Date: Sun, 15 Mar 2015 15:08:05 +0000 (UTC)
From: Bob Smith <bobmflorida@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Boys  Chapter 2

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My writing style (as I am learning) is to tell a story in which sex is a
part. I tend to start slow and build up to the sex, which will come in
later chapters. If that's not your cup of tea, wait for chapter
four. Please enjoy reading it. I am always open to comments and
suggestions.

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Chapter 2

I had forgotten how much fun it was watching a boy experience something
new. To say Curt enjoyed the flight is an understatement. He didn't stop
looking out of the plane window for the entire trip. The smile never left
his face. Except for his enthusiasm, the flight was uneventful and three
hours after takeoff we landed in Orlando. We ate just outside the airport
and then stated our trip west to our new home on the Gulf coast.

We arrived home late evening, too late to really do anything except show
him the house and to get him to bed.

I live in a small town. The town is surrounded by lakes on one end and the
Gulf on the other. This area, the Nature Coast, is off the usual tourist
areas so it was a quiet, without the traffic and noise that comes with
tourist. The neighbors were far enough away from the house so I could have
my privacy and play the radio loud without disturbing them.

At night, the neighborhood is dark and quiet, we don't have any street
lights and there were no gun shots, just fresh air, humidity and sun
shine. It is a great place to raise a family.

The house itself is designed in the Florida style. Guest rooms in one wing
and the master bedroom in the other wing, held together in the middle by
the living areas. There are two bathrooms, one in the master bedroom wing
and one on the guest wing where Curt would have his bedroom.

Just to the left of the front entrance is the formal living room. If you
proceeded straight ahead, you entered the family room, a warm area with
tiled floor and rock fireplace. Next to the family room, just to the left,
is the kitchen, complete with stainless steel appliances. Off the kitchen
is the formal dining room. The house is built in the shape of a gigantic U
and in the center of the U is the pool surrounded by a net cage and an
eight foot hedge to insure my privacy. You could swim in the pool day or
night and never have to worry about bugs or the neighbors seeing you. The
pool is heated so we could use it year round. It is eight foot deep in the
deep end and waist deep in the low end. The house has a veranda which I
supplied with a dining room table for six and an entertainment area that
sat four. I always took my meals outside.

Needless to say, the pool is the part of the house that interested Curt the
most. In spite of the late time, he wanted to test out the pool with a
swim. I said, "Not tonight" and told him to pick out his bedroom and get to
bed and I would be in shortly to wish him good night.

When I arrived at Curt's bedroom to wish him good night he was about to go
under the covers still in his street clothes.

"First house rule." I said. "No wearing your street clothes to bed."  "But
I don't have anything else to wear", he responded.

"Curt, this is your bedroom. You're not sharing it with anyone else so go
to bed naked. No one is going to see you and, after breakfast, we will go
to the mall and get you some clothes. "

"Ok" he said as he slowly got out of bed and started to take his shirt
off. I gave him a kiss on the forehead, wished him sweet dreams and closed
his door as I left. Later that night, before I went to bed, I checked on
him and his pants were crumbled up on the floor along with his shirt.

The next morning came quickly. I hopped out of bed and headed for the
kitchen to turn on the coffee. Then I remembered I was naked and I had Curt
in the house. I wasn't sure how he'd react to that so I returned to the
bedroom and slipped on a pair of sleep pants. I checked on him and he was
still sleeping. I guess yesterday had been a long day for him.

The small of bacon and eggs got him out of bed and he came staggering into
the kitchen wearing only his pants.

"How about breakfast and then we can talk about your living here. That ok
with you?"

"Sure!" he said. But I could tell he was worried about what was coming
next.

"Hey!  Don't worry. It's all good." I said.

Between the two of us, we wiped out a half pound of bacon and six eggs.  He
asked if he could have more toast and four slices later, he seemed to be
finished. "I need to get more groceries. He eats like a small army." I said
to myself.

"So let's talk.  You still ok with being here with me?

"Yeah."

"You know you're going to be here forever, don't you?"

"Yeah"

"Then I need to tell you about the house rules and explain stuff."

"What stuff?"

"Let's start with school. We will register you in the middle school
sometime this week. You will be expected to do your homework every day
after school. No excuses. If you do your homework in school, bring it home
so I can check it. This is to make sure you have it correct. Agreed?"

"Yeah. But what happens if I don't have homework?"

"Well, then I expect you to bring home a library book and read it for a
half hour.

You will also be expected to join a team or club in school. You can pick
whatever you want to do but it's important that you get involved. OK?"

"Yeah" but I could tell he wasn't sure about, reading, joining a club or
ball team. My guess is he has never played organized ball in his life and
he was a little scared.

"You will also have chores around the house. Your room needs to be clean by
noon on Saturday or we won't do any fun stuff over the weekend. You will
also be responsible for doing your own laundry and helping keeping the
house clean. I have a housecleaner come in every Thursday so she will be
doing the heavy stuff like mopping floors and doing the house laundry but
you have to keep your stuff neat and clean.  Agreed?"

"What kind of fun stuff?

"Well, you won't be able to go out in the boat for one thing. No
fishing. No trips to water parks or Disney. That kind of thing."

"You have a boat?"

"Yeah."

"Cool."

"Then we have the more personal stuff. I'm a nudist. Since I lived alone, I
slept naked. Now that you're here I won't be changing that much. When you
get out of bed in the morning, you might see me getting a cup of coffee,
without clothes on. Also there are no bathing suits allowed in the
pool. You go bare ass naked as will I."

"What happens if I have friends come over?"

"Then we will talk about bathing suits in the pool and I will respect your
friends and stay in my clothes."

"What happens if I get a boner?"

"Well, that the last thing I wanted to talk to you about. We are both
guys. We both get boners. All men do. My attitudes about sex are a little
difference then lots of other people. I see sex as part of life, not to be
hidden. Knowing that, we both are going to see each other with boners or
even jacking off. It's just part of being a guy. OK?"

"Yeah, I guess but what's jacking off?"

"Well, we can talk about that later but you "ok" with us being naked around
the house? Just for the record, I will be disappointed if you popped a bone
and tried to hide it or if you made a big deal if I have one. It just what
guys do and very normal. OK?"

He looked at me a little strangely, but said "Yeah" without any enthusiasm.

"OK, let's buy you some clothing," and off to the mall we went.

We spent the afternoon buying clothes. He needed everything and had firm
ideas of what he wanted. He didn't want boxers but boxer-briefs were
ok. Bright colored briefs were alright but not tightly whities. Shirts had
to have the right characters on them. Minecraft was the best kind. He would
rather have blue jeans than regular pants. Add to the pile, Jorden sneakers
and white socks; a few hoody sweatshirts, and a bathing suit and we were
done and my wallet was a few hundred dollars lighter.

"I thought we were swimming naked," he asked as he picked up a swimsuit.
"Yeah!" I said. "But when we go out on the boat or go to the beach, you
will need a bathing suit."

"Oh" he said. He picked out a nice bathing suit, black with a yellow line
on the side. He did seriously consider a speedo type swim suit but put it
down and went for the more conservative one. I would have enjoyed watching
him in a speedo, but it was his choice.

We ate dinner on the way home and got to the house in time for him to watch
a little TV and then head to bed. He didn't ask to go swimming so I thought
maybe he was going to be too shy to skinny dip.

When I checked on him to say good night, he was climbing into bed in his
underwear. I didn't offer to buy him PJ's and he didn't ask for them. I
guess going to bed in his undies was going to be his new normal.