Mental Ramblings of a Twelve Year Old Boy

More Mental Ramblings 7

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More Mental Ramblings Part 7-- Jake’s Back With Company

By, Running Bare

Mom and Dad decided to go on a “parent’s four-day hiatus” to San Martin. It’s only been a month and a half since they introduced Jake to the task of taking care of me. Wonder why they won’t take me on some of their mini vacations. School? Probably. I hear his voice downstairs. He’s talking to Mom. Wonder what instructions she’s giving him. Probably ought to go down there.

“Hey, Jack. How’s it going?”

“Hi, Jake.”

“Honey, I was just telling Jake how you sleep naked now, thanks to him.” After briefly acknowledging me she returned to instructing my sitter. “He needs to be showered and in bed by nine tonight. It’s a school night. I would prefer he wears shorts to school just to keep up on fighting his body shyness. I’ve left cutoffs in his drawer. He won’t like to do that, but that’s too bad, make him. Since school’s out next week, he can stay up until eleven. Remember the least amount of clothing the better. We’re still working on exposing him as much as possible.”

Look, Jake just stands there logging all her unreasonable mandates. What the hell, I only have one full school day in all four. She can’t give in to the shorts thing for one day? And she specifically stated the cutoffs. I hate those damned things. She cut them off so short the bottom of my ass cheeks are ventilated when I wear them.

Why’d she tell him about me having to sleep naked? Have to admit the very thought has spurred my imagination. If his last sitting gig is any measure, that alone will make his plans easier. Nothing to slide off my “sleeping” body without waking me up. Blankets and sheets down and I’m available for photographing and exploration.

I hate when he does that, but I kinda like it too. Something happens inside me that makes me feel tense and excited but at the same time I’m embarrassed and hate it. I suppose its adrenaline.

When he touches my penis it feels good, but my indoctrination about “good touch, bad touch” makes it confusing. I have to fight to keep pretending to be asleep so he keeps doing it. At the same time, I think about waking up to make him stop.

My dick is hardening just thinking about five nights of his transgressions. Hope it isn’t tenting the front of my shorts. Fat chance, I’m not wearing any underwear. Wait she hasn’t told him about no underwear has she? Just the shorts, right? Wonder if she left my underwear in the drawer up there, or did she hide it?

“If you have any problems or questions, you can call us we’ll have our cellphones with us. Reception is sometimes questionable down there so use your mom as our backup. We told your mother, if he needs it, they can apply the belt to straighten him out. I doubt he will.”

There she goes. Whenever they leave me the belt is always mentioned. Wonder if it’s to scare me or empowering them or both. Never had anyone other than them whip me with a belt. They always imbue the authority to other adults to do so “if needed”.

“If you guys go anywhere, like the park, be sure to check in with your mother or father. Just good for an adult to know where you are.”

Mom quit rambling. He knows the drill. And, unfortunately, so do I.

Shit, my boner is pushing down the leg of these shorts. Gotta keep it from popping the tip out the leg opening. They’ll know I’m aroused. Bet the pee slit is showing already. Try not to look obvious and give the leg a little tug downward, it’ll give an inch or so more coverage. Don’t be obvious you’ll draw their attention. Wish I had some underwear on, it’d sure help.

Okay, I don’t think either of them saw me and, yes, I recovered an inch more coverage. Where the hell is Dad? He needs to come down and drag Mom out of here before she makes my situation worse.

“Time to go.” Dad hurriedly entered the foyer with two large wheeled suitcases.

Get up but be careful my item of interest is still excited. You can’t hug and kiss Mom and Dad without standing up. It’s hard to hide your stiffy if you’re standing up.

Dad stopped and hugged and kissed me; told me to mind Jake, another predictable remark; and headed out the door. Mom went through the same almost mechanical exiting ritual and quoted his instruction almost word for word. “Mind Jake. See you in a few days.” They loaded into the waiting Uber and were gone.

“Wanna get your shower now so it’s out of the way?”

Can’t wait to get me naked. Can you, Jake? Bet you intend on selling me on staying naked after my shower, too.

“No, I’ll wait until bedtime.”

Having to stay naked while I’m still up is an exciting thought, but, at the same time, against my best judgement. It’s just not right. It’s scary.

My penis is settling down again. Still a weird feeling without underwear, but at least I’m not pushing out in front. If I have to wear shorts why not what the other kids are wearing cargo shorts or board shorts not these skimpy cutoffs. Yeah, I get teased but mostly by the boys in class. They call them girls’ shorts. The girls seem to not care. They just look my way and smile. Makes me wonder if my pecker is showing or something. Mrs. Thomas (my sixth-grade teacher) has commented on my tanned legs and how nice it is my shorts show them off. I think she’s in on Mom and Dad’s plan.

Mom and Dad had planned for supper that night and had ordered a pizza delivery. Pizza, like for most boys and I’m sure girls, was a staple in my diet. Believe me neither of us objected when the doorbell rang and the pizza guy handed over the goods.

After scarfing down three or four slices and washing them down with Coke, we retired to the living room to watch TV.

“You sure you don’t want to get your shower out of the way before the good shows come on?”

There he goes again. Other than the momentary periods of exposure stripping me in the middle of the night and the time he made me pose at the rock for a picture for Dad, he hasn’t seen me naked for an extended period of time. Maybe it’d make that strange feeling I get come back if I had to be naked in front of him. Ah, but the curiosity about how he is going to get me naked is fun too.

“No, I’ll wait.”

“If you get your shower, you can just put the shorts on again and watch TV. You don’t have to be naked.”

What’s he reading my mind? That’s reasonable.

“Okay, I’ll go get my shower, just to get you off my ass about it.”

Jake chuckled in response to my protest. “Oh, just the shorts. You don’t need anything else. Remember, your mom said as little clothing as necessary.”

No acknowledgement needed. I traipsed off to the bathroom.

Afterwards, I came back to the family room wearing my cutoffs. Jake and I watched TV until my nine ‘clock bedtime. He did spend a lot of time putting is hand on my bare upper leg patting and playfully slapping it, but made no moves to violate the “hemline”, if you could call it that, of the shorts. At nine o’clock he sent me to bed.

Shedding my shorts, I slid into my bed. I’m becoming more comfortable with this sleeping naked thing Mom imposed. Bet Jake will find it much easier to accost me and take those pictures. Just thinking about it is making my dick harden. Funny, I hope he comes up and does his thing, but, somehow, I don’t want him to. The last time it was exciting. Just thinking about it is exciting again. Why would he come up tonight? He’s seen my junk and even felt it last time he stayed with me. But I’ll stay awake and see.

As I anticipated Jake’s visit to check on me, my breathing deepened, my heart rate increased and my penis was extended to the max. God, I love this feeling.

Okay, I’m getting tired. I’ve been awake for at least a half hour. How long is it going to take before he comes up here?

I’ve been lying here for almost an hour. Wait, I hear some shuffling. Didn’t hear him come up the steps. Better pose myself. Bare more thigh, but keep your package pressed against the mattress. Make him have to work for the goods. There’s the door knob he’s taking his time opening the door.

It’s opened. Fake being asleep you don’t want to spook him.

“Oh good, he’s sleeping naked. It’ll make this much easier.”

He’s whispering. Who’s he talking to? Probably just himself.

“Kirsten, you and Vicky can come over here.”

Did I hear that right? He brought his girlfriend and her little sister along? No. I heard that wrong.

“Oh, he’s always been attractive to me. He’s a real cutie.”

That was a girl’s voice whispering back. Shit, he’s going to show me to his girlfriend and her sister. Vicky is in my grade at school. She can’t see me naked. I’ll never live that down. Vicky can’t be here too. I wonder if I couldn’t just crack my eye just enough to see the shadows in the room. Oh, please don’t let Vicky be here. Kirsten is bad enough.

“Let’s roll him over. I want to see his package. You told me he’s pretty hung for a kid his age. You want to see it too, don’t you Vicky?”

I’ve got to make it impossible for them to roll me over. I’m not ready for this. I especially don’t want Vicky seeing me naked. She’s seen my bare thigh. That’s more than any other kid except Jake. That’s enough. The excitement is gone. I’m actually more embarrassed than excited. Maybe I can do a fake sleep roll and pull the covers over my leg and thigh. Not sure how I can maintain the appearance of being asleep if they persist and try to uncover me. I’ll play it by ear.

I’m not ready for Kirsten and Vicky to see me, or God forbid feel me. I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready for that.

That must have looked like a natural sleep roll. My body’s covered from the waist down and I’m now flat against the mattress on my stomach. That should at least slow him down. Hope it stops him completely.

“We gotta turn him over. I wanna see his thing.”

Yep that was Vicky. Pretty loud whisper, Vicky. You aren’t going to see my “thing” without a fight, girl.

Jake whispered back, “Not so loud. You’ll wake him up and then we’re all going to have problems. I’ll get him to roll over, but it will take some time. Just don’t talk. Just wait.”

No Jake. Hate to tell you, but this is more of intrusion than I am willing to allow. It was okay when it was just you, but throw more people in the mix and all bets are off. Especially, if the other people are girls we go to school with.

What’s he doing? He is peeling the covers off. I felt the blanket come off. Slow as you go, Jake, I can feel it. He’s pinching the top of the sheet. Shit, I should have put some of it under my body. There it goes. My ass is fully exposed. Now my claves are being uncovered. All they can see is my ass. Still a problem, but, hey, everyone has one. That’s as much as you are going to get though.

“What a cute ass.”

Glad you like it Kirsten. But, that’s all you’re gonna get.

“Can I touch it?”

Jake continued to warn the youngest observer, “No, Vicky, you might wake him up and then we’re all in a bucket of shit.”

Jake put his hand on my left hip.

He’s going to try to coax me to roll over. Yep, there’s that gentle pressure. Nope, ain’t gonna work so easily with the two of them in here.

“He’s not moving.” There was a definite frustration in Kirsten’s quiet observation.

Almost angrily and a bit more loudly, Jake responded, “I told you it will take some time. You want me to just wake him up?”

More pressure is being placed on my left hip as a hint for me to react with a reflexive roll over. Ain’t gonna happen, though temptation is building. There is some of that “excitement” building within me. What the hell is that? I mean as adamant as I am, was, about not exposing myself to the girls, I’m starting to breakdown. Wonder what they’ll do to me if I do roll over?

“Let’s go downstairs. We can come back up in a little while. I’m afraid we’re going to wake him up. Come on, we can come back in a little while.”

Good I can gather my thoughts. I am excited and a bit disappointed by them leaving, but I’m not sure I’m ready for this. Geeezzzz. Jake, the least you could do is cover me back up. Maybe you’re hoping I won’t and it’ll be less fooling around you’ll have to do when you come back. Hope I can stay awake for the second assault. Pull the covers back up just in case you can’t. When he pulls them off again it’ll wake you up anyway.

I’m curious. If I let them get what they want, what will the girls do to me? It might feel good. Still, I’m not sure what. I do know Vicky will blab it around the school, at least to the girls in the school. Bet Jake will text her a picture to show. Not sure I’m ready for that. Wonder what Mom and Dad would say if they found out he had the girls over. What would they say if he gave Vicky a naked picture of me to share around the school? God, I’m tired. Can hardly keep my eyes opened.

Sometime later.

Whoa, what was that? The covers are being pulled down again. Hope I didn’t respond too quickly. Sure give away that I’m awake if I did. Apparently not. He’s continuing to bare me. Girls still here? Yep, there’s Kirsten’s unmistakable whisper.

Jake’s pulling on my hip again. Do I cooperate this time? I want to, but I don’t want to either. If he was alone, I’d be on my back at this point. I’ll go part way and bend my knee. Slide that right leg up. There.

“I can see his ball sack.” Vicky was excited and her exuberance broke the quiet.

“Vicky would you shut up? You’re going to wake him up.” Kirsten was livid.

In all the turmoil, Jake had strategically stopped the coaxing pressure. I maintained the position, not sure I wanted to start from scratch. My hormonal excitement was hard to overcome and I was a little anxious to give in.

He’s pulling at my left shoulder. Oh shoot, I’ve got to feed the exciting feeling. Besides I wonder what the girls will say and do if I just give in and make my boy parts available. Just give in and roll over. There’ll be a rush and then it’ll level off. They’re going to see your junk sooner or later tonight. There’s no getting around it. Give in and spread ‘em.

“Wow, look at his wiener. It’s pretty long and hard as a rock. No hair yet. Can I touch it?” Vickey was on a quest.

Jake almost reluctantly allowed it. “Yeah, you can feel it but be gentle. Don’t wake him up! Seriously, Vickey, if you wake him up, we won’t be able to get some pictures for you to show your friends.”

I felt the girl’s hand encircle my stiff appendage. I’m not going to lie, I liked it. Careful, don’t let them know you’re awake. It feels so good for her to be touching it. Why does everyone think this is bad?

“Hey, Vic, sit on the bed and keep holding it. I’ll take your picture.” Kirsten let that slip as almost normal volume she was so excited.

“What if Mom or Dad see it on my phone? Maybe you better not.”

“We’ll move it to the encrypted file on my tablet before we go home. They won’t see it.”

I felt Vickey as she planted herself on the side of my bed. There was a momentary bright light. Then another and another.

“Hey, let the tip stick out of your hand. Yeah, like that.”

Another bright flash. And still another.

Jake’s voice entered the conversation, “Let me get a few of these. I’m not sure his Dad wouldn’t pay me for them.”

More flashes as Jake got his shots.

“His bag is so soft.”

I could feel her lightly stroking my scrotum.

“Let’s wake him up so he can see us. I want to embarrass the hell out of him.” Vickey was brutal.

Jake didn’t want to push his luck any further. In a loud whisper he reasoned, “Look, if he tells someone we did this, we’ll all be in a pile of shit. Just be thankful we did this much. Besides, I plan to keep him naked most of the next three days. Cover him up and let’s get out of here. You guys can come by tomorrow and I’ll make him show you his naked self.”

Like hell. I let you get this far, but naked in broad daylight? Awake? I don’t think so, Jake. Well maybe…

Vickey didn’t want to give up, “Promise?”

“Yeah. You’ll get to see him naked for sure.”

“And feel his thing?”

“Yeah, and feel his thing. We’ll figure something out.”

The following morning, I was awakened by a knock. “I left your clothes for today on the top of your dresser.” His voice reverberated through my closed bedroom door. After all I was completely naked. Still I don’t know why that stopped him from just coming in.

Let’s see what kind of humiliating attire besides the damned cutoffs he selected for me. Hell, I’m eleven. I should be able to select my own clothing. But, Mooommmm, wants me to show as much skin as I can wherever I go. She’s really fixed on what I wear to school… If only she knew the ridicule I get from the other kids. I hate this shit.

Oh hell no. Not these cutoffs. Mom made them especially for swimwear not ‘street wear’. I can’t wear these to school. Look at them the back is just a step above butt floss. The bottom half of my cheeks will be hanging out. My dick and balls are barely covered when I wear them. When I wear these, even at the beach, I stay waist deep most of the time just to save some privacy.

Let’s see what’s in the drawers. Empty!!!! Empty!!! Underwear drawer? Empty!!! Jake didn’t even put out any underwear. I can’t wear these cutoffs without the back-up protection my briefs give me.

Cracking the door, I shouted down the hall, “Hey, Jake, I don’t have any underwear and you put out the shorts I swim in instead of longer ones.”

From the kitchen, “Just put on what I laid out for you. You’ll be fine.”

“I’m not wearing them. I want my school shorts.”

“You’ll wear what I say. Put the damned shorts on and get your little ass down here for breakfast. The school bus will be here in less than a half-hour.”

“I’m not going. I’ll stay home. I’m not wearing these to school.”

“Do I have to call my Mom or Dad to come beat your ass with a belt? Put on the damned shorts and get down here.”

“At least let me have some underwear.”

That’s all I need. His mother or father whipping me with a belt. I know, my other stuff has to be someplace. I’ll sneak into Mom and Dad’s room. Bet they’re in the closet.

Up on the shelf in here? Nope. Nothing on the floor. I’ll check their drawers.

Still nothing. Where in the hell could he have hidden my other clothes? I’ll check the guest room where he sleeps.

Closet is cleared. Nothing under the bed. Nothing in the chest of drawers. Where could he have hidden my clothes?

“Jake, I mean it. Where are my other clothes?”

“I told you, you’re wearing what I left out for you.”

“My ass and dick and balls will all be showing a lot. I can’t wear these to school.”

Is he laughing? He is laughing.

“Just be careful how you move and everything will stay in place.”

He is laughing!

“It’s not funny, Jake. I can’t go to school in these.”

As I arrived in the kitchen we were face to face. He was still stifling a chuckle, “Hey, I left you a t-shirt. You’ve got socks and shoes.”

“The t-shirt is mesh. You can see right through it. Mom makes me wear it on weekends, not to school.”

“Look it hangs down below the shorts. See it’ll help hide your junk and your ass. Here turn around let me see.”

I turned to allow him to assess the coverage. “Well, it hides most of your ass. Your cheeks might show a bit if you squat down or something, but I think it’ll be okay.”

“I don’t. Jake, I’m not going to school unless you let me change.”

“Yes, you are. I’m telling you, if you keep farting around here and miss the bus, I’ll call my Dad and he won’t be too pleased. He’ll take you to school after he whips your bare ass with his belt. Trust me. You won’t like it. I speak from experience.”

I started to tear up. I could feel the first drop trickle down my left cheek. “Please Jake, I thought we were friends. I thought you liked me.”

“I do, Kid. I like you a lot. I also think you have a beautiful body and need to be proud to show it off. I bet if you wear this outfit proudly, you’ll be a chick magnet. The girls will love it.”

I don’t have many options here. I know my parents empowered Jake’s parents to use a belt for the slightest trouble. My dad would be pissed if I missed the bus because of my stubbornness. He’d use the belt for sure. Jake’s dad couldn’t be much different. I need to get my school stuff together and find a way to keep covered the best I can.

Oh, crap, my dick head just poked out the leg of the damned shorts. I gotta lose the hard-on before I get to the bus stop. It doesn’t even stay covered when I walk. There’s no coverage. Well the shirt did provide some coverage. I can’t spend my day worrying about this kind of problem. Maybe I can catch the bus and skip going into the building. What Dad calls play hookie. That might work. I’ll miss attendance, but they won’t call home to check on me for one day. Will they? Who cares there won’t be anyone there? Jake will be in school too. It’s worth the risk.

It must have been four thirty or five o’clock that afternoon Jake’s cellphone rang. That in itself was not out of the ordinary. From my vantage, it sounded like it was my mother or father on the other end. If you’ve been pay attention to my mother’s behavior, she was kind of a helicopter mom.

“No, he’s fine and everything is okay. How is your vacation going?”

There was a pause.

“No like I said, he’s fine. Wanna talk to him?”

Jake stretched his arm toward me offering his phone. “She wants to talk to you.”

Again, nothing out of the ordinary. Whose mom would call to check on the home front and not talk to their kids?

I initiated the greeting. It was followed by a voice that reflected more than a normal amount of concern. “How was school today?”

“Okay.” Shit how did she find out?

“Mrs. Johnson called me today to see if you were sick. She said you were absent and she wanted to make sure you were alright.”

“I don’t know why. I was there.” Do you really think you’ll be able to lie yourself out of it? If history repeats itself, as it always tends to do, you not only will be found out, but your ass will be grass for lying.

“Jack, I’m sorry, but the school wouldn’t make a mistake like that. Where were you?”

Should I lie further and dig the hole deeper or should I confess and face the music? I can literally feel my throat tightening. My voice is quivering. Don’t cry, it’ll limit your options. Shit just tell her.

“I snuck off to the woods. I couldn’t go to school. Jake was going to make me wear those cutoffs you made for swimming. None of the kids wear shorts that short. Not even the girls, Mom. He wasn’t going to let me even wear underwear. My boy parts would have been showing and my butt cheeks…”

“I don’t care what he told you to wear. You should have put them on and gone to school. If they were too inappropriate, the school would have made you change. There’s no way you can decide if you go to school or not. That’s an adult decision. If we were home Dad would be warming your bare bottom out with a belt. What is it with you? Why are you so embarrassed about people seeing your body? You’re a beautiful boy. You and your father and I will discuss this when we get home. In the meantime, give the phone back to Jake.”

He can’t help but know something’s wrong. I’ve got tears rolling down my panicked face. Just give him the phone and go into the living room where he can’t see you.

“No Ma-am. I had no idea. Sorry…”

Long pause.

“Okay. Should I let my parents whip him?”

Another pause.

“Okay. I can do that. I really am sorry, but I…. No, okay. From now until you get home? No, I doubt he’ll want to go anywhere under the circumstances. Sure you don’t want him spanked? I can call my mom or dad. No, okay, I’ll do that. See you in a couple of days.”

Jake came into the living room. I was numb from what transpired. He opened the conversation with a bit of amusement.

“So, we cut school today, huh? Did you seriously think your parents wouldn’t find out?”

“Yeah, but it’s your fault. If you had at least let me wear the longer shorts I’d have gone, but you insisted on the swimming ones. I didn’t want everyone seeing me junk.”

“Hey, sorry about that, but I wanted to embarrass the hell out of you. But you made it a whole lot worse.”

Worse? How could it be worse?

“How did I make it worse?”

“Stand up and strip naked. It won’t take long. All you’ve got on is the t-shirt and shorts. Get ‘em off.”

I don’t know what the hell is going on. He seems to be talking with certain authority. I’ve never heard him so self-assured. It’s like he’s empowered. Better do what he says I’m in enough trouble.

Well, here I am naked as the day I was born. Something weird is going on. My peter isn’t hard as a rock. Maybe its ‘cause I’m scared. What’s going on?

“Your mother told me you were to be grounded until they get home. She said you were to remain naked until then. Said something about you being naked would keep you in the house or backyard. But she also said I could permit you to go other places if needed.”

Get the shit eating grin off your face, Jake. It isn’t funny.

“Oh, I forgot. Kirsten and Vickey are coming over tomorrow to spend some time with us. Guess that’s going to be a bit awkward, huh?”

I had to offer the obvious, “No, you can call them and tell them not to come.”

“Oh, hell no. I want them to see this. Actually, maybe even feel this.”

Quit teasing and lose the shit-eating grin, you asshole.

“Your mom called my mom and told her about you having to be naked and grounded. I’m sure the subject of a good ass whipping might have come up. Just my luck though, I think your dad wants the honors when he gets home. Anyway, my folks know you’re to be naked for the next three days so everything’s coming up roses! Now let’s get some pictures of you in all your glory.”

Later that morning…

Shit, it’s Jake’s mother. What’s she coming here for? She’s coming up the walk headed to the door. That’s no surprise. She isn’t knocking? Nope, the door knob is turning. Better get into the living room. Maybe you can tuck your junk between your thighs while you sit on the couch. Better hurry the door is opened. Oh, there it’s shut.

“Well now how are you this fine morning? I see you got word about having to be naked. What were you thinking? Skipping school. You’re lucky you aren’t Jake or you’d be too tender to sit. Stand up and come over here.”

She’s never seen my penis. I don’t want that to change now. But you better do what she says. She has spanking authorization. Cup your hard-on with your hand and do what she says.

“Hi, Mom. I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Just thought I’d stop by and make sure Jack here didn’t give you any trouble about his punishment.”

“No, his mom said he had to be naked until they come home. I made him strip and, as you can see, he did what I told him.”

Just stand here with your hand over your junk. Let her do her thing with Jake. Don’t call attention to yourself.

“Put your hands down young man. I’ve seen many a boy’s penis before.”

Here goes, put your hands down. I’m sure she’s seen Jake’s cellphone pictures from the park. Don’t make her ask again. She might be one of those spank, if you have to ask twice people.

“Turn around.”

She’s got a grip on my ass cheeks. She’s spreading them apart. She’s looking for my butt hole. Why’s she have to be so rough?

“Jake you have to keep an eye on his bottom. See his anus? It has to be clean all the time. He was just sitting on that light beige sofa. We don’t want him to soil the furniture or the carpets, so make sure his little boy hole is spotless. Use a bath brush on it if you need to. It looks pretty clean, but you need to inspect him after each bathroom visit at the very least.”

The she lightly smacked my left cheek. “And you, young man, have to tell Jake anytime you’ve pooped. Understand?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Oh, that is a prize little penis isn’t it? Your mom told me it was a little longer than most.”

Holy shit! That’ embarrassing. They talked about my penis? They’re grown-ups. They’re even moms. They aren’t supposed to notice boys’ penises, much less compare notes. What the… She just pinched the tip and shook it around.

“Anything I need to do to help?”

“No, we got it together, don’t we Jack?”

Still stunned by the penis wiggle, I nodded my agreement.

“Listen, if you need to bring him to our house to finish up or you need help, you’re welcomed to do it. Daddy or I will check up on you every day. Oh, and take him outside for a few hours, looks like he could use some sun.”

“Kirsten is bringing Vickey over for a visit this afternoon.”

“Do they know he’s naked?”

“Yeah. I think their excited about it.”

Go ahead Jake tell her about last night. Tell her about every night. Tell her Jake.

“Don’t let them hurt him. Go easy.”

What the hell does that mean? She’s good with them playing around with my… She’s okay with that?

Jake let on, “You know Vickey is in his class at school.

“I didn’t know that.”

She grabbed my glans again. She’s pulling on it. I know, she’s a boy’s mom so feeling a penis probably nothing new to her, but she’s not my mother.

“Bet that’s embarrassing isn’t it, Jack?”

She’s really acting more like a teenager than the mother of one.

I heard her whisper as Jake went to the door with her, “No bedroom. No sex. Got it. You take them outside in the backyard the whole time they’re here. Or, if you want bring them to our house. You can walk him down the street naked. Everyone’s seen a naked boy before. I’m warning you though, they can touch but that’s it.”

Jake quietly replied, “Okay. I’ll take them all outside. What about pictures?”

“You and they can take as many as you want, but stay out in the open the whole time they’re here.”

“Okay, that’ll make Vickey happy, I’m sure.”

So am I. Why do they get to take pictures of me naked? Ask her. Just blurt it out. Do it without attitude though, she’s the type who might react with a belt.

“Why do they get to take pictures of me naked?”

“Well, Honey, if you were so darn good looking nobody would care.”

Oh, she’s pinching my penis again. Wish it wasn’t hard. Look Jake’s getting a kick out of watching his mother wiggle it.

“Look at this little hard-on. I’ll bet it’s at least four inches long. That’s petty inviting as a plaything. Any little girls’ curiosity would draw her attention to it. Remember they don’t have one.”

She has that maternal look of encouragement. Shit, Jake your mom isn’t embarrassing you with all this?

“Any little girl would be out of her head if she passed up the opportunity to experience you naked. Kirsten, and especially Vickey, probably just want to share their good luck with their friends. You know claim bragging rights with the other kids at school. Just be proud you’re that popular.”

How degrading can you be? You’re a mother. You’re supposed to be protecting me. No sense arguing the case, she’s all in with them doing pretty much whatever they want with me. Jake’s just standing there smiling proudly. What’s with that? He should be defending boyhood not enjoying the den of female degradation.

With that his mother cupped my ass cheek and dismissed herself. Really none to soon. Kirsten and Vickey showed up fifteen or twenty minutes later.

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