An Indian Boy's Nude Experiences - True Indian CFNM Stories 1

By Sumenth
sumenth@protonmail.com


Copyright 2021 by Sumenth, all rights reserved

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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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PREFACE

There are a lot of interesting stories involving male nudity in rural India as there is nothing called as male modesty in most of the villages of India at least for the kids below 18, but they never get shared online because either they feel it is a normal part of life thus not interesting enough to write or they don’t write such stories due to lack of technological know-hows.

I wanted to share these stories because it was an interesting part of my life as I got used to male-modesty while living abroad, and then came back to live in rural India that put me in several interesting situations that embarrassed me to the core due to the cultural shock. These are several sets of stories based on true events that happened in the late 1990s somewhere in India. I will tell my most embarrassing story in this chapter.

Since, I am writing this from memory about events that happened over 20 years ago, I may miss some details or I may accidentally add more details than what actually happened perhaps from my imagination as I have replayed these events countless times in my mind over the years, but I will try to stay true to the story as much as possible.

I also forgot several minor parts of the story like some parts of the conversations, so instead of saying “I don’t remember” too many times, I have filled the blanks with what I imagine would have happened and also slightly exaggerated some sections to portray the emotions properly as it wouldn’t be fun to write it like a documentary.

I have tried my best to write it in a way that gives maximum pleasure to the readers, so I have omitted some boring parts of the story, and instead focused more on the nudity and embarrassment as that is the topic of interest in this forum.


FOREWORD

Many readers have given me feedback saying that this is the best story they have ever read on this topic. I am saying this to caution you to read the story slowly and patiently, taking in each sentence and imagining the situation and emotions in your head. Also try to feel the emotions of the characters rather than robotically reading through it. That is the best way to enjoy this, otherwise you will miss the essence of the story.

I have tried to add as many details as possible to try to portray the emotions properly, so the story may appear to move at a slow pace, but it would hopefully make you feel immersed in the character’s situations. I am giving this warning as I have sometimes read great stories too-fast by glancing through it and later regretted that I missed the experience. So, read only if you have no other distractions for at least an hour if you want to enjoy it properly..

Just this first chapter is around 15,000 words long but don’t worry, it contains the full story till the end. An average book is 50,000 words for comparison, so this chapter is like reading one fourth of a book. If we combine the stories in the next few chapters, this would have enough content for a full book! And it took me a few weeks to write. However, you are getting to read that for free, so at least some feedback is very much appreciated.

Ok, so let’s start.


INTRODUCTION

I was lucky that I got to travel around the world and study in different schools with very different environments during my childhood giving me significantly more experience of the world than the average Indian boy. I did my early education till 2nd grade while living in my ancestral house in a village. Then my family moved to Canada where I studied till 7th grade and then our family finally moved back to our ancestral home where I continued education at a school in the nearby town.

I lived with my parents and a sister who was one year younger than me. My father had two brothers and a sister. We used to share the house with one of my uncle’s(father’s brother) family which consisted of his wife and two daughters who were my cousins. The elder one was Shwetha who was the same age as me and studied in the same class while the younger one was Riya who was one year younger and studied in my sister’s class.

Shwetha was a lovely, calm and caring girl. She was studious, level-headed and took her responsibilities seriously. But that doesn’t mean she was boring, instead she was fun and interesting too. Meanwhile, Riya was the opposite. She was naughty, and didn’t have any inhibitions in doing crazy things.

My sister was someone who was in between both of those personalities, as she was both caring and naughty, but since she hung out more with Riya, she was often her partner in crime. And since she was also “new” to this culture, she often just followed whatever Riya did and rarely did any mischief on her own.

It was stressful for me in the school as it was completely different from the relaxed type of school I got used to in Canada. Here it was common for teachers to punish students by beating with a stick or making them do other weird punishments like making them stand in weird positions. Since I was a new kid in the school, I was given special treatment by both the teachers and the students. Thus I did not get any punishment for a while at least.

To the classmates in the school, I appeared sophisticated and savvy. The girls adored my manners and style. The teachers liked my knowledge and intellectual capabilities. Though most boys didn’t consider me any special after the first few days, and instead considered me weird, and they loved to make fun of the way I spoke due to my accent, or the way I acted in various situations. But they did not treat me badly, instead they effortlessly added me to their gang. I had a closer relationship with the studious students than the rowdy backbenchers though I am not a nerd.

In one way it was helpful to live with someone studying in the same class but it was also troublesome at times because my cousin would tell everyone in the house about what happened in the class. Most of the time I looked up to her as a guide to navigate the cultural and social changes in my life. But since we were playmates, we fought with each other both physically and verbally all the time. Life is fun when you have at least 3 kids of your age living with you at all times.

We lived in a village, and had several acres of land, but it was only a few kilometers away from a medium sized town, thus all modern facilities like schools and hospitals were available at a 30 minute driving distance. We even had a school bus service.

Around six months had passed since I moved back to India and I had got used to the cultural and social changes. I was 14 at that time and was in the 8th grade. At that time my father’s other brother who lives abroad had come on vacation for a few weeks along with his wife and a 10 year old son and they were staying in the same house. It is very common in India for a large number of close relatives to live in the same house. Having another kid in the house increased the fun as we played a lot.

It may sound weird to westerners, but we 4 kids used to sleep in the same bedroom, with two beds kept touching each other, thus basically making it a giant bed. This was not because our parents arranged it so, but we kids preferred to sleep together after studying and eating and playing together. When my 10 year old cousin brother came, we adjusted him in our bed too!


STORY BEGINS

One day some nearby relatives were at home and all the adults were discussing stuff at our home. It is usual for relatives to casually come home, especially those living nearby. There was this old guy whom everyone looked upto who said to my uncle in the presence of everyone that “it is time he did his son’s initiation ceremony”. He added that “It is better he do it now as we don’t know how many years later you will come on a visit again”.

There is a tradition of religious initiation ceremonies in some families in certain communities in India. It is different for various communities and it drastically changes with location, family, wealth, class, local customs, gender etc.

At some places there are initiation ceremonies for girls too when they have their first period, but that event is generally reserved for females only and is done in privacy with only close female relatives invited. Sometimes, if the family is affluent, they hold a big party on a different day after the actual private ritualistic event. The Party will only have lunch/dinner and the girl standing on stage in a nice dress and welcoming compliments and gifts. Basically just a show. There are places in India where it is considered so important that wealthy people invite over 500 people and do it at luxury standards rivalling marriage parties!

In my family, as a boy reaches around 9 to 12 years of age, they are initiated with a ritual which basically means the boy has become a man. Even though the ceremony proclaims that the boy has become a man, in reality the boy is treated as a boy till he reaches his 20s and nothing really changes for the boy. People still do these ceremonies because it has been done in the family as a tradition since time immemorial. One thing to note is that this particular ceremony is not done by all families in the village, but by only about 10% of them.

Anyways, this initiation ceremony involves some pooja or rituals done by a priest then losing all your childhood worldly possessions(everything you wear), walking to a nearby river, taking a few dips and walking back to where the rituals are performed to finish the process and wear brand new clothes. I didn’t know all these at that time.

During their discussion, the topic of my initiation ceremony came up and my mother said “he had also not done it”. I had not done this ceremony at the age I should have done as we were in Canada at that time. I was in fact unaware of such a thing at that time. So, everyone asked mine to be conducted at the same time as well, since I had missed mine. That relative added that “it is a great idea to do it together and that this was the best month to conduct it too”. My parents and I agreed even though I didn't know exactly what it was. I thought it was just some simple rituals.

If I knew what I was getting into, I would have refused profusely, as I had got accustomed to a real sense of modesty while living in Canada. And there was also another reason. In my early childhood till 2nd grade I didn’t care a bit about nudity just like other Indian boys, but then an incident happened due to my own fault in which I was once “caught” naked and was teased and shamed for being naked.

I may tell that story in detail some other day, but I think that incident was what actually instilled a deep rooted sense of shame in me, so much that I used to be shy to even remove my shirt while going to temples for the next few months after this incident.

After a few more discussions over several days, they decided to conduct the ceremony at our own house on a certain date. All the adults were excited as an event was about to happen at our house after a very long time. Invitations were sent more aggressively than normal to all relatives and neighbours. In India, you invite everyone for marriages and important events but it wasn’t normal to invite so many people to such “small” events atleast at that time. But they did it because all adults in the house were actually yearning for a big get-together and this ceremony was just an excuse for it.

Preparations like decorating the house were done. A big tent-like structure was put up in front of the house along with chairs to accommodate all the people. And food was arranged too. Everyone was in a festive mood.

While playing in the tent the night before the event, we kids were standing on the stage, when my cousin Shwetha said, “this is where it is going to happen tomorrow pointing her finger at me and moving her arm up and down” while giggling. Some neighbourhood girls playing with us burst into laughter. Me and my sister didn’t get the joke, but we shrugged it off and continued playing.

The date was set on a Sunday which resulted in many people being able to attend it. There were about 150 people, maybe more. All of their kids were also there, and we kids were playing together and having a great time until the local temple priest came. He was invited to perform the rituals. He asked our parents to get us ready.

My uncle took me and my cousin into their bedroom and we were asked to remove all the clothes and wear just a white towel like sheet of cloth around our waist and that is it. He said “No shirt, no underwear and nothing else”. I knew religious events are always done in this white towel without shirt, but didn’t know about the underwear part. Anyways I used to never wear underwear in my childhood, I think most Indian boys were like that, so it was not a major issue for me, but when it was combined with just a towel, I feared if the towel would come undone exposing me.

My cousin’s mom started stripping him while uncle started removing my shirt. I interrupted him and said I would do it myself. He said ok, and gladly left the room. The door was still open and I could see people walking by and kids running around playing something. I was slowly removing my shirt, and by then my cousin was stripped fully naked and he was standing on the bed.

I felt a bit embarrassed seeing him naked with his penis hanging out as I am seeing him like that for the first time but he seemed fine, maybe he was used to his mom seeing him naked. My aunt was trying to remove a black thread tied around his waist but it seemed that its knot was too tight to be easily unknotted.

BLACK THREAD

Many Indians wear this black thread permanently around their waist along with a locket in it as some sort of religious belief. This is a special sacred thread that you have to personally make by requesting a priest to do the required ritual processes. From what I know, each thread is customized for each person’s birth date, gender, family etc, thus getting a new one is a cumbersome process. You may have seen this thread in online photos and videos involving naked indians.

I stood there looking at his groin as I too had not seen many naked boys up close and I was curious. The first thing that struck me was how tiny his penis was. Like, I knew he was younger than me so it would be smaller, but his penis was disproportionately smaller compared to his body size. I mentally compared his thing with mine, and mine was at least 4 times bigger I thought.

Then I observed his balls and they were also tiny like a cherry and were attached to his body while mine was like 6 times bigger and hanging. It struck me how much changes puberty can make in boys. I had read about it somewhere, but never observed it like this in real life. His penis and balls were also the same colour as his body but with a slight reddish tint to it and it was kinda looking cute. Mine was 3 shades darker than my body I thought.

Overall, I am not saying his size is small, instead he is perfectly fine for his age, but when compared to mine, it looked tiny due to the lack of puberty in him. But it was so cute that even I, being a boy, had an irresistible urge to just grab it in my hands. Not for sexual reasons, but for just admiring its cuteness. I wonder if girls have similar urges.

I think I reached puberty when I was 12. I had started mastubrating from when I was 13 and had sexual thoughts most of the time even though I didn’t have access to porn of any kind. Though, I do not remember having pubes till I was 17. I may have had some small hair near the base of my penis, but I don’t remember it. My body hair growth was very less to non-existent. I think it would be similar for most Indian kids, but I don’t know.

I think boys(and girls) in eastern countries like Japan, Korea, India, Thailand etc show signs of age much slower than people in the west. I shaved my face for the first time when I was 20 and that too only like once in a month! Meanwhile I have mistakenly thought a few boys I met in the west were in their mid 30s but they were actually just 18.

I was lost in thoughts and seeing my slow speed in removing my clothes, my aunt asked me to hurry up. I had only removed my shirt till then and was just staring at him with the towel held in my hand. I cleverly put the towel around my waist first and then removed my trousers from inside. My towel fell off for a second in the process but nobody was looking and I was done even though my towel was shabbily wrapped around my waist.

My aunt was still struggling to remove his black thread. These threads are purposefully tied in such a way that the ends of the knot are cut in such a way that it stays permanently like that, so it is no surprise that it is so difficult to untie the knot. She saw my younger cousin Riya walking past the door, and she called her inside. She came inside the room along with a neighbourhood girl of her own age and another much younger girl of maybe 10 years age.

My cousin Riya giggled as she saw the naked boy standing on the bed.Till now they were all playmates, but now he is just a naked boy! The other girl was smiling and the younger girl who was about his age was staring at his penis with a wicked smile. All of them were glancing at his groin as my aunt told her to go bring a scissor. As my cousin left to get the scissor, the neighbourhood girl came forward asking what it was for.

When my aunt told her while tugging his thread, she came forward helpfully and said “let me try, I have big nails” and she tried to untangle his knot which was just an inch above his penis. I could sense that awkward smile on her face as she did it while his cute penis slightly moving around, but within a minute my cousin came with scissors.

My other cousin Shwetha also came inside along with her seeing the commotion, and she too smiled seeing him naked. He didn’t seem to be too bothered by all these although I felt like he was embarrassed as it was making me feel embarrassed looking at him naked in front of the girls.

My aunt took the scissor and cut his thread, and then wrapped the towel around him then she asked if I had a black thread. I said yes. She asked me to stand on the bed. I hesitated, but she insisted saying we can’t keep the priest waiting and you can’t easily remove it on your own. So, I climbed on the bed in front of her awkwardly. All the 4 girls were still in the room, but now staring at me eagerly.

My black thread was under my shabbily wrapped towel(since I didn’t know how to wear towels properly). She quickly put her hands inside to pull it out but my towel came undone and fell on the bed. All the girls giggled and laughed. Even my aunt laughed! I was totally embarrassed and as I tried to pull up my towel and wrap it around, my aunt stopped me and said she will wrap it properly for me.

I tried to tie it around my waist, but due to her hands, my towel fell down again. I felt humiliated as I saw my cousins looking at my groin. All girls had a reason to stare at my groin for as long as they wanted and they were staring the whole time. The biggest embarrassment was because I was standing naked in front of Shwetha who was also my classmate. I thought “ohh god, how will I face her again”.

Till then, over the past six months I had created an impression of me being a sophisticated modern boy, but now I am just a naked boy for them. They used to be impressed by my intellectual talks and capabilities, yet now I am standing like a small child in front of them!

The knot in my thread was behind me near my ass cracks, so she slowly moved the thread around until it was above my penis so she could easily fiddle with it. I wonder why she didn’t just ask me to turn around instead! She then first tried to untie it saying it is not auspicious to cut it, but after trying for a minute, she was about to give up and left her hands off the thread.

And as she turned around to take the scissors that neighbourhood girl once again said “Let me try” and quickly held my thread. I visibly hesitated as her hands moved around just an inch above my family jewels. Oh god, a girl who is junior to me is holding me like this, I thought. I must be blushing with humiliation at this point. This girl used to play with us, and now I was fearing how I will face her!

As I said “It is better to cut” in a shameful voice, nobody listened as by then another aunt came to the room and was talking to my aunt about the status of the ritual. She told my aunt that it was time to send one of the boys out as the priest was ready and the other boy could be sent 10 minutes later.

My aunt checked his towel once again, and then told the other aunt to take care of me and she left with her son. Now this other aunt asked “what's going on?”. By then, the girls were standing surrounding me. That neighbourhood girl replied while giggling “Aunt had said that it is important to remove this thread without cutting as it is not auspicious to cut it, so we are trying to untangle the knot”.

She agreed as these are special threads that are given out from temples after a lot of rituals, and so she took the thread from her hand and tried to unknot it for a moment then she abruptly remembered something and said she had to go immediately to do something related to ritual, then she left the room. I said in an awkward voice it is okay to cut, but again nobody listened.

As soon as my aunt left the room, I could see the smile widen in my cousin’s face. Till now they were trying to hide the laughter in the presence of adults, but now they were openly laughing and mocking me calling me “little naked boy”. I quickly tried to bend down and take the towel, but Riya pulled it away and said “We have a job to do here. First remove the thread and then you get the towel”. This made all the girls laugh more.

Then Riya took over and tried for some time. Shweta went and closed the door as perhaps she felt too nervous seeing what was going on here. Riya’s hands were “accidently” gracing my cock every now and then. Since I was standing on a bed, my penis was at their eye-level and just a few inches from their face.

Then Shwetha took over by saying “let me try'' in a calm voice but Riya did not leave the thread and they both started fighting over it pulling my thread to their side. Seeing the fight, the 10 year old girl also said she wanted to try multiple times but everyone ignored her. In the midst of the fight with Shwetha and Riya pulling the thread while giggling, this little girl also raised her hands in between them to hold the thread but instead she pulled my cock downwards for a second as she was unable to reach.

She probably wanted to move me down to her eye-level for her to be able to hold the thread properly, and just like someone holds someone’s finger and pulls them down, she instead perhaps thought she can do the same with this hanging finger. And she did it without any second thoughts

I made an “aahhhhh” sound and fell down on the bed as I moved both my hands to protect my groin as I sat and rolled on the bed in pain, all the girls bursted out in uncontrollable laughter. Riya was also rolling on the bed in laughter. After a minute or so, while they were still laughing, and I was still lying on the bed sideways, Shwetha took over the task at hand and tried to hold my thread and pull me and said “Come on, it's enough, now stand up, we don’t have a lot of time”.

She then patted twice on my ass while giggling to indicate it was time to get up. When I did not get up, she held her hands over my arms and made me sit with force, then as she giggled she asked me to stand up, and when I didn’t, she held my arms again and tried to make me stand, and that neighbourhood girl also came to help. I didn’t resist and I relentlessly stood up while still covering my groin.

She pulled my thread and asked me to move my hands so that she could unknot it. I said “No, please give me my towel”, which she refused and pulled me by the thread and asked me to move my hands. Then she said “Do you want me to go outside the room and ask the ladies sitting there for help?”.

I knew she could, and if she called out, everyone would come in, so I panicked at that idea and I uttered“I am shy and embarrassed” hearing all the girls giggled. By then she held my hands and moved them aside as I stopped resisting, and now she had full power over me. I felt like a little kid standing there as she started talking to me like adults do. She said “If you are embarrassed by this, then how will you survive the day, you naked boy!” as she chuckled and looked me in the eyes.

I didn’t understand what she meant, but she was genuinely trying to unknot it, so I kept quiet. She kept saying something like “Oh my sweet innocent child, you don’t know anything, do you?”. It sounds better in our language. But I was silent. The girls were done laughing. Riya was sitting behind me on the bed after her laugh was over.

Shwetha’s forearms were sometimes grazing my penis giving me a weird feeling that made my penis grow to like 30% hard. That little kid came closer to me again saying she wants to try, I panicked and screamed “nooo” and moved back as my penis now touched shwetha’s hands. All the girls laughed seeing me in panic, but then Shwetha told me “Don’t worry, she won’t pull your chilly again” as she giggled, kept both hands over each of my upper thighs(ass) and pulled me forward.

So, I trusted her and stood there now looking at that little girl in fear. Then, Shwetha unexpectedly held my penis with two fingers. Everyone was having a“wow” face, but I panicked and moved back as she lost her grip.

She said “Relax, trust me”, and pulled me forward again holding my thighs. Now, she held my penis with two fingers, as I looked nervously and told the little kid “Never pull this thing, it will hurt boys very painfully” as all girls curiously looked while giggling. The little girl was also smiling and nodded. Everyone was laughing as my penis grew in her hands and now I was like 70% hard and it was clearly sticking out of my body perpendicular to my body. Seeing that, Shwetha blushed and left her hands with shyness now visible on her face.

I think Shwetha just had an urge to hold my penis and was waiting for an opportunity to do it without making it obvious that she wants to hold it.

I stood there embarrassed with a hard cock while she continued fiddling with the knot and it was coming in between her hands often. That neighborhood girl smiled and kept her hands in front of her mouth to hide the smile. Shwetha chuckled seeing it twitch and flop around, but she kept trying, but that it didn’t last long as my naughty cousin Riya stood up on the bed behind me and slapped my ass hard which pushed me forward and my penis smashed onto shwetha’s face as I jumped down from the bed.

All the girls started laughing again, shwetha was also laughing this time and I stood there trying to cover myself with my hands. Shwetha at first screamed at her sister but then again pulled me forward with the thread and made me stand on the bed again. I didn’t resist but my penis shrunk to around 20% hard as I looked around confused.

Then she started trying to unknot again and I was looking at Riya because I was scared she would slap me again but by this time my aunt came back and when she saw it was still not done, she told them “cut it” which sent shockwaves through my body. My aunt proceeded to search for something in the cupboard with no care in the world.

My naughty cousin Riya took the scissors, brought it towards my groin as Shwetha was holding the thread and asked “Can I cut it” with a funny smile and I was super nervous. She was teasing me if she could cut my cock and it worked as I got tensed up and my penis shrank to its tiniest in fear but she then kept the thread in between the scissor and cut it. The scissor was just one inch away from my cock. I left out a sigh as I was kinda relieved it was over.

Then my aunt wrapped the towel around me the proper way and took me to the ritual-stage where the priest and my cousin brother were sitting. It was not really a proper stage but a designated area with carpets laid out, and a place from where everyone can easily see the ritual. We sat there for about half an hour while the priest was doing the rituals and he was often asking us to do certain ritualistic things.




RITUAL BEGINS

They even made us wear flower garlands and another flower rings around our elbows. Also, they made tilak marks on our forehead and various parts of the body. Tilak is a mark created by the application of a special powder or paste on the forehead and sometimes on other parts of the body such as neck, hand, chest and arms.

Then we were asked to stand up with our hands held in Namaste position as he performed some more rituals. After that he asked our moms to remove our towels. And they pulled it without hesitation instantly from behind thus making us fully naked. I made an “aahhh” sound quite loudly due to the sudden surprise and hearing that the girls giggled while trying to hide it with their hands.

I instinctively moved both my hands down to cover myself in shame. That made the girls laugh loudly, and some ladies started gossiping looking at me. My cousin-brother who was looking at me and copying my actions during the ritual also did the same few seconds after I did, perhaps imitating me. What I am going to say next happened in the span of a minute or two, but I will describe it in more detail for you.

The priest told us in a stern voice to keep our hands in Namaste position. My cousin brother instantly changed back to Namaste in panic while I looked back at mom with pitiful eyes hoping she would do something. She got a bit nervous, came a step forward, bent down a little, with her saree now touching my backside, and took her arms around me hugging me partially from behind, and said in a low voice near my ears “Its ok son, I am proud of you for agreeing to do this ritual even though you are not used to such things. I understand your shyness, but you have nothing to worry, every boy in our family has done this at some point including your father and uncles, so get back to your position”.

Then as I turned my neck and looked into her eyes in confusion, she moved her hands through my chest grazing my stomach and reached my hands covering my groins and held my little hands with both of her huge hands and then she separated it gently from my groin and slowly moved it to Namaste position.

As she was about to move away, I turned around and hugged her tightly like a drowning man clutching onto straws and I pressed my face onto her body in shame. Then, I moved myself behind her and tried to hide myself from the world like a small child trying to hide himself behind the pallu of his mom’s saree.

She turned around, held me around her arms and moved me back to my original position and said in a caring voice while my hands slowly moved to cover my groins, “What is this son, now is not the time to back down, you agreed to this, look everyone is waiting for you, don’t embarrass me, this is for your own good, now be my sweet son and go back to Namaste position”.

I kept looking in her eyes in silence, not being able to reply due to my embarrassment, as I sensed the priest and all the ladies eagerly staring at our little interaction. Even though they couldn’t hear a thing she said they knew exactly what happened from our body language. I felt their eyes falling onto my naked exposed body as I started to panic with stage fright as the paused ritual was putting all the attention on me.

Then as I saw her head nodding slightly up and down as she looked in my eyes, she again held my hands and moved it to the Namaste position as she sensed the lack of resistance in my arms, which she took as the signs of acceptance and then she turned and kissed me on the forehead while holding my shoulders with her arms. She said she is proud of me and then walked a few feet behind me and stood there among a few aunts.

I stood there as awkward as it was with a stunned face while the priest resumed the rituals and everyone went back to their previous activities. I peeked at my cousin brother who was standing there without any visible signs of embarrassment as I wondered if it was because he was only 10 while I was 14.

As I came back to reality, the sense of what was happening dawned on me. I was standing there fully naked in the presence of many friends, neighbours and relatives and I looked at those lights around the stage focused brightly on me, illuminating me in so much light that everyone could see every part of me in the highest clarity possible.

As I looked through the bright lights, my eyes grazed upon the faces of the audience. Oh god, that is my sister staring at me with a wicked smile. Oh no, that is my neighbours, oh no, there are two of my classmates standing and gossiping with Shwetha, oh god, all these relatives I know! And oh god, who are these girls? I don’t even know half of them! Where did they come from! Why are they here, I wondered. At that moment, in immense humiliation, I prayed to all gods that the earth should just open up and swallow me whole.

I started noticing the activities going around me. I was surrounded by mostly women and girls. Most men were enjoying the party at some other corner just outside the tent, and boys were playing around with other boys without an iota of care about the rituals or the shame I was enduring. But, little girls, they were all staring at my groin without a shame in the world while talking to each other and even pointing at me. Nobody laughed, but I could see their evil “I saw you naked” smug smile on their faces.

The girls my age were a bit more careful while staring every now and then at my groins without making it look too obvious. I caught my sister staring at my cock and then quickly looking at my face when I looked at her. And she was not the only one. My classmates, Shwetha, Riya, and many others were doing the same.

I started noticing all the little sounds around me as if I had just gotten the power of heightened senses. I feared every little giggle and every little laugh was someone making fun of my exposed naked little body. I saw my sister and cousins sitting in the first row of chairs just barely eight feet away from me. I saw several girls my age sitting around them like in a group and gossiping and giggling and smiling as they turned and looked at me every now and then.

I noticed that most of the adults didn’t seem to care much about my nudity and were discussing among themselves in small groups though some ladies were having smug faces. Most girls of college going age were standing together in a group along with some older women at one side of the stage and gossiping while constantly looking at the stage as if they were the most interested adults there.

The aunts and most older ladies, were standing on the other side of the stage in a group, and they didn’t seem to care much and were talking among themselves.

I noticed that the girls and women from rural regions were not caring much about my nudity, but almost all the girls who lived in the cities were having a surprised “Wow” face with a smug smile on their faces that showed clear signs of being excited.

Some westerners may now have this question on their mind on why I didn’t try to refuse to do it, or run away or argue with mom and such. That is because of the Indian culture instilled in me. We are taught from childhood to never argue with elders, and do what you are told to do without any questions.

When we are in the privacy of our homes, the kids will often argue with the adults or refuse their orders, but the kids will never do it infront of outsiders, instead they will obey whatever they are told, even if it is the most humiliating thing in the world! But, yea there are some spoiled kids who won’t obey and embarrass their parents but they were a tiny exception atleast at that time.

After about ten minutes of me being naked, the priest said something, and mom and aunties came around us and took us out of the stage. I felt like “Thank god, this is over!”, but little did I know that this was only the beginning. I thought we were going inside the house, but then we were taken to the backside of the house, where we were made to sit on a small wooden stool.

Many ladies surrounded us from all sides. These were relatives, aunts, neighbours, mom etc. Then, someone started shaving our head. Apparently, along with childhood possessions you wear, one other thing you need to lose is the hair.


SHAVED HEAD

We just sat there as our heads were getting shaved. Ladies were talking with each other casually. My cousins, sister and a few girls had also come there to see it. And my eyes met their eyes and I could see that smug smile on their faces as my hair started falling all over me. I don’t know why, but losing the hair brought tears in my cousin brother’s eyes, and the girls and aunties tried to comfort him.

After our heads were fully shaved, the ladies and girls started feeling our heads with their hands and saying how cute they look and all other such statements. And they were giggling and gossiping like anything. Then, they made us stand, and they poured water on us and started washing our bodies. Like multiple ladies standing on all sides bathing us. It felt awkward with so many hands touching me here and there. And yes they even touched our penis, balls and ass. After a few minutes, all the hair that fell on our body was gone, and we were clean.

Then they started rubbing Turmeric paste on our bald heads. This is a yellow colour paste. And, they slowly started rubbing it all over our body, like legs, chest and torso. This went on for like five minutes but then my cousins, sister and girls took turmeric in their hands and they also came and started rubbing, as the ladies got a bit back to give them space. I felt very shy when they touched me, and I felt current passing through my body.

But luckily they did not rub our private areas other than accidental touches while doing our legs or stomach. This went on for like 5 more minutes before some lady said it's time to bath them. Then a couple of ladies came and started pouring water on us, while the girls rubbed our bodies to clean us off the turmeric paste.

This time, I could feel lots of hands touching me everywhere, including my penis, balls and even my ass crack! They were touching everywhere, and giggling and laughing as I moved my body around when they touched my private parts. I felt ticklish when someone touched there or under my arms, and I giggled and laughed. I could clearly see the girls enjoying bathing me. They were also talking among themselves and teasing me, but I don’t remember what all they said due to the full body sensation I was feeling at that time.

Then after like 10 minutes, and with pretty much every woman there having touched our body, the bath was done. Then mom came with a towel to dry me.

When I looked at my cousin brother, I was shocked to see his body radiating yellowness. I looked at mine and it seemed like our skin had become yellow tinted due to all the Tumeric that was on our body. My cousin’s penis was also looking slightly yellowish now. He looked very cute like that, but anyone could tell something with his skin colour was odd due to the yellowishness.

As soon as I was dried fully, and cleaned up, they made some marks on our head, chest, hands etc with Chandan(sandalwood paste), and made us wear flower garlands and similar decorations. But we were still naked.

Then we were taken to the stage on the front side of the house where the priest appears to be still doing something ritualistic. I felt a new sense of shame as we appeared before the “public” again. It all felt fresh now. Most of the men seemed to be now enjoying the party outside the tent in their own little groups. They seemed to not care much about the ritual itself. I only remember my father and uncle being there to finish off their side of the ritualistic procedures, maybe there were more men, but I don’t remember. And they made us sit on the stage cross legged.

After like 20 minutes of rituals, they asked us to stand up and someone tied some dry grass around our waist at the place where the black thread used to be. I felt weird while getting it tied as it was just above my flopping penis. This didn’t cover anything much, it was basically just like five six threads but made of grass, and some grass sticking out was barely blocking the direct view of my penis. But anyone could still see it clearly except for that.

However I kinda felt a false sense of security after wearing that. Maybe because by then I had gotten used to nudity, especially after getting bathed by the girls, so I was no longer feeling as much embarrassment as I earlier did, unless I looked at some girl’s smiling face. I got too engaged in the rituals as there were too many instructions from the priest, so it kinda kept me busy, and thus made me feel more okay.

I was asked various things by the priest, and I did those. Then we were asked to beg for alms from parents and give it to the priest. This was like a symbolic gesture of what happened in ancient times, so the women already knew this was going to happen, and they had plates in their hands ready to donate it to me.

So, I walked to mom first and said what the priest asked me to say, which basically translates to “I am begging you to donate something”. I felt weird saying that, but I did and she instantly gave me a plate full of things. I took it to the priest and kept it infront of him. And it was embarrassing as I had to bend down fully to keep it on the floor which felt very shameful as it exposed my ass crack to the crowd, but I did it anyway.

Then the priest asked us to go beg from married women, which made me feel shocked and I stood there not able to do anything. Some aunt came near me to help and whispered “you can go to these women” pointing at the ladies I have to go and ask as it was all pre-planned on who will donate. The ladies were standing or sitting just a few feet from the stage with plates in their hands, ready to donate in the anticipation that I would ask.

It felt really humiliating to beg, but I still did it with a shameful face. I walk to them, and say those begging words, and they will hand over the plate with things on it with a smile. Then I go and keep it in front of the priest. If the plate is heavy, often I would have to sit down, which made my legs spread and show my flopping penis in a different angle to the viewers.

We had to beg from like 5 ladies before that part of the ritual was done. It didn’t take too much time but it felt nerve wracking to go inside the group of ladies and ask this. Sometimes the ladies may tease us but generally they gave away the plate quickly. After that, we were asked to walk with a begging bowl in our hand and ask for monetary donations, and some would put money in it.

I felt really humiliated when even my cousin sisters and other girls our age put some coins in it while giggling and laughing and teasing me. Most ladies put high amounts of currency in it too. Fun fact, they let us keep the money we collected and it was quite a lot for a teenage boy at that time, and my cousins and sisters were jealous for the next few months of how I got so “rich” suddenly.

I later learned that this process of begging exists as a way to kill the ego of the boys and make them humble and grounded. And yes, it did make me feel humble and my ego was already destroyed by then! It is also done to teach the boys that there is no shame in asking for help. Most of these ritualistic processes are like a shortcut version of what used to happen in the life of a boy in ancient times when he went to Gurukul(resident school) to study. The students would be staying with the Guru and will be doing this begging for taking care of the Guru. The current rituals were basically trying to imitate those ancient practises in the shortest time possible.

I also learned months later when I witnessed another boy’s such ceremony that it was possible to wear a small loincloth during this part of the ceremony incase the boy is older or is too shy! But, since my entire ritual was being planned assuming the boy to be initiated is my young cousin brother, no one thought about it, thus I had to be fully naked too!

Then, after another five minutes of rituals, we were asked to go to a nearby river and take some dips and come back. Rivers are considered holy in our culture, and a lot of our rituals involve rivers somehow including death ceremonies for example. But, I felt very embarrassed hearing that we have to go to the river like this.

Two guys in their 30s and one older religious guy in his 60s came and walked in front of us to lead the way, but along with us most of the “girl gang” followed behind me including my sister and a neighbor girl of my age whom I had a crush on. Pretty much everyone else stayed back either to enjoy the party or to prepare for the next parts of the rituals or to take care of the guests.




WALK OF SHAME

We were obviously naked and also barefoot. All religious events are conducted barefoot in India. Feeling the tar of the road on my feet was giving me a weird feeling as I was not used to walking barefoot on roads. It was just a one and a half lane wide small road with lots of potholes, and almost no vehicles, with traffic of one 4-wheeler every 10 minutes. There were some bikes and such, but not many. What I mean is that it was not a big high trafficked road. There were few houses on either side though.

The river was just over a kilometer from my place or around a 10 minutes walk. These kinds of ceremonies are generally held at temples near the river or at houses if it is near the river. I think the adults didn’t even give a single thought of two boys having to walk naked in public for over 10 minutes each way. They were instead interested in having a party or get-together for them to enjoy! This shows how little they cared about male modesty, or maybe they considered the river was close enough?

For the first time I could sense some sort of shyness or discomfort in my cousin brother as he looked blushed. But then I saw that the last flower of his garland was kindof hiding his groin and his penis was visible only if one carefully looked while he moved around. But, since I was taller, I got no such benefit as my garland came down only till my stomach, my penis was completely open for anyone to see.

My cousins had invited several of her female friends to the event, all of them were gossiping and giggling and laughing. There were two classmates who were Shwetha’s best friends in school who were walking very near me along with Shwetha. They even tried to initiate small talk with me several times but due to my embarrassment, I could never bring myself to have eye contact with them. Then they started teasing me and giggling at their own jokes.

But I am partly to blame for their presence there. A few days before the ceremony, after the classes were over for that day, me, shwetha and two of her friends were walking out of the school together. I was also close to those two girls due to my cousin. Shwetha asked me if she could invite those two girls to my initiation ceremony. I said “Sure, why not” and I personally asked those two girls to please come.

All three girls giggled, and those two said they would surely come, and they continued giggling and said they were infact excited to come as they had never seen an initiation ceremony of someone of our age group. Then all three burst into laughter. I stood there confused, not understanding the joke, but these girls here often giggle for no reason at all, so i didn’t think much about it.

At that time, I wondered why Shwetha is asking me whom she can invite. Anyone in the family can invite anyone they like! That has always been the case, even for marriages and such in our culture. Why did she need my permission to invite, I wondered but I felt good thinking she was considering me as some sort of authority figure. I have seen wives ask their husbands for permissions and such. I felt kinda proud about myself that she had now started considering me as some authority figure to consult before taking decisions.

But now that I am walking naked in public, I understood why she asked for my permission. She was actually looking after me, and wanted to save me from the embarrassment of being seen naked by my classmates. She may in fact have expected to hear a “no” from me, so that she can deny their request to come humbly without appearing like a bitch purposefully blocking them out of an event.

My cousin Riya on the other hand had invited over 7 girls from her class, and she asked no permission, but she didn’t actually need to take any permission, but I wanted to just mention the difference in behaviour between Riya and Shwetha. These girls were walking in another group along with my sister. They were gossiping loudly among themselves and then laughing.

I overheard one girl who is a few years older than me commenting that I had a cute butt, and some were also commenting on my awkwardness. I caught several girls walking infront of me taking a look at my flopping penis and bouncing balls every now and then with a curious and lustful face. Compared to my male cousin who is yet to reach puberty, mine was huge and maybe they liked it, I now wonder.


As we walked on the road, I saw a little girl around 10 years old walking with her mother towards me from the opposite direction. I knew that girl because she used to sit next to me sometimes in the school bus and we had become friends as she was a transferable govt employee’s daughter, and she was new in the school just like me. I was like a big brother to her and she had huge respect for me as I gave her guidance while we sat in the bus. I felt totally embarrassed seeing her eyes move around looking at my body with a wow face.

Then she ran towards me and asked while laughing “Why are you walking naked on the road?”. I had no answer to it and was left speechless while the girls with me giggled, and by then her mother walked forward quickly with an embarrassing smile on her face and held her hand and took her away. I felt “Oh no, how will I face her ever again”.

Most of the people were not caring much about my walk of shame, but all girls were certainly looking. As we walked, I suddenly remembered that the next house had a lady and her daughter giving tuition class to girls on weekends. I hoped no one from there sees us as most of them come in our own school bus.

As we reached near that house, my heart was beating fast, then Riya screamed
“Sister Anjali'' two times at that house and I almost had a heart attack as that lady’s daughter walked out who was in 12th grade at that time, but she laughed seeing my nudity. And seeing her laughter, about a dozen girls of all ages walked out and burst into laughter and that included one of my classmates too who started talking with Shwetha and the other two classmates. I thought “Oh god how would I go to school again”.

After that, there were no roads, it was a mud path that led to the river, there were no more houses and no people around. I was relieved that we were finally there. Then Riya came from behind and “plaaaaaaaaap”. She slapped my ass! Every girl there burst out in laughter without any worry about hiding their laugh as no adult was there to judge with those guys leading us not even caring about anything till now. For them perhaps all of this was children’s play and normal noise. They just continued walking while talking about something among themselves without even looking at us.

This gave confidence to other girls, and “Plaaap”, a friend of Riya slapped me on the other cheek. Again everyone was laughing. “Plaap”, no this time I did not get slapped, but my cousin brother did!. And now girls were targeting him too. It seemed like they all had got great confidence now to do anything they want without any outsiders seeing. And, without adults, they felt no shame in doing anything they wanted, especially since someone among them already did it.

“Plaap, Plaap, Plaap”, multiple girls slapped my ass but without much force as we walked. It was as if everyone wanted a share of the pie. I could see my cousin brother’s ass was red as I looked at him getting slapped there. As I was getting slapped by few girls behind me, I abruptly stopped and turned around and asked them to stop… but “Plaap”, the girl who was walking behind me intending to slap my ass instead accidentally slapped on my groin as I cried “ouwwgghh” and instantly bend down in pain. The girls went into a different kindof laughter unable to control themselves, as I stood like that for a few seconds, then “plaaaaaap”, “plaap”, that was my two classmates, who were till now controlling themselves while walking beside me, but now took the chance to slap as I bent down.

As I looked at them in a “You too?” expression, Riya came from forward and attempted to slap on my groin, but I bent and moved back and she couldn’t reach. Everyone laughed more, but Shwetha came to her senses and said “Girls, stop it... Riya stop it... it's enough... you all are crossing the line”. Girls listened to her as they stopped harassing us, but now they started grabbing and pinching our asses every now and then as we walked and started teasing us

Then to my horror, my penis started growing. I thought “not now”, but nop, I thought “Stop”, but nop it went up and got fully hard seeing which the girls laughed more and gossiped. My penis now bouncing and flapping around as I walked with girls giggling all around. But luckily the river was in sight, after two minutes we reached the river, and I walked into water so I could hide my hard-on! All the girls were blushing due to laughing too much. I too was blushing red due to a different reason.

Then we took a few dips, did some basic rituals as told by the adult guys and walked out after some time. When coming to the river, we had garlands and some tilak marks at various places on our body. But, while returning we had nothing. We were as nude as we were born. Walking like that without the garland and such made me feel more exposed and embarrassing than before.

And while walking towards the river, my penis was atleast 30% hard making it look big. But, now it had shrunk to its tiniest size which was making me more conscious. But girls didn’t seem to care much. I was nervous if they would slap my ass again while walking but they did not. They seemed to be engaged in their own conversations in multiple groups and lost interest. Shwetha and the two classmates who were walking beside me stared down at me and laughed, and that made me feel embarrassed, but nothing else happened.

While returning, even before we reached that tuition lady’s house, some girl came out to check and saw us coming and called all the girls out and they were waiting. As we reached, some girls started talking to me, even though I didn’t reply. I felt embarrassed when my eyes locked on to my classmate’s eyes. She even said something to Shwetha, mocking me. I felt my cousin brother is lucky as he doesn't have to meet these people on a daily basis like I do once this is over and he goes back abroad!

As we reached home, some women were standing there near the gate with lamps and flowers in hand to welcome us. There were a few little girls holding plates with small lamps and flowers on them. This is the traditional way of welcoming in India. Everyone threw flowers over us as we walked in.

I felt extremely exposed now walking without garlands or anything on me into such a crowd of predominantly women. I saw some people were already eating at one side. Unfortunately the priest was also among those eating the food, thus we were asked to wait on stage for him to come! It was very awkward just standing there doing nothing. Most people didn’t seem to care at all, but many girls were staring at me and talking to each other which made me feel like they were talking about me.

Then my mom came near the stage along with a lady and her daughter, both were dressed well in partyware. The girl was very beautiful and was dressed more modern than other girls perhaps because she is from a big city. My mom then went on to introduce her as a relative who had come from a city just for attending my ceremony. Since I was in Canada for most of my life, I didn’t know everyone thus needed introductions. In my mind, I was like “Mom please not now!” but I didn’t say that and just said “thanks”. Her daughter’s eyes were going all over my body shamelessly.



HUMILIATING INTERACTION

She then asked me normal questions you ask kids like which school I am in and then later said “I see you didn’t have any problem adjusting to our culture after coming back from Canada”. And she started laughing along with my mom and two aunts standing nearby as I realized she was joking about my nudity. She continued “That’s very good” and then she introduced her daughter in a way that she was expected to talk to me and become friends.

Her daughter awkwardly asked “which grade you are studying in”. I could sense a bit of nervousness in her voice. Till now, I didn’t have to talk to anyone, but now I felt like I was forced to talk when she again asked “Which grade?” a bit loudly. I replied “8th”, and then she replied excitedly “Oh, I am in 8th grade too”, that made me even more embarrassed knowing she is the same age as me.

I was standing there awkwardly not knowing what to say, and in that silence, I overheard my mom talking to her mom on the side, my mom was saying “I was worried he wouldn’t agree to do the ceremony as he is not used to nudity like the boys here, infact I myself have not seen him naked since so many years, so I was worried he wouldn’t do it. And, I am proud he took it so well, he certainly has not forgotten our culture and habits''.

Meanwhile her daughter continued to do small talk with me by coming a step forward so moms can’t hear our talk. But it made me nervous to stand so close to a girl. I was intuitively reluctant to talk, but she kept prodding me and once she got to know me, she felt more confident talking to me as we became kinda friends and I also became okay to talk. After she overheard the same comment of my mom, she came closer to me and enquired in a lower voice “Don’t you feel shy standing naked infront of so many people? I would be so embarrassed if I was standing naked like that in your position, and I wouldn’t be able to do it''.

I felt very embarrassed at that moment and it felt like my face was burning hot. After a few seconds, I replied in a nervous voice “yes I feel very shy but what can I do” hearing that she chuckled and said “Aww poor you”. This was the first time someone asked about my shyness, maybe because she is a city girl and is not used to seeing many naked boys.

Then she continued after thinking a bit “But, then how did it feel walking naked on the road”, she asked while laughing, clearly teasing me. I stood there looking down in embarrassment and didn’t answer. She continued “Come on, tell me”. I said “Embarrassing”, and she giggled as if she was expecting it.

Then she continued “How did it feel getting slapped on the ass by girls”, I didn’t want to answer any more of her teasing questions, but she kept prodding me, and I said “Humiliating” in a low voice as she giggled as if she was getting some satisfaction from my humiliation. Then when she was about to ask something I said “Please stop… I am really embarrassed…I don’t want to talk”.

She giggled and asked “then why did you agree to this?”. I embarrassingly replied that “I didn’t know I had to be naked for this ceremony”. She burst into laughter while still trying to hide her laugh with her hands and asked “How could you not know? Boys always get naked in such ceremonies”.

There was a pause of a few seconds in our conversation as I didn’t have a reply and I looked downwards with a sad face and as the silence became awkward, she felt bad for me and tried to comfort me “It’s ok, you are a boy and unlike girls it's ok for boys to be naked, no one cares, I just asked that question as I haven’t seen a boy in our age range naked before”.

Well, that attempt at comforting me made it more embarrassing for me, and after a bit more of silence, she felt it too and tried to correct it by saying “I mean I like what you are doing here, and I am sure everyone here likes it too, look everyone is happy and enjoying the party, okay?”. I still didn’t look comforted.

She continued “And as about teasing, it is in a girl’s blood to tease, we can’t help it. And girls are only doing it just for momentary fun and they are not being mean. So there is nothing for you to worry about”.

She then came forward nearer to me so that her mom wouldn't overhear and said “Really, don’t worry, you look cute”. She said it to probably ease me and for the first time I actually felt good hearing that.

She looked down for a second like how shy Indian girls do but I felt nervous as it felt like she was looking at my groin and my penis twitched but she continued by saying “he looks cute too” and then she chuckled. I looked at her and smiled and I felt a sense of sexual tension between us as she was standing barely a feet away. At that time I thought she was talking about my cousin brother being cute as he was listening to our conversation standing beside me, but later I felt she was saying my penis looks cute in an indirect way.

Then after another big awkward pause of silence she asked “Do you have a girlfriend?” to continue the conversation. This is generally a question meant to tease or poke boys in India as no boy in the rural villages had a girlfriend as the concept of girlfriends didn’t exist there. I shrugged and said “no” to which she replied “aww, how can such a cute boy not have a girlfriend”. My penis twitched again but she probably didn’t notice.

By then, her mom was done talking with my mom as her husband came to the stage and stood near her, he intervened and said they would be leaving once my event was over, and that he had come there to say Bye. It is a custom for atleast one person in every family to come and say bye personally before leaving, and she was basically trying to get it over with as early as possible as otherwise she may have to wait for her chance.

My mom asked me to touch their feet to get their blessings. It is customary in our culture to bend over and touch the feet of elderly relatives when they leave. It is generally not done to everyone and is mostly reserved for very old people and those leaving on a long journey.

I have done this countless times without a thought but this time it felt very humiliating to do it naked. At first I touched her husband’s feet, he touched my head to give blessings and said best of luck, then my cousin did the same and he left the stage to probably talk with other men. Then as I bent down to touch her feet, she touched my head, then as I got up, she pulled me forward holding both my shoulders and hugged me. I saw her daughter chuckling and trying to hide her laughter.

She probably didn’t think a bit about my nudity and for her I may be just another child and this is just another motherly hug for her but I felt very awkward at that moment as my penis was pressing against her saree. I didn’t know what to do, so I didn’t resist. Her hands were holding and caressing my backside just below my head. She was telling me some motherly words like how good a boy I was and how thin I was but I don’t remember what exactly she said due to my embarrassment.

The hug may have lasted only for like 5 seconds but it felt like a long hug. I was blushing at that time, even that girl was blushing after smiling so much. She then left me and I moved back, and she said to my mother “Don’t you give him any food, he is so thin” which is a popular rhetoric said by most aunts, grandmas and ladies here. But this made my mom, her daughter, and a few ladis standing by to all look at my body up-and-down.

Some lady remarked “He is growing up fast, isn’t he”, which had double meaning and all the ladies laughed. Then her mom said to me “You should come and stay with us during your next vacation and I will make you fat”. Well, at that time in India all ladies used to love to say that.

My cousin brother then proceeded to touch her feet and she hugged him too and seeing that made me feel even more embarrassed but somehow my penis was now at 20% hard and sticking out of my body but still pointed downwards. Maybe her hug did it or it was the sexual tension with her daughter, I don’t know.

Then her daughter squished and pinched his cheeks with both her hands as she told “ohh you are so cute”. Girls here in India atleast during that time used to love doing that to younger boys.

Then that lady talked to my mom about something and walked away while the girl first came to my ears and said “I too slapped your ass”, then she giggled. That made my penis twitch and started to grow, as she ran away and was still looking towards me with a smug face and laughing. Maybe she was looking at my now bigger penis as I was around 40% hard. Maybe she feels proud that she did it. I don’t know if she was caring about me or enjoying my embarrassment. Maybe knowing that I am shy made her enjoy it more! But, I certainly felt attracted to her.

Three or four more families came to say bye and I awkwardly touched their feets, but now with a 40% hard penis which was flopping around, but that went uneventfully except that I was distracted by that girl sitting in the front row and smiling and giggling along with a few other girls including my cousins and sister. She was telling something to the girls and they were all laughing hearing that. I think she was telling them about her conversation with me about how I was embarrassed and how I didn’t know I had to be naked for this ceremony.

The girls here love to gossip to other girls about such incidents. They were all laughing and giggling as she kept talking to her. They were also staring at our groin as we bent down to touch the feet.

Then that lady and her husband again came to the stage and asked my cousin’s mom if they could take a group photo of all the kids together as they were about to leave. They said they have a train to catch and can’t wait any longer. I saw that he was holding a camera. It was rare to have cameras during that time in India, but someone in every family had one, usually the city folks. And they were kinda expected to bring it and take photos of events.

I kindof panicked but my cousin’s mom said “yes that is a good idea, please take one group photo before you leave” and called all the kids sitting in the front row and asked them to stand next to us on the stage. It is rare for photos to be taken in those times, and if someone had a camera, everyone wanted their families and kids photos to be shot. This guy had actually taken a few candid shots of the ceremony before too, I just didn’t mention it at that time to not interrupt the flow of the story.

PHOTO SHOOT

Me and my cousin were standing in the front center, there might be around 30 kids of all age ranges standing there. There were both small 5 year olds and 20 year old college kids. Her husband made each child stand at certain positions. Taller kids were sent behind, and the shorter ones stood at the front. It took sometime to arrange everyone into the frame.

My cousin Riya was standing next to me. She was always the naughty girl in the house. She didn’t have any inhibitions in doing whatever she wanted. That guy told us to stand still for the photo, and then Riya started pinching me on my bum, not hard but teasing me to see my expression. Since no one can see her hands, she was safe to do that. I tried to pull her hands away but to no avail. Then the photo was shot. She said “So you are embarrassed, huh?” near my ears and left laughing. We posed for two snaps of the same photo.

Then once the kids left the stage, another photo was taken with my mom, that lady, her daughter and a few other aunts standing together. This time her daughter was standing next to me and her frocks were touching the side of my leg which gave a weird sensation that made me like 40% hard. I panicked as I didn’t want to get a full hardon, but luckily it didn’t happen. Most men including my father and uncles were still discussing politics and other stuff outside the tent and thus they were not a bit interested in these activities.

And by then the priest came back and we did some more rituals for 2 minutes and then we were given new clothes and declared we have come of age. I wore the dress quickly. At that time, I felt angry at the priest for making us wait like that for 10-15 minutes infront of everyone just for this small ritual that hardly lasted 2 minutes before giving us clothes. But then we stood there for another hour meeting guests and touching their feet and then the event was over.

CONCLUSION

Then we went to have food, and later went to play with the kids. Most boys didn’t seem to care that I was just naked on stage. Girls had a funny look when they looked at me, and that made me feel shy. They always giggled unnecessarily while talking to me and I would find it difficult to reply thus making mistakes or stuttering. My cousins and sister kept mocking me for a while by re-telling various parts of the incident from their perspective while we were playing.

Even after the event was over, and everyone left, Shwetha and Riya kept on mocking me, calling me “Little nude boy”(It sounds better in our language) for the rest of the day and talking about my embarrassment. I was now sure that the city girl indeed told them everything, and I felt anger at her for leaking my private conversation with them. That night I slept with concerns on how I will face these people again.

I will discuss the aftermath of this event in the next chapter explaining in detail how everyone interacted with me from the next day. But to keep it short, nothing really changed and everyone treated me the same way as before. Adults didn’t even care a bit, while some peers had some fun in the moment but they didn’t think any less of me and I didn’t notice any change in their interaction with me. Though, my cousins continued to tease me by retelling their version of the story for several weeks whenever they wanted to poke me, and I would blush with embarrassment every time.

It seems like nobody really cared much about my nudity except for myself and my cousins who just used it as a way to tease me as they knew they could get a reaction out of me. Some of my peers had some fun at the moment at my expense, but otherwise nothing really changed in my relationship with them or the way they treated or respected me.

It was an interesting event and I am glad I was part of it. I gained a lot more confidence about myself after that and was a more open person in general. I was also able to talk to girls more easily after that. It was a life changing experience for me.

After this event, I started attending all the initiation ceremonies of other boys whenever we were invited. Earlier, I used to not be much interested in going to any kindof events, and it was just my parents who used to go.

Over the years I have witnessed over three dozen such events, but most of them were for boys aged around 10 to 12. And most of them were held at temples near rivers where nudity exists only for a few minutes. I have seen upto 16 year old boys doing it near the river. But many of them wear a tiny piece of cloth that barely covers their penis during the majority of the rituals, and get fully naked only for a few minutes when it's required.

There were some which were held in houses like mine, but there were not as many attendees. I recall only a handful of events where the boy was over 14 and the event was held at home, but in most cases their homes were just two minutes walk from the river, and they were simple events with about 30 to 50 people attending it.

I remember an event like that one year after my event where the boy was 14, and this time I was there with my cousins and sisters who were also attending it and I experienced what it is like to be an attendee in such events. While most boys were playing outside, I sat there near the girls.

At one point, while we were sitting there and he was standing naked, I overheard my cousins discussing his body and giggling. One thing I remember is Riya casually saying “Don’t you think his thing is quite big for his age” and then several girls giggling trying to hide laughter with their hands.

But the boy didn’t really seem to be embarrassed or caring much. He maybe used to nudity. And girls were talking about other unrelated stuff too, and the naked boy topic only came occasionally as part of their small-talk gossip. Some girl was also telling them a story that this boy had a crush on some girl in their class and all.

Whenever such events happen, I recollect my own memories and imagine what if I was that boy. Over the years, the ceremonies have also changed or modernized. I have witnessed some events in recent years where the boy’s towel is never removed until he takes the dips in the river, comes back to the place where rituals are held, and then his towel is removed only for a few seconds and he is given new clothes. The concept of Male modesty has been slowly adopted by some people especially those living in the cities due to the influence from the West.

AFTERWORD

Now many many years have passed since my initiation ceremony yet I still cherish those memories. This incident is what brought my interest into CFNM and this forum.

I still have some more stories to share, and if you liked this story, please mail me at sumenth@protonmail.com about what you think about this story as I am a feedback lover. I reply to all mails.

Your comments and questions are what is motivating me to write. If I don’t get enough feedback, I won’t be motivated enough to write the next chapter which is planned to be the “Aftermath of this story” that mentions small changes in my relationship with Shwetha and Riya and also discusses about similar nude initiation ceremonies that happen across the world that I researched in depth after my humiliation. It will also contain another story that happened after this.

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