Tying Up Loose Ends Part 3

Chapter 208-2

Tying Up Loose Ends

Part 3

 

 

The moment Eli and I came up the stairs the girls gasped seeing how good we looked without our shirts on. Then licking their lips as if they were humming as they looked at us as if we were the BQ and they were about to devour us. The girls too were wearing a simple T-shirt that had stains on them from previous BQ feasts, the boys and their father acted as if it was just another day here at home.

Yet every so often I would catch his eyes roaming our bodies, not in a gay way, but because how we looked like bodybuilders without a single inch of fat, but well muscled toned.

I took a seat next to Ben and his sister Tammy, while Eli took the other seat next to Ben brother Daren and their sister Pat. The moment we all sat down we all took hands and their Dad gave the blessing a simple mantra that they memorized. Which something I wasn’t used to, but I didn’t saying because it would draw attention to myself. Not that I had already, but there was nothing I could do about it when Ben and his brother were also shirtless and so was their father. To think years ago it would have bothered me, now it didn’t, I was quite comfortable about being in my own skin.

Ben’s mother started off the conversation and said that she just found out that we were nudist. I cringed as she said watching Ben’s father as he stopped eating and looked at me and my friends. He quickly took several bites of his corn and chewed it, before answering then said. “Ok, and something I never thought about, aren’t they the people that normally stay in seclusion with their own kind and some far away country I have never heard about?”

His wife said, “I said the same thing dear, Ben's friends Eric insists that they are, and Eric has shown me a picture of his entire adoptive family.”

He stopped eating for a minute; said. “I would very much like to see it.”

Eli said. “I’ll get if you like sir?” He nodded and Eli scooted out because I was pretty much locked in. ran downstairs to grab it, I told him to bring the big one in our suitcase and the wedding photos and license. Which I normally kept with me so I had proof and I liked having my family close to me when I was away.

I didn’t have any pictures of my Downing family or any of my foster homes. My father made sure of that, which was the main reasons I always take them with me rather than leaving anything behind except clothing and bedroom furniture. Now I had nothing but the clothes with my furniture being cleaned, repaired and stored in a storage container at the Knox’s new house. Eli soon returned with my new photo album I was putting together with all my Santaquin friends in it and my Rothwell family. Everything else was in Heber where my father or my mother or sisters couldn’t destroy it.

Ben’s father wiped his hands on the wet towel we each had so we could eat reasonably clean instead of looking like hungry pigs as we ate with our hands. He thumbed through the pages which weren’t many. He blushed a little as he saw my mermaid friends and my adoptive family wearing nothing but a smile.

He asked if I wouldn’t mind passing it around once he saw our wedding photos and a copy of both my marriage certificates. I nodded and said. “I wouldn’t have brought it if any didn’t want anyone to look at it, sometimes the proof is in the pudding my grandma always says.”

Apparently, I had peeked his interests as he filled his plate again, He said. “Ben you never said anything about Eric and his friends being nudists, you said he was LDS and his biological family lives here in town.”

I covered for him said. “Sorry sir, but I had asked Ben not say anything because most people freak out about it; we have been criticized and prosecuted for it to the point we had to move from our last home because people thought we were worshiping the devil, and we had to leave our home.

“Yet in truth, we are fun-loving people that worship the same god as they do. In fact, we never felt closer to him and our families. My adoptive parents have taught me that when I am staying in some else’s home that we inform them that we nudist. To give them a chance to either tell us we are not welcome or set the boundaries that we are not allowed to practice nudism. Your wife has already said that she didn’t care, stating if it didn’t bother us then it didn’t bother her or her family.”

She nodded that she did say that as I took several bites of my food. I waited for him to tell me that he would prefer if I and my friends didn’t. Yet he didn’t and said. “I am ok with it considering its just nudity and isn’t anything that we haven’t seen before. Even my daughters have been bathing their younger brothers most of their lives. So if you’re comfortable about doing it. I have no reason to stop you. Yet tell me, Eric, the rumors say that you and Eli are gay and have been raping young girls like my daughters.”

I said asking. “Don’t believe everything you have heard. I or my friends have never raped anyone. Sir, but let me ask you this if Eli and I were gay. Do you find odd that we be interested in having sex with girls in the first places?”

He raised a rib and pointed it at me and said. “A very good point; so the rumor that you and Eli are married to each other is just a rumor?”

I said. “No, sir that isn’t a rumor, it is true, Eli and I are married to each other, and it was an old family custom of his parents and grandparents. That if I married his sisters Rhoda being the only boy left in the family that I should marry him as well as his sister so he could look after her in the event of my death, so he and his wife could raise my children and the same goes for me.

Eli is my first husband, as Rhoda is my first wife. He married her best friend to save her and her child’s life, which was the reason I married his sister. It was arranged married, but I love him and his sister and his wife very much.” Again I peeked his interests, as we played twenty questions on how our marriage works,

He gasped when he learned that I was raised in the LDS church, yet he has only heard about the FLDS church that practices polygamy (the Fundamentalist Latter Day Saints.) Ending up giving him a quick history of both churches, which I was quite good at was history.

After he had asked all the questions about nudism and the LDS church and our beliefs; he asked about my biological family, I told him there wasn’t a lot tell, other than the fact I had lived most entire life in foster homes; again peeking his interests asking what that was like. I cringed when I said. “Some good and some bad; mostly bad ones that just looking for a quick paycheck.” He apologized stating he didn’t want to bring up bad memories if they are hard to talk about. Or why my parents felt I needed to be placed in a home in the first place.

I shrugged my shoulders and finishing my plate feeling stuffed as I counted all the bones on my plate. Feeling everyone’s eyes on me as they waited for me to give them a general idea of what my life was like. The fact that I felt I had eaten like a pig in front of them and covered in BQ sauces from my arms, face, and chest didn’t seem to bother them.

Then again I wasn’t the only one that had a huge pile of bones, corn on the cob and covered in BQ sauce. I simply answered the question. “My father and my mother at the time were physical abusing me, it was either that or they would have killed me. Perhaps you have met my father without realizing it. He works as church custodian down at the only LDS church house in town. You might have seen him riding around town on his old beat up bike?”

Mr. Larson growled. “Please tell me that isn’t your father?” I nodded and he said. “I have met the man; he is rude, arrogant and cruel. I saw him beat some boy outside on the church lawn. I stopped the car so I could stop him before he killed him. He decked me and then started to beat me as well as he ran me off with his wicked sharp belt.

“I called the police and told them about it and he denied it stating he doesn’t even have a son. When they looked for him the boy was gone, and he denied it stating it never happened. When I showed them places he had cut me with his belt buckle he called me a liar. I had no proof, except the injuries, he wasn’t wearing a belt when the cops and I arrived to look for the boy. Please tell me that boy wasn’t you?”

I said it was, and he grew very quiet and then apologized. He asked me where my father hid me I said. “The basement boiler room or his private little attic space behind a fake wall; tied up and gagged so no one could find me.”

He asked. “And your mother is she still beating you?” I shook my head he gave a sigh of relief. He looked at Ben and said. “Apparently God is giving me a chance to make up for failing your friend Eric because I didn’t do anymore then get back into my car and prayed that he was alright and now he has given me second chance to make sure that never happens again.”

I asked. “So it doesn’t bother you that we were nudist or LDS?”

He laughed. “Hell no, it’s a free country the last time I checked, but doesn’t it get a little cold around winter time here… that I question you might get frostbite.”

I smiled. “Yes, but were not nude all the time, even in the summer. We sometimes wear robes to keep the chill off, even in the nudist colony people live everyday lives like you do, some times they are nude and sometimes they are not. They go to public school and work as we do fully clothed. However, they consider it rude if they are naked and your not, it’s like an insult.

“The hardest thing I had to learn after my first real visit to a nudist colony was having a hard-on after seeing really pretty girls naked all the time. Yet I learned that they consider that a compliment. I had to get accustomed to them always wanting to share themselves, meaning always wanting sex.

“But they always ask permission if we say no, no means no.  But what boy in their right mind would turn down sex from a naked pretty girl? Or stimulation, for not only them but from boys? My adoptive parents taught me that there was nothing wrong with kissing a boy or a girl, or having sex as long as it was safe sex and there was nothing wrong with having a good penis, or sweet spot.”

Ben quickly explained my terminology as they blushed and I smiled when their mother said. “I like a good penis.”

Her daughter giggled, “Mom.”

She said. “What? It’s true; I would be lying if I didn’t. In fact when I was 15 long before I met your father, and I have had lots of sex and penis. Yet again I’d be lying if I said I never had stimulated another girl or kissed one like I do a boy.”

Ben's Dad gave a silly grin said. “Loraine darling, you never mentioned that to me before. Here I had thought I knew everything about you after 20 years of marriage.”

She said. “I was young dear in college when my roommate at the time was exploring the possibilities, and because of that I learned a lot about myself and learned how to have the best sex with several boys… I was going with at the time before I met you. So, Eric, you’re telling me that adoptive parents believe in an open marriage. Do you mean they have sex with other couples even though the LDS church believes that it is wrong to do so?”

 I said. “Yes, and it’s the same with Eli and I. We have open marriage; we ask our wives and each other first if it is ok. If they say no, then no means no. The LDS church may frown on the idea, but we believe that it none of their business. We aren’t hurting anyone, and it’s our way of sharing ourselves with each other, we believe in showing others our true feelings and we don’t hide behind masks like most people do.

“We consider people that hide behind masks of worldly things are lying to us. I have learned that it’s hard to lie to someone if you are naked. We don’t trust people that insult us by lying to us when we are sharing our true selves with them. God made us in his own image; we weren’t born with expensive clothing, cars or houses.

“We born with nothing, except his love and we believe as nudist that we should love all people. We may have the teachings of our various religions, we were taught God is love, and he wants us to treat people with respect and love. Yet the worlds we live in believe that we are immoral and corrupt because we share ourselves openly with each other. My adoptive parents have taught me this above all else that we should be honest in everything. Like I was when I said before we walked into the house that I and my husband and my friends are nudists.

“I was taught that is the polite thing to do because some people would freak out the moment they saw us walking the house in nothing but a smile. Not understanding that we weren’t doing it to shock them, or wanting to force ourselves on them. We never rape young girls or boys. We ask first before sharing ourselves, if they say no, then we obey by following their rules of modesty. So we don’t embarrass them or causing them to panic the moment they see us sharing ourselves with our friends or family.

“My mother has accepted the fact I am a nudist, but Susan and my father hates the idea, and criticizes me and my friends as well as my mother for it and my friends for the way we were taught. He and Susan would have a nuclear meltdown if they walked in this house finding all us guys without a shirt on, and barefoot, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts; calling us immoral and immodest. Even the girls and you Mrs. Larson because you are warring clothing that shows your legs, arms, and a little cleavage. Which I like very much, but then again I am 16 and a very horny boy.” She giggled and gave me a silly grin.

“My father believes that swimming and sports are the devil's work because of the fact we way we are dressed and should be band. It took me nearly most of my life to be comfortable in my own skin. My foster parents had to fight me to take off my clothes so they could bathe me or when I went to bed fully dressed. Even in the heat of summer, I wore a jacket and gloves and a hat to hide myself or any part of my skin.

“I didn’t understand the reason at first that it was because my parents didn’t want anyone to see the bruises on me. Yet every time I went home for a home visit I came back more scared that if my foster parents saw the bruise on me they would beat me for it as well. Yet they didn’t, instead, they loved me and told me that I wasn’t being immoral or immodest.

“So now my father hates me because I am a nudist because he can’t hurt me anymore. Because if he lays one finger on me, my adoptive parents and my friends will know the moment I shed my clothes, knowing that my father or my mother was responsible and demanding answers. The laws have changed since then, now my father and my mother can go to jail for beating me.

“There is no more hiding behind a mask. There are no more lies, and I am very comfortable about being in my own skin because I know that clothes hide my true self, they hide the lies, that everything is fine at home when isn’t. In truth being a nudist was the best thing that has ever happened to me. I like having sex, with girls. I like sharing myself with my family and friends. It allows me to show them how much I love them and how much they love me. It may be wrong to the world that we are this way, but is it so wrong to be loved?”

Mrs. Larson and her husband said getting up from the table. “No there is nothing wrong in wanting to be loved.” He put his arms around my shoulders and gave them a squeeze he said. “Please don’t think us rude if we are a little shy. It’s just that we aren’t used to being naked in front of other people.” I nodded and help with the dishes, while Ben’s brother and sisters worked on their homework.