Grandma's Road Trip Journal

Grandma's Road Trip Journal 1

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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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As his mother I feel a bit of alienation from my son, Jack, over his body “guardedness”. He even reached the level that he shields himself from my view when he’s naked and even at times he’s partially so. He’s not so shy around his Dad which I attribute more to fear of his father’s criticism than anything else. But even at that, his father says he doesn’t like to be naked in front of him. There are also times Frank, my husband, accompanies the boy to the men’s locker rooms and Jack is notably self-conscious to change in front of the other men and boys. The scout master noted he was shy about skinny dipping as the boys were required to do at camp and he was never seen in a gang shower which explains why he’s so dirty when he comes home from camp.

I take Jack to the doctor’s office, but that’s only once or twice a year and he now insists on going into the treatment rooms without me. His doctor’s response? “The boy’s growing up. What can I say?”

“Well, for starters, you could say, ‘Your mom or dad has to come in with you.’”

You’re probably asking yourself at this point why I need to be able to see my boy naked. Well, for two reasons. First, he’s my son, my creation! He was so innocent and cute when we used to strip him and make him run around au naturel during his younger years. And second, over the past few years, he’s so precious when he’s embarrassed and humiliated by forced nudity. I love to watch him struggle through those incidents. Making him expose himself kind of gets me horny. Sound perverted to you? I really don’t give a shit.

Frank’s reasoning is quite different than mine. He feels a kid Jack’s age shouldn’t be so body shy especially around other guys. He’s concerned the boy’s shyness will have a negative influence on his manhood.

My recently widowed mother and I sat at the kitchen table discussing my concerns. She used to like seeing Jack romping around with his appendage flopping side to side and up and down, right up until he was eight or nine. Then something happened. He became self-conscious. After the change in his attitude, Mom started expressing the same feelings about his naked presentations as I shared. She even tried several approaches at coaxing him to relinquish his clothing when he’d go swimming at the lake near her home, play on the Slip-N-Slide, or run through the sprinklers in her backyard. So, I’m not alone in longing for the kid’s exposure.

In fact, I guarantee, if you saw him nude, you’d want him to stay naked whenever he was around you. The kid is beautiful. I’d defy you to discipline yourself enough to keep your hands off his boy parts or cute little ass. I’d defy you!

Mom and I sat and discussed the kid’s problem (which you now know is a problem for me too).

Mom started off the discussion. “You know his great-grandmother wouldn’t put up with his stubbornness for an instant. Your father grew up in an era where boys were not nearly as shy. They were expected to be nude in many places. They didn’t have a choice and there were no excuses. They were naked when they swam. Grandma insisted on it. Mom kept the boys naked at the lake house they grew up in. About the only time the boys were allowed clothing was for school or church. Bet she’d take a belt to his ass if he was hesitant to shed his clothes. You know, in school the boys were expected to be naked whenever they were told they had to be. I just can’t imagine what a kid who refused to dress out for gym class or stirp to use the school, YMCA, or Boys’ Club pools would have befallen them. Back then, if you were a boy, and some adult told you to strip naked, they didn’t have to tell you to do it twice. We could ask your grandmother what she thinks. Maybe she has some ideas.”

Frustrated I summarized my concerns, “He’s only twelve and he’s completely into locking doors and hiding, even just to change his shirt. What’s with that? Mom, he’s a good-looking kid. His body’s beautiful. I’d understand it if he was overweight or had a bad case of acne or something, but he’s beautiful. I must get a few compliments every day about his handsomeness or, when I force him into shorts or swim attire, how muscular and shapely his legs are. If he was a girl, he’d be showing them off up to his butt cheeks. I don’t know what to do.”

“Honey, when you and your brother were young the world looked at bodies, particularly boys’ bodies quite differently. There wasn’t the openness to sex that kids have today, but, ironically, boys weren’t nearly as shy about their bodies as they appear to be today. Well into the seventies, boys who hadn’t reached puberty were rarely embarrassed to be bare in front of anyone. Don’t you remember your brothers would waltz their naked asses around the house or even the backyard almost daily. There aren’t many over six years of age who’d dare do that today. Girls were handled quite differently, though. That hasn’t changed much. It’s just a sign of the times.”

“I asked about gym classes. He’s supposed to dress out for P.E. I asked if he needed me to get ‘a protective device for his boy parts’. He looked perplexed. I had to say “jock or cup”. Even then he looked confused. I asked about towels or soap for his post P.E. shower. He said the boys shower in their gym shorts. They aren’t even secure enough to be naked around each other! Hell, back in my day, even we girls showered naked after P.E.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t have visible genitalia. I bet the boys tease each other over size and the like. We girls didn’t have any visible signs other than vulva and like asses, seen one seen them all. I think boys compare and are embarrassed if they feel inadequate.”

“Come on, Mom, at eleven or twelve?”

She continued to try to analyze the problem, “Well, what about hair—pubic hair? He’s right at that age. If you got it, you can flaunt it and make the still ‘bald’ kids feel immature. Who knows? But whatever the cause it must have been absent when your father and your brothers were growing up. Did you ever ask Jack why he’s so shy about being naked?”

“Yeah, but he won’t say. He just gets embarrassed.”

Mom got a distant stare and broke the conversation with a humorous question. “What do they do with the wet shorts after they shower?”

“I don’t know. I guess they ball them up and throw them in their gym locker. Bet that locker room smells ripe!” Both she and I laughed at the mental visual which I’m sure were similar. “Remember when Daddy used to say, the boys threw their socks against the wall in the locker room and, if they didn’t stick, they didn’t need to come home for the wash?” We laughed over that reminiscence as well.

“I also know when your Daddy was young and especially during your Grandpa’s time, boys swam naked most everywhere—school, YMCA, scout camp, summer camp, in the woods and even in the backyards. In most places it wasn’t optional for boys, they were required to. I remember seeing your father’s equipment when we were about Jack’s age as he and my brothers were always nude for aquatic activities. My girlfriends and I were entertained by all those swinging penises. Back then when it came to boys’ bodies nothing was left to our imaginations. What’s Frank’s take on it?”

I could fill her in on Frank’s opinion as I heard it often enough. “Even during Frank’s childhood, he said people, that included his mom and dad, were less concerned about boy nudity as they are today. It’s getting worse as time goes on. He’s as perplexed about it as I am. At least he can check Jack out when he spanks him. Frank insists on using the belt on his naked butt. I can’t get him to pull his pants down when I spank him. If Missy and/or Janie are present, even Frank can’t get him to do it. Ends up, Jack gets a double dose up in our bedroom—one for whatever he did and the second for not getting undressed when he’s told to do so. It’s that bad! It’s worth five or six extra lashes with the belt for non-compliance. Go figure. Anyway, based on Frank’s observations, your grandson is still ‘bald’ as you put it, and we both know his appendage is very generously endowed. Those things haven’t changed over the last three years.”

Then Mom made me think perhaps it is a sign of the times, “You think it’s the social do-gooders scaring kids about being molested that’s making things worse? Back in the day, we didn’t spend a whole lot of time on that ‘good touch, bad touch’ stuff. If it was an adult in authority, especially a maternal parent, touching any part of your body it was okay. Today even an obvious look at a kid’s naked body can be taken as molestation. Maybe that’s it, we’re scaring the boys into the body shyness.”

“I don’t know. All I know is that it isn’t anyone else’s job to scare my kids into some sexual model a hoity-toity teacher or guidance counselor comes up with. It’s my job to protect my kids and I don’t think scaring the hell out of them is the way I want it done. If I want to touch my son’s penis, it isn’t any different than his hand or foot and they can just keep the hell out of our business!” Just the thought of it pissed me off.

“Calm down, Honey. You know you have to handle these things calmly. Remember when your brothers were Jack’s age, Daddy and I used to take pictures of them playing and running around outside naked. We’d pitch a tent somewhere strip them and would leave them nude for days on end. We even let you run naked up until you were six or seven. But, the boys, the boys were naked when we camped until they sprouted hair, and, sometimes, even after.” She got that distant glint in her eye and continued. “Remember that summer you and your little friend Cathy were eight of nine and we invited her to come with us on a week long camping trip? I’d guess your brother Jeff was probably twelve at the time and Ron was probably eight or nine. Cathy couldn’t take her eyes off their naked bodies for days. She was utterly intrigued when they’d get an erection.”

“Well, come on Mom, she didn’t have any brothers, so it was all news to her.”

“I let her feel the boy’s penises and ball sacks. They weren’t too keen on that, but I found it amusing. Her eyes almost popped out of her head when she pinched their knobs. Oh, those were the days. Imagine what would happen to me today for not only allowing that, but encouraging it. Truly, I loved your brothers’ embarrassment and humiliation when I made them stay naked in front of strangers. But the touching really pushed it to another level. Eventually the boys got used to her probing.”

I had to add my perspective, “Funny thing about that is she told the whole damned school about the boys being naked all the time we were there. She even talked about being allowed to feel their boy parts, and nobody got up tight about it. Most people just laughed and asked how they were hung.”

“Guess today, Daddy and I would still be in jail, huh?”

“No doubt about it. At the very least we three would have been foster kids for sure!”

“Maybe that’s what you need to do for Jack. Take the family camping and make him stay nude the whole time. Maybe he’d get used to people seeing him that way.”

“Shit, Mom, Frank and I don’t want to go to jail. How in the hell could we do that?”

Again, Mom got that distant look. “You know, your father left me a pretty sizable estate. He told me, before he passed, to use some of the money to buy an RV and hit the road like we used to dream about. I can’t go it alone. What if I took Jack with me? I could school him for the year and we could truly see the country. All of it! And I’d see to it the country got to see him too—all of him. I’d keep him naked for most of the travels. I’m not scared. What are they going to do about a Grandma that keeps her grandson naked? I’ll take the chance. Let’s face it, this will probably be the last year his pubic area is smooth and hair free. It’s a great time to confront his insecurity.”

“You’d do that?”

“Yeah, I would. Think he’s still hung like a little stud? I haven’t seen that little boy thing in over three or four years. As I remember it, he bested his boy cousins by at least an inch or two since they were born. Even Tommy’s wasn’t near as long foreskin included. Jack’s clean-cut penis was still a good inch longer. Guess had Tommy been circumcised the difference would have resulted in an even been a bigger stand out.”

“Okay, Mom, enough about penises. Let me ask Frank what he thinks about your ‘see the USA’ plan. I’m not sure we want to be separated from Jack for a year though. We sure would miss him.”

“Even if you guys wanted to do it for a summer, I’d be game. I’m going to buy an RV anyway. Just think about it and let me know. It’d be a great way for Jack to bond with his Grandma.”

The only problem with this plan was I wouldn’t be able to enjoy my son’s body. My mother was going to have all the fun. But after discussing it with Frank, Mom’s work would be a precursor for us to require his nudity as often as possible until the kid was too old for us to continue.

bA week later she (my mother) made good on her plans. She pulled up in a Coachman Concord 300DS complete with shower and bathroom facilities, kitchenette, TV’s the works. She apparently had spent the week learning to drive it and familiarizing herself with all the accoutrements. I must say I was impressed with the apparent roominess of the damn thing. Of course, after seeing it, Frank wanted one too. Sure, when we had an extra hundred thousand sitting around with nothing to do.

Most importantly the kids were all excited. Including Jack.

It was that night my mother extended the invite for him to spend the entire summer travelling around the western U. S. with her. The kid was ecstatic. The girls were pissed they weren’t invited as well, but they were somewhat pacified with Mom’s acknowledgement they too could have a turn in the following years.

Little did my son know, he’d be naked for the majority of the time he’d be with his grandmother. According to plan, he’d be exposed to people all over the West. I’m getting horny just retelling this. God, I wish I had been with them.

I do remember one positive point. My dear mother had actually taken the time to research childhood nudity laws in several of the target areas on the itinerary. There were many where the obscenity laws didn’t kick in until after the individual had gone through puberty. In fact, there were many communities in California alone where kids could live like nudists 365 days a year. Of course, they couldn’t attend school naked, but…

It was May 27^th and Mom had arrived to pick up Jack for the departure. I had fought with the boy to get him to wear the rather old-fashioned running shorts I’d found at a local sporting goods store, and the infamous Under Armor t-shirt he had to have. His lanky but shapely legs were a treat to behold. Wish I could say they were a treat for him to expose. He hated it. I took solace in the thought that they’d be tan when he came home. But my sincerest desire was to be sure his backside and boy parts bore as dark a tan as his legs and arms. Mom assured me they would.

We’d already worked on the plan. Actually, the only clothing items the kid was to have was what he was wearing. Those and a light jacket just in case. He thought we’d packed his clothes away and he was all set. The only thing I’d packed away was his toothbrush. I would have loved to have been there when Mom told him he didn’t have any clothes to wear. He wouldn’t need them.

The idea here was that Mom would text and e-mail nude images of Jack all along the way. I could then share them with family and friends. And text she did. It was a running illustrated journal.

The first week, the kid was soooo embarrassed. He actually had tears in his eyes as he’d cover his penis and scrotum with his hands. Apparently, at the first campground, Mom went out of her way to invite other campers, young and old, to join them for social gatherings at her camper. She’d use those gatherings so strangers could get to know her grandson better.

My mother’s reporting with images she sent along the way follows.

June

The first day after picking him up, I loved the awkwardness he had written all over his face because of the short shorts you made him wear. Those milk white legs were a bit unsightly but I knew in a matter of days they’d start getting some color to them. Regardless, they were smooth and athletic. That only added to my anticipation.

The first three or four hundred miles, he’d adjust the loose legs of his shorts so they hugged his thighs. I wasn’t aware you didn’t let him have underwear until he climbed back in the passenger seat after our second stop. He gave me a momentary flash view of his little boy package. Couldn’t help but think still pretty impressive for a twelve -year-old. Tight little ball sack.

I had to plan the unveiling that evening. The big move—naked from that point on. We pulled in to The Pines Campground just east of Erie, PA, at about five thirty in the afternoon. I parked and he helped me set up the RV—expand the sides, level the vehicle, etc. The whole time he was scanning the other campsites to make sure folks weren’t staring at him in his skimpy attire. It almost made me chuckle. Such a cute kid with such unrealistic worries.

We had burgers, chips, etc. for dinner. The sun slowly began to go down as we sat at the picnic table chatting with our small talk. Jack wanted to know why we--you Julie, and I—liked to make him wear shorts. I confessed we thought his body was beautiful and we wanted to let the world see as much of it as we could. Yeah, he was embarrassed with the answer.

Oh, BTW, he unthinkably sat with his legs spread giving me a direct view of his boy parts. I know, if he was aware, he’d have had an erection, but everything remained “relaxed”.

The bathroom in the RV is pretty tight. What should I have expected? They essentially packed a one room apartment into a truck frame. My move to inform him of my expectations came when I sent him in to the lavatory to get ready for bed. I told him to pass his clothes out through a crack in the door so I could put them in the dirty clothes basket. He did. Imagine his surprise when he finished undressing, wanted something to put on and I told him I hadn’t had a chance to wash his clothes so he could just stay naked.

For a while there, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to talk the nude kid out bathroom. He was adamant about not coming out exposed. I was just as adamant he would. I eventually won. He cupped his hand over the prize, but that didn’t prevent me from admiring his dimpled, tight young ass. He couldn’t cover both.

I decided not to fight over exposing his penis and scrotum. Patience would win out. We had all summer and he’d tire of covering before I would lose patience.

The following morning, I revealed my plan much to his dismay. I told him I liked seeing him naked so I thought I’d keep him that way. I wish you could have heard the debate that caused. He eventually was reduced to crying and begging for clothes. I tried to let him down easily.

It was like 7 or 7:30 the following morning, right after he showered, I sent him outside to “air dry” on bench assigned to our parking site. He was extremely resistant. I reached for the belt I’d hung next to the sink in the kitchenette. He quit holding his penis and switched to protect his backside expecting a whipping. I repeated my instruction for him to go out on the bench. Guess he weighed the alternatives and decided being naked outside without having his ass striped was better than being out there with stripes. He covered his boyhood and did as he was told.

Look at him. What a beautiful boy. Each time I check this image on my camera, I become a bit breathless. When your DNA and Frank’s melded who would have expected this perfect specimen? Of course, mine was buried in the mix too---ha! ha! That body, that penis, they’re works of art. His attempt to take his nakedness in stride would soon turn to shock and fear as more and more fellow campers started to stir and he was more aware that he was on display. By 8:30, he was hard as a rock begging to come back in the RV. That was right before I let him know, as far as I was concerned, he was fully clothed for the day. He wasn’t quite as amused after that. Look at him he’s perfect. He should be proud to flaunt himself publicly.

When you look at the image, don’t you just want to lovingly rub your hands all over it? I just wanted to tease that penis of his into a little boy stiffy, but it eventually happened all by itself.

I think he heard stirring in the RV parked in the next campsite and sought a reason to hide. He said he need to go to the bathroom and wanted to come in. I told him, as a boy, he would pee outside whenever he had to go. I pointed to the trees and grass as if to direct him. My explanation was limiting the number of times we had to empty the sanitation tank. I did let him in for breakfast in the dinette.

Turns out there was a retired couple camped next to us. As I cleaned up our breakfast mess, I saw them out having coffee at their table. I decided to introduce naked young Jack to them, basically, just to embarrass the boy. I told him to go out and retrieve some of the cookware from one of the outside storage compartments knowing full well he’d be exposed to that couple. Of course, he argued not to have to make that debut, but I pushed him out there. The older couple took it in stride and greeted him without a word about his nudity. His facial expression was that of a deer in the headlights.

I gave it a minute or two and went out as well. The neighbors and I engaged in conversation almost immediately. They were interested in his “lack of concern over being naked in public”. They admired his openness.

I told them the opposite was true. He was “body shy” and I was on a quest to break him of it. Then I made him walk over to their picnic pad and expose his penis and scrotum by putting his hands down. The result was mixture of his embarrassment and my pride. Jack had a four-inch boner sticking right out at them. Mature as they were, they didn’t even acknowledge the boy’s hard-on. They did reassure him of his handsomeness and told him he shouldn’t be so shy about his body. “You’re a good-looking young fellow. You don’t have anything to be shy about. Remember all little boys have the same equipment and everyone has seen boy parts before.”

They asked permission to take a few pictures of him with their cellphone. I made him pose for them.

We stayed at The Pines for two more days. Jack was nude the whole time. Other folks at the campground started referring to him as “the naked kid”. Nobody even suggested making him stay naked was inappropriate. In fact, they liked it and if cellphone cameras were any type of poll, he was very popular. Oh, he begged, but I was adamant.

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On June 8, we were off to Illinois. He took the “shotgun” seat naked as the day he was born. No complaints only a request to be allowed to wear something “even some underwear”. Imagine his reaction to the announcement that you hadn’t packed any.

He is definitely becoming more comfortable exposing his penis and scrotum to me. I’d have to admit, while riding, erections were few and far between and his cute little appendage was almost always openly displayed. I tried not to make any mention of it, but, as I’d pat his naked upper leg while driving, I’d have to fight the impulse to give it a little feel.

We stopped at a small camp ground just off the interstate in northern Illinois. His sensitivity to exposing himself became more apparent as we set up the camper. I made him go out naked and help me. Unfortunately, there wasn’t any sign of an audience and that kind of put him at ease. He did not want to eat outside insisting that we eat at the dinette table in the camper. Guess we still had work to do on his shyness issue.

The following morning, a family of five pulled in with the mother of all RV’s. Though the kids were generally younger—a boy about seven or eight, another who was probably five and a girl who must have been nine at the oldest. The parents appeared to be what one might call yuppies. I’d have bet the mother was into being a vegetarian who forbade the children candy. In both cases, I was wrong. So much for first impressions.

Jack was back on my bed watching TV. When I went into the camper, he was staring at some nature program and unconsciously fingering his penis as boys do. I ignored his penis manipulation and told him to “come out and meet the Mitchells”. He was nowhere ready to present himself naked to another set of strangers. I forced him to.

Leslie, the mother was first to question why Jack was naked. I explained the problem we were working on. John, the father, just kind of acknowledged Jack’s situation and said he could identify with that reluctance during his own pre-teen years. He mentioned his father’s generation was quite different. It was then Leslie suggested it might be a good idea to strip their boys in an effort to make them more comfortable with their own bodies so they might “dodge that bullet later in life”.

When her kids were introduced to Jack, I made him put his hands down so they might assess his boy parts. Neither of the Mitchell boys seemed the least bit interested giving him only momentary attention. They didn’t even comment on his nudity in general. Leslie tried to draw their attention by asking, “Doesn’t Jack have a nice penis?”

Response? Daniel, the seven-year-old, just shrugged his shoulders. The younger boy, Justin, just ignored the question all together. Both returned to playing with the campfire John had started.

Mary, the daughter, had a completely different interest in our boy’s penis and ball sack. Though she tried to act inconspicuous, she couldn’t hide her curiosity. Her staring at Jack’s mid-section was obvious.

Leslie told her boys to get undressed. Her explanation was if they took their clothes off, they could “be like Jack”. Really, there wasn’t a moment’s hesitation. Both stripped without comment or the least bit of shyness.

Between us, there was a lot of picture taking. I’m sure the Mitchell vacation will be immortalized and enjoyed by many of their friends and relatives over the years and Jack’s story will be retold both verbally and visually at those gatherings.

What was really cute was how Mary followed Jack everywhere. She was completely uninterested in her naked siblings. Their bodies were probably old hat to her. I’m not sure whether her attraction to Jack was based on the length of his penis, his age, or just interest in the fresh meat, but she went wherever he went. I had to remind him to spread his legs “so Mary can look at your penis”. I have to admit, I said it to reignite his embarrassment and it worked.

Why is it I was so inclined to make him let Mary feel his goods? I was, but I didn’t. Partly because I wasn’t sure where the Mitchells would draw the line. I still wish I’d given in to that inclination.

After a few days, we pulled up stakes and began our trek toward Montana. First, we had to make a provisions stop at a local supermarket. This was the first time in over ten days I reintroduced Jack to his shorts. As much as I would have loved to make him go in naked, the “No Shoes, No Shirt, No Service” sign was pretty plain.

I have to commit our boy’s argument to paper lest I forget. There he stood wearing only his skimpy shorts and athletic shoes making the argument the sign said “No Shirts”, so he couldn’t go in. I returned fire with, “Yeah, but it doesn’t say anything about pants. Want to trade? I’ll give you the shirt and you give me the shorts. Fair enough?” Needless to say, that shut down the argument.

I took the boy in bare but for his short shorts and athletic shoes in direct defiance of their policy. Apparently the “No Shirt” policy only applied post puberty. There was no mention of Jack being shirtless.

As we pushed the cart to the camper, I couldn’t help but notice Jack’s body was getting some color. His legs and torso were no longer cream colored. They had a light tan. The past week or so of nudity is paying off.

*****

Cute story. We were on our way from Illinois to a small town campground near a place called Loveland, Iowa. It’s just north of Omaha, Nebraska off Interstate 680. My still skittish naked grandson was riding in the co-pilot seat. Never planned on stopping in the Loveland area but it had a gas station and the sign showed a campground at the exit. I was tired. It checked all my boxes. We pulled off at Loveland. It was close to eight o’clock at night, still light out but the sun was sinking.

I asked Jack if he wanted to run into the convenience store at the gas station. He, of course, replied “Grandma, I’m naked. What are you crazy?” All I could do was laugh. I told him I was sure the people running the store knew what naked boys looked like and he’d be alright. He was not going to leave the RV. I asked if he would pump the gas after I got it started. I wanted to stretch my legs. Again, the pat argument. I looked around and mentioned there weren’t any other people there to take in his beauty. I explained the whole idea of him being naked all the time was to get him used to being seen by other people and at this rate he was failing his exams and wouldn’t be able to graduate from our program unless he started enjoying his boyhood and letting others enjoy it with him.

Long story made short, I made him pump the gas naked. I warned him that it didn’t matter who came while he was doing it, he wasn’t to cover his penis for any reason. He sandwiched himself between the RV and the pump and continued pumping with hypervigilance. The kid kept looking around like he was expecting a bus load to pull in or something. Just my luck, nobody else came. I did notice he didn’t go hard either. Nope kept that bad boy flaccid.

We pulled into the camping area about nine that night. He’d been sleeping with his head against the window, I didn’t have the heart to drag him into the campground office. Couldn’t stand up to the fight he’d put up about being naked. After he regained consciousness, I did make him get out and help me set up the RV. We parked in a site next to a large rental unit. Wasn’t til the next morning we met the occupants. Mary Jo and Jim Ridinger (I think that’s how they spelled it) and their ten-year-old son Daniel and his twelve-year-old sister Emily. Cute family. Needless to say, when I dragged my boy out to meet them the facial expressions were priceless. The four of them stood there with their mouths hung opened. Mary Jo and Jim both tried to act as though there was nothing notable about Jack’s nudity but it was evident they were perplexed. I explained the program to them and why Jack was naked.

Jack was extremely embarrassed. As we chatted, I had to swat his bare ass three or four times to remind him not to cover. Neither child’s eyes ever left Jack’s boy parts even after they closed their mouths. I apologized if I’d embarrassed their daughter with Jack’s nakedness. They were very cordial and explained Danny was naked in front of the girl frequently. Nothing new there except for how well-hung Jack seemed to be. We shared lunch in an impromptu cookout. Jim teased Jack telling him to put his hotdog on the grill and he’d cook it for him. Took a few minutes for it to sink into Jack he was teasingly referring to his penis. Emily got it right away. She explained it to Danny as he must have been on the same planet as Jack.

The real surprise came when Mary Jo told Danny to get undressed. When he complained and fought the order, she explained it’d make Jack more comfortable. He insisted he didn’t want to. I tried to come to the boy’s defense telling his mother that wouldn’t be necessary. She confided that she wanted to make the boy run around naked “if for no other reason than to even out his tan”. She repeated her directive and he argued. Finally, she summoned the boy’s father and told him to make his son strip naked for Jack’s sake. Jim echoed his wife’s command, “Take your clothes off Danny. You’ll be just fine.”

Again, the boy fought the order. Jim just said, “Danny you don’t want to go there. Get your clothes off now!”

Danny caved. Emily laughed as her brother pouted and removed his clothes. Like Jack, he stopped at his briefs, but a single swat from Daddy’s hand initiated the removal. Just like Jack he clutched his average sized little penis. I did think to myself whatever doctor did the kid’s hood removal was a little sloppy. In my learned opinion, Danny’s three inch boner had a rather bulky turtle neck.

It did put Jack more at ease having a fellow forced nudist to hang out with. No pun intended. After an hour or so, both boys were flaccid once again. By dinner time, Jim had fired up the grill and the boys had really bonded. Emily had long since put her cellphone up and wasn’t taking the boys’ pictures. I think she had totally acclimated to having two naked male agemates and so she started hanging with her mother and me.

I must say Jim kept the Mojitos coming all afternoon. Thank God we were parked and “home”. I was a bit beyond tipsy.

Just when I thought nothing erotic was going to occur, the boys started play wrestling. We adults just watched and laughed. Emily decided to take on a coaching role, shouting directions to one or the other. The perennial favorite directive of mine and her parents was “Pull on his thing. Grab it and pull on it!” Guess that girl wasn’t a disinterested as I thought. I wanted to yell “Do it! Do it!”, but I hadn’t gotten that drunk.

I think watching those cute little asses and genitals rolling around or pressed against their opponents, especially dick to face and such was highly erotic to watch. I know Mary Jo and Emily got off on it. Though Jim acted disinterested, I saw him watching and smiling. At one point, Jack was sitting across Danny’s chest, holding his arms extended above his head. His erect dick head was within inches of Danny’s mouth. Emily started shouting, “Put it in his mouth.” At that point, her father intervened. “Let’s not encourage such things, young lady. That’s enough.”

I’ve attached a photo of the boys wrestling. Tell me they aren’t cute.

That evening as we sat by the campfire, Mary Jo told the boys to stand up from the logs they were sitting on. She ordered them to spread their legs, followed by an order to “Play with yourselves. Just stand there and play with your penises—rub them, pull them. Squeeze them. Make them hard. Don’t stop until I tell you to.”

Needless to say the boys were quite embarrassed. I was really overwhelmed with a rush of hormones. Emily was all eyes as the boys reluctantly began hardening under their own manhandling. Even Jim was entertained as he chuckled and made lewd remarks. This was so amusing, I took mental note to making my grandson do this as often as I could during the rest of the trip.

*****

We finally arrived in Silver City. I had to take the time to look up Frank’s grandmother. She’s in her late eighties and I wanted to reintroduce Jack to his Great Grandmother. You should have seen the boy when I told him to get his naked ass out of the RV and go up and knock on her door. He didn’t want to. I tried to convince him there was nothing to be afraid of that she’d raised boys and had seen many a little boy naked. He continued to resist and I threatened to spank him if he didn’t go knock on her door. She was expecting us. Just not expecting her great-grandson to be nude when he arrived. Gammy, was ecstatic to see him when she opened the door. It was almost as if she didn’t notice the kid was au naturel. After an awkward hug—hers sincere, Jack’s that of a stranger—she pushed our boy off to arm’s length to take in the boy’s physique including the penis, backside.

Jack was and is really embarrassed to be bare assed. He seemed so traumatized when Gammy examined his penis and ball sack I thought he’d die. I had to explain to him she was his Daddy’s grandmother and she raised boys for many years. Feeling and looking at their penises was just something she and other mothers of years ago did to make sure they were growing up healthy. She wasn’t, as kids today put it, “copping a feel”. She was just checking him out. Of course, he still didn’t like it. I told him it was too bad and that she could feel his penis whenever she wanted (and so could you and I. Bet I will before you will, ha, ha!).

I got in on the hug. I must admit it’d been years since I’d seen her. I only remembered times she’d come visit Frank’s mother back in the seventies. Long time ago! She tells me she’d never seen Jack before. Maybe it’s because she and her husband retired in Nevada. Kind of far from southern New Hampshire, isn’t it?

We’re plugged in at Gammy’s. She invited us to use her guest bathroom, and we definitely will. Shower’s not so crowded and I won’t have to schedule another sanitary dump until we’re back on the road.

Apparently, Carolyn, your sister-in-law, is going to come out here with her husband and kids for a visit next week. Looks like Jack and I will be here for a while so he can see the family and Mikey’s familiar face this far from home. I’ll send you a photo of the boys when they finally get together. Hope Carolyn wants Mikey to run around naked too. Jack won’t feel so picked on.

Gammy keeps commenting on what a handsome kid her great-grandson is. She loves watching his penis and “cute bare backside”. Of course, our boy is hard most of the time. He hasn’t gotten comfortable yet. He will. Gammy wants to know if we’ll be here long enough for her to share Jack with her friends. I assured her we’d stay until a few days after Carolyn and her crew arrive. For the most part, our boy is bored. He’s watching TV out in the RV. I think I’ll make a new rule that he has to stay in the house with us no more TV in the RV. Gammy isn’t going to be here much longer and knowing her great-grandson makes her proud. No, he’ll be in here with us until bedtime.

*****

Often when I look at Jack’s tight little, dimpled ass. I want so badly to take a belt to it. I don’t know what drives me to desire such a morbid thing, but I do. I resist reminding myself I’m his loving grandmother and such desires are unnatural, or are they? Just know I would never take a belt to him unless he really needed it.

Jack was introduced to a little boy named Patrick. He’s the son of one of Gammy’s neighbors. He’s Jack’s age. Gammy felt he could play with him to help pass time. Of course, Patrick’s first question was “Why are you naked?” Jack told him it was because his Grandma made him stay naked. Patrick’s mother was a bit surprised and I reassured her that Patrick could keep his clothes on. I also explained Jack’s problem with body shyness and we were trying to break him of it. You should have seen Jack trying to beg out of walking down to Patrick’s house to play his Playstation. It’s only six or seven houses down the street. Keep in mind, our boy almost has to be whipped to go from the RV to Gammy’s house and we’re parked at the curb fifty feet away. If he’s embarrassed to cross Gammy’s lawn, I guess six or seven houses down the street would be a bit embarrassing. Who’d think showing his penis would have that much influence?

I tried the level headed Grandma approach. You know, “Jack it’s just a little way down the street. Nobody’s going to pay any attention to you. Don’t be rude go play at Patrick’s house. Be home for dinner.” He wouldn’t. I started getting angry at his insolence. Gammy finally took him by the hand and walked him down the sidewalk. His hard penis was swaying and she talked to him sweetly as we walked at her slow pace. Each time he’d try to cover his item, she’d swat his bare ass with her hand. At her age I’m sure it didn’t hurt, but he got the message and would let it swing. I just tagged along behind and tried not to laugh.

I wish you could have seen Jack’s face when we got to Patrick’s house. He lived next door to two little girls, Alecia and Amy. I’d guess Alecia was Jack and Patrick’s age, but Amy was a few years younger.

It was bad enough Jack had to be exposed completely naked to two girls, but he and Patrick were invited to play in the sprinkler at their house. Apparently, the girls were intrigued by Jack’s penis. Can you blame them? Anyway, Alecia decided to cop not just a feel, but she grabbed his whole package balls and all. Jack says she hurt him, but I don’t think so. He hauled off and punched her. She went in the house crying. I was summoned to play the role of surrogate parent. Now, Alecia’s mother was livid that a boy his age would hit a girl. I argued she shouldn’t have grabbed his penis without asking, but remained calm. Everything was on even keel until I reminded Jack his boy parts were there to share with other kids. He cried and started his tirade. His frustration brought him to a full bawl in front the girl’s mother, father, Gammy and me.

Gammy put her hand on his shoulder and tried to calm him down. He threw her arm off him and yelled at her, “Go to hell you old lady. Leave me alone.”

No kid, for that matter no middle-aged adult should talk to a gentle old woman like that. I got pissed. So pissed, I asked the girls’ father to take a belt to him for that. He tired to beg off arguing I was his grandmother and I should do it myself. It was evident he was uncomfortable with applying his belt to some strange kid’s ass. I was adamant. “Okay, then lend me one of your belts and I’ll do it! Disrespect is not going to be tolerated from my grandson. Either you beat him or I will!”

I don’t know if it was my anger, my compelling case for disciplining the kid, or what, but the man removed his belt from his trousers. I thought he was going to hand it to me, but he didn’t. He took Jack over to an arm chair and made him grab the cushion.

At this point, Gammy was arguing for clemency. She said he was “just upset”. “He didn’t mean it. Let’s just let it go.”

I was truly angry with the boy. I argued back at her that he needed to pay the price for his insolence. He needed to think twice before he ran his mouth. The spanking was due and he should get it.

I then told the gentleman (I don’t think I ever caught his name) to really make an impression to really lay into him.

I’ll never forget the first snap when that belt hit Jack’s ass. It was like a rifle shot. Jack grunted and lurched forward. His face bore a scowl as he grit his teeth under the pain. It was what I’d consider a young boy’s attempt at bravery. I think it scared the hell out of Alecia. Patrick’s eyes were bulging. Yeah, there was a visible red stripe crossing between both cheeks. Then another snap. Once again, Jack lunged forward. He once again grit his teeth but this time he had tears begin to roll and there was an audible whimper. I hate to say it but I was enjoying watching it. Each lash subsequent to the third resulted in a lunge and more audible crying. After the fifth, the boy began begging for cessation and pleading a promise to never do it again. I think the girls’ father was beginning to enjoy the activity. It was after the fifth that the gentleman looked toward me with his eyes questioning “enough?” I just nodded to continue. I was both pissed, but sadistically entertained. He must have planted at least three or four well timed stripes on Jack’s backside. After doing so, he put the belt down without deferring to my judgement as if to say “enough”.

As Jack rose, tears streaked his face and snot ran freely from his nose. He couldn’t talk as he choked and sniffled.

Gammy tried to cuddle him again. He didn’t rebuff her attempt to comfort him. As she hugged him, I couldn’t help my marvel that this hurting puppy was sporting an erection. What’s with that? One would think if you had your ass beaten, your penis would behave. I pointed it out to the “executioner”. He informed me it had to do with the blood distribution a good belting caused. Who’d have thought? Rarely having witnessed young boys being severely, physically corrected before, I never remember noticing it. Times I corrected Jack I used my hand on his bare backside but that never happened that I can remember. Oh well, live and learn.

Gammy kissed him and told him to go out and run through the sprinkler. “It’ll cool your bottom off!” She walked him to the door and ushered him out to the backyard.

Shamelessly, I have to confess I did enjoy watching him get his ass busted. I wasn’t disappointed. Would I like to see it again? If he ever is that disrespectful, yeah, I would. Would I consider it a spectator sport or would I like to be a player? I kind of liked watching it. All the sadism but none of the guilt. Let justice prevail.

Jack was uncomfortable sitting for two days. That first afternoon I don’t think he sat once. That second day he still had remnants of pink stripes and some discoloration from bruising. I have to say, he was polite to Gammy for the remainder of the stay. Guess there’s something to be said about inflicting well deserved pain to little boys’ naked asses. It gets results. You can be thankful your Daddy and I felt little girls shouldn’t be disciplined boy style.

*****

Carolyn, Frank and Mikey arrived today. They stayed at motels and ate fast foods for the last five days to get here. Frank said he envied me the RV. Neither was surprised to see Jack naked. Carolyn told me you called her and filled her in. She and Frank made Mikey strip as well. Apparently, they liked the idea, and, of course, Gammy loved the young boys running around naked, so do her neighbors. I’ve had to force Jack to present himself to neighbors who summon him for a look or a photo op.

You know, it’s kind of surreal to be so far from home in a strangely new terrain and having someone from home show up. Who’d have thought we’d meet up out here in Nevada. Glad we did. Carolyn and her hoard arrived today. They stayed at motels and ate fast foods for the last five days to get here. Frank said he envied me the RV. Neither was surprised to see Jack naked. Carolyn told me you called her and filled her in. She and Frank made Mikey strip as well. Apparently, they liked the idea, and, of course, Gammy loved the young boys running around naked, so do her neighbors. I’ve had to force Jack to present himself to neighbors who summon him for a look or a photo op.

One of my favorite things that happened was when I used Mary Jo’s “show” forcing Jack to play with himself for all comers. He was red faced, humbled and embarrassed as he stroked his penis for all to watch and record both on video and in photos. There he stood yanking on and flipping his stiff penis before the audience of neighbors and our extended family. Mikey was extremely embarrassed as well rightfully expecting he’d be forced to join Jack in such demonstrations.

You know, it’s kind of surreal to be so far from home in a strangely new terrain and having someone from home show up. Who’d have thought we’d meet up out here in Nevada. Glad we did.

Oh, I attached a photo Carolyn took of Gammy and me with Jack and Mikey. Aren’t the boys cute? Only thing to note is Mikey’s fine with being naked, Jack not so much. Guess it goes back to the age thing we talked about that night at your house. You can see it in the photo. Check it out, Jack’s still getting his share of “stiffies”. Mikey not so much. Never fear, Gammy loves our boy’s hard ons. Says it’s a perfectly understandable reaction for a boy Jack’s age.

Jack, Mikey and Patrick are out in the yard playing with a Slip-N-Slide. Two nudies and a good-looking little guy in shorts. Patrick’s mother told us he could be naked too anytime we had him over here. I told her I kind of liked having him clothed, or partially clothed, it gave an interesting contrast to the naked boys. I just wish we’d set the damned Slip-N-Slide up in the front yard, but we didn’t. It’d have been more entertainment for me if Jack was as publicly displayed as possible. The front yard would have been just the ticket. Maybe he’ll be invited to Patrick’s house and he and Mikey will have to saunter down there naked. Maybe this time Gammy and I won’t have to pull him down there. Shit, Mikey would go in a minute. Kid’s not the least bit embarrassed showing off his junk to the world, but we still have a long way to go with Jack.

Carolyn likes to cuddle Mikey when they watch TV. She sets him in her lap, legs spread, package on full display. Really, it’s about the only time Mikey gets hard. Anyway, she hugs and kisses the kid in a motherly way. He eats it up. It doesn’t take long for him to forcefully put her hand in his lap. She gently fondles the kid’s balls and penis as they watch TV. He gets stiff and she continues. Nothing sexual, just loving contact. Wonder what would happen if I followed suit with Jack? I’ll give it a try tomorrow night. I’d do love the boy and would enjoy pleasuring him.

Gammy came in and sat right next to Carolyn and Mikey. She conversed as calmly as if they were having coffee in the kitchen. At one point, she reached in and relieved Carolyn momentarily. Mikey just smiled at her. It warmed my heart to see the gentleness and lovingness of the moment.

*****

Okay, I was almost breathless about putting our boy on my lap like Carolyn does with Mikey. I waited for her to do it. Jack was sitting on the floor cross-legged and unconsciously playing with his penis as he watched television. Unsolicited, Mikey climbed in Carolyn’s lap. Frank just ignores those goings on. I don’t think Mikey’s nudity or his mother’s fondling bother him in the least. Hell, he looks over there and converses with her as she plays with Mikey’s stiffy. Just as a precursor I mustered up the courage to ask him if Mikey’s seeking to be fondled bothered him. He said not at all. Then he said, “We love Mikey. If we can make him feel good in a loving way, why wouldn’t we. I mean, people rub kids’ backs, feet or legs. What makes those parts or their asses so taboo? If she was coaxing him to have sexual contact, I’d have a problem, but there’s no oral or anal contacts that go on.” Then he teased her, “Sometimes she rims his hole with her finger, but never takes the dive!” He laughed.

Has she been doing that with Mikey all along? I thought it was just us who wanted to be that “affectionate” with our boy. Are there other mothers with the same drives or is it some kind of weird family thing? Food for thought.

I took it as a green light to invite Jack to my lap for some of the same. He refused citing some reason or another. I wouldn’t be denied. After a bit of bantering, Frank just told him firmly that “Your Grandmother said to sit on her lap. I think I’d do as I was told.” He glanced at his belt buckle. That’s all it took. So much for a warm introduction to the whole situation. Hesitantly, Jack climbed on board. Good Lord, the kid is growing, he’s heavier than one would expect, but the pleasure of the nude eleven-year-old sitting there was heart-warming to me. I began by just hugging him and cuddling a bit. I really wondered if he’d put my hands on his package the way Mikey did. You know, signal his acceptance. He didn’t, so I just rubbed and tickled his back and legs. I must admit, each time I’d come up his legs, I found myself approaching his penis and scrotum closer and closer. He definitely was aware of the encroachment. At first, he would close his legs around his penis, turn and look me in the eye with an all knowing look. I ignored it.

About fifteen or twenty minutes in, he spread his legs releasing his erect penis. When I rubbed his upper legs after that, I came all the way up until my hands brushed his glans. His penis bounced, but he didn’t react. The next time, I included his glans in the massage, pinching it and rolling it around between my thumb and finger. No reaction. I released his tip and worked on his back. I figured I could play hard to get, too. I wanted to massage his balls and I know he wanted me to, but I stayed on his back and calves leaving his boyhood alone. He liked the taste I’d given him, but I was damned if I’d rub those parts without making him “beg” for it.

Carolyn knew the game I was playing. She winked at me. Frank was oblivious to what was going on.

I kind of gave in, “You know, Jack, if there’s any place on your body you want me to rub, you can put my hand there. You don’t have to ask. I’m your Grandmother and there’s no place on your body that should be embarrassing for me to touch.”

Gammy smiled and nodded at me in very approving way.

I returned to rubbing his upper legs. All the time frustrated at coming so close, but putting the ball in Jack’s court. I wanted to fondle his cute boy parts but felt he needed to suffer the unfulfilled desires unless he actively sought the attention. It took fifteen more minutes of coming right up to his penis and scrotum, but not doing more than briefly brushing them with my pinky finger as I passed, before he took my hand and firmly planted it on his package. Just to “rub it in”, I asked him, “Do you want me to rub your penis and testicles?” I wanted him to admit and commit to it. I wanted him to feel there wasn’t anything wrong with it and that he was in-charge.

He muffled out a “Yeah.”

There’s nothing like forced nudity to help a boy grow. Absolutely, nothing. In fact, all boys should be kept naked from cradle to puberty, or even shortly thereafter. Instead society is going the opposite direction. I understand the privacy little girls are entitled to, it’s biblical. Not so for boys. Girls need the modesty of clothing.

It's been a good week. I think we’ll stay at Gammy’s until Carolyn and Frank leave. Goes without saying, her neighbors are enjoying the little boy exhibit.

Gammy smiled and Carolyn winked again. I don’t think Frank or Mikey were even aware of the whole transaction. They were glued to the TV.

As I stroked his penis and ball sack, the kid relaxed. His legs automatically became more splayed for full access. He acted like he was watching the television show, but I don’t think he had any idea of what he was looking at. He liked the fondling. Five minutes in we got a dry orgasm. His body flinched and he raised his ass off my lap an inch or two before crashing down again. He acted like he didn’t notice it, but I think he liked it. He had to have. I know I felt proud to have made him experience such a good feeling. I know Gammy was aware of it, but not a word was said. I have to admit, I wish I’d been more aware of this stuff while I was raising your brother. I’d have taught you to do it to him, too. One of my life’s regrets. Wait til I get him home. We’ll get you and the girls started doing it with him. Just think about his reaction to having his sisters fondling him. He’ll be soooo embarrassed.

Did you ever watch when Frank whipped Jack’s bare ass? What a ride such a sight would provide. You want the whole thing to pass, but you want it done too. It gets a whole lot of erotic juices flowing. You love the kid, but you want to watch the ultimate level of hurt employed. Oh sure, if you’re still pissed at him, you’re eager to watch it. But if you think about it, you really don’t want him hurt, but you really do. Weird mix of maternal feelings. Maybe it’s one human--wanting to watch a boy writhe in pain for justice’s sake. The other more maternal--you want to protect him from hurt. Either way I wrestle with those feelings every time I see the kid standing there with that beautiful tight ass. I’m telling you I want an excuse to either watch him get it from one of the men or do it myself. I worry that I’m going to do it or have it done for something insignificant. How sadistic can I be?

Tell Frank, before we left his Gammy’s, she reminded me that his cousin Glenn lives New Mexico and he apparently would love for us to stop on the swing back home. Hadn’t planned on going to New Mexico, at least stopping any place there, but what the hell, I’d love to see Santa Fe. You know all the art stuff and all. I’m sure Santa Fe would love to see Jack, and boy would they see him! Anyway, we’ll stop by Glenn’s place.

When you and Frank were growing up, Frank’s mother and father graced both boys’ bare asses with a belt on many occasions, at least that’s what Frank’s mother told me. The two of them used to be joined at the hip and they would get into the damnedest situations. Kind of glad we lived down the street from Frank’s family. Not having boys myself, I used to wait for summer just to see those two running around shirtless, in a pair of shorts, more often than not barefoot. It was a time in history that was all too brief. Boys wore those jogging shorts, with or without knee socks. Loved the fashion especially when the knee socks weren’t worn. Hell, they’ go to school with their butt cheeks hanging out of those shorts. Only lasted a few years and then some fashion designer decided to invent board shorts. Why?

During that period, it wasn’t uncommon to get what I used to call “teasers”. Some boy would squat down or sit and his short-shorts would slide up exposing his boyhood. God, those were cute times. There’d be his little dick and usually tight ball sack peeking out at you. How cute was that?

Actually, the first time I got to check out your husband and his cousin Glenn they must have been nine or ten. It was during a boys’ swim session at the school pool. They’d opened it for the kids in the community during the Fall and Winter months. Because boys were expected to swim nude, boys and girls had separate sessions. Girls had to wear single piece suits and bathing caps during their sessions. You probably don’t remember, but women and girls could sit in the bleachers and watch the boys swim naked as the day they were born. Didn’t seem to faze them, but boys today would have a shit fit. We know Jack would have a shit fit. Well, at least until after I’m done with him, he would.

July

Here’s a photo I took of Jack at Mount Rushmore. It was pretty early in the morning so I made him go naked to the observation point. He, of course, wasn’t going to get out of the RV. Said he could see it out the window. But I threatened to use the belt. One of these days I convinced I’m going to give him a taste of the damn thing. I’m getting tired of threatening.

I know I’m biased as his grandmother, but every time I look at the photo I can’t help but think the monument isn’t the only sculpted thing. Just wish he was squeezing those butt cheeks when I took it. I love it when he’s standing with those tight calf muscles and dimples in in cheeks. Shortly after I took the picture a tour van pulled in so the tourists could get out at the overlook, Jack begged to quickly return to the RV in an attempt to limit the damage to his ego. I made him stay for a few more shots and warned him not to cover. Damned if the tourists weren’t more interested in him than the Presidents. Lots of other pics out there. Some of the folks even asked me for permission to take some. Most didn’t.

I asked Jack if he wanted to visit the gift shop at the Monument. Even offered to let him wear his shorts and flip-flops. He tried to negotiate the t-shirt as well. I gave him a generous offer—the shorts or the t-shirt, one or the other. He decided neither and we headed to Wyoming.

I have to tell you, I truly love the occasional compliments I hear from strangers about Jack’s body, particularly when they are about his “item of interest”. He gets visibly embarrassed and that only makes my enjoyment stronger. In the evenings, I hold him on lap with his legs spread and while I manipulate his boy parts we discuss such things. I’m beginning to buy his reasoning that such compliments about his penis and legs are taken by him as making him feel like he’s different from other boys. It really kind of makes sense. I keep telling him he has a beautiful body and his penis and legs are some of the things that make “my little boy very beautiful”, and that it makes me proud to show them off.

I just saw the Mount Rushmore photo again. Look at that ass. And those legs, those beautiful legs. We shouldn’t allow him to wear long pants any time. I’m not sure we should allow clothes, but I know nudity is not always possible.

August

“The Eagle has landed” at Glenn’s. I didn’t know he and his wife were so successful--large, beautiful home on what I image is 20 -30 acres. He hasn’t changed a bit--still a loud backslapper, but as I said it’s worked out for him. As we did our navigation thing to get here, Jack begged to put on shorts or underwear so he didn’t have to meet them nude. Fat chance I’d let that happen. Apparently, Gammy had told him about Jack’s predicament as he and Joyce, his wife, were anxious to see “this famous penis”. I couldn’t help but notice as he hugged Jack, he caressed his bare ass rubbing his hand gently over our boy’s cheeks and then giving him a gentle pat down there. Neither of them was very good at hiding their interest in his penis, which, by the way, was standing tall. God, I love showing the kid off. Even among relatives!

Wonder if Glenn or Joyce would like to fondle the kid for a while. It goes without saying I wouldn’t object. He would I’m sure, but the threat of the belt would loom and he knows it.

Don’t know if you or Frank have seen Glenn since he moved out here. I’ve attached a photo of him with his wife and youngest daughter at a backyard bar-b-que. Check out Jack pulling on his third leg. Abby giggled at seeing him doing that and teased, “I wish I could do that”. I said, “Well, Honey, don’t be shy go over and pull it!” Time sure does fly. Grown man with ten-year-old and married daughter. Ten years between the two kids? One has to wonder about such “Spring and Fall” pregnancies. “Surprise! You’re going to be parents again, in your forties.” Oh well, Abby’s a cute kid. Very vivacious. And she can’t hide her attention to her naked cousin.

Joyce wants a grandchild, who doesn’t? She pats Jack’s knee often and says , “and I hope it’s a boy like you”. I think she likes seeing him naked. I know Abby, the young daughter does.

I wish you could have seen Abby’s face when I asked her if she’d like to introduce Jack to some of her friends. Her response, “You mean naked?” She went bug eyed when I responded to her “he isn’t going to be allowed clothes unless your mom or dad asks, so I guess he will be naked”. Jack got that scared look on his face when I told her that.

Glenn can’t get over Jack’s defensiveness toward being naked. He reminisced with Jack about how he and his Daddy used to strip naked and spend a day running around in the woods. “It made us feel naughty, but it also made us feel free.” He followed with sharing his experiences with forced nudity as a kid when he and Frank went to the pool at the Y, the Boys’ Club, scout camp, and even when Gammy would make them play naked with the sprinkler in her yard. He also reminisced about playing with each other’s penises during those times in the woods and on sleepovers. He confessed that he and Frank were always “feeling each other up”. He asked Jack, if he ever does stuff like that with his friends. Of course, our boy was too embarrassed to admit it, but I’ll bet he does. Slapping Jack’s upper thigh, he reassured him, “Don’t worry, you’ll outgrow those desires in a few years.”

He cradled Jack’s now hard again penis in his hand and said, “Yep that’s a beauty for a kid your age. You oughta’ be proud of it. You shouldn’t get much razzing in the locker room at school next year, most of the others should be a bit envious.”

As he supported Jack’s appendage, Glenn nodded toward his daughter as if to seek permission from me for her to feel it. Not sure if that was his intent, I returned a positive nod to him. “Abby, wanna’ feel your cousin’s boy things? Those little boys you babysit aren’t quite as inviting I’m sure.”

Abby approached my shocked grandson and gently wrapped her hand around his penis. That blueish pink pecker head peeked out the top of her fist. Jack’s whole body went stiff as a board with embarrassment and concern. I had to laugh as I found the scene both amusing and erotic. “Abby any time you want to feel his treasures, just tell him to spread his legs. If he gives you the least bit of trouble just let me know.”

We stayed at Glenn’s for three days. Abby had many of her friends over for impromptu visits. I wonder why. On our departure Glenn told me to tell you guys he likes what you’re doing to the boy. His wife would have loved to have had a boy so she could have done this kind of thing to him when he was older. I have attached a photo of Abby and one of her little friends playing with Jack’s penis. I really think he liked it, but he’d never admit it. Isn’t that the cutest thing you’ve ever seen? As I look at it I can’t help but say to myself, “Yeah, for an eleven-year-old, the kid’s gifted.” Katie, Abby’s friend was really into balls. Frank, Joyce and I had to caution her about her pinches all day long—“easy girl you can hurt him if you pinch too hard down there”.

The visit at Glenn’s was not without incident. The girls were asked to take Jack on a tour of the ranch. I allowed him to put on his shoes at Glenn’s recommendations. Glenn distinctly reminded the girls to stay out of the barn and not to open the gate to the corral. Being a “city slicker” it was kind of exciting hearing the warnings. He repeated his instructions and asked the three of them, Jack included, if they understood the prohibitions. They all nodded their understanding. He told them if he found them violating the rules they’d be punished.

Out they went. We sat in the kitchen sharing old memories of when Glenn and Frank were little and we were neighbors. I don’t think it was an hour after the kids went out that Abby ran in and very excitedly announced, “Daddy, Jack opened the corral gate and Thunder got loose.” Glenn shouted and expletive and hurriedly went out the kitchen door.

Apparently, Thunder was a young stallion who didn’t like confinement. It took Glenn the better part of an hour to round him up and return him to the corral. The kids had since been sent back into the house. When Glenn came in he asked them what rules were outlined before they went out there. They all, including Jack, remembered the “Don’t open the corral” rule. The girls kept insisting Jack did it and they told him not to. Jack took the “I didn’t know…” defense. The discussion culminated with “You girls go to your rooms and don’t come out until we tell you, you can.” Jack wasn’t so lucky. “And you are going to get a sound spanking to help you remember to follow directions.”

I couldn’t see any injustice in what was happening. Actually, I was glad Glenn felt he had the authority to spank Jack. Let’s face it he’d been told not to open the corral, not just by Glenn but also by the girls, he did it anyway. Glenn had to spend all that time chasing the damned horse. Jack deserved a good spanking. Glenn took us into the living room after he’d rounded up a belt. Jack started crying before the first lash landed. Let me tell you, Glenn is no slouch when it comes to correcting a boy. Guess he learned that back when he and Frank were kids.

I did take a photo of Jack being bent over and Glenn ready to take care of business. Jack’s ass wasn’t so “pale” after Glenn got done with it. I think the girls could hear the whole ordeal from their rooms. Joyce explained why the girls got restriction and Jack got the belt. She didn’t have to, but I think she felt I would question it. Made sense. First, Jack did the deed after being told not to. That was sufficient. The girls were with him, so they were accomplices not perpetrators. And she and Glenn felt corporal punishment should be reserved for young boys, not girls. I couldn’t agree more.

Glad we stopped in New Mexico. Both to see Glenn after all these years and to visit some art galleries. Glenn’s girls sure did enjoy their ability to feel Jack’s naked body. Hope they learned a lot about the male anatomy. They sure were thorough touching and watching and experimenting.

We’re off today and headed home. I’ve given thought to heading east to the Big Easy. Not sure there’s anything there for Jack though so we may just head north to Oklahoma. Once I decide, I’ll get back to you.

*****

As I drive along our highways, I look over at my naked young passenger as he sleeps in the co-pilot seat. I wonder why he doesn’t just go back to the bed for his naps. But I’m glad he doesn’t. I love to look over at his naked body and particularly enjoy the various states or postures his penis takes as he moves and sleeps. It’s truly amazing that my marveling at those parts that make him a boy hasn’t caused me to wreck the damned motor home. I really can’t get enough of the boy’s nudity. I frequently contemplate the feeling of massaging his stiffies and the feel of the cleft that separates the shaft from his knob. I never realized a kid’s penis could be such a pleasure. Of course, we know what a grown man’s can do. But sexual gratification from adult contacts isn’t the same as the pleasure one gets from exploring the mechanics of a young boy’s body. Heck, even rubbing Jack’s feet is more pleasurable than rubbing your father’s. I mean we have no desire for intercourse from our boys it’s more plutonic than that. Just tough to figure. I could rub Jack’s package all day long and enjoy it, but still never pine for sexual activities other than the fondling. I guess it truly is exercising the dominance of forcing him to be naked in front of others that drives my erotic feelings around the boy. The more hesitant he is the more I like it.

I’ve thought myself into feeling his glans with one hand while keeping the other on the wheel. Hope he doesn’t wake up. God, I’d keep him naked for the next two years if it was up to me.

Really rubbery as I pinch it. Limp as a cooked noodle. The remnants of the foreskin are intriguing. Ooooppppsss, there it goes. It’s coming alive. Getting harder. I bet the kid is awake. Oh well, both hands back on the wheel.

The little shit just shifted his position putting his penis within easier grasp. Bet he’s awake and just inviting more of my attention. I can’t do it. I have to drive. Oh, there he goes draping one leg over the arm of the seat the other on the floorboard. He’s spreading to entice me to touch him again. Love to, but I can’t.

As often as I’ve gazed upon it, I’ve never thought much about his anus. There it is front and center. All during the trip I’ve pulled anal inspections just to make sure we didn’t have unsanitary deposits on our seats and chairs. Good thing I packed those wet wipes. You know every time I cleaned his poop chute it reminded me of changing his diaper. I really enjoyed actually flipping that penis side to side during the clean-up. Remember the thrill of inserting the thermometer in there? When did we decide we would go to oral rather than anal temperature management with him? I wonder if he’s ever had an enema, I’ll ask you about it when I get home. I may explore his hole a bit tonight while I massage him. He’ll hate it, and I will completely enjoy his humiliation when I do it. I never felt a prostate before, maybe tonight, huh?

I keep telling myself to quit such thoughts, I’m his Grandma. I’m not supposed to be thinking about such things. Sleep, Baby, sleep.

*****

I have to jot this down lest I forget it. Cute! Really cute!

I pulled into a rest area just to give us a chance to stretch our legs. Hopefully, Jack will stretch his third leg too. And, he did.

Every time I’d make such a stop, I’d tell him we needed to walk around a bit, he’d argue he was fine and he could stretch in the RV. My motive was also to put my beautiful boy on display and feed my horny desire to embarrass the hell out of my naked boy to complete strangers. His motivation was to avoid that at all costs. We must have been 30 miles from a place called Vega, Texas just off I40. We’d gone through the usual arguments about getting out in the fresh air and walking around a bit. As I had each time we’d done this I tried to explain that everyone has seen naked little boy and the look pretty much all alike and the fact that he didn’t know any of the people who’d see him naked didn’t know who he was nor did he know who they are. So what’s the problem? It was probably three or four in the afternoon and I told him he was going out to the grassy area at the rest stop with me and that was final.

He did. To my disappointment, there were few other motorists wandering around the grassy area—just some old lady walking her lap dog and a young mother with an infant in one of those slings or bags or whatever you’d call it and what appeared to be a five or six year old young girl. I’d guess her daughter. Jack caught the eye of all, except maybe the infant. The old lady smiled and stared. The young woman with the two kids also smiled approvingly and nodded to me. The little girl was an entirely different story. She tugged on her mother’s blouse and pointed at Jack. Not hard to tell what she was looking at or that it was a novelty to see one.

(I took the time to click this photo. I’m glad I did, it’s one of my all-time favorites of the kid. I think I’ll have it blown up to poster size and hang it in my living room when I get home. Looking at it, don’t you just want to run your hands all over that handsome young body?)

Now our boy wasn’t oblivious to the attention. “Peter” responded to the stares and, I’m sure, at what Jack logically suspected was being pointed out by the little girl.

The young woman must have been fifty feet away but her blushing was unmistakable as she obviously and unsuccessfully tried to direct her daughter’s attention elsewhere. If you ask me her embarrassment was over her daughter’s reaction more than Jack’s naked body.

The old lady with the lap dog headed back to her vehicle giving Jack and me wide berth. She did get a parting glimpse at Jack as she passed.

Meanwhile the mother continued to try to redirect her daughter’s interest and walk the other way. Her little imp continued to tug her mother’s arm and glance back at Jack. At one point they stopped and it was evident the mother was getting perturbed. The little girl just kept pointing at Jack and jumping up and down. Finally, the mother jerked the little one’s arm, took her hand, and walked aggressively toward us.

As they approached, I mumbled “Remember where your hands are supposed to be” to Jack. He had that scared look of anticipation in his eyes. When she was ten feet or so from us, she spoke.

“Excuse me. This is kind of weird of me, but my little girl here is really inquisitive. She’s never seen a naked boy before and has many questions about his penis and things. Just wondered if you’d mind if she got a good look at it.”

“No, that’s not weird. She’s inquisitive and interested in learning.” I told Jack to spread his legs and put his hands behind his back. He did so hesitantly. I cradled his stiffy in my hands and said, “This is a penis. Jack’s is a little bit longer than most boys his age. Boys use these to go peepee.” I felt if her mother wanted her to know more, she could tell her. I moved down to his balls and pinched his scrotum. “This bag is called a scrotum. Inside are two testicles. You can feel them if you press on the bag with your fingers. Would you like to feel boy parts?”

I regained my manners and asked the mother, “Would it be alright for her to feel them?”

Permission was granted. But the little girl got kind of shy and was hesitant to feel Jack’s junk. I demonstrated holding his erection to entice her participation. While she mustered her courage, I took the time to explain why Jack was being kept naked. I added, letting her little girl feel his boy parts would be mutually beneficial. Her daughter would learn about boy equipment and our boy would lose some of his modesty.

I was able to coax her forward by putting a strangle hold on Jack’s penis. “See it won’t hurt you. Come on over and pull on it.” She smiled and kind of shyly giggled. Eventually, she came forward and grabbed it. I bent over and pointed out the pee slit. “Boy’s make peepee and it comes out this little hole right here. They don’t sit down to pee like girls do, they point their hoses and just pee.” She laughed at the thought. Even her mother smiled. This mushroom part is called a glans. It's kind of rubbery isn’t it?” She boldly pinched the glans. “Now feel his bag here. Remember what I called it?” She didn’t. “I called it a scrotum. What’s it called?”

She proudly repeated, “scrotum”.

“It's soft isn’t it?” She tugged on it.

Her observation? “It’s kind of wrinkly.”

“Okay, now feel for his testicles inside there. Just press gently on his scrotum and feel for two little lumps.” As she palpated his scrotum, I kept reminding her to be gentle.

Jack was red with embarrassment from the attention his package was getting. Once she felt his balls, she looked for her mother’s approval. And, she got it. “Isn’t that just the cutest?”

*****

I could go on forever about out trip, but I’ve already been quite verbose. Maybe, if I get a chance, I can tell you more about my naked boy. We’ll see.

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