Date: Mon, 29 Jun 2020 13:57:50 +0100
From: Rick Shaver <rick.shaver.uk@gmail.com>
Subject: A Natural Family part 10

This series involves the narrator and his teenage son, Adrian, as they
explore their sexuality and create new relationships.

In this episode, the narrator, Adrian and Petrus go away with Adrian and
Dominic, but plans for the future get complex

Me
Adrian (son)
Franck (my tutor)

Petrus (my ex-wife's half sister's half brother)
Dominic (my ex-wife's nephew)
Margot (Dominic's mother, Petrus' half brother)

Aidan (Adrian's friend)
Janice (Adrian's mother)

Fergus (Adrian's school friend, and lover)

PART TEN

On Friday, the intention had been for Petrus to leave work early and go to
fetch Dominic and meet us at the hut. In the event, he was held up at work
and Margot dropped Dominic at a friends, and Adrian and I went to fetch
Dominic from there. The end result was that we all arrived far later than
intended, and shattered. I was only relieved that I had managed to avoid
having to have a tete a tete with Margot. We made a hasty supper and the
boys retired to bed. For the first night, it was as before and we would
think about changing the sleeping arrangements tomorrow.

I got to Adrian and my room to find him asleep in bed and I slipped in
beside him. I found out later, what had transpired in the other
room. Petrus at gone in, and Dominic's slightly sleepy voice had said
hi. As Petrus slipped under the covers he was startled to find that Dominic
was nude in bed. Adrian had told him that we did that at home, so he
figured he would follow suit at the hut, well away from Margot's eyes and
ears. That was OK, wasn't it. Out maneuvered, Petrus slipped off his shorts
and, nude and not a little excited, slipped into bed next to his
nephew. They cuddled before Dominic fell asleep again, but not before
Petrus had been aware of the pressure of Dominic's hard on.

Petrus woke the next morning, to find himself cuddling Dominic from behind,
Petrus's morning hard-on stroking the crack in Dominic's arse. Petrus
turned onto his back, but Dominic shifted and Petrus found himself with
Dominic's hand across his body. A hand which proceeded to explore his
uncle's naked body and hard cock. Petrus gave in to his own desires, and
stayed put, allowed his own hand to explore his nephew's body. Petrus would
have been content to stay like that, but having been given licence, so to
speak, Dominic wanted to go further and he proceeded to explore his uncle's
body with hands and mouth, giving a leisurely blow-job (and receiving one
in return), and Petrus allowed a little exploration of Dominic's pert arse
and tight hole.

He wasn't to know that Dominic had determined that he was going to properly
lose his virginity that weekend, that Petrus or I would fuck him. We came
to learn, during the weekend that under the quiet exterior, Dominic hid a
very determined personality, he was in some ways very much his mother's son
though he had what she lacked, charm.

Sex over, Dominic had questions. Some he had learned from Adrian, some he
had worked out for himself, some he was unsure about. One very new thing
was the Petrus was now shaved, and about that Dominic was very curious
indeed.

Then afterwards, Dominic was eager for more, and Petrus found himself lying
on his back, his nephew applying knowledge that had so far only been either
theoretical, or applied just to himself. Dominic had a finger (or two)
slipped into Petrus' arse and was bringing his uncle to climax gently,
using his tongue and more.

Adrian and I had a lazy start too, and we did fuck though this was quite
discreet and hopefully not obvious. We were surprised to hear the shower
going before breakfast, then our door opened and a beaming Petrus and
Dominic appeared, wishing us both good morning. Both were naked. Petrus
kissed both Adrian and I good morning, as did Dominic who seemed entirely
unconcerned by the lack of clothes. So the decision seemed to have been
made.

Come breakfast, we looked like a neat unit, a natural family, the four of
us sitting calmly round the table. And we made a good fit, even though we
held together via a chance of consequences, Dominic was Petrus' nephew,
Petrus was my late wife's half-sister's half-brother and my lover, and
Adrian was my son. Oh, and we were all naked, whilst three of us were
shaved smooth. So perhaps, not so natural after all, but looking at us it
felt so. I looked up and Petrus caught my eye and smiled, I sensed he was
having similar thoughts.

We spent the day in activity, a long walk and of course swimming in the
lake. It was during the walk that Dominic's sheer hostility to Guy, and his
dislike of the idea of going to live in Canada became clear. Dominic was
happy in his school, with his teachers and with his school friends and was
unwilling to move to a new country, a new syllabus, new teachers and new
friends just when was about to start studying for his exams. Where Guy and
Margot were moving to, there was no possibility of Dominic finding a school
which offered anything like a European syllabus, Dominic had been doing his
research.

We talked over the issue, but it became clear that Margot had a problem on
her hands, and that Petrus' idea of Dominic living with us for the term
time might be a solution. But Dominic had got there before us, at least
Dominic and Adrian had, they had cooked up the idea between them. So we had
to explain that Margot did not know Petrus was gay, and was in a
relationship with me.

Here the boys looked crestfallen, and Dominic admitted that his mother
might not like that, and certainly Guy would not. It turned out that Guy
could be quite homophobic in his attitude, one of the things that Dominic
did not like about him (though Dominic's main complaint remained that Guy
was 'creepy'). Petrus agreed to speak to Margot, and see what happened.

After a late afternoon swim, with plenty of horsing about, the odd hard-on
but no actual sex, we returned to the hut to unwind. The two boys sat away
from Petrus and I, and we started to feel horny but a bit inhibited still
at doing it in front of the boys. Then Petrus turned round to see Dominic
giving Adrian a blow job, large as life without any inhibitions. So Petrus
and I continued, and it turned into a real family event, I was fucking
Petrus whilst Adrian and Dominic were busy at it too (how long had that
been going on I wondered). At one point, Adrian looked over at me and gave
me a big grin.

After all the activity, dinner was a quiet affair and Petrus rustled up
something wonderful. The boys did the washing up whilst Petrus and I
unwound on the porch and talked over the 'Margot problem'. We agreed that
Petrus simply had to bite the bullet, and be direct. When the boys
appeared, Dominic went to sit on Petrus' lap, something he had done a lot
when he was young but had stopped, apart from when horsing around. As
Dominic squirmed around, I realised what was happening and Adrian and I
watched Petrus and Dominic both start to get hard, nervously Petrus' hand
went to his nephew's cock and started stroking it. I sort of guessed what
Dominic was aiming for and slipped out to get some lube. When I returned,
things were just about ready for it. Adrian and I watched frankly and
enjoyably as Petrus entered his nephew's virgin hole for the first time. It
was a very special moment, a family moment if you like. Adrian and I
celebrated in a similar manner as I fucked his eager, and now experienced
hole.

Without any discussion, the two boys took themselves off to bed
together. Having had the ice broken for him so to speak, was Adrian
planning to follow Petrus' lead and fuck Dominic. Judging by the noises
coming from their room when Petrus and I retired, that was so. With an evil
grin on his face, Petrus opened the door of the boys' room to say good
night and we got a fine glimpse of the two of them, with Adrian's cock
pumping in and out of Dominic's arse. Still, they are polite boys and still
managed to say goodnight, albeit a bit more red faced than usual!

Next morning, Petrus and I had a long, lazy, sexy lie in, oblivious to the
noise of the boys downstairs. Over a late breakfast, they announced that
they would not be coming on the morning's walk with us but would be doing
lunch. Petrus and I were dubious, but agreed to it though we did wonder
whether that was an excuse for something else.

Still, it was a lovely morning (what remained of it), and everywhere seemed
quiet. I had had an idea in the night, and I shared it with Petrus. To my
surprise, he agreed; he really was coming out of his shell in a most
delightful way. Our escapade in the park had given me the idea of doing
naked walks, not with the boys that might cause too much comment. But just
Petrus and I, and this morning was ideal. So, our t-shirts and shorts
packed away in our rucksacks, we strode off, naked and smooth.

It felt great, and in fact the odd person we came across simply grinned,
whilst one young man gave us a really good looking over and if we had been
in a different situation we might have stopped and explored what he had to
offer. Still, the walk was a success, and I felt that more naked walks
might be happening. But lunch should be waiting.

And it was. The two boys had put together an amazing feast, using stuff
that we had brought with us and emergency rations kept in the hut. So there
was a pasta bake, garlic bread, salad, and lots and lots of washing up for
Petrus and I to do afterwards. Then I insisted on a final walk, before the
boys were allowed in the water. And of course, the horsing around ended up
with everyone getting hard and something of a family free for all fuck.

The time until the end of term was dominated by the 'Margot problem'. I was
party to much of it, though often through one end of a phone call. Usually
I could hear enough of Margot's voice to be able guess the tenor of her
reactions. Which were not always good. We had a number of hurdles to go
over, each one delivering something of a shock. That Petrus was gay, that
he was in a relationship with me, that Adrian was gay, and that Dominic
was, that Dominic was not going to go to Canada. I am not sure which came
as the most hurtful to Margot, though I felt that she should have been
aware, had an inkling about Petrus and Dominic.

After a couple of tense meetings between Petrus and Margot, things had
calmed down somewhat and we were reaching the end of term. Petrus was
taking time off and the three of us were going away somewhere, whilst
Dominic was due to accompany his mother and Guy and an exploratory holiday
in Canada, to enable Margot and Guy to set things up. We had persuaded
Dominic to go ahead with this, to mollify his mother and for him to see for
himself, though he remained firm.

I was trying to complete some projects at home, and Petrus was going to be
very late from work whilst Adrian was going to Aidan's so I knew I had lots
of time. I heard a car and looked out and saw a strange one pulling up, and
so I dashed off to pull t-shirt and jeans on. When the doorbell rang I
expected somesort of cold-calling business call but it was Margot. Oh
bugger!

She said that she knew that Petrus was at work and had taken the chance,
and come so that she could speak to me. (Really?)

I got her some tea and we sat down. In fact, I felt sorry for Margot, she
was caught between her new man and her son, whilst her brother had
completely changed her illusions about him (I know that Margot had always
had fantasies, projects about Petrus 'settling down'). As with the football
match, the frost was if not gone, then in abatement, and what she wanted
was clarity.

So I gave her some of the background, discreetly edited of course. There
were plenty of questions. How long had I known Petrus was gay? Interesting,
our lives had been bound up so much in Adrian and Dominic, that ideas about
Petrus' sexuality had been speculative, and it was only on the climactic
weekend, how many weeks ago, that I realised. With the boys, whilst both
were confirmed in their attraction to their own sex, I was less inclined to
be dogmatic. Here, I felt I was on shaking ground, admitting that I knew
that Dominic, a minor, had had sex with men or boys (never mind his uncle
and cousin). But Margot had simply laughed (!) and commented that she
understood that at that age boys would fuck anything that moved. (Margot
swearing!). The relationship with Petrus was a surprise to both of us,
something unplanned and which we kept quiet to allow it to grow. That we
had been talking about the best way to broach it to Margot, when the
Dominic problem occurred.

It was here that I feared that Margot might burst into tears. I suggested a
drink, and Margot explained she was staying with a friend who would come
and fetch her. So we started on the red wine. Margot seems to have dealt
with Dominic's sexuality with relative equanimity, though I suspect that
the reality was that whatever anxieties and agonies she had, were kept
firmly to herself. The problem it turned out was Guy. As Dominic had
suggested, he was homophobic but this went far beyond antediluvian
attitudes and had something of a religious background. He had suggested, in
all seriousness, that when they get to Canada Dominic be sent to one of
those religious camps where they claim to fix people's aberrant sexuality,
but in fact simply do psychological damage.

I have to confess that I was a bit shocked, and could see that Margot was
too. This was a side to Guy, a man she had in fact known for a long time
and had recently come to love, of which she was unaware. Her relationship
with Guy would proceed, but on a rather more low key level and she was
concerned to shield Dominic. She had thought of Dominic staying with
Petrus, even though Petrus' flat was far too tiny, but our news had changed
perspectives. I confirmed that Petrus and I had talked about Dominic coming
to stay with us.

It was the best of a bad job, and Margot agreed. The only alternative, it
appeared to her, was to abandon her planned life with Guy. She wanted to
give Guy a chance, and felt that Canada might be a good idea. Frankly, I
thought this foolish, if he had such wrong headed ideas about gay men, what
did he really think about the role of women, the home etc? There was a
rocky road for Margot ahead.

Dominic would come on holiday with us, which would please him, and not got
to Canada. It turned out that the plane tickets Guy had bought were very
expensive ones, which could be re-used and re-purposed; lucky sod. There
was the question of our tiny house but I commented that Petrus could rent
his flat out, as I could this place and we could get something bigger. We
were looking for a new school for Adrian so the ideal would be a bit closer
to Dominic's school. And in fact, Margot would contribute. The house (her
house) would be empty and she planned to keep it, so that she had a bolt
hole in the UK (sensible woman, it seemed), and as long as the rent covered
maintenance costs, she would happily use any profit as a contribution to
Dominic's living expenses.

By the time that Petrus came home, it was all sort of settled. We chatted
over a meal. Margot had insisted that I phone Petrus to inform him she was
there, as he might fuss over the food if there wasn't enough (it turned out
that in some things, Margot knew her brother well). It wasn't a convivial
meal, but worked well enough, and Margot seemed to leave relieved. Even if
she was going to be living on a different continent to her son.

Afterwards, in bed, Petrus and I mulled over things. What would we do in
Margot's case? Had she given up Dominic to easily, or had she decided long
ago and just needed the decision validated. We would never know.

----

Whilst I often worked from home, I did have meetings with clients and
colleagues tended to organise get togethers, so there was quite a
significant work-network. I had put feelers out about the possibility of a
new school in the area for Adrian, I knew that it was going to be a bit of
a stretch, finding one which seemed OK and had spaces. There was also the
little issue of explaining why we needed to leave the old one - my son is
gay and wants to feel free to express his personality, and have sex as much
as he wants. I don't think that would cut much mustard.

I had put the word out and got a few ideas, but most had seemed to be
either full already, or not quite the environment that Adrian wanted. I was
hoping that a relaxing Summer, plenty of sex with Fergus (and with the rest
of us) might make Adrian settle. But one colleague asked me what I wanted
from the new school. I knew Gary well enough to be able to talk about it a
bit more, and when his wife had been ill a few years ago we had got quite
close, as I seemed to be the sympathetic ear at work. I knew he had kids at
Uni so he had been through the whole school business.

After a meeting at a clients we went out for a drink and I was quite frank;
I explained that Adrian was discovering his sexuality and had become
relatively sexually active and acquired a boyfriend. I was cool with all
this, but he was finding the school oppressive and the semi-religious
atmosphere which had developed wasn't to his liking, yet this wasn't quite
the atmosphere we could talk about in a new school interview.

Gary nodded and said that he might have an idea, but he seemed rather
wary. He'd known about my having gay relationships since we first met, and
I had never known him have a problem. Then he started talking delicately
round a subject, the idea of body postivity and being proud of your own
body, the ideas of fathers and sons being close. It was all starting to
sound like some of Franck's pep talks, so I cut Gary off and explained. I
went on, hoping it wasn't too much information, to say that we had adopted
some of the ideas wholeheartedly and that at home we went nude.

Gary smiled, and looked relieved. In that case, he might know of somewhere,
but he warned me that they would insist on asking me some pretty strong
questions, about our family life and sexual habits, and... Here he
paused. The school encouraged body positivity in the boys, and most of the
school sports were done in the nude, and that applied to staff and
spectators too. (Hmm, interesting). I nodded and said that sounded Adrian's
kind of thing. That boys were encouraged to be proud of their bodies, all
of their bodies, there was nothing embarassing about being sexually
excited. You mean they allowed the boys to get hard? Gary nodded, and the
staff too.

Here Gary stopped, and I wondered what else he was missing out, and what
the catch was. I wondered whether it could really be true, and I knew Gary
well enough to doubt a wind up, so I took the card and phoned the school
later that day. I had expected a brush off, but there were spaces next year
all we had to do was pass the selection criteria. As Gary said, the
questions were quite probing. First of all questionnaire, and then a phone
interview. By the end, they knew a great deal about us, including that
Adrian saw me nude regularly, that he and I had seen each other hard, that
we had regular body contact of a close and loving kind. That sort of
thing. I was frank, or as frank as I dared be without saying that I fuck my
son regularly and he has sex with my partner (who is his uncle).

We had an interview booked for just before we went away. It seemed that the
school ran a variety of Summer schools so that there would be people around
and things for us to see. Our attitude to casual nudity had been an early
question, and I guessed we would be seeing some of that. It all made me see
Gary in a new light. Had he answered those questions, was he naked
regularly with his boys, did they see each other hard and have loving
intimate contact? Really? Well, wow. Because Gary, nice though he was,
looked like Mr Boring. Clearly not underneath.

The other thing was the holiday, now it was going to be four of us I
thought we ought to book somewhere rather than take it as it came. One
disgruntled teenager I could cope with, but two? And Petrus agreed. I had
messaged Gary, and suggested that we meet up for a drink when I came back
from holiday, to update him on how the school interview went. He agreed,
and asked where we were going and I said I was looking. His reply was
interesting, do you want somewhere similar to the school's ethos. Discreet,
but clear. Yes we did.

That evening, my personal email had one from Gary with some suggestions.
One looked ideal. So we ended up with a villa in South-East France. A bit
of a drive but still. It was relatively isolated, about a 15 minute walk
from the nearest village, which was do-able but meant that we got privacy.
There was little round the villa, and the sea was within five minutes walk,
which was a big plus for the boys. Further away there were a few historic
towns, and even a couple of activity parks so there was something to do if
the weather turned nasty on us, and we would not be cooped up with two
bored teenagers.

END OF PART TEN
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My apologies for taking such a time between episodes, I got sidetracked
with other stories.

Someone asked whether the characters in the story are cut or not. Well they
are all British, so the likelihood is they are all uncut, and we will
probably find out for definite in a future chapter.

I like my guys shaved, so usually my characters all end up shaved smooth at
some point.

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Rick Shaver
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