By Running Bare
running_bare@posteo.de
Copyright 2019 by Running
Bare, all rights reserved
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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
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When Jake came to sit with me, we were six years apart in age. I fought
for three nights against late night approaches by Jake. Didn’t like
them, but, on the other hand loved them. Here are my thoughts.
Ramblings 6: Seductor or Suductee? You Be the Judge
By, Running Bare
Mom and Dad hired the kid when they planned the weekend away. They
were a bit apprehensive about leaving me, their eleven-year-old son, in
the care of a boy who was just six years my senior, but they reasoned
his parents would render support if there were problems. Besides, they
only lived two doors down.
Frankly, I was really happy to have a male sitter. Though I hadn’t
got to know Jake other than to see him out in the neighborhood, I liked
him. He was always personable and always verbally acknowledge me. Now
we had a chance to get to know each other and share weekend
interests—tossing the football, watching weekend games and maybe even
tromp around the woods together. You know, do some boy stuff.
That first night, he let me stay up until almost midnight. Got a
shower about eight thirty after which he suggested I just lounge around
in my boxers—nothing else. But my own modesty sensibilities nixed that
idea. Even though we were “batching” it, I wasn’t going to walk around
half naked. I covered up by putting on my sweatpants and a t-shirt.
When I returned to the living room to watch TV with Jake, he pushed
a little more. He suggested I might have been more comfortable without
the sweat pants. I don’t know why. I disagreed stating it was cold in
the house and I liked the warmth. It wasn’t, but the argument made
sense and sure beat telling him I was very guarded about exposing my
body.
At midnight he told me it was bedtime. He gave me a hug good night
(I did feel that was “unmanly” of him but my Dad did the same thing
every night, so I let it go.) He told me to make sure I put my
sweatpants and t-shirt on a chair in my room so I didn’t trip over them
if I had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. I thought
nothing of it. Mom and Dad probably would have given the same advice.
What if I wanted to sleep in them?
I didn’t though. I stripped them off, hopped in bed and was soon unconscious and slumbering. Then...
What the hell? Man, I’m cold. I must have been tossing around a lot
for me to lose the covers enough to be cold. I’m drowsy don’t open your
eyes... What the hell was that? Bright light, bright light! Squint, but
don’t open your eyes fully until you know what’s going on. Another
flash. Where are my boxers? Must have kicked them off. Had a nightmare.
No, someone is in here. Listen don’t look. Don’t let them know you’re
awake.
Holy shit, my boxers are off, the covers are pulled back and I
believe someone is taking pictures of me naked and in this splayed
position. My legs are spread way apart. My dick and balls are right
there for the touching. They’re cold. Uh, oh, it’s going stiff. Whoever
it is will know I’m awake, if that happens. How to control it.
Yeah, it’s Jake. How did this happen? Why’s he taking pictures of
me naked? Should I open my eyes? Why don’t you just open your eyes and
confront him? I would but, somehow, I feel awkwardly courageous about
being exposed. I never have the guts to expose myself when I’m awake.
There’s something invigorating about it. Someone thinks my body is
worth photographing. What’s next? Is he going to feel it? Funny, but I
don’t think I care if he does.
This can’t be me. I’m shy about being exposed even momentarily in
locker rooms. Why am I not wanting to stop this privacy invasion right
now?
No, that would startle him and ruin this inexplicable rush being naked in front of him is bringing to me.
Okay, enough is enough. Just roll over like you are still asleep
and are getting more comfortable. Careful not to show any signs of
consciousness. Wonder how he’s going to put my boxers back on. This
should be interesting.
What? He’s just going to cover me? Doesn’t he think I’ll question
my nakedness when I wake up tomorrow? He just figures I’ll assume I
kicked them off in my sleep? But who does that? I’ve never kicked off
my underwear in my sleep.
He’s leaving the bedroom, try to go back to sleep. I can’t until my
penis relaxes. It’s way too stiff for me to drift off again. But, hey,
that was kind of fun and felt pretty good. Guess I’m not as body shy as
I thought.
After trying to return to the bliss of sleep for an hour, I
succeeded. When I awoke the following morning, my boxers were located,
under the covers at the foot of the bed. I was still naked and quickly
became aroused at the situation.
Before joining Jake in the kitchen, I got up and put my sweats and t-shirt back on.
He had put the cereal out for breakfast. Cheerios or Cinnamon Toast
Crunch? Actually, the latter is much more to my liking. I poured it
into a bowl.
I can’t help myself. See what he says if you hint at last night’s activities.
“Funny, I woke up this morning and my underwear was down at the foot of the bed. Must have had a bad dream or something.”
Jake didn’t even show the least bit of being fazed by my announcement.
Okay, don’t push it. If you go too far, he’ll catch on that you
know what happened, and maybe it won’t happen again tonight. And I
don’t know why, but I do kinda want a second helping of that. Just to
see how far he’ll go.
“If you’re having bad dreams, maybe you should sleep in your parents’ bed with me. It’d make you feel a bit more secure.”
That would be interesting. Maybe you should take him up on it. No,
no eleven-year-old wants to admit to being scared, much less crawl into
bed with his sitter. Don’t turn down the invitation, tell him you’ll
think about it. Just the thought is making me a bit hard.
“Maybe, but I think I’ll be fine. Probably won’t happen again. Let me think about it.”
The entire day was full of “guy” activities. Jake took me to the
high school baseball diamond and we tossed and batted a baseball for a
couple of hours. We rode our bikes to the state park two miles down the
road.
After hiking a trail to a waterfall, he asked if I wanted to swim.
The feasibility of swimming was out of the question. I brought to his
attention the fact that I was wearing jeans. I refused to wear shorts
as Mom’s friends’ comments about my “shapely, muscular” legs were
embarrassing. Jake, like most every other boy in the area, was wearing
cargo shorts.
When I stated the obvious, he told me I could take off my clothes
and swim. That wouldn’t even remotely happen. “You can keep your
underwear on, if you want, or take it off too. Nobody’s gonna’ see you
except me.”
Yeah, and you’ve already seen it, haven’t you?
Oh, come on, the very thought of being naked right out here in the
open is exciting. Actually, it might be fun to get discovered by some
strangers. It’d make that penis come alive and I have to admit it felt
good being exposed to Jake last night. But, no, being naked outside is
just a step too far.
Jake was a bit more insistent, “Just take your clothes off and
leave your underwear on. You’ll be fine. Nobody is going to see you.”
I reached for my belt. But it was a balk. Made the move but stopped before completing it.
I just can’t do this. Mom and Dad are right. I’m too ‘body shy’ for a boy my age.
Jake strengthened his pitch, “Almost had you talked into it. It’d
be a brave move for you. I think your parents would have been proud if
they heard you did it. They told me you were a bit body shy. Now I know
what they were talking about. You shy about being naked with other
naked boys, too?”
Shit, Jake how in the hell did this conversation make that turn? How much did they tell you?”
I replied, “No, I just don’t like to be naked. I don’t like anyone looking at my dick.”
Or my legs. But I sure did find your activities last night
enjoyable. I’m surprised. Wonder if he knows I was awakened by his
little photo op last night. I don’t think so. He would have been a
little embarrassed facing me at breakfast. He sure as hell wouldn’t be
trying to get me to swim naked out here if he knew I was fully aware of
his thing last night.
“Oh, come on, Sean, take off your clothes and swim awhile. What else are we going to do this afternoon?”
Challenge him back, “You’re so sold on the idea, why don’t you take off your clothes and swim? Don’t you want to swim too?”
“Well for two reasons. First, I’m wearing shorts which could well
serve as a bathing suit. You’re not, but you should be. Second, I’ve
gone through puberty and I have hair down there and if we were
discovered I’d get labelled as a pervert. You don’t have hair so you’d
be labelled as ‘that cute little naked boy’.”
Well, there’s my window!
“How do you know I don’t have hair down there?”
Good one! Let’s see him get around that question. Will he admit to stripping me last night?
“I bet you don’t. There are very few eleven-year-olds who are going
through puberty. Maybe next year or the year after, but not at eleven.
Why don’t you show me?”
There was a swing and a miss.
“Come on get naked and show me! Don’t be such a chicken shit.”
He’s desperate. Bet he’s hard as a rock. I am just thinking about his proposal. He really wants to get me naked out here. Why?
“Tell you what. You strip naked and swim and I’ll give you five dollars for each person who comes by and sees you.”
Where’d that come from? I have to admit it the thought of someone
else coming pushed my excitement level. He must be pretty convinced
we’re not going to have visitors. Five bucks a visitor sounds enticing
but it’s still not enough. Say something to get him to back off.
“I will, if you will!”
“I already told you, I can’t. I’d get in trouble if we were caught and you wouldn’t.”
That’s bullshit! People would know he’s just a kid like me. He wouldn’t get in trouble.
I verbalized my thought, “Bullshit! You won’t get in trouble. You’re just using that as an excuse not to do it.”
He countered with a very obviously frustrated and disappointed,
“Okay, let’s go further up the trail. Or, do you want to go home?”
That night was pretty interesting. I was sent to the showers about
nine. As I was about to enter the shower stall the door knob turned.
Of course, the door’s locked.
What part of ‘body shy’ is it he doesn’t understand?
Then there was a knock. “Hey, let me in. I gotta take a pee.”
Nice try, Jake.
“Go use Mom and Dad’s bathroom.”
“Oh, yeah, I have another option here, don’t I?” He left presumably for Mom and Dad’s bathroom.
I finished showering and donned my sweatpants and t-shirt, and
returned to the living room. Jake was on the couch and watching TV with
a bag of popcorn. He reached over to the side table grabbed another bag
and threw it to me.
The interesting part happened when he sent me to bed.
“Why don’t you slide into your parents’ bed and I’ll be close at hand if you have another bad dream.”
“No, I’ll be alright in my own room.”
“Look, just crawl into the bed and I’ll move you when I come up.
You’d feel a lot safer in your Mom and Dad’s bed. I promise, if you
look like you’re okay, I’ll move you before I slide in. Just go up and
take off the sweats and t-shirt and crawl in.”
I wonder what he’s got up his sleeve tonight? If I do that, is he
going to molest me? I don’t think I want to do that. But then again if
he got out of hand you could ‘wake up’ and easily put a stop to it.
That’d scare the hell out of him. The thought he’d touch my genitals is
a bit arousing. I think it’s the naughtiness of the idea that’s giving
me second thoughts. Actually, I would hope he might. After all, the
photo session last night was kind of pleasant in a weird sort of way.
Wait-a-minute! Last night I woke up after my boxers had been removed. I
didn’t even feel them coming off. Could he have played with my thing
and me not know it? Well, if he’s already been there, he didn’t do
anything that hurt me.
“Okay, I’ll get in Mom and Dad’s bed. But if I wake up and want to go to mine...”
“You can go to yours. Hey, look, it’s up to you. It was just a suggestion. Go to yours now, if you want to.”
“I’ll go to Mom and Dad’s.”
“Remember to put your sweats and t-shirt on the chair so you don’t break your neck tripping on them if you have to get up.”
Yeah right, legitimize forcing me to get almost naked before
getting in the bed. I know you’re going to be up to something. I’ll try
to stay awake until you come up there. I’ll fake sleeping just to find
out what you’re going to do.
“Know what? I’ll come up with you. We can watch TV from bed. Want another bag of popcorn up there?”
He wouldn’t make his moves if I’m awake. What’s the problem? Let him come.
“No, I’m tired. I’m going to sleep. You can have some if you want.”
No way I’m going to sleep. You might think I am, but not so fast...
We both entered the room. Jake took off all but his boxers and got under the covers. I reluctantly stripped to mine too.
I pulled the top sheet, the blanket and the comforter up to my chin
and started watching one of the late shows with him. I yawned.
Guess I am tired after all. Maybe I should go to my own bed. Nah, I can do this.
Shortly after that thought I found myself unable to hold on to
wakefulness and drifted off. A little while later, I became aware of
Jake’s hand on my bare upper leg. He had just rested it there, but it
didn’t take a brain surgeon to surmise what his next move would be. He
laughed at something on TV. When he placed his hand back on my upper
leg, he’d slid his fingertips up the leg of the boxers and just stayed
still. It was kinda like watching the patient snake on National
Geographic ambushing a mouse. Slow and deliberate and then, BOOM!
I rolled over. My hardened appendage was sticking straight out the
fly on the boxers. I could feel the cool air around it. Jake’s next
move was as predicted. He pushed the front of the boxers down while
carefully guiding my erect penis back through the fly.
His fingernail is touching the pee slit at the tip. Oh, there goes
my penis. It’s getting harder and harder. Just lay still. Don’t let him
even think you’re aware of... Oh, man, my penis feels good. My heart beat
is faster will that give me away? Watch your breathing. You don’t want
him to know you are awa... He has his hand all the way up the leg of my
underwear and is holding my penis. He’s stopped. He’s let go of my
erection and pulled his hand out. Next move, Jake? As predicted, there
go my boxers. He’s taking his time pulling them down. No, don’t even
raise your hips to help, it’d be a giveaway that you’re not asleep.
Make him work at it. Your boner just bounced free of the elastic
waistband. Roll like you’re tossing in your sleep. It’ll help him get
your underwear off without giving away your state of consciousness.
Yeah, it did the job. He’s got them down to the ankles. There they go.
You’re completely nude.
What’s he doing now? He’s trying to roll you on to your back.
Should I let him do it? If so, how can I discretely help? Just roll
over like you’re tossing in your sleep. There you go. My stiffy feels
like a five inch flagpole. He’s adjusting my legs. Come on Jake. Play
with it!
Where the hell are you going? Bright light again? He’s taking more
pictures. Okay enough of the pictures. Grab it and play with it.
Ten minutes and several flashes and pose adjustments there was the pinch hold on the tip of my penis.
He pinched my pecker head. What? He’s let go. Bet he was
concerned that pinch might have awakened me. He still doesn’t know if
I’m awake or not. How could he not at least suspect it? Let your mouth
gape open like your asleep. Don’t try to snore, you’ll botch it up.
Just lie here on your back with your legs spread. Oh, he’s finally
attending to your junk. He’s got his hand cupping the whole package,
but he’s not doing anything with it. Just holding it.
Maybe I could awaken and act like I was surprised at my situation.
I could be apologetic like I was completely responsible for being
naked. No, how could that work for me? It’d spook him for sure. Just
stay the way he’s posed you and wait for his next move.
I’d love to “wake up” just to quit having to pretend I’m asleep.
It’s getting much more difficult to continue the charade. Certainly,
we’re reaching a point that Jake can’t still believe I’m not on to him.
Wonder if he knew I like it, he’d continue? “Waking up” might signal
permission to continue. I’m not really sure I’m ready to be complicit.
He has to know I’m awake. What the hell is he doing? He’s got my underwear. Where’s he taking them?
A few minutes later he returned to bed without my underwear. He
slid back In and covered himself. I lay next to him nude but now under
the covers as well. I had adjusted my position to supine and was laying
on my back. My right knee was cocked to a ninety-degree angle, my left
straight and my hands to either side of my body. Essentially giving
full access to my penis and scrotum. I have to be truthful. I was
providing an invitation to him.
Oh, there you go Jake. That’s it, drape that arm over and put your
hand casually to the side of my hard penis. Right there on the pubis.
Yeah, I know what you’re thinking-- “If he wakes up, I can act unaware
of where my hand is. If he doesn’t, I can inch it along until I hit pay
dirt.”
Good move, act like you’re scratching your nose and drop your hand
back where it was, but a little closer to the penis. Oh, this time
you’ve covered my dick head. Man, that’s bold you’re touching it. Maybe
I should frustrate him and roll right or left. Naw, let’s see what he’s
going to do next.
He’s rolling to his side. He slid his hand to cover my entire
penis. He’s actually grasped it. I want to disrupt him because I have a
twinge of fear of what he might do. He’s just lying there holding my
rod. I think I like his attention. Yeah, that must be why I’m not going
ape shit about this. Worse, I’m an accomplice. I set it up.
Keep faking sleep. He’s pulling the covers off of me. It’s cold. I
think he’s examining the goods under the glare from the TV. Where the
hell is he going? Was that a picture change on TV or was it the flash
on his damn cellphone camera. Who knows? Okay, that’s enough. Turn over
and act like you’ve been awakened.
“Oh, where’s my underwear?”
Make it believable. Look alarmed.
Jake stood at the foot of the bed with his cellphone still in his
hand. He was taken off guard and it was evident he was trying to act
perfectly normal. It wasn’t working. His body language was saying “Oh
shit! Think of something.”
“Why am I naked?” I was enjoying his predicament.
“Well, when I came to bed, I brought a glass of water to put on the
nightstand next to you. In case you got thirsty during the night. When
I was putting it down, I accidently slipped and it spilled on you. So,
I had to take your underwear off to let it dry. It’s right in there, in
the bathroom, but it isn’t dry yet.”
Pretty good, Jake but your nervousness is a giveaway. I’ll ignore
it and pretend your story makes sense. I’m enjoying giving you a hard
time.
“I pulled the covers off to see if the sheets were wet too. I
grabbed my phone in case I had to call your mother about where she kept
the sheets, but I guess we won’t need to change them.”
Shit, Jake, you’re good at thinking on your feet.
“I’ll go and get another pair of underwear out of my drawer.”
“No, why don’t you just cover up and sleep naked. I mean we’re both
boys. I’m okay with it. In fact, imagine how your parents would feel if
they knew you were naked and didn’t care about it.”
I can’t believe you said that. Well, if you’re okay with it, then
it’s alright. Doesn’t matter if I’m okay with it? Do I chance it and
sleep naked? Or, should I call it all off and tell him I’d rather sleep
in my own bed rather than share my parents’ bed with him? You liked the
exposure and his attention but you’re not supposed to. Act like a man
pull the covers up and stay in here. You’ll have to stay vigilant and
not sleep but it’ll satisfy your curiosity about Jake’s intentions.
I pulled the covers up and rolled over. I could sense the relief in
Jake’s demeanor. I drifted off to sleep about an hour later. I couldn’t
fight it. So far as I know there were no further fondling attempts.
The next morning, I woke up to an otherwise empty bed. I could hear
Jake in the kitchen. I was about to creep into my bedroom and grab some
clothes when he came through the door. He was all grins.
“I’ve got an idea. Why don’t you stay naked this morning? I’d love
to tell your mom and dad you overcame your naked thing. Whata’ you
think? I mean, you couldn’t bring yourself to stripping in the park,
but you’re home now.”
I am tempted, but my modesty “problem” isn’t going away that
easily. I’d kind of like to walk around nude. Imagining it makes me
feel kinky. But I don’t think so.
“Nah, I’m going to get dressed.”
As, I opened my underwear drawer, I was surprised to find it empty.
What the hell? What did that fucker do with my underwear?
From my door, I yelled down to the kitchen. “Hey, Jake! What did you do with my underwear? The drawer is empty!”
A shout back from the kitchen, “How would I know where your underwear is? I have no idea.”
He’s done something with my underwear. I know he did.
I was livid
. Well, I’ll slide these jeans on and a t-shirt and go down and
eat. I’m not going to let him win. I know he’s up to something but I
refuse to let him win!
I was adamant.
“I thought we’d go stomp around in the woods this morning. You up for that?”
He’s asking me if I’m up to spending the day in the woods? Hell, I
live in the woods whenever I have the time. I think he knows that.
Guess I should get excited like a puppy being asked if he wants to go
for a walk. What the hell.
“Yeah, that’d be great.” And, it really would.
We rode our bikes down to the parking area by the pond and
waterfall we’d visited the day before. Jake had a backpack complete
with cellphone, lunch provisions (PB&J, chips and bottled water),
Swiss Army knife and whatever else he might have thought we’d need.
We tromped through the brush and arrived at the pool below the falls. Jake wanted to stop there.
Why are we stopping? Bet he tries to get me to strip naked and go
swimming again? Must admit he’s wearing shorts again and these jeans
are actually chafing me. I’m sweaty and there isn’t the usual cotton
barrier my underwear provided. I am actually hot and sweaty especially
down there. Truth is, the thought of stripping naked and hitting that
cool pool of water looks inviting. My crotch would feel a whole lot
better, but hell no. Too big a risk of being seen.
“Wanna’ go swimming? You can swim in your underwear. Oh, that’s right you haven’t got any on. You’re free ballin’.” He laughed.
“I can wade out there in my jeans.”
“No, you can’t wear jeans in there. First of all, they’ll weigh you
down. Second of all, if you get them wet, they’ll take forever to dry
and will definitely make your crotch open for some kind of fungal
infection. No, naked or in shorts. Oh, that’s right you don’t wear
shorts. Well, what can I say?”
As I sat there trying to ignore his sarcasm, he offered an alternative.
“Oh, yeah, I packed a pair of your mothers sewing scissors in case
this whole conversation came up. If you like, I can cut the legs off
your jeans and you can wear cutoffs and swim.”
“Mom would kill us if you did that!”
At least I think she would.
“I’ll tell her to take the cost of a new pair out of my pay. She’ll be alright.”
I can’t take the temptation anymore. I want to go in that pool of
water. I’d have my items of interest covered in case we encounter
strangers. Why not? I can always plead that it was his idea.
“Okay, but how do I take them off? I mean someone might see me.”
Jake outlined the plan. “Look, you hide up there by that big
boulder and those trees. No one will see you there. It won’t take me
five minutes to cut the legs off. Go up there take them off and throw
them down to me.”
Keep a sharp eye out. Ooohhh, that air feels so good on my balls.
Yikes there’s a red rash all over my crotch. Kind of stings, but the
air... Throw the jeans to Jake. Enjoy the comfort later. Oh, wow, the
boulder is cool. Press your dick and balls against it. Aaaahhhh. Now
turn around and your ass needs a little of that relief. Wow! Anybody
coming? Nope.
Jake shouted up to me, “Okay, here!”
The cutoffs landed three feet from the boulder. To retrieve them I
had to go in front of the boulder and expose myself to anyone who might
be at the pool. Luckily, it was only Jake and he’d become familiar with
my genitals the past two nights so being exposed to him was no big
deal. I grabbed the cutoffs and returned to my hiding area to put them
on.
What the hell? He cut these off way too short. My ass cheeks will
be showing if I wear these. Put them on and check out the damage. Yeah,
the back of the jeans barely covers my butt cheeks. What? If I sit with
my legs spread there’s a direct eye shot of my junk. If I get hard, and
I know I will, my dick head will stick out one or the other legs. He
did this on purpose. I’m stuck with it.
Wait a minute, no underwear, scissors in back pack, he planned
this. He fucking planned this. He got one over on me. How the hell am I
going to get home in these? I have to ride my bike the three miles to
the house. My ass is going to be on display to anyone who sees me.
At this point I don’t have much of a choice. Go out there and make
your grand debut. Maybe you can get used to wearing them after you make
the first step. But I kind of doubt it.
Man, my legs are all exposed. They’re really white—no tan lines.
“You cut them way too short. I feel naked.” There was definitely a scowl on my face.
“I know. When I cut the first leg off, I wanted to balance the
second one so they looked even. Then I cut the other too short and had
to shorten the other. I finally ended up cutting them about right.
Don’t worry they’re about the same length as the gym shorts you’ll have
to wear for P.E. next year. Oh, and by the way, all you’ll have on
under them is a jock. No underwear. And, there’ll be girls having P.E.
at the same time. Your dick will be covered but that’s about it. So, it
ain’t so bad spending the day in those.”
I still don’t like it. But what can I do?
Oh, this water is cold. It feels soooo good on my crotch. I can
feel my balls shrinking up tight. Now, they’re getting used to the cold
water. I’m gonna’ dunk my head and face. Oh, yeah, this is great.
“Okay, out of the water! I need to text some pics to your Mom and
Dad. They’ll be proud of you. Not as proud of you as they would if you
were naked, but proud anyway.”
There he goes with that naked thing. Just what did my parents say
to him? He keeps bringing that up. Was he supposed to make me feel more
comfortable being naked or something? What exactly is going on?
“I need you to take the shorts off just for one picture.”
“I don’t want to. Why are you doing all this?”
“You want to know the truth? Your dad bet me I couldn’t get you to
be naked outside. He also bet I couldn’t get you to sleep naked. I just
need one picture of you and your swinging dick here to prove you could
do it. Now, take off the cutoffs and go up on top of the boulder so I
can get a good picture. Then you can come right back down and put them
on again.”
Now what do I do? If I do it, Jake wins the bet. If I don’t, Dad
does. But both want me to be naked. I don’t. Jake’s been taking
pictures of me naked the past two nights. He doesn’t know that I know.
But, maybe he does. He wouldn’t be seeing anything he has seen or
touched these past two days. Actually, thinking about it gives me a
tinge of excitement. Okay, I’ll do it.
I slipped the cutoffs down and off and ran with my swinging
erection to climb the boulder. Once on top, Jake coached me through far
more than one pose. For some reason I complied. After five or ten
minutes of me totally exposed, I scrambled down and put on the skimpy
cutoffs back on.
I did it! I conquered my body shyness at least this time and there
are photos to prove it. Wait a minute, who gets to see those photos? I
can sort that out with Mom and Dad when they get back. I can’t believe
they would approve of me being naked right out here in the open or that
someone was taking pictures of me that way.
Apparently, I hadn’t really “cured” myself. I felt embarrassed
riding my bike back home wearing nothing but those shorts. Jake
insisted on keeping my t-shirt in the backpack. Funny, we passed a lot
of people with me dressed in just those cutoffs, but nobody seemed to
pay much attention. Maybe young boys in skimpy shorts weren’t the
drawing card I’d imagined.
Mom and Dad returned that evening. I was back in jeans and a
t-shirt. As far as I was concerned Mom could throw those cutoffs away.
But, no, she said she wanted to keep them and that I’d be spending a
lot of time in them “this summer”.
Dad pulled out his wallet and handed Jake three hundred dollars. And then he reached in for more.
“And here’s the extra fifty for getting him naked outside. Mrs.
Johnson and I bet you’d never get him to do it. The pictures you took
of him in the woods were terrific. How’d you get him to sleep nude?”
Little did Dad know, Jake technically didn’t. He stripped me for
those photos while I was “asleep”. No matter my parents ruled I’d sleep
nude from that time forward.
As Dad put it, “If you could do it for Jake, you can do it for us.”
I should ask, if I do, are you going to play with my erection? My
balls? I don’t think so. Jake did. Maybe I should point that out. Maybe
not. Jake may sit with me again and I kind of want him to do those
things, if he does. If I tell, he’ll probably never be hired again.
Mom confiscated my underwear and long pants for the summer and
cutoff every pair of my jeans to about the same length as Jake had. My
legs tanned and I’m sure more than one person was treated to penis and
scrotum teases when we went places. Overtime I became accustomed to
wearing those revealing shorts and found myself losing my
self-consciousness. The occasional compliment about my muscular, now
well-tanned, legs still jolted me into embarrassment but only for a
short time.
I still didn’t like stripping in the pool locker rooms when I went
to the community pool. Maybe I kept a little of my body shyness. Jake
was right. The middle school P.E. classes required me to change into
very short gym shorts. But, so did the other boys. The only coverage
under those shorts was two straps crossing my bare ass and a pouch. By
Christmas break I think we’d all gotten used to it.
Jake sat for me two more times before he went off to college. On
each successive visit he always got me naked and fondled my penis,
scrotum and finger my butthole. The first time, he had to know I was
awake. It got to the point that on his second visit I found myself
naked for the most of the night from my shower forward. I provided
unbridled access to my items of his interest.