the rear seat missing for the drive to the lake. The trip to the lake was quick, we exited the ranch enclosure and turned on Sunstar Lake Road, and followed it up into the pines, over a ridge, and down into the adjacent valley where the 15-acre forest service lake was located. It was an idyllic setting.
We checked in with the attendant and after his explanation of available activities, we staked our claim to two picnic tables.
The kids commenced being kids and Robert commenced being their mother hen as they played in the warm waters of the lake, with Robert watching over them. Frank and I rented a couple canoes for the day and took everyone out onto the lake, even letting the kids do the paddling.
At 11:00 Robert, as arranged took the boys on a little hike that would keep them away from the picnic area for about an hour. The caterer showed up at 11:15 right on schedule.
They proceeded to decorate the area around our tables with banners in the trees, signs on poles, and streamers everywhere. They covered the tables with birthday themed tablecloths and we set out the gifts on one end of the table. They even had those stupid little birthday hats at each place setting.
They boys were a little late getting back. It seems Frankie had asked each of them for a specific present. According to Mark, while they were at the overlook they hiked to, Frankie asked each of them to have sex with him. Jeff fucked him first, then Robert, Frankie loved every inch of it. But when it was Mark's turn, he made love to him. Mark's words, not mine. He returned the love to Mark, and promised the other two, that he'd pay them back before the day was out.
When we saw them come out of the woods on to the trail beside the lake, the catering crew started putting out the food and drinks. Frankie was leading and when he realized the decorations were a party for him, he took off on a dead run, right into his daddy's arms. It was a great surprise picnic birthday lunch. You could hardly call it lunch, they had 4 different appetizers, fried chicken, creamy coleslaw, hot baked beans, macaroni and cheese, warm biscuits with butter and honey, lemonade and ice tea.
After lunch, they brought out a big birthday cake and we all sang to him again. They served the cake then brought out the ice cream from the battery-operated freezer.
After only a small portion of the cake was consumed, it was time for Frankie to open his gifts. With the abandon of a normal 13-year-old, he tore into the wrappings of each one. Each was what he just wanted and thanked everyone with kisses even though most were from mom and dad, one from Staci and one from Mark and I. Our gift had an extra item in the box, a single `C' cell battery. It was unrelated to the main gift, it didn't need batteries. But as soon as he saw it, he looked over at Mark, then at me with the biggest smile on his face.
The caterer packed up all the leftover food and returned it to the house where we had left the door unlocked in anticipation of this. They did all the clean-up and hauled away all the trash. Easiest birthday party I've ever thrown. Well, Frank paid for it, but it was my idea.
All afternoon there were more boat rides, swimming, relaxing, hiking, and book reading. We were the last group still at the lake and I got to watch Frankie pay Robert back. Robert was sunning himself on the end of the dock lying face down. Frankie noticed and prepared himself. He walked out next to Robert, and asked if he could lay down too. Robert said something affirmative and Frankie laid down, not next to Robert, on Robert's back, his dick already poking in Robert's crack. Robert spread his legs and Frankie wormed his way into Robert's hole.
I had watched the whole thing. If anyone just glanced their way, they would have just seen a cute scene of one boy lying on another boy's back. But if you watched closely, you would see Frankie's butt ever so often, rise and fall, once. That went on for several minutes and I actually started reading again. Then Frankie got to a point where he couldn't do it only once, and he was pounding on Robert, his cute butt rising and falling as fast as he could pump his dick in Robert's ass. Then just as suddenly, everything stopped and Frankie was perfectly still on his back.
Finally, Robert rolled over dumping Frankie next to him on the dock, and took his own penis in his hand stroking it furiously. Even from where I was sitting, I saw the plumes of semen launch near vertically, arc over to fall on Robert's chest. Again they laid side-by-side a while, before both got up and dove into the swimming area to clean themselves.
When the boys returned to the beach from their swim, Frank announced it was time to go, and everyone pitched in gathering up our stuff. Frankie got the now empty box that had contained his presents out of the back to put his opened gifts back in it.
Back in the house, Frankie was trying to act all innocent when he came up to Mark and I. "Ya know, there was this extra battery in my gift from you, and it doesn't fit the gift so I was kinda wondering if maybe you might know where it might fit?"
"Humm, maaayyybe . . . there might . . . just happen . . . to be another gift in the bedroom somewhere."
Frankie and Mark tore off for the bedroom in search of what they were pretty sure they would find. It was stashed in the closet not really hidden. I could hear the paper tearing and the giddy sounds of young teen boys with a new toy. They now had matching vibrators. Mark's was shiny silver chrome. Frankie's was a bright gold, so they could tell them apart. I heard it come to life so I knew the second battery had been added. They didn't come back out for several minutes. When they did, I was in the kitchen packaging the leftovers in better storage containers. Frankie came up to me wrapping his arms around me thanking me for his gift. I got a kiss too, he pulled my penis up and kissed me right on top of the glans.
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I watched Robert all day while we were at the lake, he was very attentive to the group of younger children. He didn't shy away from the girls. When he was picking the kids up and throwing them off the dock, with the girls his hands were confined to their butts, with the boys he copped a feel of their equipment every time, and they were loving it.
That evening all the kids went to the recreation center where the ranch was sponsoring Sun Jeopardy, whatever that is. We told them to be in bed and ASLEEP by 9:00. We have a very early morning tomorrow.
Sunrise this morning is at 6:24 which meant we needed to be dressed in long pants, hard shoes, and a long sleeve shirt at the corral at 5:30 a.m. to be matched up with to our horse for the Breakfast Ride. That's early, even for me. I did notice every room had an alarm clock, so I went around and set them all to 5:10, allowing us 20 minutes to dress and walk to the corral.
Within the same minute, all four alarm clocks went off jarring us awake and sending the two girls and myself to my bathroom, the four boys to the hall bath, and Frank and Kerri to their in-suite bath. I did give the girls a few minutes before I went in to hurry them along and allow myself to pee, even though they hadn't vacated the room yet. They know what a penis does. Dressing took place quickly as everyone had set out clothes last night before turning in.
It actually felt strange walking in clothes again. Everything was constricted, and felt tight. But better this than blisters and bruised balls from riding a horse naked. We arrived on time. The only other riders today was a father and his two sons, both of whom our group knew, in fact they were two of the boys on the bikes yesterday.
The wrangler already had our horses saddled and ready for final adjustments, using the reservation information I provided. He worked on the kids first introducing each to their horse and making minor adjustments to stirrup lengths. Then it was the adults turn. Kerri was easy, similar horse as Robert since they are the same height and weight. I and the other father were of a similar build and were paired to similar horses larger than Robert's and Kerri's. Last was Frank. Frank is a bigger man 220 pounds give or take. He was given a draft horse, one of the larger breeds. That sucker was a huge beast. Frank towered over us sitting on the magnificent animal.
By 5:55, we were on our way. The wrangler led off and told us not to force our horse into line, and that they had a certain order they liked and would naturally get in line. Off in the distance the eastern sky was beginning to lighten and there was several high clouds, should be great for a sunrise. I had my instamatic camera in my shirt pocket.
We rode for maybe 20 minutes among the pine trees and the early morning quiet. We arrived at a lookout that commanded the view of a valley running slightly south of due east. We stopped, dismounted, and the wrangler helped us tie up to a hitching post. "We'll be staying here several minutes this is the best view for a sunrise, which will be in about 10 minutes. The high clouds were already picking up the pink glow of the morning sun. I used to opportunity to take some pictures of the kids with their horses. Frankie and Mark wanted pictures of them sitting on their horse naked and I confirmed with the wrangler that we had time and it was ok with him. The boys stripped completely and I helped them up on their horse taking their pictures. The wrangler watch with amusement and said after we got back, they could pose naked bareback on a different horse. The kids loved the idea and were anxious for it to happen.
I got them down and dressed just in time for the official time of sunrise. The clouds did their job perfectly reflecting the sun's rays into multiple colors for a spectacular sunrise.
We got back on our horses and started up again headed for breakfast. This time the horses chose a slightly different order and I now had Amy behind me. Horse rides are fun, I'll admit that, but the real fun for me was watching the fun the kids were having, even Robert on his second ride this week. I had to keep turning around to see Amy.
Amy appeared to be really enjoying the ride. She liked to ride with her eyes closed and her face lifted up to the sky. One time I looked and could see why she was enjoying so much. Just as I turned her face change from the peaceful face to a scrunched up face with her mouth hanging open, I watched as her teeth clenched in the obvious signs of an orgasm. She didn't scream, but I did hear some light moans. I was quick enough and managed to take a picture of it in progress. We'll have to see how that comes out.
I kept an eye on her without being too obvious for the 30-minute trip to an open meadow. I saw it happen at least one more time. We entered it from the far side and across the meadow was an authentic antique old-west chuck wagon. Complete with a canvass cover and an open chuck box. There was an added matching canvass tarp that covered the cooking area right up to the open fire where an old coffee pot hung over the coals.
The cook was a real-looking cowboy too, dressed in traditional cowboy attire from his boots up to his cowboy hat. Disney couldn't have done it better. The only thing out of place was the picnic tables, but for those I was grateful, I really didn't need to sit on a rock or a log.
As we dismounted, the wrangler told us we would be here about an hour and any manner of dress was considered appropriate. It took the kids, the other man's and ours, about 30 seconds to be down to just their shoes and socks. I again watched Amy as she too took off her clothes, but she did something else too. It looked like she pulled something from between her legs, I couldn't identify it, it was a very dark color. She wrapped it up in her clothes.
The adults waited till after the horses were tied up before returning to sun-worshiping attire. The wrangler and the cook remained in their western duds.
We found steel coffee mugs waiting for us on the table and cream and sugar, not totally cowboy coffee. There was hot chocolate for the non-coffee drinkers.
I sat at the end of one bench looking over the meadow and noticed Amy standing a few feet away. "Amy, come over here," I called. She came over and stood in front of me. "You've done this before haven't you?"
She moved closer and sat on my knees with her legs straddling mine. "Yeah, this is my most favorite activity at Sun Ranch."
"I got to ride that last stretch in front of you and I noticed you really seem to enjoy the ride. Even seem to get a lot of pleasure out of it."
That statement embarrassed her. Her face was bright red and even her chest took on a reddish tint. "Oh, you saw that."
"I did."
"This is the first time that's happened. One of my friends discovered it, and told me about it."
We were speaking softly now so that we weren't overheard. "How did you do it?"
"She loaned me her thing she uses. It's call a plug. It fits up inside me and when I sit forward in the saddle the plug hit the pommel, it makes me feel really good and I get orgasms."
"Oh, very clever. This plug, is it black rubber, kinda `T' shaped, where the T part stays outside the vagina?" She blushed a little again.
"Yeah. The cross piece keeps it from sliding up too far, but I have to give it back today."
"If you show it to me, maybe I can find you one of your own."
"Really? You'd do that for me?"
"Sure, or I can just let your dad know what you need and he can get you one."
"No, that's alright, I'd rather you got it for me."
"I understand completely."
She disappeared for a moment, and reappeared with her t-shirt. She opened it up and showed me the object. It was a standard black rubber butt-plug. She rolled it back up and took the shirt back to her other clothes. She returned and I explained, "That is called a butt-plug Amy. Usually used in the rectum. I'm sure it's working for you, but there are better devices made specifically for girls. Part of it goes in the vagina and another part reaches up to the clitoris."
"Oooh that would work better, sometimes I have to rub that part to help it along."
"Well ok, enjoy the ride back."
"Oh, I don't get to, Staci gets to wear it on the ride home."
"Well you can still enjoy the ride, just not in the same way." She gave me a big smile.
I took my coffee and sat next to Frank watching the wrangler and `Cookie' as he'd been introduced rustle up our grub. "So what do you think Frank, are we having a good time?"
"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm having a hellofa good time."
"Good enough to come back?"
"Yeah, I'd say so."
"Good enough to become a member?"
"Hum, hadn't given it that much thought. Guess I'd have to weigh the pros and cons. See if the rest of the family is that interested. Why? Are you signing up?"
"I was thinking about it. When I was down at the office reserving the horse rides, I looked through their membership brochure. If two families sign up together, they each get 30% off the first year's membership fee."
"You got that brochure handy? I'll read through it."
"No I wasn't seriously thinking about it then, but I am now. We can pick up a couple on the way back; we nearly walk past the office on our way."
"Yeah, pick up a couple, I'll talk with the family and see what they think."
Cookie rang the triangle calling us to breakfast. He led us in the Cowboy prayer:
"May your
belly never grumble,
may your heart never ache,
may your horse never stumble,
may your cinch never break."
"Let's eat folks!"
Breakfast was wonderful, biscuits made from scratch, smothered in sausage gravy cooked in a cast iron skillet over the open fire. Bacon, again cooked in a skillet over the fire, a side of corned beef hash, and potatoes fried in the bacon grease, with more gravy over the top. They even squeezed fresh oranges to make orange juice. The Bacon was super thick cut and unlike any I'd ever had before, it had a hard crispy edge, and the flavor was very strong,
"Cookie, this bacon is absolute the best I've ever had. Where'd you get it?"
"Well sir, it's not exactly bacon, it's hog jowl. We get it from a place in Missouri, Burgers' Smokehouse. Best meats in the country!" I have to agree, at least the hog jowl certainly is.
As we dressed for the ride back, I told Frank, "Hey Frank, watch Staci on the ride back. See if you can detect anything . . . . different."
"Like what?"
"I'll tell ya later, just watch."
The horses got back in their natural order as we rode the final segment to the ranch. Frank on his beast always brings up the rear, so he was four horses behind Staci. I watch her the whole trip back but didn't see anything.
The wrangler led us back to the corral, where we dismounted. He pointed out the horse we could use for the nude shots of the kids on horseback. "She's used to it, lots of parents like that shot, but be careful where you get your film developed, some places will turn you in for nudes of children. You should keep your shoes on when you're lifting the kids up, hate to see your toes get stepped on." He went about his after-ride business of removing saddles and brushing the horses.
I was distracted by the wrangler when the kids were undressing, so I didn't see Staci remove hers or it, but it wasn't there when I lifted her up on the horse's back. For the pictures, I climbed the corral fence so the camera was at the height of the child's face, looking slightly down where crotch met horse, to accentuate that this was horse riding in a nudist camp, even though it really wasn't. Pretty sure I got some great shots. We'll have to wait to see what develops.
The kids gathered up their piles of clothes after putting their shoes back on. We walked together towards the house. When we got near the office, I sent Mark, which meant Frankie as well, to go in a get a couple membership brochures. They came out with a couple and handed them off to Frank and me.
"Can you take our clothes back for us?" Jeff asked, "We want to go catch up with the guys from this morning."
Someone said sure and bundles of clothing were thrust into our arms. Frank ended up with Jeff and Roberts', Kerri got Mark's and Frankie's and I got the girl's stuff. Inside the bundle I received from Staci, I could feel the hard rubber plug. "Guess the girls and I are bonding, now that we're sharing a bathroom."
"Oh, are they making you share your bathroom with them?" Kerri asked. "Have them use ours instead."
"Technically they're not forcing me, I offered, having the closest bathroom to their bedroom, and they accepted. I really don't mind that we are sharing. I got to pee with two little girls in the room this morning."
As we carried the stuff to the house, I felt inside Staci's bundle and extracted the butt plug. "Hey Frank, did you watch Staci as we rode back?"
"Oh, yeah, I did watch but I didn't see anything did you?"
"See what?" Kerri asked.
I held up the plug and Kerri's mouth fell open. "Amy borrowed this from a friend who got it from her brother. She told Amy to sit forward in the saddle against the pommel and the horse motion does the rest. Amy was in back of me riding out and I saw a couple orgasms. I talked with her at breakfast, mentioning what I saw and she confessed. She gave it to Staci for the ride back. But we didn't see any indication of an orgasm."
"Oh, you mean she had that in her vagina?"
I giggled, "Yup. I told Amy I'd find her one made for a girl's vagina instead of a butt plug. But I guess it didn't work for both of them."
"Staci is still a virgin as far as I know. That never would have fit and have her hymen remain intact."
"I'll talk to Amy and see how it went for Staci. Please don't tell Staci or Amy I told you. Amy told me in confidence and I think she told Staci I knew, `cause Staci gave me the plug wrapped in her clothes."
"Ok, but please let me know. We won't rat you out, even though you ratted them out to us." Kerri said.
"Would you rather I don't tell you these kinds of things they share with me?" I asked
"No, I like you as a rat. Keep up the good work."
We were back at the house by 9:00 a.m. each of us visited the kid's rooms to deposit clothes. I folded the girls' clothes, washed the butt plug, and placed it under Amy clothes so it could be returned.
Lunchtime came and went with no one showing up for food and no one here wanting anything after that large breakfast. 1:00 was my scheduled call to the contractor, so I gave myself a few minutes to walk to the phone.
Big John answered on the first ring. "Hello?" he said rather timidly.
"Hi John it's me, Allen. How's everything going?
"Oh good, it is you. You've been getting a lot of calls. I answered once and some guy demanded to know who I was and where you were. I told him I only knew you were on vacation and I didn't know where. Your answering machine is probably full if they leave a message every time whoever it is calls."
"Well I don't care, I'm on vacation and having a great time. They can call me on Saturday. So how's my oasis?"
"Oh my God Allen, you are so going to love it. This place is going to be a showcase of pools. Movie stars will want to lounge beside your pool."
"It sounds like your buttering my up to tell me the bad news. What is it?"
"There's no bad news. It's all great. On schedule, everything's perfect. I do have a suggestion for you. Arrive home after dark, like 9:00. The reveal with all the lights and the waterfall and the jets, will blow your family away. But I want to be here when you do it, I want to see their faces. Can I? Please?"
"I'm sure we can work something out John. We can stop along the way for dinner and I can call you when we leave for home from the restaurant."
"Oh thank-you, thank-you, thank-you! See you Saturday! You're gonna love it, Man, I promise!"
Wow, he was like the kid who won a chocolate factory like in that move, Willie Wanker-something.
That afternoon Frank, Kerri, and I discussed the membership idea again. We didn't see a real down side to being members, a week and a couple weekends, and the discounts paid for the membership. I could do that.
The kids ran around with their new friends they met on the horse ride all day, didn't eat an official lunch but may have snacked a little, and showed up with those two boys for dinner at the default time of 6:30.
I got a moment alone with Amy and asked, "How did Staci's ride back to the corral go."
"Oh, that." Nothing happened, she couldn't get it in. Her hymen is still in place." I nodded my acknowledgement and Amy went about whatever she was about to do.
During dinner, which was birthday lunch leftovers, we could tell the day had taken its toll on everyone 14 and under. They were tired, but didn't want to admit it. After dinner, while getting the birthday cake cut, I whispered to Kerri, "The plug wasn't inserted, it wouldn't fit, the hymen was in the way."
Kerri was relieved and we continued to serve the cake with the small amount of ice cream that was remaining. I thanked the two new friends for coming to dinner and told then we were going to spend a quiet evening at home. They told us they would see us tomorrow and departed thanking us for dinner and cake.
Kerrie gathered all the kids in the living room immediately after dinner recognizing she didn't have long before they zonked out. She was totally prepared for this discussion. She had more books and other educational materials like full size posters of baby growth and the menstrual cycle used in college nursing programs. She even had a small zippered pouch put together for both of the girls.
"So before we get inside the girl's body, are there any questions relating to anything we've already covered. Staci's hand went up. "Yeah, what's with the whole hymen thing and why is it called a cherry?"
Knowing where this question was coming from, Mom answered her daughter's question, "The hymen is a fringe of tissue around the vaginal opening. The center of it is usually open to allow the passage of a girl's menstrual flow, which I'll explain in a few minutes, or to allow the use of a Tampon.
"What's a tampon Mrs. Wilson?" Jeff asked.
"That will be explained with the menstrual flow discussion Jeff."
"Every hymen is different just as every face is different. While the hymen usually has a central opening in it, it can have two or more smaller openings.
"Unlike the vagina, the hymen doesn't stretch, so the first time a larger object is introduced into the vagina, the hymen is usually torn, which can cause some minor bleeding. The blood is red, thus the reference to a cherry.
"Nobody is quite sure why girls have them, but most girls are born with one. Over time and daily life, like horseback riding, gymnastics, or other activities, the hymen thins, weakens, and sometimes just goes away by itself. These are all activities include rubbing, pressure, or stretching that is introduced to the vaginal area."
"So why do guys say they popped a girl's cherry?"
"Well, in all honesty, Robert, that's because boys are gross.
"If that first "larger object" happens to be a boy's penis as it frequently is, the penis will tear the hymen and cause the bleeding.
"When a penis is inserted into a vagina with a hymen intact, the penis meets resistance, so the boy presses harder till his penis "pops" through the hymen, tearing it, and enters the vagina. This usually happens with the girl's first sexual intercourse. A gross boy likens it to squeezing a cherry, popping it, and producing red cherry juice.
"When a boy does this to a girl, and he disrespects her by telling others, he'll claim to have `popped her cherry,' evidenced by the small amount of blood."
I looked at the boy's faces around the room, I was surprised a little, that they were interested and engaged in the conversation. More awake now than at dinner.
"Thank you for that question Staci, I hope I fully answered it. I was actually going to cover that tonight anyway. So moving on, past the hymen, and traveling on up the vaginal canal we next find the cervix. . ."
"I'm sorry, one more question," Robert interrupted. So popping a cherry relates to a girl's hymen and her first intercourse. I've heard guys talk about taking a boy's cherry. How can that be? He doesn't have a hymen."
"No your right, he doesn't Robert. Popping a girl's cherry is the equivalent to having sex with a girl for her first time, hymen or no hymen. Popping a boy's cherry is the same thing, having sex with a boy for his first time, except in this instance, the penis enters the boy's anus. It sometimes is referred to as the anal cherry. If the penis is too large or if the anus isn't properly prepared, there could be bleeding as well. So it's just another way of saying you had sex with the boy for his first time.
"Does that answer your question?"
"Yes, thank you."
Kerri moved her easel with the posters revealing the first diagram. "This is the internal physiology of the female reproduction system. . . ."
For nearly two hours, she held her audience spellbound. She used the posters, she related them to herself showing where those items were approximately located and kept the conversation as interactive as possible.
I slipped into the kitchen, cut up the remains of Frankie's birthday cake, and poured glasses of milk. I interrupted and suggested a snack after she covered her last poster. I though a little sugar would help her audience make it to the end.
She had covered the complete menstrual cycle and the physical changes that occur each month and how it makes the girl capable of reproduction. She stressed the importance of the male's input to the baby-making process, which made HIM equally responsible for the product of any reproduction.
One chart was titled The Menstrual Cycle had a pie chart detailing the days and phases of a girl's cycle, aka her period. But she stressed, several time, the irregularities that a girl's period would encounter, and that no day was ever safe to have unprotected sex.
Another chart showed birth control methods, pills, IUDs, cervical caps and the like. Again, she stressed the potential failure of any preventative measures.
Never once did she mention the church-backed methods of birth control; abstinence, or withdrawal before ejaculation, because as we all know, those methods usually result in babies. Neither did we discuss abortion. That would be a conversation for another time.
When the cake had been consumed there was only one thing left, the two little zippered pouches lying quietly on the coffeetable.
The kids retook their seats, Kerri promising they would be finished in just a few minutes.
Kerri reentered the first phase of the menstrual cycle where the monthly bleeding begins. "This time of a girl's cycle can be challenging for her in dealing with the discharge. These kits I've put together are to help you `Be Prepared' like your Boy Scout brothers for your monthly periods. When your first period will be is anybody's guess, but a good indication they're about to start, is the appearance of hair in your underarms. Armpit hair usually indicates that your periods will start within 3 to 6 months, if they haven't already."
She handed each girl one of the pouches and had them lay out the contents on the table for everyone to see.
Each pouch contained one of each:
· light sanitary pad
· Kotex tampon
· pair of leak-containing underwear
· zip-lock plastic bag
· packet of baby wipes for their hands
· package of Tylenol
· mini hot pack
· sanitary belt
"Jeff, remember I told you I'd cover the tampon it in detail, well here it comes." Kerri reached into a grocery bag at her side and took out a box of Tampons. She removed a handful and tossed one to each child. "For now, just take off the outer wrapper don't do anything else."
When everyone was ready she explained, "The menstrual discharge or flow can be light or heavy, depending on several factors. The tampon you are holding is designed for the heavier flow days. Notice inside the cardboard tube is a smaller tube. Pull it out till it clicks, not all the way out." Each did as Kerri demonstrated. "They are now ready to be inserted in the vagina."
"Jeff, since you asked, you get to help in the demonstration."
"But I don't have a vagina."
"Correct, but I do. You're going to put it in me."
"I don't know how!" he tried to complain.
"You will in about 30 seconds, it's not difficult. Come up here."
He approached standing in front of her. She spread her legs wide apart. "Everyone gather around where you can see how Jeff does it."
Everyone moved including me, I knew about the process, but I'd never actually seen it before.
"First we're going to lubricate it a little." She took Matt's tampon and dipped the top in a Vaseline jar getting a just a small glob on the tip, she spread it down over the sides of the tube to where her fingers were holding it. Giving it back to him she explained, "Now hold it like this with one hand," holding up the one she had. "With the fingers of your other hand, spread the lower part of my labia apart to expose the vaginal opening."
Jeff tentatively reached in and with his thumb and first finger successfully spread the labia exposing her vaginal opening. "You see the opening? Place the lubricated end right in the middle. A girl with a little practice learns to do this with one hand."
Jeff was obviously very nervous, his hand even a little unsteady. "It's ok Jeff, you're not going to hurt me. Go ahead and push it in till you fingers won't go any farther, but don't let go."
He pushed it in till his finger and thumb were pressed against vaginal opening.
"Good, now with the thumb of your other hand, push the smaller tube you pulled out, back inside." He pushed meeting some resistance. "Keep going, all the way in." At last, the ends were even. "Ok, now pull the whole cardboard thing out, but don't touch the little string." He tugged on the cardboard tube and it slid out leaving the string hanging out.
"Good job Jeff, you did very well. Ok, everybody can sit back down. Here's what just happened up inside me." She held the up the one she was holding and redid what Jeff did for us all to see. She talked a moment about disposal of the parts and the tampon itself after use, the dangers of leaving one in too long, and alternatives including the sanitary napkin. At that point, she handed out a couple lightweight version for everyone to examine. She explained how they were worn with panties or the included sanitary belt.
They discussed how periods affected nudity at Sun Ranch and how the menstrual cycle affected the girl's life in general.
There is a point when tiredness, when even with the most energetic teens reaches the point of exhaustion. They go down fast and crash. Sometime in the final five minutes Mark, Frankie, and Jeff had done just that, they were asleep right there on the couch.
I picked up Mark, Frank took Jeff, and Kerri carried Frankie. We took them to their bedroom and put them in bed not sure who was sleeping with whom. Robert herded the girls into the guest room and tucked them in then made his way to the boy's room and crawled in with Matt. They got away without brushing their teeth tonight. Thankfully, I had a sudden realization that all the alarm clocks were still set to go off at 5:10 a.m. I reminded Frank and visited the other rooms turning off the alarms. I was the last to bed at 10:00 p.m.
That night a storm came through. It started about 11:45 shortly after we went to bed, with a lightning strike that lit up the outside like daylight. An instantaneous clap of thunder followed that woke me fast enough that I could see the light of the lightning. The thunder rumbled off at the speed of sound into the distance. Before it got far, there were two little girls at my bedside. "Are you scared, we can sleep with you if you are." How cute they're terrified, and are try to hide it by acting brave for me.
"Yeah, that was a close one, climb on in here." They dove under the sheet and Amy crawled over me to the other side. They pressed their bodies up tight against me they were actually trembling and I hugged then tightly.
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I didn't get up when I normally do, I didn't even wake up the first time till 8:00 a.m., the two girls were still snuggled against me, forcing me to stay in bed. When they began to stir a half hour later, I was able to extract myself and make it into the bathroom. I took a good long piss, then started the shower, stepping into the shower stall when it was warm. I needed to get the horse smell that still stuck to me almost a day after.
Moments later, I heard the click of the latch on the shower door as it opened and again as it closed. Pretty sure who I would find, I turned around slowly. I was wrong, there were two naked little boys with big wide grins. "We need a shower too, what can we do?"
The shower had a built in bench seat, so I had them get up on it. I stood next to the seat and between the boys, I gave one a washcloth, and the other the shampoo. They went to work on me. Mark had the shampoo and started washing my hair. Frankie added soap to the washcloth and started soaping my back. Then moved to an arm. I rotated so he could get the whole arm. He raised it and did the underside including my pit and the ribs on that side. Mark was ready for a rinse and I was mover into the spray clearing my body of suds. They traded washcloth for shampoo, Mark picked up where Frankie left off washing my chest while Frankie applied shampoo for the second round of wash, rinse, repeat. I again rotated so the other arm could be cleaned. He also scrubbed my face from that position. I had now been thoroughly cleaned from the waist up.
I was allowed back into the spray to remove the soap. Rinsed, I stepped back into the middle of the stall beyond the water's reach.
They got off the bench to continue with the lower half. Frankie had the washcloth again and continued around now starting with my backside. Mark started at my ankle of the opposite leg using his hands to spread the soap. As he worked up one leg, Frankie was working his way down the other having completed the easily reachable areas of my butt.
They met where the legs come together. "Spread your legs, Dad." I shuffled my feet apart about another foot opening up the remaining area. Mark was now washing my genitals and Frankie's hand was working in the previously inaccessible area between my buttocks. I was losing the fight against an impending erection. Frankie's fingers found their way to the anus, thoroughly cleansing the exterior, then with a slight amount of pressure, was cleansing the interior with a in and out motion. Ok, he was finger fucking my ass.
There was a signal passed from Frankie to Mark that rear entry had been accomplished. Mark went from gently washing my genitals to stroking my now very hard penis. This was a set up, I was being taken advantage of and I loved every moment of it.
But the moments would prove to be far too few, as my semen was quickly being expelled. After the first rocket launched, Mark clamped his lips around my corona forcing my cum to his belly. I found myself holding on to the door handle and the water knob, to keep me from collapsing to the floor. I realized I hadn't cum this whole week, not since Friday night at Scout camp with both Mark and Frankie. It simply hadn't occurred to me to do it since.
I finally picked up the washcloth from the floor and washed Frankie while Mark shampooed his hair. When I came to his penis, I slathered it with soap and while it was still slippery, quickly jacked him off. I directed his cum directly at Mark pegging him in the hip and down his leg. I then turned to Mark while Frankie handled the shampoo. I washed him too and did the same to his teenage spike. Frankie realized what I was going to do and tried to hide behind me. I aimed Marks ejaculate between my legs catching Frankie on the calf. "Oh man, I just washed that leg," he complained. We crowded under the sprayer rinsing the soap and the cum off all three of us.
By the time everyone got up and out it was almost 10:00. Too lazy to cook, we went to the café for breakfast. The three youngest boys split the `Sunny's Breakfast Platter'. This monster breakfast is served on a turkey platter. Two kinds of bacon, breakfast sausage, sausage links, pork chops, pancakes, French toast, scrambled eggs, sunny side up eggs, hash browns, and fried potatoes, tomato slices, baked beans and mushrooms. Usually topped with two biscuits, they put on three since it was being split three ways. Since the café wasn't full we had them move to one of the small square tables. The rest of us ate like humans. I asked for a side of hog jowl, and she actually served it! I was so stoked, that stuff is amazing.
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I got a chance to sit and talk with Robert today, I had chosen to read my book near the walk-up bar right next to the pool when the group decided to go swimming. Instead of going in the water, Robert came over and sat next to me.
I put my book down. "What's up Robert?" I asked. "Something wrong?" I looked him over waiting for a response, so I quickly checked out his body. His tan was much darker than when we arrived. The areas that were lily white on Saturday; like where his swimsuit would have been, was still lighter than the surrounding area, but was considerably darker now.
"Oh, nothing's wrong Mr. Jeffries," he said slipping back into the Scoutmaster/Senior Patrol Leader (SPL) relationship. "I just wanted to thank you for allowing me to come along this week."
"Well, it was my pleasure to bring you. You're a wonderful young man, Robert. I'm truly glad you found out about our swim party and joined in, and then wanted to come along here.
"Tell me Robert, you had every chance to hang with kids your own age this week; which you did some the first couple days, but then you chose to hang out with the younger kids we brought along. What's up with that?"
"Oh, it's just that. . . Well you know I'm an only child. I have friends my own age at school and can do stuff with them. But one thing I've always wished I could have, was brothers, little brothers if I had a choice. This week is like a dream come true for me.
"So is that why you're such a good SPL?"
"No, I don't. . . Well maybe, I don't know. Scouting is different. In Scouts, you taught me leadership skills and made me use them. They became second nature. I never envisioned when I joined the troop at 11, that one day I would be running the meetings.
This week I got to be a big brother, at least that's what I hope I'm being now. I've never had any practice before. It's not the same as Scouts, I like having little brothers and being their friend, and . . . sometimes being, their . . . um, partner.
"Sexual partner?"
"Yeah, couple times." He said sheepishly.
"That's ok Robert. It's pretty common for brothers or even a brother and sister to be sexual active with each other. It's all part of growing up trying things out and learning about life.
"You said you always wished for brother, what about sisters?"
"Oh, they're cute and all, but they just don't do anything for me. After talking with Kerri the other night, I'm pretty sure I'm gay."
"So not even girls your own age?"
"Nope, nothing, no feelings what so ever, couldn't care less.
"I want to tell my Mom and Dad, but I'm afraid to. My Dad has said some pretty awful things about gays. He hates those rainbow flags. I don't know what he'd do to me."
"Parents have a way of loving their children no matter what. I can't guarantee your dad is one of those parents, so I can't tell you what to do. In a little over a year, you'll be an adult and can pretty much do whatever you want.
"Just know this for now, Frank, Kerri, and I all love you the way you are. We'll be there for you whatever your decision."
Friday morning several of the weeklong renters began departing, about noon the weekenders began arriving and continued arriving well into the evening. The ranch was again beginning to fill up.
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Back on my normal
morning wake-up schedule. I was again awake at 6:00, but I didn't get up. I
laid there staring at the ceiling. Robert's gay? Then I started drawing
comparisons to my own life.
Only one date in four years in high school
I'm a 34 year-old virgin, still single, with no females in my life, except for Kerri;
and Nancy at work.
My one sexual encounter was when another 15-year-old boy fucked me, then wouldn't
let me have my turn at his ass.
I check out the men in shower rooms, boys too for that matter.
I'm not an exhibitionist, but I'm not shy about my nudity.
I like working with the boys.
I couldn't care less about dating women.
I'm a bit of a loner, except in Scouts.
All the naked women around here do nothing for me sexually.
I get hard when I'm in bed with Mark and Frankie, or Roger, but with Staci and
Amy, nothing.
At least Robert had a girl masturbate him once, me never got past first base.
None of that makes me gay exactly, but I'm certainly not a heterosexual. I really don't do either, that only leaves me as asexual with a leaning towards the male side if anything. Maybe a strong leaning to the male side.
I finally got up and made the coffee.
I had told Frank since he knew about the pool installation that we needed to delay our arrival back to my house to as close to 9:00 p.m. as we could get it. We put a plan together where we'd postpone leaving here till dinnertime. The drive home is an hour and a half, and with an hour stop for dinner halfway, that would put us in right about 9:00 p.m.
After breakfast, we stripped the beds and went to the Sun Drenched Laundry to wash the sheets. While Robert did the laundry, we, and the kids packed our stuff, and moved it to the porch. I had Jeff and Amy go through every room to make sure everything remaining belonged to their family. With that done, we released the kids for their last full day at the ranch. Frank, Kerri, and I then began the job of serious cleaning. The clean sheets reappeared and the beds were remade. Robert was released to go find his little brothers. Tile and linoleum floors were swept and mopped, carpets were vacuumed, and bathroom tile and showers were cleaned with the products provided. The trashcans were emptied and the gas valve on the barbecue was turned off, all the dishes were washed. The dry foods were packed. The only remaining task was to empty and clean the refrigerator. Other than that, we were ready to go.
The boys found a couple new friends that checked in last night, and the girls befriended another young lady this morning. So Saturday afternoon we went back to the lake to get away from the crowd, and took their new friends with us. We stayed as late as we could and still deliver the new friends back to their parents in time for dinner. A couple of us took one last run through the house, while the refrigerator was emptied and wiped down, then turned off and had the door propped open. With the bicycles strapped on, we were finally ready to go, and locked the doors on the way out.
As we checked out, the owner remembered that Mark and Frankie had picked up membership brochures. "Sure you don't want to join us as family members, you folks seem to really enjoy yourselves this week. If you both join today, there's 30% off the membership fee." He paused there waiting for us to bite at the offer, but we didn't. We were still a little unsure. "If you join now, before you check out, I can apply your member discounts to everything you did this week!" he offered, sweetening the deal considerably.
That did it for me, only a couple weekends over the next year and our membership paid for itself. I nodded at Frank and he nodded back. "Ok, we'll do it." Frankie, Mark, and Staci were ecstatic at the thought of coming back.
We filled out the paperwork, and he fiddled with the computer then printed out our bills for our review. Amy and Matt's parents would receive a detailed accounting in the mail before the charges would be finalized. After we had a chance to go over our own bills, we authorized him to charge the credit cards we gave him the first day. Robert asked for the bill, so he could see how much he owed me.
At the mid-way point driving home, we stopped at a sit-down restaurant. A group of nine would assure us at least an hour meal. Robert tried to pay me by handing me a wad of cash, I told him to tell his dad he paid me, even show him the bill, but to keep the money and put it in a sock. He didn't understand my reference to a sock, and I told him to put it somewhere safe, for an emergency. It would be our secret and I'd back him up.
As dinner was winding down, I went to find the pay phone to call Howard and Dianne Anderson, Amy and Matt's parents to let them know we be at my house about 9:00 to unload, then I could bring them home sometime after that. They would have none of it and would there to pick the kids up around 9:15.
I also called my house to alert Big John I was less than an hour away. He was sitting on my patio waiting for my call. He picked up on the first ring. "Hi Allen," he said as he picked up the phone. "You're still getting a lot of phone calls, someone really wants to talk to you. Anyway, I'll be waiting in my truck in front of the house when you get here, you can introduce me as the yardman that's done some work for you this week, and I'll walk your family through the reveal at that point. It's gonna be so cool, I kid you not."
We got back in the SUVs and headed on home.
We went by Robert's house dropping him off and proceeded home. The contractor's truck was sitting in front of my neighbor's house. I backed into my driveway and Frank parked in front. We unloaded stuff that had to go inside. As we approached the front door, Big John called to me and walked up. "Oh, hey John, how`s it going," I said indicating him as a friend. "Everyone, this is John, he been doing some work in the back yard for me this week. He's anxious for me to see it I guess."
I opened the front door and boxes were taken to either the living room or the kitchen table. That's when John took over.
"If you folks could follow me, out back here, I'd like to show you what I've been working on." As soon as the door was opened, you could hear the waterfall.
"Did you leave some water running?" Kerri asked.
"Well, yeah I did, on purpose." With that, John flipped a switch illuminating the rock wall and the waterfall.
"Oh my God." Kerri exclaimed. A few more switches were flipped and the under-water lighting lit up the entire pool. Some additional switches and lighting around the back yard lit up the shrubs and other foliage. Another switch and jets hidden in the deck began shooting pulses of water up 8 to 10 feet before they arched back into the pool. The last switches lit the overhead lights illuminating the entire pool area.
"And when it gets hot," he flipped another switch and a fine water mist surrounded the pool in cooling water.
"Can we go swimming?" Mark nearly screamed.
"You bet Mark, get in there. Mark, Frankie, Jeff, Amy, and Stacy all instantly ditched their clothes running to the pool, I forgot they were going to do it nude, but if Big John hasn't seen a little nudity before, he has now. Instead, he just stood there watching the amazed looks on our faces.
"John, you weren't kidding, this is unbelievable! It's unreal! It's beautiful!"
"My boss told me to tell you we aren't done yet, if you'll let us. He has a deal for you."
"What's that?"
My boss wants to make a commercial for our company featuring your pool and back yard. He wants to build you our finest Jacuzzi for free, if you let us film in your back yard. He's trying to get Michelle Pfeiffer and Brooke Shields to star in it. It'll only take one day of shooting.
Just then the doorbell rang, "Frank could you get that, it's Allen and Dianne to pick up the kids."
"Sure Allen, no problem."
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Chapter 15 – Black Suits, Dark Sunglasses
June 28 – July 4, 1980
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"Allen!" Frank bellowed, "Get in here."
"Excuse me a minute will you John?" I went inside where a guy in a black suit, a black Trilby hat, and dark sunglasses was standing with Frank. `Sunglasses, at 9 o'clock at night?' I thought to myself.
"Are you Mr. Allen Jeffries, of Jeffries Electrical Components?"
"Yeah, that me."
"Mr. Jeffries, the United States government would like to speak to you." Wow! That's a powerful statement and made me stop for a moment.
"What about?" I asked. A reasonable question I thought.
"I'm not at liberty to say sir. I have been instructed to bring you to the FBI field office in Waco. Would you come with me please?"
"Now wait just a fucking minute." Frank interjected.
"And just who are you?" the suit asked.
There was another knock at the door. This time it was Howard and Dianne.
The suit asked, "And who are these people?"
"They're the parents of two of those children; we've just come home from vacation."
Yes, I was aware, we didn't know where you were, we've been trying to contact you."
"Allen, don't say another fucking word. Howard, Dianne, go on through the house, your kids are out back." Frank demanded taking control of the situation.
"Who are you sir?" sunglasses asked.
"I'm Frank Wilson, Allen's lawyer."
"Oh yes, you're the friend that's a county judge also I believe."
"Yes, that's correct."
"Let me assure you, this is not a criminal matter, it is a matter of national security."
His statement actually eased the nerves that had been standing on end for the past couple minutes. We began relaxing and tempers started cooling.
"Mr. Jeffries, I was told to bring you to the office as soon as you arrived back in town. Could you please come with me?"
"I can't go anywhere right now, my son is in the back yard, and I'm a single father."
"I understand sir, but I believe that if Mrs. Wilson could look after Mark tonight, you'll be home before morning."
"Look, you've been trying to find me since Monday, it's Saturday night now. Can't this wait till Monday morning?"
"Sir, I wasn't given that latitude. This has been classified as Level Q by the Department of Energy and has since been classified as Top Secret by the other agencies."
"What has been classified?"
"I can't discuss it outside of a secure environment, Sir."
"Allen," Frank said, "let's stop trying to discuss this here. Kerri can take Mark for the night, and we'll get this figured out. Allen, I'm going with you."
"Judge Wilson, I'm not authorized to bring you in," the suit said.
"Wherever Allen goes, I go. I'm his lawyer, unless you have a warrant. . ."
"Very well, if that's what it takes."
"Give me a few minutes to make some arrangements." I asked.
"Please be quick sir, your life may be in jeopardy."
I turned back to the suit and spit, "What the fuck, man? Are you purposely trying to scare my 13-year-old?"
"I'm sorry Mr. Jeffries, you clearly don't understand the implications," the suit replied.
"You wait right fuckin here! I'm going to talk with my son and everyone else."
"Please don't leave the patio sir; I need to maintain constant line-of-sight contact."
Frank and I went out back. Fortunately, the kids were in the pool and didn't see the suit and sunglasses. I called Mark out of the pool, while Frank talked with Kerri. "Mark, there is an issue at work that I need to take care of right now. Kerri is going to take you and Robert home with Frankie and Staci."
Mark wasn't pleased exactly, but he wasn't unhappy that he was going to do a sleepover with his best friend.
Frank and I reported to the suit and sunglasses, and he spoke to a microphone in his sleeve. "I have Jeffries and Wilson, we're coming out." As we walked out a black Suburban with heavily tinted windows pulled up out front. We were quickly ushered into the rear seat and the Suburban took off. We stayed off the main highways taking secondary roads, parking in the underground lot on our arrival at the FBI building. Two more suits, minus the sunglasses, met us in the garage, escorted us to the elevator, and up to the third floor.
There we were met by yet another suit. "Mr. Jeffries, Mr. Wilson I'm Deputy Director Buchanan, I apologize for the clandestine way you were brought in, but believe me it was necessary." He waved the direction to a couple chairs in his office. Frank kept his hand on my arm trying to keep me calm.
"First of all, I'd like to allay any fears or misgivings about this meeting, if it will help, Mr. Jeffries, you are about to become a very wealthy man."
"I don't get it, how? I don't even know what you're talking about."
"I understand, just a few formalities and we'll get to it."
Frank leaned over and said, "You just burned through your retainer fee." His comment helped lighten my mood a notch. I'd only paid him a dollar the day We talked about Mark and Russ.
"This conversation is classified as Top Secret and Level Q. This office is not sufficiently secure to have a detailed conversation, so we cannot mention any specifics. For this conversation, we are simply going to refer to it as the product. Nothing more descriptive than that please. Understand?"
"Yeah, but I'd still like to know what we're talking about." Another suit standing off to the side handed me the cover page of a patent application. I looked it over and recognized it immediately. This is my company's patent application. This is the original! It has my signature!
"Yes sir, it was brought to the attention of the DoE (Department of Energy) and it was removed from the system."
"But why?"
"The design on that application is something the DoE and the DoD has been working on for several years, you beat them to it."
"But why stop my patent, if it's that good, shouldn't I protect it?"
"Yes of course, for the application of the product stated in the patent, but the design goes far beyond a simple component in an electrical system. The concept has major applications, with minor adjustments, across a range of DoD (Department of Defense) projects. You discovered a major breakthrough, Mr. Jeffries. We cannot afford for our adversaries to gain the same advantage your product provides.
"Are there any parties, other than Mayfield and Willkie who know about this product?"
"Only whoever typed up the patent application, but that person wouldn't understand the design, they're just clerical staff. And myself, of course, I came up with the idea."
"We've already spoken with both gentlemen and they concurred with your assessment. We've also purged your company files of any other paper trails leading up to the patent and research done after the application was filed. Are there any other copies of the design in existence?"
"Well, there's my idea notebook. I sketched a design on a couple pages and notes when it first occurred to me."
"Ah we've been looking for that book, it wasn't in your office."
"It's in my desk at home."
"Can you tell us exactly where?"
"Top left drawer of my desk, right on top."
D.D. Buchanan turned to the suit that had picked us up. "Are the other's out of the house?"
"Yes sir, they left shortly after we did. They're at the Wilson house."
"Well, go in and get the damn notebook." The agent reported a few minutes later that the agent on the scene had the notebook and was in route to the office.
"Excellent."
"Mr. Jeffries, would you mind accompanying your notebook, Mr. Mayfield and Mr. Willkie to Oak Ridge, Tennessee for a meeting with the head of Product Development for the DoE?"
"Well sure, when would we go?"
"As soon as your notebook arrives. Mr. Mayfield and Mr. Willkie are upstairs in our guest quarters and we can have you airborne in 45 minutes."
"It the middle of the night! Can't it wait till morning?"
"The DoE airplane is very spacious; you'll be able to sleep comfortably in route."
"But my son. . ."
"Your son is safe with Mrs. Wilson. We will cover any lost wages or any other fees to accommodate this interruption to your lives. Judge Wilson's calendar will be cleared for the rest of the week so he can accompany you."
"You really have it all planned out."
"We've had all week to prepare for your arrival. If we could have found you Monday, you'd already be home."
Frank and I agreed to make the trip to Tennessee and we were taken upstairs where Mayfield and Willkie were waiting for us. As soon as the elevator door opened, Victor Mayfield greeted us. "Allen! You're finally here. Where the hell were you? Oh, never mind it doesn't matter now. Isn't this exciting? One of our products is going to revolutionize DoD communications! They said we leave in half an hour for Tennessee." Victor has always been an excitable man, and now it was like he was on steroids.
Fifteen minutes later, they took us to the airport in another black Suburban. The suit that produced the cover page of the patent was with us. He didn't talk a lot but we did get out of him that he was a DoE security employee. They drove directly out to a plane idling on the tarmac. It was an older MD-80, but the inside was spectacular. It had wide spacious, comfortable leather seats that laid out flat for sleeping. Three were already prepared for us with blankets and pillows. Within 5 minutes of our arrival, the plane was taking off, with just three passengers on board. We had one flight attendant, another DoE employee. First time I'd ever seen a flight attendant carrying a gun on an airplane.
A hot fresh-cooked breakfast was served just prior to our arrival. We landed at McGee Airport on the outskirts of Knoxville and a limo picked us up at the bottom of the plane's stairs inside the DoE private hanger. We headed for the DoE main office, 30 minutes away.
It was early Sunday morning, when we were delivered to what appeared to be a fitness center, where we were given toiletries and fresh clothes in our exact sizes. When we had showered and changed, we were taken to the main offices of Product Development.
Security there was very tight. We were fingerprinted, photographed, and given badges that had `Escort Required' across the bottom. A new man was assigned as our escort. He took us to a conference room that required us to pass through two combination-locked vault doors. There were no other doors or windows.
The Director of Product Development, Alexander Addison, joined us shortly after we were seated. Our escort introduced each of us, and left the room.
Mr. Addison had already spoken to both Mayfield and Willkie and was already on a first name basis with them. He was very personable. He asked how Judge Wilson had become involved in all this, and I explained the way it happened. He asked how we knew each other and we told him about the Scout troop and the adoption of my son, and our vacation together. Addison revealed that he was in fact an Eagle Scout, and conversation swerved that direction. He admitted he had known we were at Sun Ranch since Tuesday, and asked how it was. He knew everything about the ranch and wasn't concerned that we were vacationing there. "I figured if the FBI couldn't find you, you were safe," he said.
"How did you know and the FBI didn't?"
"My guys are better at their jobs, than the Waco office of the FBI. Waco doesn't exactly get the cream of the crop."
Now able to talk specifics, the full impact of our discovery was explained that not only would it forever change the way electricity was distributed nation-wide, that with tweaks, it would alter communication across the world for the DoD.
It was finally dawning on me just how significant my discovery actually was.
Addison took us to the executive dining room for lunch, but first admonished us not to talk business outside the conference room. Our waiter presented a menu with today's choices I choose the roast duck.
Back in the conference room, Addison laid out his plan for the DoE to take over the design of my invention. He admitted his intension to steal away Mayfield and Willkie and had already made very lucrative job offers to both men. Then he presented an offer to buy Jeffries Electrical Components.
I was shocked. "What do you need with a small electrical component company?"
"Well, we don't really, we want your design."
"What about all my employees?"
He offered to provide job assistance to all displaced employees.
I didn't like the fact that all my work building the company was going to be thrown out, as well as all my people who depended on their jobs for a living.
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Selling `The Product'
We talked trying to find alternatives. What we finalized on Monday was simply selling them my idea. Since it is no longer in the patent system and there is no other record of it, I would sell it to the subsidiary of the DoE that handled acquisitions of this nature. What finalized the deal was the financial plan he offered.
The DoE would purchase `The Product' for $35 million. If a method to separate the electrical grid product from the DoD communications product, it would be marketed worldwide and I would retain a 5% royalty of the grid product.
Frank and I went to the housing they provided us, and discussed it Monday night. Tuesday morning we accepted their offer in principal, subject to the final contract. Tuesday afternoon the contract for the purchase was finalized. We took it back to our housing to read over Tuesday night.
Wednesday morning I became a multi-millionaire with a tax-free bank transfer from the United States government. We left for Waco leaving Mayfield and Willkie behind to begin work with their new associates in their new jobs.
Their first task was to separate the electrical product so that it couldn't be tweaked into the communications product. We flew commercial, first-class, back to Dallas Wednesday afternoon where another limo took us to my house.
Having Frank with me, I felt, made things go a lot more smoothly. I did increase his retainer to $25,000 a year.
We had stayed in contact with our families speaking every night, Frank with his family then me with Mark. Kerri was taking the three kids over to my house every day to swim in the new pool. We arrived home in McGregor to find three nude children swimming in the pool.
I went to work Thursday and had a lot of explaining to do, the suits that showed up and searched offices, and the disappearance of Mayfield and Willkie. All the other changes were invisible to the employees and they would never know. Frank and I both had to sign non-disclosure agreements that would send us to prison for treason if we revealed anything of The Product.
Jeffries Electrical Components survived the loss of our Product Development department. Everyone got to keep their jobs, never really knowing or fully realizing what had happened.
I do need to find a new head of Product Development. Mayfield and Willkie's families joined them living in Oak Ridge utilizing generous relocation allowances. I'm now also looking for a President of operations to take my place. I want to spend more time with Mark.
I reduced my time in the office to two days a week and spent a lot of it visiting with employees to see how I can help them do their jobs. I gave the woman a check for $500 for her suggestion on gloves that would help her do her job better, and the other employees got the idea I was serious. More ideas started coming in. I had to appoint a new manager to head up the Employee Suggestion Program.
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Chapter 16 – I've Got Another Boy for You
July 6 – July 12, 1980
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Those two days I did go to the office that week after our trip to Tennessee, I let Mark stay home, but he was never alone. Frankie spent the night before, and he and Mark would swim and play all day. The other five days I was home, they were allowed to invite any friends over they wanted. It was never quiet on my days at home, and I loved having them around.
Big John called, he and his boss came over to discuss the idea he only briefly was able to tell me the night we got back from vacation, the idea about filming a commercial at my pool.
They arrived with their current advertising brochures. Nothing like what they had done for me. The boss laid out the campaign his advertising company had suggested. It included all new materials with my pool and landscaping on the cover of each. They would need one nice clear day, to shoot the commercial and take still shots at the same time. The boss enjoyed watching Mark, Frankie, Staci, Jeff, and Amy playing in the pool and back yard naked. Joking, he thought that would make an interesting brochure. I told him he should make one like that, and send them out to Sun Ranch and the other naturist resorts in area offering his services to other naturists. He told me he'd think about it.
He offered me a deluxe top-of-the-line Jacuzzi of my choice free of charge if I would allow them to use my pool for the shoot.
I didn't have to think about it all that long; I did enjoy the Jacuzzi during our nudist experiment at the Wilson's neighbor.
His best Jacuzzi was too large for the space I wanted it in, so I chose one a little smaller. He agreed, and I agreed to allow the commercial. Work on the Jacuzzi would start the following week.
This was to be a mostly in the ground tub. To get it completely under the patio cover, a large hole needed to cut through the patio surface and the hole dug manually. When complete, about a foot of the tub would be above the ground so you could step down when entering the tub.
That week I also talked with an investment broker, headquartered in San Francisco working for a select group of wealthy private clients. He was recommended by Alexander Addison and the only way into the select group was by introduction of an existing client, like Addison. Alexander made the required arrangements on my behalf, and I called at the arranged time.
He already knew of me from speaking with Alexander. He agreed to take me on as a client for either a flat rate per year, or a much higher rate against the annual profits. As long as I made money, he made money, the more I made, the more he made. I went with the incentivizing rate plan. After signing all the documents and creation of my account, I sent him $30,000,000, leaving $5,000,000 in my bank for a rainy day.
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July 14 – 15, 1980 Demolition
The demolition crew showed up the following Monday. They had a giant wet-saw that would cut through the 4" thick patio concrete. They started working and the screaming of the saw hurt our ears it was so loud. I sent Mark to play over at Frankie's and I went to work, just to get away from the noise.
There wasn't much for me to do at the office. I ended up going through résumés for the positions I needed to fill. There was a couple of interest for each position. I gave them to my assistant, Nancy, to run background checks and if those cleared, set up interviews. I also asked her to start the process of putting together a company barbecue in my new back yard, fully catered of course. All expenses would be paid by the company and families were most definitely invited.
While sitting at my desk, wondering when I could go home, my assistant buzzed me. "Frank on your line."
"Hello Frank, glad to be back on the bench instead of fine dining in the executive dining room at the DoE?"
"Yeah, I am actually. Here, I'm in charge. There, I felt like we were being pushed around. And that conference room was claustrophobic. Hey, are you busy?"
"No, I'm only here escaping the workers putting in my new Jacuzzi. It was too noisy at home. I had to send Mark over to your house."
"Could you come down to my chambers, I've got a situation, and maybe you can bail me out."
"Ok, what is it?"
"Just come on down, I'll tell you when you get here."
"Fine, I'll be there in 30 minutes."
Grateful for something to do, I cleared my desk and checked out of the office.
I knocked on Frank's door. "Come!" sounded from within.
I entered. There was a middle-aged man with a manila file folder lying in his lap. "Allen, you remember Marjorie Patton, your adoption case worker? This is Phillip Patton, her twin brother. He also works in Social Services in Child Protective Services specializing in the hard-to-place youth category."
My mind immediately went to what could be wrong that I was speaking with CPS.
"Phil, this is Allen Jeffries."
"Pleasure to meet you Mr. Jeffries, my sister told me very nice things about you."
"Thank you, nice to meet you too; I see the resemblance to Marjorie."
"Thank you, I assure you, she is the better looking twin."
"Allen the reason we asked you to come in today is that we've got another boy for you." Phillip said. Frank pointed to a child sitting on the couch across the room. I hadn't even noticed him when I came in. "That is 12-year-old Brian. He's had a hard time, living out of the back seat of his mom's car, moving to the front seat when she had a customer, scrounging food from dumpsters, begging for change, that kind of stuff."
"Oh my God."
"He came into our care when his mother died of an overdose two years ago. Since then, he's been in three foster homes, and a group home, and he disappeared for a while, so nothing has worked out for him. Once he was raped by the boy friend of his foster family's daughter, and the last one, the family tried to rid him of his `gay' tendencies by whipping him with a leather strap," Phillip explained. "I was called in by the urgent care clinic that was tending to his injuries on his back, buttocks, and legs. The only attendants he would let treat him were men. That's one reason we'd like to place him with you."
"I was telling Marjorie about Brian, and the first person she thought of was you. We need an emergency foster placement for him by tonight or I'll have to take him to juvenile detention."
I was listening to what he was saying, but I was looking at Brian, watching him. He sat quietly, his legs crossed at the ankles, with miss-matched shoes. He was lifting his legs and letting then drop back down banging into the couch. Over and over.
"Frank, you know my home situation, are you sure this is gonna work for him?"
"Oh, if you're worried about your family's nudity, you needn't be concerned," Phillip said. "Reports from his other case workers say the he is quite comfortable in his skin. We think that may have been what instituted the latest beating. He seems to prefer nudity to clothing."
"Based on my sister's assessments of your situation, I have taken the liberty, of authorizing you to be an emergency foster parent for up to three children. I understand you have a three-bedroom house, and while we prefer children to have their own bedroom, that is rarely possible, and at times, the newcomer may need closer contact with a sibling. I suspect Brian may need that close relationship with your son, Mark."
"Why up to three?"
"Well, we have different levels of approval. It was just as easy to authorize you for three, as it would have been for one. If this works out for you, I would like to begin the official foster parent licensing process. There are a few hoops to jump through, but nothing a retired Scoutmaster can't handle, my sister has already done the background checks required. Your experience working with Scout aged children makes you eminently qualified for placement of the harder to place teenage and preteen boys like Brian. Most foster parents are only willing to take infants or toddlers, hoping to be able to adopt one."
"Yeah, sure, start the process," I mumbled, without looking at him.
He laid out some papers for me to sign which I did without reading them. I couldn't take my eyes off Brian and his sad blank face. He was showing no emotion sitting over there on the couch.
He handed me a folder. "This is everything we know about Brian, birth certificate, past placements, no known relatives, medical history, schools, education history, which is very poor, and his care instructions for his current condition from the urgent care clinic. There's a $150 VISA gift card in the folder for you to use to buy him anything he needs. He has nothing except what you can see; he isn't even wearing any underwear, although his bandages would prevent that anyway."
I got up without taking my eyes off him and he was looking directly at me. I walked around Frank's furniture to sit beside the small, frightened boy on the couch. I put my hand on his leg and said, "Hi, I'm Allen, but you can call me papa. Is that ok with you?"
He didn't say anything, but took my hand and held on tight. "Where would you like to go?" this time asking a question that couldn't be answered with a head nod or shake.
He looked up at me for several moments boring deep into my soul, "With you."
"Those are the first words he's spoken since he arrived at the clinic. I knew you were the right person," Phillip said, almost with a tear in his eye.
"Frank, you have my power of attorney, sign whatever he needs from me. We're going shopping." I checked the time, it was 11:00. "And Frank, could you call the boys and have them meet us at my house at 12:30. Let `em know what's happening, and that I'm bringing home lunch. Standard attire is fine."
I stood taking Brian's hand with me and he followed along clinging tightly to my hand now with both of his. On the way to the Suburban, I could see he was walking funny so to get him up in the front seat; I picked him up avoiding touching the damaged areas of his behind. While helping him get in, I asked if it was ok to go to the store and lunch.
"McDonald's?"
"Sure Mickey D's it is."
I got an enthusiastic, "Schweet!
"I need something soft to sit on." He pleaded.
I lifted him back out and put a blanket down, then lifted him back in. "Is it your bottom?"
He nodded.
I carry Tylenol in the glove box and a one-quart water bottle under the seat, I can't help it, it's the Boy Scout in me. Be Prepared, that's me. I had him take one of the pills before we took off.
On the drive over to the mall in Waco, I casually mentioned, "I understand that you prefer to not wear any clothing."
"That's ok, I'll wear any clothes you tell me to wear, I won't do it anymore, just don't hurt me."
"Brian," I said as I pulled to the side of the road. Tears were running down both cheeks and I took his hand in both of mine. "No one's going to hurt you just because you like to be naked."
"They did last time! I was even inside my own room."
"Well, your new home is different. I just wanted to tell you that you will be able to be naked most of the time, if that's what you want. My son and I and his friends don't usually wear clothes inside the house either, and neither will you if you don't want to."
His tears subsided and we drove on to the mall. Trying to get out of the suburban, he couldn't scoot his butt across the seat without pain, so I lifted him out, he felt very light. This was the first time I had a chance to look him over.
He was thin, his clothes were threadbare, and loose, he needed a haircut, and a bath. His shoes didn't match, they weren't even the same size. "Where'd you get those shoes," I asked trying to coax some more words out of him.
"The dumpster behind the Goodwill."
"But you were in a foster home. Didn't they buy you clothes?"
"No, she made me climb in the dumpster to find anything I could wear."
Holding hands we walked slowly to Sears, the pain pill hadn't taken effect yet and walking still hurt. We went to the Boy's dept. for my second time. This trip was reminiscent of my trip with Mark just four months ago.
Brian wasn't in the mood for a full-blown shopping spree, he didn't feel well enough to enjoy it so we'd only get a few necessities and come back some other time. A female sales associate came up offering her assistance. Brian hid behind me his arm wrapping around my leg. "I'm sorry, we need a male salesman, please."
"Certainly sir, not a problem, he'll be with you in a moment."
The male associate soon approached, "How may I be of assistance, gentlemen."
"This young man is coming to live with me and has nothing. He's not feeling too well at the moment, so we just need to get him say three sets of clothing for now, and a few other things. Then we'll come back later."
"Could we start with some t-shirts? I want to get this off him."
In the t-shirt aisle, first task was to determine his size. The salesman guessed right on the first shirt he picked up and held up to his shoulders. "Ok, Brian which ones would you like?"
Brian had many choices, and picked over the piles till he presented me with one. "I like this one."
"Ok, let's go try that on for size." I led off with Brian holding my hand the whole way. I opened the changing room door thinking Brian would know what to do, but he just stood there. "It's ok Brian, just step in and try on the shirt."
"Aren't you coming with me?"
We moved to a larger changing room and I helped him out of his shirt. This kid wasn't just thin, he was beyond skinny, he was emaciated. His ribs were exposed and his abdomen shrunken in. The shoulders of the shirt fit fine, the rest hung on him like a sack, but at least we could throw his old shirt away. I brought him out and back to the t-shirt aisle. "You need a couple more, you're getting three sets of clothes." He dug back into the piles of shirts looking for a couple more.
"That was a good guess with the shirt," I told the salesman, "care to try again with shorts and underwear?"
He pulled up Brian's new t-shirt trying to gage the waist size, "He is pretty thin, let's go with these over here and the same size underwear. Try the shorts first if they fit, the underwear will too." In the underwear aisle there were again several choices, I made the executive decision to go with the same type Mark bought.
Back to the changing room and Brian undid the pants and eased them over his sore, bandaged behind. With no underwear, his undersize penis barely stuck out, made him look even younger. I had him turn around so I could see the bandages. The entirety of his buttocks except the central crack was covered in thick gauze, but beyond the bandages were some ugly bruises. I don't think you're going to be able to wear underpants over those bandages, you're going to have to go commando. I got a smile out of him at that comment. The shorts seemed to fit, the extra padding making the fit difficult to assess, but the waist did, so we left those on and went back to pick out two more. They had elastic waistbands so we didn't even need a belt.
We picked up a package of six pairs of white socks, and didn't figure he needed jeans for now or a swimsuit for that matter. Dress clothes can also wait, last thing we need is shoes. Our salesman also handled boy's shoes and suggested a lightweight pair of Keds slip-ons. Great for summer wear, he said.
I paid with the gift card, he carried the empty box his shoes came in, and I carried the rest, he was walking a little better. "How's the pain, you look better."
"Yeah, not too bad, doesn't hurt as much."
"Good, one more stop before lunch."
We stowed the bags and drove to Rite-Aid drug store. I got the aftercare directions from the folder that listed what was needed for bandage changes. We went shopping again. We found everything listed and I went looking for lubricant, Marks supply was running low. I allowed Brian to look around while I searched. I found the lube, and added a few tubes. I found Brian in the toy aisle; he was holding a plush teddy bear. "Whacha got there Brian?"
"Oh," he said as he hurriedly put it back. "It's just a stuffed bear like one my mom gave me."
"Well, put him in the basket; see anything else you'd like to have?" He picked the bear up and carefully placed it in the basket. I moved us over to the swimming accessories. "You have a pool now, anything you need?" He got a pair of goggles and fins and a squirt gun. "I don't think we have any squirt guns, get four or five more in different colors." A couple aisles over we got him toiletries of his own, toothbrush, paste, etc.
Now driving back home we waited till we got to the nearest McDonalds to stop for takeout. "What do you want Brian?"
"I don't know what do they have?"
"You've never been to McDonalds before?"
"No, but I've seen their signs. We could never afford it."
"How about I get you the same thing I'm having?"
"That's fine."
"Ok then." I ordered four Quarter pounders with cheese, four large fries, and four chocolate shakes. We took our order to go and were in the driveway within minutes. "Just a warning, inside, my son and the son of the judge you met this morning are waiting to meet you, they're both 13 and you can probably guess what they are wearing."
"Nothing you said. Right?"
"Most likely."
We went in the front door. Mark instantly took total control. He introduced himself and Frankie and confirmed the newcomer was named Brian. He did something I never expected; he took Brian into a giant hug. With his mouth next to Brian's ear, he welcomed him to the family. Then Frankie did the same thing. They both touched Brian in a way he was unaccustomed to being touched. Tears were again running down his face.
Grabbing Brian's hand and pulling him down the hall, he asked, "He sleeping with me, Right?"
I replied, "I don't know ask him where he wants to sleep."
I gave them a few minutes then yelled down the hallway, "Lunch is served!"
I had removed the wrappers from the burgers and dumped the fries beside the bun on dinner plates.
A pile of ketchup wrappers was on another plate in the center and four chocolate milk shakes were sitting by the plates.
Brian appeared following Mark into the dining area. He was naked but for his bandages. Mark got a pillow from the living room for Brian to sit on. I had set the plates on the four sides of the dinette table, but Mark put the pillow on Brian's chair and moved it sideways. He pulled his own chair around beside Brian then pulled his food over too before sitting next to his new friend. We all dug into lunch.
"When are you going to take off his bandages so we can see his bruises?" Frankie asked after his first bite of his Quarter Pounder.
"That's kinda personal Frankie, it's up to Brian, if he wants you to see his butt."
"Oh he already said it was ok." Mark replied.
"Well then, I guess you can later this afternoon when I remove it and get him cleaned up. I assume you're spending the night Frankie?"
"Of course," he mumbled with a mouthful of fries.
After lunch, I sent the boys outside to retrieve the packages from the Suburban. Fortunately, they went out the back way to where it was in the driveway, I had again neglected to remind them to put clothes on. On their way to Marks bedroom, I told them to take the tags off the clothes and to bring them to the laundry so we could wash the newness off them. The bags disappeared and shortly Mark stood there with a large bundle in his arms. As I accompanied him to the washer, he asked, "Do you remember my boxes?"
"If you're talking about your old stuff, yeah, they're in the garage."
"Is there a stuffed bear in one?"
"Yeah, I think I remember seeing some sort of stuffed animal."
"Would it be possible to find it?"
"Sure buddy, no problem." I calmly replied. Inside I was doing back flips and cartwheels. He wanted part of his past restored. I couldn't get to the garage fast enough. I pulled the box and retrieved the bear, taking it directly to his room. Then I saw why. Brian's new bear was sitting proudly on a pillow and Mark wanted his right next to him. "Here you go, what's his name?"
"Boo Boo."
"Ah, Yogi's little buddy. Nice!"
He took him to the bed and placed him next to Brian's new bear. Mark's bear was dingy, and it smelled. It needed to be washed badly, but now is not the time for that. "Do you have a name for your bear yet Brian?"
"Not yet, I want to see what fits him first."
Next order of business was the full house tour, from the garage, to my bedroom, to the back yard and the current construction.
I then realized how strange it was that no one was working on the new Jacuzzi. Just as that thought entered my head, Big John called. "Boss wants to talk with you; he wants to sweeten your deal with us. Can we stop by?"
2:00 the kids were out back, Mark and Frankie naked in the pool, and Brian naked as well sitting on a cushion squirting them with one of the new squirt guns. I felt sorry for Brian having to sit out while the others had fun. Big John and the owner knocked at the front door. I checked the peephole, and since it was only them, I allowed them in. They've seen us all naked before and I couldn't care less. We went out back to the partially destroyed patio. I did have to introduce the newest addition, my new foster son, Brian.
Brian really is comfortable in his skin, he even got up and came over to the table where we were sitting to say hello to the two strangers.
The owner got right to it. "The advertising company wants the new campaign to show off every top-of-the-line product we sell. We want your backyard to be the showcase home for McLennan County Backyard Oasis. You already have our best pool. We want to put in the best Jacuzzi, AND, the best patio with all the bells and whistles; outdoor kitchen, built-in barbecue, bar with beer taps, a stone fireplace/pizza oven, all new teak table and matching chairs, and lounge furniture. We'll replace your patio cover with the nicest one we sell, and we'll extend it out far enough to cover the new Jacuzzi. We want to remove your existing patio and replace it with a 36" stone tile patio all the way out to where it will blend into the pool deck.
"Everything we're offering would cost about $25,000 and we're offering it to you, free. All we ask in return is for two days for filming, and an occasional customer visit to your back yard with plenty of advance notice, of course."
"Can you show me what it's going to look like?"
"Just so happens, I have some drawings right here." They were only pencil drawing, but done by a professional. They were good.
"Throw in the original pencil sketches and you got yourself a deal."
He reached across the old glass and metal table to shake my hand. "We'll be back tomorrow morning. It will take 3-4 days to complete everything. Then we'll get together to schedule the commercial shoot days."
Big John then told me that with all the stonework, things were going to be really noisy the next week or so, his boss always underestimates how long things take. He suggested that we might want to consider a short vacation or to stay with friends.
I didn't think it would be that bad, besides, I wanted to get Brian to a pediatrician and a nutritionist, so I called Kerri for her recommendation and called the doctor immediately after. He had a cancellation for tomorrow morning. I took it.
That afternoon I had Brian lay face down on Mark's bed. I used a combination of pulling and alcohol to loosen the first aid tape away from his tender buttocks. Carefully, I peeled back the gauze revealing horrific bruises, and many open cuts and scratches. "My God Brian, what did she use on you, a leather strap couldn't do this kind of damage?"
"It was a leather belt Papa, but it had heavy-duty staples sticking through it. It took me 30 minutes to get both gauze pads with all the tape off, and remove the residual sticky goo. The clinic had done a good job trimming off the ripped skin; I only found a few small areas to trim. The instruction called for a few hours in the air to help in the healing process.
"Well, looks like you're good to go, but don't sit on any furniture without a towel, some of those could start bleeding if you scrape off the scabs that have started forming."
"Can he go swimming now?" Mark asked.
I read the instructions; there were no restrictions against swimming or bathing. He needed a bath, and chlorine is a disinfectant that would help clean the wounds, so I gave him permission. Three now fully naked boys ran for the pool.
I checked his bottom again after an hour and he was still looking good.
I had an idea that might just replace the gauze and sticky tape. Somewhere in my camping supplies, I had disposable diapers I started carrying when a boy joined the troop and wet the bed every night. Ah, there they are. I had three clean diapers still sealed in a zip-lock bag.
After a dinner of delivery Chinese food, they were out in the pool again.
I allowed the boys to play and swim outside till 8:30 and made them come in in preparation for bed; I wanted Brian's behind to dry out before bedtime. I had Brian lay over my lap in the living room to recheck his bottom. Just lightly running my hand over it, I could feel a few ragged edges where the water soaking had lifted loose, jagged edges of skin. I had to send Mark to my bathroom for the fine scissors and my desk for a magnifying glass. Only took me about 10 minutes to trim off the rough spots and he was ready for a shower and bed. I took Brian into my shower while Mark and Frankie shared the other.
I showered Brian, checking over every square inch of his skin, I wanted to be able to show the pediatrician any irregularities I found. I found he had a few round spots that I didn't know what they were. Brian told me they were cigarette burns. It looked like he had several other healed minor injuries. I did his hair last shampooing it twice, and applied conditioner. With my hand still coated in slippery conditioner I reach for and touched his penis, he didn't react so I inspected it in detail. I let my hand rub lightly along his little shaft and it responded by becoming hard.
I used the opportunity to ask about his sexuality. "You're almost 13 now aren't you?"
"Yup, September 29th."
"Have you learned about playing with your penis like this?" I asked as I blatantly stroked his erection.
"Yeah, two foster homes ago. He'd do what you're doing now or put it in his mouth and suck on it, and I'd get really good feelings he called the tingles. But the last home, if I got caught touching it, that's when I got my arm burned."
"Did anything other than pee ever come out when you got the tingles?"
"Not back then but now sometimes stuff comes out at night and gets on my sheets. I was doing what you're doing now when I got beaten. Can I make it stop doing that?"
"No Brian, you can't stop it, but you can decide when you want it to come out. Would you like me to show you how?"
"Yes please."
All I had to do was increase what I was already doing and tighten my grip a little. I soon had him moaning and pushing his hips into my hand. In under two minutes, he ejaculated a couple of thin squirts and he loved the feelings it produced. "That's all there is too it. You can do that about anytime you want, well, maybe not anytime, certainly not in public, but with a friend like Mark or Frankie. If you want, you can work with them, and they can help you learn all about masturbating. That's what it called when you do that."
"But that's what I was doing when my foster mom caught me this morning, and punished me, but I wasn't doing it as good as you did."
"Well that is one of the most natural things a boy your age does, certainly nothing to be punished over. I can't imagine why she would have done that.
"Tomorrow morning I'm taking you to a doctor who specializes in children called a pediatrician. He's going to do many of the same things I did, checking out your body and see how we can make you a little healthier. He's going to poke you and feel all over your body and including around your penis area. He going to check the damage to your bottom, look in your eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, but he won't masturbate you, he may ask if you produce any semen, that's what the stuff that squirted out is called. So you can say yes if he asks that question. He may even have to look or feel up inside your butt. I want you to answer every question he asks truthfully; you don't hide stuff from a doctor. Don't worry though, he'll be very gentle, and nothing he'll do will hurt, it may feel weird, uncomfortable, or good, but it won't hurt, that I promise you. Ok?"
"Ok, Papa." He flung his arms around my neck and gave me a big hug. "Thank you Papa, I love being here. You make me feel so . . . so safe."
"You are safe here, Brian, we want you here with us. You can stay with us as long as you like." I patted him dry with a towel then carried him to the living room laying him on his stomach to dry completely for a half hour before bedtime. He started watching TV, but didn't make it to the first commercial break. Mark drew my attention to the sleeping boy who looked to be totally at peace. "Did you guys figure out where he's sleeping tonight?"
"Jeez Dad, you have to ask? Right where his teddy bear is."
"Fine. Go turn down the bed. I'll bring Brian."
Do you know how hard it is to pick up and carry a sleeping child face down, without touching their bottoms? It was hard. I finally put one arm under his chest and one under his thighs. His arms and head hung down, and I had to walk sideway down the hall, but the little guy didn't wake, he'd had a big day, his whole world had been turned upside down.
"Put him in the middle Dad, me and Frankie are gonna keep him company."
"Isn't that going to be tight?"
"Not that bad, we'll make it work."
I managed to get him in the middle. I adjusted his head into a comfortable position and got his arm out from under him. "We can leave him like that, without the sheet till you guys come after the show ends," I suggested.
"That's ok Dad, we're going to bed now too. I don't want him to wake up alone," Mark said protectively, climbing up and lying on Brian's far side. Frankie who had followed us in climbed in on the near side.
"Try not to hit his butt. Good night boys" I leaned over and gave Frankie a kiss on the forehead, and walked to the other side and kissed Mark on the lips, and moved to the door.
"Brian needs a kiss too Dad." Mark complained.
"You're absolutely right Mark, thank you for reminding me." I walked to the bedside, leaned over Frankie, and kissed the sleeping boy on the cheek. "Goodnight Brian, welcome to the family."
I pulled the sheet up, just below Brian's butt. I shut down the house and locked up for the night; I'd had an emotionally big day too.
July 15th Doctor and Barber
I'm always afraid that when I get to bed early, I'll wake too early and not be able to get back to sleep. I woke at 6:30, a half hour later than normal after 9 hours. Stopping at the open bedroom door of the boy's room, I stood taking in the scene, three naked bodies, top sheet kicked off, all on their stomachs. Brian in the middle, the two outer boys each had an arm over the new boy. Frankie's arm over his back, Mark's hand lying on his butt.
I smiled, because I'm in heaven.
I settled on a simple breakfast, choice of cereals or oatmeal, fruit, OJ, milk or hot chocolate, and toast. I took my coffee to the partially destroyed patio, which would be completely destroyed later today.
Few minutes later Mark came to the patio, crawled up in my lap, and started playing with my dick. "Where's your new brother?" I asked.
"Is he really my brother?"
"He's your foster brother and my foster son. So where is he?"
"Frankie's sucking his dick."
"So you've become close brothers already."
Mark giggled, "Yeah, I guess you could say so. Is he Frankie's brother too?"
"Technically, no. But he is, just as much as you and Frankie are brothers or cousins."
"So sometimes you're a relative by friendship not by blood." Mark observed.
"Yeah, sometimes those are stronger bonds than being brothers by blood. How's his bottom feeling this morning?"
"Don't know it didn't come up. He didn't say anything, so that should be a good sign."
I gave a knowing smile. "Is Frankie going with us to the doctor this morning?"
"No, he has to mow the lawn before trash day. So we're taking him home first."
"You know, since you came to live with me; you haven't been to a doctor."
"I'm not sick or hurt, I don't need a doctor," Mark protested.
"It's called a wellness visit. Allows the doctor to get a baseline of what your health is when you're not sick so he has something to compare to when you get sick.
"And . . . I thought that since we're taking Brian, you could go too. It means you could be there with him and support him. This could be scary for him. Having you there might make it less scary for him, since you've had physicals before."
"I've never been to a doctor, not a real one at least."
"But, I have your physical form you turned in before summer camp last year, one side of that was a physical by a doctor."
"Russ filled that out; they weren't going to spend any money on a doctor for me."
"Oh, I see. That's all the more reason for you to go today."
"Ok."
"After the doctor, we are going to get him a haircut. Looks like it wouldn't hurt for you to get one too."
"Yeah, it's getting in my eyes too much. I'm ok with that."
Frankie and Brian came out on the patio. "What's for breakfast?"
"Good morning to you two as well. There are some options, but most of it is on the table you walked past."
"Oh, good morning Tio. Sorry I wasn't looking." Frankie said.
"Good Morning Brian, do I get a good morning or a hug?"
"You can have both! Good Morning Papa!" he said as he put his arms around my neck.
"Thank you, now we can go eat."
The work crew started at 8:00. It took a while for them to get ramped up, but they finally started up the wet-saw again.
"That's it, we're outta here. Brian, we need to cover your butt, before you dress. I've got something we can try instead of the tape." Last night I had cut the diaper apart removing the part that goes between the legs. I had Mark and Frankie hold it up to his butt, and used Ace wraps to hold it in place by simply wrapping it around his body from his navel to just above his penis. Seemed to work.
"Ok, get your clothes on; we leave in 5 minutes."
We dropped Frankie at home on our way.
The sounds at home were deafening, the quiet of the doctor's waiting room was a welcome change. He had comic books too, so the wait wasn't so bad for the guys. I read a few too, just to see what comic books were like today. They sure have changed from the days of Daffy Duck.
At last, the assistant came out and called my name. We all went in together. She weighed both boys, checked heights, took temperatures, blood pressures, then tried to get some history. I explained there were no histories available. She gave them cups to pee in; and directed them to the restroom. Don't mix up the cups! She put us in a room and told the boys to remove their shirts, pants, shoes, and socks, underwear could be left on. They sat side by side on the table waiting for the doctor, Mark in his underpants, Brian in his diaper and Ace wraps.
For a doctor, he was a younger man, mid 30s, very pleasant, and great with kids, even had Brian at ease in only a couple minutes. I filled him in on the boy's current situation, Mark's adoption 4 months ago, Brian with me since yesterday. He began his exam, He instinctively knew based on Brian's body language to check Mark for something, allowing Brian to watch; then do the same exam on Brian.
And so it went through the whole process, when he came to the part where the boys had to remove their underwear, Mark went first. He dropped his underpants and the doctor checked his penis then his testicles. He had him do the cough thing. He had Mark turn around and bend over, he noted the healed spots all over Mark's buttocks but indicated no problems that everything had healed nicely, he checked his anus for tears.
Next was Brian's turn. He lifted Brian off the table to stand beside Mark. He had me help remove the Ace wrap holding the diaper in place. "Nice, very original bandaging! Sure beats using all that adhesive tape," doc said sounding impressed. He checked Brian the way he had checked Mark till he got to his behind. He had Brian lie back down on the exam table; butt up so he could check him closer under the exam light. "You said she used a strap with staples, that doesn't explain the deep bruising Brian, were you injured prior to when she used the strap?"
"Oh, it wasn't just a strap; she used the bread tray, too."
"What's the bread tray," I asked.
"It's a wood tray she uses in the kitchen to cut things on. It's about this big . . . " using his hands he indicated a board about 8" wide and 12" long . . . "with a handle on one end. She used that on me till the handle broke off. Then she got mad and switched to the strap." I held Brian's hand as he recounted the torture. He didn't cry, but I did and my hatred for this bitch boiled.
The doctor was required by law to document the physical abuse, and he retrieved his instamatic camera to take pictures. He took close ups of each buttock, the burn marks on his arms, then had Brian stand and took nude front and rear pictures to document his undernourishment.
Seeing his instamatic camera reminded me I had film from Sun Ranch to develop.
He was pleased with the lack of infection and the overall condition of the damage to his buns. I told the doctor that I soaked him in chlorine yesterday for three hours, and then trimmed the loose skin. The doctor told me to continue the chlorine treatments till it was healed and even longer if Brian enjoyed them. Yeah, that's not going to be a problem, he thinks he's a fish.
The doctor gave me quite a few recommendations to help improve Brian's weight slowly, and made us another appointment for two weeks later to check on the recovery process. The doctor and I got Brian's extra-large bandage in place and rewrapped with the Ace bandages.
Next stop was the sheep shearer, at least that's what I called the place as we pulled up in front of my barber. Brian wasn't used to my sense of humor yet and was pleased when he realized actual sheep were not involved.
Again, I had Mark go first to allay any fears that Brian may have. Brian asked for his hair to be left a little longer than Mark's. Both survived their shearing and Brian looked less like the shaggy dog. In fact he was downright cute, looked like he was maybe 11 instead of his almost 13 years.
The doctor visits and a couple haircuts took up most of the morning, so we stopped at a restaurant for an early lunch. I chose a sit down restaurant hoping to take up as much time as possible. We were still home by 12:30 and the screaming from the saw cutting out my patio was deafening in front of the house while we were still in the driveway. I pulled back out into the street. "Where we going?" I asked.
"Ice cream!" Mark suggested.
"Bowling!" Brian offered.
"How about both? Bowling first then ice cream"
"Yeah!" came in stereo from the back seat.
The nearest bowling alley was in South Waco, so it took us 25 minutes to get there and find the place. I had no idea where it was and had to stop and ask directions. We rented shoes and found balls with the proper finger patterns for our hands. Brian had done this before. So had I, but like 25 years ago. Mark was playing his first game.
Brian got 9 in his first frame, Mark watched carefully and mimicked Brian's style, he got a strike.
"Oh, yeah, I'm bad, so cool!" Mark strutted.
I got a 6. Brian won the first game 122 to my 103 to Mark's 92. "Yo dude, what happened to the kid that got a strike on the first ball?"
"I think I need a different ball," Mark complained.
We played a second game then took a break to hit the restaurant, if you can call it that. I ordered us some Mozzarella sticks, and some chicken nuggets and drinks all around. The food turned out to be microwaved frozen food. By hey, it's bowling with my boys.
Third game I tried to make the ball curve. It curved all right, everywhere but into the pocket. We played two more games till we started getting blisters.
From there we went to the Blue Bell Ice Cream Shoppe.
We got home while a bobcat was moving concrete chunks to a haul-away and got to talk to Big John. "So how long is it really going to be?"
"It's going to be Wednesday of next week, seriously, you should consider a Hawaii cruise or an African safari, anyplace other than here."
I got on the phone and called Robert's parents. "Who got you your last minute cruise?" He gave me the contact and I called. There was a 7-day inter-island cruise around Hawaii leaving the day after tomorrow and the deals were fantastic. We'd could fly tomorrow out of Dallas, spend one night in Honolulu, and board the ship the next afternoon, flying home a week later. I told the agent I'd call her right back.
I called Frank and asked if Frankie could go with us, and he approved.
I called the agent back, I expected she would try to up-sell to the next higher cabin pricing. I didn't wait for her to try; it was time to spend some of my $35 million.
I told her we wanted the cruise. I wanted the best cabin available for one adult, one 12-year-old and two 13-year-old boys, a limo to the airport tomorrow morning, round trip first-class airfare from Dallas, and a limo from the airport till the ship departed. Full soda packages on board for the kids, and unlimited drink package for myself. She suggested and I accepted the upgraded dinner package that included all the specialty restaurants instead of the main dining room.
She put me on hold checking tomorrow's flight. "Tomorrow flights are either 8:00 a.m. arriving local time at 11:45 a.m. or 11:15 a.m. arriving at 3:06 p.m." Damn the 8:00 a.m. flight means leaving here at 4:30. But the 11:15 flight doesn't give us much time in Honolulu.
"For your return, I have nonstop departures at 7:00 p.m. arriving the next morning at 7:20 a.m. or 8:25 p.m. arriving 8:52 a.m. Which do you prefer?"
"Ok, give us the 8:00 a.m. outbound tomorrow and the 8:25 p.m. return but slip it back to give us an extra day in Honolulu after the cruise. So we'll need the hotel again too. And I want a limo on that end of the trip as well."
"Yes sir, if I can have your card information, and the names of the travelers. I'll get right on this and call you back when everything is arranged."
I called Frank. "Have Frankie pack and come over tonight since we were leaving at 4:30 in the morning. He'll need a suit and some nice traveling clothes like a polo and shorts, and normal vacation clothes. Could you bring him over later, Brian needs some stuff and we're going shopping."
"Boys! Get dressed, we're going shopping." They appeared ready to go a few minutes and we were off to the mall in Waco again. The suit for Brian need only last through this trip. He'll outgrow it fast as he returns to a normal weight for his height. Sears is an easy place to shop for that.
On the drive I told them, I had good news and bad news. They wanted the bad news first. "You have to get up and be ready to go tomorrow at 4:30 a.m."
"Go where?"
"That's the good news. We're going to Hawaii!"
We found Brian an off-the-rack suit, dress shirt, and tie; nice shorts for both of them, not those cargo shorts; a nice pair of dress shoes; and a couple polo shirts. We'll pick up swimsuits in Hawaii, those wild Hawaiian print ones. I can even stand to get a new one for myself. We also got him a medium rolling bag. Last thing I picked up was film for my camera.
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Chapter 17 – Damn, 4:00 a.m. is Early
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Last night before going to bed, I made sure all three of them were packed and had today's clothes laying on top of their bags. Which were staged by the front door. They even had time for one last session in the pool before I sent them to their room at 8:30 p.m. to try to get some sleep. Of course, just because they were in bed, didn't mean they were asleep, the giggling, moaning, and cries of ecstasy when the orgasms hit continued well past 9:00 p.m. I'm sure those were what finally put them to sleep.
Walking past their door on my way to the coffee machine, I paused for just a moment to enjoy the serenity of three naked boys in a tangle of arms and legs, asleep on their bed, the sheet long ago kicked to the floor.
Having started the coffee, I went back to wake them. I sat on the bed and shook each boy. When they didn't wake, I moved to their exposed penises, and awoke them by stroking their dicks erect. Eyes fluttered, then opened; arms and legs, stretched; Mark crawled to me and kissed me good morning, then Frankie, and finally our new foster boy, Brian. He lingered and asked me to help him with his girdle. That's what Frank had called Brian's makeshift bandage last night when he dropped off Frankie. He said it reminded him of his grandmother's girdle.
Kneeling next to me, I unwound the layers of Ace wrap holding his bandage in place. There were no signs of blood or oozing wounds on it and I did a quick check of his butt for any redness indicating an infection. Finding nothing, I told him to just use his underpants to hold it in place from now on when he was dressed. I hurried the three of them off to the showers admonishing them not to play around; the limo would be here soon. I added the Ace wrap to my large roller bag just in case.
At 4:25 a.m. there was a quiet knock at the door. Still sipping my coffee, but now with clothes on, I answered to find a young man of about 25. 6'2" tall, trim physique, wearing a lightweight summer suit, with a chauffeur's cap. "Good morning sir, I'm ready when you are." He said softly.
"No need to whisper, young man, no one's still asleep here."
"Very good, Sir. I'm James; I'll be your driver today. Where you headed this morning?" he asked in a normal voice.
"Four of us to Hawaii."
"Ah, American Airlines terminal. I have an envelope for you from your travel agent. May I take the bags, or are there last minute items to store?"
"No, you can have the bags, anything now can go in the carry-on bags."
He took our roller bags and loaded them in the trunk. The boys showed up dressed, each with their carry-on daypack. My own carry-on was a small duffel.
"My you three all look very nice, I'm impressed." They all gave me big smiles. We proceeded out to the limo and James gave us a tour of the interior.
"The bar in here," as he pushed a button allowing the front to drop down, "has bagels, cream cheese, croissants, and a variety of jams and jellies. The refrigerator has orange juice and milk, and the thermos has hot coffee. I would suggest waiting till we get out on the highway before starting breakfast. We have about a two hour ride, so sit back, and enjoy yourselves.
We wove through town then out to Highway 84. It was another 20 miles to the expressway and figured if I didn't feed them now, they'd be asleep before we make it to Waco. I got the bagels and croissants out and prepared them as each boy requested and handed out the plates. Paper cups with orange juice was next and when those were gone, the milk followed. James warned us the turn onto route 35 was coming up and to hold on to our plates.
With a little food in their bellies, and the steady sounds of the interstate, the boys were soon asleep. I enjoyed the excellent coffee provided, found the music controls, and went through the materials provided by the travel agent.
The boys awoke when the sounds changed as we slowed to enter DFW airport. A couple last remnants of breakfast and a little more milk, and we were at the American first-class departures. I handed my ticket to James for him to check our bags.
When we exited the limo, Brian was looking around everywhere, he jumped when another hurried passenger brushed by him. Mark noticed that Brian was a little nervous too, and held his hand waiting for the return of our tickets with the checked baggage tags.
Inside, the terminal was busy, not like a holiday or even a weekend, but it was still early, just past 6:30. I could see he was becoming anxious at the hustle of the airport. All three boys were first-time flyers. The line for security was short, but even that process was intimidating to Brian but he managed to make it through. On the other side of security, I saw the sign directing us to the American lounge for which we had passes and we headed there.
Inside was a buffet of breakfast items and Mark and Frankie, being bottomless pits attacked the table Brian stood leaning against me, holding my hand. All of this was a bit overwhelming for him. We sat out of the way and Mark brought him a plate and went back for more. I stayed with Brian and talked softly to him, trying to assure him that everything was ok.
The lounge host even noticed Brian's uneasiness and came over putting little pilot wings on each boy's lapel. He had calmed noticeably and even allowed the female host to attach his wings. I tried my best to describe all the events that were going to happen as we boarded the plane and what would happen during the flight. I described the take-off trying to put and put an exciting spin on it.
It wasn't long till the host came over to us and told us our flight was ready to board. Brian and I walked hand-in-hand with Mark and Frankie following along behind to our gate and boarded almost immediately. The first class seating is very spacious. With so much room, we simply stored our bags under the seat if front of us.
Choosing who sat with whom was a small challenge. Both Brian and Mark stated their desire to sit with me. Mark even tried playing the daddy card. But Brian won out when he said, "No, I NEED to sit with Papa." Mark saw the fear in his eyes and sat with Frankie on the opposite side of the aisle, allowing his new brother to sit next to me.
All was good while the passengers filed past us filling in the coach section of the plane. They got lots of affectionate looks and comments about how cute they looked, or how nicely dressed they were. I knew this would be stressful for Brian with so many people crowded around but he handled it well. The door closed and we were towed backwards and the engines started, causing Brian a minor panic attack.
"Where's Scout, I need Scout," Brian said anxiously.
I tried to calm him by speaking smoothly. "What is Scout?" The flight attendant saw his little outburst and came to help.
"I need Scout!" he exclaimed pointing to his carry-on bag. The attendant pulled his daypack out from under the seat and opened it offering the open pack to Brian. From the open top, Brian pulled out his teddy bear. I hadn't even realized he brought it. He hugged it to his chest.
Across the aisle, Mark unbuckled his seat belt and retrieved his and Frankie's packs, each pulled out their stuffed animals, with Mark handing them both to Brian. The flight attendant replaced all three bags and got Mark buckled back in his seat.
Brian was now perfectly calm hugging the three animals. "So you named him Scout? Why did you pick that name?" I asked.
"My brother watches out for me and he's a Boy Scout. So I called him Scout, because he watches out for me too."
"And I see you're borrowing Boo-Boo from Mark, who's your other friend?"
"This is Brownie; he's a dog, not a bear. He belongs to Frankie." We had been taxiing this whole time and were now turning onto the main runway.
"Here we go, this is the fun part!" I said trying to encourage him. He actually enjoyed the takeoff, even giggling some as I tickled him some, squeezing my hand between the stuffed animals and his ticklish ribs.
I think he must have gotten over his fear of flying when the takeoff proved to be fun; he loved the feeling of being pushed back into the seat and the bumps of the mild turbulence.
When the `Fasten Seatbelt' sign went off Brian returned Brownie and Boo-Boo to their little boys. Breakfast was served and was worthy of any of the restaurants at home. It was the boy's third breakfast of the morning.
Once again allowed to move about, the boys did just that. They were invited to the cockpit and the co-pilot allowed each to sit in his seat and `fly' the plane. Brian enjoyed trying to walk in the aisles weaving side to side as the plane just naturally moves through the air. That was how he met the Hawaiian mother of a little boy. He lost his balance and nearly fell into the empty seat next to her. He sat with her for several minutes as she regaled to him the beauty of her island. Frankie and Mark made friends with an older couple about 60 or so, they discovered that they too were going on the same cruise.
The rest of the flight was normal, flying across southern New Mexico, Arizona, and along the California – Mexico border. From one side of the plane you could see California, the other side Mexico. The boys were like Ping-Pong balls bouncing from one side to the other. For all of them it was an exciting trip. Over the ocean, the movie was started so the blinds were lowered; there was really nothing to see anyway, just a lot of water.
Lunch was served about an hour before landing.
Our approach put Honolulu off to the right side of the plane and all three boys wanted the view. I gave up my seat moving across the aisle, and the nice Hawaiian woman moved to the aisle seat and offered the window to Mark. I got to peek a couple times, this was my first time in Hawaii too.
On final approach, we all had to return to our seats and buckle up. I told Brian how the landing worked and if we were lucky, the plane might even bounce and we'd land twice, then it would get really loud, and that's just the engines reversing. The reverse of take-off would then happed and you'll get pressed forward into you seat belt as the plane slows quickly.
We didn't bounce and Brian was disappointed.
We were nearly the first passengers off the plane, each boy's stuffed animal safely tucked in their packs.
We left the gate area of the airport and were approaching baggage claim when I saw a sign with my name JEFFRIES being held by another chauffeur. This driver was completely different then this morning's driver. He was about my age 30 something, a little shorter than I was, and was wearing a Hawaiian print shirt and shorts.
"I'm Jeffries."
"Hello Mr. Jeffries, I'm Keona Okalani, (pronounced Ke'-o-na O-ka-la-nee) your driver till you depart tomorrow. Do you have your baggage claim checks?" I dug them out of my shirt pocket. A woman with a Royal Hawaiian Hotels blouse came up to us and put Leis around our necks welcoming each of us to Hawaii. He gave our claim checks to her. He then directed us out a side door to the waiting limousines.
"Your bags will be delivered directly to your room. Is there any place special you wish to go?"
"I don't know, it's our first time in Hawaii and we only have till we sail tomorrow."
"Typical mainlander-cruiser mistake. You need more time. You should consider staying a few days after your cruise then. I'll bet the boys would like to do some swimming on famous Waikiki Beach? Am I right?"
"Yeah!" was said in three-part harmony.
"I did reserve us a day after the cruise."
"That's still not enough, you need at least a week. Are you at the same hotel? I'll try to make sure I'm your driver then too."
"Yeah we are, and by the way, we need swimsuits, we didn't bring any."
"Ok, I'll drop you at the Duke Kahanamoku Statue on Kalakaua Ave. It runs right along Waikiki Beach, plenty of places to try local foods and shop for swimwear.
"Sounds like a plan, let's go."
Keona, didn't even have to start the limo, he had left it running to keep the air-conditioned on. As he drove along, he pointed out places of interest. We weren't headed that direction but he pointed towards the Pearl Harbor National Memorial. Instead, we took the H3 into Honolulu, exited and a few turn later were on Kalakaua Ave. He pointed to our right, "See the tall building with the pink balconies? That's where you're staying The Royal Hawaiian; right outside their door is the start of the famous Waikiki Beach."
About 300 yards further down he stopped at the statue of surfing legend, Duke Kahanamoku, "If the waves are too much on Waikiki, you can move on down to Kūhiō Beach which is protected by a breakwater." He had us dump out a couple backpacks and take the empty ones with us. "About half way down that beach is a street named ʻŌhua Ave. That's where I'll be waiting for you. Is two hours enough time?" I nodded.
He pointed directly across the street, "See the ABC Store? That's a good place to start; they'll have everything you need. Swimsuits, sand mats, towels, and you might want to consider a hat for Brian, he's kinda light on his tan. Get some suntan lotion too, you're gonna need it. Anyway, if you need it, ABC has it; even if you don't need it, they have that too."
We crossed the street and entered a whole new world, the world of the ABC Convenience Store.
What an amazing place, they did have everything. We started for the reason we were there, swimsuits. We easily found our sizes and each got a different color. We passed the t-shirt display and ended up with a couple per person. They must have every brand of sun lotion there is, we did get one. We found the rolled-up mats everyone uses to lay on the sand, and thousands of towels, we bought four beach size towels with of course outrageous Hawaiian designs. We saw kick boards and they each need one of those too.
Brian admitted he wasn't a good swimmer; that in fact he hadn't been swimming for two years before coming to live with us. So I bought him something to assist him, a Fitness Swim Float. They had swim floaties too, but those things are just too dangerous. We were still wearing tennis shoes, and realized we all needed some sort of flip-flop or sliders. With a cart of supplies, we headed for check-out.
The first thing the woman at checkout said was "Aloha, welcome to Hawaii!"
In my naivety, I replied, "Really? Is it that obvious?"
She was friendly and replied, "Yeah, considering what you and your boys are wearing, and what you're buying, and the accent you have, I would say you landed on the 11:45 flight from Dallas."
"Wow, you're good."
"Honey, I've seen it all."
"But you're not a native either."
"No, but I've been working for ABC for 27 years, the last 15 at this store. I've learned the patterns.
Now properly supplied, we crossed back to the beach. We stopped in the restroom to put on our new swimsuits, then went in search of a homestead of beach property. We spread our mats and laid out our towels, put our shoes, socks, shorts, polo shirts in the packs. I slathered Brian with sun lotion and clipped his swim float around his waist.
Frankie had been in salt water before in the gulf, but for the other two, the salt was a surprise.
We played in the water about an hour, then I got out, they played another half hour and it was time to go find Keona. He was right where he said he would be and opened the trunk to receive all our packs and bags of stuff. Keona handed me our room key, "You're all checked in you have a double Queen suite in the old historic section with an ocean view, a very nice room."
"How did you check us in?"
"You're prepaid, and I went to the hotel while you were swimming and checked you in and I verified your bags were there. Most of my driving is for tourists staying at the Royal Hawaiian, unless someone asks for me specifically at one of the other luxury hotels.
"So I'm going to get you up to your room. You guys can shower and get changed into shorts and tees with flops and we'll go on an island tour. We'll find somewhere to eat a nice Hawaiian dinner and some dessert afterwards.
He helped us get everything upstairs, then made an offer that surprised me. "Hey, if you like, I can take the clothes you were wearing today home with me tonight and wash them for you. Won't cost you a thing." I really like Keona. We gathered up the clothing we wore when we arrived in Hawaii and gave it to Keona in a shopping bag. "I'll be downstairs waiting for you when you're ready."
By 4:00, we were in the elevator. Keona saw us exit the building and pulled up to meet us. As he pulled away, he started singing the Gilligan song about a three-hour-tour. "That's how long we'll be gone. I'll have you home at about 7:00."
Again, he pointed out everything along the way. We drove across H63 and marveled at lush tree-covered rugged mountains we've only seen in movies and TV shows. We hit the windward side of the island and turned north.
He pulled out in a few turnouts allowing us a few moments to look at the beauty. After about an hour, he pointed out the Polynesian Cultural Center and Brigham Young University where he recommended a full day to see it all and enjoy the best commercial Luau on the island. A few minutes later, he pulled off the road and into a grass `parking lot'. "Best Shrimp Truck there is! This is where I recommend we have dinner."
"We're eating at a food truck?"
"Ya man, in Hawaii, only way to go."
The truck looked like an old bookmobile painted white, then a bunch of gang members covered it in graffiti. There were picnic tables all around, and a line of people waiting to order, and others standing around waiting for their food.
"You get to sign the truck and have your picture taken!"
The boys found a small blank spot and put their names on the truck and I took their picture pointing at their names."
The line moved quickly, but the options were slim. Shrimp Scampi (most popular), Spicy Shrimp (no refunds), or Lemon Butter. We each ended up with a paper plate of shrimp, two balls of white rice, a ball of macaroni salad, a plastic fork, and a can of soda. I paid for everyone, cash only.
It was delicious. Absolutely, the best Shrimp Scampi I've ever had. Dinner, 25 minutes and done. Even Frankie enjoyed the shrimp. If he hadn't they also had Garlic dogs, the only other item on the menu.
Then back on the road. Less than 10 minutes he turned into a private drive to a large hotel. Keona explained, "This is the Del Webb Kuilima Resort Hotel & Country Club on Turtle Bay. It's one of the nicest resorts on the island, and very family friendly, especially for teenagers. They have multiple pools, their own beaches, sheltered snorkeling area, tennis courts, golf, surf lessons, bicycles, and multiple restaurants. And the best thing, it's not in Honolulu."
You can see there's so much to do here. You should stay after your cruise for another week. We could do so much together.
Another 15 minutes and we pulled off again into the sandy roadside. "This is the Banzai Pipeline, one of the most famous surf beaches in the world. `course that's only in the winter. Waves average nine feet but can be as high as twenty. The swells that roll into this part of the beach push up onto an extremely shallow reef making perfect curls. Lots of international competitions are held here." We walked down to the beach and I took pictures of the boys trying to act as if they were on surfboards standing in a few inches of water.
Back to the limo and another 15 minutes, we arrived in Hale'iwa and Matsumoto Shave Ice. We got in another line. "This is real shave ice and is only found in Hawaii, they freeze tubes of ice, then spinning blades shave off a little at a time. You can have whatever flavor you want or in combos. I recommend the large with ice cream and condensed milk with whatever flavors you want."
We went through the line and came out the other door. "And you're not getting in my limo till your faces and hands are clean!" We sat at another picnic table and ate the wonderful concoctions. Faces and hands did need to be cleaned and a hose was provided for just that. "The next stop will be The Royal Hawaiian."
"Hey Keona, would you mind if I sat up front with you?"
"Sure man, glad to have the company."
"The boys, even on a fresh sugar high, were fading quickly, our day had begun at 4:30 a.m. Dallas time, which is 11:00 p.m. yesterday local time, by the time we get to the hotel, the boys will have been up 20 hours.
The hour drive back to the hotel, Keona and I discussed his suggestion of staying another week after the cruise. He offered to drive us around in his car instead of the limo, and even sleep on the couch. I decide to test the waters a bit. "Are there any nude beaches in Hawaii?"
His response was immediate and showed knowledge, "Yeah, several, all unofficial of course and there's usually a little hiking to get there, but they're around."
I decided to try the truth. "The boys and I are all nudists. We're members of a Texas Naturist resort, and don't wear clothes at home at all. I have a pool and they swim nude all the time. We'll even be naked 10 minutes after you drop us off at the hotel."
"Not a problem for me, I'll take you to all of them if you want, with one stipulation." I waited... "I get to swim with you."
"Naked?"
"Of course!"
"Deal" and we shook on it.
We talked about other options instead of a hotel, "There are lots of rentals around," Keona told me. "Lots of rich people buy houses here and only visit once or twice a year. They rent them out the rest of the time. You can get a nice house on the beach for $200 - $300, or a condo. I can even get you your own cook if you want, cost about an extra $250 for the week plus food."
"What about our proclivity for nudity?"
"With my connections, one phone call, I can find several that wouldn't bat an eyelash, do you prefer male or female?"
"Wow, that sounds great! Let's do it. I'll leave it up to you to find us a nice beach house, with a pool preferably, and a cook. I don't care male or female. Get us a house large enough for you to stay there with us if you want. The four of us only need two bedrooms as long as the beds are big enough."
"Consider it done. Tomorrow morning when you check out, cancel the reservation you have for next week at the Royal Hawaiian."
For the rest of the drive to the hotel I explained how I came to have a son, a foster son, and my son's best friend.
We got back a little after 7:00. Along the route home he pointed out a good fruit stand inside the Dole Pineapple fields, makes a nice stop and they'll tell you everything you ever wanted to know about pineapples.
I woke Mark and Frankie, but carried Brian up to the room. I figured they would sleep till at least 7:00 in the morning.
As I tucked Mark into bed and kissed him, he looked up at me, "Just think Dad, March 16th I was just an abandoned Boy Scout standing on the porch of a rundown house in McGregor wondering what was going to happen. Now, exactly 4 months later, I'm your son, I have a brother, and we're on vacation in one of the nicest hotels in Honolulu.
"You'll never be abandoned again Mark, I love you."
"I know Dad, I love you too."
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The End of
The
Abandoned Boy Scout
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Nude beaches in Hawaii? Staying another week. Who will they meet? Who will they have sex with?
Allen has room for two more foster boys on his license; will Allen take on more foster children? (Of course, he will.) Who will it be and how will that work out?
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In order of appearance
Chapter 1 – The Service Project
Allen Jeffries: our storyteller, Scoutmaster of Troop 12 in the small Texas town of McGregor near Waco
Mark Williams: 12, a Scout in troop 12 always being picked up late.
Chapter 2 – Revelations about Mark
Russ: Mark's mother's boyfriend
Roger: 17, Pizza delivery guy, familiar with Allen's naturist tendencies.
Chapter 3 – Dealing with Russ
Mrs. Williams: clueless and inattentive mother of Mark, always late for everything, simply put – a real bitch
Roy: Old friend of Allen's, rides with a Harley owner's motorcycle group, HATES anyone who would harm a child
Chapter 4 – I become Mark's Guardian
Frankie Wilson: 12, Mark's best friend and patrol member in Scouts.
Frank Wilson: The Troop Committee Chairman, father of Frankie Wilson, works in the McLennan County courthouse as a Family Judge
Chapter 5 – My First Week with Mark
Mrs. Prince: Principal at Mark's old school
Miss Butterfield: Hottest teacher in Mark's school
Kerri Wilson: Wife of Frank Wilson, mother of Frankie Wilson
Chapter 9 – Family Court
Marjorie Patton: adoption caseworker in the department of Social Services
Chapter 10 – The Nudist Experiment
Staci Wilson: 10, Frankie's sister
Robert: 16, the troop's Senior Patrol Leader, an exhibitionist at heart, an only child
Jeff (Anderson): 13, the Patrol Leader of Mark and Frankie's patrol, lifelong naturist
Amy (Anderson): 10 Little sister of Jeff good friend of and same age as Staci, lifelong naturist
Chapter 11 – Sex Education
Howard Anderson: husband of Diane, father of Amy and Jeff, lifelong naturist, member of Sun Ranch
Diane Anderson: wife of Howard, mother of Amy and Jeff, naturist since marriage to Howard, member of Sun Ranch
Chapter 13 – The Quiet Week
Big John: The pool company construction foreman
Chapter 14 – Sun Ranch This Ain't No Experiment
Earl & Gladys: Husband/wife team that runs Sun Ranch
Keith: 14, brother of Benny, from Waco, met at Sun Ranch, uncircumcised
Benny: 10, brother of Keith, from Waco, met at Sun Ranch, uncircumcised.
Greg: 16, Robert's friend at Sun Ranch.
Chapter 15 – Black Suits, Dark Sunglasses
Mr. Victor Mayfield: Head of Research and Development for Jeffries' Electrical Components
Mr. Willkie: Research and Development assistant for Jeffries' Electrical Components
Alexander Addison: Director of Product Development DoE
Chapter 16 – I've Got Another Boy for You
Phillip Patton: Child Protective Services, twin brother of Marjorie Patton
Brian: 12, a battered foster child who can't keep his clothes on.
Chapter 17 – Damn, 4:00 a.m. is Early
Keona Okalani: 33 our chauffeur while we were in Honolulu for the cruise.