Date: Fri, 4 Oct 2019 10:10:55 +0100 From: Rick Shaver Subject: A Natural Family, episode 2 A Natural Family This new series involves the narrator and his teenage son, Adrian, as they explore their sexuality and create new relationships. In this episode, relationships develop and we meet Adrian's uncle Petrus and Petrus' nephew Dominic, and everyone gets naked. PART TWO Franck's talks about the importance of intimacy between fathers and sons continued, and I was beginning to get his drift and it surprised and excited me. He talked about how, as a teenager, he had always shared a bed with his father when they went on holiday and that his father encouraged him to sleep naked. The idea of the two naked bodies, father and son, being close together and the suggestion of what might occur shocked me yet excited me. When it became clear to Franck that I was not going to freak out at the idea (in fact, I had to work hard to stop my cock showing how the idea drew me, even though I could not imagine it happening). And Franck finally shared with them that fact that he and his father had shared the ultimate intimacy, something all fathers and sons should do. Franck and his father had fucked regularly, and he had welcomed it and thought all fathers and sons should do so. Me fucking Adrian? Or perhaps Adrian fucking me? Did Adrian want it? Did I? I remember being obsessed by seeing my father naked, something that happened only once or twice and always by accident. By contrast his brother let me see him naked regularly, nothing ever happened but I got the sense that Uncle David enjoyed showing off to me. And I have to admit that my fantasies included both him and father. But it was only that, fantasy. I think Uncle David had enjoyed being naked in front of me; there was a period when he was unemployed and came over to work in our garden. He would change into his gardening clothes in the back of the garage, and I would always join him. He stripped naked, then pulled on his working gear, his body smoother than my father's and his cock amazing to see close too. It never got hard, quite, but the foreskin would draw back and it would plump up. Then he got a job and moved away, and the moment passed. The next time I collected Adrian I was deliberately early, to give us more time. More time to do what? I still had not decided or knew how. As Franck and I stood chatting, about Adrian and my forthcoming trip to our lakeside cabin (I was explaining to Franck that it was less glamorous and far more primitive than it sounded), Adrian came over having finished his assignments. As if it was the most natural thing in the world, Franck's hand came to rest on Adrian's arse and I became aware that Franck's fingers were exploring Adrian's crack, gently massaging it. Was Franck actually fingering Adrian, perhaps? Certainly Adrian's cock started to fill out. I had caught the occasional glimpse of Adrian still half-hard in the morning, just a fleeting flash as he dashed to or from bathroom and I am sure my own cock wasn't always completely soft. But this was far more. With his other hand, Franck gave his own cock a gently tug to allow it to swing free, showing how he was hardening too. I was riveted, I should have turned away but watched eagerly as Adrian's hole was penetrated by Franck's finger. Soon all three of us were hard. Adrian came first, as a result of Franck eager fingering, and Franck and I followed quickly after. And then we all burst into nervous laughter. As we wiped ourselves down I wondered, had we really done that? It was something I wanted to explore more with Adrian, at the right time. But instead of a quiet weekend at the cottage we would have Dominic tagging along. My wife's half sister, Margot, lived some distance away but she was insidious in foisting her son Dominic on Adrian and I, keen that Dominic should develop family relations. So I had been unsurprised to receive a phone call from Margot who had learned (how?) that Adrian and I were going to the hut (as we called th lakeside cottage) at half-term and could Dominic come too? I could easily call to collect him. Now driving to the hut via Margot's would put 100 miles on the journey, so I said no. Dominic was very welcome, but we could not collect him. Margot sniffed, as if I was the one being unreasonable. The upshot was that we met Margot's brother Petrus at the hut, and he was the one who did all the extra miles. Now, my wife's family is somewhat complicated. She and Margot shared the same mother, whilst Margot and Petrus shared the same father, so that though my wife, Margot and Petrus are step siblings, Petrus shared no parents with my wife. I like Petrus, he is charming with a dry sense of humour and deprecating sense of his own worth very different to Margot, so I have lot of time for him. He refused to stay, and simply dropped Dominic, though he did stay long enough to have coffee. The hut is quite basic, but it has two bedrooms and a kitchen/living area complete with a veranda overlooking the lake. Secluded by the woodland, it was build by my grandfather and no-one else has since managed to get permission to build there since. Which leaves us beautifully quiet. Looking at the lake (well large pond) over coffee, I complemented Petrus on his new beard. It was long and thick, and suited him, it made him look rather like a hipster. I knew that his chest was smooth (I had seen him shirtless, but never near naked), so was surprised at the thickness of the beard growth. It was also reddish, compared to Petrus' brown hair. He commented that as a child he had been almost a red-head but it had darkened only his body hair hadn't and the further south you went the redder it got. I laughed and said he would have to show us some time, and Petrus went bright red. Was he flirting? Was Petrus gay? I wasn't sure, we only really met in connection with Dominic and Margot. And then he was gone, and the weekend flew by. It was Adrian who instigated swimming naked. I came out from washing up the breakfast things to find the two boys splashing about naked in the water. Dominic is a year younger than Adrian, slight and very red headed but perfectly at home in the nude. I thought what the hell, and put out any worries at what Margot might say. Dominic paid great attention as I stripped off (was he gay too, was it too young to tell?). But it felt most natural, without prompting they covered up when they came out of the water. When Petrus arrived on the Monday to collect Dominic, we were just about to go into the water and Dominic urged his uncle to join them. Petrus commented that he had not brought swimming gear with him so Dominic piped up that we had been swimming naked, so that was OK. I think Petrus would have preferred not to, but Dominic's enthusiasm rather blind-sided him and he agreed. As he slipped off his clothes I noted his superb muscle definition, he was not that chunky but the way his arse was so pert I just wanted to fuck it (had I really thought that?). At that moment Petrus turned, and it was almost as if he had heard me and we both coloured up. Petrus was right, his treasure trail and pubes were far redder, and his cock whilst not huge was just full of personality. It was only on the journey back the Adrian and I had the time and quietness to discuss the events of the previous week. He asked if I was comfortable with us 'messing about' (Adrian had a charming selection of euphemisms, principal amongst them being 'doing it'). I was, was he? He looked sideways at me before nodding eagerly. He then talked about Franck's stories of being intimate with his father, I commented that Franck had talked about to me too. I told him about my teenage thoughts about my own father and Uncle David. He was fascinated. And we agreed, that we would 'mess about' again. Did I dare go further? It was clear that Adrian wanted to, I think, but neither of us had the courage to take the step. Freedom is not free, please think about donating to Nifty.org http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Feel free to contact me, though bear in mind that the main story arc has already been written and drafted out! Rick Shaver rick.shaver.uk@gmail.com