That Monday had been hell at work, and living nude, I couldn't wait to get home and get comfortable, relax, and have a beer.

Then, I saw him. He was standing on a corner, barely eighteen if that, holding a sign that read,'Homeless. Please help'. He was neatly dressed and I wondered if he was really homeless.

I never saw him out in the mornings but I did every afternoon. Then on Friday, I noticed that he had added some wording to his sign. He had added, "Trying to stay in school'.

My curiosity got the best of me so I pulled into the parking lot on the corner where he was standing. I parked and called him over to my car.

"Son, I've seen you every afternoon and my curiosity made me stop. How old are you?"

"I'm seventeen, sir. I'll be eighteen in three weeks."

"Are you really homeless?" I asked.

"Yes, sir, I am."

"May I ask why?" I said then remembered my manners. "Oh, I'm Mark Connors, by the way."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Connors. I'm Jeff Phillips."

"Nice meeting you to Jeff, and please, call me Mark. Just why are you homeless?"

"It's a long story, Mark, but to shorten it, I'll just say my dad didn't like the way I was leading my life and said I could change or get out of his house. I told him I didn't want to change. That was last Friday afternoon. I left a while to do some thinking and when I got home, there were two suitcases with my belongings in them on the porch and the locks had been changed. He refuses to take my calls."

"I see. I can relate very well to your situation. Basically, the same thing happened to me when I was just slightly older than you. Are you still in high school?"

"Yes,sir. I just started my senior year. I know how important having at least a high school diploma is so I'm determined to get it no matter what I have to do."

"Jeff, when did you eat last?"

"I've been getting by just eating lunch at school," he replied.

"Where are you staying?"

"I've found an abandoned warehouse close by and I've hidden my things and sleep there at night. I get to school early and wash up in the restroom."

"Look, it's Friday and you're out of school for the next two days. Let's go get your things and you can spend the weekend at my place and we can try to figure something out for you."

He agreed and directed me to the warehouse. He got out and disappeared. I wondered if he'd really come back. A few minutes later he appeared carrying his two suitcases. after putting them into the trunk of the car, he got in and as we headed to my place he said, "Sir, you don't know how much I'm looking forward to a hot shower."

"Well, my guest room has a private bath so you can shower as long as you want to."

We got home and went in. I showed him around the house and patio and pool area before finally taking him to the guest room. After showing him where clean towels were, I left and said I'd be in the den.

Forty-five minutes later he came out, shaved and clean.

"Feel better?" I asked.

"Much," came his reply.

"Great. Now let's go get something to eat."

"Mark, I'm ..."

I broke in saying, "Hey, it's on me. Now just get in the car."

I drove to an 'all-you-can-eat' family style buffet. He ate enough for three people. it was obvious he had been doing without.

We got home and talked until the early hours of the morning, however he never did say exactly why his dad had kicked him out. He said he wanted to graduate and see about getting grants and loans for college. He said he enjoyed math and wanted to get a degree in accounting.

"It's strange that you'd say that. I own my own accounting firm."

"Really? Cool."

We finally went to bed and the next morning I was up by eight but didn't see Jeff until just after ten.

"How about some breakfast. Cups are here and the coffee is fresh."

Ashe poured his coffee, I started breakfast. He immediately joined in.

I was wearing just a pair of shorts, not feeling comfortable enough to go nude with a guest in the house. Jeff wore shorts and tee shirt.

As we prepared breakfast, I noticed him look over and scan my body several times. I assumed i was making him uncomfortable and asked if I should put on a shirt.

"Hell no. It's just that my dad never went shirtless around the house."

"Never?"

"No, never."

"Damn. Why not?"

"He is a baptist minister. As some people say, 'hard shell, hell and brimstone'."

"That explains it," I said.

"He didn't even approve of me going to the beach and wearing just a swim suit."

I just shook my head and noticed him smiling. Looking at him I said, "By that grin, I assume you did it anyway."

"Nope. Never. But a few buds and I did go up on the river and go skinny dipping. He would have killed me if he had known."

"Fuck, what's wrong with that? It's the way we were born, and besides, I never read where Adam and Eve were created with clothes on."

"Exactly!" he said. "I love your logic. we didn't see anything wrong with it either. When he was gone, I'd go nude at home."

"Jeff, do you enjoy going nude?"

Lowering his head slightly and looking down he said, "Yes, I do. Do you think it's wrong also?"

"Not in the least. I have a confession to make to you. If you weren't here, I'd be nude. I normally live that way."

"Hey, this is your house. Do what ever you want."

"Would you care to join me?"

"Are you serious? You wouldn't mind?"

"Not at all. In fact, I consider it very natural. Why do you think my fence is extra high?"

"Cool," he said as he headed for his room. while he was gone, i had removed my shorts and tossed them on a chair in the den. When Jeff returned, he was totally nude also.

His body was exquisite, muscular and toned with a slight trace of hair on his chest and a nice treasure trail leading from just above his navel to his thick pubic bush. His cock was at least six inches soft, thick and cut. My mouth watered.

"You're pretty well built," I said.

"So are you," he said as he looked me up and down.

We ate breakfast and cleaned the kitchen, then with fresh coffee, we went out by the pool.

We talked and after a while, I asked, "Jeff, do you feel comfortable being here with me?"

"You mean being nude?"

"Not really. Even if we were clothed, would you feel comfortable being here?"

"Yes, very much so. Why?"

"Well, I feel the same way about you. And when I was kicked out a friend let me live with he and his family while I worked and went to college. I'd like to pass that kindness on and do the same for you."

"You mean live here all the way through college? That would be like five years."

"So what? I wouldn't mind. Besides, we seem to get along well and e both enjoy living nude. Where else would you be able to do that?"

Tears formed in his eyes as he said, "Mark, I'd love it. I promise I'll share the work."

"You would have to follow some rules, however," I told him.

"What are they?"

"First, your studies come first. As soon as you get out of school, you'll come home and do any homework you might have. Same applies when you start college. While in high school, if you go out you must be in by ten during the week and midnight on weekends. We'll discuss rules for college later."

"I can agree to those rules, but there is a problem. You live outside the area for my school and I don't have transportation."

"As far as the school is concerned, you still live with your father. I'm thinking about the transportation part of it."

"Man, you don't know what a load you've taken off me. You just met me and you're doing this for me. I can't believe it's true."

"It is," I said. "Now, how about a swim?"

He smiled and ran for the pool. I immediately followed. After we both surfaced, he swam to me and after wrapping his arms around me he said, "Mark, you're super. You're the best."

Hugging him back, I said, "You're pretty special yourself. Not many young men in your situation would be so eager to finish school and go on to college."

"Man, I just don't know how to thank you," he said.

"You already have with the hug. Just get good grades so you can apply for a scholarship."

We swam and horsed around in the pool before getting out. Later, I suggested we dress and go for a ride.

Going into the garage, he headed for my new Charger, but I suggested we use my three year old Toyota pick up. As we drove around town, I asked him to show me where he had lived. He did and as we pulled up in front I asked if there was anything he needed. He said he had a stereo and CD's he'd like to get.

I got out and walked to the door telling him to join me. With him standing behind me, I knocked.

Moments later, the door opened, and the man said, "Yes, may I help you?"

"Reverend Phillips?"

"Yes, that's right."

Stepping to the side, I said, "This young man has some things here he would like to have."

"He's got all he's going to get. this isn't his home any longer."

"Reverend," I said calmly, "in this state at seventeen a person is still considered a minor. The authorities might be interested in knowing you threw him out. If I'm correct, it is considered child abuse. And I'm sure you wouldn't like your congregation finding out about this."

You could see the fire in his eyes before he said, "And just who are you?"

"One, I'm his boss. He works for me after school and on weekends. I'm providing him with a room and a small salary as his pay. Now does he get his things or do I call the police?"

Glaring at Jeff, he said, "Get what you you want then get off this property."

Jeff retrieved his stereo, CD's and TV plus other items that meant something to him. We loaded them in the truck as his father said, "I don't ever want to see your sinning face again."

As we drove away, I asked what his dad meant.

"He just thought my choice of friends, music and lifestyle was a sin, that', all."

"Well, he might be your father but from what I saw, he's not much of a dad."

"Mark, you've been more of a dad this weekend than he has been in the last ten years or so. Just how old are you anyway?"

Laughing, I said, "Not quite old enough to be your dad. I'm twenty-eight."

"Well, you could be my big brother," he said.

"Yes, I could," I replied.

We returned home and after we both undressed, I helped him set up his stereo and TV.

Later we had dinner and watched TV.

On Sunday, I came up to Jeff and said, "With you getting home from school before I will, you're going to need these."

I held out my hand and in it was a keyring with a house key, remote truck lock, and truck key.

"What's this?"

"It's a house key and you're going to need a way to get to and from school. I'll add you to the insurance on the truck first thing in the morning. Just drive carefully."

"I will," he said.

I then looked at him and asked, "You do have a driver's license, don't you?"

"Yes," he replied. "You want to see it?"

"No. I trust you."

Jeff and I got close real quick. On his eighteenth birthday I took hm out to dinner and after telling the waiter that we were celebrating my brother's birthday, all the waiters brought him a desert and sang happy birthday. He fought to hold back his tears.

Once we got home, he hugged me and said, "I wish you were my real dad. I've never been treated this good."

"Well, I'm just your big brother."

Looking at me he said, "Well, bro, I love you."

"I love you, too, Jeff."

Things went on as normal for a several months before I made a decision.

Sitting him down one Friday night, I calmly said, "Jeff, we need to have an honest talk. Exactly why did your dad kick you out?"

"If I tell you, you'll probably do the same."

"Never! Regardless of what the reason, I will continue to consider you my brother and you will still be welcome to live here. Now, tell me the truth."

Lowering his head, he began.

On the Friday of the weekend before you stopped, my dad was at a church meeting and said he wouldn't be home until about five. We were out of school for the day so I called a friend and invited him over. Dad ended up getting home about three and caught us in bed having sex. I couldn't and wouldn't accept the fact that I am gay. I have been since I was fifteen. I tried to talk to him but he just screamed at me calling me all kind of names and told me to get out. I left and when I got back my things were on the porch like I told you."

I could see he was near tears, so I moved over next to him and put my arm around him,pulling him close to me. As I did, he turned and threw his arms around my neck and began sobbing.

"Go ahead, Jeff. Let it all out."

he did and after a few moments he began to regain his composure. Looking at him I said, "I know exactly how you feel."

"Huh? You do?"

"Yea. When I was in my freshman year of college, I experimented and found that I liked sex with other guys. I knew I was gay. A few months later, my dad began questioning me about why I never mentioned any girl friends. Mom was there and I decided to come out to them. When i told them I was gay, Mom cried some but dad went ballistic. Mom soon accepted it but dad never did and refused to do anything or go any where with me. He soon kicked me out and I lived with a friend of mine. So you see, I do know how you feel."

"Damn, Mark, your gay?"

"Yes, I am. I suspicion that was why you were kicked out but I wasn't totally sure. I asked you tonight because i figured it was time for each of us to be honest with each other."

"I never dreamed you might be gay. But what if it had been for some other reason? Would you still have admitted to me that you were gay?"

"Yes, if you were honest then it was only right that I be the same. If you weren't gay, would it have mattered any knowing that I was?"

"Not at all. I believe in everyone living their own life no matter what it is."

"Well, now we both know about the other. We no longer have to put up a front."

"I'm glad. And I have to say, you are one hot man."

Laughing, I said, "Jeff, you're pretty hot yourself."

We joked about being gay the rest of the evening before going to bed.

Saturday morning we had breakfast before going out to get some sun. As we lay by the pool, Jeff began getting an erection. I soon did the same.

Looking at him, I laughed and said, "Bro, it's your tool. Do what ever you want with it. All guys do it."

Smiling, he slowly began stroking his cock. i did the same and before long we ere both depositing our loads out onto out chest and stomachs. I retrieved some towels for us to wipe up with. As we did, he looked at me and said, "That was awesome."

"Yea, I enjoyed it also," I replied then asked, "When you and your buds went skinny dipping did you all jerk together also?"

"Oh yes, and did both oral and anal."

"Boys will be boys," I said laughing.

Later in the afternoon, we were watching a ball game on TV in the den when Jeff began fondling his cock. We were both on the sofa and I couldn't help but watch. Once fully hard he slowly began stroking it.

I couldn't resist any longer. I slid closer and quickly bent over and swallowed his cock. As I began sucking him, he said, "You beat me to it. I was going to do the same to you if you had started stroking."

He slid lower on the sofa and lay his head back, moaning softly. I soon brought him to a roaring climax with his huge thick load filling my mouth. Once I had him drained, I swallowed as he watched.

Smiling, he said, "My turn."

He immediately leaned over and swallowed my cock, sucking me expertly. It didn't take me long to climax. He took every drop before swallowing.

As he sat back up, he said, "Damn, I love cum."

"So do I," I told him.

As if we had done it before, he sat closer and we kissed passionately, our tongues hungrily exploring each other mouth.

After the kiss, I asked, "Jeff, this may be premature, but would you like to start sharing my bed with me."

"I'd love to, Mark."

Later, when we headed to bed, we both went to my room and showered together in my large walk in shower. Then after getting in bed, he began fondling my cock and once it was fully hard, he smiled and sat on it, riding it like it was a wild horse. i soon filled his ass with yet another load.

When he rolled off, he was on his back and as he pulled up his legs, he said, "Your turn."

I soon had my cock buried deep in his ass and as I fucked him he kept saying how great it felt and that he wanted to feel my load shoot up him. He soon did and as I fired away he said loudly, "Oh fuck yea. I needed that."

After we kissed, I said, "I can't remember the last time I climaxed three times in one day."

"Me either," he replied.

Jeff and I had sex daily, and grew even closer.

His graduation arrived and his dad refused to attend. I was there for him. A few of his secretly gay friends came over and he introduced them. They knew of our relationship and told him how lucky he was.

After we left, I told him, "If you'd like, your welcome to invite them all over for a pool party."

"A nude pool party?" he asked.

"Is there any other kind?" I asked.

The following weekend, including Jeff, there were five hot naked boned teens out at my pool. One was the schools star quarterback who had just received a scholarship to the state university. Before he left, he and I had engaged in a sixty-nine and fucked each other. In fact, I had engaged in sex with all of them as had Jeff. It was hot watching him with the others.

A few weeks later, Jeff seemed quiet and I asked what was wrong.

"I screwed around and didn't get on the list for a scholarship. I don't know what to do."

"No problem. After we talked and you agreed to live here, I, on behalf of my company, started a scholarship program. You are the recipient."

Hugging my neck before kissing me, he said, "Damn it Mark, I love you more every day."

"Ditto," I said. "However, the scholarship is to the college here in town."

"Great. I won't have to leave you to go to school."

"That was my plan," I said.

He started college and made excellent grades. I put him to work in my firm part time, with a full time position after graduation.

Then at the beginning of his junior year,as we sat by the pool he asked, "Mark, why haven't you ever found a life partner? Any guy would be damn lucky to have you. Your loving, caring, and passionate."

"I had one in college. We had an apartment off campus and I came in early one day and found him in bed with one of my professors. I was pissed and hurt. I kicked his ass out. Later, the professor sent me a few text saying he was sorry and would like to make it up to me in bed, saying how hot he thought i was and how he'd love to have my cock in his mouth. I was even more pissed so i went to the Board of Regents and let them read the text. He lost his job and his wife divorced him. I just haven't found the right one yet."

"I see," he said.

Looking at him, I said, "Until now. I'd be honored if you would accept the position."

Smiling broadly he said, "I'd love nothing better. I love you so much."

"I love you, also. I have for ages."

We kissed and made love.

Jeff finished college and began full time in the office. in the last six years, he has moved up and is now my assistant.

We are still deeply in love and often remember back to the day we met.

THE END

 

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