Little English Boy
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Part Six
We boys were now all fine
being alongside our girl classmates at the Y. They’d seen all we had
and, after Susan and Amanda were dealt with by Miss Roberts, we barely
got a first look from the girls, let alone a second look. Even with a
boner, the boy got just the briefest of grins from any girl who
noticed. Miss Roberts had told the girls it was natural for boys our
age to get involuntary erections, so once she saw the girls were giving
them scant attention she decided to ignore them as well. This saved
valuable time on Tuesday afternoons with the girls, as Miss Roberts had
no need to disrupt those extra practice sessions by stopping to tell us
excited boys to get back in the water to calm down.
The last
Friday in March saw that seventh grade swimming gala. Mrs Jackson had
to stay at home to get everything ready for their family trip the next
morning to visit her mother in Florida, so Rita came with mum and
Florence. The bleachers were filling up as we boys waited alongside for
our pre-swim inspections. As usual, Jane Walton did those, quickly
going down our line with a light tap on the bum being her cue for the
checked boy to dive in the water. It was well into the gala and Richard
and I found ourselves alongside the pool with Jane, who I had just been
watching as she put on a fantastic spurt to win her final race. Richard
got called for his heat and I was alone with her. She turned to me and
I got one of her fabulous smiles. I was fine when other boys were
around but being on my own with Jane made my heart pound as my cheeks
flushed red and I became tongue-tied. It was clearly nothing to do with
me being naked, as she’d seen me in swim class every Monday afternoon
for five months now, so I had no idea what made me go like this in
front of the most beautiful girl in our class. My awkward silence was
deafening to me, and it came as a great relief when a lady then
approached us accompanied by a girl about 9 years old and Jane gave
them a wave.
“Hi mum. Glad you and Naomi could make it.”
“Congratulations on winning your race dear.”
Mrs Walton smiled at me, then turned to her daughter.
“Won’t you introduce me to your friend Jane.”
I got that stunning smile again.
“This is Jim Powell. Jim, this is my mum.”
I reached out my hand.
“Err… I’m pleased to meet you Mrs Walton.”
“That’s a funny accent. Where are you from Jim?”
“I’m from England Mrs Walton. My dad is the manager of his boss’s US
subsidiary and mum, me, and my younger sister Florence came here with
him about 18 months ago.”
“How are you finding it in America Jim? Are things much different from England?”
“Some things can be very different. In England boys never swim this way
but here in the US it seems just so natural to me now. I guess it’s a
case of ‘When in Rome’ as the old saying goes Mrs Walton.”
That 9 year old girl was staring at my willy. She looked up so I gave her a smile and she giggled. Jane glared at her.
“This is my annoying little sister Naomi.”
I was amused that Naomi poked her tongue out at her big sister as I was shaking her hand.
“Pleased to meet you too Naomi.”
Naomi giggled again as my willy must have wobbled, then Mrs Walton smiled.
“Are your family here this afternoon Jim?”
“Mum’s getting something from the refreshment stand Mrs Walton, but here comes Florence with our friend Rita.”
Florence gave me her signature grin as she came up. I knew what was
coming as my bare bum got a loud but playful smack in greeting. That
made my willy bounce which set Naomi off again. I shook my head and
tutted as I muttered ‘sisters’ under my breath. Jane must have heard
and looked at Naomi then gave a sympathetic smile and a nod of
agreement. I got Florence’s smuggest grin as my cheek received a
sisterly peck from her lips.
“You’re not fooling me Jim; you know you love me really.”
She was right of course. My brotherly love would always extend to
Florence who, despite her occasional annoyances, was a good sister to
me. Even after running my bath, she usually just sat on the edge now
while we chatted on subjects I couldn’t talk about with mum. I’d
mentioned Jane once or twice while I was in the tub. Florence said it
was obvious I fancied her, which I bluntly told her was ridiculous. A
few days before the gala, Jane’s name came up again at bath time and
Florence kept asking me awkward questions. I finally mumbled something
to get her off my back, then she looked down to see I had a boner.
Florence had her cheekiest grin as she grabbed it ‘Better clean under
your foreskin’. She knew I loved that so I laid back for her to soap it
up. In barely five seconds, squirt after squirt erupted high in the
air. Florence gave me a smile and quietly said ‘You sure needed that
one Jim’. She rinsed my semen off her hand, then as she cleaned up my
willy I got that smug grin ‘I was only checking this still works’.
Florence was just being a girl enjoying the privileges they have over
boys here. If things had been reversed, maybe I’d have acted the same
way.
Richard’s race finished and he swam over to us. Naomi was
watching him haul himself out and giggled to see water pouring off his
willy as if he was peeing. I made the introductions, just as Miss
Roberts came up with her camera.
“I’m getting a few pictures for the yearbook Powell and Jackson. How about a snap with you and your sisters?”
She smiled at Jane.
“It’ll be more symmetrical if you are between the boys Miss Walton, with their sisters on the other side of them.”
Jane draped her arm over my shoulder, then over Richard’s. He slid his
arm round her waist, but I wasn’t sure about touching Jane there. She
smiled at my hesitation and took her arms off our shoulders to grab my
hand and pull it round her swim-suited waist, then gave it a couple of
pats to confirm she was happy for it to be there. This was so exciting
as I could actually feel Jane’s wonderful softness and warmth. As her
arms went back over our shoulders, she gave me a grin. My other arm
went round Florence’s waist, who couldn’t resist pinching my bare bum
as she slid her left hand round to hold it loosely on my hip. We all
smiled at the camera as Miss Roberts clicked away.
“Tell your parents prints will be available to order shortly to fund our yearbook. They will love such a carefree shot.”
Florence had a huge grin.
“How many do you bet mum will have Jim? I reckon half a dozen. Aunt
Kathie would love to see how we’re getting on in America, and gran
would want a copy so she can see what a growing lad you’ve become since
we left England.”
It was only when the proofs came round for
our orders that I saw my boner. Florence had been captured with that
huge grin as her left hand on my hip had the index finger pointing
straight at it. She held her right hand in front of my other hip as the
index finger was aimed from the opposite side. Mum laughed so hard when
she saw that photo.
What can you do with sisters?
Florence got mum’s photo order spot on and a month later an envelope
with UK postage stamps turned up addressed to ‘My “growing” grandson
James’. I tried to hide her letter, but my sister found it and produced
it at the dinner table that evening. I groaned as Florence gleefully
read out how gran was really delighted to see that cute little winkle
and snug sac she last washed at bath time when I was nine had now
matured so nicely and that my picture had taken pride of place beside
her bed. Gran had looked after us three years earlier when mum was in
hospital for an operation. After Florence came down from her bath, I
was marched upstairs and stripped like I was still her two year old
grandson. I went to cover up but she glared down at me ‘I know a
naughty little boy who’ll get a smacked botty if he doesn’t put his
hands at the side’. I had no option but to obey. Gran grabbed the skin
on the end of my bald little willy with two fingers and wiggled it as
her pinkie finger tickled my juvenile balls ‘What a cute little winkle
and snug sac you have’. When she let go, I couldn’t get under the water
fast enough. Finally, after she had me bend over to wash my bum, gran
turned me round and I got a smile as she soaped up my willy ‘Just these
baby boy parts to clean. Let’s slide back this skin to get that cute
little pink head to pop out and play’. She then decided to have a game
of peek-a-boo as if I was still that two year old. This was so
humiliating, but then things got even worse. As her hand jerked back
and forth it became erect. Rinsing it off, gran had a weird grin ‘My
baby grandson looks even more cute now. I could eat this little winkle
right up’. Standing in the bath stark naked in front of gran with my 9
year old pre-pubescent boner sticking out, my embarrassment level would
already have been at maximum, but she proceeded to push it right off
the scale. Gran bent down, slid my foreskin right back, then opened her
mouth wide and engulfed my tiny stiff willy. Looking down, I was aghast
to see her head bob up and down. It felt strange as she kept repeating
‘Umm num num num’ like she was gobbling my micro-boner up. Dad saw my
shudder at that horrific memory but got the wrong idea ‘Don’t worry
son, it’s natural for a 12 year old boy to get erections. I had them
all the time at your age’. Then he gave mum a big grin ‘Since your dad
died Marge, your mum will no doubt be getting a lot of pleasure now
from looking at her grandson last thing at night and first thing in the
morning’. Dad’s arm got a fierce cuff as mum chuckled ‘You’re terrible
Alan’.
This had been so humiliating, but on the plus side gran
sent me a $100 international money order, which was a huge sum for a 12
year old in 1961. Mum insisted I send gran a thank you letter and
Florence did help me with the delicate phrasing needed. I realised it
was actually her fun side which really made that picture and got me
gran’s money, so it was only fair I share it. We’d both coveted those
fabulous $99.95 red racing bikes we saw at the mall and had been saving
up already. Dad asked how much we’d got now and handed us the $17
needed to buy them straight away. As we picked them up, Florence gave
me the biggest kiss ever and my face went the same colour as the bikes.
I suppose her sisterly love would always extend to me, but did she have
to do it right in front of the sales guy!
Miss Roberts looked at me, Jane, and Richard.
“I’ve engaged a professional photographer to take our class photo, so don’t wander off after the gala.”
We all nodded.
“We won’t miss.”
Miss Roberts gave me a smile.
“Good luck in your final race Powell. I know you have it in you to win.”
“Thank you miss.”
My cheeks got flushed as Jane gave me another of her wonderful smiles. Mrs Walton took Florence and Rita’s hands.
“You two come sit with us. I’ve got front row seats on the bleachers so we don’t miss any of the action.”
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At the end of my final race, Bob slapped me on the back as I got out of the water.
“Great race Jim. That final spurt got you to squeak past Frank to take first place.”
Miss Roberts came up and congratulated me.
“Very well done Powell. Your swimming has been coming on in leaps and bounds since you started here.”
“Thanks very much miss.”
She then looked down.
“Your puberty has been advancing in leaps and bounds too Powell. I well
remember your first pre-swim inspection in the fall when you still had
those so cute little boy genitals and an uncircumcised little boy at
that: a first for me here at Marlborough Junior High. Your pubic hair
has become quite thick around a maturing penis some 3 inches long
filling your foreskin nicely now, and last year’s baby testicles have
really grown since your scrotum descended and got hair. These last
three months at the Y Powell, we’ve all been able to watch how you’re
catching up with the other boys.”
OMG! It hadn’t occurred to
me that all the girls would have seen how my puberty had been
progressing since January. Swimming naked may be natural to me now, but
how do I respond to my homeroom teacher when she says that?
“Err… err… err…”
She looked down at Bob.
“Although Powell, you have quite a way to go to catch up with some of them.”
Bob wasn’t bothered in the least as he returned her grin.
“Thanks very much miss.”
Miss Roberts stayed alongside us and I had to get away before she said
something else embarrassing. Everyone was milling around now and I saw
Richard and Rita by the refreshment stand. Mum was with Mrs Walton and
Naomi as Florence and Jane chatted away like the oldest of friends.
They looked across and smiled at us. This was our escape.
“Err… I think my sister wants us miss.”
As we approached, Naomi’s eyes went so wide as she looked down at Bob. I went red as mum gave me a big kiss.
“Well done to my baby boy on winning your final race. You’ve really advanced over the last few months Jim.”
Then she looked down and grinned.
“Not just your swimming either.”
Has everyone been watching me? Thankfully, my sister changed the subject as she held Bob’s hand.
“After our swim tomorrow, Bob’s taking me to see the new Disney movie 101 Dalmatians.”
Florence smiled at me, then her head gave a slight sideways flick
towards Jane as she mouthed ‘Go on’. Those butterflies in my stomach
were all over the place and I wasn’t sure I could do it, especially
with mum being there. Looking at my sister, her eyes were silently
pleading with me to take this leap. I was just so nervous, but finally
summoned up all my courage and turned to Jane.
“Err… Jane… err… would you… err… like to come with me… err… to see the new Disney movie too?”
Florence’s face was positively beaming as Jane gave me her most radiant smile.
“Yes Jim. I’d like that very much.”
Wow, Jane had actually said yes! I knew I could never have done this
without my sister’s help and encouragement. Relief swept over me as all
the butterflies evaporated, to be swiftly replaced with a feeling of
sheer elation. Florence and Jane were both grinning, and that was when
Naomi thrust her finger towards me as her piercing voice rang out.
“Look! Jim’s willy has grown again and is all stiff as it sticks up in the air. Why does your willy keep doing that Jim?”
I saw Mrs Walton was grinning at me too. How could I explain my 4½ inch boner to her 9 year old daughter?
“Err… err… err…”
Mum must have known what caused this one. She was a trooper and,
without blinking, glanced down at my rapidly pulsing erection, then
smiled at Naomi.
“I expect it’s because the water was cold dear.”
Mrs Walton gave me a wink as she saw my relief that Naomi accepted
mum’s white lie with a simple ‘OK’. I looked at mum and mouthed
‘Thanks’. I got her smile and a wink, then she looked across towards
the bleachers.
“Miss Roberts is getting everyone ready for your class photo. Off you go.”
She consulted her watch.
“We need to leave in 15 minutes Jim, so when the photo’s done you’d better take a shower and get dressed.”
Mum looked down and chuckled.
“I think you’d better make that a cold shower Jim.”
Florence, Bob, Jane, and her mum were all grinning at me. I just gave an ‘it happens’ shrug and nodded.
“OK mum, a cold shower it is.”
As Bob and I were walking away, I could hear Jane and her mum talking about me.
“Is he your boyfriend Jane?”
“MUM!”
“Well, Jim certainly has a cute butt.”
“You’re so right mum. Just look at it. Jim has the cutest butt of all the boys in my class. He’s really polite too.”
I’d calmed down a bit by the time we came up to Miss Roberts assembling everyone for the class photo.
“There you are Powell and Sanders. I need you all here for the class photo. Where are Jackson and Miss Walton?”
I beckoned to Richard by the refreshment stand. He threw his cup in the bin and sped over, then I pointed behind me.
“Here comes Richard now miss and Jane’s talking to my sister miss.”
She called across and gave Jane a smile as she arrived.
“Time for the class photo Miss Walton. You’re tallest Powell, so stand
right on this end with Miss Walton next to you on the inside. Jackson,
you go on the far side next to Miss Rand. Miss Davis go next to him,
with Sanders on the end.”
Jane had the most wonderful smile as
she stood beside me. My hands were behind my back when I felt her
gently rub all over my bum, then she held my hand and gave it a
squeeze. She looked at the camera and whispered.
“Smile Jim.”
That was when the flash went off. The photographer was satisfied, so Miss Roberts dismissed us.
“Off you all go for a shower and then get dressed. Have a great weekend. See you on Monday morning.”
Jane had that fabulous smile as she gave my hand another squeeze.
“See you tomorrow Jim. Shall I meet you outside the movie theater? What time does it start?”
I was thrilled Jane agreed to come with me to the movie tomorrow
afternoon. In the morning, having completed Mrs Roberts’ novice
classes, Florence and I would be swimming in the main pool now. Matt
Cooper and Bob lifeguarded there and Matt always laughed as Florence
feigned some distress just so he could send Bob to ‘rescue’ her. He was
pretty laid back too if she ‘accidentally’ got him showing off. I
wondered if I could have more of Jane’s company.
“Would you like to join me here at 10 with Florence and Bob? We can all eat at the diner after, then go to the movie.”
“That would be great to swim with you here at the Y first. I’m really looking forward to tomorrow Jim.”
She looked down then grinned, but I couldn’t care less. I was going to be with Jane for the whole day!
The next day at the Y, Matt heard we’d both won our events and laid on
a four length race to see who was the fastest. With that natural
rivalry between the sexes, we both put everything we had into it. I was
happy to concede Jane was definitely the better swimmer, but I don’t
think either of us were really bothered who won as we had such fun in
the pool that morning. When we got to the diner, Jane suggested we go
Dutch but I insisted on paying. Florence just stood there grinning as
our argument swung to and fro, her head going back and forth like she
was watching a tennis match. It must have been over a minute before we
heard ‘Time out’ as Florence brandished a $10 bill. It was only then
she bothered to tell us mum slipped it to her to get a meal for the
four of us and pay for all our movie tickets. Mum was the best.
Florence? She would become insufferable if I ever admitted it to her,
but I knew she was the best too.
When those proofs came back,
Jane and Florence thought that class photo the finest picture of the
whole gala and our folks each bought a big enlargement. Jane’s stunning
smile had been captured perfectly, and I could never take my eyes off
that look as she gazed out at me. I was probably the only one not to
notice my excitement!
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EPILOGUE
It
was on that Saturday when our lifelong journey as a couple began. Jane
gave me my first real kiss in that movie theatre, and 101 Dalmatians
will always be our special film. When my folks went back home in 1970,
I stayed behind to complete my last year in college. That same year, I
got a UK job offer and proposed to Jane. We got married just before
leaving for the UK. Bob and Florence were the love of each other’s
lives and were wed in 1969. She had several worrying years raising kids
alone until he came back from Vietnam. Bob served with distinction but
had had enough of war and they and the kids upped sticks and moved to
the UK in 1975, so we all live this side of the pond now. Unlike Bob,
Richard never survived Vietnam, one of many young lives cut short in
that dreadful war. Mr and Mrs Jackson had died in a car crash while I
was still at college, and Rita cherishes his posthumously awarded Medal
of Honor that she personally received from President Nixon. She later
joined the Peace Corps where she met and married a guy there who became
a state senator in the 1980s. We keep in touch, and if me or my sister
are in the US we always visit Rita’s mansion in Wisconsin. Recently she
wrote that her grandson is in the House of Representatives serving as a
Democrat, which pisses off his grandfather, but Rita knows it carries
on Richard’s politics.
Life has been very good to us, and we
had a large 12-bedroomed house built in the countryside. We both
enjoyed swimming, so had the architect include an indoor pool.
Remembering shrinkage from those early days at the Y, I had it heated
too. The house is great when my sister and I have a family get together
at holiday times, all surrounded by our children, grandchildren, and
great grandchildren. Even with so much space, the youngest kids end up
in the large attic room with the boys and girls all in sleeping bags on
the floor. Florence and Bob with their tribe joined our tribe last
Christmas, and Jane’s sister Naomi and some of her lot had flown over
to visit, so the house was bursting at the seams for our celebrations.
Our children and grandchildren were in the kitchen clearing away the
remnants of our gargantuan Christmas meal and getting everything ready
for the evening assault on our digestive systems, so it was just the
great grandchildren with us oldies in the conservatory adjoining the
pool. We’d all forgotten about the class photo from our 1961 swimming
gala until Jane came across it when we went back to help clear her
mother’s house after she passed away last March at the ripe old age of
98. Having both loved that photo and its cherished memories, we hung it
on our bedroom wall. It was Florence who suggested fetching it down to
see how the youngest generation would react.
My 12 year old great grandnephew Sheldon had a look of absolute horror as he saw the picture.
“But… but… but… you’re naked… err… All the boys are naked… err… and there are girls right beside you.”
Bob grinned as I chuckled.
“My butt was indeed naked Sheldon. In fact, that’s where your great grandaunt Jane’s hands were when it was taken.”
My wife gave Sheldon a grin.
“Well, Jim did have the cutest butt in the whole class.”
His shocked look was priceless. My great granddaughter Josie and her
twin sister Rosie had just turned 11 and were the cutest things ever,
with all the pure innocence of little girls. Rosie giggled when
Florence pointed me out.
“Your penis is sticking up great grandad.”
Jane was as quick as my mother.
“I expect it’s because the water was cold.”
Those sweet little girls gave Jane a funny look. Rosie spoke first.
“It’s nothing to do with that great grandma. He’s got an erection.”
Josie added her two cents worth.
“I’m not surprised if you were touching up his butt.”
What had happened to all that pure innocence?
My sister-in-law Naomi smiled at the girls.
“That was the first swimming gala mum let me attend and I had no idea
boys swam naked. Jim’s was actually the first boner I ever saw. His mum
fobbed me off with that cold water line, as I didn’t know any better
then. You kids in England are so lucky to get taught Relationships and
Sex Education and from an early age too.”
Rosie gave Naomi a serious look.
“Yes we are great grandaunt Naomi. RSE instils respect and helps boys and girls make informed choices in our lives.”
As Naomi nodded at Rosie’s words, Florence was pointing out Bob to Josie. Her eyes went so wide.
“Wow great granduncle Bob, your penis is massive.”
He gave her a smug smile. Josie’s next comment was so casual.
“RSE told us about masturbation, but it sounds a bit messy for boys.
When you masturbated that huge penis to orgasm and ejaculation,
especially with those big testicles, did you have a lot of semen to
clean up every time?”
She spoke as if she merely wanted
clarification of an educational point that had been eluding her. That
was the first time I ever saw Bob at a loss for words. In the absence
of any coherent response, Josie turned to my sister.
“Did you get to see the boys swimming naked great grandaunt Florence?”
“I was in the front row of the bleachers at that gala with Jane and
Naomi, where we had a ringside seat to watch all the naked boys. I had
helped my aunt Kathie bath my cousin Rupert when he was three so knew
boys were different, but I first saw an older boy naked when my mother
and I went to pick Jim up early from his swim class in that YMCA pool
right next to his new school. The attendant told us to go right in. I
was the same age as you then, and to see not just one naked older boy
for the first time but Jim’s whole class of fourteen naked 12 year old
boys was so very exciting. Miss Roberts, Jim’s teacher, wasn’t bothered
at all about me seeing them and said they were only little boys who had
no need for modesty. She actually told me and mum to sit down on the
bleachers so I got a perfect view of their willys all a-waggling. That
was when I first saw Bob. It was his smile that made me go weak at the
knees. It still does.”
Josie gave her that funny look.
“Come off it. That enormous penis must have played some part.”
My sister squeezed Bob’s hand and grinned at Josie.
“Yes, it was a big part. Miss Roberts also had two swim assistants from
the high school, some 5 years older than Bob, and they were as naked as
the day they were born. I didn’t get a ruler out or anything, but I
think their willys may have been slightly longer than Bob’s, but
definitely thinner. Everywhere was hairier and their balls dangled a
bit more.”
Rosie interrupted.
“They weren’t little boys, so why were they naked?”
“Miss Roberts always called the place ‘The Y’, and she said the Y had a
rule that all boys had to swim naked. She gave some baloney excuse
about shedding fibres blocking the pool filters, but if that was the
case why was it OK for us girls to wear costumes. I suppose as an 11
year old I never considered that and just enjoyed the view. Jim wasn’t
very good at swimming then, and I’d never swam at all. Miss Roberts
told us that Bob helped her mother with the beginner swim sessions she
ran at the Y each Saturday, and mum signed us both up. Those Saturday
sessions had so many naked boys all around us. That was when I saw my
first naked man. He had brought his 7 year old twins along to learn
swimming and had offered to help with the class. When the three came
out of the changing rooms his willy and balls were even bigger and
hairier than Bob or the swim assistants. The twin on his left had a
bald little winkle just like Jim’s was then, although he began puberty
soon after and you can see from the photo that by the time of the gala
his willy had grown and was quite hairy. When I looked at the other
twin, I was shocked to see a bald little slit. It was a girl!
Apparently the Y had another rule that it was OK for girls up to 9 to
swim naked. Unlike rules for boys, that one was never enforced, as she
came with her dad and brother for at least 5 more years and was always
in the buff, even after her boobs and hair began to show. She wasn’t
bothered but I would have died on the spot to have been seen naked in
front of my dad or Jim then. Dad never saw me naked, but Jane, Fiona,
Rita, and me were persuaded to skinny dip with the boys that summer
when we spent a whole month at camp. Crystal Lake it was called and had
then only been going a few years. At camp, not only the boys swam
naked, but also the men. Apart from over 60 boys from 8 to 16, Mr
Haynes who ran Crystal Lake always swam in the buff, as did his brother
who taught swimming and half a dozen other fit young men who worked
there. Mr Haynes’ 12 year old son Roger, and his girlfriend Charline,
took us up to Beaver Falls Lake to swim well away from the main camp.
It had the most stunning waterfall right by it. I saw an advert in one
of my US magazines a few years back that Crystal Lake was holding a
Diamond Jubilee Anniversary Camp with a special theme, so it is still
going. The ad said a John Haynes runs it now, who must be Roger’s son.”
Josie perked up.
“I wonder if I can get mum to let me and Rosie fly to the States and
stay with you for the summer great grandaunt Fiona. We could then have
a few weeks at Crystal Lake camp. It would be great to see all the men
and boys parading about in the buff with their willys waving in the
breeze.”
Fiona smiled at her.
“Sorry to disappoint
you Josie, but summer camps are very different places now. Society
today panders far too much to boys’ sensitivities. I haven’t seen my
great grandson Archie naked since I last changed his diapers 10 years
ago. After his school swimming sessions, he actually keep his trunks on
in the showers. Like most of his mates, he has this giant tent of a
swimming robe. They all put them on before slipping their trunks off so
no one sees what they’ve got.”
“That’s just plain ridiculous
great grandaunt Fiona. Why would boys need to cover up in front of
other boys? They all have the same parts. We are only too happy to get
in the showers with our girl classmates after swimming. What does it
matter if we can all see who has got boobs and who has pubic hair now?
We’re all just girls growing up.”
“That’s the way it is now Josie. I’m afraid Crystal Lake won’t be having any naked boys, or men for that matter.”
“I guess you’re right. A pity though, as I’ve never been to a summer camp.”
Fiona continued.
“I first met my late husband at Crystal Lake camp. He was Bob’s younger
brother Alec, and the same age as me. One nightly ritual I loved was
the setting up of the vaulting horse for that day’s naughty boys to be
punished stark naked in front of the whole camp. Most of them had been
annoying us, so it was a great end to a girl’s day to have five or six
boys crying their eyes out after we watched their chastisement. Mr
Haynes’ range of canes were all tested out on the horse right in front
of the clearly terrified boys before he selected one for that night’s
task. The two naughtiest boys had to hold the ones being punished over
the horse so their legs dangled free. As they saw and heard each cane
strike those bare bottoms, knowing their turn was fast approaching,
their willys visibly shrank. Seeing two dangling legs go all over the
place with each thwack, like the boy was trying to run away, was so
funny. When it was just those two left, Mr Haynes called for girl
volunteers to help. A forest of hands always shot up and he picked me
once. That was my best day ever. While we held them in place, Mr Haynes
got us to taunt the screaming boys as they wriggled about in a futile
effort to avoid their own 12 strokes. When we let go, the boys were
such cry-babies, bawling and rubbing their sore bottoms, and we found
it odd to see the tiny shrivelled willys they had before getting caned
always became so big and stiff afterwards. I thought a boy’s willy
really was the most weird thing ever then. All naughty boys had to stay
exposed for a week so, even if there was no swimming, naked boys with
purple-striped bottoms filled our days. We enjoyed poking fun at them,
knowing that the usual penalty for naughty girls was a rebuke from Mrs
Haynes to ‘Act like young ladies’, and her ultimate punishment was a
mere 50 lines. This really was such an absolute paradise for any girl,
and we were there with all those naked men and boys for a whole month!
I learnt an awful lot more about male anatomy and its variety at
Crystal Lake than at Jane’s gala. Alec was an early bloomer, just like
Bob, having impressive attributes. It was Charline who suggested we
skinny dip with the boys in Beaver Falls Lake, as she and Roger always
did. I was game and really loved it, especially with Alec beside me.
Showering under the waterfall after our swim was so invigorating, but
that freezing water straight off the mountain tops gave the boys major
shrinkage. We girls all had such fun after Charline showed us how to
breathe life back into those shrunken willys.”
My wife gave me her most beautiful smile as she turned to the twins.
“I was so nervous at first to get naked in front of the boys, but I
tingled all over at Jim’s look of sheer wonder as he squeezed my hand
and we jumped in together. Once over that initial fear, I always
enjoyed skinny dipping.”
Florence smiled at me and Bob.
“Rita and I thought you guys were all such gentlemen. We saw that brief
initial glance as you checked out what we’d got, but then you treated
all us girls as if we were fully clothed. Funny thing, when I was first
naked with you Bob you were too nervous to touch anything and just held
my hand.”
Bob gave Florence his usual grin as she turned to the twins.
“He wasn’t like that when he taught me that first Saturday at the Y.
His hands were everywhere as he ‘accidentally’ brushed against my
bikini top or bottom. He had a fabulous grin as I got his most
insincere apology, and I just loved him for that. As Bob was teaching
me, I accidentally slipped at one point and thought I was drowning. I
grabbed the nearest thing which just happened to be Bob’s willy.”
Josie gave a derisive snort.
“Accidentally slipped…? Just happened to be Bob’s willy…? What do you take us for, five year olds?”
My sister had the good grace to look embarrassed.
“Err… Well… err… err…”
Then she grinned at Josie.
“In my defence, it might have been an accident. Bob’s willy went so
stiff as I held it. That wasn’t my first boner. At the end of Jim’s
first swim class, Miss Roberts told me to take him to the changing room
to get showered and dressed. As he came out of the shower mum got me to
dry him to save time. I guess I was a bit too firm as I pulled his
foreskin back to towel off his bald little winkle. Mum just told me to
ignore it. He got another boner that first Saturday morning and Miss
Roberts’ mother gave him one hell of a paddling in front of everyone
for ‘showing off’ as she put it.”
Josie gave Bob a big grin as she spoke to my sister.
“Did she give great granduncle Bob a paddling for getting that erection?”
“Fortunately he managed to keep it under the water, so she never saw it.”
Bob grinned at the twins.
“When I was with Mrs Roberts, Florence was a little terror and used to
tease me something rotten just to get it stiff. I was always in fear of
getting that paddle. When she and Jim passed out from those novice
classes and could swim in the main pool, I transferred to be a
lifeguard there. With no risk of Mrs Roberts’ paddle, we had lots of
fun then.”
My sister gave him her smuggest grin.
“We girls really enjoyed those days when you little boys were not supposed to be so modest.”
Josie giggled as she pointed to that class photo.
“We can all see great granduncle Bob was no little boy.”
Rosie smiled at me.
“When did you and great gran first meet and go out?”
My wife took up the story.
“I first saw Jim when we both moved up to junior high and I ended up in
the same class with him. I thought he was cute, especially with that
refined British accent, and he was so polite. Going out was all down to
Florence since if she hadn’t pushed her brother, you lot wouldn’t be
here. He was a shy boy around me then, which is odd after what took
place some five months before the swimming gala. I broke my arm and
couldn’t do gym, so became a temporary swim assistant to earn credits.
As my arm healed over the next 2 months, he was naked in front of me
every week during his swimming classes. Going back to school in
January, the gymnasium was out of action so the girls’ gym class had to
be held at the Y with the boys’ swim class alongside. Jim was naked in
front of me again, and now his girl classmates were seeing him and all
our boys naked too. When that first joint class ended, Miss Roberts
stormed into our changing room and really laid into the girls for being
immature and embarrassing our boys with all their giggling. The next
week, all but two girls heeded her advice. Miss Roberts had clearly had
enough when Susan and Amanda rubbed Frank Collins’ butt just to see him
get a boner. She called them forward and got all the boys out of the
water to line up. Our teacher made us girls line up at attention
opposite them. We were all shocked when she said those two girls were
acting like 8 year olds and since rules at the Y allowed girls up to 9
to be naked, they were to strip off and join the boys. We’d seen them
in the showers so knew they still looked like little girls. They went
scarlet and froze, but Miss Roberts and an old slipper soon had them
moving. As their panties came down, they went to cover up but a few
whacks with that slipper on their bare bottoms did the trick. They
stood there naked and trembling as Miss Roberts glared at us ‘Anyone
else got a fit of the giggles?’ We all snapped even more to attention
and not a peep was heard. They failed their pre-swim hygiene checks and
both girls got their vulvas and anuses cleaned up in full view of the
whole class. Miss Roberts then made Susan and Amanda do five minutes of
Jumping Jacks. After their display, we girls looked across and saw
every one of our boys had gone so rigid but we dare not make any
comment. She just told them to get in the water to calm down, taking
the two naked girls with them. She couldn’t have made clearer we girls
had better ignore any willys flopping about, and even boners got just a
brief grin. With no more giggles, the boys soon got used to us girls
seeing them in their birthday suits each and every Monday afternoon.
Those two girls never got over that single time naked and the most
innocent comment from a boy classmate would have them going scarlet.”
I got a knowing look from Jane, triggering my memory of Susan and
Amanda’s horror when I gave them that ‘polite’ greeting the next day. I
grinned at Jane and she went on to tell the twins about our first gala.
“As the whole class was being so mature, Miss Roberts told us the
principal agreed we could hold a joint swimming gala, with parents and
siblings invited. She laid on extra practice for us all each Tuesday
afternoon. This was really convenient, since as soon as the boys
finished gym they only had to slip their shorts and shoes off by the
bleachers. Miss Roberts had me do their pre-swim hygiene checks to
confirm the boys were all OK to enter the pool.”
Josie interrupted.
“What did that entail?”
“From that first day as a temporary swim assistant, Miss Roberts had me
help her with the boys’ checks, as that was all part of an assistant’s
duties. They required me to lift up the boy’s penis then move it around
so Miss Roberts could see it was clean all over. Then I had to lift up
their scrotum to see that was clean and there were no rashes. For boys
with hair, I had to part that so she could see it wasn’t covering up a
rash. When she was satisfied the front was OK, I turned the boy round
to separate their cheeks so she could see their anus was clean. While I
still had my arm in plaster, the boy had to hold one of his cheeks to
help me do that.”
Josie then giggled.
“RSE taught us boys get an erection if a girl touches their penis and testicles Did any of the boys do that?”
“Jim’s was actually the first penis I ever handled, as he happened to
be on the end of the line nearest me. I could see his was different to
all the others, and Miss Roberts explained that English boys do not
have their foreskins cut off like American boys. Jim still had a cute
little boy penis then and it looked so funny as she slid his foreskin
right back, since a little pink head then popped out. She had me do
that in order to check everything was clean under there. As that pink
head emerged, I gave it a squeeze and the slit on the end opened up so
I did it again. Not knowing about erections then, I immediately let go
when it began to swell up. Miss Roberts explained it is normal for that
to happen when a boy’s penis is handled and told me to carry on. It had
grown to almost 3” long and as I held his erection, I was surprised it
was both hard and soft at the same time. I slid the skin back on that
thin stiff tube and gave it a squeeze. I felt it pulsing and it was so
warm too, as was that snug little sac below with his tiny testicles
inside. Richard, Jim’s friend, was next and his penis was already stiff
even though it had not been touched. I didn’t then know about how
embarrassment affected boys and wondered why almost every boy had gone
stiff. As I carried out my duties and held their penises, they were all
silent with red faces, except Bob who smiled and said ‘Hi Jane’ as I
held his 5 inch long monster. That was still floppy but was actually
larger than any of the other boys’ erections. I had been surprised
there was such a difference between all my classmates, as they were the
same age. Having no brothers, Miss Roberts told me that our boys were
just at different stages of puberty. Jim hadn’t started yet, but Bob
had already finished. After a few weeks, a boy getting an erection
during my checks became rare, so I guess they had all got used to me.”
Josie looked on in awe.
“Wow, you got to handle the penis and testicles of every one of your boy classmates. I wish we could do that today.”
“I won’t deny it was fun, but after a while I became as used to it as
the boys. It was my duty as an assistant after all, and the boys knew
it was just something that had to be done if they wanted to swim. When
it came to those Tuesday joint sessions, I was so proud as Miss Roberts
said on the first afternoon that I was quite competent to do their
checks on my own and left me to it. Once I had them all done, they
could get in the pool. On subsequent Tuesdays, after I consulted with
the boys, we honed our procedure right down to make sure we got the
maximum practice time -
It took me longer to say our procedure than do it, and it was scarcely
a minute between our boys doing gym to them all being in the water.
Oddly enough, when showing me his own boy parts and moving them about
for me to check all over, the boy almost invariably erected, although
Bob rarely did. I remember Jim’s always went rigid as he slid his
foreskin back for me. His face was so red, but I just gave him a
sympathetic smile to let him know it didn’t matter. We girls were
excited being alongside our naked boys in the pool, and it was always
obvious how the boys felt to be in the water with us. Miss Roberts
opted to ignore all those boners, just as we girls were. She was fine
with us being in the pool together as she knew boys and girls would
naturally compete against each other. As we swam, she often called out
‘Don’t let him beat you’ or ‘Don’t let her beat you’ in order to spur
us on. By the time of the gala our competitive spirit made us all so
much better. That gala was when I first met Florence and we got on like
a house on fire. I told her I thought Jim the cutest guy in my class,
not to mention so much more polite than American boys. In those days it
just was not done for a girl to make the first move and I said Jim was
always so shy around me. The previous fall her mum decided Florence
needed to practice babysitting boys, so she often got to bath Jim. He’d
apparently mentioned me as he was in the tub and she told him he must
fancy me. Jim went scarlet and said she was being ridiculous. She drew
her own conclusions as Florence saw he had gone rigid. At his bath a
few days before the gala, Jim had spoken about me again, so she asked
him why he hadn’t invited me out yet. With a red face and a so stiff
penis Jim mumbled some lame excuse about the opportunity hadn’t arisen.
We saw Bob and Jim by the pool and Florence grinned ‘Operation
“Unrequited Love gets Requited” starts right now’. We smiled at the
boys and they came over. She held Bob’s hand and said he was taking her
to the movies on Saturday. I saw Florence look at Jim then nod towards
me and mouth ‘Go on’. The turmoil in his eyes was clear and I was
afraid he was going to chicken out, but then I got his shy smile as he
nervously asked me if I’d like to come with him to see the movie too. I
was just so excited as I said yes.”
Naomi laughed.
“Not half as excited as Jim. Watching his willy rise was riveting to a 9 year old girl. We had such fun in those days.”
Josie grinned at her twin sister.
“I wish boys swam that way today as I’d love to see what Jack Briggs
has got. Last week we were chatting away in the playground when I
noticed his shorts were sticking out. RSE taught us that involuntary
erections are just so natural for boys, but when I mentioned it to him
he went red and moved his schoolbag to hide that interesting bulge from
me.”
Josie smiled at my great grandnephew.
“Do you fancy a swim Sheldon?”
“I forgot to bring my trunks Josie.”
My sister gave Josie a wink as she smiled at Sheldon.
“Come to your great grandma Sheldon, I have something for you.”
He trotted over, blissfully unaware of what I suspected Florence was planning.
“Sheldon, we are having a themed Christmas this year, and you will enjoy it as the theme is the 1960s.”
Josie was grinning so must have seen the trap being set, but Sheldon did not.
“Cool great grandma. Do you mean like the Beatles and all that?”
“Something like that Sheldon, but more US orientated.”
She smiled to reassure him.
“Come closer Sheldon.”
As he did, she grabbed him and whipped off his t-shirt, then grabbed his shorts. He had a stunned look of realisation.
“No great grandma. No. No. No! No! NO!! NOOOOO!!!”
My sister ignored his increasingly vocal pleadings as his shorts and
underpants came down and off in one. A giggling Josie saw his wobbling
willy and balls before he snapped his hands in front. My sister came
down hard across his butt.
“Put those hands at the side.”
He got three smacks before he did as he was told. Josie and Rosie were giggling away as my sister smiled at them.
“Would you like to get your swimming costumes on, then you can take Sheldon to the pool.”
Josie gave my sister a look of utter derision.
“Queen Victoria’s not on the throne great grandaunt Florence. It’s the 2020s and we girls wear bikinis now.”
I remember Florence was so proud to display her bikini at the Y,
especially to Bob. The twins could have no idea how stunning my sister
looked in her bikini, but that was over 60 years ago. She just smiled
at Josie and held her tongue, then looked round the room to see
giggling girls and nervous boys as a red-faced Sheldon stood naked
beside her.
“Tonight we will be having a fun US themed 1960s
school swimming gala for our great grandchildren before you all get off
to bed.”
She took off her slipper and slapped it on her palm. The boys got her steely glare.
“Right boys, get all those clothes off and hand them to me, then keep
your hands at the sides. If I don’t see a lot of bare butts in the next
60 seconds, they’ll be turned into a lot of red and very sore bare
butts.”
There was that same fear in their eyes that I must
have had when Miss Roberts told me to get naked for that first swim
class. The boys had no choice as the grinning girls watched them all
strip off, then rush across the room stark naked to hand their clothes
to my sister. She neatly folded them into a large pile beside her, then
smiled at the girls.
“OK, you girls can go up to the attic now and put on your… err… bikinis.”
I saw Sheldon and his younger brother Justin had significant packages
for pre-teens, no doubt inherited from their great granddad. Jack was
13 and the oldest boy here. He looked very uneasy, but him and his
brother Roger had nothing to be ashamed of. Bob had clearly persuaded
my sister to adopt US tradition for boys, which her side of the family
were maintaining. Jane had agreed with me, so boys on our side were all
left intact as nature intended.
Twelve smiling bikini-clad
girls came back in and giggled at the ten very nervous naked boys with
hands at their sides displaying all that variety of young male
genitalia. When I say bikinis, that was an overstatement for the three
postage stamps Josie was wearing. Where had all that little girl
innocence gone? Girls do seem to mature earlier these days, and the
twins were no exception with distinct boobs the size of half a lemon.
Josie looked fantastic as she adjusted those three scraps of fabric to
just cover her nipples and barely cover her pussy. After tucking in a
few stray pubes of a natural blond, she was apparently satisfied with
her appearance. Her rear was fully exposed as those scraps of fabric
seemed to be held together with what looked like floss as it delved
into her butt crack. With some 99% of her flesh uncovered, she might as
well have been naked!
I know she was my great granddaughter,
but I had no more control over my willy after retirement than when I
was a schoolboy. Sheldon was having the same problem as me, only more
publicly. I’d never watched the whole process of a boy going from soft
to erect as a neutral observer before, and I could see why girls always
giggle since it did look funny. I remember from the Y that erections
were catching, and soon all the boys had followed suit.
Josie came over to Sheldon.
“I see that you and your brother’s penises have been circumcised.”
She smiled at her older brothers. They went red as her eyes dropped to view what they had between their legs.
“You and Justin’s penises look quite a bit different to Jack and Roger’s.”
Josie went to reach out for Sheldon’s boner when Rosie spoke sharply.
“What are you doing Josie? Have you forgotten RSE? You must treat a boy
with respect and ask his permission first, and never forget
Relationships 101 that No means No. You’d be demanding the same respect
from any boy.”
I was surprised when Josie snapped back her hand and looked genuinely contrite.
“I’m so very sorry Sheldon. I don’t know what I was thinking. Can you ever forgive me?”
Sheldon looked relieved not to be molested by a girl. In my experience, that was always the fun part.
“Apology accepted Josie. Was there something you wanted to ask me?”
Josie looked equally relieved Sheldon had forgiven her. Rosie’s reprimand had made her nervous.
“Err… May I… err… feel your… err… penis and testicles please?”
I saw his body relax, even as his boner stiffened.
“Yes you may Josie but be extremely careful handling my testicles as they are very sensitive.”
This was a whole new dynamic, as today’s schools teach boys and girls
to treat each other with equal respect. It wasn’t like that in our day.
My sister realised her mistake in ignoring Sheldon’s persistent pleas
of ‘No’ and was apologetic.
“I’m very sorry Sheldon. It was wrong of me to force you boys to get naked. You may all put your shorts back on.”
She reached down for their clothes when Sheldon surprised me with his mature response.
“Thanks for that great grandma. Everyone has seen me now, and what’s been seen can’t be unseen, so I’m good.”
He turned to his brother.
“It’s your decision Justin. What do you want to do?”
He looked deep in thought, then gave his older brother a nod.
“Skinny dipping sounds rather daring but might be fun, so I’m good too Sheldon.”
No boy wanted to appear chicken, so they all nodded. Sheldon had a most serious face as he turned to the girls.
“Look, we boys don’t want any of you girls to feel this is some kind of
pervy sexual harassment thing. Are you sure every one of you girls is
OK being in the pool with us boys if we are all naked?”
That
must be just about the dumbest question ever. What is wrong with
today’s kids thinking any girl wouldn’t want to swim with naked boys?
They surprised me again as the girls went into a huddle. Josie was made
‘spokesperson’, the phrase these politically correct times would
demand, and gave a sincere reply devoid of any sarcasm.
“We’ve
all agreed that if you boys are OK being naked, we girls are fine with
that too. We do appreciate you boys considering our feelings and asking
us girls first, so we all wanted to thank you for that.”
Sheldon gave Josie a smile.
“OK, let’s all swim.”
If there had been any morsel of little girl innocence left, that evaporated as Josie gave Sheldon the wickedest of grins.
“You still on for me touching up your stiffie and balls Sheldon?”
The little wimp chickened out as his bare butt flew through the door.
Then he ran along the diving board to bounce and make a perfect entry
into the pool. As he surfaced, Sheldon flicked back his long blond hair
and grinned.
“You’ve got to catch me first Josie!”