Germ

Germ 6

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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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[Germ, Chapter 6
[A boy must serve as life model for art class

ZAP! Right in Your Weenie
[Alpenhorn 2019]

1.

[Meredith’s POV]

After school one day, I see Germ and Tommy in the schoolyard talking. So I go over and greet them. It turns out they were talking about (guess what) Germ posing naked next Wednesday.

“Germ will be an old hand, now,” I say with a smile.

Germ smiles back. Great smile.

“I hope I don’t embarrass myself,” he says.

Germ goes on: “Tommy was just saying—”

“Don't tell her that!” Tommy interrupts.

“Oh,” Germ says. “Yes, I guess it is sort of private.”

Tommy scolds: “Germ, you have a big mouth. Of course it’s private!”

Sally is another of the painters. She sees us talking there and comes to join us. Here we are, kids from four different social groups, all talking to each other. All it takes is some topic we are all interested in.

“You know,” I say. “There are two weeks in the term after Germ finishes posing. I wonder what we will do in art then?”

“Probably just work on finishing the paintings we started,” Tommy guesses.

Sally says: “I dreamed about you last night, Germ.”

“What was it?” he asks.

“Well, not really you. It was Prometheus chained to a mountaintop like my painting. But somehow it was also you, Germ. You looked at me and said ‘Hi’. Anyway, you were chained there naked on the mountaintop. Your boner was sticking way up at the top. It was longer than in real life.”

Sally pauses. “Sorry, Germ.”

“Don’t worry,” Germ replies. “After all, Tommy and Meredith certainly know how long it is!”

Germ is smiling at me. I smile back.

Sally continues: “In my dream I thought to myself, it looks like a lightning rod. Then—the way dream ideas always seem to come true—there was Zeus in the storm clouds. He threw a lightning bolt. ZAP! Right onto your weenie. I woke up.”

“Ouch!” says Germ, laughing. “It hurts just hearing about it!”

Here I am, in the schoolyard, talking to a deliciously cute boy about his erection! A few weeks ago I could not even have dreamed this would happen.

Don’t stare! (I warn myself.) It is obvious that Germ’s prick is getting stiff. His shorts may be loose-fitting, but it is easy to see what is happening in there. Tommy, Sally, and I can scarcely keep from bursting out in laughter. After fidgeting a bit, Germ takes off his backpack and holds over his crotch. Tommy is talking, but loses his train of thought.

As Germ walks away, the three of us just grin at each other.

Speaking quietly so that Germ would not hear, I remark, “I guess we are all eager for art on Wednesday.” Tommy and Sally just nod.

2.

[Tommy’s POV]

When I arrive for art, I am all jazzed up. I realize that I really want to see Germ naked again!

There is the platform. The “Parallel Bar” used in gymnastics is in place. The height had been adjusted so that it would be the fence.

But there is no screen. Germ is just standing there, in his usual clothes. Mr Elwin gives us our instructions.

We go to get our art equipment. And Germ just undresses right there in full view. Why not? (I ask myself). He needs no screen with us!

Germ stands on the platform. Nude. With feet apart. Elbows on the “fence”. I set up my easel in front of Germ, a bit to one side. I set up as close as I dare to get, without feeling like a perv. Sally sets up even closer, directly in front of Germ.

Mr Elwin turns off half the ceiling lights—he has done that sometimes in the past, too. This way we get better shadows for painting.

Germ has no hard-on this time. Just normal. His balls hang down. His doohickey is so short it does not even reach as far down as his balls do.

Germ is not circumcised. But looking carefully I can see where the head is, inside the skin. And the shaft between his body and the head is pretty short. No bigger than the head itself.

I am relieved. I think his is actually shorter than mine!

What should I paint? I raise my hand, and Mr Elwin comes over.

“Is it okay if I paint just his private parts? Maybe with a plain black background? I want to try to get the painting as accurate and detailed as I can.”

Mr Elwin looks at me a bit strangely. “Okay, I don’t see why not.”

So that is what I try to do.

The end of Germ’s doohickey—the part beyond the head—slants to the side. Around the opening I see wrinkles and frills. Something I will paint carefully.

If the opening is not dead ahead, what happens when he pees? Off center?

3.

[Tommy’s POV]

After a while, something strange happens.

Germ turns his eyes to one side.

Germ: “Hi, Meredith” We are all surprised. Normally, the model remains quiet.

Meredith: “Mr Elwin,” she calls, “is it okay for the model to talk to the painters?”

Mr Elwin: “Well, the painters certainly should not address the model. But if the model wants to talk to a painter, that should be allowed. Of course if a painter does not want to talk to the model, she can just say, ‘Let us not talk now, so I can paint’.”

Meredith: “Okay, Germ. What are you thinking?”

Germ: “Do you like these art sessions?”

Meredith: “Of course I do. Very much. Especially with the extras that you add to them.”

Germ: “I’m glad.”

Germ: “Miles?”

Miles: “Yes, Germ?”

Germ: “You seem to be intently painting.”

Miles: “Oh, yes. I certainly am. But it is kind of awkward talking to you when you are naked.”

Germ: “Why? I could understand it may be awkward for me. But you?”

Miles: “I don’t know. Just awkward.”

Eve, Karen, Mary: “Yes. It is.”

Germ: “Well, how about a hint? When you talk to me, look up here at my face. Not down there at my dick.”

Miles: “Yes, of course, sorry. That makes sense. So, please, let me just paint now, because I have to look down there.”

Germ: “Hey, Sally.”

Sally: “Yes, Germ?”

Germ: “It looks like you chose the closest spot. And lowered your easel.”

Sally: “Um. True.”

Germ: “So are you painting my dick that carefully?”

Sally: “Actually, no. I am working on your quadriceps.”

Germ: “My quadriceps?”

Sally: “Thigh muscles. My Dad is a doctor; I sometimes think I will be one, too. So I have been doing some research on anatomy. In particular, muscles. In past weeks I have already painted your great six-pack abs. Your arms are good, too.”

Germ: “That’s because I keep in shape for athletics.”

Sally: “Remember a couple of weeks ago you posed shirtless as a pirate? Unlike the other kids, I set my easel behind you, and painted your muscular back.”

Germ: “I understand.”

Eve: “Germ, how do you get those arm muscles, anyway?”

Germ: “My biceps?” Germ flexes one of his arms, showing the bulge of biceps.

Mr Elwin: “Jeremy! Keep in position.”

Germ: “These arms come from lifting weights. I do it twice a week.”

Eve: “Do you lift weights in the nude?” Laughter

Germ: “No.”

Eve: “Do you sleep in the nude?” Louder laughter

Germ: “Certainly not. I share a bedroom with my little brother. If I slept in the nude, he would go bonkers.”

Me: “Do you hang around nude in the locker room after baseball games?” Something I used to imagine.

Germ: “No! Our team has both boys and girls.”

Miles: “Do you go skinny dipping in the woods?”

Germ: “No.”

Miles: “I know a good place to do it!”

Germ: “If I went swimming with you in the woods, you can be sure my little brother would come, too. You do not want that!”

Germ: “Look. Before I became the model for this group, I didn’t do anything at all in the nude (well, except showering). And, besides—as you know from painting me—I have pale skin. So I have to cover up when I am in the sun.” He looks around.

Germ: “In fact, those of you in this room know my dick better than anyone else in the world.”

When he says this, Germ uses two fingers and waves his doohickey at us. Some of the girls squeak.

Mr Elwin: “Jeremy, back to your pose!”

Eve: “Believe me, Germ. I am grateful for what you are doing. And I am sure the others are too.” Murmurs of agreement.

Eve: “Before this, I never saw a naked boy—ever. And now I know what naked boys look like!”

Germ: “Well, Eve. You should not assume all naked boys have dicks that look the same.”

Germ turns to me.

Germ: “Isn’t that right, Tommy?”

Me: “Um, what?”

Germ: “You were worried last week that your dick would not measure up to mine.”

Me: “Well. Maybe.” I asked him not to tell that! He’s a big blabber-mouth.

Germ: “But now you see that my dick is so small that you easily beat it.”

Me: “I didn't say that!”

Germ: “Eve, before you think all boys look like this,” he looks downward toward his dick, “you should look up ‘circumcision’ on line.”

My face flushes when Germ says that. I wonder if Eve notices?

4.

[Sally’s POV]

My painting comes out pretty good. Germ’s quadriceps. And—not the main point of course—Germ’s private parts, too.

At the end of the time, we put our things away. And then come back to gather around Germ, who is of course still nude. I wonder how many of us remember where to look when we talk to him...

“Next week,” says Mr Elwin, “the last pose, Anal.”

Great, (I say to myself). Sphincter muscles. I never thought of painting that!

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