Date: Sat, 14 Nov 2009 23:03:22 -0800 (PST)
From: eames1668 <eames1668@yahoo.com>
Subject: Being a family 8

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Life settled into a routine and Eric and I finished up our last year of
high school. At graduation Eric's Mom and her then fiancˇe Ron came down
from Maine and stayed with us while we celebrated our graduation.  We were
the model family of guys.  They occupied the guest room - if they only knew
what took place in there.  But during their stay we couldn't have been more
conventional.  We wore clothes all the time at home, swam in the pool in
bathing suits, and closed doors behind us.  Just before they left for home,
Nancy and Ron announced that they were getting married.  We all couldn't
have been happier for them.  Nancy's life had definitely taken a turn for
the better due to the move, even though the circumstances initially were
tough.  But even her Dad had improved.  The stroke had left him with
certain challenges but during the time that she'd been back with her
parents Nancy had worked with her Dad so that he could re-claim his life.
Ron was just icing on the cake for her.


Eric and I had both been accepted to the University of Miami on
scholarships but the summer after high school we decided that we needed to
make some extra money before starting college.  Dad thought we should just
relax and enjoy ourselves like most of our friends were doing that summer,
but neither Eric nor I really wanted to do that.  Problem was finding
summer jobs.  It wasn't so easy.  Then it occurred to me that Dad owned his
own business.

"So here's the deal." I told him one morning over breakfast.  We were
relaxing at the table, both naked as usual.  Dad was about to get dressed
for work and Eric had just come back from his usual early morning run,
stripping down in the laundry.  "Why don't you hire Eric and me as summer
help.  We make extra money and you get extra help."

Dad just looked at me like I was speaking a foreign language.  "Not a good
idea." He responded.  "No one will take you two seriously.  They'll think
it was my idea and expect the two of you to just fuck off all the time."

This surprised me.  I hadn't thought about it like that.  After a bit I
explained that both Eric and I wanted some real work experience and that
we'd deal with whatever attitude we got from Dad's employees.  They'd see
that we meant business when they saw how hard we'd work.

"And what exactly would the two of you do for me?" asked Dad.  Eric joined
us in the kitchen at that point after a very quick shower and equally
naked.  He clearly was interested in hearing what Dad had to say.  When he
came in he and I looked at each other, as he'd just heard Dad's question to
me.

"You tell us." I said to Dad.

Dad laughed in return.  "Reese, do you even know what I do for a living?"

In truth, I didn't.  I knew that Dad owned his business and I thought it
had something to do with distribution but that was all I knew.

"Your whole life you've never once asked me anything about my job and now
all of a sudden you want me to hire the both of you.  I think you'd be
better off looking for an opportunity somewhere else."  He left the room to
get ready for work and that was the end of the conversation.

"Well, that went well." joked Eric, digging into a grapefruit he'd cut open
while I'd been talking to Dad.

Over the next few days we kept at Dad, not giving up on the idea of working
for him.  We'd both casually work into regular conversation questions about
his business.  Dad is no dummy and we knew exactly what was going on.
Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and sat us down after dinner one night
to explain that he owned a small distribution company that processed orders
for companies he contracted with and shipped their merchandise.  It was a
small operation - six people total - and they had exclusive contracts with
a couple of companies.  It was a very tight group and he wasn't too
comfortable about us infiltrating the operation, even for the summer.  We
kept at him, though, and finally he agreed to talk to his group to see how
they felt about us joining them.  Even he was surprised when they agreed
but he still had reservations.  Both Eric and I could tell that he wasn't
sharing everything with us and we still kept at him.  Finally, about a week
later when he accepted that we weren't giving up he sat us down again.

"Are you two really serious about this?" he asked.

"Tom, you've got to be kidding.," answered Eric.  We'd been at him night
and day.

"Well, there's some things you need to know before we agree to anything."
Eric and I just looked at each other.

Dad sighed loudly then explained.  "The merchandise that we distribute is
adult in nature."

"It is?" I asked, genuinely surprised.

"Like what?" asked Eric.

"Videos, toys, some apparel."

"Porn?" asked Eric.

Dad sighed again.  "Some people would call it that.  Oh fuck it.  Yes.
It's all adult material.  When I started the company we were distributing
mainstream stuff - a lot of novelty items and crap like that.  Several
years ago I was approached by a porn studio about distribution but I said
no.  Didn't want to get involved with it.  Then things got tough - the
novelty business is a lot of work with little return - and I finally agreed
on a limited basis.  It turned out to be very lucrative and eventually we
moved to handling adult stuff exclusively.  The guys who work for me have
no problem with it.  We move straight, gay and bi stuff - all pretty
vanilla.  I will not get involved in any kink or fetish shit."

"So this is why you've been so against our working for you?" I asked.

"Partly."

Eric and I looked at each other.  "Well, I can't speak for Eric, but I have
no problem with it."

"Neither do I.  I suspect after a while it's just merchandise that you're
moving."

"You said "partly".  What's the rest of it?" I asked.

Dad sighed again. This time he squirmed a bit before saying quietly, "It's
a clothing optional business."

Eric and I really looked at each other. "What?" we both said in unison.
The utter surprise on both our faces was nothing short of comical, I was
sure.  At least Eric's was and I fully expected that mine was too.

"As in clothing is not an option.  Everyone works in the nude."

"You're shitting us!" laughed Eric at Dad.

"No, I'm not." Dad answered, in the same quiet tone. "A couple of years
back two of the warehouse guys asked if they could sunbathe nude during
lunch break because the warehouse is completely private.  Since it's all
guys and the others didn't care, I agreed.  At first it was a big joke,
then the other guys started joining in.  Eventually, they never bothered
getting dressed after lunch and would work bare-assed through the
afternoon.  Then they started getting naked as soon as they got to work and
staying naked through the day.  Eventually, I gave in." he shrugged his
shoulders.

"You too?" I asked, totally dumb-founded by the whole thing.

"Yes." Dad answered, a bit embarrassed.

"That explains why you never have underwear on when you go to work." I
said, it finally making sense.  As did the easy transition to home nudity
after that first afternoon in the pool with Dad.

"What's the point?  We all strip down the second we get in."

"What about vendors or visitors?" asked Eric.  Dad shot him a quick look of
surprise at Eric's question.

"We don't get many.  We only allow a very few special drop-ins.  Everyone
else requires pre-set appointments so we know in advance and everyone's
dressed.  But we do have a few who know about the "dress code" and don't
care at all.  Like the UPS guys that come by every afternoon.  They're
totally cool with it.  They've seen it all."

"I bet they have!" laughed Eric.  "Shit!  This is wild!"

"The guys all agreed to have you two work for the summer assuming I told
you everything.  They're not changing anything if you two come to work
there.  Otherwise, you'll need to look for something somewhere else." Dad
stated flatly to us both.

The ensuing seven seconds of silence ended.  "I'm in." I stated, looking
first at Dad, then at Eric.  "Doesn't bother me in the least."

Eric looked at me then agreed.  "Me too, Tom."

Dad did not seem happy with us, though.

"Now what?" I asked, picking up on his discomfort.

A third time Dad sighed heavily before speaking.  All of a sudden I saw my
Dad in a different light.  He was 33 years old and as much as I thought I
knew him because of our home life, I realized that I only knew a piece. I
was close to him, but I realized that there was clearly a lot I didn't
know.  Up till this moment, he was just my Dad, a single father - of me.
Now I saw him as a young man in ways too.  A stud, for
sure. Successful. And hot.  All I was learning about him just made him more
interesting to me.

"Shit - you might as well know it all." He said, finally, raising his hands
to either side of his head and shaking a bit side to side.  "It's also a
very sex positive place."

"Huh?" asked Eric, stunned.  It wasn't registering with me.  I couldn't
believe what Dad was saying.

Dad's tone of voice sounded more like he was convincing himself that it was
ok than he was in describing anything to Eric or me.  "The guys are naked
all day.  We deal with sex-related merchandise.  Guys get horny.  And when
they do, they do something about it. " He looked up at both of us.  "If
it's gonna happen, I'd rather they do it openly so we know how to keep
things clean.  They all get that it's a business first and they all respect
that - when things happen, they happen where they should."

"Like what?" I asked.  Both Dad and Eric looked at me with complete "you've
got to be joking" expressions on their faces.  It took me a minute to
realize how dumb my question had really been.  "I mean how far do things go
and where does it happen?"

"Anything and everything.  And always in the back." Dad's statement caught
both Eric and I but before either of us actually blurted out the "what the
fuck does that mean?" that was brewing in us both, Dad continued.  "Over
the years we've built up a private area to the rear of the warehouse." All
three of us laughed a bit when he said what he did.  He saw the irony in
his statement.  Eric and I laughed with a touch of panic-y relieve that it
wasn't what we'd thought.

"What really does that mean?"  Eric then asked cautiously. I knew he meant
the private area Dad mentioned, but Dad took it in a different direction.

"It means that you two need to really consider this whole thing very
carefully." explained Dad to us both.  "I'll be honest with you.  I'm not
fan of this.  What we do at home is between us.  What I do at work has
always been mine, alone.  Don't take it the wrong way but this is all a
bit...."

"I get it Dad." I said, making sure that there was no emotion in my voice
that would make him thing anything else.  "We'll do our part, but it's a
two way street.  You've gotta consider carefully too.  Maybe more cuz you
know what goes on.  You still have ultimate veto over this whole thing.  If
that's what you opt for, it's all good.  We'll understand."

"Totally, Tom." stated Eric.

No one said anything more about the summer jobs that evening.  Later, in
bed, Eric and I were engaged in a nice, slow sixty-nine, fingers idly
teasing each other's holes.  As usual, the bedroom door was wide open and
the bedside lamp was on low, casting just enough light to make our skin
sort of glow.  Dad stopped at the door as he was walking by, leaned against
the doorframe and watched a bit as Eric and I continued sucking each other
off.  I let Eric's stiff meat slide from my throat and as I did I opened my
eyes to see Dad standing there, his cock stiff at attention.  I winked at
him but kept up my oral dick play on Eric's slick, shaved cock.  Eric's
back was toward Dad, so Dad also had an unobstructed view of my finger
banging Eric's willing hole and Eric's bearing down his hips to grind his
ass on my digital assault.  When he did that, his hamstrings and glutes
flexed and since he was such a jock, I knew my Dad was getting quite a
show.  After a bit, Dad walked toward us then around the bed so that Eric
now knew he was there.  Eric smiled at Dad.  We broke apart as Dad crawled
across the bed.  Eric flipped a bit, then took my dick back down his
throat.  I went for my Dad's stiff pole, and Dad deep throated Eric. We
leisurely sucked, stroked, slurped and licked until we'd all shot loads.
Dad kissed us both on the mouth, got up, turned off the bedside lamp and
left.  Eric and I spooned together and fell off to sleep.


The next morning Eric and I sat in our car, coffee in hand.  We'd gone for
an early run.

"You really had no idea?" asked Eric.

"Seriously.  None at all.  He gave me so much attention growing up that it
never occurred to me to ask what he did.  Whenever we were together it was
always about me."

We sipped our respective coffees.  "Well, what do you think?", Eric asked
me after a bit, turning in my direction.