Mental Ramblings of a Twelve Year Old Boy

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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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Another boy shares his battle with body shyness. He wrestles with what his modesty tells him to avoid at all costs and what he wants to do. He finds the consequences regrettable.

Mental Ramblings of a Twelve-Year-Old Boy: A Private Showing

By, Running Bare

What the hell am I thinking? Why do I want to show my boyhood to Jenny? I’m not even willing to show it to Mom or Grandma. I absolutely don’t want my sisters to see it either. Why Jenny? Is it the challenge of breaking through my modesty? I don’t understand it. She’s sixteen and I’m twelve. Twelve-year-old boys shouldn’t think this way. My pulse rate is getting faster. My breathing is getting heavy. Yeah, I mean, I’m really attracted to Jenny’s legs. Why does she wear those short shorts? Why does any girl wear those? Why do I want so much to show her what I brought to the party?

For three years now, I’ve prevented her seeing me naked. I know she’s curious because she has offered to bathe me. She’s even tried negotiating with telling me she needed to wash my hair before I finished my shower. I was adamant. The bathroom door was always locked when I was in there even when it was just my family at home.

Mom has tried to get me to show more skin. She wants me to wear shorts even when it’s cold outside. She said I needed to “ease up on the modesty” telling me “young boys shouldn’t be so modest”. Dad gets irritated when he and I are at the community pool locker room. All boys and men are supposed to shower before going out to the pool. Changing into my bathing suit in there with all those strangers sauntering around naked and showering naked, Dad included, makes me very uneasy.

So, what’s with this sudden internal challenge to finally show Jenny my penis?

My face is getting warm. I want to do it. She’s just sitting there on the couch next to my oldest sister Mandy. They are completely centered on the TV.

I wonder if she’d feel it if I showed it to her? Maybe she’d be like a mother and ignore it. I know Mandy wouldn’t. She’d laugh and then tell Mom and Dad when they got home. Wonder what they’d do if they found out about me showing my boy parts off.

STOP!! STOP thinking about it!

I can’t. I really like the feeling this is giving me. I like the challenge and the erection I’m getting just thinking about it.

If I found a way to do it so she didn’t know it was my plan, maybe I could push the envelope. Do I really have the guts to do such a thing? Probably not, but who knows? Bet if I found a way, they’d shift their attention to me.

Remember when you were ten and you got poison ivy down there? Didn’t tell Mom for fear she’d doctor it and see everything. Damned nurse from school found it during my school physical, called Mom and it was a real problem for me from that point on. Hey, that school physical. What I’m feeling right now is kind of like that whole thing. I was forced to be naked in front of my teacher and a bunch of volunteer mothers. I felt this way then.

Oh, the worst was when you got home and Mom made you strip naked in the living room in front of your sisters, little brother and the massive picture window overlooking the street. Yeah, you felt the same kind of rush when she did that. Then Mandy got to put Calamine lotion on. Her hand grabbed my hard penis as she did it. It was embarrassing and yet I liked it.

The nurse put it on at lunch time when I was at school. Bet she left the door opened on purpose so people could see me with my pants down around my ankles. In all fairness, she was quick about doing it. At home I had to run around naked for three days “so the air could get at it”. I’m sure more people got a good show seeing me in the backyard nude as did at school. But still? Why is it people think boys don’t care if they’re naked? I do.

Is all this what’s making me all of a sudden want to show Jenny my penis?

Wow. What a rush. It’s kind of fun thinking about how to let her see me naked.

What the hell are they watching? It’s some kid show. “Mom I fell and cut my leg.” Some kid cut his leg? “Oh, Honey, let’s have a look.” His mother is pushing up his pant leg to see how bad the kid’s been hurt. See now Mom would be saying, “If you were wearing shorts, I wouldn’t have to push the pants up.” No, no. If I had jeans on, she’d say, “Take off your pants so I can see it.” Yeah, that’s more the way it would go. She’d make me take my pants off in the kitchen or living room and it wouldn’t matter who was there to see it. She would probably let me keep my briefs on, but the pants would come off.

Hey, that’s it. I could fake a fall or just pretend I’d fallen and hurt my balls. I could complain to Jenny who would want to see how bad I was hurt. Oh, there goes that rush again. I wonder if she’d feel them. Maybe she’ make me run around naked for a while to make sure I was okay. Mandy and Michelle would love that. Michelle not so much, she’s only six. I don’t think she’d be interested for a half hour or so. Mandy is a different story. I think she’d get off on my embarrassment. In fact, I know she would.

There’s that little voice. I really do think it’s the devil. It’s saying, “You need to do it. You like this rush? Do it and you’ll love the rush?”

On the other side the angel is saying, “Think of something else. Imagine how embarrassed you’ll feel.”

I’m getting choked up. I’m going to try the plan. Where could I go and how do I set up my fake accident? If something falls and makes a loud noise it’ll definitely get Jenny’s attention. I know the garage. I can find something to make it all happen. Maybe I could use one of Dad’s step stools. Yeah, I was on the stool and reached for something and the stool fell over and landed on my boy parts. I need to fill in some of the blanks so the story is believable.

Maybe, I could have this paint can on the workbench and have it fall too? I don’t know that just having the stool on top or next to me on the floor is going to do the trick.

I know pull this nuts and bolts container on the floor too.

Here goes.

BANG!

Now get down there next to the stool, hold your balls and roll around. Fake it and make it loud so Jenny hears it, “Ohhhh, ow, ow!”

Roll around holding your package. Here they come all three of them. Scrunch up your face like you’re in agony. Keep moaning, roll back and forth and keep your hands on your package.

“What did you do?”

Good she looks concerned.

“I was reaching for a screw driver. I needed to use the stool to reach it.” Keep rolling act pained. “The stool fell over and landed on my thing. It hurts! It really hurts!”

She looks concerned. No sign of any kinky desires. I think she’s really concerned. Not Mandy though. Mandy looks like she’s waiting for the showing. Why? She saw it and even got to feel it last year when I had the poison ivy problem. Nothin’s changed, Mandy.

“Lie still. I need to take your pants off and have a look. I sure hope you didn’t hurt yourself bad enough to go to the emergency room.”

She’s actually unbuckling my belt. Keep rolling and groaning. Make her move your hands off so she can unzip your fly. Man, she’s fast. There goes the zipper and… it only took her one thrust to push my jeans and briefs down over my stiff penis.

Put your hands over your balls again and keep rolling and moaning. She’s taking my hands off and is pressing gently on my sack.

“I don’t see any blood. Nothing looks hurt. Maybe we just need to give it some time. Why don’t we take these off and you hang loose for a while? If we keep your pants off, I can put some ice on it, and, if needed, Mandy or I can rub it a little for you. Maybe it’s just temporary. I think I need to call your parents.”

I didn’t plan on that. Do I really want her calling Mom and Dad?

“Let’s wait to call them. Maybe it’ll get better.” I whined.

“No, I have to call them or my mother to find out what I have to do.”

Great, if she calls her mother she’ll want to come over and check me out and she’ll probably bring her little sister, Kay, when she comes. I don’t want that. Kay is in my class at school. I don’t want her talking about it on the playground or at lunch. It might be fun letting her see it though. No, no save Kay for another time. Better tell her to call Mom. But, Mom’s pretty smart. She might unravel the whole plan. Naw, she wouldn’t believe I’d get off on exposing my package to Jenny. I’ll take my chances with Mom.

“If you have to call, call my mom.”

She’s dialing her cellphone. I’m worried about how this is going to go. She’s half panicked as she tells Mom what happened. Lots of um, hums. Wonder what’s going on. Wish I could hear Mom.

“Lie down, move your hands and spread your legs. Your mother wants me to text her a picture of your boy parts.”

Oh shit, she’s going to take a picture of my penis and balls with her cellphone? I didn’t bank on that. Didn’t even consider it. If I’d seen that coming, it’d have been a game changer. Right now, it seems critical, but she’ll have that picture to spread around forever. She’ll show it to Kay after it all quiets down.

“Jack, move your hands. I told you, I have to take a picture for your mother.”

You’ve gone this far with the whole ordeal, better do it. Mom’s involved at this point.

“Yes, his penis has been hard from the beginning. Oh, I didn’t know that. No, no, I can do that. So, I just put some ice in a plastic bag and let him hold it on his scrotum. No, no, that’s not a problem. Keep him naked until you and Mr. Roberts get home. Okay.”

I’d love to know what’s going on. So far it sounds like both her standard plan “let the air at it” is combined with what Dad would tell her “soak it or put ice on it”. Wait Jenny’s got a grin that says I’m on to you. Naw, it’s just my imagination. She’s not ‘on to me”, or is she?

“Okay we can go over it all when you get home. If it’s late, it’s late. Sorry, I bothered you. I’m a girl, I didn’t know that. Well that’s information I can keep in mind if I have boys when I become a mother.”

What’s that mean? What did Mom tell her?

“Your mother said I should ice your testicles for a half hour or so and to call if there’s any swelling or the ‘pain’…” What’s with the air quotes? Why does she have that smirk on her face? “doesn’t go away.”

This damned ice bag is cold. My balls feel like their frozen. Man, the sack is tight. Penis is now flaccid and max shrinkage has set in. Why does it do that? This is boring except when Jenny lifts the bag to “inspect the damage”. She finds it humorous. Okay, game over, get some pants back on.

“I think I’m all right, Jenny. I’m going to put my pants back on.”

“Oh, no, your Mom says you need to stay bare down there until she gets home. In fact…”

Why’s she taking my shirt off?

“I’m going to make sure you’re totally naked the rest of the afternoon and night. She said we should let you hang loose until tomorrow. In fact, she mentioned that I should lightly massage your package. Rubbing hurt areas helps take away the pain.”

She’s going to rub my balls? Hey, looking is one thing touching is another! I’m not sure I’m ready for that. Uh, oh, there it goes stiffening as I think about it. The pain thing makes sense. After Dad whips me with the belt, I always rub my burning ass. It does take some of the pain away. Doesn’t do anything for the ache of bruises for a day or two, but does help with the stinging and burning right after the event.

Jenny’s face has got me concerned. She’s signaling that she knows something. Something I don’t. There isn’t that look of panic or concern there. It’s been gone since she talked to Mom. What is it?

She just pried my hands from my package. She’s spreading my legs. Oooohhh, her hand is rubbing my hardon and balls. I can feel my balls rolling around under her gentle massage.

I never considered how much I might like this. My legs have spread to the max.

“I liked it last year when I got to feel his thing. Mom let me put lotion on his poison ivy.”

Geeezzzzzz, Mandy. It’s embarrassing that you remembered that and even more so that you shared it.

“I like how hard his wiener gets when people rub it.”

Stop Mandy! I’m sitting right here. Change the subject. Oh, I could let you do this all night, Jenny.

“Well, Mandy, you know when someone rubs a boy’s penis it will usually get hard. They get hard when they have to be naked in front of other people too. Like, if we called some of your friends over to see him, he’d get hard, or if I made him go outside naked and other people could see him, he’d get hard. Wouldn’t you Jack?”

I answered, without thinking about it, as she continued the genital massage. “I guess so. Yeah, it’d be embarrassing. It gets hard when I’m embarrassed.”

There’s that smirk again.

“Your mother told me a little-known fact.”

Is she talking to me? She’s looking at Mandy. Maybe both of us? Is she waiting for one of us to bite and ask what little known fact?

Leave it to Mandy.

“What little known fact?”

“She told me if a boy hurts his testicles or his penis, it’s very unlikely he will get a stiffy. In fact, if he’s stiff, hurting himself down there would make a stiffy go away. Did you know that, Mandy?”

There it is. Caught! I’m in for it now. I wonder what Mom and Dad are going to do to me when they get home. I’m alright. They can’t prove I didn’t hurt myself. Can they? I don’t know. Mom was able to sort the fake injury out. Or, did she? I only know I’m sitting here naked in front of Jenny and Mandy and my mother suspects foul play on my part.

“You know what? I need some photos of you naked so I can remember this day. Yeah, let me get my phone and we’ll pose you. If we hurry, we can go out in the yard before it gets dark and I can try to get some of your friends in the photos too. What do you say, Jack? Let’s go outside. Mandy if you want you can ride your bike around the neighborhood and invite some of the kids over. Be sure to invite my little sister. We need to do it now though. It’ll be dark soon.”

I objected, “Mom didn’t say that you could make me go outside or that you could take pictures of me naked.”

“Yes, she did. She said to let you hang loose until she and your dad came home. She told me to keep an eye on things to make sure everything still looked normal. She also told me to send her pictures of your boy thingy so she could check you out.”

“Well you sent the pictures. I’m not going out in the yard.”

“Do I need to call your Mom back? I have to keep an eye on you and if your sisters want to go out, I have to keep an eye on them too. How do I do both without having you guys together? Tell you what, how about we call your mom back and ask her that question?”

She’d win that one. I truly believe Mom would want me exposed to the neighborhood. She is just as intensive about me being naked as Jenny. She’s always finding reasons to order me to pull my pants down in front of other people. She wouldn’t mind me being naked outside the house and she knows it’s all a game this time. She and Dad would want to punish me by making me do it. I can hear them now, “He wants to get his jollies off tricking Jenny into seeing his penis, well we can humor him much more than that.”

Better just accept the inevitable without giving Mom an idea for an extended punishment. You know one’s coming.

I caved. I went into our backyard without any clothing whatsoever. Thankfully the only neighbors who would get the eye candy, if they saw me, were the Neilsons who lived in the house directly behind ours, and they were elderly. Or, the Adams family who had little kids who wouldn’t care less directly next door to the Neilsons’.

“Mandy, why don’t you get on your bike and go see if any of your friends are out. You can invite them to play here until they have to go in.”

WTF? I don’t believe it. Jenny’s trying to drum up an audience to see me naked. Oh hell no. Mandy’s got a devious grin on her face. Oh hell no.

“I can’t. Jack’s naked.”

Maybe I misread my sister.

“That’s okay. Everyone knows what little boys have down there. They can come and see him naked. He’s a boy and boys shouldn’t be so shy. Besides he has a pretty respectable penis don’t you think?”

“I guess so. I’m going to ride over to Becky’s. I bet she’d like to come see him naked.”

“Bring whoever you want.”

Shit there she goes. I’m getting harder just thinking about her returning with other kids, especially her girlfriends. What? Jenny’s spreading my legs, what’s she doing?”

“Let me have a look at how we’re doing here. Any swelling or anything?”

She’s pinching the tip of my hard-on. What? She’s massaging my ball sack with her other hand. Okay, okay. You’ve check me out. Oh shit, it feels so good, but it’s embarrassing. My legs are spreading further apart no matter how much I want to resist I’m actually cooperating with her. God help me, she’s fingering my penis. We’re right out here in the open backyard and she’s rubbing my junk.

“Your Mom said if I gently rub down here, it should help keep the pain at bay. Does it still hurt?”

If I say no, she’ll stop. If I say yes, it increases the chance for Mandy to bring other kids to the show. It feels so good to have Jenny playing with, I mean trying to comfort, me.

“Jack, I asked if it still hurts. Do you want me to stop rubbing it?”

Does she really want to stop? I mean my dick is hard as a rock. So which way are you going with this?

“It still hurts a little but you can stop if you want to.”

“Don’t be silly. If it still hurts, I’ll rub it for a little bit more. We’ve got nothing else to do while we wait for Mandy to get back. After all we do want you to be pain free, don’t we? Maybe we could take a walk around the block. Maybe the activity would help the pain go away. Do you want to take a walk?”

What the hell, Jenny are you that stupid? Of course, I don’t want to take a walk around the block. What are you thinking?

She must have read my facial expression after that suggestion.

“Just kidding. It’s just I like seeing your penis and ball sack and I want other people to enjoy the sight too. Everybody likes looking at naked little boys, especially their boy parts.”

“I’m not a LITTLE boy. You make it sound like I’m five or six. I’m twelve!”

“Yeah and that’s probably he best age to parade them around naked, because they’re cuter when they’re embarrassed. Little boys could care less about being naked in front of others. You’re right, Jack. It’s just that the added cuteness of you being embarrassed makes me feel all excited inside.”

Ah, ha. What I always expected about Mom and girls liking seeing naked boys is true. She just let the truth about girls being interested slip out. I always felt Mom wanted to show my boy parts off to others when she makes me strip at the beach and other places. She still comes in the room at the doctor’s office and watches me strip naked. I knew it all along. Women and girls like seeing boys naked.

Oh God, what just happened. I shivered and my ass came right off the bench, my heart’s racing, stop breathing so hard. Wow. That felt pretty good. Jenny’s ignoring it. At least I think she’s ignoring it. She’s got a devious grin on her face.

“Liked that did you?”

She did notice. This is really embarrassing. Act innocent.

“Liked what?”

“I saw you twisting and turning. You felt something. You know in a year or two you’ll be shooting something when that happens. Have you had sex ed yet?”

You don’t need sex ed to know what you’re talking about. I’ve known about that from talking with boys on the playground who have had “The Talk” with their fathers. Why hasn’t Dad talked to me about it? Maybe he’s begging off and going to let the school have it? Yeah, most of the other boys were told about that in fifth grade. Oh well, they shared it. Reminds me of when I learned about intercourse. That was a year or two ago. I just couldn’t picture my mother and father doing that. Maybe that’s what made me become so shy of people seeing my tool.

“No.”

“You’ll probably get it this year during P.E. It’s usually the boys’ P.E. teacher who tells the boys and the girls’ tells the girls.”

There was a moment of silence as she continued to play with my penis.

“You know, if you were my son, I’d make you stay naked all the time. Your package here is quite handsome. I’d want other people to enjoy it.”

“Yeah, you said that before. But, I’m not your son and I don’t want other people seeing me naked.”

Mandy, returned empty handed. No friends in tow. What a relief. Maybe. In a way I wanted her to bring some kids back with her. But, I really didn’t.

Jenny made me stay on the couch naked as the day I was born. “So, your Mom and Dad can take a look and make sure you’re okay when they get home.” She rubbed my penis almost every time she noticed it going flaccid. I fell asleep.

Next thing I noticed was being shaken awake by Mom. It invoked a sudden rush to embarrassment. Both she and Dad were standing there.

Dad was first to speak, “You alright, Buddy?”

I tried to sandwich my appendage between my thighs to shelter it from view. They both pretended not to notice my show of modesty.

“Yeah, I’m okay.”

“Let’s have a look.”

Dad? Better just spread your legs and show them. They are going to inspect whether you like it or not. Mom quit touching my ball sack.

“I think you’re fine. Dad and I think you might have been playing around for Jenny. You know, finding a way to expose yourself to her. That’s what was going on wasn’t it?”

Both of them are looking stern. It’s that better tell the truth look. I can’t. I have to try to lie my way out of it.

“No, I fell off the stool in the garage and it landed on me down there. Really.”

Dad is raising his eyebrow. He knows it’s bullshit. Do I fess up? Oh, hell no. Stick to the lie.

“You’re certainly big enough to reach my screwdrivers without a stool. What did you need a screwdriver for anyway?”

Didn’t plan on that question. Quick make up a reason. Too hard.

“I don’t know. I just wanted to use one to tighten up something on my bike.”

“We don’t believe you. I think your mother’s right. Did you do this to expose yourself to Jenny?”

The jigs up. Might just as well admit to it. What punishment are your going to get? The belt? Maybe. Who knows? Just cast your eyes down in defeat and nod your head.

Mom was quick to respond, “Okay, so now Jenny’s seen our penis. She’s even felt your boy parts. Do you really think that was a good idea? I just have a hard time understanding how such a body shy boy would even think of doing that. You are even shy about me seeing you naked.”

Dad took the follow up. “Hell, Jack, you’re embarrassed in the locker room at the pool to change and shower. But, it’s okay to be exposed to your sixteen-year-old babysitter?”

Okay, okay, I got the message. Let’s get to the penalty phase of all of this. Seems like I’m going to get off easily. Naked time served or something.

Dad was first to pronounce sentence. “We had dinner with Mrs. Kinsler. Know who she is?”

“No.”

“Well, she teaches home economics at the high school. High school boys and girls learn to do more domestic kinds of things like caring for kids as babysitters and stuff like that. She also teaches kids how to manage children in families and childcare situations.”

“So?”

“Well, she needed a boy model for her classes this year. Drawings and photos of boys’ penises and scrotums aren’t really good for her students. The girls in her classes need to feel those parts to better understand their function so if they’re babysitting or they are mothers they know what they look and feel like normally. We, Mom and I, offered to lend you to her for her classes. We felt, if you liked the feeling of being naked in front of Jenny, you’d love being naked in front of the boys and girls in her classes, especially the young girls.”

You’re kidding Dad. You wouldn’t do that to me. Would you? There’s a lump in my throat. I can’t swallow. I’m having a hard time speaking.

“I won’t ever do it again. I don’t want to…”

“Well, you’re going to. Next week Mom or I will take you to the high school and we’ll stay there to make sure you don’t give Mrs. Kinsler a hard time when she tells you to take your clothes off. We’ll leave the classroom after you’re exposed and wait until the class is done. Look at this way. You like exposing yourself, well we want you to be happy. She, Mrs. Kinsler, intends on showing things to her students like how to administer an enema, how to insert a catheter, how to give a suppository, stuff like that. She is also going to let the girls feel your penis and scrotum as most of them have never felt boys’ parts. And, that experience should definitely satisfy your need to be seen. Shouldn’t it?”

What the hell is he talking about? What’s an enema? A catheter? A suppository? Act dumb and ask.

Sullenly I asked, “What’s an enema?”

Mom took that one, “It’s a tool to help a child who’s constipated—can’t have a bowel movement—go. There’s a bag full of warm water sometimes with cleansers and a hose that gets inserted into your anus. Then the water is released from the bag and it goes into your intestinal tract and loosens you up so you can go. Kind of flushes you out. It really doesn’t hurt, but you’ll be embarrassed. Don’t be though, it’s a perfectly normal thing.”

“I don’t want to do that.”

In his own subtly sarcastic way Dad responded. “It’s not your call. You like being naked in front of other people. It should be fun for you. It’s a bit more acceptable than the catheter process. Do you know what a catheter is?”

“No.”

“A catheter is used to help with your peeing. There aren’t many kids who need one, most are handicapped. But it’s very important. For that one a tube in inserted into your penis and it’s run through to your bladder. Your urine is collected in a bag that needs to be emptied during the day. A new catheter is usually needed each day. There is a bit of pain involved until your penis gets used to the intrusion. I figure after she shows how it’s done, after three or four class periods your penis will get used to it.”

Shit, he’s gloating just telling me. Yeah, right a tube in my penis. Right, Dad, like something like that is real. Scared? Yeah, I am.

“Now, the suppository…”

He’s not satisfied. He’s got that same sarcastic gloat.

“A suppository is not so bad. It’s just a ‘pill’ that gets shoved up your ass. Hurt? Probably not. Embarrassing? Prrrrooobbbaaallly.”

Look at him, he’s loving this. It’s probably all just to scare me. Looking at Mom, I’m not too sure.

“There’s more.”

He’s still gloating.

“Whenever Jenny or for that matter any babysitter wants you naked you’re to do it. I don’t care if they want to bathe you or want to expose you to someone else, you are to strip naked. Is that clear? We don’t need any more games, no more embarrassing interruptions when we’re out. If they tell you to strip, you will strip and you will do whatever they tell you to do. If you don’t the belt followed by long naked times will figure into the process heavily. On the brighter side, if you want to strip naked just do it. You don’t have to play games. Mom and I are perfectly good with honoring your wish to be a plaything. So, after Mrs. Kinsler’s classes, we’re leaving it to you and the sitters.”

He’s getting more pissed as he goes on.

“All your mother and I want is for you to be happy!”

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