Confronting My Fears

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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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It was the summer before I was to develop my first pubic fuzz. My already longer than average penis was beginning to grow still longer and thicker as well. My testicles had become much more defined within my still often tight scrotum. My orgasms were still dry, but produced a muscular spasm I relished. And, one of my subtle perversions had become more distinct and identifiable. I was more and more turned on by the idea of female domination. I wanted to be forced by girls and/or women to do things I found frightening and at the same time arousing. I wanted to challenge all the prudish taboos regarding my body, but I wanted to be forced to do it by female antagonists.

Oh, sure my more elementary experiences with other boys during mutual stimulation situations were fun, but the inner thrill of being exposed to the opposite sex, especially against my will rose to the top of the pile. Reminiscing about those days, not two or three years earlier, when my parents would force me to reveal my full self to whomever was present, I distinctly remember the more powerful embarrassment when there were non-family females present. Yeah, the full-grown women were bad enough, but if there were girls my age present it was worse, much worse.

Those jaunts on public beaches at age ten where Mom would order my suit off so I could “run down and rinse off” was perfect example of such exposures. Though I was too shy to look around as I ran to the surf and the back to the blanket, but I was sure every female eye was on me, probably male eye as well. Or, those visits to my aunt’s where all boys were expected to swim naked and girls were not. Often boys were kept naked all afternoon I’m sure to entertain neighborhood and visiting girls. Might have been okay for a five year old but certainly not nine, ten or eleven year olds.

During the years prior to my tenth birthday, my best friend Eddie and I engaged in sex play. We’d take advantage of times together to stimulate each other to the point of erections. There were always incidents of dare which challenged us to test the edge of being discovered and seen naked by other people woven into our interactions.

But the summer between sixth and seventh grade proved to be different. We both were on the cusp of puberty. Neither of us had developed pubic hair, but our penises were not only getting larger, they got harder than ever when encouraged. I found more satisfying erections could be had just thinking about being forced to exhibit my naked body and allow others some options for interaction. I was a sexual novice. I had no drive to have intercourse and oral sex was still very questionable. But being fondled or openly displayed was something I increasingly sought especially when females were involved.

As I said, Eddie and I had a lot of experience playing “doctor” with each other, but the excitement of those games had gradually proved to be much less desirable. It got to the point that we rarely sought time for such pursuits. Something else was needed to feed our erotic desires.

More so, we became more intrigued by members of the opposite sex. Curiosity and the drive to make intergender relationships were awkward additions to our eroticism. Those feelings offered little more than confusion as to the how’s and why’s.

It is important to note, that I had long been one who could be typified by extreme body shyness. I wanted to develop into the image of maleness I’d drawn in my head. In that image, real men didn’t expose much of their bodies. I hated the shorts my mother insisted I wear and would fight to maintain my privacy at the expense of comfort preferring jeans throughout the summer. I mean what manly figure in the westerns and action movies wore shorts?

From age nine or ten, I was constantly nagged by my mother about baring my legs. She, my female relatives, and even her acquaintances attempted using frequent reassuring remarks about how muscular my legs were and how nice they looked when they tanned up. These were the same women who often encouraged me to shed my shirt as well. I know now those were just attempts at maximizing my skin exposure in a healthy way. I was certain my semi-naked exhibitions were enjoyable to them.

At age six or seven I became sensitive to the congenial teasing and complimentary comments about my appendage. To this day I must admit, it was (and may still be) a little bit longer than most, but not anywhere near freakishly so. I tell you this as I truly believe the penis commentary mixed with the religious interpretations of sin combined to develop my unique road to eroticism—the fear of forced exposure.

My body shyness wasn’t reserved to home. I had a definite abhorrence for places most boys were comfortably naked—home, certain pools, summer camp and now middle school locker rooms. I was definitely shy.

Eddie and I spent many a day kicking around in the woods. Often, we’d get a rush of eroticism that dictated we strip naked while we played. In addition to the sense of total freedom one felt during those times, we enjoyed the more erotic feelings that were generated by the possibility of being discovered in our naked state. It was funny. I absolutely didn’t want to be seen wading in the stream or playing on rock formations naked, but, then again, I kind of hoped I would. I was curious as to how the people who’d stumble on these two naked boys would react and what they’d do about it.

It was on one such outings that summer I decided confront my fear of being caught naked by others, preferably females. The drive was so great, I worked on a plan to use Eddie to ensure I’d be caught and there would be no chance for me to chicken out.

The two of us hiked our way to a formation of shale cliffs, streams, and large rocks in the state park that was situated a mile from our homes. After stripping naked and playing in the cold water of that stream, we draped our naked forms over a large rock and stared upward through the trees to the sky. Eddie playfully grabbed and pulled on my flaccid penis. That might have been an invitation to play a year or two earlier, but on that day, it led to me describing my fantasy to Eddie.

I told him I liked thinking about being forced to be naked in front of girls who could do or make me do whatever they wanted. I suggested how they could tie me up, pull on my penis, stick things in my hole, spank me, put me on display for others, take pictures of me, or pull me down the road naked. I went so far as to even suggest they could take my clothes, so I had to go home naked, or even drag me home naked, tell my mother that they’d found me naked in the woods and suggest a good punishment might be to make me stay that way for a week.

Eddie thought I was crazy. At the same time, he was quick to agree that he’d love to do that to me. After a quick giggle, he offered to take my clothes and hide them so I would have to at least walk home nude. I was tempted.

I reasoned, if someone did that, I’d be seen nude and I could feasibly talk my way out of most culpability. “But I was just skinny dipping in the stream and someone took my clothes!” My parents would have mixed feelings about the skinny dipping. Predictably, my Dad especially would see that as a boy thing and he’d be quick to defend me, if Mom had a problem. She wouldn’t though. I think she’d only have been upset that my clothes were lost. What could they possibly say? I really think they’d find humor in it. In fact, they might have been somewhat relived that I was at least the victim of something that might weaken my body shyness.

Eddie asked how the girls could be included in the plan. As I continued to stare at the cirrus clouds on the blue background of the sky, I imagined various scenarios. I suggested he could ask some of the girls from our class at school if they would like to see me naked, no better yet, see and do whatever they liked while I was naked. After all, if I was going to dive in that deep, they should also be allowed to feel me too.

To get girls to participate, he could set it up so a small group of them and might offer to play a strip card game. I’d help him rig it so I’d lose.

After considering a bunch of alternative ways to fail at cards, we both decided we’d prefer something more direct and faster. Besides, I wanted the forced nudity to be forced and not the result of some game loss. It couldn’t be the results of a game loss nor a dare. Maybe Eddie could coach them to pretend to be some kind of kidnapping team and tie me up. While I was tied, they could strip me naked. Or, they could even “stumble” upon me wading naked in the stream, grab my clothes, taunt me, hide them and negotiate what I had to do to get them back. I didn’t speak it as we ran over the ideas, but if they did that, I kind of hoped I wouldn’t get them back. I kind of wanted to have to get home naked for all the world to see. I wasn’t going to plant that seed in Eddie’s head, because I really was afraid of the imagined becoming reality.

The more we talked, the more feasible it all became. The only one who’d know it was a planned thing was Eddie. The girls wouldn’t, and, more importantly, I was at least partially protected from harsh parental consequences. Like I said, my parents would most likely see such an event as more positive for me than immoral, unless the planning was divulged.

Eddie pushed my hand off my erection and began rubbing it himself. Of course, I let him.

As he stroked and strangled my woody, he suggested he’d let them put sticks up my ass and for some reason went off on allowing them to herd me by spanking me with a belt. I enjoyed the thought, but countered with them tying my wrists together and walking me, tethered and naked, to more public areas.

That whole planning session ended without resolution. I think we both kind of felt it wasn’t ever going to happen. It certainly was something I revisited that night as I lay awaked in my bed playing with my stiff penis. I was sure my modesty would prevent me from ever participating in such a scheme. But imagining it felt pretty good and kept me hard as a rock. Can’t say I didn’t want to really do it.

It must have been two weeks later that June we were off from school for the summer. Eddie and I were riding our bikes to the convenience store for Hostess cupcakes. As we rode, I asked if he remembered the planning session in the park. He laughed and said he did. We discussed the mental minutes of that meeting and laughed at the ideas we’d come up with. After purchasing the cupcakes and a couple of Cokes to wash them down, be sat on the parking lot curb to consume them. I summoned the courage to suggest we do it.

I remember Eddie getting a rather stoic stare and asking if I was serious. I reassured him I was. I could tell he was aroused by the commitment I’d made. We started going over the list of possible guest participants. We’d chosen the names of two of girls from our previous year’s sixth grade class. One of them, Judy, was obviously into pursuing me as a boyfriend. Her attention was often embarrassing, but her interest in developing a relationship with me was unmistakable. (Back then, boys were naïve to the fact that girls “matured” a year or two earlier.) Connie was a year younger, but lived next door to Eddie. She’d be an easy enlistee. She wasn’t able to sit on Eddie’s porch without tracing designs with her index finger between his knees and the hem of his shorts as they sat on the porch steps. (A sight that repulsed me and strengthened my commitment never to wear shorts.)

When he asked about what limits would be set, I was either gutsy or uncertain enough to suggest he could call the shots. Anything goes that he would condone. I even specifically and half kiddingly suggested it included making me find my way home naked. You’d have thought he’d been given the keys to the kingdom. I immediately thought maybe I shouldn’t have been so liberal as to mention that idea, but dismissed the apprehension as something he’d never do.

On that particular Wednesday, we decided to do it the following morning so I didn’t have time to lose the courage to follow through. By the time we’d finished the snack, I was definitely aroused. My penis was hard and my breathing was deep. I didn’t want to wait. I wanted to do it that afternoon. Eddie was charged with contacting the girls.

He was going to sell the plan to them by telling them he’d let them hide in the woods while he returned home to get me. They could watch us from their perch above the waterfall while he and I undressed at the pool below. He’d make sure I was naked. They were to sneak up and take command of our clothes. He, of course, would be at least partially clothed. They were to hide my clothes and refuse to return them until I’d spent time fulfilling their demands.

Just thinking about it that night was bitter sweet. I was hard as a rock and time and again dreamt of ways to call it off. Final verdict, “Hey, if you don’t want to do it, just keep your clothes on. No big deal.” But I did want it. What really scared me was what kinds of things Eddie would condone or suggest. Sure hoped he forgot about making me come home naked. How would Mom handle that? Dad would be at work.

Eddie would make them give me my clothes. He might tease like he wouldn’t, but he would. Worrying about that was ridiculous.

Another question I mulled over was, “What if the girls blab?” It’d certainly get home to Mom sooner or later. I put that to rest with the thought they’d implicate themselves if they told anyone. But you know how girls share everything. Again, I was seeking a reason to not go through with it, and this was a pretty good reason to call it off.

I considered the possibility that Eddie couldn’t invite the girls. After all the time was short. That would kill the offer and I’d never agree to do it again. Yeah, it was fun imagining it, but I’d be glad if it didn’t work out. What was I thinking to give the go-ahead in the first place?

That next morning my anxiety was mixed with anticipation. I was again experiencing opposed feelings about following through. I called Eddie’s house. I intended to call it all off. His mother told me he wasn’t home and that he’d mentioned we were going to the park. “Perhaps he’s on his way to your house.”

I knew he wasn’t on his way to our house. I knew he was getting the girls organized. It was too late to call it off, but not too late for me to refuse to participate. At that point, Eddie was the only one who’d be damaged by my withdrawl. I was to be the “innocent” victim. He was the conniver. He could claim he was pulling a prank on the girls and they’d be pissed, but no harm done.

Yeah, I was calling it all off.

Through the opened kitchen window, I heard Eddie’s bike skid to a halt in our driveway. I heard him put the kickstand down and momentarily knock on the backdoor. I yelled for him to come in and he did. The grin he had on his face was unbelievable. Mom greeted him and asked if he and I wanted something to drink. He explained we had a lot planned for down in the park and we really needed to go. Mom gave me a kiss and reminded the two of us to be careful and not to climb on the cliffs.

She did take the opportunity to point out that Eddie was wearing shorts and that I’d be much cooler if I did too. I’ll give her this, she never stopped trying. Of course, I shrugged my shoulders and told her I was fine. Little did she know what was about to befall me. Shorts might have been welcomed if I followed the plan.

I was a bit hesitant about going out to the garage to get my bike. Eddie was excited and I was, for the lack of better terms, horny. Eddie told me he sent the girls to sit above the waterfall and watch for us. He said, he was careful to tell them to remain hidden so I wouldn’t know of their presence.

We peddled to a spot three hundred yards from the waterfall. Both of us chained our bikes to the usual tree and began the trek in. On that trek, I began strangely looking forward to what I was about to do. My breathing became deeper, quicker, and my heart was beating faster in the anticipation. The only question I had on my mind was whether I could go through with it. Eddie was beside himself bouncing and excitedly suggesting he couldn’t believe what we were about to do. I stopped him and suggested I wanted to call it off. He gave weak encouragement. We continued to walk. I fought with my hesitance. I wanted to experience the domination of the girls but I didn’t want to expose myself to them.

As we walked further into the woods, another question that kept going through my head. “What has Eddie got in mind? What’s he going to guide these girls to do to me?” I had to trust my best friend wouldn’t allow anything he wouldn’t want done to him.

When we arrived at the pool, we went to what we’d dubbed the stripping rock. It was just a huge flat boulder beside the pool at the base of the fifteen or twenty foot waterfall. As we approached, I glanced up and saw Connie jump back out of sight from above. I pretended not to have seen her. Yep, they were there.

My heart was thumping as I awaited Eddie’s command to strip. He actually over did it by adding, “You need to take off everything. I want you naked.” My preference would have been just to strip like it was what we did whenever we came to that spot. Guess Eddie found some eroticism to being in-charge.

I fought with my hesitance as I began removing my clothes. Eddie stripped alongside, but went about it noticeably slower. My shoes, socks and shirt off, I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and allowed them to slip down my legs. I pulled the pants off my right leg then my left. There I stood completely undressed except for my white briefs.

Again, I saw Connie or Judy’s quick movement out of the corner of my eye. Through the heavy breathing and pounding heartbeat, there came a sudden rush of hormones. My brain was hit with a biologically driven compulsion to just get on with it. I don’t know if it was that rush of hormones or whatever, but with one push, I freed my boner and it bounced around as I quickly removed the cotton garment. I was exposed and standing so the girls had a complete frontal view if they were looking. I’d jumped the final hurdle and had a small sense of relief. As to the plan, I made no effort to cover myself. My penis was stiffer than I could ever remember. A flash of modesty hit me and led me to wade into the pool waist deep. At least I had some coverage. If they hadn’t seen it by then, they’d have to wait.

So as not to indicate any knowledge of the girls’ presence, I hollered to Eddie that the water felt good and to hurry up. He stood there still in his shorts and said he wanted to go take a pee. He climbed off the rock and went into the woods. I quietly stood in the water wondering where the girls were.

It didn’t take long for them to scurry up the stripping rock and retrieve my clothes. Hollering at them I faked my indignation and told them to leave my stuff alone. They giggled and ran off with the clothes. Eddie returned and I acted upset at what had taken place, yelling to him about what the girls had done and imploring him to retrieve my clothes.

The girls returned without my duds. Eddie acted equally taken by surprise and loudly asked where my clothes were.

Judy spoke up and told him they hid them and unless I did whatever they asked, they wouldn’t tell him where. I stayed waist deep and cupped my boy parts.

I was finally resigned to the fact the girls were going to put their agenda into action. I have to admit my level of arousal was such that I kind of looked forward to participating. To my knowledge, I hadn’t been naked in front of girls my age since I was five or six and that was under adult supervision. This was a whole different ball game (no pun intended).

Judy ordered me to come out of the water. She was very self-assured. She was in control and she knew it. Connie stood next to her giggling. I didn’t respond. I wasn’t sure I still wanted to go through with this program. But I reminded myself it was too late to bow out.

Judy reiterated her command to step out of the water. My thought at that point was the futility of not complying. I continued to cup my penis and scrotum as I waded toward the rocky shore. Both girls, and Eddie, watched intently as I moved forward. I still hear Judy’s next command ringing in my ears to this day. “Let’s see it. Move your hands.”

Eyes cast downward I slowly unwrapped my package and it sprung into view. I remember my immediate reaction to re-enclose it when one of the girls gasped, “Wow! It’s long.” As my hands moved to protect the view, Judy again ordered me to leave it alone. I complied. Embarrassed as I was, I was strangely enjoying the ordeal at the same time.

No attempt had been made to feel my penis or scrotum. It was purely a visual encounter until Eddie invited them to feel it, if they were so inclined. He didn’t have to extend the invitation twice. Both girls seemed to see his invitation to touch as an order more than an invite. Judy cupped my ball sack and then meanly grasped and twisted my penis. It really didn’t hurt, but it certainly was awkward. She must have continued manipulating it for three or four minutes until Connie whined that she wanted a turn. Eddie just watched them and gloated.

As he watched me acclimate to the situation, I kind of expected Eddie to finish stripping himself and partake in the activity. He didn’t.

A half hour later, as I lay splayed on the stripping rock, the girls seemed to be losing interest in playing with my penis. I was definitely more comfortable then than I was thirty minutes prior, but still erect. I’d long since abandoned efforts to protect my boy parts from the manipulation of the girls.

Eddie, ever the master of ceremonies, decided he’d offer some further suggestions to spice things up a bit. He asked them if they’d like to use his belt to spank me for being such a “bad boy”. Surprisingly, the girls seemed somewhat complacent. He slipped the belt from his shorts and handed it to Connie with the encouragement to “go ahead, whip him with it!”

I’ll never forget the expression on her face. It was as if she had no inclination to do such a thing and wasn’t quite sure how to do it. Really, the kid would have been just as happy to forego the experience. Even Judy was a bit questioning.

Then, Eddie, my friend Eddie, suggested they “whip his balls with it”. What the hell? He assured them I wouldn’t like it if they did. He was one hundred percent correct. Once again, my hands went into defense as I abjectly refused to allow it. Something about my adamant stance must have encouraged Judy. She grabbed the belt from Connie and deviously ordered me to move my hands. I refused.

Eddie grabbed my wrists, forced my hands from my penis and we tussled. I do remember twisting side to side as I reacted to a sudden blow I felt to my testes. I was in agony and clutched my scrotum as I rolled around. Judy had taken one swing but it was dead on target. The girls and Eddie laughed as I wretched in pain. Connie, who unlike Judy had no brothers, asked an unanswered question as to why boys hurt so much when they were hit down there. Luckily, the one hit satisfied my antagonists.

Next, Eddie returned to his original idea—that they whip my bare backside with the belt. I was regretting I’d allowed this fantasy to go so far. Connie squatted down beside me and used her hand to inflict a few glancing blows to my bare hips. That’s as far as the spanking got.

I asked where my clothes were. Judy told me I wasn’t getting them back until I’d been naked a bit longer. She wanted me to show my penis to other people by walking to where we’d parked our bikes and stand there, hands on my head, until “some cars passed by”.

I immediately got a rush of embarrassment as I imagined doing that. I wanted to because it reinvigorated my erotic feeling and caused my still erect penis to push even harder forward. At the same time, I didn’t want to and started spouting reasons that wasn’t a good idea for any of us. Things like, “What if it’s someone we know who passes? They’ll tell our parents!” Or, “What if it’s a ranger? He’ll take us all home!”

My fear of such an outcome was grounded in the thought that it would negate my only path for denying being complicit in the whole ordeal. I mean, if someone told my parents or took me to them and implicated Eddie and the girls, I’d be hard pressed to deny my role in it all. Publicly exposing me was definitely arousing, but very, very risky. Even though I’d suggested it to Eddie during the planning conversation, I had to suppress the idea from the get-go.

I think it was two hours into the whole thing that it dawned on Judy that she and Connie could be implicated as orchestrating the whole thing. It boiled down to, as Judy put it, “You’d better not tell anybody about us”. I hadn’t given any thought to doing that until she mentioned it. If I got caught, it’d be my word against theirs should I choose to fully implicate them.

Once again, my true-blue friend Eddie, came to their rescue. He told them they could twist it around and tell any parent who inquired that I planned the whole thing and he’d support them. It was a situation where, unbeknownst to them, the girls would be protected by the truth. Just suggesting he’d do that kind of pissed me off.

Let’s face it, part of being a kid and up to no good is covering your own asses. Especially those of us who were bare assed at the time.

Judy whispered something to Connie. Connie got up and left up the trail that led to the top of the waterfall. Maybe she was retrieving my clothes. I hoped so. She returned momentarily with a small pink and white backpack. I panicked thinking they were getting ready to leave without returning my things.

After fumbling around in the backpack, Judy retrieved a Polaroid camera. She pushed a button unlocking the bellows of the camera. Her intention was clear. I again grasped my then flaccid penis and covered it, insisting no pictures were to be taken. Judy grinned and mentioned the fact that she and Connie were in possession of my clothes and I’d better cooperate. Eddie, by all indications, was totally amused at the situation.

My erection quickly returned. Judy ordered me to move my hands and “spread ‘em”. I kept the cover and refused to allow pictures to be taken. She was committed to photographing me naked. I was equally committed to preventing that from happening.

She tried a diplomatic approach by correctly reminding me that there would be no way to trace the origins of the pictures. They self-developed. She was honest about her motivation telling me she just wanted to show other kids in our school what I looked like naked. Again, I was on the defensive. That whole idea was riskier than parading me around the park naked. There’d be a living record of what happened, and, if caught, would implicate me, or at the very least, suggest my cooperation. How could I explain why I hadn’t reported the whole incident to my parents the day it happened?

I was again conflicted. I wanted to allow it because of the eroticism of my private parts exposed to anyone and everyone and curiosity about seeing myself in the pictures, but hesitant because of the probable reality of being caught. My argument made Judy even more convinced she wanted to do it. Eddie negotiated a compromise to allow her to take one batch (a cassette of eight) of pictures. It was better than her taking the twenty four she came prepared to take.

I was told my “boy thing” had to be in every picture. Eddie helped pose me for the shots, all of which featured my hard penis. After taking eight shots, Judy selected one she wanted to keep and allowed both Eddie and Connie to select one for themselves. Each took one. She even offered to allow me to keep one “to remember the day”. I refused. I really wanted to burn the remaining five, but she tucked them securely into her backpack.

Just imagine how that whole thing could have turned out today in the age of cellphones and digital photography. Sharper, bigger images that could be instantly distributed to others. Guess I should be thankful.

We’d been at the whole thing for at least three hours. I begged for them to retrieve my clothes so I could get dressed. Again, Judy told me no.

It was then she started hinting about me having to find my way home nude. Again, I wanted to. I wanted to saunter down Kingsway Boulevard naked as the day I was born, hard-on swaying with each step as I fielded cat calls, comments, and honks of car horns. I wanted to, but I was completely devastated at the thought of such a thing. Oh, the dichotomy.

I argued, if she let me get dressed, I wouldn’t tell anyone she made me do all of those things. But, if I had to go home naked, I’d tell my Mom just how it had all come down. I felt confident I’d out bargained her with that threat.

Then her counter. She’d keep the photos and insist that I’d offered to do a photo session for her so she could show everybody pictures of me naked. And, she had the proof. Not only would she have the pictures, but Connie and Eddie would support her rendition.

No, no, Eddie would support me. At least I thought so.

Eddie attempted to negotiate a settlement. I’d get my jeans back, nothing else, and she’d keep the photos from my parents. She didn’t like that. She said I’d go home naked and she would keep the photos from “public” consumption.

I wanted to experience the eroticism of public exposure and the ingenuity of finding my way home naked while limiting that same exposure. It was both sexually arousing and challenging at the same time. But, how to explain it when I finally got home? I argued for my clothes again. The whole time I truly felt the girls would give in. That it was all just a game.

Then they played their trump card. “If you tell on us, Amanda (Connie’s big sister) will tell everyone we were at their house the whole morning and afternoon. She already told Connie she would and she’s supposed to be babysitting her while her mom is at work.”

She went on to explain, Amanda, was off with her boyfriend while she was supposed to be watching Connie and they both agreed to lie to protect each other. When I asked, Connie told me Amanda had no idea where she and Judy were, but she was sure Amanda would cover her own ass with the lie.

My immediate reaction? “Shit!”

Eddie was clearly amused.

I don’t know why, but Eddie stayed as the girls left. He and I scoured the area around the waterfall and pool. No clothes to be found. I asked him to ride his bike home and get me some clothes. He agreed and I felt a partial sense of relief. I sat on the stripping rock constantly vigilant for any movement or unusual sounds in case I had to make myself scarce. Luckily no one came. But two hours later, Eddie hadn’t come back. I was naked, alone and it was getting dark. I knew I was supposed to be home for dinner, but how in the hell could I do it? Not to mention, I was sure my Dad would be home shortly, if he wasn’t already.

I had to give up on Eddie. Hell, I even had to give up on getting my bike. The key to the lock was in the pocket of my jeans. I had to figure a way to make my way home naked and on foot.

Let me tell you, the eroticism of the idea of public exposure takes a backseat to the fear of being seen by anyone and everyone in the community.

Now, the problem before me was concealing myself for the mile or so journey home. It was a time of day people were returning from work and other kids were outside playing. Thankfully, the homes along the way were sizable and well landscaped. I had to chart a course that offered the cover of the neighborhood shrubs.

Ooooppps. I was startled as I tried frantically to free my bike from the chain lock which tied it to the tree. The car slowly came to a stop directly behind me. I heard the tires on the gravel, looked up to see the red beacon flashing as it circled round and round. The ranger, laughing, put his Smoky the Bear hat on as he approached.

Another verbalization I remember from that day was his initial verbiage, “What’s going on here?”

He put his arm over my shoulder and walked me to his car. He opened the back door and motioned for me to get in. As we conversed, him looking over the front seat and me covering myself in the back, I explained I was skinny dipping at the waterfall. Unexpectedly, that didn’t seem to bother him. He asked why I was naked “out here”. I told him someone had taken my clothes.

He took a paternal kind of posture, “You should never swim without a buddy. What if something happened back there?”

Like something hadn’t obviously happened. This guy was giving a safety lecture when I was expecting a sound verbal trouncing.

I didn’t dare let him know Eddie had been with me. I was sure too much information would definitely complicate the situation.

He continued, “Do you swim down there a lot?”

I admitted I’d done it before, but added most of the time with a friend.

Then the obvious, “Do you swim naked when you do? Why don’t you wear shorts or a swimsuit?”

I just shrugged my shoulders.

Then he got out of the car and opened the trunk. He walked to my bike with what turned out to be bolt cutters, and cut the chain. After putting both the tool and my bike in the trunk of the car, he rejoined me and asked the obvious, “Where to do you live?”

Problem solved. At least temporarily. I was to get home safely and unseen. As he pulled into the driveway, I was quick to note Dad’s car was in the garage. My initial thought was that of relief at being home, but really scared of the confrontation I expected as the ranger turned me over to Mom and Dad.

The ranger opened the trunk and pulled my bike out. I watched as my mother approached quickly with an extremely worried look on her face. Her initial inquiry was “What happened?”

The ranger chuckled and put her at ease. “He’s fine. Nothing to worry about.” That was followed by the story I’d told him. Dad walked out the back door and began crossing the yard to the garage. He didn’t appear to be nearly as confused or concerned as my mother.

As I sat in the backseat naked and alone, I heard Mom reiterate to Dad the story the ranger had told her. He laughed. She was on the verge of tears. Neither seemed too angry. Then Dad opened the door as I sat there covering my penis with both hands. He ordered me out of the car and made me stand naked beside the car as they both thanked the ranger for his handling of the situation. The ranger just repeated his safety recommendation that I be taught to make sure there were at least two of us when swimming was involved. Not one word about being naked.

I was released by Dad to go into the house and get cleaned up for dinner. I was sure a belt would figure into the mix, but it didn’t. Dinner was interesting though. Mom was sure I knew who took my clothes and both knew they weren’t getting an honest rendition of what happened. Mom was particularly interested in where Eddie was. She reminded me that we’d left together. I think she thought Eddie took my clothes as a practical joke.

As she pondered that scenario there was a twinge of anger in her eye. Dad? Dad just laughed at the idea.

She was determined to call Eddie’s mother and to bring him into account. I didn’t know what Eddie would tell her if she did so. The very thought he’d breakdown under questioning was preeminent in my mind. Would he be strong enough to keep it simple? Just we went swimming naked, or would he outline how it all came down.

Dad to the rescue. “Oh, just leave it alone. No one was hurt. It’s just boy stuff.” He truly was amused. “But the ranger was right. I don’t want you down there swimming or not, naked or not, without someone else with you. Saturday, your mother and I will take you down there and watch you swim naked for the afternoon. Your mother can pack a picnic lunch. You can bring Eddie too, if you want to.”

The pictures never surfaced to my knowledge. And, now, I kind of wish they had. But, on second thought, I don’t know how I’d have explained that.

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