Eighteen Months with Rhett

By Earth-boy

Quick disclaimers:

Chapter 11. Big and Little Brothers

My tale of child minding Rhett and becoming his first lover largely concluded in the previous chapter. This chapter and next cover in brief events over the following four years.


Things changed when I turned sixteen that July. First I shocked my sister Charlene by revealing Donnie was actually my boyfriend. It had taken four years for both of us to mature to the point where I was comfortable coming out to her. Earlier I was afraid telling her would cause word to get back to my school because she’d tell all her friends, but those concerns were eased by my participation in the GSA. After that it was a case of sibling rivalry pride in managing to hoodwink her for four years. Until I told her she had no idea I was anything other than a typical straight guy. She had been a bit curious as to why I didn’t get a girlfriend in grade ten, but chalked it up to me being careful with my friendships.

Following our annual vacation at the rented cabin in Bison Creek Park, Donnie invited me to spend a week with him at a naturist resort. That’s right, I went for a week long nude vacation! Donnie’s parents weren’t into it, but we were sponsored by a naturist couple who were happy to be our chaperones. Although with Donnie being fifteen and me sixteen we didn’t need that much looking after. We helped the couple with cabin chores and even some meals. For someone as young as he was, Donnie was a good cook. He told me he’d learned a lot from his mom.

A nude vacation wasn’t new to Donny because he’d been here the year before. He loved it and didn’t wear a thing from the moment we entered the resort until we left. His only regret was the stay was for a mere six days. He made several inquiries about working there next summer in the hopes he could spend all of July and August in the nude. I sort of hoped he’d get a job there, but that would mean I’d spend most of my summer without him.

I was just as naked as Donnie. It took only a couple of hours to acclimate myself to being casually nude around strangers. Of course it helped that everyone else was naked as well. We passed ourselves off as friends and not boyfriends; not even the couple we were staying with were aware of it. We slept together in the same bed, but were careful to make it appear both beds in the room had been occupied.

I didn’t leave the camp a committed naturist, but I gained a respect for the lifestyle. Now I get upset when some porn site suggests a nudist camp is a hotbed of free love and open sex. I saw just as much sex at the naturist resort as I’d seen at any other campground: none at all. The only difference from a regular resort was the people there just wore one or two fewer items of clothing. That and I could feel the breeze on my bum as well as my back.

Something else I discovered was a naturist camp isn’t all big breasts, gorgeous twinks and beefy bears. There’s a quip that people who want to be nudists aren’t necessarily the same ones you want to see naked. The resort had ladies with barely noticeable breasts and grandmothers whose bodies had seen better days. There was an occasional fat and under-endowed guy waddling around. With some of the kids and even young teens I couldn’t tell if they were boys or girls until they got out of the pool and revealed what was between their legs. There was some eye candy, but overall I’d compare the clientele more to a hardware store than a candy shop.


Near the end of July I got a call from Sabrina.

“Chad!” she started out with her regular enthusiasm. “I just found out you and Rhett were a lot closer than than I realized! Don’t get me wrong; I hired you as his child minder, but yesterday he told me he sees you as his big brother. He’s always been a happy boy, but more than once this month I’ve found him a little down and I finally managed to get out of him that he’s sad because he’s not going to be seeing you again in September. And without a father or any brothers he doesn’t have a good male role model in his life. So would you be open to seeing Rhett a couple of times a month starting in August? I’d be happy to pay what I paying you to mind him for a night. It would mean so much to him and I’d be delighted knowing he has an older friend he can count on.”

Normally I would have needed several seconds to think through everything she’d said, but all I had to hear was “couple of times a month” and I knew my answer. “Of course I’ll do it!”

“Oh, wonderful, Chad! I knew I could count on you! So instead of just seeing him for a couple of hours on a Wednesday evening, I was thinking perhaps two Saturdays or Sundays a month. Could you work that?”

“I’m sure I can. On Sundays I should be able to borrow either Mom and Dad’s car or even my sister’s.” Although that meant reduced opportunities for raunchy stuff, it was still time we could be together.

It was the start a whole new phase of our relationship. With access to a vehicle, he and I were able to travel all over town and even out to the countryside, looking for new adventures and experiences. We ate lunch and sometimes supper at fast food places and restaurants. We went to movies, visited parks, hung around malls. On other days we played video games or watched something on DVD. We skipped a couple of bitterly cold days in January and February because neither of us felt like going out, so we just chatted briefly on the phone.

Even sex wasn’t a problem. Knowing Rhett was being looked after every second Sunday, Sabrina began scheduling some of her out-of-home activities for then, leaving an empty house for us. At these times we briefly became boyfriends again when we got naked at and spent time loving each other.

I wasn’t really concerned about two-timing Donnie; in my teen-aged mind I sort of put him and Rhett into two separate boxes. More than once Donnie, Rhett, and I shared time together on a Sunday afternoon, but I told Rhett he was to be my “little brother” and not even think of having sex with the two of us. We didn’t hide from Donnie the fact Rhett was gay; after all, it was the reason we knew each other. Donnie never asked if I was doing anything with Rhett. I think he figured he was too young for me. I certainly did nothing to make him assume otherwise.


Rhett started grade six in September, I started grade eleven, and Charlene entered university to start a three year undergraduate degree prior to entering law school. Of the pair of us she was definitely the brighter and more studious.

Sabrina enrolled Rhett in Scouts. For him it was a great fit: he was outgoing and enjoyed helping others, independent but willing to follow instructions. He loved it! He loved all his new friends, loved the activities, loved the camping. Although I didn’t know that much about scouting myself, I ended up helping with a few of his badges. Rhett didn’t tell the troop he was gay, but even if he had there likely would not have been many problems. Scouts Canada had officially allowed gay participants since before he was born, and that included the troop leaders as well as the kids.

Rhett and I enjoyed another steamy naked sex-filled two day romp at his place on October when our Moms went on their retreat. (And again the following April.)

Suddenly it was December. Donnie and I quietly broke up as boyfriends, just six months after our nude vacation together. There was no drama or acrimony; we just decided we weren’t quite as compatible as we’d first thought. His naturism had little do to with it, since I was just as comfortable being naked with him as I was with Rhett.

Although I was in the Gay-Straight Alliance at school I didn’t find another boyfriend in grade eleven. To my disappointment I was learning gay kids could be just as shallow and self-centred as straight ones.

I was with Rhett overnight when his Mom went to the annual Christmas party. Unlike last year, after going to bed we didn’t bother getting up in the night to get dressed; we just stayed naked the whole night through. I didn’t know if Sabrina would check on us when she got home, but I was confident she wouldn’t have a problem with us sleeping together like that.

For Christmas Rhett received several gifts that enhanced his model railroad, and I got a crash course in HO gauge when he asked for my help integrating the new additions into his setup. New Year’s Eve Sabrina went out on the town again and Rhett and I stayed at his home together. We tried having a mutual orgasm as the New Year came in, but we mistimed it and were a minute or two late.

Rhett turned twelve in February. I wasn’t at his birthday party but along with his mom we celebrated with a special restaurant meal the following Sunday. In addition to some new shirts and more track for his railway, Sabrina gave her son two big gifts; a cell phone with a limited data and calling plan, and loosening Kid Kontent restrictions on their computer.

Lifting the internet filter didn’t happen right away. Sabrina planned it for my next visit on the first Sunday in March and had scheduled herself to be out that Sunday, for good reason. She left a note for both me and Rhett to read:


Chad, please use my account on the computer to update Kid Kontent and remove the sex and pornography filters. Rhett’s old enough now and I trust him enough to let him view it. Also, please spend the afternoon with him visiting some of the formerly filtered sites to show him where real life differs from the fantasies presented on them. He’s bound to come across this stuff anyway, and I’d prefer he get an introduction from a trusted source so he doesn’t get unrealistic expectations about sex and relationships.

Rhett, you should be aware that although Kid Kontent will no longer block these sites, it logs when you visit them. Please don’t go too wild or I may have to consider blocking some sites again. Love, Mom.


That was one really fun lesson! Rhett and I spent the afternoon naked in the basement watching twinks and hunks going down on each other. The realities of sex were, of course, no mystery to Rhett, but he did have some questions about how porn was produced and how much the models were paid. I had to do some searching for the answers and even learned a few new things myself. I asked if he was considering a new career. He laughed and replied his penis was probably too small to be of interest to anyone. I didn’t dare mention there was some very creepy stuff on the web that had children in it. I’d never seen any myself, but I’d read more than one news report of people getting busted for having it on their computers.

I took a risk by showing Rhett a couple of videos shot by cammers, but told him in no uncertain terms he should not even think about streaming himself on a webcam until he was eighteen. That sort of stuff could land him in youth detention and possibly even put his his mom in jail. I hope I scared him enough not to do it.

Our sex that afternoon was pretty awesome.


In mid-June Sabrina stunned most of her friends, Mom, me, and pretty much the entire world by getting married! The romance and civil ceremony were low-key, for neither Sabrina nor her new husband were great believers in marriage. They recognized, though, it had legal and institutional benefits. She’d kept it a secret from the art club. Rhett knew what had been happening, but not once in the twenty months his Mom was dating had he mentioned it to me. He said his mom had asked him to keep it quiet in case things didn’t work out and he’d have to explain the break-up to his friends.

At Sabrina’s invitation Mom accompanied me to my next Sunday visit with Rhett. We were meeting her new husband for the first time and I was very nervous. What would he be like? Would he see me as a threat to building a relationship with his new stepson? What if he found out I was gay—would he immediately separate me and Rhett? Or would he do it simply due to our age difference?

My first impression was of a not yet middle-aged man, stocky but a bit shorter than average, casually dressed, with brown hair worn longer that I would have expected. Upon seeing us he immediately stood and regarded us with a smile as warm as his new wife’s was broad.

“I’d like you to meet my husband Lloyd,” Sabrina announced. She introduced my mom first and then me.

“Hello, welcome, both of you!” said Lloyd as he shook our hands. His voice was gentle; his handshake firm. He spoke with quiet authority. “Especially you, Chad. Both Sabrina and Rhett have had so much to say about you, and all of it good!”

“It’s very nice to meet you,” said Mom.

“The same, likewise,” I replied.

Sabrina gestured to Mom and me to be seated on the sofa, and Rhett sat down right beside me, pointedly close enough that we were touching. He even put a hand on my thigh. It a good omen.

“I met him during the election a couple of years ago,” Sabrina said. “A friend of mine who knew the Green Party candidate in our riding asked if I’d help out on her campaign. That’s when I met Lloyd. It wasn’t exactly love at first sight, but over those ten weeks we discovered we really enjoyed each other’s company.”

“Indeed,” said Lloyd. “Sabrina’s one of the most remarkable women I’ve ever met. By election day we were already talking about a longer term relationship.”

By day he was a university guidance counsellor, and in his spare time he was an activist and organizer. In his time—and he was under forty—he’d worked on labour rights, homelessness, immigration issues, climate change, and same-sex marriage. Any fears I may have harboured about him turned to vapour and floated away as we talked.

We shared details of our lives, interests, and for me plans for the future. He spoke to me directly. “Sabrina told me she brought you on as Rhett’s child minder a couple of years ago because she knows you’re gay and was pretty sure he was too,” he said kindly. “She saw you as positive role model, a boy who would understand and support him. Hearing him talk about you, it’s clear you two are close even though you’re five years apart in age. He calls you ‘my big brother,’ and I can’t think of a finer young man for that role. You’re as welcome here as Rhett himself.”

My relief was enormous. “Thank you,” I replied. “Thank you so much.” Rhett grasped my hand and beamed at me, and Lloyd smiled back at us both.


That summer Rhett and I enjoyed separate but equally memorable vacations. Rhett flew down to Nova Scotia for the first two weeks in July to attend the 13th Canadian Scout Jamboree. For him it was the vacation of his young lifetime. He was used to being away from his mom for a few days at a stretch and made friends easily, so he wasn’t at all homesick the entire time. With typical energy he tried as many activities as were available. From the pictures he showed me on his phone he had a preference for the lake and boating.

While Rhett was off to Nova Scotia I celebrated my seventeenth birthday. When he got back, having access to a car and able to travel, near the end of July Donnie, Rhett, and I made a day trip to a nude beach. The beach was Donnie’s idea; bringing along Rhett was mine. Donnie and I hadn’t been boyfriends for seven months now, but we were still friends and I was probably the only one Donnie could be his naturist self with. I thought to include Rhett because I remembered he’d enjoyed our brief naked swim at Grey Owl Park last year. We told Sabrina and Lloyd we were going to the beach but didn’t say which one. Although if we had, I think all they’d do was embarrass us by asking for pictures.

Of course between Donnie’s naturist material and our visit to the resort a year ago (and porn!) I was used to seeing naked penises and breasts. We prepared Rhett for the beach by loading some naturist pictures and videos on my phone and having him view them on the drive there. Nonetheless, seeing it live for the first time was a real eye-opener. He must have had an erection for the full first hour we were on the beach. It bothered me and Donnie more than it did him.

Apart from a toddler, Rhett was the only non-adult there but all we got was an occasional surprised look. If he saw it, Rhett simply smiled and waved. He spent a lot of time in the water, and Donnie and I spent a lot of time re-applying sunscreen. Knowing the beach better than I did, Donnie discreetly kept us away from the far end. Gay men congregated there and engaged in activities inappropriate for the innocent eyes of our tender young twelve year old charge (yeah, right!) The whole afternoon was incredibly memorable; I have many cherished pictures in my encrypted folder of the three of us frolicking about in the nude.

In August Donnie and I went to the naturist resort again, this time for two weeks sponsored by a different couple. He didn’t get the summer job there that he so much wanted because the resort wouldn’t hire a minor. I was working a summer job, but we planned our getaway for the second half of August and I left the job before we headed out. Once again Donnie was in his element, revelling at the joy of discarding his clothes for two weeks straight. We blurred the line between “just friends” and boyfriends by having sex several times. I met some of his naturist friends but they were all straight. Most had a girlfriend of some description. The two that didn’t gave off no vibes they were interested in doing things with us.


In September Rhett started grade seven and I started grade twelve, my final year of secondary education. With Sabrina’s and Lloyd’s full support I was visiting Rhett about every second Sunday. Lloyd was still finding his bearings as a father to a twelve year old boy, but despite some missteps Rhett was all smiles every time he talked about his stepfather. He liked having a father at home.

It was more than just luck that Lloyd and Rhett got along so well. Early in their courtship Sabrina had introduced Rhett to his potential stepfather, saying it was vital for her that they get along. She put her son’s happiness ahead of her own, effectively giving Rhett a veto over marriage plans if he didn’t like his mom’s boyfriend. But just as with my family, Rhett charmed him and gladly accepted a new friend into his life.

Rhett’s real father had been out of the picture even before he was born. With typical cheek Rhett described himself as a “condom malfunction,” and said the man had vanished like a ghost when he discovered Sabrina was expecting their child.

“Mom says it was probably for the best,” he told me. “A guy who runs away when he gets a girl pregnant wouldn’t be a good dad. I sure wouldn’t do that! Mom doesn’t know where he is now—he could be living in the south end of town or in Australia. She didn’t bother looking for him when he disappeared and she’s not interested in doing it now. But I might some day. I’m kinda interested what he’s like now. I mean, he’s like thirteen years older and he might have grown up. I might even have some half-brothers and half-sisters, and if I do I’d love to meet them!”

We were still having sex occasionally. Like last year Sabrina was scheduling activities for Sunday afternoon, and now they included things she and Lloyd could do together. Rhett and I could still enjoy our naked wrestling sessions in the basement, a round of hot sex in his bedroom, and a shower. Rhett was as enthusiastic as ever about sex with me, saying it was a welcome change from masturbating with a finger or something else up his rear.

With Lloyd now living at home my services were no longer needed for the retreats. At Christmas, Lloyd’s holiday party wrapped up early enough that Rhett could be on his own and even have a friend or two over. Sabrina’s office party ran into the early hours and Lloyd went with her, so I was invited to stay the night with him. And again on New Year’s Eve so his parents could enjoy a late night together.

Both Lloyd and Sabrina assured me I could sleep with Rhett if he wanted me to and they wouldn’t disturb our privacy. I was very happy about it, but I wondered why they were so openly comfortable with it. They knew we were gay but gave no hint they even suspected we were sexually involved or that when we slept together we were naked. In the back of my mind I felt they must have at least considered it. They were rare parents indeed if they were all right with a seventeen year old sleeping with their pre-teen son, naked or otherwise.



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Created on 2020 September 10 at 01:46