Progression

Progression 2

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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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This second and final chapter of “Progression” has been highly requested from readers for the last year or two. Feel free to read the first chapter if you haven’t already or re-read it if you need a refresher. In either case, if you don’t want to, this chapter can stand alone.

Progression, Chapter 2

By, Running Bare

So, there I was holding the belt of authority staring at seven totally nude eight, nine and ten-year-old boys all lined up in what I guess could be best called a boy buffet. My cousin was standing next to a boy my gaze kept returning to. Though he was shorter than the others, his muscular legs and athletic torso were making me almost salivate. My stare returned time and again to his stiff little penis which protruded three inches over his walnut sized nut sack.

Aunt Brenda continued her discourse, telling about the three day ordeal she had planned for them. Her words were mere echoes in my mind as I dreamt of whipping the fire out of the kid’s ass. He was cute and his firm body begged to be at the end of a belt for an earned or unearned ass whipping.

I’d never had the authority to punish anyone, and, now, here I was given the power of judge, jury, and “executioner”. Just thinking about using the leather implement I was holding on that cute kid’s backside caused my penis to awaken. Thankfully, I was wearing a pair of briefs that could, at least partially, restrain my hardened appendage. None the less, the concern over being discovered in the erect state does make one want to disguise his condition. Turning momentarily and looking back toward the house, I discreetly rearranged the lump within those briefs. Thankfully my shorts were baggy enough not to highlight the upward lunging appendage.

The only other thought I entertained, before turning toward the naked boys again, was using the belt on the handsome specimen of a boy. I wanted his notch on my belt, badly.

Aunt Brenda finished her discourse and dismissed the embarrassed platoon of naked boys back to the yard to play with the soccer ball. She approached me.

“Ronnie, had a little problem there, did ‘ya?” She jokingly nodded toward my mid-section.

Talk about embarrassed. How does one tell his adult aunt about an erection he tried to hide? Or, worse yet, an erection caused by staring at naked little boys.

She evidently noticed my embarrassment by my silence and red face. In order to take me off the hook she followed with, “Don’t worry about it. Most people react to seeing naked boys that age. I think they identify with how it would feel to be in their place. I noticed four of the seven had boners while they stood there and one other sprung up while I inspected the ‘troops’. Even I wanted to feel those little penises as I walked down the line, but we’ll have plenty of time to do it over the weekend.”

We watched as the boys of every size, with packages of every size as well, ran at full gate chasing the soccer ball, it became increasingly apparent the self-consciousness of being nude dissipated. They were all flaccid and laughing as they chased the ball.

“Look at them now. Not a hard dick among them. We’ll see how long that’s the case when we get them in the house tonight.” There was a twinge of excitement in her voice.

I kept watching the tanned little guy who’d caught my attention when they were lined up. Beautiful darkly tanned kid just a bit shorter than the others. Well, darkly tanned except for the white area his swim attire had covered. It was pretty obvious a Speedo or swimming in his briefs was the cover of his mother’s choice. I was slightly bothered by the unattractiveness of the broken tan, but was able to justify the light portion as the target to aim for should I be lucky enough to use the belt on him.

“Aunt Brenda, who is that kid?” I pointed toward the boy.

“That little guy?”

“Yes, the one who is working the ball right now?”

“That’s Matthew Higgins. His mother is a teacher at the school. Poor kid doesn’t have a father. I think he was one of those out-of-wedlock kids. I know his mother, but never have met his father. She never mentions the guy. But I know she isn’t married and never has been. Good looking little runt, isn’t he? Check out those legs. Love little boys with tight shapely legs. I’m going to work with his mother, Amelia, to erase those tan lines. It’ll make that little pecker of his so much more inviting.”

I’d never in my life imagined my Aunt would be talking like that to me. You grow up and find out the adults in your family were more into things like nude little boys than you ever imagined. But it did explain a lot about my own preteen years. When I was their age, both she and Mom looked for opportunities to make me run around nude both at home and in what one might call more public places. They both enjoyed exposing my boyhood to complete strangers. And, both wouldn’t hesitate to whip my bare backside with a hairbrush or belt when necessary.

“Wouldn’t you love the opportunity to tear up that Matthew’s tight little ass with a belt?” I swear the woman could read my mind. I was really flabbergasted she just blurted that out. Just to maintain some semblance of innocence, I had to act like I wasn’t remotely considering such a thing.

In order to buy some thinking time, I responded with, “What?”

“I was just saying, I’d love to take the belt to that Matthew’s bare ass.”

Stymied, I answered with another question, “You like whipping kids?”

“No, I like whipping little boys. Your mom says she thinks it’s a psychologically based ‘girl power thing’ with us. It’s our only chance to lord it over the males and teach our boys to respect females. Who knows?” She stared off into the yard, but it was evident she wasn’t attending to the flopping penises out there, she was off somewhere else. “I remember when she called me about spanking you. You must have been two, I’d guess, she wanted to know at what age she should start spanking. How the hell would I know? I almost told her to call Grandma for advice, but I just said to strip you naked and slap the fire out of your bare ass, if she thought you needed it. She did! It got rid of her frustration and stopped the tantrum you were having. From then on, both your mom and your dad spanked you for misbehavior. I remember the first time your dad decided to use a belt instead of his hand. Do you?”

“Yeah, I remember. I was six and he called me to come in the house. It was getting dark. I just decided to hang with the kid from down the street instead. When I finally got home, he stripped me naked, slid his belt off and my backside was never the same.”

“But after that you came home when he told you, didn’t you? You’ve had many spankings over the years from your mother and father, both sets of grandparents, and even me. All of us have landed the belt across your naked ass at some time or another. Doesn’t seem to have hurt you a bit. You’ve turned out to be a decent kid.”

“Did you guys like spanking me? I mean did you find it pleasurable?”

“I guess I’m supposed to say ‘no we hated having to do it’, but that’s not true at least in my case, and, I’m pretty sure, your mother’s. There was something erotic and enjoyable about doing it. Maybe it was that justice was achieved. But the men must have enjoyed it too. They tended to brag about how bad they gave it to you when they talked with other men. It was like there was some kind of contest over who was the strictest with the boys. No, it wasn’t something anyone lost sleep over. Why’d you ask?”

“Well, I was just thinking about being only sixteen and how much I’d love to whip the fire out of those boys’ butts if I got a chance. Thinking that way made me feel guilty and perverted, if you know what I mean.”

She shoulder-hugged me. “No, Honey, it’s kind of a satisfying feeling when you spank a boy. You’ll get your chance this weekend, I’m sure. It’s not like you’ve zeroed in on a target out there. Have you?”

I paused, “Well…”

“Oh shit, Ronnie, you want to whip Matthew, don’t you?”

I was embarrassed she’d put it all together. I didn’t deny, but I certainly didn’t confirm her deduction.

She patted my bare leg and reassured me, “Don’t worry you’ll probably get your chance. He’s a pretty active kid.”

Her gaze, like mine, returned to the bouncing penises further out in the yard.

“Don’t you just love seeing those little guys running around naked? Those firm, tight little asses and their floppy little boy parts? Don’t you just want to pull on their peepees and tickle those cute little butts?”

At sixteen I wasn’t going to admit it was a turn on for me. I mean there’s something society thinks is inherently wrong about that. And, for sure, coming from a mother, it’s palatable. Coming from a post pubescent male it’d be considered perverted.

I had to ask, “Why do you get such a thrill out of it?”

She paused, “Well, it’s kind of akin to using the belt on them. It’s a power thing as much as it is aesthetic. I love forcing them to be naked because for most of them it’s totally embarrassing and humiliating. I like it because I can do it to them whether they like it or not. On the other hand, I also love fondling those little penises to make them hard. I really don’t want to have sex with them, I just want to stiffen their rods. Their penises are to play with, Ronnie. You play with yours, don’t you?”

“I don’t believe you just asked me that, Aunt Brenda. Now, I’m embarrassed.”

“Your mom and I used to play with yours all the time. Hell, I’m the one who took you out in the snow to teach you to write your name when you peed. You must have been six or so. You’d be right there in the front yard naked except for your little boots and I’d wiggle that little penis around trying to print your name in yellow. Never got past the first “N”, but we tried. You even liked it when we did that.” She laughed and patted my leg again. Then she followed with, “Boys just beginning to enter puberty are especially fun to fondle. Probably because it embarrasses them just to have to be nude. It makes it worse on them if they have hard-ons than if they don’t. When they’re younger than eight or nine they aren’t so shy about being exposed and that’s no fun. They are cute that way but when embarrassment is a part of the experience it’s what you might call erotic. Nothing like an eleven or twelve, or even a slow developing thirteen-year-old boy with a stiff rod being made to show himself to the world at large.”

I knew where she was coming from because both she and Mom had put me through the same regimen as I grew up. At their age I was usually hard whenever I was made to expose myself to other people or when she or Mom fondled my goods. I can’t say I didn’t like the feeling of an erection. That’d be a lie. At sixteen, I still get horny just thinking about exposing myself especially to members of the opposite sex. But I have to admit, I have a similar response thinking about making young boys strip naked in front of others as well, especially similar age girls. The more they challenge an authority figure’s resolve to dominate, the stronger the horniness I experience.

Our conversation let my dreams of using the belt on Matthew’s ass drift to the back of my mind. Now, I was centered on ideas to put the seven of them in embarrassing situations like I’d experienced growing up.

Suddenly, Cindy and her posse of girls appeared from beside the house. Davey was used to their presence and their fondling, but the other six boys were immediately thrown into a fit of frustration. Needless to say, the soccer ball rolled to a halt. The boys clutched their packages to shield them from the scrutiny of the girls. Aunt Brenda went wild. “Which one of you wants to get the belt? Where are your hands supposed to be? Get them there! The girls are here to see and feel your little peepees and balls. Like it or not, you’re going to share yours with them. Boy parts are meant to be seen and shared. Girls they’re all yours.”

It was like a shopping spree. The empowered girls selected various victims from among the boys and pulled and prodded penises and scrotums. The boys were all rock hard through the ordeal. Strangely, many of them went from fear and resistance to actually thrusting their packages forward for easier access by the giggling exuberant girls.

Matthew never lost that fearful look. His penis was definitely one of the most popular. I don’t know if it was the overall cuteness of his body or his hesitance that made him so inviting, but his package was no particular standout. He was average sized. Perhaps it was the cleanness of his trim job around his bulbous pink head. Yeah, his dick was average sized but it was comparatively very attractive.

That said, two of the kids had penises that were more on the size of “prize winning” contenders as far as length and attractiveness and they did get their share of attention. But, overall, I was glad Matthew’s got so much attention. Seven boys, four girls, how much play can go on at one time?

The following morning, the recreation room was littered with nude little bodies some twisting and stretching some still soundly asleep. It was kind of cute seeing the still slumbering boys. Each one was in a different pose from fully splayed legs to still partially covered belly sleepers. I was impressed the boys who’d awakened were careful not to wake those who hadn’t. I could only think, if I had been among them, I’d have wanted everyone up.

Matthew, the target I longed to nail, was on his back with his legs bent at the knee. Still unconscious in sleep, his penis and loose scrotum were fully exposed. His penis was definitely saluting with the “morning wood”. The kid’s face looked so angelic. It was hard for me to formulate a scenario of spanking him in my mind, but I knew, once he was fully awake, the urge would return. For then, I was just satisfied imagining feeling his three-inch stiffy.

Breakfast was another story. Once all were awake, Aunt Brenda pulled out three boxes of different cereals. She’d purchased those Styrofoam bowls and a gallon jug of milk. The boys anxiously picked their favorite cereal and went about serving themselves. There was a whole different tone about breakfast. It didn’t appear any of them was aware of their total nudity. They giggled and teased each other as they consumed the meal. Notably there wasn’t a boner among them, nor did any of them attempt to cover themselves. Embarrassment seemed to have been conquered. That is until…

“Okay boys, hurry up and eat so I can get the kitchen cleaned up. We’re going to the beach today.” There was an immediate cheer from the boys. “You all are going naked!” The cheer turned to a sudden realization they were going to be publicly displayed in their full glories.

One of the ten-year-olds offered the first argument. “We can’t go to the beach naked! Everyone will see us!”

Aunt Brenda replied in an off the cuff way, “That’s the general idea. I want people to see those cute little penises and your smooth little butts. I hope we can tan you up for your mothers and fathers. Just think, no wet swimsuits to worry about. No, Jeff, you’re all going naked and will be naked all day. Don’t worry we’ll spend the whole day at the beach, I even have some charcoal, hotdogs and buns. We can cook them on one of those grills they have there. It’ll be a fun day.”

It wasn’t a half hour later I was instructed to round up the belt. “I’m sure you’re going to need it at some point today!”

The boys were ushered out to the Aunt Brenda’s van. It was overcrowded but we all managed to fit. One of the hottest sights was all those naked little guys, butt cheek to butt cheek, legs up against legs. The disappointment was the seating was so tight, their penises and ball sacks were hidden by their tightly pressed legs. Other than the occasional aggressive fidget to attempt getting more room there wasn’t any problem.

Now, usually a boy going to the beach would show a lot of excitement. This carload seemed a bit quieter. I really think it was the anticipation of our arrival and how they’d be totally exposed to other beachgoers. What they didn’t know was Ballston Beach historically was clothing optional. More than likely folks they’d encounter would be exercising their choice to minimize their own clothing. I hoped there weren’t any other nudes that day so the boys were showcased. I wanted them totally embarrassed and I’m sure Aunt Brenda did too. Only time would tell.

In an effort to increase the likelihood of showing the boys off, we parked in a distant space and herded them through the parking lot. None of the other people in the lot was naked—not kids, not teens, not adults. Our group was definitely the center of attention and the boys were inclined to shield their appendages which was immediately corrected by my aunt. I was issued the order to use the belt on any boy covering his boy parts for any reason. My eyes immediately tracked Matthew. Oh, how I wanted a piece of that little guy’s backside. Silently, I lipped, “Just give me a reason, Matty. Go ahead and cover that little hard on.” He didn’t.

We walked the boys to within twenty-five feet of the sign announcing the transition of the clothed beach to the section reserved for those bathers who weren’t so reserved.

I read the thing as we passed by it, “Warning! Clothing optional beyond this sign.” I was and still am amused by the wording. “Warning?” I guess it was warning the prudes so they wouldn’t be shocked at what they were about to encounter.

“Let’s be squatters right here! I want the boys within eyeshot of the clothed population.” Aunt Brenda was devious, don’t you think? “Randy, you can take your suit off, if you want to.”

Like hell, I wasn’t about to be nude.

“After all you’re still just a boy. No one will really care. Besides, everyone likes sizing up young boys.” She chuckled knowing full well that wasn’t going to happen.

“I will, if you do.” I shot back.

“Honey, be careful. I might just do it to make you follow suit.”

No offense, but that would have been gross. Maybe if she lost fifty or sixty pounds, I’d have been more interested, but, then again, not really. I was definitely certain that wouldn’t happen.

Our seven naked charges kind of nervously kicked at the sand. I’m sure they were anticipating the other side of the sign to be quickly populated by interested gawkers. But, for at least a couple hundred yards either way, no one was in sight. I couldn’t help but notice even the more distant swimmers on our side of the sign were definitely wearing swim attire.

The boys were released to run to the surf. Aunt Brenda and I unfolded the beach chairs and sat watching them. Most were waist deep and splashing each other. I definitely knew why the bulk of them tended to stay waist deep, but that wouldn’t last. Aunt Brenda was clued in to it as well.

About mid-morning a family of five showed up and parked their blankets just to the right of the sign. There was a mother and father and three girls. Two seemed to be younger or the same age as the boys and one maybe closer to my age. None of that family was immediately aware that our group was nude. It would be almost fifteen minutes before the youngest of their clan was pointing at and quite evidently calling attention to the naked boys. The rest of the family was staring directly at them. The father kind of laughed and waved it off, the mother grinned, the kids I’d bet were hoping for some closer views of the boys’ genitalia.

Brenda started fumbling around in her beach bag. Finally, she pulled out her Olympus digital camera. “I had to buy a whole new SD card. The other one was much too small for our excursion today.”

As Timmy ran from the waterfront to the blanket, his loose appendage swinging freely in all directions, his attention turned to our company on the clothed side of the sign. Their attention, of course, was on him. I heard the click of Aunt Brenda’s camera. Over and over it clicked as he approached. Funny, but I’m sure she could have captured the entire unraveling of his penis as it hardened after he’d become aware of “other people”, especially “girls”, admiring his physique.

“Don’t you dare cover up Timmy. You let them see you!” She cautioned him.

To his credit he didn’t. In fact, he didn’t even try to turn to the vacant turf to the left of us to limit the onlookers to a less embarrassing butt shot. The girls, all three of them, were visually glued to the kid. The mother made quick glances our way. The father appeared to have no interest in the show. He fumbled about in what I suspected was a picnic bag. Eventually, he presented the misses with a camera as well. It had a long lens. You don’t have to be a brain surgeon to know what she had in mind.

After handing it to his wife, that camera was definitely pointed in our direction. I wrote it off thinking the distance between us was so great, the kids’ penises wouldn’t be discernable. It’s be like trying to see his eye color from that distance. I’d later be proven wrong about that. Apparently, thirty or forty feet isn’t that much distance for a telephoto lens to cover.

A surprising pronouncement from Aunt Brenda occurred as the whole bunch was summoned back to the blanket. Three of the boys immediately covered their packages when they noticed the family on the other side of the sign. The entire family was staring at them as they walked from the beachhead to the blanket. All eyes were on the flopping penises I’d guess. It was very evident the girls were definitely excited by the view.

“Randy, I want you to use the belt on Matthew, Jason, and Kenny after our little meeting. They have been told over and over not to cover their boy parts no matter what. It’s time they knew I mean business. You can just whip their asses right here bend them over the lounge chair.”

Two of the three—Matthew and Kenny—were brought to tears when sentence was passed. Kenny immediately began trying to beg out of the spanking. He insisted he wouldn’t do it again. Jason who’d sprung a hard-on uncovered and tried to get out from under the punishment by insisting his balls itched and he was just scratching. That didn’t work either. Aunt Brenda was determined. “Well, next time they itch ask one of the other boys to scratch them for you. If you’d done that, you wouldn’t be spanked. But I don’t believe you.”

“I’m not touching some other kid’s balls.” Jason argued.

“Well, that’s why I called you boys up here. You all need some sunscreen on so you don’t burn. I have three bottles of it here and you will take time putting it on each other. You will pair off and each of you will rub the sunscreen on each other. You will be sure to cover each other’s backsides and when you do the fronts, be sure to rub it in well on each other’s penises and scrotums. Be very careful to make sure you work it into each other’s glans.”

Aunt Brenda was interrupted by Timmy, “What a glans?”

“It’s the tip of your penis.” She pinched his. “This part. This is a glans.” She continued, “Kenny, you and Jason are a pair all day. Since you two are to be whipped with the belt, you can wait until after your spankings to put the lotion on. It’ll help cool you off. Matthew, Ronnie will take care of your sunscreen for the day, and he will put it on after he whips your backside.”

What a stroke of luck. My little target was going to get his ass spanked by me and then I was going to have a legitimate reason to play with his little package. I hoped I wasn’t drooling over the prospect, but from the stirring I felt in my suit, that would be the least telling of my worries. I actually had to sit down to avoid detection. The belt draped across my lap.

“Why don’t you get the punishments over first? Then we can get all seven sunscreened up.” Brenda gestured for the three in waiting to approach the chair.

Nervously I rose hoping my erection wasn’t tenting my swimsuit too much. I quickly pushed my penis upward trying to minimize the evidence. Taking Kenny by the shoulder I turned him toward the chair and was able to shield my excitement from view. “I guess you need to put your hands on each side of the seat, Kenny. I’m not sure it will hold up.” Aunt Brenda took the already crying boy’s hands and put them on either side of the lawn chair, then gestured for me to begin.

I swung the belt rather limply. I actually didn’t want to hurt the kid. Aunt Brenda was quick to demand, “We’ll be here all day, if you don’t snap that belt harder on his backside. Let him have it!”

She scared me with her harshness. I swung harder and there was the all too familiar snap as the leather contacted Kenny’s backside. He lunged forward and screamed out. Aunt Brenda ordered, “More and harder!” I complied. After five she allowed me to stop. The poor kid had snot running down his tear drenched face. His backside was pink, not red, so I worried she wouldn’t approve. Thankfully, I was wrong.

“Boys, that’s just a taste of what will happen if I ever see one of you covering your boy parts again. Ronnie, Jason is next!”

Jason dry eyed stoically took position. For an eleven-year-old I couldn’t figure out why he wasn’t at least worried. He didn’t need coaching and just assumed the position. I began immediately. My first swing was as hard as Kenny’s last. The snap was loud and Jason lunged but only grunted. The second, third and fourth contacts were met with the same reaction. My thoughts at that point were, “What’s with this kid? It’s like he’s defying me. He should be at least tearful.” My fifth was as hard as I could swing. I was somewhat pissed the kid wasn’t reacting. His ass was pinker than Kenny’s was. He just stood up and rubbed his ass with his hands and faked an “Ooooowwwwww, that hurt!”

I glanced over at the family. All were captivated. Misses was clicking away with the long lens camera.

Aunt Brenda interrupted, “And, now, little Matthew.”

You could tell the kid was scared. Tears were falling down his cheeks and his hands were holding his butt cheeks. I know, if he hadn’t been anticipating his spanking, Aunt Brenda’s “little” remark would have earned his objection. It didn’t though, he was too worried about the belting he was about to get.

My boner was so damned hard my glans was aching. Finally, the ass of all asses I wanted to tag was going to feel my passion. I gently pushed the boy into position. After a pathetic look backward at me, he centered his gaze forward. He had tightened his ass in anticipation of the pain to follow. I swung and the snap was probably the sharpest one I’d done that day. He screamed out in agony. I waited a few seconds just to increase the intensity of the moment. Another snap and nine-year-old lunged releasing his hold on the chair. As he repositioned himself, I noticed the dimples in his ass cheeks went away. I supposed it was just too much effort to keep his backside tight. Again, the snap and scream. He was able to maintain his position. Seeing the stripe caused by the fourth swing, I imagined what the mark would have looked like if the dark complexed boy’s ass shared the same well-tanned tone. At this point the kid was near a basket case begging for cessation.

“One more!” Aunt Brenda ordered.

I landed the final tram to his beautiful body. After he released his hold, I almost immediately took a seat to hide my substantial tent. Aunt Brenda handed me a sunscreen bottle. “Be thorough. Remember, boy parts. Take your time.”

I pulled the still crying boy to me and gave him a little hug. I couldn’t help it. It was an automatic reaction. “Sorry, Matt, but you brought that one on yourself. She warned you guys. Now, turn around so I can put this stuff on your back. Don’t cover your penis!” He did as he was told. I looked toward our neighbors and momma was clicking away at our boys. The girls were trance like and daddy was just chuckling. I squirted the lotion in my hand and applied it to his butt first. He flinched as I made the initial contact. I used a slow rotation to apply it.

After doing the back of Matt’s muscular little legs, I turned him around. That penis was hard as a rock and so was mine. His three-inch boner paralleled the blanket. I was very anxious to “protect” it from being exposed to the sun. I don’t know if you every felt a nine-year-old knob, but it was so grape like it invited me to start there. So, I actually pinched the shaft with my left thumb and forefinger and circled that tip of that stiff rod with the palm of my hand. I moved my hold forward and pinched the pee slit opened and aggressively pressed the hole with the tip of my pinky. My attention switched to sliding my hand up and down his shaft. Finally, I ended up using my index and middle finger to gently work the lotion into his scrotum. His little marbles were still tightly hugging his pubis. They felt like little jelly beans as I prodded them. I was careful to avoid bringing further pain to the little guy.

Finishing his more sensitive parts, I did his face and upper torso. That was followed by another cursory visit to his genitalia and then down the fronts of those beautiful little legs. I couldn’t help myself and returned to his genitalia again for another coating. I mean that sunscreen does get absorbed by the skin quickly, doesn’t it? And, that part of a young boy’s body, if it hadn’t been exposed to the sun often enough, would require extra attention. Besides, I know he must have been feeling good sporting an erection so I had to help him keep the feeling, didn’t I?

My mind drifted as I patted his bare ass to send him on his way. I planned to insert my finger tip in his little hole the next time I had to renew his protection. Not far enough to feel his little prostate, but far enough to make him jump and cringe.

As he moved away still red eyed and wet from tears, my thoughts shifted as the neighbors came into view. “I wonder what the pictures our neighbor captured looked like. Wonder if they’re any good? They had to be. Did she capture my work with Matthew? Think that lens was powerful enough to clearly capture the boys’ penises? If she did, I want to see them. Wonder if she’d email them to me or at least upload them somewhere for me to download? Why don’t you go over and ask her when your erection subsides? Whatever you do, don’t move around too much. The stimulation of the mesh inside the suit against your very sensitive head might make things explode. Wonder if it’d make telltale wet spots on your trunks? If it does you’ll have to sit here until they dry. Better not chance it. Just sit here and let things settle down. Then, go introduce yourself to the neighbors, chat awhile, and ask if they’d share the images they’d recorded.”

Aunt Brenda awoke me from my thoughts. “Well, did you enjoy beating the little guy’s backside?”

“What?”

She clarified, “Matthew, did you enjoy whipping his butt?”

“Oh, yeah, it was kind of love hate. I loved doing it but strangely I hated hurting him. I really liked…” I stopped short.

“You really enjoyed putting the sunscreen on him, didn’t you? Admit it. You loved doing it.” Now she’d really embarrassed me.

I didn’t respond, but my reddened face answered her question.

She summarized, “Judging from his hard-on, he liked it too. You know, we’re here all day so he’s going to need it at least three more times. All that water play washes it off so they’ll all need recoating every hour or so.”

The father from the gawking little girls was walking our way. His face showed a friendly happiness so I wasn’t too apprehensive. “Aunt Brenda, don’t look now but I think we’re about to have a visitor.”

It wasn’t a few seconds later then the athletically built guy was standing beside our lawn chairs. “Hi, my name is Dan McDonald. That’s my family over there.”

I was expecting a complaint, but hey the sign did WARN them this was clothing optional territory.

“We’ve been admiring your naked little guys. My wife, Sally,” he pointed toward her and she smiled and waved nervously, “and I love seeing your boys running around naked and she’s been taking images from afar with her digital camera.”

Aunt Brenda was her amenable old self, “That’s okay. Take all you want.”

“No, what I was wondering is if you would be offended if we move our blankets a bit closer to yours. Our little girls have had very limited exposure to naked boys. In fact, I don’t think they’ve ever seen boys this age naked. It’d also give Sally more opportunities for close-ups. I just didn’t want to encroach on your turf without asking, if you know what I mean.”

Brenda’s response was a little off-putting but accepting, “Hey, it’s a public beach. You can park your stuff anywhere you want to. We don’t care if you want to move over here.”

He got a perplexed look as he tried to ferret out what the hell her remark meant. Was she annoyed?

I was a bit embarrassed at her curtness, but then she redeemed herself, “If you mover over here, maybe the girls can help put the sunscreen on the boys and they can get more education than just an eyeful. No, feel free to move over here.”

With that we both felt a bit relieved. Perhaps it was just a misunderstanding. All was good.

Long story short, Dan went back and gathered up his family and stuff and dragged it the thirty or forty feet closer to our location. The girls were giddy with excitement. Sally cleaned off her lenses on the camera. Our boys didn’t go without noticing the closer proximity. We could see Timmy pointing up at us and the others frozen in their tracks looking our way. It was evident from the body language this was not an acceptable alternative for them.

“I think the guys are a bit bashful about us joining you.” Dan observed.

“I hope so. It’s all about embarrassing and humiliating them. If they don’t like it, all the better. Randy, would you call them up here to meet the McDonalds? Remind them what happens to boys who cover their junk.”

I did as I was told. Sally’s camera was working overtime as the boys approached the blanket. If I had one mine would have been too. To a boy their appendages were stiff and swaying side to side as they approached.

I took it upon myself to make them line up facing the family, spread their legs and put their hands behind their backs. I thought Sally’s camera would start smoking from the number of images she was recording.

“Boys, these are the McDonalds. They will be spending the day with us. The girls will be in-charge of putting the sunscreen on you. Mrs. McDonald will be taking pictures of you guys pretty much all the time. She wants you to just do whatever you were doing so she can capture you being little boys. My only caution to you is remember what happens to boys who cover their penises I’m sure those are things she wants to have in the pictures she takes. Remember, hard or soft, you are to always let them be seen. Any questions?”

Matthew was first to ask, “The girls are going to put the sunscreen on us? Like on our penises and stuff?”

Aunt Brenda didn’t mince words, “That’s exactly what that means, Matthew. Anyone else have questions?”

I was a bit disappointed that my privileges with Matthew were being taken away. I liked playing with his little phallus and now someone else would be doing it, but the new arrangement wasn’t without its own benefits.

Aunt Brenda took the bag of charcoal she’d brought to a permanent grill thirty or so feet from our blanket. Mr. McDonald offered to start the fire and grill the dogs and she relinquished the starter fluid and matches with a smile.

Fifteen minutes later Mr. McDonald hollered that the coals were lit. Brenda had me carry the cooler containing the hotdogs back to him. I think he had planned to grill items for his family too as there were chicken parts already cooking. It was the perfect time for some male bonding between the two of us, and it’d give me time to ask for copies of Sally’s photos.

Turns out it was surprisingly easy. “Sure, just give Sally your e-mail address and we’ll send it to you. But, at the rate she’s going, it’s going to be one hell of a folder. What a couple of hundred megs? Maybe she can just upload them and we’ll send you the link.”

Needless to say, I was ecstatic.

“You kinda like looking at that little Matthew kid, don’t you?”

Now that was embarrassing. How in the hell was everyone so aware of my interest in Matthew? Oh well, sometimes the truth hurts.

“He’s a cute kid. I’ll make sure Sally gets more of him for you. Maybe a couple of you together!”

The boys were summoned to the blanket to dry off for lunch. Each of them was instructed to sit cross-legged on the blanket while they waited for Brenda or Sally to add condiments to their hotdogs. I was appointed to put a handful of potato chips on each plate.

“Miss Brenda, why do we have to sit cross-legged?” Ah, the seldom heard voice of Timmy one of the better endowed ten-year-olds.

“Well now for a couple of reasons. First, your mothers and fathers wanted you to spend the week with me because they don’t like how shy you are about being naked in front of other people. For another reason, when you are naked what we really like to see is your little boy parts. And we want those parts and your butts to tan up real nice. Make’s ‘em cuter to look at. So, they have to get as much sunlight as they can. Any other questions?”

Lunch was finished and the McDonald girls were eager to put the sunscreen on the troops. To say their attention was focused on the boys’ penises and scrota would be an understatement. Sally had her camera going as her girls, for the lack of better words, played with the nine, ten and eleven-year-old erect penises. All, except for the majority of the boys, had fun.

Just wish I could share some of the photos with you readers. They were uploaded the week after our gathering and that Sally is quite the photographer. It was my idea to make jump drives with all the images and give one to each of the seven sets of parents as a gift. They were appreciated.

When the parents picked up the kids, Aunt Brenda instructed them to make sure their sons spent a minimum of five hours a day completely naked, preferably outside.

I was tipped by five of the families for attending to their kids. Jason’s father gave me $100. He said it was thanks for taking the belt to his son, when he needed it. Made me feel almost grown-up.

When I think about it, the monetary gratuity was nothing compared to the intimate pleasure of embarrassing them, teasing their penises, and spanking their tight little asses. None the less that extra $250 in tips was appreciated. It gave me pocket money for the times I was able to pick-up Matthew for follow-up sessions over the next two years.

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