Mental Ramblings of a Twelve Year Old Boy

Mental Ramblings of a Twelve Year Old Boy 3

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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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Mental Ramblings of a Twelve Year Old Boy – Part 3

By, Running Bare

Oh shit! We’re at the hiking trail parking area. Guess it could be worse there are only three cars parked here. Chances are we’re going to bump into some of these other people before we leave.

“Okay everybody out! Amanda, Molly, you and the boys need to go stand by that bench at the start of the trial. Amanda grab Joey’s clothes bag and bring it along. I’ll be right behind you. I have to get the camera gear in order.”

Reluctantly and without covering Joey and I tagged along behind the girls.

Sure hope nobody comes while we’re waiting on Miss Ellison.

Nobody did.

“Okay let’s go up the trail to the stream. I can get a tripod set up if we find the right place. Oh wait! Girls go over to the restrooms there and change into your swimsuits. We’ll wait here.”

WTF, ‘girls go change into your swimsuits’? She doesn’t give a shit that my brother and I are nude and expected to stay so the whole time we’re here. Look at Joey. Not a care in the world. He’s standing there, staring off into the woods and twisting and pulling on his dick. Oh, of course, there’s the click of Miss Ellison’s camera. The moment’s not lost on her. It is kind of inviting—a nine-year-old in deep thought as he stimulates himself. At least she’s concentrating on him, not me.

Why am I so hypervigilant? Nobody’s gonna come while we’re standing here. At least I sure hope not. Sure wish the girls would hurry up so we could get some cover in the woods. What the hell is taking them so long? Why don’t you go stand by that big boulder? If you face it about all anyone will see is your bare ass. I hate that too, but everybody’s got one. It’s not as bad as them staring at your penis.

Why are boys’ penises such an attention draw? Adult women all say every little boy has the same equipment so they shouldn’t be so shy. Wish I had a dollar for each time Mom, Grandma, or their friends uttered those words. After all, little girls are pretty much the same too when it comes to their bodies. In fact, even more so. That’s it, penises are interesting and they’re right out there where they can be seen, touched, measured and whatever. Girls mounds are never changing. Boys’ penises get hard. Maybe that’s it. Stiffies! Or, is it ball sacks? Oh shit, that’s what Grandma meant when she told me ‘God put boy’s parts on their fronts where everyone could enjoy them. If he wanted them not to be flaunted he’d have hidden them like he did for little girls’.

Oh, here they come. Finally! Now let’s get into the woods before someone else comes by.

“Let’s go boys. Jack, you lead the way. Remember where your hands belong.”

Yeah, Miss Ellison, I remember my hands have to be at my sides so my penis is always exposed. How in the hell could I forget?

Wow, we made it to a quiet pool in the stream. It’s pretty well off the trail, so maybe Joey and I only have to concern ourselves with Molly, Amanda, and Miss Ellison’s camera. Look at her putting up that tripod.

“You kids just go play in the water while I get things together.”

Wade out into the pool. I wonder how deep it is. It sure as hell is cold. Gonna get ‘shrinkage’ for sure. Yikes the cold water just touched the bottom of my ball sack. Shit!!! Molly you could have played all day without splashing me. Move deeper. It only comes to the top of your penis. Squat down. There you go I’m covered. I’ll just stay out here the whole time. Look at my brother, he’s in a splash contest with both girls. That’s okay, they’re leaving me alone. God, this water is freezing. Don’t know how long I can stand it.

Wait. Did I hear voices? Shit, are there people coming? Why would they be off the trail? I did hear voices. There they are breaking through the wood line. Squat deeper they’re looking at the other three.

“You kids having fun?” One of the two elderly ladies shouted.

“Hi!” Miss Ellison drew their attention.

“Oh, I love seeing naked little boys in swimming holes. Guess it’s our generation. How about the older boy? He naked too?”

Miss Ellison was quick to answer, “Why yes, yes he is. I make the boys swim nude. The girls are entertained by it too.”

“You never get used to the cuteness of naked boys. You girls will enjoy seeing them naked til the day you die.” The female senior looked out at me. “Young man, stand up and walk over here. I’d love to see your package.”

Did I hear her right? Did she just admit being interested in seeing my junk? So much for Mom and Dad’s argument that women aren’t into at least looking at naked young boys. Sure as hell doesn’t seem so, now does it? Act like you didn’t hear her. Just kind of drift around out here and keep everything covered. Maybe she’ll back off.

“Jack, did you hear this nice lady? Come over here so she can see your penis.”

What now? Try begging off. Tell her you don’t want to. No, that might lead to getting your ass whipped. Look everyone is staring at you. Even Joey and the girls. They’re waiting to see what I do. Or, maybe what the old ladies will do.

“Jack did you hear me? Get out of the water so these nice ladies can see your boy parts.”

Ahhh, there it is, “so the nice ladies can see your boy parts”, the proof that puts the error of Mom and Dad’s contention to rest. You know you’re licked. Slowly wade to the shallows. Maybe they’ll be satisfied with a look. Maybe there won’t be an up close and personal touch inspection involved.

“Oh my God, he’s beautiful! What’s his name? Jack?”

They’re all staring at me. I don’t know why. That cold water did the trick. Shrinkage. Not much bigger than Joey’s.

Then the more outspoken of the old women startled me with a command, “Jack go ahead and play with it. You know make it go stiff. Play with yourself.” The other old lady gave her a playful punch to her shoulder.

WTF? Shit, talk about direct. She’s older than my Grandma and she wants to watch me fondle myself. Really, women are immune to enjoying young boys’ bodies? Really?

Miss Ellison pushed. “Jack you heard the nice lady play with your penis for a bit. Might make some good photo images for me and it’ll entertain them too. Won’t it, ladies?”

Oh great, now it’s by popular demand. Now that Ellison is enjoined, I’m going to have to do it. Just pull on it for a few times and stop. Maybe that’ll satisfy them. Wait. I haven’t even touched it, and it’s popping up all by itself. Guess the cold induced shrinkage has given way to sexual excitement.

“It’s okay if it wants to straighten itself out. I still want to see you play with it. Unless, of course, your big sister here objects. Wilma, just look at the size of it. How old are you, Jack?”

Ignore the question. Just cup your hands around your penis. Don’t look at them.

“Jack the nice lady just asked you a question.”

Now you have to acknowledge her. Ellison is on your case. Pretend you didn’t hear her. Make her repeat.

“I asked how old you were.”

“I just turned twelve.”

“Well, you’re certainly what we would call ‘well hung’ for a kid without hair down there. What do you think Wilma?”

I think Wilma is almost as embarrassed as I am. She only takes quick glimpses at my lower extremities. Come on, Wilma, get your old friend here to leave me alone. I think the hiking trail is beckoning, Wilma. Please get her to walk away. I’m getting tired of batting and twisting my erection to amuse her. Oh, my mistake, not just her. Miss Ellison here must have taken thirty or forty shots with her Nikon.

Ooohhh, Wilma I’m disappointed in you. Is that a cellphone you’ve pulled out of your backpack? Come on lady, you were looking so embarrassed. How’d you go to being so brash all of a sudden. Yeah, she’s actually videoing me as I play with myself.

“Our bridge group is going to really enjoy this. Next best thing to being here.”

Oh Wilma. Am I that bad at judging character? Who’d have thought it?

“Aunt Karen, can I take pictures of these guys with my cellphone. I mean naked pictures of them?”

Amanda just thought of that? Now she wants to be a budding photographer with Joey and me as her subjects. What next?

“I guess so. I don’t see any harm in it. They’re in their natural surroundings. Go ahead, Amanda, click away.”

After ten or fifteen minutes of amusement following the self-molestation series, the old ladies resumed their trek. Miss Ellison shouted to us, “Okay, you kids go back to playing or whatever. I need these photos to be candid.”

The rest of the day at the park was uneventful from the stranger point of view. No more surprise visits.

The girls have started leaving our balls and penises alone. I guess they’re becoming accustomed to us being naked.

Miss Ellison burned through SD cards like they were a dime a dozen. Her Nikon really got a workout.

Late that afternoon, we’d dropped the girls off and headed to Miss Ellison’s apartment, I was quick to fade off to sleep. I’d long since dropped my guardedness or sheer exhaustion had taken its toll.

What the hell????

I was awakened with some lady’s head buried in my crotch, nudging my testicles with her nose.

“I just love the smell of little boys’ balls. You know, the only smell that comes close for me is puppy breath.”

She continued to nuzzle my genitals until I pushed her head off my crotch.

“Oh, don’t be so stingy. I wasn’t going to hurt you. Maybe some licks or a little suck but I wasn’t going to hurt you.”

My hands continued to enclose my balls and now hardened penis.

Who is this woman? Miss Ellison must know. She’s standing right there laughing at the whole thing.

Miss Ellison stopped her giggles long enough to try to offer a sacrificial lamb, “Melinda why don’t you lick, smell or suck the little guy over there. Joey won’t care if you smell or taste him. Just tell him to get undressed.”

“Karen, do I look like a cougar? That little guy is a bit too young. And, besides, his package is hardly more than a snack compared to this handsome young hunk.” She actually slapped my butt cheek. Not hard, but she slapped it.

Shit, Joey’s only a couple of years younger than I am. What the hell is a cougar? Why are my boy parts more inviting than his? Well, I guess it’s that my penis is much longer. Maybe my balls are a bit larger. But, hey lady take the snack and leave the main course alone. Don’t laugh at your own cleverness this impending danger is still eyeing your crotch.

“Jack, put your hands down and spread your legs. Miss Simmons likes your penis. Let her see what you’ve got. You have been told about covering time and again. Next time it’s the belt. Move them now and let her tickle it.”

I wonder if she’d really hit me with that belt? She’s threatened me at least five or six times. I won’t chance it. She said she’d whip my package too if she does. That’d have to hurt. Move the hands and let this ‘Miss Simmons’ play with it. Pretty sure Ellison won’t let her do anything to hurt me. Let the lady have her fun.

I moved my hands and allowed the stranger to spread my knees wide. My penis stood up hard as a rock. Joey and the girls giggled and watched. Slowly and softly Miss Ellison’s friend massaged my ball sack. Then she grabbed my penis and put it in a strangle hold.

So far it feels okay. I hate it, but I love it.

“What do you kids think I should do with Jack’s penis?”

Molly didn’t hold back her hidden sadistic side, “Pull it off. Pull it so hard it hurts him.”

She’s kidding but yelling such things could prompt this new lady to try.

“Oh, Honey, we don’t want to do that to such a handsome boy. We want him to keep it on so we can enjoy it whenever we want. If we pull it off, then he won’t be as pretty as he is and what would we do with his thingy here?” She flicked my glans with her index finger.”

Really not surprising, but a relief none the less to hear that response. Wonder what kind of problem she’d have with my parents if she ever did such a thing.

Miss Ellison in her best teacher voice explained, “Molly, we aren’t going to hurt him or any other boys. We are going to just strip them naked and make them stay that way for as long as we want. See, most boys don’t like other people seeing them naked and they really don’t like having other people touch them in their boy areas.”

“I don’t mind being naked!”

Joey, you little shit, quit being so cooperative. I mind being naked and you saying that keeps the whole naked thing alive. Shut the fuck up! God, I want to shout that at him. The kid’s too eager to strut his stuff. Look at him, he gets to wear shorts and t-shirts and I’m the one who has to be naked.

“We know Joey. Why don’t you take off your clothes? We could all use a good dose of seeing you naked, too. Besides, Miss Simmons hasn’t seen your little boy parts. Has she?”

I’m surprised it took her directive to get the kid to strip. I don’t think the last part of her remark was out of her mouth before he was naked and had his hard, little appendage thrust toward Miss Simmons. He’s looking to have her feel it. Maybe it’ll take her attention off mine.

“Oh, how cute. You want me to feel yours too, Baby? Okay, Miss Melinda will rub it for you.” She slapped my hip and muttered, “Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be back to you.”

I’m not surprised.

“You girls keep him warmed up for me. You know keep his boy thingy hard, while I work on the little guy.”

Amanda didn’t need any further invite. Nor did Molly. “Me first. I was here first. Let me feel it!” Molly was frustrated. “Aunt Karen, I was here first and Amanda won’t let me...” She tried to force her sister’s engulfing hand off my penis. “She won’t let me feel his dick!”

Miss Ellison shouted her judgement, “Let Amanda play for a few minutes and then you can have another turn.”

The hard pulling stopped. That kind of gives me a little sense of security. Amanda has been down there before and she never hurt me, but it still is embarrassing letting her do pretty much what she wants. It’s really troubling to think about, but it feels so good to have her rubbing and playing with my junk. I’m confused. Is it bad or good?

Miss Ellison has that damned camera again and is clicking away at both my situation and Joey’s. It’s the first time she’s taken pictures of our packages being ‘played with’. She can’t possibly show those to anyone. Can she? Mom and Dad won’t care, but where is the line about indecent?

“Amanda, put your nose right down on his balls. Like this, Honey.” Miss Simmons snuggled her nose into Joey’s ball sack and wiggled her head to demonstrate.

“I don’t want to put my face down there. That’s kinda gross.” Amanda was hesitant.

Miss Ellison was quick to encourage her niece. She was one step ahead of Molly’s remark, “I’ll do it! Let me do it!”

“No, Molly, let your sister do it!”

Oh shit, Amanda’s doing it. I feel her nose wiggling back and forth at the base of my penis. It doesn’t hurt. It’s just weird.

Miss Simmons then further encouraged, “Smell that little boy musk?”

“What’s musk?” You could tell Molly was a bit put out by being put out.

“It’s just a special smell you can’t find anywhere else. It’s the smell of little boys. They all smell pretty much the same. Here, you do Joey’s.” Melinda moved out of the way.

Half satisfied, Molly would not be denied. Her face was buried in my brother’s crotch without hesitation. She lifted her head momentarily and shouted, “Yeah, I smell it.” Her head went back down.

Miss Ellison continued the photo taking.

Good, God, Miss Ellison do you need to be that close. You can’t be a foot from Amanda’s face. I can’t complain, I’m liking this smelling thing. Is it okay for me to like it? It has to be wrong.

“Hey, Amanda, give it a break, Honey.” Miss Melinda coached.

When Amanda came up for air, it got a bit more gross.

“Didn’t you want to lick his bag when you smelled that? Kinda makes you want to suck on his peepee like a lollipop, doesn’t it?”

“Melinda! She’s just a little girl. Don’t go there.”

Yeah, don’t go there. It does sound kind of gross. But, it also sounds a bit inviting. I wonder what that would feel like? I mean I’ve seen mother dogs licking their puppies’ privates. But people don’t do that especially at my age. Still I wonder how that would feel. Miss Ellison’s apparent disapproval of her friend’s suggestion just made it all the more curious. I mean why would she get so disheveled at the suggestion.

“Oh, come on, Karen. Imagine the photos that’d make. Bet you could sell them online for a fortune.”

“Yeah, and when they caught me, I bet all that money wouldn’t be enough to make bail for the porn charges.”

Joey broke the adult girl chat, “Hey, do that again, Molly.” After getting the adult attention he expounded, “She licked my ball sack. It felt good. Do it again!”

“Don’t you dare, young lady. Your mother would kill me if she thought I’d let you do that.” There was real anger in Miss Ellison’s tone. “Okay, both of you. No more ‘boy musk’. Get your faces up where I can see them. And, you...” She pointed at her friend. “No more sexual suggestions. They’re all just kids. There’ll be time for that when they’re over eighteen.”

She continued, “Okay everyone up. Let’s eat some breakfast and get back to the park. Joey, you can stay naked. Let’s go. Melinda are you going to spend the day with us? We’re going to the park for some less intimate photos.”

Melinda teased, “Can we put Jack in some embarrassing situations?”

“That’s what it’s all about.”

“I’ll tag along then.”

Look at you, ‘Karen’. Mom and Dad will kill me if I ever called an adult by their first name, but they aren’t mind readers. Look at her she’s excited about making me miserable. Wonder what this Melinda woman has in mind.

“Joey, put on your shorts. You don’t need the t-shirt right now, just the shorts.”

All of a sudden Melinda is in-charge? What’s she going to put my little brother up to? Look at that ball sack. His dick is bouncing around as he puts his legs through the legs on the shorts. Wonder if he free balls a lot or just now because Mom didn’t pack any underwear for him. Shit, he doesn’t care. Even I have to admit, he does have cute legs for an nine-year-old. Actually, the kid is built tough. Cute little six pack. What can I say? “Must run in the family!”

“Here’s a soccer ball.”

Where in the hell did that come from Melinda? You some kind of magician?

“You take your big brother over to that grassy area next to the condo parking lot and kick the ball around for a while. What do ya think, Karen? Should be able to get some cute shots of him over there playing naked in the public arena. I’ll bet they, or should I say he, draws a crowd.”

Joey, get that weird smile off your face. You’re loving this aren’t you, you little shit?

He got that devious grin. It was evident he knew how really embarrassed this would be for me. “You mean I get to make him stay naked in front of everyone?”

Melinda chimed right back at him. “Yeah, don’t you think everyone would like to see his penis?” She cradled it momentarily. “It’s a beauty!”

“Well, so is mine!”

Look at him. He’s really indignant that there wasn’t a fuss made over his body.

“Can I play naked too?”

Finally, Miss Ellison spoke up. “No Joey, maybe later. I think Jack is much more embarrassed when he has to be the only naked kid. If you are naked too, people won’t stare at him as much. Let’s let your big brother be the only naked boy this morning. You don’t have to wear a shirt, just the shorts. And, when you sit down, if you spread your knees people can peek right up there and look at yours too.”

“Yeah, but everyone can see his all the time. Please Miss Ellison, let me be naked too!”

Holy shit, Joey, I can’t believe it. Are you kidding? You like people seeing your ‘private area’? Pinch me I must be dreaming. Even at his age I was shy about being naked.

Melinda broke the silence and asked the question I’d harbored for years, “Joey, most kids don’t like being naked in front of other people. Why are you so anxious to do that?”

“When I’m naked, my wiener gets hard and it feels good when its hard. I like it when people touch it and rub it and stuff.”

Melinda continued the questioning. “So you like people to play with your penis?”

“Yeah, Jack plays with it all the time.”

Oh my God, did he just tell our brotherly secret? Oh, no, please God he didn’t. Both of the women are staring at me with half smiles of enjoyment.

Miss Ellison took the cue, “Is that true, Jack? You play with Joey’s penis?”

“Not just my penis. He feels my balls and puts his finger in my butt hole too. I like it! Sometimes he brings his friends over and they take me out to the shed behind our house and make me get naked. Then they do stuff to me. One time, they invited Becky Williams and her friends to play with me. They told them what to do and those guys did it. It was fun.”

Shut the fuck up, Joey. Too much information. Oh God, the women are glaring at me. But, they have smirks on their faces.

Miss Ellison wanted all the facts, “Do your Mom and Dad know about all this?”

“No, but Richie Ballard, our next door neighbor, he’s nine, he has to get naked for Jack and his friends too. They do stuff to him too. One time they were going to cut his wiener off with Mom’s pruning shears. They were just kidding, but Richie was scared. They’d never do that to him or me, but it’s still scary.”

Melinda piped in, “I’ll bet it was. Now it’s your turn to do some things to him. Take him over there to the grass and play soccer. If anyone comes tell them they can feel your brother’s penis, if they want. Just tell them it’s punishment for what he did to you.” Then she addressed me, “And, you will let them touch whatever they want, understand?”

Who the hell are you, Melinda? I’ve only known you for a couple of hours and now you get to call the shots? I’m not going to acknowledge your threat.

“Jack, did you hear me? Do you understand? If you don’t allow people to touch if the choose to do so, or I’ll make sure Joey tells his story to your parents. You wouldn’t want that to happen, now, would you?”

Nod your head. You don’t have to say anything. Just nod your head. I sure as hell don’t want that getting out. I’m going to kick Joey’s ass as soon as this Ellison gig is over. How can I ever look the woman in the eye again knowing she’s got all that on me? I don’t think Joey has any idea what he just did. Oh well, better prepare for the worst and be happy with anything less. You know Mom and Dad will probably make you run around naked for months as punishment. I can hear it now, “You like making your little brother run around naked to amuse your friends, you like playing with his boy parts, well you can use a little taste of the same thing.” Either that or Dad will give you the whipping of your life. Even worse would be both consequences. Now, I’m scared.

“Tell me! Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Okay now you and Joey go play like Melinda told you to. Go on. And, Jack, I’d better not see you covering your penis. You keep those hands away. I’ll be along in a few minutes to get the photos. Melinda, would you take them over and keep and eye on them? Make sure Joey extends the invitation to feel his brother’s boy parts too.”

Look at her. If “Miss” Melinda was any more excited about doing this to me, she’d be drooling. Shit she’s standing at the door making that arrogant sweeping motion with her hand as if to compel us out. I don’t want to do this, but under the circumstances, I have no choice.

Whoa, that sudden blast of spring air is engulfing my penis, scrotum and ass. It feels good physically, but I can’t bear the fact we have to cross the parking lot and play soccer on that grassy patch between the condo buildings. Ain’t no way I’m not going to be seen by someone. Ain’t no way to avoid becoming an attraction immediately.

That asphalt is fucking hot! Should have worn shoes. Wonder if Melinda would have allowed that? Joey even picked up his pace. Ooowww, shit that pebble hurt. Watch where you’re stepping. Man, my dick is hard and swaying all around. Better not cover it, she’ll be on me like flies on shit.

Oh God no, there’s a man and woman coming out of that corner unit. She sees me! She’s laughing and pointing at me. Her husband or boy friend is looking. They’re both laughing. Please don’t say anything and don’t come over for a closer look. Please, please ignore me. Oh, they’re going to their car. Whew! Hey, wait, it’s like they’re used to naked eleven and twelve year olds walking around their complex. I’d have wanted to come closer for a better look, but they just pointed and laughed.

They’re backing out. Oh no, the little red Toyota is pointed this way. Here they come. Melinda slowed down. What the hell, she looks like she wants to talk to them. He’s stopping. The window is coming down.

“Hey kid, where’s your pants?”

His girlfriend/wife is bending forward to take in the view. “All I can say is he’s gong to make some girl very happy someday.”

Melinda responded. “He’s being punished so he has to spend the next day or so naked. Yeah, he’s pretty well hung.”

The woman in the car was relentless, “How old is he?”

“He’s twelve. No hair yet!”

The both laughed.

Joey, not to be out done joined the fray, “You can feel his wiener if you want. You know rub it or pull on it. He has to let you.”

“Maybe later. We have to go to the store. Maybe later this afternoon. You gonna have him out here this afternoon?”

“He’ll be naked all day. If he’s out here, feel free to feel!” Melinda replied.

The young man got a disgusted look, “Really, Cindy, really? You two girls are pathetic. He’s just a kid. You really want to play with a kid’s dick?” Then turning toward his mate, “I’ve got an adult one right here you can play with as much as you want.”

“Yeah, but there’s nothing like the feel of a young boy’s penis. It’s just refreshing to see some embarrassment and humility that comes with it. You, you asshole, (she slapped his upper arm) aren’t embarrassed and obviously not humiliated either, so you aren’t near as cute.”

“Come over here, Baby. Let me get a picture of ‘ya.” The girl had her cellphone in hand.

Better do it. Melinda will insist. Besides, it isn’t the first documentation people have taken. The old biddies at the park yesterday got their fill. Hell, they even made a video. Just go over and get it over with.

A couple of clicks and some more frontal nudity was immortalized.

“We gotta go.” The window went up and the car lurched forward.

What now? Melinda sent us over here to play soccer. I don’t even like soccer. Joey does and he’s pretty good at it. Ooohhh, that’s right, adults like to put little boys on display and watch what happens. That’s gotta be it. Even Mom liked to show off my naked form to her friends and the neighbors, even more than Joey’s. Maybe because Joey has no problem being naked, it takes the thrill away. Could it be my dick? Who the hell knows?

Oh shit, who’s that girl? She’s riding her bike over here. God, she’s my age and she very obviously is interested in what she sees. Act like you gotta take a wiz and head for those trees. Maybe she’ll lose interest.

Here come Miss Ellison and Melinda. Don’t worry about it. Just act like you’re whizzing. Everybody has to every now and then. Maybe the kid on the bike will forgo her visit when she sees the two adults.

“Why is he naked?”

Good question kid.

Sweet Miss Ellison, in her best teacher voice, replied, “Because he’s a boy and boys like to be naked.”

Wrong! Just keep your back to them. Keep your hands on your junk. How long can I milk this fake pee session anyway? It can only go so long before it’s obvious I’m fakin’ it.

“You like being naked?” It’s obvious she’s talking to Joey.

“Yeah!”

Joey you’re demented. Nobody likes being naked like this.

“Is that your big brother over there?”

This kid is a piece of work. There’s absolutely no excitement in her voice. It’s almost as if all the boys she knows like being forced to stay naked. Funny, but I haven’t seen another naked boy since we started this weekend. Turn around and just say “Nothin’ to see here. Move along, move along!” maybe she’ll leave.

“Yeah. He doesn’t like being naked.”

Quit encouraging her, Joey. Maybe she’ll leave and I can turn around.

“Is he peeing? He sure is taking a long time.”

Joey very audibly answered her question, “I think so. Hey, Jack, shake it off! What’s taking you so long?”

“Yeah, Jack, shake it off and turn around. I want to see your front.”

That kid is pretty bold to be so honest in front of Miss Ellison and Melinda about her goal.

“My little brother likes to pee outside too. He’s five. Mom lets him swim naked in our pool. It’s not a big pool, it’s not deep. She never let me swim naked or run around naked. Just Paul. Guess it’s because he’s still little. Your brother is pretty big to be naked outside, though. Never see boys as old as him playing outside naked. Doesn’t your mom get mad at him?”

“No, she lets us do it. I think she’s gonna start making Jack do it a lot. He’s shy about people seeing his wiener.”

Joey shut the fuck up. You don’t need to share our family’s private business with strangers. Miss Ellison’s face appeared to my left side and she was obviously assessing my penis situation. YIKES! Where’d you come from?

“You alright? You’re taking an awful long time.” Staring at my pecker she made an obvious observation.
“Nothin’s comin’out. You finished or trying to start?”

“I’m finished.”

“Okay, go play with Joey. I want some soccer pictures. Oh, is that penis saluting because of our little visitor over there? Hurry along, I’d love some soccer pics with you sporting that woody. First, go over and introduce yourself to her. Remember, keep your hands to your sides. Let her see it, and, if she asks, let her touch it too.”

As I approached Joey and the visitor, she bellowed, “Whoa, his is really long. Way longer than Paul’s.”

Of course, my little brother had to be overly gracious, “You can touch it if you want. He has to let you feel everything, if you want to.”

Joey, you little shit, you don’t have to extend the invitation. Why in the hell do you do that?

The girl got wide-eyed. “Here comes your big sister, I better not.”

“She’s not my sister. She’s my teacher. She doesn’t care if you feel him. She’s the one who made up the rule.”

Keep it up, Joey. I’m going to pound you when we get home.

The kid called out, “Hey, this boy said I could feel his big brother’s wiener. Is that true?”

Of course, the response came with Miss Ellison and Melinda’s approach, with the camera.

Melinda was eager to allow, “Sure, go ahead. Touch away.”

Oh God, her hand is small. Her grasp is gentle. Just look toward the sky and maybe the ordeal will be over soon. She’s squeezing my glans and looking at my pee hole. Where’s she going now? My ball sack. She’s pinching the skin and stretching it out. Please no pinching my balls, kid. Just the bag not the contents.

“My little brother’s bag isn’t this big and it’s tighter.”

The clicks from Ellison’s camera are both annoying and embarrassing. She’s going to have this moment preserved. I hope it’s not part of that photo show she’s planning. I wonder what Mom and Dad would think if they saw some strange girl accosting me? They’d probably be amused rather than angry.

She’s chasing my balls around with her fingers. Don’t pinch them kid. How much longer are you going to do this?

“My brother’s marbles aren’t as big as this boy’s. Probably ‘cause this boy is a lot older than Paul. I wonder if Paul will let me feel his when he’s this boy’s age.”

Okay kid you can back off. You scare me. You don’t own a set and you are dangerously close to bringing me to my knees. Just let go and back off.

Melinda wants to get friendly, “What’s your name, Honey?”

“Cheryl”

“Well, Cheryl, I’d like to see you grab his penis there and give it a good two-handed tug. I mean really stretch it out with both hands so Miss Ellison can get a picture of it.”

“Okay!” The girl quit straddling her bike and playing with my boy toys; put her kick stand down; and approached with a determined look on her face. It was scary.

Shit, the kid’s really grabbing it tight. She’s hand over hand and determined. She’s gritting her teeth. She’s pulling on it hard. Too, hard. Man, it feels like she’s gonna pull it off. It hurts. It doesn’t usually hurt like this when they pulled on it before. Make her stop!

I called out, “Ooooowwww”, and pried her hands loose. “That fuckin’ hurt!”

What the hell is so funny, Melinda? Better not let her do that again. Quit laughing you shit ass. Touching is one thing but that tugging on it is something else. Hope you got the shot Miss Ellison because I’ll hit this kid if she tries that again, and I don’t care if I get the belt for it.

Melinda was, for the lack of better words, mean, “Did you get the shot, Karen? I hope so that was too funny. Don’t you think it was funny, Joey?”

Joey, careful how you answer that. Be very careful. You keep up siding with the enemy and your ass is mine when we get home.

“I gotta go home now.” Finally, the original four and no one else around.

Joey and I kicked the soccer ball for about a half hour. Him in those shorts and me stone cold naked. Eventually, my penis became more flaccid and I was aware of the side to side flapping as I ran. Like I said, I’m not much of a soccer player, but I never claimed to be. Ellison must have been satisfied she didn’t say a word or offer any directives. She just kept clicking away. Her friend Melinda just sat in the grass and watched. I really didn’t like her and her request of that girl kind of put icing on the cake.

I really don’t like you, Melinda, but I kind of like you rubbing my boy parts while we watch TV. I can’t really concentrate on the show, but I feel my legs spread wider and wider to give you total access. I must like it, or I wouldn’t do that. You better not tug on it like you made that kid do today, and you’d better be gentle on my balls. I’m not sure you aren’t planning something deceitful when you circle my butt hole with your finger. Sure wish Miss Ellison would point that camera somewhere else. Does she have to take pictures of everything?

We’ll be going home tomorrow, FINALLY! Let’s not do this again.

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