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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 kurtköy escort 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 aydıntepe escort 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 tuzla içmeler escort 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 —————————————- Freedom is not free, please think about donating to fty/donate.html 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. I enjoy hearing from people, so feel free to contact me with thoughts and ideas. 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