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I sit on the toilet seat. Boy I don't know what to think. I'm floating in some sort of vacuum. I'm at a loss for words but not thoughts. What is going on? Is this for real? I've never been treated with so much respect from a stranger. I really need to be careful. But every turn just seems to be so reassuring. The nudity idea seems so new and strange, but Bill just seems so natural and calm about it. He explains it in such a non-threatening way. He seems so sincere. I guess I'll just go along and live his way until I sense danger. He has even been so careful to explain how I am free and not trapped. I CAN LEAVE AT ANY TIME.
I take my time and scrub myself clean in every little crevice. I wash myself twice. I found a bottle of cologne. I put a dash on my neck to be sure I no longer smelled like a dirty house-less urchin. After I visited the commode. I went to find Bill's kitchen.
"Wow, I suspected there was a gem inside that mud-covered rock. Don't get embarrassed but you're gorgeous. Here, I fixed us grilled cheese sandwiches with chips. I've got beer, coke, and milk in the fridge. Help yourself. A lot of things have happened very quickly in your world today perhaps a beer would do you good." I got a beer and went to the table. I went to move a towel off the seat and sit down. "Just leave the towel there and sit on it. You may not have noticed but every chair in this house has a towel or other washable seat covering. It is a tradition with nudists. We don't worry about siting our arse on someone's good couch. We always sit on a towel or something washable. Don't get embarrassed. It is just nudist's traditional etiquette." "I'm sorry Sir. I just don't know where I am. I'm just totally blown away and lost." "I understand. It will take a little time to get you grounded. It won't take long to get you comfortable in your new life. It's very different but very much better. You will see! It's also, I'm sure, a little frightening at first. Just keep in mind as you adjust, what I'm doing is an offering. It is not being forced upon you. I surely hope you won't do it. But you are free to walk away at ANY TIME.
Now, eat up. You are probably starving!"
After dinner, I took Snowflake for a tour of the house. "You've seen the bathroom. We will set you up a place in the cabinet for a few personal grooming items. Next here is my office and photo processing lab. I do all digital photography, so it is all done on computers and these printers. All the spare batteries and printing paper are kept in the cabinets over there. Within a few days I'll set you up with an email address. How much do you know about computers? Did you have access to any computers?" "At school I was pretty good with the computers. I even had an email account and was allowed to surf the web. There were a lot of lockouts and controls, so we were limited. But I got around OK." "You're an adult so I will not have any lockouts on you. I have my own private mails and files that will be closed to you but otherwise your free to use the computer to your hearts content. I have a VPN so that our browsing cannot be tracked. I have my private accounts password protected and I expect that you will want to do the same." "I actually took a computer course, so I know about VPNs, passwords and security." "The computer on the right there is my photo processing computer. I keep all that business stuff separate. I back both computers up to the `cloud'. There is plenty of storage on both computers so you should not get in my way. One of those printers is for the personal computer on the left. The other is a high-resolution printer for photographs. You will use the left computer and the left printer." "This is too cool." "Across the hall is the master bedroom. It has a walk-in closet big enough for two. I'm only using one side. We can put your stuff in the other side. Now that you know your way around, let's go watch the news then go to bed."
"Channel 31 has the most unbiased news around here."
After we watched the news, I opened out the couch into a bed. Snowflake seemed a little quiet. "You seem worried. You look quiet and serious. It's quite comfortable and sure better than the street!" "Yes, Sir. All of this is FAR better than the places I usually sleep. B-b-b-but, I h-h-have NEVER slept alone! I've always slept with my Mom. When she was with one of the guys, she always had a friend sleep with me. M-m-mom would always hold me warm and secure. It's OK I'm just a little nervous. I'll be OK." "I didn't want to be to forward with you at first. But you are welcome to sleep with me in my bed if it would make you feel better. I just thought you might NOT want to sleep with a stranger." "Thank you, Sir. That would be very nice. I would feel much better not sleeping alone." "OK, then help me put this thing back together. You do know that we would be sleeping without clothes. You don't have any now and I usually sleep naked." "That's quite OK. We may have been house-less, but Mom always put our clothes to air out and dry while we slept. So, I'm used to it." "Then let's hit the sack. I have a spare toothbrush. I would like you to clean your teeth before bed. Do you clean your teeth?" "I clean them whenever I can."
We both crawled between the sheets on each side of the bed and fell off to sleep quickly. During the night sometime, I felt Snowflake fidgeting in his sleep. Next thing I knew he had worked his way in my direction until his back was touching my arms and legs! I certainly didn't expect that from the nervous lad. I laid a hand on his shoulder to quiet him. He nestled right up against me and settled! Once he had spooned himself against me with his back tight to my chest and his butt in my groin he quieted into a soft sleep. I laid my arm over him to reassure him. I'm glad he felt secure, but I never expected this!
The next morning, I awakened first to find him still snuggled in tight. He had placed his arm over mine and had his thumb in his mouth. His cock was erect with a morning woodie. He awoke with a start and began to squirm. "I'm sorry. I must have wiggled in my sleep. I'm sorry!" "Quiet down. It's quite OK. Did you sleep well?" "I-I shouldn't have touched you. I'm sorry. I-i-it's just that I usually sleep this way. I should have slept on the couch." He reached both hands down to cover his woodie. "I've shared everything with you thus far. I can share my bed. We both slept well, and I feel quite comfortable with you snuggled in next to me." "Excuse my willie. I wake up this way! Mom never let me touch it when it was like this. Mom always said it should stay up like this as long as possible as often as possible. Mom also said it should be milked occasionally, but not too often. She said the milk was very valuable and should never be wasted. It had to be recycled in some manner. But she wouldn't let me touch it except to pee. She got very angry and spanked my butt if I made it big or milked it myself. I promise. I didn't do it. I wake up like this without touching it! Please believe me!" "Don't worry about it. Sometimes you just get a willie like that. Often in the mornings. But I agree with your Mom. You are never to make it grow or milk it yourself. I, myself will spank you ass pink if you ever play with it yourself. I'll take care of your cock for you. I will exercise it and milk it as needed. Does it get any bigger?" I reached over him and ran my finger around the backside of his circumcised cock head. It spasmed, twitched, grew a little longer and harder. "Stand up and let us just see what we have here." I sat up and stood him between my knees. His ball sack was warm, soft, and hanging respectfully low. His nuts were large and firm. Stroking him behind his balls made is cock twitch again. I wrapped my fist around his cock and gave it a couple strokes. "You are very well-built Snowflake." My own cock was rapidly growing. "Come give me a hug." I wrapped Snowflake in my arms and held him close. I wrapped my arms around him and with my hand on his neck I pressed his head into my shoulder. Our hot cocks lay next to each other. "Are you good Snowflake? You're not melting, are you?" "No Sir. Will I be allowed to sleep with you every night? I'll try to be a good boy for you. Please don't send me back. PLEASE!" I pulled him in closer and rocked him against my chest. "If you promise to be a good boy and do everything I say, you can stay here with me and I'll take good care of you." Tears started streaming down his face. "Thank you, Thank you. I thought I had been a bad boy snuggling up against you and getting a willie. I'll always do as you say and try to be a good boy. Just, PLEASE, don't send me away. PLEAE! Will you hug me tight again now?" "Yes, my little snowflake. I'll hug you and keep you! Let's go get some breakfast." "But, what about my willie?" "Hay, you look very good with that willie. You can't leave it behind. So just bring it with you... silly! I agree with you Mom. It should stay hard as long and as often as possible." I reached down and tweaked it just behind the head. As expected, it went back to full hard. "We can have Honey Bunches of Oats for breakfast. Do you want milk or orange juice, or even both?" "Milk will be fine. Thank you." He is still standing there with a full monty. We sit across from each other to eat our cereal and I reach across the space with my toes and tickle his cock. Whatever firmness it had lost is restored. "I have an old pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt you can wear into town this morning. We can buy you some suitable clothes to start. You have no clothes at all. You will need to plan for many situations. One is full nude. Not much purchasing for that. You will need warm tough work clothes for the winter outside. You will need shorts for city wear. You will also need comfortable shorts for everyday public exposure. Then you will need skimpy shorts for clubing'. We will need to get you appropriate tops and shoes for each. Again, I tickle his cock to full monty. "Don't stop eating. We have things to do!" "But..." "No `buts'. Just because you cock is hard doesn't mean you can't continue to function otherwise. If you go around nude most of the day, it's going to happen. You can't let it stop you. You must learn to control your own body and keep going. You also must learn to control any urge to cum. Remember you will be encouraged to have or keep an erection. You will not usually have permission to cum. Now ignore your cock and eat you breakfast." Once again, I tickle his cock with my toes to keep it on his mind!
After breakfast we clean up the dishes and tidy up the kitchen. "Good Boy! See you can do it. You can function with a hard cock just as well as you can function with a limp one. It will eventually go down. But we would like to encourage it to stay up as much as possible. It makes you look special'." "Yes Sir. I'll try to consider it a normal condition." "That's a good way to consider it; a normal condition'! GOOD BOY."
I like being a GOOD BOY, but this is so different. I like Bill. But he sure has different ideas. He is so loving and nice though different. He treats me like a little boy but makes me feel worthy at the same time. He is embarrassing me, but I don't seem to care. This just feels good here. I truly hope I can live up to whatever he wants. I hope he don't get tired of me and send me off. Pray I don't goof up. PLEASE let him correct me and keep me. I really want to be his good little boy!
I leave his cock alone, the willie eventually subsides, and he can have his morning pee. I dress him in the sweat suit that is a little too big on him. We go into town with him still barefoot.