Terrible Tad 13

By PatrickNaked

Copyright 2023 by PatrickNaked all rights reserved

Chapter 13

Despite the intervention of a disturbing dream and the unsettling emotions it had roiled to the surface, I hadn’t lost sight of my objective to acquire a non-public swimming pool for use by the Willow Lane Quartet. The days had been almost too hot to endure, and the cool waters of a pool would be a welcome respite.

But Tad had an aversion to displaying the amount of skin a swim suit left exposed, and the rest of us wouldn’t even consider the option of leaving him behind, troublesome as he was. He was a little brat, but he was OUR brat.

I had been distracted through my first few classes by that strange feeling of emptiness that had welled up within me after my morning meeting. My thoughts had begun to drift, making my classroom work suffer. When the lunch bell rang, I had almost forgotten I had another meeting scheduled for lunchtime that day. This meeting was crucial if we were to gain use of a pool.

I was going to have a talk with my pal Lucas, the teddy bear boy. Or rather, the former teddy bear boy. Benjamin the Bear was now buried in the anonymous grave of the local landfill. I still felt bad about that. Benjamin had been an unintended consequence, an innocent victim of a war that wasn’t his own.

In preparation for my meeting with Lucas, I had arrived at school early enough that morning to slip a note into his locker, telling him when and where to meet. I headed around to the back of the gym to wait. Luckily for Lucas, I didn’t have to wait long. He came around the corner and stopped when he saw me. “What do you want?” he asked sullenly.

I looked him over. The last time I had seen him, he had been naked, sweaty, crying, and covered in his own secretions. He had been about as humiliated as a boy could be… though I never stopped testing that limit with subsequent victims. He was probably remembering that day, and its ongoing aftermath, too… which would account for the look on his face. His home life had been rough since the Society had graced him with a visit. His sister Abigail kept us apprised of all the latest developments. I gave him a little leeway with his attitude.

I discovered, to my displeasure, that I was looking on the boy rather fondly. I remembered how cute he looked sleeping with his little teddy bear. This would never do. Had the unfortunate incident with Tad the day before dulled my edge? I needed to resharpen that blade.

When I looked at Lucas again, I forced myself to remember how I felt when he had called me an F-ing B… the rage at being so disrespected. That did the trick. That memory stoked the fires of anger within me.

I snapped at him, “Pull it out of your pants when you talk to me.”

He looked resentful, but after surveying the surroundings to make sure no one else was about, he unzipped his pants and dug around inside to find his thing. He pulled it out and let it hang. He made a little sound, a sob that told me the lack of privacy he now lived with at home hadn’t obliterated his sense of modesty. He could still feel degraded at being forced to reveal himself in such a way. Good.

I stepped forward, backing Lucas up against the back wall of the gym. I spit into my hand, then grabbed his thing, smearing my saliva all over it. I began slowly pumping him. He leaned his head back against the bricks and stared up at the clouds. Or the birds. Anywhere but at me. A look of shame stole over his face, and a tear slid down his cheek. But he didn’t resist. As miserable as we had made his life at home, the photos we had of him could make it so much worse everywhere else.

I enjoyed the feel of his thing. The fleshy thickness of it. I liked how the saliva made my hand slide with lubricated ease. I briefly remembered my fingers sliding on Tad’s sweaty skin. Tad had a bad habit of invading my dreams, and now he was finding his way into moments like this. He could be SO annoying.

Lucas looked down at where I was handling him. Almost inaudibly, he said, “Oh, no.” Despite his continued look of shame, part of him seemed to be enjoying the moment as much as I was. His thing was growing in my hand. It soon reached its full capacity. I squeezed at little harder. It was so FIRM. Lucas moaned with the increase in pressure, but it wasn’t a sound of pain. He looked back up, studying the sky.

I decided it was time for business. “I have a deal for you, Lucas,” I told him without stopping. “When we made that little social call a while back, I noticed you had a swimming pool in your backyard. A nice big one. With a privacy fence all the way around.”

He looked at me now in confusion. What I was saying didn’t seem to correspond with what I was doing. “Y-yes? We have a pool.”

“My friends and I are looking for one, and yours just so happens to fit all of our needs.” I changed my grip and began working on just the head. The little involuntary sound Lucas made told me he liked that. “One of these friends is rather modest and doesn’t like to show much skin in public. He’s not like YOU. He would NEVER whip it out in the middle of the day… outside… at school… where anyone at any time could walk around the corner of the gym and see what he was making that poor little Teresa do to him.” Lucas looked about frantically. “But I feel sure we can talk my friend, the overly bashful boy, into using a more secluded, private venue.”

“My parents don’t like me bringing other kids over to swim,” Lucas gasped out.

“Your parents are predictably selfish. But that suits me fine.” I told him. “Your parents aren’t going to know anything about it. You’re going to inform me every time they’re going to be out and how long they’ll be out for. Just your parents. Abigail doesn’t have to be gone. She can join our little pool party if she wants.”

I looked down at the thing in my hand. I had been adjusting my strokes according to his reactions, and I seemed to have found the optimal method. Lucas looked like he could barely stand it. He managed to look mortified and gratified at the same time. Tears were running freely down his face. I continued, “You can join in too. But you’ll have to swim naked. With what you’ve got between your legs, it would be selfish not to share. You don’t want to be selfish like your parents, do you?”

Lucas gasped out a “No.”

“Want to go skinny dipping, Lucas? My other little friend can sometimes be a bit arrogant. He could use a lesson in humility. Seeing what you’ve got between your legs might do the trick.” Talking about Lucas’ thing while handling it at the same time was starting to have an unexpected effect on me. I felt the beginnings of a hot, itchy excitement. That wasn’t good. I should be able to remain emotionally detached when conducting Society business. Any pleasure I derived from interacting with a victim should be entirely in the intellect… the satisfaction of knowing I had proved my dominance by stripping a boy of all vestiges of dignity. The victim should be the only one to experience unwanted arousal.

Then I remembered… this wasn’t Society business. I was only using its tactics to obtain use of the swimming pool. As I wasn’t acting as a representative of the Society, I was free to do… and experience… whatever I wanted. Just as long as I didn’t let Lucas know what was going on inside. He had to continue to believe I was still that coldblooded F-ing B who violated his bedroom and his body weeks before.

I suddenly decided I wanted more than just his thing. I wanted to play with the whole package. I released his sausage and turned my attention to his pants. Getting them undone and down to his ankles was easy. The underpants were more of a challenge. His thing was sticking out of that little flap boys’ briefs have in the front.

I tried pulling his underpants out by the waistband to slip them over the head of his thing, but the fabric wouldn’t stretch far enough. I then attempted to push his thing downwards but it stubbornly held to its upward angle.

Lucas yelled, “Owwww, stop. Let me do it. I’ve done it before.” He bent all the way over so his thing was pointing downwards, and slid the underpants down easily. Straightening back upright, he gave me a barely perceptible smirk, which vanished almost before I was sure it was there.

“Knowing how to remove your own underpants is hardly something to be smug about,” I told him irritably. Damn. I had let him get to me. I really was off my game. Tad has done this to me, I told myself. Tad the Troublemaker. There were other possible reasons for my unsettled state, including two major candidates named Aunt Martha and Dwayne, but they were currently locked away in a backroom in my brain. So I settled on Tad as my scapegoat. He had to be good for SOMETHING, even if it was just being a hook to hang some blame upon.

I took Lucas’ thing in one hand and his ballsack in the other. As I stroked and fondled, I said, “I asked you a question… Do you want to go skinny dipping?”

Lucas was shuddering, and looking up at the sky again. “No, thank you,” he said politely through gritted teeth.

“I could always make you,” I told him. “In fact, I think I will. You’ll be joining us at our little pool party. Or…” I leaned in to whisper in his ear, “One or two of those photos from your modeling session might find their way into someone’s locker here at school. Now, spit.”

“What?” he asked, looking at like I was crazy.

“You need some more lube.” I held my hand out, palm up. “Spit.”

Lucas managed to look even more self-conscious as he leaned his head down to spit in my hand. I guess he didn’t like a girl seeing him doing something so uncouth. Thinking back on whenever I had seen him at school, he did seem to have more manners than the average Hammond boy. I had heard other girls tell of how kind and considerate he could be. Kayden had even said Lucas wasn’t boastful of his over-endowment around the locker room like Loathsome Elijah.

On the other hand, he had called me an F-ing B the first time I met him… not exactly the most gentlemanly behavior. I gave the thing in my hand an especially hard jerk, squeezing his balls at the same time.

“Owww,” Lucas cried. “What did I do?”

I resumed my more gentle stroking moves. My other hand reached around behind his ballsack to the even more intimate area of his perineum.

Having a particular fondness for that part of a boy’s body, I had recently looked up its name in a medical book at the local library. I wasn’t opposed to more casual language when referring to anatomy… like ‘thing’ instead of penis, and ‘ballsack’ instead of scrotum. But I had once heard the perineum referred to as the ‘taint’, and that just sounded crude, with unwanted connotations of contamination and corruption. It made me think of bad smells… not an impression I wanted to reenforce when dealing with a part of the body so close to where some boys… thankfully not all… could be a bit lax in their hygiene. When a boy subjected the Society to THAT unpleasantness, the price he paid was steep. And we always promised a return visit… this next time bringing along a stiff wire brush to take care of anything he may have missed. Subsequent encounters always found these boys clean and pristine. The Society prided itself on helping to keep the world a more sanitary place.

I liked the perineum because it was mostly hidden, even when the boy was standing nude. Only when I made him assume more demeaning positions was it revealed. And of course, once it came into view, so too did his bottomhole. It was then the boy knew everything he had was laid bare. It was all mine to do with as I pleased.

Lucas reacted as I knew he would when I began exploring deep within that private region. After a sudden intake of breath, he let out a ragged sob. “You told me if I did everything you said, we were through,” he accused. “You said you’d leave me alone.”

I explained, “There may have been an addendum to the contract I forgot to mention. But a faulty memory on my part doesn’t absolve you of your contractual obligations. One of which is the pool. The second is your attendance. Since you didn’t answer my question about skinny dipping, I’ve answered it for you. You are so incredibly enthusiastic about a reprieve from this scorching heat, you don’t even want a swim suit between you and those cool, refreshing waters.”

I realized only then that I had come to a conclusion on a problem I hadn’t been consciously considering. As much as I had enjoyed witnessing Tad’s reaction the day before to his second backyard embarrassment of the year, I really did need to help the boy overcome his crippling sense of modesty. Granted, anyone would be horribly humiliated by a full body lice inspection conducted in the wide open outdoors, but Tad’s inhibitions went far beyond the normal. Just the thought of appearing at a public pool in a swim suit, showing no more skin than anyone else displayed, was a soul-sundering ordeal for him.

Maybe the sight of another boy showing nothing BUT skin would be a catalyst for change. Maybe Tad would realize that what his swim suit revealed, a bare torso and legs, was no big deal… that no one but him gave it a second thought.

I’d have to threaten Lucas with appalling reprisals if he exhibited even a hint of reluctance or self-consciousness. Perhaps I could give him a brief introduction to our new handy-dandy vibrating toy, Mr. Good Vibrations. Its previous owner had renounced it upon learning of its use in an orifice other than her own. As one of the last partakers in Carter’s Comeuppance, her demonstration of the fury she felt at losing such a close companion was exceptionally savage. Using her former friend on the boy, she went through two sets of batteries, and had brought many more in reserve. Carter was spared further immediate abuse only by his promise to make himself available whenever she wanted to use her all new replacement toy… which had its own harness, making it a wearable accessory.

I felt sure that five minutes with Good Vibrations, and the assurance of hours more should he disappoint me, would enable Lucas to adopt a convincing facade of carefree nudity. Only time would tell if this persuaded Tad to show a little more skin of his own without his usual overly dramatic panic attack.

I didn’t expect him to suddenly go full nudist. In fact, I wouldn’t want that. I wanted him to be at ease at the public pool, but still be capable of embarrassment should ALL of his skin suddenly go on display, as with the lice inspection. That incident had been so entertaining, I was already making plans for a followup. I was going to have one of my pet jocks, the one with the really deep voice, call Tad’s mother in a couple of weeks. He’d be posing as a school official warning all the parents of a lice infestation at the school. “Check your child out now, ma’am. Be thorough.”

I was considering having him recommend seeking out the assistance of any medical personnel in the vicinity. Mrs. Banks seemed like a lonely old lady who could use a little more social interaction.

And I was going to make sure Tracie and Ellie were present for Round Two.

I returned my attention to Lucas, sliding a forefinger in further, past the perineum, till the tip of it was squeezed between his bottom cheeks. Lucas made a little sound of surprise. I was really trespassing into private territory. My other hand continued to work his wiener.

I told him truthfully, “Your attendance, sans swim suit, will be for a good cause. It could help my little friend overcome his excessive inhibitions. And for doing this good deed, I might tell Abigail to ease up a bit on you at home. Maybe let you poop in private once in a while. Do we have a deal?” Of course we had a deal. As long as I had those explicit photos, he had no choice. But I was nice enough to give the boy the illusion of options.

“Y… Yes,” he told me. “My parents are going to a party on Thursday. Out of town. They’ll leaving at three and will be out till after ten. Will you really make Abigail leave me alone? She stands so close, she’s actually straddling my legs when I’m on the toilet. And she has that weird grin the whole time. There’s something wrong with her.”

“I’ll put in a good word for you,” I assured him. I applied a little more pressure with my finger. Lucas lifted up on his tiptoes. With that parting gesture, I stepped back, releasing him. “We’ll be there on Thursday, right after school.” I had time to decide if I wanted to introduce him to Good Vibrations first. I was inclined to give him a pass. His cooperation and the fortuitous timing of his parents’ party were putting me into a generous spirit. And I had enjoyed invading his secret places, and the look on his face as I did so.

“Keep me up to date,” I told him as I started to walk away. “Every time they’ll be out long enough for us to use the pool. If I find out from Abigail that we missed an opportunity…” I let his imagination fill in the blank.

I could’ve gotten this information on parent-free pool times from Abigail. But where was the fun in that? What she had between her legs I didn’t want to play with.

I glanced back at Lucas before I rounded the corner of the gym. He looked silly standing there with his pants and underpants around his ankles, and his sausage still standing tall.

“You’d better take care of that,” I advised. “It’s about time for the next bell.”

Later that day, I told the other Willow Lane kids to let their parents know we would be having a study session in the loft of my family's barn after school on Thursday. That was our usual excuse when we had other, less academic, plans. They all pestered me to tell them what we were actually going to do.

I would’ve rather kept the swimming pool as a surprise, but unless everyone was go to skinny dipping, which wasn’t remotely within the realm of possibility, I had to tell them to bring swim suits to school.

As soon as I mentioned swim suits, Tad started fussing. As usual. "Uh-uh, no way! We went over all this yesterday. I am NOT going to the pool." He glared defiantly to show us how determined he was. "You can't make me."

He added, after looking at me warily, "And no tickling."

"Don't worry," I told him. "There will be no tickling. You can't handle it. We’ve all seen what happens, and it’s… messy.” That earned me a pouty face.

I continued, "A friend has loaned us the use of his pool. We’ll have it on a semi-regular basis when his parents aren’t around. It's nice and private." I looked at Tad. "No one will see your little nipples except us. And we've seen them before. Just yesterday, as a matter of fact." He folded his arms over his chest as though we could see them at that moment through his t-shirt.

"His parents don't like strange kids coming over to use the pool, so don't tell anyone else about it. Anyone. If his parents find out, we're out of luck."

I gave them a few more details. Who the friend was, etc. I would tell Tracie and Ellie the whole story later when Tad wasn't around. They'd be mad at me, of course. They had missed another look at Lucas. But hopefully a dip in the cool waters would douse their anger.

Before we went our separate ways, I had another idea. I managed to get Tracie and Ellie aside for a moment where Tad couldn't hear. I whispered some extra instructions to them.

On Thursday, we all met up after school. Tad was carrying a brown paper grocery bag with his swim suit and a towel in it. We girls only had our towels, mine with a swimming mask rolled up inside. Tad would soon find out we were already wearing our suits under our clothes. We girls had put them on in the locker room after gym class.

Lucas’ house was way across town, on the other side of the school from Willow Lane. That’s why I had decided we should leave directly from school. This would save time, more of which could be used for swimming. And we needed every moment we could get. The sun was scorching the life out of us. Before we were even halfway there, we were all sweating out a swimming pool’s worth of vital bodily fluids. My hair was sticking to neck like some wet, loathsome membrane. I hadn’t thought to bring a hair tie to pull it back in a ponytail. Tracie and Ellie kept dragging their hair off of their necks, too. We were all similarly afflicted. Except Tad. I envied him his short hair.

Walking as fast as we dared in the heat, it only took us around twenty minutes to get there. But by the time we arrived, I felt like I had been boiled, broiled, baked, fried, and roasted. I just knew that once I hit that pool I would sizzle like a hot pan in a sink full of water.

We went in through the back gate like before. A path of flat stones led through the grass to the back door of the house. The grass, I noticed, was thick and green, unlike everywhere else in Hammond. The common folk had yards of crispy brown. Lucas’ parents must hire a professional yard service.

Halfway to the house, a second path broke off to the right, leading to a gate in a tall whitewashed fence. The last time we were here the gate had been open, revealing that oasis of a swimming pool.

I went up to the gate and grasped the handle. I half expected it to be locked, Lucas having reneged on our deal. But with an oiled ‘click’, the gate swung open showing us the promised land. The pool sparkled blue in the bright sunlight. It was surrounded by lawn chairs and glass topped tables. On the far side of the pool, there was even a palm tree growing in the stretch of grass that bordered the poolside flagstones. That tree made our oasis complete.

Ellie exclaimed, “Wow. I may just marry Lucas and have this every day.” 

Tracie told her, “I think both sets of parents might have something to say about that. Not to mention Lucas himself.”

Tad turned to me. “Why DID Lucas give you the use of the pool? I didn’t even know y’all knew each other.”

“I’ll tell you later. First, let’s go swimming.” The fact was, I hadn’t figured out a good story for Tad. I had updated Tracie and Ellie by then, of course. But Tad couldn’t know the truth.

Tad looked around the lavish surroundings. “Where are we going to get changed? I was expecting a pool house or something.”

Ellie looked at him like he was dense. “We wore our suits under our clothes. You didn’t?”

Tad looked at me in outrage. “Teresa! Nobody told ME about this. No one ever tells me ANYTHING!” He looked around frantically, perhaps hoping he had somehow initially missed an entire pool house. “Great,” he said. “Looks like y’all get to swim and I don’t.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Tad,” Tracie told him. “Just go behind that palm tree and change.”

Tad looked at the spindly trunk. “No way. That’s not going to hide me.”

I leaned down to put my hand on the back of his neck and pulled him to me. “If you don’t go behind that tree and change, I’ll change you right here in front of everybody.”

Tad looked up at me, wondering if I was serious. I just stared back, my eyes never leaving his. He decided he didn’t want to take that chance. “This sucks!” he yelled, stomping off towards the tree. “Y’all better not look. I’ll know if you do, even if my back is turned.”

As he dug around in his paper bag behind the tree, he continued yelling, issuing a tirade of demands. “Y’all look anywhere but over here. If you look, there’s going to be trouble. BIG trouble. You don’t want to mess with me.”

Reluctant as he was to undress out in the open, he took a long while at it. Each time he removed an article off clothing, he’d peek around the tree and see us watching. “Stop it! Stop looking! Perverts!”

Ellie called out, “Hurry it up, Tad. I’d think you were used to getting naked outside after Aunt Martha’s.’

“Shut up!”

We had used the time to shed our outer clothes and were now all in our swim suits.

When he finally slipped off his underpants, he had his back to us. Thin as the tree trunk was, about three inches of bare bottom extended beyond it on both sides.

Then a strange thing happened. A section of the fence to the left of the tree swung open. It was another gate. It was only then that I noticed a small wooden handle. Painted white like the rest of the fence, it had blended right in. Abigail, wearing a swimsuit, walked through. She stared, completely unabashed, at the naked Tad, who hadn’t yet noticed her.

“Cute wiener.” She stated in a very matter-of-fact way.

Tad looked up from trying to put a foot into his swim suit. Seeing the girl, he shrieked and staggered backwards. He managed about six backward steps till he overbalanced and fell on his bottom in the grass right next to the flagstones that bordered the pool. When he landed, he continued over flat on his back, the momentum carrying his feet up over his head.

Tracie, Ellie and I only got to see the side view of the naked boy. Abigail was in a better position and got to see all the goods on display. Which was fair. We three had seen plenty of Tad unclothed. Abigail hadn’t even seen his photos.

His legs dropped to the ground. He lay there for a moment before pushing himself up into a sitting position. He stared up at Abigail, still too shocked at her sudden appearance to realize that his legs were splayed wide, giving her full view of the boy parts she had just complimented. She was still intently staring with a big grin on her face.

Abigail walked up to stand right between his legs. She stared directly down at him and continued her assessment, “Nice balls, too.” The toes of her bare feet were almost touching those balls. She ventured one foot forward till her foot slid beneath them.

Tad looked down at himself where he felt that contact, only just then seeming to realize that he was naked. With a cry of dismay, he threw his hands over his groin. “Teresa,” he called, “Help. Teresa!” By then we had strolled over to stand directly over him. I was to his left, Tracie to his right, and Ellie behind his head. He was effectively surrounded. He was so fixated on Abigail that he hadn’t even noticed us. Tunnel Vision Tad.

“I’m right here, Tad,” I told him. He looked up at us looming over him and shrieked again.

Tad struggled to stand up. To do this, he had to remove his hands from his groin to push himself up off the ground, revealing everything to everyone again. As he attained a sitting position, his ballsack lay fully on top of Abigail’s foot. She wriggled her toes, making everything bounce.

Tad paused momentarily in his attempt to gain his feet. He had an odd look on his face. Abigail wriggled her toes again. This time the effect on the boy was more pronounced. His wiener stood up even as the rest of him remained seated. It had been as instantaneous as when Mrs. Banks, the old lecherous nurse, had stroked him only days before. Tad was obviously powerless to the touch of female flesh.

Realizing his state of arousal in front of four girls, Tad let out another shriek and shoved himself up off the ground, staggering to his feet. Abigail had been standing so close, Tad ended up only an inch or so away from her.

He was taller than the girl… an unusual situation for him to be in… so the end of his wiener was poking her somewhere slightly above her belly button. Abigail stepped into it, pushing Tad’s thing back against his belly. “I like the way you say hello,” she told him.

Tad backed away, once more trying to cover himself… a move made more difficult in its current state. We could still see his wiener head over the top of his crossed hands. “Perverts!” He collided with Ellie standing behind him. His legs got entangled with hers, providing more skin to skin contact.

He stumbled around her, completing a circle to continue in reverse. I held my hand up and started to shout a warning, but was too late. As the pool was now immediately behind him, Tad was the first to test its cool waters. He gave a yelp as solid surface disappeared beneath his feet, then he disappeared himself as the pool swallowed him in a sparkling crystalline splash.

While the water he displaced was still raining down, Tad’s head broke the surface. He choked and sputtered, then submerged again.

Of course, being Tad, he had landed in the deep end. And Tad didn’t know how to swim. The little mutt couldn’t even dog paddle. The one time we’d managed to drag him to the public pool years before, he’d had to stay sequestered in the shallow end with all the much younger children.

Yet again, I was going to have to get Tad out of trouble.

As if confirming that it was somehow my job to rescue him whenever he found himself in over his head, this time literally, Tad came up again, splashing around and screaming, “Teresa! Help!” He sputtered and coughed, and went under for a third time.

I dived in. A very graceful dive, too, I might add. The water wasn’t freezing. The high ambient temperature wouldn’t allow that. But the difference in the super-heated air above and the much cooler water below was so profound that the physical shock made it feel glacial in comparison. I almost opened my mouth at the shock of it to breathe water as Tad was doing.

My dive had carried me beneath him. I looked up to see his thrashing arms and legs churning up the water. I’d have to watch that he didn’t kick me in the head. I swam up level with him but just far enough away that I didn’t take an elbow to the face. He was fully submerged and in full panic. I was behind him, so couldn’t tell if he had the presence of mind to keep his mouth closed.

Even as Tad was on the verge of drowning, I still couldn’t help myself. I mixed a little pleasure with the business of saving him. I swam up to him and placed one hand under his bare bottom. The heel of my hand was under his butt, the fingers curled around his ballsack. I pushed, keeping the pressure on his bottom so as not to hurt his balls. Kicking my legs, I forced him up to the surface. When both our heads were above water, I reluctantly moved my hand from his balls to wrap that arm around his waist and tow him to the edge. I grabbed the coping and pulled us both to the side of the pool so he could support himself with his forearms on the flagstones. I was supporting myself with one arm while the other was still around his waist. I rather liked it there.

Tad was coughing and choking. As for me, I was remembering the feel of his balls in my hand. Before I had released them, I had given them an extra little squeeze. Not hard. Just enough to get the full experience of them. To feel their firm roundness. I had been gambling that his attention would be focused solely on survival and he wouldn’t notice that hand between his legs taking advantage of his plight.

Despite seeing him naked so often, I had only gotten to physically touch him above the waist in the tickle session that had gone so wildly out of control. Now I had handled his ballsack. For one last bit of opportunism, I moved around behind him and pushed my body against his as though trying to ensure he didn’t slip back under. The arm I had around his waist was between the side of the pool and his body. When I let go of his waist, I let my hand drop down to trail across his wiener. My fingers halfway encircled it, then slid on by, dragging it a little to the side. He wasn’t completely hard anymore, but it was still thicker than its softened state.

Tad seemed to have gagged up most of the water he had taken in. He was only coughing intermittently. I became aware of the others. They had gathered around the edge of the pool. Their faces showed concern. Except for Abigail. She was wearing that permanent grin. I was beginning to agree with Lucas… there was something wrong with that girl.

My mother used to say that if I made an ugly face, it could freeze that way. Abigail’s grin was starting to look ugly to me. I wondered if she had fallen victim to that adage.

I pushed myself up out of the pool. Bending down, I took one of Tad’s arms to help him out as well. Halfway there, realization hit him. He bleated, “No no no. I’m naked I’m naked I’m naked.” That we had all just seen him in that state did nothing to curtail his panic. I let go and he dropped back with a smaller splash than he made earlier going in. He clutched at the flagstones and looked up at me miserably like a wet puppy after its first bath.

“Where’s my swim suit?” he asked. I thought of playing keep-away with it, but decided he’d had enough trauma for now. I DID want him to have an enjoyable day, if that was even possible now. I retrieved his suit from the grass by the palm tree where it had fallen when Abigail’s sudden appearance had so terrified him.

We all watched him struggle with it in the water while still holding onto the coping with one hand. It looked to be quite the ordeal. As we were all standing right over him, the water he churned up with his frantic maneuvers couldn’t completely cover his nakedness.

Tad had learned that ordering us to turn away did little good, so he remained silent. He settled for throwing resentful looks at us as he fought the uncooperative swim suit one-handed.

He finally conceded this was an impossible task. He looked at me with big, pitiful eyes, saying, “I can’t get my suit on.” This was followed with the unspoken question of ‘What do I do?’

I could’ve told him the obvious solution: pull himself along the side of the pool to the shallow end. He was apparently too flustered by his near-death experience to think of this himself. Instead, I told him, “Here. Let me do it.”

I retrieved my swimming mask from where it was rolled up inside my towel, slipped it on, then dove back into the water. I was hoping Tad wouldn’t question why it was needed for the task of dressing him.

I swam up to Tad from below and behind again. This time, due to the mask, I could see every detail of his naked body with crystal clarity. The water rendered his skin in a cool blue palette, much as the moonlight streaming through his bedroom window did on the nights I secretly watched him masterbating.

I could also see one reason the simple act of putting on a swim suit had become so difficult… he had managed to get both legs into one leg opening in the suit. It was stuck about mid-calf, and he couldn’t pull it up any further.

I propelled myself closer till I was only inches away. His cute little bottom was right in front of the mask. I reached out with one hand and slipped my thumb slightly into the cleft between his butt cheeks, then placed my fingers across one rounded buttock, using this to push myself up till I broke the surface.

Tad turned towards me. “Did you touch my bottom?”

“Sorry,” I said. “Close quarters.” I knew that explained nothing, but hoped he’d accept it. “You need to let go of your suit. You have both legs in one hole. Let me get it for you.”

Without waiting for a response, I went back under. Putting my hands on each side of his waist, I pushed myself down further. I let my hands trail lightly down his legs. When I reached the level I wanted, I gripped tighter to stop my descent.

Tad still had his swim suit in a one-handed death grip. I tried tugging it out of his grasp, but he held on as though I was stripping him rather than trying to get him dressed. I was running out of air, so I pinched him on his bottom. I heard a yelp from above me, garbled by the water, as he released the suit. I yanked it down his legs and off his feet, turning it inside out in the process. I swam backwards a bit to take in his nakedness again, then had to surface for more air.

The indignant outcry was awaiting me, as I had expected. “You PINCHED me. I can’t believe you pinched me. On my bottom. You can’t DO that.”

“Well, you wouldn’t let go,” I told him reasonably. “I wasn’t going to drown down there waiting for you to realize I’m trying to protect your modesty. You’re the one crying about being naked. In front of a bunch of girls.” I added that last sentence to reinforce his humiliation at being the lone boy of the group, and the only one who was totally bare.

“I can always leave you alone, if you want. But seeing as how you’ve forgotten how to dress yourself…”

“No, no. You’ve got to help me,” he cried. He was looking over his shoulder at me. He was so cute, with his wide-eyed look of panic and misery on his face. His wet hair was plastered to his forehead, and drops of pool water beaded his skin.

I went back under. Once again I used my hands on his sides and legs to move myself down. Once he was above me, I looked up to see his legs spread wide, and his ballsack and wiener moving gently in the currents I was producing. I admired the view as long as I dared, then started to pull the swim suit over one of his feet. Then I remembered it was turned inside-out. I had to resurface.

“I’m still naked,” Tad accused. I explained the situation as I fixed his suit. Abigail was on her hands and knees at the pool’s edge, leaning out for a better view. Tracie and Ellie were standing at the edge also, almost as blatant in their appraisal of his situation. Tad looked from me to the others, then back. “Teresa, please hurry,” he whined.

Underwater once again, I got both of his feet into the suit, then began pulling it up his legs. When I got up to his crotch, I had another evil idea. I intentionally pulled backwards as well as upwards on the suit so that it slid up behind his ballsack. I heard an “eeeek” above me.

I pulled the waistband of the suit forwards with one hand as I brazenly took his wiener and balls in the other. I tucked everything into his suit, and pulled it the rest of the way up.

When I surfaced beside him, Tad looked over at me in mute shock, obviously wondering at what I had just done. “Sorry,” I told him. “Your… boy parts… were caught up in the suit. I had to get a little personal there to put them where they belonged. I didn’t embarrass you, did I?” I hoped my nonchalant attitude would quell any suspicions he might have as to the intent behind my action.

“I’ve been nothing BUT embarrassed for days,” he told me unhappily. “For weeks and weeks. Ever since… that day at Aunt Martha’s.” Tears started to mix with the water drops on his face. “Years before that, even.” The last part was said so quietly, I could hardly hear the words.

I climbed out of the pool, then reached down to help Tad. This time he let me pull him all the way out. He should’ve balked as he had the first time. When I had taken hold of his wiener and balls in the water, I had noted that his thing was still half hard. And I had briefly felt it thicken as I tucked everything into his suit. Tad’s wiener had an automatic reaction to being touched.

Now, as he stood there looking like a drowned rat, his suit was tented in front. He was a wet rat with an erection. And it was quite obvious to everyone but him.

Noticing all eyes were cast downwards, Tad’s own followed their direction. “GREAT!” he yelled. “Just GREAT!” He covered with his hands and stomped over to throw himself down on the grass beside his little paper bag. He pulled his towel out and bunched it up over his crotch to hide his erection. He glared at us as though his constant series of misadventures were somehow our fault.

“I can’t BELIEVE it,” he complained. “Y’all saw EVERYTHING.” Glancing down at his lap, he added, “And then some.”

Abigail confirmed, “I certainly did.”

“Why does this keep happening to me?” he whined. Then he turned to me with an especially baleful look. “This time it was all YOUR fault. You didn’t tell me everyone was putting on their swim suits at school. That’s what started this whole thing.”

“Watch it, little guy,” I told him. “I just saved your naked ass from drowning. And then dressed you like a toddler. Show a little gratitude.”

Tad glared at me for a moment longer, then sighed. “Since you’ve all seen me all the way naked for sure now… will you finally tell me if you saw me at Aunt Martha’s?” That suspicion had been a constant source of agitation for Tad since that Saturday so many weeks ago.

Tracie, Ellie and I looked at each other. We all shrugged in unison. I told him, “Yes, we saw it all. We watched through the window.” Of course, I didn’t mention the other window we had been watching him through for so many nights since then.

“What did you expect?” Tracie asked. “We had a chance to see a naked boy, so we took it. Would you give up a chance to see a naked girl?” The towel wadded up on his lap twitched in answer.

“I KNEW you watched. You’re a bunch of perverts.” He looked over at Abigail. “You, too. Whoever you are. You were playing with my balls with your toes. That’s GROSS.”

Abigail replied, “You didn’t seem to mind it at the time.”

Tad took on a look of renewed outrage. That look suddenly changed as a new thought occurred to him. “Y’all weren’t looking when Aunt Martha… well… when she made me… bend over, were you?”

“Every single time,” Ellie informed him.

He now knew we hadn’t just seen him naked, but had seen his little bottomhole, too. “Oh GOD!” he wailed and fell over backwards to lay in the grass. “Y’all saw up my butt crack.”

Abigail turned to me, “You’ve GOT to tell me THIS story.” As far as I knew, her brother Lucas was the only boy she had seen naked until now. And she had not only seen up his butt crack, but in every humiliating way possible… including using the toilet. And all this on a daily basis. She wasn’t yet an official member of the Society, but she could’ve been a Society all on her own.

Back to Tad, she said, “Can I get a look? I only saw a little bit of your crack when I got here. You remember… when you shrieked like a little girl and fell over with your feet up over your head?” When Tad, speechless, didn’t answer, Abigail added “… and your peter and balls flopping around in a really obscene way? THAT time…?”

Tad looked over at me and mouthed ‘HELP’.

“No need to completely strip,” Abigail added graciously. “You can just pull your suit halfway down and bend over.”

Tad’s scandalized look at this suggestion was priceless. Abigail might be deranged, but she had her uses.

I wondered what Tad’s reaction would be if I told him all that Tracie, Ellie and I had seen beyond that day at my aunt’s house. He’d probably jump back in the deep end. I considered admitting to ‘accidentally’ witnessing his recent lice inspection… once we were safely away from the pool. I so loved the effect humiliation had on that cute face of his.

For the moment, I just made the introductions. “Tad, this is Abigail. She lives here, so you better be nice to her. You don’t have to show here your butt crack, but DO show her a little respect. Abigail, this boy here that you so recently saw completely, utterly, and entirely naked… including wiener, balls, and partial butt crack… is Tad. You saw him with his wiener hard, too. But I won’t get into that. He’s already embarrassed enough.”

Abigail said, “I guess it’s ok I didn’t get to see your ENTIRE butt crack. I didn’t see your pubic hair either. But then… that’s because you don’t have any.” She doubled over, laughing uproariously at her own joke.

Tad sat up. “Everyone can stop talking about my butt crack,” he stated. “And my wiener and balls and anything else. It’s bad enough you’ve all seen me naked. You don’t have to keep reminding me of it.”

The towel had fallen over when Tad sat up. Its absence revealed his wiener was still hard. Tad looked down. “GodDAMN it! FUCK!”

Wow. My aunt had mostly cured him of using such language years ago with a bar of soap and a bare-bottomed spanking in front of us girls. The events of late seemed to have thrown him into a relapse.

As Tad dragged the towel back over his lap, Ellie interjected, “As fascinating as the subject of your intimate anatomy is, you and Teresa are the only ones who’ve gotten to use the pool… you know, the thing we actually came over here to do today. The rest of us have been standing around baking in the sun. I say we swim now and talk about your lack of pubic hair later.”

Tad yelled, “I said we DON’T talk about it. Jeez.”

As we girls ran and jumped as one into the pool, I could hear Tad, in defiance of his own rule, proclaiming, “And a lot of boys my age don’t have hair yet. LOTS of them.”

There was more to this educational announcement, but it was lost to the sound of the enormous splash we made hitting the water.

A couple of hours later found us girls lounging back in various colored inflatable pool floats, drifting aimlessly about the deep end of the pool. Tad and Lucas were playing some kind of game involving splashing and dunking each other in the shallow end, the rules for which seemed to be made up on the fly and were in a state of constant change.

Lucas had eventually shown up about fifteen minutes after everyone had entered the pool. I had almost decided he had backed out of his obligations. A number of humiliating punishments had been taking shape in the back of my mind even as I was enjoying the cool, wet reprieve from the the day’s searing heat. I had just coaxed Tad up onto one of the floats to tow him around the pool, including out over the deep end. It had taken a few minutes to assure him I had no intention of stranding him or capsizing the float as a cruel prank. Why, I asked, would I save him from drowning only to toss him back into those deadly depths?

My intention was to acclimate him to that end of the pool… show him it wasn’t as threatening as he perceived it. Later, I would start what would assuredly be a long, arduous task of teaching him to swim.

As he was settling down onto his stomach on the float, he looked over my shoulder with eyes suddenly widened in shock. He screamed, “Don’t look. Don’t Look. He’s naked. He’s naked.”

Of course, everyone looked. How could they NOT? Lucas had just entered through the gate… naked, as he had been commanded. His enormous thing was swinging from side to side as he walked. His hands kept twitching towards it, as though to shield it from our eyes. But he would overrule that impulse each time, remembering how I had instructed him to show no shame in his nudity.

We girls had already seen him naked… Abigail more than Tracie, Ellie or me in her role as bathroom monitor. Only Tad had not. Being in different grades, the two boys wouldn’t even have encountered each other in the school’s shower room.

Tad’s eyes were locked onto that swinging meat between the other boy’s legs. I heard him say, almost inaudibly, “I’d heard it was big, but…”

Despite the circumstance, Lucas was more composed than I would’ve guessed. He reached the edge of the pool and used the steps to enter the shallow end next to Tad and me. Avoiding my eyes, he turned to Tad. “Sorry I freaked you out. I… I always swim nude. I hope that doesn’t make you uncomfortable.”

Tad stammered, “But… there’s… there’s GIRLS here. Aren’t you embarrassed?”

Lucas lowered his head. “No. It’s perfectly natural.” The blush that colored his cheeks exposed the lie, but I couldn’t begrudge him an involuntary response. “Just… just don’t spread it around school. Ok?”

Tad assured him he wouldn’t. Which is what I would expect of him. He could be haughty and arrogant, and he was constantly in trouble and managed to bring that trouble down on those around him… but he was in no way a mean person. He’d never consider circulating stories that could be detrimental to someone, even a relative stranger like Lucas. Under all the brash behavior and pompous demeanor was a very nice boy. It was strange that I liked him so much, considering we were polar opposites. Would he still like ME if he knew of all the things I did to his fellows at school? Or how I watched him almost every night as he lay naked in bed pleasuring himself?

The other girls had all swam up to us by that point. Abigail, with her toothy grin, looked like a shark gliding towards us through the water. To keep up the facade that this was all unplanned, I told Lucas, “None of us will tell.” Looking at the others, I added, “Will we?”

They all nodded and repeated the promise. I realized then that we should’ve arranged for some shocked reactions to the sudden appearance of a naked boy, but it was too late. Luckily, Tad didn’t seem to notice our relative nonchalance to what would normally be a very unexpected development.

Abigail noted, “It’s not like you’re even the first naked boy we’ve seen today.”

Lucas looked at Tad. “You?” he asked. I could tell he was wondering at my description of Tad as being so bashful.

Tad glared at Abigail, then addressed Lucas, “I’ll tell you about it if you promise, like I did, to not spread it around school. We’ll keep each other’s secrets.” Lucas agreed.

Looking on, I considered that Tad might have made a new friend.

The day progressed smoothly from there. There was only one other incident that I managed to thwart. I noticed Abigail, evil grin prominently displayed, sneaking up behind Tad as he was tussling playfully with Lucas in the water. I instantly knew she was planning on pulling Tad’s swim suit down… and probably off. I managed to catch her eye and glare at her with a look that clearly said ‘NO’. She glared back, the grin slipping from her face. For a long moment there was a silent battle of wills between us, but she eventually conceded and backed away. The smile returned as though this little defeat didn’t matter. But her narrowed eyes said something entirely different.

I’d have to keep an eye on her.

I actually would’ve enjoyed seeing Tad suddenly denuded at Abigail’s hand. I would’ve delighted in his renewed embarrassment. Seeing shame spread across his cute little face aroused sensations within me that were mental, emotional, and very very physical. But he’d had his humiliation for the day… and it had involved not only public nakedness, but unwanted erections too. I had even been able to engage in some inappropriate touching… something I would revisit later in the evening in my bed.

So I figured Tad had provided me with ample satisfaction for the day. The rest of the day should be his to enjoy. It was nice to watch him having fun. That was something I saw less of over the past few years.

This thought brought me perilously close to remembering how Tad had been absent from more and more of our trips to my aunt’s house over that same span of time. A door in the back of my brain briefly cracked open, letting a chill wind blow through me. I quickly slammed it shut and reinforced the locks. Then I let myself drift aimlessly, mindlessly on the inflatable float over the deeper waters at the far end of the pool.