Household Help 15 and 16

By brhmsj

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Copyright 2025 by brhmsj, all rights reserved

[6,432 words]

Household Help, Chapter Fifteen

New Developments


Martin Ordway was not big on self-reflection but in a short time his life had changed dramatically. He was happy with it. Having teen boys around was giving him a new interest in life. He had not been depressed since his parents died but he definitely had retreated from the world. Circumstance brought him back into contact with a childhood friend and he intended to renew other friendships.

His unexpected curiosity about the Punishment Room and what was in it was bringing out an aspect of his personality that he didn’t know was there. In a way it made sense. His father had been strict, but never unfair, and he knew that his grandfather had been the same with his own sons. Both were firm believers in corporal punishment and knew that “you’re never too old for a spanking.” He decided that he had a natural inclination to corporal punishment. He definitely had the experience on the receiving end. Henry and Niko apparently were naturally submissive and curious enough about it that they were willing subjects for Martin’s explorations of bdsm. For all three it really was just in fun. Were the boys likely to be so submissive in other situations? An interesting thought.

What use did Grandfather make of the Punishment Room other than the storage of his collection? Did he bring people there who wanted to participate in bdsm activities? The room had always been off limits when Grandfather was alive and Martin’s father continued that rule. His father was aware of the room and had a general idea of what was stored there. When Martin and his brother were adults their father showed them the room but no one cared to explore its contents or possible use.

It was Henry, and then Niko, who had stimulated Martin’s curiosity about the room. The explorations would continue and unexpectedly take on a new participant.

Thinking about what was happening with the boys brought back memories of his own childhood, some which had faded or whose significance had not been previously considered. It made sense that Martin felt that boys should not be modest and that it seemed quite normal to have naked teens around the house. Nudity for him and his brother had extended beyond swimming. Father believed it was good for men and boys to sleep naked and both his boys were out of pajamas before they were twelve. Much of the time during the day the boys were naked. “Saves on laundry for your mother,” they were told. Spankings always required that the recipient be naked. Having Henry and his friends naked around the house let Martin vicariously relive childhood experiences, this time as the adult. He found it very satisfying.

For the time being it seemed wise not to bring in more boys than the now six who were regularly swimming in the pool. As it was, he had been wary of having Alex and Greg join the group though for the moment their addition to the group seemed benign. Joel Parks had no issue with his son being naked at Martin’s and had assured Martin that he could bring Greg’s father to their way of thinking.

Henry was the surrogate nephew, a position ideal for both of them. However, Niko was the most fascinating for Martin. Niko, for all his time in the US, was Japanese and viewed a lot of life through Japanese eyes. Certainly his lack of unnecessary modesty set him apart from American boys. That had affected Henry positively and seemed to have eased the way for Jim and Scott to shed their clothes. Martin, even as a novice in bdsm, was impressed with Niko’s natural bent to be submissive and to explore that world with him.

His reflections had of course included Henry. This brought his mind back to Henry’s impetuous invitation to Alex and Greg. The boy knew that Martin wasn’t comfortable about any more boys joining the group yet he went ahead and invited them, without permission. He and Henry both knew that the boy needed to be disciplined. Henry’s interest in the things in the Punishment Room, along with having some used on him, told Martin that he had to devise a punishment which was not something that Henry might “enjoy.”

In Martin’s mind there was no question that there would be a thorough spanking but his inclination was that the spanking would not be enough.

When Henry arrived for his next day of work the look of apprehension on his face told Martin that the boy knew he was due for a reckoning. He undressed slowly.

“I’m disappointed in you, Henry,” Martin said as the boy took off his clothes.

“I know, sir.”

“I told you, and you agreed, that inviting Alex and Greg might be a bad idea for a number of reasons. Yet, on an impulse, you went ahead and invited them to swim naked here.”

“Yes, sir. But it turned out OK,” he added, hopeful that might mitigate things.

“Yes, it did, son, but that’s not the point here. Your impetuous decision might have caused you endless embarrassment when school starts up. More so, it might have gotten me in trouble with the law.” Henry knew all of this, of course. Now he showed signs of being ready to cry.

“I know. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done it!”

“That’s right, you shouldn’t have done it. I can tell that you feel bad about it now but you know that you need to punished.”

“Yes, sir.” A pause. “Are you going to spank me?” Henry now was naked and the mention of spanking caused a bit of a rise despite his nervousness.

“Is that what you deserve?”

“Yes, sir, I think so.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.” Henry gave a sniffle as he fought his tears of regret and apprehension.

“Yes, I am going to spank you. That is what I planned. Given that you have a general need to be spanked, however, I have to add to that punishment. I haven’t decided yet what it will be. However, in the meantime I promise you a spanking you won’t forget.” A few tears rolled down Henry’s cheeks.

“I never wanted to let you down!” he cried out in shame and regret.

Martin put an arm around the boy’s shoulder. “I know that, son. Mistakes happen and in some instances we have to accept the consequences. Now, downstairs.” Henry slowly made his way down to the den, Martin right behind him. He could not help but see on the side table by the couch both a paddle and a hairbrush. He turned white and hoped that he wouldn’t feel both weapons.

Silently Mr. Ordway sat in the middle of the couch and tapped his knee. Silently Henry put himself over that knee. He grabbed the cushion in hopes that he could resist trying to cover what he knew would be a very sore bottom very soon. He felt an urge to ask “do you have to spank me?” but resisted as he knew it was to no avail and easily might add to his punishment.

A firm, steady hand spanking came down on his bare bottom. This was harder than he’d been spanked previously. There were no pauses which made it worse. Over and over the hand came down. It did not take long for Henry to cry out with each spank.

“Owww! Please, it hurts! Owww! I’m sorry! Ow, ow, ow!” His pleas were ignored. Suddenly as he felt he would truly cry the spanking stopped. Mr. Ordway (which is how Henry thought of him during the spanking) rested a hand on Henry’s now very red and very warm bottom. Nothing was sad. Henry was sniffling which was the only sound. He didn’t dare ask if it was over. It must not be as he wasn’t told to stand.

Gently Mr. Ordway rubbed the boy’s sore bottom which felt good and brought on an erection despite all the pain. Henry was embarrassed to be hard, something that was rare here. After a few minutes he felt Mr. Ordway reach out, inevitably for the paddle or the brush. Henry tensed and waited.”

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK “Owwww!” Henry screeched. He was sure it was the brush. The hairbrush spanking had regular pauses. Henry had no idea how long this part of the spanking went on. Eventually, though, he inevitably lost control. “Daddy, I’ll be good! Please! It hurts! I’ll be a good boy!” Language that confirmed that the spanking worked.

He let out a long howl of pain and repentance then went limp over the man’s lap. The spanking stopped. Henry was allowed to lie over the lap for as long as he needed to regain some control.

Henry was still sobbing lightly when he was helped to his feet. “I’ve decided what I’m going to do with you.” With his hand on the back of Henry’s neck he guided the boy to the Punishment Room door. He unlocked and opened the door and led Henry to the St. Andrew’s Cross. “You’ll spend some time on this thinking about what you’ve done and why you are being punished.” He put Henry in position facing the wall, then secured the wrist and ankle restraints. “I’m not sure how long you’ll be in this position but long enough for you to remember the spanking and remember to think before you act. I may flog you at some point.”

“Noooo, please!” Henry whimpered.

“It’s not for you to decide.” Henry felt terrible, not so much because he’d been spanked so hard but because he had let down a man who had become very important to him. To himself he vowed never to do it again.

Mr. Ordway turned out the lights and left the room though he did not close the door completely. Henry would be on the cross for at least a half hour. The man went upstairs to take care of business.

Henry now was weeping. From the pain, yes, but more so from disappointment in himself. Could he ever make it up to Uncle Martin? Was this punishment enough?

He had no idea how long he was left alone, secured to the cross. His arms did ache a bit. It was a bit longer than the half-hour that Uncle Martin intended. Henry heard the man return but did not try to look. He couldn’t tell what was happening. Suddenly he felt the flogger lightly landing on his back. His sore bottom was not hit. It didn’t last long, just long enough to remind the boy that Uncle Martin had the flogger and was willing to use it.

Finally the restraints were unhooked. When his arms were free Henry shook them out trying to ease the ache. Then he threw himself into the man’s arms, holding him tight. The hug was returned.

“I’m so sorry! I really am! I hate disappointing you!”

“I know that, son. But we’re not quite done yet. Back on the cross, facing out.” Henry’s arms were tired but he obeyed and quickly was restrained again. Now he noticed on the nearby table a razor, shaving cream, and a basin of steaming water. He didn’t have to ask what this meant.

“I’m not experienced with this so it will take a while. I do know that if you don’t want to get cut you need to stay still,” Uncle Martin told him. The incipient loss of his pubic hair had Henry tearing up again. He did his best to hold still.

Electric clippers trimmed him to very short, easily removed hair. The shaving cream was the kind in a mug, needing a brush. The brush actual felt good and sort of tickled as the cream was applied. Uncle Martin was methodical with this part, given that he was new to the process. From what Henry could see, the man was doing a thorough job. Henry’s balls were a bit trickier but they, too, became smooth. Later Henry would discover that he liked how they felt.

Uncle Martin stepped back to see how it looked. “I think that’s a good shave,” he said. “Just one more thing.” The barber’s clippers quickly removed the hair in Henry’s armpits. The razor touched up what little was left. “You’ve been a naughty little boy so now you look like a little boy.” Henry knew he’d done something he shouldn’t but in his mind it was a bit more than just being naughty. He also expected his condition to be humiliating on the next Saturday afternoon.

Released a second time, Henry went with Uncle Martin to the couch where the man took Henry on his lap, taking care not to put the boy’s weight directly on his sore bottom. He kissed the top of Henry’s head.

“It’s all over now. I’m sorry I had to do that but we’d both be far more sorry if I was sent to jail.”

“Yes, sir, I know.”

With a soft chuckle Martin said “the punishment is over, you can stop calling me Sir.” In response Henry clung tighter. Uncle Martin gently stroked the boy’s back. After a while both felt a new closeness between them. As Henry relaxed he became hard again, this time with no embarrassment.

Uncle Martin was quite aware of what was happening. So far this summer he had not manipulated any of the boys. The only ejaculations had been involuntary when Henry and Niko had been under restraints in the Punishment Room and having implements used on them. Now the man felt that he had a decision to make. It would satisfy both of them if he brought Henry to climax. Would that be seen as a reward for taking the punishment well? Would it cross a line in their relationship? He did not think it appropriate for Henry to expect to be sexually stimulated by his employer, an older man, on a regular basis.

As he pondered this he heard Henry still sobbing slightly. He was satisfied that the boy had been properly punished and now his heart went out to him. With no further hesitation he reached down and took the very hard erection firmly in hand. Henry gasped. Uncle Martin did nothing more for the moment than hold onto the boy’s hardness and the smooth skin around the penis. He felt Henry relax against him.

“How does that feel?”

“It feels good, Uncle Martin.”

“Do you deserve to have me do this to you? Is this something for little boys?”

“It’s up to you, da. . . Uncle Martin.” Martin smiled at the near slip of calling him “daddy” again. Henry blushed slightly. Martin let that hang in the air for a while, still holding the erection which showed no sign of relaxing. Both were comfortable with that for the moment.

After a minute or two Henry said in barely a whisper, “please.”

A few seconds went by and then Uncle Martin began to slowly stroke the boy’s still-firm erection. Henry gasped and almost immediately started squirming in reaction. Uncle Martin drew out the masturbation in a way Henry had never experienced. Neither knew how long it went on. As the erotic agony mounted Henry began pleading for release but the man did not alter anything.

Henry was near tears when finally he felt the orgasm approach. He let out a long groan as he thrust his hips up and let go, shooting up to his face. Gasping and still near tears, Henry fell back into Uncle Martin’s arms. Nothing was said.

As Henry calmed down, Uncle Martin scooped up some of the boy’s semen and fed it to him, making Henry suck on his finger as he did. Henry readily accepted.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Uncle Martin said when Henry seemed fully calm. He eased the boy off his lap. Together they went into the bathroom where Uncle Martin used a dry towel to clean Henry, then washed him with a warm facecloth.

“You need to lie down. Go up to the guest room.” Silently Henry went up and almost immediately fell asleep when he lay down.

The morning had not gone as expected. Both knew that a spanking would happen but what happened after was something neither had considered. A non-sexual relationship, albeit with Henry nude and Martin dressed, satisfied them both. Uncle Martin thought it best that Henry be sexually active with his peers, particularly with Niko. He had enjoyed bringing the boy to orgasm but this had to be the end of it. For Henry, the orgasm was perhaps the best of his life so far. His thought, though, was that he wanted to be getting them from Niko. With nothing said, both agreed that this needed to be a one-time event.

Mid-afternoon Martin went to wake the boy. Henry had been awake for a while, thinking over what was happening in his life now.

“How do you feel?”

“Sore,” Henry replied with a weak smile.

“As it should be,” Uncle Martin replied with a small smile of his own. “I want you to go home now, no work today. Come back on your next regular workday. The last part of your punishment is that you won’t be paid today.”

“Yes, sir.” Henry got out of bed and they both went downstairs. He dressed, gave the man another quick hug, and was out the door.

A half-hour later Martin’s phone rang. This always surprised him a bit as he didn’t get many phone calls.

After he said hello he heard “Martin, this is Joel.”

“How nice! How are things?”

“I really can’t complain.” There was a pause. “This may seem kind of weird but now that we’re adults I wonder if I may ask you about something.”

Another pause. Martin felt it best to say “of course you may.”

Now there was another hesitation. “This is weird to ask over the phone. . .”

“If you’re free, come over and we can talk face-to-face.”

“Oh, thank you! I’ll be there in a few.”

What in the world could Joel be asking about? Henry thought about their childhoods. With a smile he remembered that his naked time with Joel was not always just in the pool. There had been some natural teenage exploration. For Joel it had been nothing more than a way to get sexual release. For Martin he was the first inclination that he was gay. He didn’t have a crush on Joel, just enjoyed him as a pal. Was Joel feeling nervous about those things?

There was a quiet knock on the kitchen door. Martin let his friend into the house. “I can put on coffee or we could have something else to drink. Even a cocktail if you want,” Martin said when Joel sat down.

“No alcohol. Too early in the day,” Joel said with a chuckle. “A seltzer will do.” Martin set down two tumblers of seltzer. “I won’t keep you in suspense,” Joel said after a drink. “But I don’t really know how to say this.”

“It’s fine. You can say anything and it stays with me. We’ve been friends too long to have issues like that.”

Joel gave a sigh of relief. “I guess it was being here and knowing that boys were swimming naked again that made me think of this. A couple of times when I’d be around the adults I know I heard your dad and another dad talking about disciplining their boys. Spanking was mentioned quite a bit. What I’m not sure about. . .” another pause. “I thought I heard your father say something about his fathers ‘room’ in the basement with some allusion to how it was a good place for discipline.”

In spite of himself Martin blushed slightly. He never thought anyone outside of the family knew about the Punishment Room. “Do you remember who he was talking with?”

“Only Mr. Jackson. We knew that he spanked his boys regularly.”

A smile played at Martin’s lips. He’d admired those three boys and their lovely bottoms. He always surmised that the temptation of those bottoms was a reason that they were spanked as often as they were. “Interesting. From what I discerned he and my father had similar philosophies regarding spanking boys. What is a bit startling is that I was sure that Father never had said anything to anyone outside the family about the room.” Unintentionally he had revealed that the room did exist.

“So there is a room,” Joel said.

“I must admit that there is. We never knew what Grandfather did with it other than keep a collection of all sorts of things for giving discipline. Dad never used it and we didn’t see inside until we were adults. I also admit that I’ve been exploring it recently.”

“Are you interested in that sort of thing?”

“I could say that that is an inappropriate question but we have a history together and more than just being nude in the pool.” Joel blushed then smiled. As happy as he was as a married man he did have fond memories of some of those times with Martin. “To be honest, I don’t know if I’m interested. I’ve been exploring the room over the summer and at times I think it has opened up a part of my personality that I never knew about.”

“Have you done anything?”

Martin hesitated then said “at the moment that is inappropriate.” Joel accepted it but was sure it was what? – odd, weird, different, perverse? He suspected that the true answer was “yes.” Before he could change his mind Martin said “would you like to see it?” Joel gave a slightly too eager “yes” which did not escape Martin. Interesting. They went downstairs and Martin unlocked the door.

“This is a bit overwhelming,” Joel said as he stepped into the room. “Who knew there could be so much bdsm stuff?”

“That was my feeling when Father showed it to me and more so now that I’ve looked around a bit.”

“Is that a St. Andrew Cross?”

“Yes.” With a grin Martin asked “how do you know about such things?”

Joel gave a deep blush, then “you never know what will turn up on the internet.” There was nervous laughter from both men.

May as well test the waters, Martin thought. “If you want to come over and explore sometime, you are welcome.”

“Um, well. . . OK, yes. I’ll admit I’ve had some curiosity about what I’ve seen online.”

“Nothing wrong with that.” A glance suggested that Joel was hard. Martin said nothing. “I’m still finding out what’s in here. Nice to have someone else along.”

“Thanks. Maybe over the weekend?”

“Come by on Sunday, so we can focus on the room with no distractions. You should come on a Saturday sometime and get to see some boys swimming naked, too. Like the old days.”

“And those were good days.” The men closed the room and went upstairs. Joel wondered if he might have a nude swim sometime.

“Thanks for letting me see that,” Joel said. “I admit that hearing those comments made me curious, and I’m still curious after all these years. The ‘net tells you only so much.”

“Oh, I know,” Martin replied. Joel gave his thanks and took his leave.

The summer just kept getting more interesting.







Household Help, Chapter Sixteen

The Truth Comes Out


With the naked swimming group expanding it really was inevitable that Henry’s parents would catch wind of what their son had been doing all summer. Joel Parks had told Greg’s father, Carl, about the naked swimming. He felt it wise to make sure that Carl didn’t have issues with this. As Joel expected, Carl was all for it.

While Henry’s dad didn’t know Joel beyond the occasional friendly hello, he was acquainted with Carl Barnes. A casual chat outside the post office started off a new chain of events.

“Greg tells me he’s been swimming at Martin Ordway’s with Henry, Alex Parks, and some other boys.”

“I knew he used the pool occasionally but hadn’t heard that there were others.”

“Yes and I was pleased when Greg told me that they all swim nude. No foolish modesty.”

“Oh. . .?”

“That’s what he says. Apparently Joel Parks and others always swam naked there when they were kids. The Ordways would have cookouts and no one thought anything of having the kids naked in the pool.” Henry’s dad saw no need to pursue this topic further at the moment. Apparently Carl hadn’t caught that this information took him by surprise. He felt it best to talk to Henry first before he said anything to his wife. Or if he’d tell her at all.

After dinner Henry went up to his room. Dad waited about fifteen minutes then went up and quietly knocked on his son’s bedroom door. “May I come in?”

“Sure.” Henry was sitting at his computer. Dad sat on the bed.

“I ran into Greg Barnes’s dad this morning.” Henry gulped. He knew what this had to mean. “There is nothing to be embarrassed or upset about, believe me.” Henry didn’t know how to respond. “He says you and the boys have been swimming naked in Mr. Ordway’s pool.”

“Uh, yeah. . . I mean. . .”

“I said don’t be embarrassed. I think that swimming nude is the best way so, to me, it’s great that you’re enjoying. From what Mr. Barnes said it seems there is a tradition of nude swimming in the Ordway pool so you’re just in keeping with how things have been done over the years.”

“Uh, yeah. . .” Henry still was speechless.

“I assume you enjoy it.”

“Oh yes. I never knew how good it felt.”

“Good. I’m glad. Before you took the job I did a little background research on Ordway since we didn’t know him. I was told nothing but good things and there was no inference that he might have inappropriate ideas about teenage boys.”

This put Henry at a crossroads. He was naked most of the time at Mr. Ordway’s, as were any of his friends who visited. Then there was the punishment room. He felt sure that he needn’t worry about that but it could leak out that he was doing his chores there naked.

“No, no, he doesn’t. I know that for sure.” Dad gave him a searching look but did not ask. Henry took this as a “don’t ask, don’t tell” situation. Dad felt the same.

“I’m not going to say anything to your mother though I expect that at some point she’ll find out. For the moment, though, I don’t know what she’d think so I’m taking the coward’s way out.” The last said with a smile. Henry’s tension broke and they shared a chuckle over it. “Mom can continue thinking that you’re using an old swimsuit. So, don’t change anything.”

“Thanks, Dad.” Henry wondered if Dad was going to say anything about Niko or his other friends. He felt sure that his parents had figured out that something was going on but maybe this was another “don’t ask, don’t tell” situation. His next thought was great relief that Dad hadn’t said anything about Naked at Home. The shave would have been embarrassing and, to his mind, impossible to explain.

In another part of town, at the Parks house, a similar conversation took place. Joel waited for a private moment with Alex. His son’s discomfort was obvious as Alex guessed what was up.

“There’s nothing to be uptight about, son,” his father began. Alex relaxed a bit. “Martin Ordway told me about you boys swimming nude at his house. I think it’s great.” Now Alex smiled. “There were things about those picnics I never told you but now you should know them.” He told Alex about how the children, of all ages, always swam nude in the pool. “We were naked only in or at the pool, otherwise we were covered in some way. No one thought this was odd because it wasn’t.”

“Wow! I never knew that.”

“I’m guessing that you enjoy swimming nude.”

“I love it! I don’t ever want to wear a suit again.”

Joel smiled. “I’m glad you love it because I do, too. But, it’s likely that you’ll need to wear a suit sometimes.”

“Yeah, I know.” He paused. “So, Dad, are you gonna. . . y’know. . .”

“Swim nude there?” They smiled. “I don’t know. It would be fun. I’d need to talk to Martin about it first, of course.” Joel paused a moment both because he planned to slightly change the topic and because some memories of times with Martin popped into his head. He’d save that for later when he was alone but he did feel himself growing a bit hard.

“I’m sure you’ve heard of the philosophy that boys should not be modest.” Alex rolled his eyes. He had. “It’s one that I grew up with though I didn’t spend a lot of time naked just to be naked. Do you enjoy the naked time?”

“Yeah, I guess I do. It was a bit weird at first, I suppose, but then you get used to it, y’know?”

“Oh yes. There also is something called Naked at Home that many families do.” Alex’s eyes widened. “You and your brother are at an age when excessive modesty in boys begins and I don’t think that it is a good thing for any boy. I’ll discuss it with your mother first, of course, but I’m thinking maybe some Naked at Home here would benefit you both.”

“Dad! Mom hasn’t seen me naked since I was little!” Now being naked was taking on a new, and not so pleasant for Alex, meaning.

“Maybe she’d like to see how her sons are growing up,” Joel replied with a twinkle in his eye.

“Dad! C’mon!”

“You’re just proving my point, son. Since we’re home alone this is a good time to try an experiment. I want you to take your clothes off.”

“No way!”

“Alexander, I don’t want this to turn into a battle. I’ve read online that a good spanking is a strong motivation for starting Naked at Home. Either way, you will be naked.”

“C’mon Dad, you wouldn’t spank me.”

“Don’t push your luck, son. Get undressed. I think you’ll like it when you are.” Being naked in front of Mr. Ordway had been disconcerting but his parents seeing him naked was truly unsettling. Alex was a good kid, though, and hated disappointing his parents. A fight over this would disappoint Dad. Very slowly Alex undressed.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it,” Joel told him.

“No, I guess not.” Alex’s penis began to grow. He turned away, embarrassed.

“Don’t worry about that, Alex. All men get hard and, big or small, you should be proud of your erection.” Alex slowly turned back, now fully hard. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about,” Joel said after seeing his son’s full glory.

“I guess, but what if Mom sees?”

“Then she sees. Mothers have been seeing their sons hard for centuries.” Alex frowned.

“What about Stanley?”

“He’ll be naked with you. He and I will talk when he’s home. Enjoy being naked for the rest of day.”

“I’ll try,” Alex said with a wry smile. What was going to happen when Stanley got home?

This conversation with his father and now being quite nude at home for reasons other than showering had Alex feeling a bit stunned. Not in a bad way, rather he needed to sort out his thoughts and feelings. It did feel good to be nude. He needed to talk to someone but Greg wasn’t the right person at the moment, even though they were close pals. Henry was the common element in the nude swimming so he seemed the logical person to contact.

Given that he felt awkward about things, a text struck him as the best way to start. He simply wrote “there’s something I’d like to talk about with you. Let me know.” Henry didn’t reply immediately which made Alex a bit anxious as he waited. Finally a text came back. “Just saw this. Want to Skype?” Alex said yes. Within in a minute they were online.

What both boys noticed immediately was that the other appeared to have no clothes on. “Are you naked?” Alex asked when he was over the initial surprise.

“Yup. Looks like you are, too.”

“Yeah, that’s why I wanted to talk.” Henry’s eyebrows went up from curiosity but he said nothing. “Did you know that when my Dad and Mr. Ordway were kids that they had to swim naked, even when adults were there?” Henry nodded. Relieved that he wasn’t making that revelation, Alex launched into the story of his father’s boyhood experiences at the Ordway house.

“Wow,” was all Henry could say when Alex was done. “Do you think your dad and Mr. Ordway ever did anything, y’know. . .”

“No idea. He didn’t say but he seems to have very good memories about those outdoor parties.” Both boys were quiet for a while.

“That doesn’t change anything for us, I guess,” Henry said after the pause. Alex agreed. “Are you going to come by again on Saturday?”

“Yes. I’ll see what Greg says.” Henry smiled at the thought of these two being naked with the gang again. Then he realized that Alex would see his shave. Alex noticed the look on Henry’s face. “What? Something wrong?”

“Uh, no. . . no. . . just. . . Well, never mind.” Alex let it go but he didn’t forget. After that the call ended quickly.

For the next couple of hours Alex stayed in his room. Even though Dad had already seen him naked he still was uncertain about leaving his room. He was reading a book when he heard Stanley’s voice. “NO WAY!” He smiled to himself. He knew exactly what Stanley was objecting to. Dad’s voice could be heard but not what he was saying. “THAT’S NUTS! I’M NOT DOING IT!” Stanley certainly was clear about how he felt. Alex had perked up his ears by this point, wondering if he was going to hear the sounds of a spanking. He didn’t relish the idea of his brother getting spanked. He and Stanley got along fairly well and there would be no satisfaction in hearing Stanley get spanked in this instance.

The voice of their father now was clearer. “Stanley, I don’t want to spank you.” Stanley’s reply wasn’t clear but its tone was – he rejected the spanking. “I’m waiting,” Dad said.

“You can keep waiting.” Stanley’s voice was not so loud but still clear.

“I’ll make you a deal,” Dad said. “You go to your room and think about it. When I check on you I expect you to be naked or I’ll have no choice but to give you a naked spanking. Either way, you will be naked.” Alex didn’t like the sound of that. After all, he hadn’t been given any semblance of a choice. He heard Stanley stomping to his room and the door slam.

About fifteen minutes later there was knock at his door, which was open. It was Stanley. “C’mon in,” Alex said. “I’m naked. Dad gave me no choice and I know he’s giving you no choice. I don’t mean to be unsympathetic but you’d be wise to get your clothes off. You’re safe doing it here with me.” He hoped he was being encouraging to his younger brother.

“What’s this all about?” Alex asked after sitting on the edge of the bed.

“It’s a bit of a story so get yourself comfortable.” With that Alex told his brother about his discovery that his friend Henry was swimming nude at Mr. Ordway’s. Stanley knew who Henry was but nothing else about him. Then Alex told about how their father had swum nude at the Ordway’s. That had Stanley wide-eyed. As best he could he explained the concept of “boys should not be modest” and Naked at Home. “I think that covers it,” Alex said when he was done.

“Yeesh,” was all Stanley said. But Alex was relieved when his brother got off the bed and slowly removed his clothes. Alex could see a tent in Stanley’s briefs.

“Don’t worry about getting hard,” he said, trying to sound non-judgmental. “All guys do. Dad says we should be proud of our erections.”

Stanley started laughing at what now seemed like the absurdity of it all. “Yeah, I guess mine is pretty good.” Alex joined the laughter. Seeing his brother hard got him hard in turn. “Yours isn’t bad, either,” Stanley said when Alex was fully hard.

Downstairs Joel heard the laughter and came up to investigate. With relief he saw both his sons naked. Naked and hard. Joel mentally compared the boys to each other and to himself. He didn’t let on to the boys but he was a proud father.

“Thanks for not forcing me to spank you,” Joel told Stanley.

“What about when Mom comes home?” Stanley asked. “She hasn’t seen me naked in ages.”

“She will now, won’t she?” was Joel’s answer. Both boys made sour faces. “You can get dressed tonight. I need to talk this over with her before we make it a permanent rule.” He could see that his sons hoped that their mother would object. “You won’t have to be naked permanently, whatever we decide.” The boys liked the sound of that.

So far no word had reached the fathers of Scott and Jim. So far, also, Niko’s parents hadn’t inquired about his whereabouts on Saturdays. They had noticed that Niko was spending a lot of time with Henry, which seemed good to them.

“Do you think that Henry would like to join us for a spa trip?” Niko’s dad asked him on that same day as Henry and Alex were having talks with their fathers. Niko secretly had been hoping Henry could join them sometime. He wanted to share the experience with his new friend.

“I can ask him. It will be a new experience for him so he might be nervous. I can bring him around.” Niko’s dad was glad to hear that. From what little he’d seen of Henry he liked the boy. So far Henry seemed to be a good friend for Niko.

A spa trip would happen, bringing embarrassment to Henry because of his shave.