Mental Ramblings of a Twelve Year Old Boy

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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I share with you my inner most thoughts (in italics) while I’m offered as a photographic model for my little brother’s teacher. She was putting together a photo essay for a public exhibition as a requirement for her one of her classes. I share the mental wrestling a shy boy goes through as his more than willing parents negotiate the agreement with her.

Mental Ramblings of a Twelve Year Old Boy

By, Running Bare

My mind immediately centered as I looked at my nine-year-old brother draped across the chair in the living room naked as the day he was born. When did I lose that innocence? I mean I’m only twelve, and I don’t ever remember feeling comfortable enough to be nude whenever I was told to.

Just look at his penis. So perfect. The circumcised head is well proportioned and pronounced. So cleanly separated by a slight remnant of his foreskin from the two inch shaft it crowns. That bulbous little head is beckoning to be played with. God, I want to feel his boyhood. I want to see it come alive and stick stiffly out from atop his firm preteen scrotum.

He lets me stimulate him in the privacy of our shared bedroom out of the eyeshot of Mom and Dad. When I do, he giggles and we both watch the darn thing unravel and stretch until it hardens. When it does, I continue to play with it like it’s the only toy I own. As I manipulate his erection, he silently watches with a smile that encourages my continued attention. Occasionally he interrupts me by pushing my hands out of the way, so he can feel it too.

As I rub that chubby little pecker between my palm and his pubis I am strangely compelled to bend over and take it into my mouth. The very thought repulses me, but at the same time the desire continues. What’s with that? I’ve heard stories by my friends about sucking another kid’s penis and it’s caused some curiosity on my part, but I won’t. What if he peed? If I ever did put it in my mouth, Joey would do it just to antagonize me. Even so, I can imagine the feel of its current limpness on my lips and tongue as I sucked and it became alive. I can only imagine the feel of my lips gently closed on the limp shaft as it becomes harder and hard, his glans pressing harder and harder against the roof of my mouth as the shaft unravels and gets stiffer and stiffer. The feel of is ball sack and the contents as they move in retreat from the tip of my tongue. Oh yeah, he’d pee and laugh. I know he would.

The kid is inviting from head to toe, his skin smooth and tanned, his legs well defined and firm. But, Mom’s idea of encouraging his nudity makes him stand out among his peers. None of the other mothers in our neighborhood insist on their boys’ nakedness beyond age of five or six. I even rebelled at the idea of being made a public spectacle by age six. I couldn’t handle the comments and touching that goes with being presented before others totally naked. My arguments against nudity must have embarrassed Mom, so she relented. Dad? Well, let’s just say Dad sees boyhood nudity as a stepping stone to manhood. He’s proud to show us off to other folks as if nude compliance is a show of male character.

Joey, oh Joey, he doesn’t object and still seems to revel in the attention nudity brings. I can almost hear him expounding, “Yeah, aren’t I cute? I like being naked because I get a lot of attention when I am.”

His grin is taunting. The little shit knows what I’m looking at. I’m driven. I want so much to rub that little appendage of his right now. He knows it too. He’s teasing me sticking out his tongue and making no effort to shield it from view.

Mom would be out of her gourd if she ever caught me playing with his penis. He knows it. He also knows I’m fighting temptation and that drives him to continue to taunt me.

Why is my desire so wrong when Miss Ellison, his fourth grade teacher, is coming to take him to the school so she can photograph him playing naked on the playground for an art course she’s taking? Mom says she wants to call her presentation “A Study in Boyhood Innocence” or something like that.

Guess Joey’s willingness to show his stuff is public knowledge. But still, I wonder why Joey was her “go-to” boy for this project. Maybe his willingness to be naked is better known than I thought. I’ll bet the little shit will be a bit shy when he’s naked on the playground and available for all to see. So far as I know, Mom is completely on board with it. So must Dad be.

From what I overheard, Miss Ellison is going to take him over to the school for the entire day and he’ll romp nude for every minute of it. It’s Saturday. I guess it’ll be a semi-private showing. I wonder what other kids from the school will say if they happen by. Imagine what they’d say if they got to play with him!

I’ll bet when Miss Ellison gets him to the school and orders him to walk fully exposed from the teacher’s parking lot, across the campus, to the playground his pecker will definitely come alive. I can only imagine the stiff appendage swaying back and forth and up and down as he plods toward the jungle gym. I wish I was going with them. I’d love to watch.

My penis has come alive as I’ve imagined all this. Though, like Joey’s, it too is still hairless and cleanly cut, and, from my own comparison with those of my handsome brother and agemate friends, I’m well within the norm for size. Still, I can’t bring myself to be comfortable displaying it on other people’s terms.

Joey? He doesn’t care that Mom is making him go out in public completely naked with his teacher. I don’t think he cares he’ll be seen by countless others leaving nothing about his attractive body to their imaginations. I envy that. It arouses me that he’s being instructed to do that without complaint. How does the kid do it?

Oh shit! There he goes. He knows he has to step up the taunting. He’s pinching his flaccid penis at the base and is flipping it at me. Through those glasses, his eyes are saying, “You know you want to play with it. But you caaaannnnn’tttt. Mom will have a shit fit if she catches you. Ha! Ha!”

I have to leave the room. This is just too much for me. How in the hell can I get out of here with the tent I have in front of my cutoffs? If I kind of quickly slide out of our living room, maybe I can make it to our bedroom without being detected.

As I clear the first step on my way up to the bedroom, there’s a quiet but distinct knock on the front door.

“It’s show time!” Joey’s about to display his wares to Miss Ellison. Wait until he finds out he’s going to the school naked. Maybe that’ll cool his jets. I wonder if Mom or Dad told him where she was planning on taking him? He took the news that he couldn’t wear any clothes when she picked him up pretty well, but I don’t remember them mentioning the destination. Oh, I’d love to go with them just to watch his reaction. Knowing him, though, school’s fine. I don’t think being naked in front of his peers, boys or girls, would faze him. Guess I won’t know until tonight when he shares his experience with me.

Mom yelled out for Joey to get the door. There he goes. Not a moment’s hesitation. WTF how can the kid be so comfortable answering the door while completely naked? It is Miss Ellison. I recognize her voice. He’s fully exposed standing before her at the opened door. Maybe I should continue my trek to the bedroom, but here comes Mom. I have to watch this unfold.

His teacher blurts out, “Oh, my, God. He’s beautiful!” There’s an air of unexpected delight in her tone.

Mom beams with pride. “Joey move your hands so Miss Ellison can see your penis.”

Mom was anxious to share that part of him. I’m not surprised. I remember those times she’d set me up to be naked when someone always dropped by ‘unexpectedly’. I know she anticipated their arrival and wanted it to look likes me being naked and their arrival were coincidental. I’m no fool, it wasn’t. If it was indeed an accidental coincidence, why didn’t she hurriedly usher me off to put something on? No, on those occasions she made no attempt to cover me, in fact, she forced me to stay naked and within eyeshot of her guests. Tell me again adults don’t like looking naked boys.

She put her hand on my brother’s bare shoulder looked him up and down and spoke, “Oh, yes, Joey you’re one beautiful child.” Then she addressed Mom, “I can’t tell you how thankful I am that you and Mr. Williams were willing to share him with me. I was a bit hesitant to ask if I could do this with him. You’ve got to admit it’s an awkward thing to request of a parent. How do you ask them if you can take photos of their fourth grader while he’s naked? I was afraid you’d be really suspicious of my motives. Oh, look at this boy, he’s flawless.”

Mom’s response was unexpected but not surprising, “We’re happy to do it. I wish you could take Jack too, but he’s a bit body shy. This would be a good experience for him. But, I’m sure you’d have problems with him. He’d absolutely refuse to do such a thing.”

Damned right he would. I’m not going to strip naked for anyone except maybe my friends and only if I have to fulfill a dare or for mutual exploration. Certainly wouldn’t happen for some twenty something year old teacher to photograph me, especially on, of all places, a public playground. Pictures are forever and so are peoples’ memories. No, not me!

Dad’s just come home from the hardware store. Listen to the niceties. How in the hell can he be so casual? His son is sitting there naked as a jaybird, and he’s letting the teacher take him for a day long exposure tour like that. And, he’s acting so congenial? Guess that says a lot for where we stand in the pecking order.

Miss Ellison broke from the chitchat, “I just wanted to be sure you understand what I’m doing with Joey before we leave. I’m going to spend the better part of the morning at the school playground taking shots of him on the playground equipment. Then we’re going to the state park for photos of him climbing trees and rocks and wading in the stream. It is important that you also understand chosen images will be enlarged printed and on my showing day the prints will be made available to be purchased. Proceeds from the sale will help support the art program at the College. During my presentation they’ll be projected on a big screen in the auditorium. If you have a problem with that, we can just call it off. You won’t hurt my feelings.”

Yeah right. ‘You won’t hurt my feelings.’ I bet they won’t. What if they do say no? What are you going to do? Change your subject to trees, flowers, or birds?

Being out of ear shot of the adults, I mimicked what I’d heard quietly but in my best girly voice. “You won’t hurt my feelings.”

Dad answered the teacher’s remark, “No, Joey’s got nothing any other boy doesn’t have. Everyone knows what little boys are equipped with, and if they don’t, it’s time they did. He’s a kid, forekrisake, he’ll be fine. We’re fine with it. By the way, don’t put up with any misbehavior. Use a belt if you have to.”

There it was. The pat charge to feel free to whip the fire out of our asses if we misbehave. No conversation with an adult authority would be complete without Dad’s saying something of that nature. No surprise there. My only lament is I won’t be there to enjoy it if she does. I always love hearing and/or watching when Joey gets the belt on his bare ass from Mom or Dad. Guess it’s payback. He always acknowledges his joy when I’m on the receiving end, so the feeling is mutual. But, this is his teacher. How great would that be?

Miss Ellison closed the conversation, “I’m sure he’ll be fine. He’s pretty well behaved in the classroom. Do you want to put him in shorts or something until we get where we’re going?”

Mom was quick to respond, “No, he’ll be fine. Just one less thing you’d have to keep up with. He’ll go naked, won’t you Joey?” Guess the last part was rhetorical as no response was expected from the naked nine-year old.

Obviously delighted with Mom’s response, Miss Ellison put her arm over my brother’s shoulder, “Come on, Joey. Time’s awastin’.” I heard the screen door close. I watched as my brother in nothing more than his Nikes, with his butt cheeks alternating, walked across the front lawn to Miss Ellison’s car.

Wonder if his little butt hole is clean or will he leave a skid mark on her car seat? I chuckled at the imagined response of the pretty young teacher if that were to happen.

Is the little shit hard yet? I’ll just continue watching out the window, maybe he’ll turn around so I can see it. Can’t tell. All I can see is his bare ass. Well, there they go. Now what? I know, I’ll just sit by the door to the kitchen and eavesdrop on Mom and Dad’s recap of what just took place.

Mom asked, “You going to bug spray the house today?”

What the hell, you just gave your youngest son to, for all intents and purposes, a stranger who will spend the day photographing him nude, and you talk about the chores for the day. I don’t believe it.

“I planned to, why?”

“Just asking.” After a moment’s pause, she followed, “Sure, wish we’d sent Jack too! Imagine him having to run around naked in public all day.”

Dad kind of put it on the back burner, “Maybe someday.”

“He’s twelve. He isn’t getting any younger. There aren’t many ‘somedays’ left. Once he’s been through puberty, all that shyness is pretty well locked in. Don’t you think?”

Dad again tried to end it, “Probably. But, I’ve got a lot to do today. We can talk about it later.”

I’m relieved. Whenever Dad ends a discussion like that it usually never comes up again. Dodged that bullet. But, Mom, why do you have to be so relentless...

“When that Miss Ellison brings Joey home, I think I’ll offer to let her take both of them whenever she wants to. What’d you think?”

“Whatever makes you happy. If making Jack spend a day naked with Miss Ellison makes your day, go right ahead.”

Holy shit! Where did his complacency come from? He’s telling my mother she can make me go with that good-looking young teacher and spend the day naked while she takes pictures of me. He can’t mean it. He just can’t. He’s a guy. He’s supposed to feel some empathy about such things. I have to go in there and see what they say to me.

I challenged them in an effort to stimulate the conversation, “So, whata you guys talking about?”

Mom was blatantly direct, “I was just saying to Daddy, that you should be with your brother. It’d do you a world of good to confront your modesty problem head on.”

I denied having a modesty problem. I told her it just wasn’t something people did—walking around naked all day.

Dad wasn’t much help. “She’s right. You’re still a little boy,” I hate that “little boy” b.s., “and you shouldn’t be so shy about other people seeing you naked. Modesty is something that should develop normally over the next few years. You shouldn’t have it now. You can’t even undress in front of other boys in the school locker room. Do you know how embarrassed I am, as a man, to hear my son is so body shy the coach is going to drop his physical education grade for not showering? How many other boys have that problem? It’s just not normal.”

I didn’t know the coach and he had discussed that. But, there it was. I’d been found out. I was momentarily silent as I mulled that whole statement in my head.

“Well?”

Dad looked at me for some kind of answer. It took me a moment to find the question he was expecting the answer to.

“How many?”

Oh, that one. “A few of us.” I’m not going down alone on this one. He has to know I’m not a freak about such things.

He huffed a bit and spouted his claim to fame from when he was a boy. And, how his mother used to make him strip naked in public places. And, how his parents made him swim naked. And, yada, yada, yada. I’d heard it all before. I’d even confirmed it with Grandma and Grandpa. Yeah, boys were supposed to be above modesty. Modesty was for girls.

I know it isn’t all bullshit though. I’ve seen him parade around naked without any hesitation at the public pool locker room and in the men’s gang shower at the park where we camp. In fact, most of the men didn’t seem to even be bothered by doing it. I wonder if it’s an acquired thing. Will I get that unselfconscious when I get older? Come to think about it most of the boys in those places seemed just as comfortable as their dads and uncles. Maybe it is just me. When we go to such places, I have to do it just to avoid the ridicule you would throw my way if I don’t. But, now I’m being ridiculed because the truth about my modesty was confirmed by the school P. E. teacher.

No, no, I think I must have revealed the truth on the many other occasions when either of you guys wanted me to strip publicly. When you make me bare myself in places even other men and boys usually don’t and wouldn’t—like at the beach to “go rinse off”, in front of nurses, and other kids’ mothers and sisters, in the backyard for the pool or sprinkler, among others.

Why don’t men walk around naked in those places too? Guess, there’s some kind of magic line you cross when you get older. Kinda like being sixteen to get your driver’s license, or eighteen to vote, or twenty-one to drink. Maybe that’s it. There’s a magic age when you get more comfortable being naked in front of others, but at the same time it becomes forbidden except for a few places. What’s the age when childhood nakedness turns into indecent exposure. I’m twelve. How much longer do I have to tolerate such demands? Dare I ask?

Wait a minute. As far as magical age when you gain the confidence to be exposed in front of others? Guess I am a bit weird, I still don’t like being naked in the presence of other men and boys. That generally doesn’t appear to be a problem for most, but it is for me. Mom makes me strip naked at the beach and “run down and rinse off”. I hate it. Joey doesn’t mind. But, there are no consequences from anyone when we’re forced to do it. If Dad did it, and I’m pretty sure he would, all hell would break loose. Maybe there is something to the whole age thing. It’s okay to make boys be naked, but men can’t. There must be an age when the rules change. What about the time, last year, Mom forced us to run around the backyard totally naked, playing in the sprinklers, as Aunt Tiffany and Uncle Bob got to watch and our ten-year-old girl cousins participated in their two-piece swimsuits. Didn’t want to but Dad threatened to use the belt if I didn’t do as we were told. I almost opted for the belt, but knew after getting my bare ass whipped he’d have made me go out naked as well. Better part of valor? Humor Mom’s wish and run around naked in the yard hoping the girls didn’t embarrass me too much further or grope me. They did pay a lot of attention to my penis and balls though. Kept looking at me, but then again so did my parents and aunt and uncle. How about the visits to the doctor where Mom and the nurse make me strip naked for appointments while they watch? Oh, what about the time the nurse took me out of the examining room naked and made me walk down the hall to the scales. That was not just embarrassing it was cold and weird.

You can give me all that “nobody cares what a little boy looks like” shit all you want. They all look. They all make an appraisal—butts, dicks and balls—you know they do. Women and men deny any interest, but there’s definitely an interest. Not sure whether it’s “Oh, he’s so cute!” or “How’s he hung?” or both but there is definitely an adult desire to force boys present themselves naked.

I’m twelve! When in the hell does that rules change occur? Dare I verbalize all this to my parents?

“So, how come you don’t have to walk around in front of people naked?” Shit, I don’t believe that slipped out. Was the tone I used arrogant? Sure, hope not. Is that anger in his eyes? Does he think I’m being insolent? Uh oh, Mom’s jolted to look my way.

Dad responded in a firm but undeniably perturbed tone, “After you hit puberty the rules change. When you have hair down there, the rules change. Until then, you’re fair game for being naked around others. They never change if you’re talking about when you’re with men and other boys. And, if you don’t watch that attitude, being naked won’t be the worst thing that could happen to you.”

I can tell by his tone, he’s pissed and meant every word of it. Better drop it. At least I got an answer. Pretty much what I suspected.

As was his habit, Dad put a nail in the coffin so to speak. “Maybe you’re right, Hun. Maybe he needs some time with Miss Ellison and her camera too.”

Oh, shit! What did you do? I hope he’s just saying that to scare me. You know as a punishment for the arrogant question. Surely, they wouldn’t...

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Wonder how Joey’s faring. That Miss Ellison called Mom shortly before we ate dinner last night and asked if she could keep him for another day’s photo session. Of course, Mom was quick to accommodate her. Sounded like Miss Ellison was going to buy Joey some clothes, but Mom said to just keep him naked the whole time.

Joey came home at about four o’clock that afternoon. He was still completely naked except for his Nikes. His penis was flaccid as he walked up the sidewalk to the house, so I suppose he’d gotten used to the situation. Miss Ellison followed with a big smile on her face. Yeah, I saw her admiring my brother’s bare ass as they approached.

I must admit Joey’s a cute nude and worthy of anyone’s attention. What? Look at his tan lines they’ve faded at least two or three shades. His tight little ass isn’t nearly as white as it was when he left on Saturday morning. He has spent time out in the sun.

Miss Ellison was invited to join us for dinner. Joey didn’t bother with clothes and sat at the table naked.

I envy that kid, he’s so comfortable in his own skin. Where did I go wrong?

“So, how did it go, Joey?” Dad was pretty straight forward.

“It was fun. Miss Ellison took me to the school and the park. She fixed chicken for dinner and her dog and I played. He put his nose in my butthole and licked my wiener. Miss Ellison yelled at him when he did it. Then we went back to the park today.”

“I hope he behaved himself while he was with you.” There goes the parental obligation, ask the caretaker how the kid behaved. Way to go Mom. What the hell, he overlooked the dog thing. Did he hear the part about the damned dog?

“Oh, he was fine. I had to slap his backside a few times, but nothing terrible or out of the ordinary.”

“Yeah, she had to spank me at the playground ‘cause I wouldn’t let some kids who were there touch my wiener and she said I should let them. They were only curious...”

Oh, now how is that going to go over? Bet the old man is seething inside over that one. She let other kids feel Joey’s package.

“She’s right, Joey. They were just curious about little boy parts. Didn’t hurt you a bit did it?”

Holy shit, Mom. Where in the hell is your “protective instinct”? Dad? Say something. This woman let other kids play with Joey’s junk.

“I did manage to get some of that childhood curiosity in my photos. I wanted to show how innocent it was for other girls and boys to see and actually explore his genitals. The fact that it happens a lot, but secretly, while they are his age, and even at your age Jack. Childhood genital exploration isn’t abnormal. Too bad they feel they have to hide to do it.”

What the hell? Did she just say that? And, did she just implicate me? I’ll deny it. It’ll be a lie, but I’ll deny it until the day I die. Yeah, okay some of my friends and I have diddled each other’s stuff, but my parents don’t need to know about it. But for Mom, other than our cousins, I never had to let a girl see it much less touch it, though. Only boys who are among my best friends had the privilege. Hey, maybe I’m not as body shy as everyone thinks.

“Susie Carlson pulled my wiener so hard I thought she was going to pull it off.”

Okay, Joey, I’m really loving the rehash, but in front of Mom and Dad? Think, kid, think. What, Dad damned near choked on that piece of meat as he laughed.

“She did, huh? Let me see it. Still there?”

Joey actually slid the chair back and spread his legs. His still flaccid pecker draped over his walnut sized ball sack. “Yep. Still there.”

What the hell even I have to laugh at his nonchalant response. Look at him he’s proud of the cuteness of it all.

“Miss Ellison, Jack is twelve. He could spend some time on one of Joey’s outings, if you wanted an older model.”

What the hell? Did she just say what I thought she said? Oh, hell no. I thought they were just kidding. I’m not going to go with her on one of her naked outings.

“I don’t think so.” I couldn’t help but give an indignant follow-up response to Mom’s offer.

Miss Ellison evidently picked up on my demeanor, “Oh I’m sure he’d be too embarrassed. Though I’d certainly love to have some of an older boy to show in the presentation. But, I have to get the thing together within the next three weeks. I’m sure Joey’s photos are enough.”

Okay, I heard her act like she was bowing out. Though she wouldn’t say it out loud, the real message there was, “Go ahead Mr. and Mrs. Willliams, sell me on the idea. I want to do it so badly, but I want to act like I’m not driven, even though I am. Please don’t change your mind. I’d love to have him do it.” I know that was her thinking, it was obvious. She’s manipulating them. I can sense it.

“Oh, well you’re welcome to have him next weekend or the one after if that’d give you enough time. If you took both of them, Marsha and I could get away for a couple of days.”

Dad, what the hell? You’re selling her. You want me to have to go through it, I know you do.

He patted Mom’s arm in a reassuring way.

“Well, I’m not going to lie. It’d improve my presentation to have both boys. I think we could do it next weekend and that’d give me time to sort out the photos for the presentation. But, I want to be sure Jack’s still a boy, if you know what I mean.”

Yeah, I know what you mean. But, I also don’t think I’m going to go. Boy or not. Dare I challenge her right now?

Joey was on board with the idea. “Oh boy, you mean I get to spend another weekend with Miss Ellison?”

Shut the hell up, Joey. It isn’t going to happen. I’m not going to go. Quit making it tougher to get out from under this.

“Jack stand up and pull your pants down for Miss Ellison. I want her to see if you’re too developed to be a model for her. Besides, I don’t think I’ve seen your boy parts in months and I’m a bit curious.”

“I don’t think so, Mom. There’s no reason for me to show anyone my ‘boy parts’.”

“Young man, you heard your mother stand up and pull your pants down. No, damn it, take them off.” Dad was really pissed. “I’m sick of you telling us what you’ll do and what you won’t. Get up and take off your shorts and underwear now!”

I’m going to be belligerent and refuse to do it. If I sit here long enough maybe he’ll give up.

“Oh, I don’t need to see him naked. I can just take your word for it.”

Thanks Miss Ellison, but we both know you’re just pushing it by acting disinterested. I can sense that too. You’re manipulating my parents.

Dad rose from his chair and slid his belt out of the loops. He had red in his eyes and his face was definitely that of a pissed off man. He jerked me up and took two swings at my ass with the belt.

“Now, get your clothes off. Everything. You want to challenge us. You can stand right here and take off every stitch. We won’t put up with your insolence anymore.” He yelled.

Look at her. Miss Ellison’s a bit embarrassed that she’d help unleash a volcano. Sit down again. No, Owwww, that third swat hurt. He’s still swinging the belt. He won’t stop until I comply. Okay, unbuckle your belt maybe that will pacify him. No stop. See if he had a change of heart.

“Get ‘em off!”

Nope, no change of heart. Unbutton and unzip your shorts and take your time. Miss Ellison is glued to what your doing. Hell, everyone is watching. Joey wasn’t grinning he was a bit shocked by the looks of that face. Mom was as pissed and adamant as the old man.

There’s the telltale sign the waistband of my shorts limply brushing over my knees on the way to the floor. If I take my time slipping them off it will offer a slight reprieve. Dad’s putting his belt back on, maybe I’ve had the worst of that. Guess he’s satisfied that he’s put me in motion.

“Take off your shoes and sock first, Jack.”

Thanks Mom, how many times have I heard you give those instructions? I’ll just toe my shoes off. Okay grab the toes of the socks. Wait a minute I have to get the shorts off all the way so I can raise my feet within an arm’s length to pull off the damned socks. There, they’re off. Now, just stand there. Leave the jockeys alone. Make him ask for them.

“Now your underpants.”

Mom. That was Dad’s call. Don’t be rambunctious. Oh shit, Miss Ellison is seated right beside me. She’s definitely anticipating the freeing of my now hard penis. Put your thumbs in the waistband. You might be able to delay the whole thing if you just stand there like you’re ready.

“Get ‘em off, now!”

Well there’s Dad apparently back in the coach’s chair. Just grit your teeth and do it. Oh shit, the elastic caught my stiffy. The head just slapped my stomach as it bounced back. Oh my God, it’s standing straight out. Quick cover it up.

“Put your hands down, young man.” Dad, back at it.

“Now the t-shirt.” Mom’s double-teaming Dad.

Just slip the damned shirt off. Don’t look at Miss Ellison. Look at your naked brother. No one has commented on my erection. I know they all see it. No one has said a word though. Get the damned t-shirt off. Okay. Now I’m standing here naked, with my penis at full staff. The damned knob is going to pop right off the end of it, if it gets any stiffer.

“Oh my. He’s a good-looking boy, too. You folks have really produced some handsome specimens.”

I wasn’t a “handsome specimen” before I was naked? What the hell Miss Ellison. You needed to see my boy parts before you could make that pronouncement.

“He’s all boy and a lot of it, isn’t he?”

I don’t believe you said that to my parents. And, they just sit there beaming with pride. Come on guys, she’s just made a reference to my penis and balls. Off color remark at that. Put me at ease.

“Jack, let Miss Ellison examine your penis. Spread your legs so she can feel it.”

You’re my mother! What the hell kind of order is that? Look at Dad, is he on board with that kind of thing? Oh shit, he doesn’t care. He’s just sitting there waiting for Joey’s teacher to feel my goods. Surely, this isn’t a rule I have to endure. Miss Ellison, are you going to try to act disinterested just so Mom begs you to feel my penis? Nobody’s saying anything. You better turn and let her feel it.

Oh, her touch is very gentle. Her fingers are cold. She’s squeezing the circumcised head and wiggling it back and forth. Her fingers are lightly stroking my ball sack. Something’s wrong. At first it was bad, but now it feels so good. Don’t act as though you’re enjoying it. You really aren’t you’re still embarrassed and her touch is torturous. No, it isn’t. But, yes, it’s supposed to be. Well I guess you have no more secrets from her. Oh, she released it.

“Turn around and let her take a look at your bottom.”

That’s sure as hell easier than what she just got to see and feel. What’s she doing? She’s prying my ass cheeks apart.

“He’s got such a firm and tight little backside. He’ll be perfect. I just needed to know he hadn’t begun puberty. But from the looks of his penis, it’s on the way. Isn’t it?”

She could have gone all day without making those observations, but I guess being a teacher she had to expound on her developmental knowledge.

“What’s puber... puber...”

Oh, shut up Joey.

“Puberty?” Mom helped him.

“Yeah. What is it?”

Dad took over the sex ed portion of the discussion. “It’s when young boys and girls become men and women. It’s when hair grows on different parts of their bodies, their voices change, and they grow taller more quickly. It usually happens when boys are thirteen or fourteen. Little girls generally go into puberty a year or two before little boys. It means they’re growing up.”

Shit Dad, are you going to tell him about semen and sperm and wet dreams too? I mean we learned about all that in health class at school. Nope, you stopped after that? I wonder what it will feel like when I get to shoot a wad? Can it possibly top the feeling I get when I play with myself and get a shiver so great it makes my ass rise off the bed?

“You can sit down and finish eating, Jack.” Dad directed. “No, no, don’t bother with the clothes. You can join your little brother and stay naked the rest of the evening.”

Well, there’s nothing I need to hide any more, but I’m still not comfortable being naked. I especially don’t like being naked in front of Miss Ellison. She keeps looking at my crotch. Geezzz, Miss Ellison, my eyes are up here. You’ve seen it, you’ve felt it, now leave it alone.

“I have my camera out in the car. Would you mind if I took pictures of the kids lounging around the house naked? It’d help round out the whole boyhood concept I’m trying to capture. No posing just some candid stuff.”

She’s asking my parents if she can immortalize my naked twelve-year-old body. She wants to show naked pictures of me right here in our town as some exhibition. She, if I heard her right, wants to enlarge photos of Joey, and potentially me, and sell them to anyone who wants to buy them? Maybe I can fake not feeling well, Mom would dismiss me to our bedroom and I wouldn’t have to participate in a photo session.

“I don’t feel good,” I pressed my hand against my stomach and tried my best sick facial expression. It didn’t work.

“You’re probably just nervous, but you’re just going to have to get used to it.” Thanks, Mom. “No, you can go get your camera and take as many pictures as you wish.”

Well, that didn’t take a second invite. She just jumped her ass right up from the table and headed out. So much for not being eager. What am I going to do? She’ll be back in here in just a minute and my naked body will be immortalized. Shit the door just closed. There she is. She’s fiddling with the camera. I have to find another reason to leave the situation. I know, I’ll try a school thing.

“I have homework that’s due tomorrow! I can’t do this right now.” Fingers crossed.

Mom jumped on that right away. “You told me that you did your homework when I asked you about it Saturday morning. Now, you remembered you didn’t do it?”

“Yeah, I forgot about the language arts stuff.” A lie, but I was desperate.

“It’ll just have to wait. Miss Ellison wants some photos of you and your brother. She won’t be long.”

“Oh, I can do this some other time, if he has homework to do.”

There she goes again. Denying her feelings of exuberance in an attempt to get Mom to insist.

“No. If he lied to me Saturday, he’ll just have to wait. Natural consequences. I think he’s just trying to get out of you taking pictures of his penis if you want to know the truth.” Mom, could you have been any more direct? True, but you didn’t have to say it.

What the hell? Joey’s gawking at my crotch. Yeah, it’s hard, but so is yours, Joey. It is the first time in months the kid has seen me naked and that was only for a moment. His eyes are telling. He wants to play with my package, like I do to his. I can see it in his gloating. Joey, my eyes are up here, boy. This is a bit uncomfortable.

“Let’s start with a few where they are on the couch and are acting like they’re watching the TV.”

Mom obviously needed to get the show on the road, “Boys you heard Miss Ellison. Go into the family room and sit on the couch.”

I’ll sit here, but I’m going to press my hard-on down between my legs. Ain’t no way I’m going to let her get that into her pictures. Shit, Joey, quit being so open about it. Close your legs. You’re giving them ideas.

“Jack spread your legs. You know what people want to see. Get them apart. Wide!”

Shit Mom, you did it again. You admitted people want to see this boy’s penis. That’s the whole purpose of this whole photo thing isn’t it? Dare I refuse? Dad’s not in here, but he’s only a loud verbal summons away. He’ll be pissed if he has to come in here. I’m sure the belt will figure into the situation. She’ll get to photograph me getting my ass worn out. Might as well just spread your legs. Dad’ll make you do it after he whips the fire out of my bare ass anyway.

“That’s more like it. Let me get a couple of shots of the two of them.”

That damned flash is a reminder she’s recording my boy development permanently. I wish my penis would relax. If I have to go through this at least don’t want the world to see me stiff. But I am. There goes that light again.

“Okay. Joey put your hand on your brother’s leg. Right here.” Miss Ellison put his hand on my leg not two inches from touching my pecker head.

Joey, quit gloating. You’re getting that “I’m gonna feel it look”. Better not touch me there. I can touch you, but I’m bigger and you can’t touch me there. Mom’s looking excited. I can see it in her smile. I know we’re on the way to having Joey touch my penis. There goes that flash again. I’ll just put my hand between Joey’s and my erection.

“Jack, could you put your hand to your side, please?”

Reluctantly, I moved it. “Okay, Joey, now put your hand on your brother’s penis. Just kind of playfully grab it.”

“No! I don’t want him touching me there!” Yep, I firmly rebelled.

Mom jumped in, “Young man, you need to remember who’s in-charge here. Miss Ellison wants your brother to grab your penis, then that’s what he’s going to do. Go ahead, Honey, grab hold of Jack’s penis.”

The little shit! He’s more than gloating. He’s actually chuckling. He’s got a death grip on it. Look at his face he’s got that glint of satisfaction. I think the kid’s got a feeling of justice in being able to play with my penis. There goes that flash again. She’s taking a lot of pictures of this. Hey, he’s pulling on it. More giggles.

“Joey, maybe Miss Ellison would rather you didn’t giggle and carry on in that silly way.”

“Oh, no, I want him to look like he’s having fun. I want Jack to have that annoyed look too. It kind of speaks to Jack’s modesty and Joey’s playfulness. Boys don’t look at the camera. Look at each other or the TV.”

I know if the pictures are in color, my face is beet red. This is not only humiliating, but it’s downright embarrassing.

“Okay, now let’s get you boys on the floor and you can start wrestling. I think a couple of naked boys wrestling would definitely speak to boyhood activities. Of course, next weekend we’ll have a whole lot of time for you guys to wrestle. Did you know the Greeks started the Olympics and all the boys and men played the games naked? Even the wrestling was done naked.”

Yeah, maybe so, but this is the twenty-first century and I’m not Greek. I just have to get the little shit off me. Did he just grab my balls? Yeah, he did. You hurt me down there and I swear, Joey, I pinch yours. Come on ladies that’s enough. Oh shit, Dad just came in.

“Now, that’s really entertaining. My boys wrestling around naked. Used to do that with my friends at camp. Only, at camp, the other boys were my size. I think Jack’s got the advantage here.” Dad chuckled.

Wait, did my father just tickle my ball sack in passing? He did. He tickled the back of my ball sack from behind. He just reached under my butt cheeks and tickled it. Really? I think he’s loving my embarrassment.

“I have to go to the bathroom.” I jumped up off my brother.

“Are you going to pee?”

What the hell kind of question is that Miss Ellison. What if I had to take a crap? Is that really any of your business? Better answer it. Dad’s sitting right there.

“Yeah.” I was a bit apprehensive in my response.

“I’d like to photograph you peeing. It’s something boys have such comfort doing and I think watching them point their little hoses is really cute. Come on, I’ll go with you.”

I looked to Dad and he just nodded his head to indicate I was to comply.

What the hell? I’m livid. He wants me to let her take pictures of me peeing.

As I stood before the toilet and Miss Ellison focused her camera I found myself incapable of releasing the flow. Come on just go. Don’t just stand here with your dick in your hand. She seems perturbed and impatient. Wonder if it’s the hard on or do I have a shy bladder? Relax a bit maybe the pee will start.”

“Move your hand back a little, Jack. I want as much of your penis in the picture as possible.”

Oh, how lady like. “I need as much of your dick exposed as possible”. Better move my hand or there may be consequences. Look at her sitting on the edge of the bathtub with that Nikon pointed at me. Damn, just start a trickle. I can do this. Oh, finally a dribble. Oh, there it goes. Good God, she must be taking ten shots a second. Better watch where you’re aiming. Mom gets pretty pissed if you or Joey accidently miss. “Pissed?” I guess that’s a good term under the circumstances. Shit, she’s taking pictures of me shaking it. Wonder if those last drops will show up in the photos.

Without comment I turned and left the bathroom. Miss Ellison followed. She was definitely amused at what she thought she was able to capture.

“Well, I think that’s enough for today. I’m going to hit the road. I do appreciate all that you have done to help me with this project, and,”

Wait a minute, did she just slap my ass? She did. Yeah, it was playful, but she slapped my bare ass. Mom? Dad? Did you see her? She slapped my ass.

“I look forward to next weekend. You do know the boys can wear some clothes until we get to shooting.”

“Oh no, both will be nude. They don’t need anything to wear, they’re little boys. Besides, shoes are enough for you to have to keep up with.”

No, Mom, I can keep up with my clothes. She doesn’t need to. Better not challenge her with that though. Dad’s in a mood. Keep the remark to yourself. Just go over and sit next to Joey. He’s all bunched up on the couch.

Miss Ellison left. Mom immediately entered the family room as I was rounding up my clothes.

“You said you have homework to do so go to it. Just leave your clothes off. Might as well get used to being naked. Next weekend is going to be a rude awakening for you, so a little practice might help. Besides, I think your little brother finds you being naked really entertaining. I know I do.”

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