Anthony, Mike and Jack - The Three Musketeers

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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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Three boys, best of friends, have entered the Twilight Zone of prepuberty. Once open and free to being naked they were now battling the self-consciousness of their developmental stage. One boy’s sister and all three sets of parents accept the mothers’ erotic plans to crush their modesty. In the process they give in to their own erotic taboos for their sons. One boy’s sister narrates.

Anthony, Mike and Jack--The Three Musketeers

By, Running Bare

My name is Sarah. I’m sixteen. I have a little brother Anthony. He’s ten soon to be eleven. Now, I know I may be biased, but the kid is really handsome. Beautiful specimen head to toe. Though I’ve been treated to seeing him naked on several occasions, lately it’s usually when he’s on the painful end of Dad’s belt. I can attest that his cute penis is, at the very least, average length and his plum sized ball sack is almost always bunched up supporting it unless he’s hard. Then it stands by itself, I’d say at a respectable four inches. His bottom is smooth and inviting. Often there are cute dimples in his cheeks and that makes them even more becoming. The boy’s legs are really shapely as well. Let’s just say the kid is beautiful.

When my brother was seven and eight, I’d pay him a dollar to strip naked for my friends when I babysat. He’d hesitantly disrobe after being enticed by the dollar bill I lured him with. Then we’d spread him out, and, after minor skirmishes and attempts to fend us off, we’d play with his little penis and occasionally penetrate his anus with smooth items that would fit in his rectum. All said and done we thrilled ourselves for many hours playing with that little dude. To my knowledge it never got back to Mom or Dad.

Somehow Anthony became a bit shier as he grew up. When he was nine getting time for naked entertainment became almost impossible. That eager little boy suddenly changed. He wouldn’t allow the play sessions even for five dollars which was a bit out of my budget. It all stopped.

The other night, he had a sleepover with two of his eleven-year-old friends, Jack Connors and Mike O’Leary. Again, by luck, the two are close to as handsome as Anthony. These guys have been the Three Musketeers of their school and our neighborhood. When school’s out, where you see one you see the other two as well.

It should be noted that on rare occasions that Jack wears short pants I marvel at the beauty of his legs. He has even more severe body shyness than my brother. But I have seen the boy naked several times when he was seven and even eight during sleepovers at our house. Mom would take them one at a time and supervise their bathing on those days. She’d always leave the door opened while she did it, so I got occasional glimpses, except for when she bathed Jack. He was adamant about limiting his naked display to her alone.

She did ask me to supervise the baths during one weekend long campout stay. The boys were sleeping in the backyard in sleeping bags. They were always getting into things at the park at the end of our street and legs, arms and faces were usually due cleaning. I really had a blast with that. Except for Jack. I was even able to stimulate Mike’s penis to a hardon as I took over the motherly act of washing him by hand. At eight, one would think having a non-mother feeling his junk would have resulted in a fight. He just stood there acting like all was normal. Makes one wonder if his mother was still bathing him. Face it, most parents give up the bathing routine after a kid is seven or eight when they should be fully capable of bathing themselves. Glad my mom felt boys were slower in developing those skills.

Let me stop here. To me there’s absolutely nothing more enticing that watching some young boy’s erect penis bouncing around freely as he plays, save possibly watching him consciously or unconsciously playing with himself while he’s naked. One of my very favorites is watching a boy disrobe and seeing that hard appendage as it bounces free of the elastic of his underwear especially if he’s been forced to remove them.

I long for the old days when I was occasionally asked to supervise their baths.

You know, back then, I was every bit as excited for Mom and/or Dad to give the boys permission to have overnight stays as the boys were to have them. I always hoped for the opportunity to see them naked. No, rather to be asked to supervise them while they were naked. Hasn’t happened in years tough.

What I can tell you is Mom and Mrs. Connor and Mrs. O’Leary had coffee the other day. I was in the dining room trying to compose a paper for English class. It was due the following Monday. Of course, I unconsciously listened until Mrs. O’Leary said. “I think the boys are really curious. I caught Mike and Anthony naked in the garage. Jack was dressed but playing with the other two’s penises. Nothing alarming, just rubbing and pulling on them. I stood outside the side door and listened and occasionally peeked in on them. It was cute. Mike and Anthony standing there hard as a rock. Jack swatting their bare bottoms, and them trying to chide him into undressing and joining them. He wouldn’t budge on taking his clothes off. Oh, Miriam, I have to tell you Anthony’s penis is really clean looking nice cut job whoever circumcised the boy. I was surprised at how well-endowed he is. Ever measured it?”

Mom chuckled and offered, “Thanks for that. If he knew you were within eye-shot he’d have opted to keep his clothes on. For some reason he’s been overtaken by modesty even around me. And, no, I’ve never measured it, but it is a bit longer than the average eleven-year-old, don’t you think?”

I couldn’t formulate a sentence at that point. The moms’ discussion was too interesting. Luckily Mom forgot I was so close by.

Mrs. Connor lamented. “I wish Anthony wasn’t so shy about such things. I seem to recall in my child development class during undergrad, we were taught kids engage in sex-play normally during those preteen middle childhood years to build gender identity and compare sexual similarities. So the play is to be expected. I just don’t like having to force Jack to take his clothes of in MY presence.”

Mrs. O’Leary jumped on that tidbit, “That makes sense.”

Mom quizzed her. “So, you don’t think we should discuss this with them? Try to get it to stop.”

The answer from Mrs. Connor got me think horny thoughts, “On the contrary we should either turn a blind eye or subtly encourage them. My problem is Jack’s fear of joining them. I want him to be the victim not the observer. It’ do him good. I know Bob shares my concern about it.”

Mrs. C pushed Mrs. O’Leary further, “Tell me Cindy, was there any oral experimentation during that play session? Did any of them suck on another’s cock?”

I was fingering myself at this point. Just imagining that and thinking about the window to possible interventions they were opening. Could this result in re-opening the young boys on parade program for me and I friends? I had to hold myself down from going in and joining the conversation. The only thing stopping me was the possibility the mothers would change the subject and nothing of note would be decided. I was careful not to slide my chair or drop my pen for fear the noise would betray my presence in the next room.

Her answer wasn’t as stimulating as I’d wished for, “I don’t think so. Maybe after I snuck away to leave them alone. Who knows?”

Again Mrs. C questioned, “Are you certain they aren’t playing with anal penetration? These are things I have to work past if I’m expected to encourage them. That would disgust me and I’m sure Joe would have a conniption fit if he found out. Jack’s ass would be sore for many days. He’d be bruised from Joe’s belt for a month.”

Mrs. O’Leary was sympathetic for her friend’s son, “If that’s the case I’m kind of glad I bowed out when I did. I’d hate to put Jack in that jeopardy. Let me be clear I have limits too. I’m inclined to draw a line at anal penetration but not exploration. If some ten or eleven-year-old puts his friends penis in his mouth I guess it’d be entertaining to watch. I mean most little boys that age aren’t ‘shooting’ yet, so what’s the harm? If they’re sodomizing each other I think I’d have a problem.”

Mom, after my own heart, offered, “Well, I for one, don’t want to discourage the boys, but I sure would like watching them as they play. Once they get through puberty, it won’t be as cute.”

Mrs. O’Leary threw out, “No, after puberty, cute turns to concerns about sexual orientation.”

Mom surprised me with her remark. “Oh, I’ve grown to accept whatever orientation outcome develops. I don’t think it’s a result of sex play. I’m a firm believer it’s hardwired before birth. I know, I know there are those who think it’s programmed. I don’t disagree, but it’s hard programmed from the start. Let them play with each other’s bodies. It can’t do anything but help them sort out their sexual direction.”

Mrs. O’Leary kind of summarized the discussion, “So we’re kind of all agreed. We don’t worry about sex play if we catch it. We brush it off if we’re caught catching them and walk away with a ‘You boys have fun. Just don’t hurt each other.’?”

Mrs. Connor said, “Fine with me. Just draw the line at sodomy. We’ll save fucking for adulthood. If I catch them, I’m going to take their clothes and tell them they don’t have to hide to be naked. I’ll leave them that way for a few hours. I just want to watch them run around naked. My daughters will like seeing those swinging dicks too.”

Mrs. O’Leary sparked a side conversation. “You aren’t going to let the girls do that too, are you?”

“Oh hell no. Girls will never be naked in the boys’ presence. Girls need their modesty. I will let the girls dominate them though. You know make them submit to being felt up by them. Stuff like that.”

Mom was energized, “You go girl. I know for a fact Jack’s sisters will enjoy the show.”

“I think we should discuss this with our husbands, don’t you?” Oh, Mrs. O’Leary just let it go. “I think Frank will have a problem with allowing them playing with each other’s penises and the like.”

Mrs. Connor to the rescue. “I can compile a list of readings that my put him at ease. I know opinions are often developed by false information not hard facts. Or, we can get the guys together and have a discussion like this with them present. I know Bob will be in agreement. He wants Jack to get over the modesty thing and this is definitely a way to do it. I’ll just make it sound like it’s critical that we get it done soon. I mean we only have a year or two.”

I wanted to jump up and yell, “Ladies get over it. Strip ‘em naked and make them stay that way when they aren’t in school. It’ll save on your clothing budget. My friends and I will love the show.” But I didn’t.

The following Saturday the three sets of parents met at O’Leary’s house for an Italian dinner. Being as Mike was an only child, he was visiting our house so I could “sit” for him and my brother, I assumed the kitchen table chatter of the Thursday before was the topic of discussion. I’d have loved to been a fly on the wall.

I announced shower time to the boys and suggested they go up together. Jack balked. He was going to shower alone. No surprises there. Why would he want to be naked in front of a friend who he’d hung with for at least eight years—a friend who’d seen him naked, who he’d shared a bath with naked, and swam naked with in the backyard pool up until he was seven? What in the hell has changed? Oh well.

Now I can’t tell you what was discussed at the O’Leary’s that night, but I can tell you about incidents since. Many of the things I share from here on are mostly conjecture, but as with a difficult jigsaw puzzle the pieces fit tightly. Some like what I’m about to report were shared with me by Mom as what is commonly called “girl talk”.

A week after the O’Leary summit, the three boys were to share a weekend sleepover at our house. I’m not really sure what Mrs. Connor said, but what Mom told me was she hinted that Anthony and Mike should take Jack to one of their forts. She told them she knew little boys liked to be naked at times, but Jack was having problems dealing with nudity even among friends. She said Mrs. Connor also told them, she wouldn’t be upset if the boys jumped him and stripped him naked by force. She wouldn’t even be upset if they took his clothes so he had to come home naked so other people could see him.”

No, I know, it’s a bit hard to swallow, but it’s what she told me went on. All the while I questioned why Mom was telling me the whole story. She said Mrs. Connor told them it’d be doing her a favor if they did that to her son and they’d enjoy Jack’s discomfort when they did it. She said when she told Anthony and Mike to do it she embarrassed them by stating all mothers knew boys liked to play with each other’s penises and stuff and that was okay too. They denied it (liars). She went on, stating if they wanted to play with Jack’s penis to go right ahead. She said she made it sound like a joke and told them to old him down and just do it. At any rate Mom was convinced the two boys didn’t know if Mrs. C was joking or not, but they definitely were given the impression it wouldn’t bother her if they did it.

“How’d you find this out? Did Anthony tell you?” I was curious.

She went on to insinuate to me that doing that to Jack would open the door to requiring the other two to join him as a consequence for such an assault. Apparently, the other parents involved after were fine with the plan. At least Mom was.

It must have sunk in. A week and a half later the boys were camping out in our backyard. No, it wasn’t at a fort. It was in our own backyard. Apparently after we, in the house were in bed. Mike and Anthony had been reoriented to the plan by Mom. This time I heard her again from my dining room perch. She was in the family room with the boys. Jack apparently had gone to the bathroom to relieve himself.

“Boy’s while Jack’s gone, let me tell you again. If you want to you can do what Mrs. Connor told you to do and force Jack down and strip him if that’s what you’d like to do. You know how he’s shy about getting naked and all? It might help him get over it. I mean you guys don’t mind being naked, do you?”

Anthony jumped on that and tried to dissuade Mom from thinking that. “Yeah, I don’t like being naked in front of other people either.”

Mom pushed it, “Even in front of Mike and Jack? You guys used to run around naked a lot when you were younger. Didn’t seem to bother you then.”

Mike joined his friend in agreeing, “Yeah, but we were kids back then.”

The little shits were trying to throw any further insinuations to the wind by making her believe they weren’t into that kind of stuff now. Unfortunately, they didn’t realize they’d been caught doing it just a few weeks earlier by Mrs. O’Leary. Mums the word though.

Mom ended it so as not to betray her desires, “Well, I’m Anthony’s mother and I’m just sayin’ it’s okay if you want to strip Jack. It’s okay if you want to be naked with him. We all know what little boys look like down there.”

I know she knew I’d heard her. She winked at me on her way to the kitchen. I smirked back.

That particular weekend Dad was in Frankfurt, Germany on business. Mom had the three all by herself. Managing them wasn’t a problem. Neither of the three had escaped the occasional belting they got from Mom (or Dad) for serious rules breeches while they were at our house. It was kind of an unwritten agreement among the three sets of parents, “If he’s with you, he’s yours.”

Mom wanted to make a short run to the grocery store and left me in-charge. I don’t guess Mom was gone for fifteen minutes when the three little pains adjourned to Anthony’s bedroom. I just sat on the couch watching TV. The little shits slammed the door. I think more to warn me to keep out than by rambunctiousness. Eventually, there was a loud rumbling from the room above. I hollered to “KNOCK IT OFF, YOU LITTLE SHITS!”

There was a momentary quiet. Then again more rumbling. I heard Jack pleading out my name. I immediately thought, “Could it be? Could it be?” They were taking advantage of Mom’s suggestion? I ignored my brother’s friend’s plea for help. I let it play out. When things had settled, I snuck up the stairs quietly and put my ear to the door. All I could hear was Jack’s orders to “Let me go! Let me go!” mixed with the sounds of a minor struggle. Then all calmed down.

I couldn’t resist it. I slowly opened the bedroom door. As it freed itself from the latch, I quickly slung it opened. There was Anthony, completely naked and splayed on his back. His still clothed sidekicks quickly removed their hands from massaging his erect penis and tight ball sack. It was clear the two clothed boys were more embarrassed than Jack was. It was also apparent their genital massage had calmed him down. I was both excited at the sight, but also hard pressed for a way to leave the scene and keep Mike and Anthony engaged in their assault on their friend.

“Your Mom said we could do it!” Mike offered with eyes cast downward.

“Okay. Just don’t hurt each other. I’ll be down watching TV.” I left the door opened and walked back to the living room having passively given my approval.

I couldn’t believe it. That simple attitude from me just encouraged them to go back to what they were doing.

When Mom came home, I told her they did it. Her plan had worked out. I explained the situation as I have to you above and she was satisfied. She ascended the stairs with me following. She abruptly opened the door and found all three naked and obviously engaged in playing with each other’s erect phalluses. When we entered Mike and Jack quickly grabbed their crotches I assumed to shield them from my view more so than Mom’s.

“What’s going on here?”

Almost in a whine, “Mrs. Broca, they force me down and took my clothes off. I didn’t want to. They made me.”

“Quiet down Jack. What do you mean they made you?”

“They said you told them to strip me and they could feel whatever parts they wanted.”

My little brother was oblivious to the fact that his stiff penis and tight little ball sack were totally visible. Unlike his friends he was making no attempt to cover up.

“Sarah, pick up the boys’ clothes for me and take them down to the laundry room.” As I complied Mike asked what they were supposed to wear.

“Well from what I can see from your penises, they like being out. So, I think we’ll keep them out for a couple of days. And you two (nodding toward Mike and Jack) stop holding yourselves. Move your hands. What do you think, Sarah.”

She put me on the spot. “I like seeing them naked. I’m sure my friends and the neighbors will enjoy it too.” I had to throw in my friends and neighbors to heighten their apprehension over the what the situation might hold in store for the boys, but I was really looking for Mom’s approval for me to put them on display.

“I’m sure they will. I’m sure they will. Oh, and boys, keep this door opened at all times. You can play with each other as much as you want, but we want to watch you do it.”

They did as Mom instructed and, like any self-respecting young teen, I couldn’t resist noticing their handsome little hard ons. Face it, when naked little boys enter any space everyone diverts their attention to the nudist and I defy anyone, boy, girl, man or woman, to say they don’t look first at the child’s penis. If you insist you don’t, you’re lying and you know it. Yep, everyone sizes them up. That night was no different. Well, except that I was now free from trying hard not to be conspicuous when I looked at their penises. At that point anything could go.

After leaving the boys to their own resources Mom joined me in the kitchen. She explained they’d be naked for the weekend. Following that she phoned the other two’s mothers to explain the situation. Dinner followed shortly afterward.

When the spaghetti was ready, Mom sent me to round up the boys. I entered the bedroom and they were actually jerking on each other’s penises, which abruptly stopped on my unannounced entry. Hands were moved from their friends’ penises to cover their own packages, mouths were agape, legs closed and faces reddened almost instantaneously. I was compelled to hold back a smile at the cuteness of it all. In his embarrassment Anthony yelled, “Get out Sarah!”

“Mom sent me up to tell you guys supper is ready.”

“Where’s our clothes?” Mike was perplexed.

I lavished the idea to offer the punishing, “Maybe you misunderstood, but Mom said you had to be naked for the next two days, or did you miss that? Come to supper naked.”

I wish you could have watched those erect penises flopping to and FRO with each step as the three of them, still all erect, filed into the dining room. Not to mention the hesitancy in the boys’ eyes. Anthony was crushed as he clenched his package to shield it from my view. It was apparent even Mike and Jack were just as uncomfortable with their vulnerability.

After we ate, Mom made the fully exposed charges retreat to the living room to watch TV. I found myself smiling and following to offer supervisory support while Mom cleaned up the dinner dishes. The boys all chose to lie prone, I’m sure to hide their penises and scrotums from my view. Mike had his legs spread and that gave me a good view of his little ball sack as it squeezed from between his legs. I didn’t tease for fear he’d self-consciously tighten the gap.

Mom came to join us about a half hour later. She ordered the boys to line up facing us. Reluctantly and apprehensively they complied. “Put your hands down, you know what I want to see.” The hands slowly lowered and to a boy they cast their gaze away from us. “Look at those cute little peepees Sarah. Remember when they were a bit smaller how exciting it was to rub them while we bathed them?”

I didn’t know where the discussion was going, but it was obvious it made all three of them embarrassed, so I played along. “Yeah. They’d get all hard and all. I remember.”

“Well, you can be in-charge of their bodies. New rule. You boys are to let anyone who wants to play with your penis. Seeing as you don’t mind each other doing it, why not let anyone do it. Should be exciting don’t you think?”

Mike objected, “I don’t want people playing with my thing. I don’t want anyone else seeing my thing.”

Mom was devious, “Well that ship has sailed. Your mother, and yours too, Jack, have decided we are going to keep you boys naked a lot, so get used to it. Not only will you be seen you’ll be played with as well. Get those hands down.”

Again, they slowly complied. Each of the three was looking down at his item of interest. Jack and Mike were flaccid, but my brother was poking straight out.

Mom was really surprising when she ordered them to “play with yourselves”, or more specifically, “Flip those young penises up and down, rub them, pull on them and don’t stop until you’re told to. Do a little dance if you’d like to get it flopping around.” Mike was first to start waving his now hardening penis left and right and up and down. He actually broke into a chuckle as he entertained me and Mom. Jack followed with a surprisingly satisfying smile. He pinched his well formed glans and pulled his penis outward quite a bit harder than I thought possible. It didn’t take long for it to expand itself without his help. Anthony’s face reflected a bit of shock and total dislike having to play with it in front of Mom and me. His embarrassment only added to the cuteness.

“Come on, Anthony. Flop it around. Pull on it. Rub your little bag there. Play with it. Do like your friends there.” Mom was torturous with her direction. “Sarah, hand me my iPhone. I need to record this.”

That request was a game changer. All three of them stopped playing and again covered up. I supposed it was because Mom wanted to record it. I imagine they were a bit concerned about who would be treated to showings. I with great excitement hand her the phone.

“Get started boys play with yourselves. Nobody told you to stop. You weren’t shy about playing with each other, now were you? All three of you, penises this way, you know what people want to look at. Don’t be so shy it’s very cute watching you boys playing with your penises. Sarah told me you were playing with each other when she came up to call you to dinner. I’m not even asking you to do each other, yet. Just do it to yourselves.”

I did catch Mom’s quick clarifier, “yet”. God, this is exciting.

Now, I realize Mrs. Connor is the child development expert, but I noticed some really interesting things during the first day. Like, it doesn’t matter how much the “victim” of his friends zest to strip him and feel his package, once the initial fight over being pantsed is completed and his penis is being massaged, the boy immediately calms down and within a minute or two spreads his legs in submission inviting unbridled access to his assaulters.

The other thing I learned on the second evening is when they are engaged in exploring each other, I’d watch them rubbing another’s penis and slowly coax a boy boner. I’d think in my head, “Go ahead. You got it hard. Now suck it.” It was almost like I was reading the kid’s mind. I could see the drive to engage the penis in his mouth. Eventually, as Mike played with Jack’s stiffy, that look overtook him. He apparently allowed the drive to overcome his concern about where they were and slid his friend’s penis in his mouth slowly pumping up and down. Then he abruptly stopped and as if he was shaken out of a trance looked at me with a great deal of embarrassment. I just acted like there wasn’t anything wrong and cast my glance elsewhere. Shit, I didn’t want to discourage him.

Almost as if my passive acceptance to what he’d just done directed it, he took the lead and licked Jack’s ball sack slowly engulfing one of his friend’s balls in his mouth after momentarily sucking on it he allowed it to slide out. Then shifted his attention to the penis again. Jack, our super modest kid, spread his legs wide apart inviting the continued attention. Had we broken the Jack’s body shyness? Maybe. At any rate we’d gone past Mike’s self-consciousness about oral engagement. Would Mike’s experience open the door for the other two? Time would tell.

Now that experience should have been recorded on my cellphone. Hind sight is always the best sight. I keep telling myself, if I’d attempted to record that it’d probably never have happened. Maybe after Mike, and hopefully the others, become more comfortable with such interaction they’ll be more susceptible to being recorded. Again, we’ll wait and see.

A third observation. After being annoyingly vigilant about other folks seeing them naked, they eventually give in. Mom made the boys go out in the yard to play. Neighbors from the right and left and certainly the houses back to back with ours had an open view of our yard. I watched the three of them find places to hide. On day three, there was no sign of self-consciousness. They ran around, penises hard and swaying, no apparent looking around for unwanted audiences. They became comfortable in their own skin, as they say.

I will note, they weren’t into playing with each other while they were outside. Too bad, any neighbor desiring a show would have been turned on by the sight of that behavior.

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