A Grilling in Late May

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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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What Eddie and I got caught doing resulted in a parental grilling and some very shocking consequences. I can’t blame Mr. or Mrs. Watson for calling my parents, it’s what neighbors do. Both of the elderly people found it cute, but…

A Grilling in Late May

By, Running Bare

Mom continued ironing one of Dad’s shirts she didn’t even look up at me. I was entertaining myself drawing up plans for a rabbit hutch I hoped Dad would help me build at the kitchen table just a few feet away. “When you and Eddie camp out in his backyard, what do you do?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, when two eleven and twelve-year-old boys sleep outside and it gets dark, what do they do? Do you go right to sleep? Do you talk? Do you run around the neighborhood? What exactly do you guys do when you sleep outside?”

“Sometimes we talk, sometimes we go to sleep.”

Why’s she asking all these questions? What does she know? Did those people in that car that stopped when they saw me naked while I was paying my bet obligation to Eddie report it? Did they recognize me and call Mom? She knows something, she’s too curious. Why would she even go there if she didn’t know something? I told Eddie we’d get caught and someone would tell our parents.

“Why are you asking all these questions?”

“Just curious. The Watsons were driving home last night and they thought they might have seen you out under the street light when they drove past. They said there was a boy who looked like you, naked as the day he was born, doing a little dance. I reassured them you wouldn’t do something like that. That you were very body shy and wouldn’t be naked in a public place. You were even self-conscious about showering in the locker rooms at the pool and after gym class.”

Does she believe that or is she baiting me?

“It wasn’t me. Must have seen somebody else. Eddie and I were in his backyard all night. Call and ask Mrs. Hyde. She’ll tell you.”

“The Watsons said the boy was very good looking naked. They were extremely entertained with the momentary sight of his penis. Said it was stiff as a board and a bit longer than most eleven or twelve-year-olds. Hey, didn’t you tell me one of the reasons you didn’t like changing with the other boys at school or the pool, or even at scout camp was the other boys teased you about your penis being longer than theirs?”

“I don’t remember.”

“Well, they swore the boy looked an awful lot like you. They said he had a beautiful package and even described his penis as longer than most boys and cleanly circumcised. Now, if they could see that, how could they be mistaken about his face?”

“Mooommmm, just call Mrs. Hyde. She’ll tell you we were in the backyard all night.”

Too many coincidences. She isn’t believing a word you’re saying. She has that smirk on her face that just shows she’s playing with me. I’m embarrassed and scared. On those TV shows they always show the lawyer telling the guy in trouble not to say anything. Maybe I should stop talking.

“I did call her. She said you boys were both in the yard when she went to bed, but she doesn’t stay awake all night. You two might have been up to something but she couldn’t say. She did say on one or two occasions she thought you were into exploring each other’s bodies or playing strip poker when she’d check up on you. She just let it go as boy grab ass. Though that isn’t a term I care for.”

Oh shit, all this time Eddie and I felt we were dodging the bullet, but his mother knew we spent time playing with each other. That IS embarrassing.

“You know Daddy and I are proud of the compliments we get about how handsome you are. When you were younger, I’d make you run around the yard naked. I’d even strip you at the beaches and when we’d go to the lake and let you run naked. You do have a beautiful body. Then for some reason you fought me when I’d want you to run around naked. Then it was the shorts. You have very muscular legs, always have. You started arguing about wearing shorts to school two years ago. Then you stopped wearing them to play in. Never understood why, but it was a bit disheartening for me. I loved showing off as much of your body as I could. It’s kind of like an artist paining a beautiful portrait or landscape that he or she is very proud of being told to cover it up because nobody wants to see it. Jack, your body is my artwork and I’m proud of it and so should you be. I think if it was you the Watsons saw I’d have mixed feelings. It’d be different if you had gone through puberty, but, at your stage of development, I guess some people might think such behavior was inappropriate but I don’t see it as too awful bad. Now, tell me the truth. Were you running around naked last night?”

She doesn’t think I can see through her ploy. I’m not confessing to that.

“Mom, how many times do I have to tell you? IT WASN’T ME! As far as the shorts thing, I got tired of your friends telling me how nice looking my legs were. It was annoying.”

“Okay. Tonight, after I send Becky to bed, I’ll tell Monica to go down to the rec room and watch TV. You, Daddy and I will discuss this in the living room. I don’t think you’re being honest with me. If you are lying and did that, I promise you will not like the punishment. So, either tell me now or you’ll be punished. Not so much for the behavior as for lying.”

She’s pissed. I know she’s still trying for a confession, but this isn’t a moral misdemeanor we’re talking here it’s a fucking felony. You’d get the belt from Dad for sure. Don’t break. Stick to your story.

I got up and headed to my bedroom. Not that I was in the habit of spending a lot of leisure time in there, but it was a good place to think. Probably was a telling behavior for my mother.

In a couple of hours, Dad will be home, I’m sure he and Mom will hold their preconference before supper, if they hadn’t already over the phone. She knows I was lying she’s good at deducing when one of us lies to her. I just can’t own up to running around naked though. Who’d have thought our moms knew about us playing with each other’s junk? If Mrs. Hyde knew that, why is it this is the first time it was revealed. Wonder if Eddie knows his mom was on to us.

Mom seemed okay with that? I’m pretty sure it should be at the top of her “sin” list. If she knew that we were playing with each other’s dicks she’d certainly have confronted me. Was she just fishing? I’ll never admit to it and Eddie better not either. Maybe I should ride my bike over to his house so we can get our stories straight.

“Where do you think you’re going, young man?”

“I’m going to Eddie’s. I’ll be back for supper.”

“No, you’re going to stay home until we get our situation settled. Go watch TV with your sisters. Better yet, do you have homework due tomorrow? You could go up to your room and do that. Your evening is pretty booked at this point.”

You and Mrs. Hyde are pretty conniving. Keep the accused separate until you get the story straight. I need to talk to Eddie so we’re on the same track. Sure hope he denies it. Problem is will he be able to stick to it. I swear I’ll never play a strip card game with him again. Just too risky.

I can’t do this math. How can I even think about it with what’s about to… Oh shit, Dad’s home. Is he early or have I lost track of the time? Guess I’ll wander downstairs and try to throw a wrench into their discussion.

“Hi Dad.”

He kissed the top of my head. Must not have a clue about what’s going on.

“Hi. How was your day?”

He’s clueless or he should have been an actor.

“Okay.”

“Mom wants to talk to me, so why don’t you either join your sisters or head up to your room?”

Oh shit!

At the supper table, Dad did his usual interrogation of the three of us about how our day went. Never asked Mom, but each of us got a chance to share our successes and sometimes our foibles. It was also a time he used to telegraph knowing something we didn’t necessarily want to talk about. Rarely was that type of interaction aimed at my sisters. It was usually aimed directly at me and more often than not ended in a meeting in their bedroom for a sound naked ass belting.

“How about you, Jack. Anything happen of interest today?”

I’m well aware of what he’s asking, but nothing interesting happened today.

“No, just the same ‘ol, same ‘ol.”

“How about the night before last when you and Eddie camped out? Anything interesting happen then?”

“No. What’s with all this? I told Mom nothing happened and nothing happened. Why can’t you guys just let it go?”

Uh, oh. That pissed him off. I can see it in his eyes.

“Maybe after dinner we can discuss it. You know, just the three of us. Becky you need to get ready for bed and Monica you need to find a way to make yourself scarce.”

Both of them have shit eating smirks on their faces. They’re delighted their brother might get a belt whipping. They’ll revel in the sounds of me pleading for mercy and the snap of the strap as it hits my skin. Sometimes I hate them. But spanking is not going to happen. No evidence, no conviction. Eddie better keep his mouth shut. He’s the one who demanded me to do it in the first place.

I’ll sit on the couch, my face feels red. I’m scared and embarrassed. Where the hell are Mom and Dad? Here they come. Look innocent. No, look pissed off about it all.

“Your mother tells me that Mr. and Mrs. Watson might have seen you running around naked the night before last. What were you and Eddie up to?”

“Nothing. I told Mom it wasn’t me. I don’t know who they think the saw but it wasn’t me.”

Don’t cry. Hold your fright. Don’t cry, it’d be a giveaway.

“Look Jack, the Watsons may be old, but they’ve known our family for ten years. I don’t think they’d mistake someone else for you. Let’s just quit the fooling around. What were you doing running around naked? Did you get some kind of thrill doing that?”

“Dad it wasn’t me!”

“What I don’t get is you’re the same kid who is so shy about being naked you won’t even wear shorts, not to mention stripping in locker rooms or skinny dipping at Scout camp with other naked boys. But you have no problem being naked in the neighborhood. What’s with that?”

“Dad, how many times do I have to say it? It wasn’t me.”

Hold the tears. Don’t cry. Oh, there goes a tear down the left cheek. Shit.

“Jack, we don’t believe you. Do you want us to call Mrs. Hyde and have her bring Eddie over to hear his side of the story?”

“No.”

“You’ve lied to your mother and me. Normally, I’d strip you naked right here and let Mom watch as I striped your bare bottom, but she has a different punishment that might be even better for you.”

“Dad, I didn’t run around the neighborhood naked.”

“Still going to hold on to the lie, are you? Maybe a good session with the belt and Mom’s punishment should both be used. I don’t want to hear another denial. Do you understand? No more lying. Come over here to me.”

“What the hell is going on? This is new. Stand in front of him. Why? What? He’s unbuckling my belt. He unbuttoned the jeans and the zip… He’s pulled my jeans down. Okay, now I’m scared.

“Step out of the jeans.”

“I didn’t say anything, Dad. Why am I going to get whipped?”

My voice is cracking. Gotta quit crying. It’s an admission of guilt.

“You aren’t unless you don’t step out of the jeans.”

What’s he up to now? He’s got his thumbs in the elastic of my underwear. He’s pulling them down. Do I dare try to cover my penis and testicles? Something isn’t right. Mom hasn’t seen my boy parts in over a year. She’s staring at us like justice is about to be done.

“Step out of your underpants and hand them to your mother.”

He’s standing up. He’s got the bottom of my t-shirt. Just humor him and follow his lead. Raise your arms and let him take the damned thing off.

I’m naked. I don’t have a thread on me. What’s with that? He said he wasn’t going to whip me.

“Here’s the deal. We decided that you must like being naked in front of other people or you wouldn’t have been running around the neighborhood naked. Your mother and I want you to be happy and enjoy yourself, so you’re to remain completely naked for the next two weeks when you aren’t in school or haven’t been told by one of us you can wear something. Is that clear?”

“But…”

“No, I asked if that was clear.”

Don’t respond. Oh, the tears are running down both sides of my face.

“I’m waiting for an answer.”

“Yes”

“Mom will give you a towel to carry around with you so you don’t soil the carpet or furniture in case you haven’t cleaned well. If you don’t sit on the towel, she or I will use the belt as a reminder. Every time you have a bowel movement, you are to see one of us for inspection. If you don’t, you’ll get the belt as a reminder. Is that clear?”

He’s got fire in his eye. Better answer.

“Yes.”

“You are not to use your hands or anything else to prevent anyone from seeing your penis or balls. When you sit you are to keep your legs spread. Any questions about that?”

“No… but…”

‘’There is no but. Those are the rules. Your mother will cut all of your jeans off at any length she desires and for the next two years you will wear whatever shorts she chooses to school, to church, shopping or wherever, all year long. I think her plan will help cure you from being so shy about people seeing your body. Now, let’s show your sisters what makes you a boy. I’ll bet they haven’t seen you naked in five or six years.”

As I was led into the rec room, Becky and Monica were intently watching some show on the Disney Channel. Mom called their attention to us, “Girls…”

Becky was first to respond. “Why’s Jack naked?” It was almost a matter-of-fact tone. Monica looked, shrugged her shoulders and returned her attention to the television.

Guess it isn’t going to be as big a deal for her as I thought.

“He’s going to be naked a lot over the next couple of weeks. In fact, whenever he’s home or outside he’ll be naked.”

Monica gave a sarcastic response. “Oh great, so Becky and I can’t have friends over for a couple of weeks. Great, just great!”

Mom was quick to fire back. “Nobody said your friends couldn’t come over, Monica. How about you get with the program here and quit being such a pain in the ass.”

Becky couldn’t control her enthusiasm, “You mean our friends can come over and see Jack naked?”

For a nine-year-old, she’s catching on quickly.

As often as they want.

“But they’ll see him naked.”

Dad took over, “We want your friends to see him naked.”

Monica’s interest was piqued. “Did you say you WANT them to see him naked?”

“Your mother and I think it will help him become more positive about his body if he is forced to be exposed to other people.”

“Dad. My friends have cellphones. They’ll be taking pictures of him naked. They’ll want to touch his boy thing and all that kind of stuff.”

“Let them take as many pictures as they want. He’s got nothing to hide. If they want to touch his penis, well, I guess Mom and I have to talk that over. Actually, I don’t see why not.”

Monica was aghast. “Dad, do you know what you’re saying? Isn’t there some kind of a law about this?”

“Only if he has gone through puberty. Until then we can require him to be naked as often as we want. We just can’t pimp him out for sex acts. Under the law, nudity in and of itself is perfectly permissible.”

Becky picked up on that comment, “What’s pimp him out mean?”

Dad’s short response, “Your mother will talk to you about it later.”

Come on Monica. Tell him. Make him think this through.

“One might see touching his thingy there as a sex act. Actually, having my little brother strut his stuff in front of my friends is a bit embarrassing.”

Becky jumped on that, “Not for me. My friends would like seeing him naked. They would probably like to feel his boy thing too. Monica, you can just keep your friends away. Julie Jordan makes her brother, Timmy, get naked for us when her mother is busy down in her office. I got to touch his wiener a lot of times. It gets real hard when we feel it.”

Mom got a shocked look. “You never told me about Timmy being naked or that you girls touched him like that. Does her mother know you are doing that?”

Didn’t Dad just say it was okay to make a kid be naked? Why are you so shocked, Mom? Maybe it isn’t such a good idea.

“One time her mom came into Julie’s bedroom while Timmy was naked and we were playing with his wiener. All she said was, don’t hurt him.”

“How old is Timmy?”

“He’s seven. He’ll be eight next month.”

“And he doesn’t mind being naked in front of you girls?”

“Nope. He even says, ‘Do you want me to take my clothes off.’ I think he likes to do it.”

Monica again gave me an avenue of hope, “Mooommm. Daaddd. Making my brother run around naked is just gross. I mean, I do like seeing his boy thingy there. It is really cute and impressive. Look at it, he’s got a four-inch boner. I guess it’ll be more impressive after he gets older, but Jack’s my brother and when other kids and people see him naked, it’s just plain embarrassing. What’s it say about our family?”

Becky retaliated, “I like making him stay naked. I like to see his wiener and I want for my friends and me to be able to feel it whenever we want. We can, can’t we, Mom?”

“Oh, I don’t know. You’re his sister so you can feel it, but I haven’t decided about other kids. Let me think about it. Jack, go over there and let Becky feel your penis. Be gentle Becky.”

I don’t want her to touch it. What am I going to do? The command has been given and I’m only twelve. Daaaddd? Speak up. Oh, she’s latched on. Her hand is wrapped around the shaft. Now, she’s playing with my glans and not a bit shyly if I do say so. Pull away. Ouch, that hurt, Dad why’d you slap my ass?

“Let your sister play. After she gets her fill it’ll become old hat for her. What’s it feel like, Honey?”

“It’s hard.”

Monica chimed in, “Becky, that’s disgusting.”

Mom defended Becky, “Listen young lady, for a fourteen-year-old, you sure are judgmental. Most girls your age would enjoy the opportunity to explore some boy’s equipment. Even more they’d love to embarrass their brothers. Makes me wonder about you.”

I kind of like Becky’s playing with it. She’s even massaging my ball sack. I was worried she’d hurt me but she is being very gentle. Maybe I don’t want her to stop. Thought I did, but her attention is making it harder. Oh God, keep playing with the tip, Becky. Keep pinching me there.

“Well, I’ve had my times. I babysit remember? When I sit for the Simonton kids, I have to change diapers and bathe the boys. I’ve touched penises plenty of times. Nothing special there.”

That activated Becky’s argument. “Yeah, well, Jack’s is bigger. The Simonton kids are only four and seven. Jack’s is probably more fun to feel. And, look I can pull on it.”

Hey, Becky, quit pulling. It doesn’t hurt but it scares me. Let me back away again. Ouch, Dad! Quit slapping my ass. That hurts.

“What did I do?”

“I told you a minute or two ago, let your sister do what she wants to you. She won’t hurt you. Mom and I won’t let her. Move away again and I’ll tell her she can let her little friends feel it too. Not that I won’t anyway.”

Monica again came to my assist. “Yeah, well when she invites Suzie Jordan over so she can play, Jack you better hope she doesn’t bring her brother Jimmy.”

Mom was curious, “Why’s that?”

“He’s a gay. At least he says he is. He’s a junior at my school and he’s what one might call ‘raving’. I’ll bet he’d love to have some ‘special time’ (she did air quotes) with my naked brother. Bet he could come up with some creative things to do to him.”

I don’t like how this discussion is going. I don’t know Jimmy Jordan, but I do know Suzie from her visits with Becky. Quit giving Becky ideas, Monica. That’s not helping.

“He’d love to play with Jack’s penis and more. Frankly, I think he’d love to parade him around naked in public so everyone could enjoy seeing a handsome naked twelve-year-old boy. It’d keep Jack’s boner alive. It’d embarrass the hell out of me. Daddy just whip him and let him get dressed. Hey, you could compromise. Take a belt to his bare butt and then make a deal that he has to strip for Becky and her friends whenever she tells him he has to.”

Mom jumped on that quickly. “No, I think we want him naked whenever he’s home. I’d like my friends to enjoy looking at him as well.”

“That’s a little juvenile, Mom. Don’t you think?”

“Listen, young lady, your mouth is going to get you in trouble if you don’t watch yourself. Frankly, there’s something really pleasurable about looking at naked young boys. I don’t know if it’s the freedom it suggests or seeing their unobstructed skin surfaces. Regardless, I’m surprised you don’t see the beauty of it, even in the Simonton kids.

“Jack, spread your legs apart, you know what we want to see.”

Monica challenged our mother, “Next thing you’ll want him to jack off in front of you.”

Oh shit, that triggered angry looks and gaping mouths on both Mom and Dad. Becky is looking inquisitive. I don’t think she knows what everybody’s talking about. Monica, I can’t believe you went there. We only talk about that with our agemate friends. Oh well, it’s only a few minutes and you and Mom and Dad are going to have a straightening out session, especially about talking like that in front of Becky.

As expected, Dad jumped on that, “Where did you hear such an expression? One of the things we don’t do in this family is discuss such things or use that language.”

Monica realized her error and was now trying to back out of what she said, “I just heard it at school and we had it in sex ed.”

“They teach that in sex ed?” Mom had an inquisitive look.

“Masturbation? Of course, they teach about that, Mom. It’s sex ed. But I take it back. Looking at Jack’s thing there, he’s probably not having wet ones yet. No hair yet. Still having dry ones, right Jack?”

Damn it, Monica, now you’re embarrassing me. You don’t discuss jacking off in front of your parents. Who in the hell are you? Be angry but don’t make matters worse.

“Well, are you shooting wads? Are you?”

Mom’s shocked at her, and Dad’s one step from punishing her. He’s pissed. Really pissed. Monica, shut the fuck up. You’re gonna get it!

I immediately mumbled my reply, “No.”

Dad interrupted almost at the same time, “Monica! Do you need your mouth washed out? That’s enough.” He continued, “Okay, your mother and I have decided he’ll be naked unless we say he has to wear clothing. You two may touch his boy parts whenever you want to, but we haven’t decided about his or your friends. They probably will be allowed to, but we need to discuss it. And, before you get in a tirade there, Monica, I don’t really care if Jimmy Jordan plays with it either. But God, help him if goes beyond touching or taking pictures.”

Monica, I thought you were going to help. Turns out you made things a bit worse. Now I wish you’d kept your opinions to yourself. Jimmy Jordan better keep to himself. I don’t know the kid and I don’t want to. I’m sure Becky will tell Suzie her brother can come by and see me. She likes to see me cringe. Becky’s still playing with my dick. It’s hard as a rock. She’s not even looking at it. I wonder if she’s aware of what she’s doing. It does feel good, but it’s still embarrassing. I know she’s anxious to bring her friends over. I think Mom is too.

Morning of day one I awoke and realized I was completely nude. It was surreal. My situation wasn’t a bad dream. It was reality.

“Get up and get ready for school, Jack. I put your clothes on top of your dresser. Hurry up, you need to get breakfast before the bus comes.”

What the hell?

I shouted down the hall, “Mooommmm, what are these shorts?”

“They’re called cutoffs. When I was a girl that’s what kids wore. Just put them on.”

These things are pretty short. Let me see if I have some jeans to wear. Holy shit, she’s cut the legs off all my jeans.

“Moooommm, where did you put my jeans?”

“I told you I made cutoffs out of all of them. Remember, no long pants for a couple of years.” She came up stairs and was standing in my doorway. “You do have a really good looking penis. Wish I could send you to school naked. I’m sure the kids and teachers would be impressed.”

Now, that was embarrassing and belittling as well.

“I’m glad you can’t. Look at these, they’re too short. Couldn’t you have cut them off right at my knees? These go all the way up to my butt cheeks.”

“That’s what boys with such shapely little legs should wear. Don’t you want to show off how muscular they are? Listen, you’d better get dressed or you won’t have time for breakfast.”

“Hey, where’s my underwear?”

“I decided to let you go commando just to see how it went.”

“Come on Mom. I’m in the sixth grade, I’m too old to be treated like this. Let me at least wear some underwear. Look my dick will be sticking out every time I sit down.”

“You’re the one who likes showing it to other people, remember? I’m just helping you feel happy. Isn’t that what you want? And, the word is penis not ‘dick’.”

Oh, the sarcasm. I’ll never change her mind. She’s enjoying my embarrassment. No, no, no, don’t object. It’ll make her even more committed. For some reason she’s getting pleasure out of punishing me this way

“See, Mom. If I sit down and spread my legs the least bit, everyone can see my penis and balls.”

“Your penis and scrotum, or, if you want, testicles, not ball sack or balls.”

“Okay my scrotum. I can’t go to school like this.” I was begging almost to the point of crying.

“I’m sorry you brought this on yourself. Guess you’ll just have to remember to keep your legs together. Now. Get your shoes on and go down to the kitchen, I’ll get a peanut buttered banana together you can eat on your way to the bus stop.”

I was ushered out the door. My legs were lanky and bared but I had a classic t-shirt and my backpack.

“Dude, what’s with the Speedos?” Eddie was joining the fun.

“No, thanks to you, I have to wear these cutoffs to school from now on. If you hadn’t made me show my junk the other night, I’d be fine. Remember when I said that car that stopped was probably someone who knew me? Well, it was Mr. and Mrs. Watson. And you ‘Oh, no, it wasn’t someone who would tell your parents. Quit worrying about it.’ Did your mom say anything to you?”

“Yeah, she asked me what we did that night. I told her nothing, but I think she knew I was lying.” He bent back for a more complete look. “You do know those shorts are pretty short. They almost come up to your ass cheeks, don’t you?”

“Hi boys.”

Oh shit, it’s Karen Richardson.

“Wow, Jack, nice legs. Those are pretty short. You coming out or something?”

“Okay, Karen, knock it off. My mother is making me wear them. She wants me to “let people see my legs”.

And it isn’t just my legs she wants them to see. Probably be best to keep that to myself.

“They’re kind of white. Maybe they’ll look even better when they’re tan.”

“That’s enough Karen.”

“I do like looking at boys’ legs and yours are, if you don’t mind my saying, really good looking.”

Shit, it isn’t just Mom’s friends making those kinds of comments. Now I have to put up with it from classmates. I don’t think so.

“Actually, isn’t it kind of cold for you to be wearing shorts anyway?”

Make it sound like you’re onboard with it. Don’t let on that it’s punishment. She thinks this is bad? Wait until I go on display at home. Whatever, I gotta keep that tidbit to myself. Eddie will probably find out this afternoon. I know he’ll tell her and others. He can’t keep his mouth shut and he’ll enjoy embarrassing me openly.

“I don’t think so. I like it when it’s cold outside. Just forget about it.”

“Yeah, but you never wear shorts. I don’t know why. Those legs are really good looking. And, like I said, a good tan will make them even more good looking.”

“Can we talk about something else?”

Other than the comments from students and teachers about the brevity of my shorts, the day went well until P.E. It was the only class that actually gave me some respite. Never thought that would happen. Turned out the fucking gym shorts were actually longer than the cutoffs. Never before was I so eager to get naked in the locker room and slip on my jock and cover it with those short cotton gym shorts. I was finally equal with the other boys. Climb the rope all they can see is your ass cheeks. But you can see theirs too. Maybe Mom and Dad were right. None of the boys had anything I didn’t nor did I have any more than they did.

When P.E. was over, I again hesitated about the gang shower. Not only was I self-conscious that I bested most by an inch or two, but being exposed with them had a tendency to make me fight becoming stiff. Not from seeing theirs, but more from being made to show them mine. Flashback to the infamous night, what the Watsons got was a view of me in full extension. God help me if that happened in the shower. And, oh yes, they’d notice. And yes, I’d get teased.

That first afternoon, almost immediately upon entering the house, Mom told me to strip naked and put my clothes in the hamper.

Guess this is my new reality. Better do as I’m told. No telling what will happen if I don’t.

“Some of the neighbor ladies are coming over for coffee and you will make yourself available to being seen.”

That’s different. There must be some excuse I can use to avoid my expected appearance. Usually, she told me to make myself scarce. Now that I’m naked she expects me to present myself before them.

Is that giggling? Damn, Becky’s bringing friends home. I don’t know why I’m surprised. Last night she made it pretty clear. Tell you one thing, they aren’t going to play with my penis. Geeezzz, it’s hard as a rock right now. Head to the bathroom. Lock yourself in.

Mom hollered up the stairs. “Jack, Eddie and Joey are here they want you to ride your bike down to the store with them.”

I think I’ll ignore her. I have the excuse for it—I’m upstairs with the bathroom door shut. She knows, and I know that hasn’t been a problem before, but maybe it’ll sell. Great, now MY friends are here. They didn’t know I was naked. They’re out there with Becky and her friends so I’m sure they do by now. You can bet your life she told them, no, invited them, to come see her naked brother. To make matters worse, Mom is excited to expose you to all those kids. I know she is, she doesn’t have to say it, it’s all in her tone. How long can I milk this whole bathroom thing?

I hear footsteps. She’s coming up. She’s knocking on the door.

“What are you doing in there?”

“Um, um, I going to the bathroom.”

“You’ve been in there for almost fifteen minutes. Would you like me to invite your friends to wait in your room?”

“Mom, I don’t feel good.”

“I’m sure you don’t but you’re going to have to come out and let them see you naked sooner or later. Just do it. If you get over with it, you’ll feel better. Jack, open the door.” More knocking. “I want you to open the door.”

Might as well open it. She’ll be out there until I do.

“Look, you’re going to be naked for at least two weeks. We told you that. You’re being punished. Now, go down there and go out in the backyard and let the kids see you. After a few days, it’ll all be old hat to your friends, and Becky’s too. You might as well get over it. Here, here’s a Kleenex. Dry your eyes.

You mean to tell me Eddie and Joey haven’t seen you naked? I know for a fact Eddie has. He was with you when the Watsons drove by. I have to think Joey has seen you naked in the locker room at school. So, there’s nothing there they haven’t seen before. Just go down there and meet with them. You don’t have to go on the bike ride today, as much as I’d love to send you with them.”

I have to complicate what she just said. “Yeah, but Becky’s friends have never seen me naked. They’re out there too. And seeing me naked in the locker room isn’t the same as seeing me naked in the backyard.”

“Well, you weren’t the least bit shy about being naked in Eddie’s backyard were you? You weren’t the least bit shy about being naked on the street or the Watsons wouldn’t have seen you. Oh, that reminds me I have to invite Mrs. Watson over for coffee and a closer look. Come on, let’s go show you to the kids. I’ll bet Becky has already told Eddie and Joey what to expect.”

I’ll bet she has too. The little shit is a pain in the ass and she’d revel in telling the kids I had to stay naked. Take her hand and walk down there. It’s inevitable. You might as well get it over with.

“I’ll call Eddie and Joey to come in. You can let them see you in the kitchen. Then you’ll have to go outside and humor Becky and her friends. Understand?”

Having Eddie and Joey come inside to see my situation makes it a bit easier. I guess I should be thankful Mom is at least trying to make it easier.

“Jack, move your hands. The boys need to see all of you. You haven’t got anything there they haven’t seen or don’t have themselves.”

Eddie quit smirking. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be in this situation. Joey, hide that chuckle. Don’t look so surprised. If I move my hands the boner is going to be fully exposed. That’ll make them both laugh. Do I have a choice or will Mom be adamant?

“I said, put your hands down!”

Joey asked, “Why’s he have to be naked?”

Of course, Eddie won’t ask. He knows why. He should have to be naked as well. But he isn’t.

Mom answered him with a question, “Why don’t you ask Jack?” Then turning to me she said, “Go ahead and tell him, Jack. Why do you have to be naked for the next two weeks?”

“Two weeks! Yikes! He has to be naked for two weeks?”

Eddie, wipe the glee off your face. You shit, you are being a pain in the ass. Maybe Mom should call your mom, and tell her what happened to me. Justice would demand you have the same punishment. I know she’d do it. She sure as hell likes taking pictures of us naked. She’d for sure make you join me. It’s just not fair he doesn’t have to suffer the same consequences.

“Because, Eddie and I played a card game the other night. I lost and the deal was the loser had to get naked and do whatever the winner told him. So Eddie made me…”

“Uh, uh. I never told you to do that.”

“Yes, you did Eddie. You said I had to go out to the street and dance naked in front of the first three cars that came down the street. Don’t lie about it!”

He pissed me off. I’m totally pissed his ass isn’t in trouble too.

“I never told you to do that. I never told you you had to get naked either. You said you wanted to let other people see you naked.”

Oh, bullshit, “That’s not true. Quit lying.”

Mom jumped in on the argument, “Okay boys, that’s enough bickering. Tell Joey why you have to be naked.”

“Because Eddie made me show my junk to the first three cars that came down the street that night. My parents think I wanted to show off. They’re making me stay naked for two weeks so other people can see me naked as punishment.”

Mom gave her canned reply, “If Eddie told you to jump off a bridge would you do it?”

In a half laugh, Joey responded, “Glad it wasn’t me. So, if we ride bikes…”

Mom put salt on the wound, “Jack has to be naked. And if either of you wants to feel his penis, feel free to do so. He has to let you.”

Joey’s facial expression definitely shows he has to respond negatively in front of Mom, but first chance he gets, out of her sight, he’ll grope me.

“No, that’s okay. Feeling his dick would be kinda gay. Wouldn’t it?”

“You boys go out to the yard. Jack, remember no covering. Show the girls what you’ve got and they’ll soon be ignoring it. Go on now. OUT!”

I can’t do it. I just can’t. Letting Eddie and Joey come in and see me in all my glory is one thing. They’ve both seen me naked sometime or another before this. Even so, I’m still embarrassed to be the only naked one among us. Making me go out back where my sister has assembled an audience is totally another. I’m not going out there. I mean what’s Mom going to do? Tell Dad? Even if she takes a belt to me, I’m not going out there.

My sister was anxious to display me.

Mom glanced out the window and spoke before I challenged her decision to send me to the dogs. “Becky, Who’s that big kid? I’ve never seen him before.”

“That’s Suzie’s brother Jimmy. He was home when I went to get her. He heard me tell her Jack had to be naked all the time and he asked if he could come too. I told him he could.”

Becky, you knew he was a “meat lover” and you invited him to come see me naked? You really are a little shit. If ever there was a time for it, it was having a known “meat lover” who was five years older than me waiting for my debut.

In spite of Eddie and Joey being there I became defiant. “I’m not going out there, Mom. I just can’t.”

“Yes, YOU are! Are you going to walk out there or am I going to have you dragged out there?”

“Please Mom. I’ll stay naked in here for a month if you don’t make me go out there.”

“You are going out. I was inclined to tell your sister her friends couldn’t touch but I’ve changed my mind. Your refusal to go out has changed the game plan. Becky, the other kids can feel his penis too. Please go out and ask Suzie’s brother to come in and help your brother out the door.”

Mom knows she could probably push me out. I’m surprised she didn’t just get the belt. Why’s she summoning the help of Jimmy Jordan? Hope he’s the effeminate kind of gay and not buff. If he’s wimpy, I just might be able to fend him off. Eddie and Joey are standing right there, they’d help her if she so commanded. I know if it was one of them, I’d help their mothers if they asked. Why Jimmy? Here comes Becky with Jimmy in tow. She’s making him earn his entertainment.

“Hi, Jimmy, I’m Becky’s mother. Jack refuses to go outside. He’s naked and he’s going to be for a long time. When his father gets home, he’ll also have earned some red stripes to wear. I’d do it now but I’m too upset. Please try to get him out.

Look at his shorts. He’s very obviously tenting in the front. That shouldn’t be a surprise so are Eddie and Joey. Jimmy’s is much more obvious. This Jimmy kid is getting behind me. I don’t like it.

That’s it. Now I’ve got nothing to lose. Dad’s going to whip the fire out of me for this. I might as well make it count. What you looking at Jimmy? Looking he’s staring at my junk. He seems to like what he sees. I think I can take him if he gets too physical. Get your fucking hands off me!

I spoke it, “Let go of me, asshole.”

Keep twisting and wrestling he’s hesitant. He’s stabbing my back with his tent. It feels big as well as hard.

“Jimmy, you can just grab him. Grab him wherever you want to get him out the door.”

Mom knows what she’s saying. She’s giving him permission to grab my package if he wants to. Oh God, he just grabbed my dick and ball sack. He’s closing his finger tips around my balls. Doesn’t hurt yet, but I’m guessing it will momentarily. Keep fighting. Ow, ow, it’s hurting. He’s got a shit-eating grin on his face. He’s liking it. He’s got my dick in his hand. Hey, it’s not a leash. He’s pulling me by my dick. Mom, tell him to do something else. Shit, give in. Just walk out there and get it over with. It’s going to happen eventually anyway.

“Okay, buddy, I’ll let go if you walk out there without fighting.”

Oh, now he’s friendly and all, rubbing my shoulders and making nice. Oh, and you two, friends? You two just stood there watching all this. Some friends. And, Mom, what kind of mother not only allows but encourages someone to squeeze her son’s boy parts? Be sure you tell Dad what you let this asshole do to me. Ah, what’s the use? He’ll side with Mom anyway.

Mom followed us out the door. “Don’t give me a reason to come out here, Jack. Change your attitude. Jimmy you need to keep Jack inline while you’re out here.”

Which is code for do whatever you want to him. Ummph. Shit Becky, you don’t waste much time. Let go of my dick.

Of course she had to brag to the other kids, “I’m allowed to feel his boy thing as much as I want. So is Monica. I like to pull on it. It’s real hard.”

Okay Jimmy quit rubbing my shoulders. Just let me go. I need to feel like I’m in-charge of myself.

Suzie asked the ultimate question, “How about us? Can we touch him there too?”

“Mom said your brother could, and I think Joey and Eddie have permission, but I’ll have to ask her about you guys. It’s really fun to feel it. Let me go ask her.”

I know how that’s going to turn out. Mom and Dad wanted to act cautious last night, but when they said they had to talk about letting people outside the family feel me, I knew that was just delaying the “yes” answer they would eventually give. Here comes Becky, her smile and the glint in her eyes kind of tells the whole story.

“Mom said we have to be careful and not hurt him.” Gloatingly she turned to me and said, “She told me if you give us any trouble, I should tell her. She said you would get a belting in front of us and have to stay naked for an extra week. She said, if we aren’t careful when we touch him, you all will have to go home and she’d change the rule back to no touching. She said Jimmy could hold him down for us if he needed to.

I heard her on the phone when I went in. She was talking to Jimmy and Suzie’s mom. It sounded like Mom’s going to ask Jimmy to be our sitter whenever she and Dad need to go somewhere, too.”

FUCK!

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