5 Boys in the Care of Uncle Carlo

Summer 2015 -

The summer of 2015 was extremely hot in Poland. It was hard to survive in the city, but my holiday plans lied in ruins. I planned to go for two weeks with my girlfriend to the lake region, but unexpectedly she was sent by her office abroad for long three weeks. We promised each other to postpone our vacations.

A couple of days later I received a random phone call. It was a wife of my friend, who died in car accident three years before. I used to call her every Christmas and birthday with best wishes and usual chitchat, nothing special. That evening she called for help. She was a freelance landscape architecture and needed to go to another city for a week to take care of new, profitable project. She asked me to come to her house for that period to take care of her two twin sons.

Goodness! The last thing I dreamed of was taking care of two kids! But she insisted and tempted me by a forest full of native fruits and mushrooms. She knew that I like walking in the woods. I packed my bag and drove to the rural wooded region of her home. I arrived after the midnight. The home is a nice, quite big cottage-style house. She showed me the kitchen and huge fridge, which was almost empty.
- Sorry, I learned about the confirmation of the project so late that I had no time to do any shopping. You can buy whatever you and boys need, in that shop you passed by coming here. She left me quite thick envelope with money, and a sheet of paper with written instructions.
- You can use my van, it has seven seats.
- I can use my car, it’s not that big, but should be good for three of us – I said
- Oh, I didn’t tell you. My boys agreed to stay without me, but forced me to invite their  friends from Soccer. The three of them arrived one hour before you did. They are sleeping upstairs.
Nice! I was perfidiously framed in the care of five kids!
She saw my face and laughed
- Don’t worry, they are all good kids. Just do not let them question your decisions. They are told to obey your orders!
She showed me my room, a kiss on the cheek and left. I saw another car, which arrived to pick her up.

I woke up at six o’clock in the morning, as usual. I went to the kitchen hoping that she was not out of coffee. I had luck! There was a coffee machine! Still a bit bleary-eyed, I randomly pressed one button and heard the pleasant sound of a coffee grinder loaded with product, and a minute later I had my espresso. Sipping coffee I looked-out through a big window, and tried to keep calm. What has my deceased friend’s widow talked me into, watching after five young kids!  How old they are? Five, or maybe seven years old? The last time I saw them they were in diapers! My self-pity was suddenly broken by a rumble I heard from upstairs. I rushed into my room, as I was in just skivvies!

When dressed in shorts and a polo shirt, I emerged from my room to see… five teen boys!
- Good morning Uncle Carlo!
- Hi guys! – I answered surveying this group of young fellows.
- You boys have grown up a bit. Last time I saw you,  you were kids were in diapers. Now I see nice, handsome teenagers. They laughed and said
- No, we don’t use diapers since some time. We are fourteen. Mark and Andrew introduced to me their friends Richard, Paul and Dominik. All of them had briefs only and I eventually I got a good look at each of them. Fuck! They looked sixteen years old, well built and really handsome.

- There is nothing to eat, we have to go shopping. Be ready in five minutes – I said.
Waiting for the boys, I cleaned my coffee cup and stepped on something laying on floor close to washing machine. I picked up a boy’s sock, which most probably missed the laundry. The sock had unmistakably evidence of boy’s sexual activity! I throw it into the washing machine and me and the boys left for shopping.
The town’s only shop, half an hour away, wasn’t big, but well stocked with a good variety of needs the rural community might need.

The boys made wise decisions for healthy meals, yet I noticed the cart still included delicious yeast rolls filled with chocolate pudding, and five carefully hidden candy bars in the bottom of the grocery pile. I paid for the whole lot, and we headed to the van. As they were loading the bags, I excused myself a moment, and returned to the shop. I had noticed something in the corner of my eye. I bought ten small soft towels, meant for cleaning car windows. They cost almost nothing. I bagged them and returned to the van of the young gentlemen, all quietly munching on those chocolate yeast rolls. I questioned if the junk-food was to serve as breakfast. All five voices objected, one added that they would cook and eat whatever food I selected to serve on the breakfast plate, joined by the remaining four in agreement.

The sandy road toward the house, led us close to a small lake. Boys convinced me to stop there. They jumped out of the van, pulled their t-shirts and shorts and run into the water in briefs only. For first fifty meters the water was shallow, up to their knees. For more than half an hour, the boys were fooling-about, splashing water at each other and wrestling. I watched them and remember times when I was their age and played with my friends, the only difference that back then we were then totally nude. I was curious if those boys ever skinny dipped. The answer I got later.

They left the water and without any shame pulled down their briefs, squeezed out the water, put on the shorts and huddled around me
- Can we go home for breakfast, uncle Carlo? We are really hungry!
I was amazed watching five fourteen year old boys preparing their breakfast. They worked the kitchen like experienced cooks! The sandwiches and scrambled eggs with ham and tomatoes were delicious.
- How came that five young boys move in a kitchen like professional cooks? – I asked.
- Five times we were all together at scout camps and all boys have to take a turn working in the kitchen. Next month we are going again for two weeks – answered Dominik.
- You like those camps?
- Oh yeah! It’s boys only camp, located in forest close to the lake and we have a lot of fun there – said Mark.
- Also we learn there many things, like open water swimming, volleyball, how to set up tents, build a bonfire, with baked potatoes and sausage buried under stones in foil.
- Most of the time us boys go skinny dipping there – added Andrew.
- I never was at scout’s camp, but with a bunch of my friends we skinny dipped too – I said.
- Uncle Carlo, what for you bought so many rags? – asked Mark pulling out my towelettes from the bag.

- OK. boys. I bought them for all of you. Your Mom’s may not have a clue, but I know what a causes a smelly wet sock. So no more sticky socks, stained bed sheets, or any other signs of your wanking on the floor or furniture. Use those rags, which you have to wash yourself. I looked at the boys with a confident grin on my face. Firstly they flushed red faces, later lower their eyes and kept silent.
- Come on, boys! I was teenager like you are and, all my friends wanked several times a day. It’s absolute normal. Just think about your mother. Perhaps she knows you are jerking off, but it’s not so pleasant for her to touch your stinky and sticking socks or bed sheets, while putting them into the washing machine.

- How would you know, about our mother?
I told them about dirty sock I found that morning.
- Did you watch a porn, when you were young, Mister Carlo? – asked Richard
-First, if you wish you all can call me just Carlo. Uncle makes me feel very old – I smiled.
- Secondly, when I was at your age there was no Internet, computer, even video, and no any sex shop in Poland. It was hard times for young boys. I was lucky, because I smuggled one, a fifteen minute porn movie on 8 mm tape. All my friends wanted to see it and we jerked off like mad watching it.
- You mean that you jerked together? – asked Paul.
- Of course. Don’t tell me that you never jerked together watching porn on your computer.
- We did – admitted Mark with a low voice – we spoke on live cam with nice girl who showed us her tits and wanted to see our dicks. But suddenly she broke off. We were so excited that we wanked to the black monitor. It was a year ago. Since then we wank together some times.

 And now, what you want to do today, except wanking? – I pointed to the huge tent on Paul’s shorts. Boys laughed loudly and asked me to take them back to the lake again soon.
- It’s so hot, that there is nothing else we could do, just cooling-off in the water.

I agreed to take them again. As I felt it would be a good way for those guys to burn some of their youthful energy.

In the next morning, I noticed in the upstairs bathroom, there were a collection of the white towels. Each had been rinsed and hung to dry on towel hooks or along the edge of the tub. However there was not one stray sock around the entire place. This morning I treated the boys to my breakfast specialty of crepes with fresh fruits and cream. Andrew entered into negotiations with me for returning to the lake today. I said that we could do that on the condition they clean up the kitchen, since I had cooked, they could do that task. The boys all nodded as they gulped down their last few bites, and immediately cleared all the dishes and each took a station to; clear,  wash wipe, sweep or put away.

I proceeded to my guest room to put on my swim suit and an over-shirt, and met them at the van, with the boys already waiting to go.

We spent four hours on the lake, swimming and resting on grass. But after about 2 hours I found a shade tree and decided to lounge and dry off some. I also don’t like to be exposed to the sun for long periods, so half sleeping, half observing boys. I allowed them to have fun splashing and shoving each other about. I suppose the boys games became a little boring since Mark approached me and asked,
 - Do you mind we strip naked?  – If you want, you can skinny deep too.

- No, I don’t mind you guys to be naked, and no, I will not strip naked. I don’t have any modesty about you seeing me naked, but being an adult man and kind of your foster-father, I won’t do it. But you guys do not have to worry about me, do what you want.
 Mark turned to the shore, let out a raucous yell, stripped off his undies and ran into the water. Each boy took a turn to do a sillier yell, stripping off their undies then hurling themselves into the lake.
I had a wonderful view of five young boys with slim nice bodies, absolutely shameless, fooling naked around, wrestling and taking a sun bath close to me. We missed our lunch, so after returning I made a big portion of pizza, which they liked very much.

Over the next days we spent most of a time at the lake. I occasionally took walks in the forest while the boys slept late in the mornings. I placed some fresh picked fruit n the bowl each morning. The were keen to grab a piece, as they gathered for breakfast or lunch. Mark and Andrew felt at ease with me as the house master, after showers they walked from the bathroom to their bedroom completely naked. The other boys were no longer embarrassed any more of me and were usually wearing almost nothing, eating breakfast, going to the lake or resting in the large garden.

 They asked me a lot of questions about puberty, experimenting and girls. Hearing my honest answers, they lost any shame left and asked more and more. We had some fun when all five boys were sitting on a big coach, and asking questions. I regaled a few stories of my youth, they were all excited with my stories. Some got huge boners. They laughed at each other, and even teased by foolishly slapping any guy’s obvious boner tents.

Every evening taking the shower I had to ease myself, later I had to go to toilet twice a day.

When my friend asked me to take care of her two sons, I wasn’t happy at all.
But I never regretted those two weeks spent with her sons and their young friends.

Carlo