The Comfy Kids Emporium

By Pixote

Pixote.fna@mail.com

Copyright 2025 by Pixote all rights reserved

[5,847 words]

“The Comfy Kids Emporium”

Asher’s Mom, Betty, was grinning when she asked her son, “Dimples. Will you please see who is at the door?”

“MOM! Will you please stop calling me Dimples?”

“But Dimples, you’re so cute when your face color turns to a lovely shade of pink.”

“MOM!”

“Okay! Ashy. Will you please see who is at the door?”

Asher shook his head, mumbling under his breath. His Mom knew he didn’t like being called Dimples, so she now calls him Ashy! He hates being called Ashy or Ash.

Asher’s girlfriend, Suzy, has told him she loves his dimples when he smiles. But even she doesn’t call him Dimples. Now, for the past month, his Mother has been using that nickname for him. When he asks her why, she smiles and giggles, but never gives an explanation.

Asher opened the door to find a package from Amazon that a UPS courier had left. He was struggling to pick it up when his Dad, Markus, joined him on the front steps.

“Do you need some help?”

“Yes, please. I think this weighs almost as much as I do.”

Markus didn’t say anything, not wanting to embarrass his son. At fourteen, Asher was only four feet ten inches and weighed maybe a hundred pounds, fully clothed and soaking wet. He was, unfortunately, the target of too many jokes at school.

As he was carrying the package, which he had to admit was surprisingly heavy, he noticed Asher’s face looked as if he had too much sun. “Asher, be sure to use sunscreen when you’re outdoors for an extended period. Your face is really red.”

“No, Dad. It’s Mom. She is always embarrassing me. It’s as if it is her mission in life. Did you ever find out why she started calling me Dimples?”

“I asked her, but she wouldn’t answer me. I’ve never seen her with such a mischievous grin.”

“Dad, I love her, but she’s as nutty as a fruitcake.”

“Asher, that’s not a nice thing to say.”

“Why? What did Asher say?” Asher’s Mom, Betty, entered the foyer, where the package was on the floor in front of her husband. “OH! My order from Amazon arrived!”

Markus teased her, “That package is heavy. Did Amazon have a sale on bricks?”

Opening the box, she showed Markus and Asher, “No. Silly. They had a sale on fruitcakes. By buying 50 sixteen-ounce fruitcakes, I received a 50% discount.”

Markus shook his head in disbelief. “None of us like fruitcakes!”

Betty, in turn, shook her head in disbelief. “No, silly, I bought these to give as Christmas presents!”

“But it’s August!”

“There’s plenty of room in the basement freezer!”

“But we don’t even buy gifts for more than a dozen friends and family members.”

Betty hesitated before coming up with a solution, “I know. We can start a new family tradition. We’ll give every neighbor on our street a fruitcake for Christmas.”

Both Asher and his Dad were trying their best not to laugh.

“Why are the two of you so amused? I received a 50% discount, saving $250 by buying in bulk!”

While his Mom was checking out the enclosed packing list, Asher whispered to his Dad. “Nutty.”

His Dad whispered back. “Fruitcake.”

“Markus, please take these down to the basement. Asher, make sure you’re wearing clean underwear and socks. We need to go shopping for your school clothes.”

“Can’t Dad take me to buy my clothes?”

“Absolutely out of the question.”

Asher was confused about her quick response.

“Why not? Dad and I had fun shopping for my clothes last year.”

“If you remember, I had to return three pairs of jeans because they had holes in them!”

“Mom, they were supposed to have holes in them. They were distressed jeans! I already told you. It’s what a lot of my friends wear.”

“Well, just because other mothers allow their kids to wear clothes with holes in them, doesn’t mean I’m going to allow you to look like you’re from a homeless shelter.”

Markus whispered to Asher, “I argued with her last night, trying to convince her to allow me to take you shopping. As you may recall, you found me sleeping on the sofa this morning. I can’t bail you out on this one.”

“Mom, can we at least wait until tomorrow? I promised Suzy and the guys I’d go swimming with them at the Water Park.”

“No. I have a coupon offering 20% off purchases of $200, 30% off purchases of $300, and so on, with the top discount being 50% off a $500 purchase. Today is the last day of the sale at the Comfy Kids Emporium.”

“NO! NO! NO! The Comfy Kids Emporium is for little kids. The best place for you to buy my clothes is at The Gap. That’s where the parents of all of my friends buy their clothes.”

“Asher, I was at the County Mall last week and checked out the Emporium. Their clothes are as stylish as those from The Gap. Your friends will never know where you went shopping.”

“Of course, they will. All they’ll need to do is look at the brand name tags. Besides, the Emporium specializes in clothes for kids much younger than me.”

“Honey, don’t get upset. I know that you get teased a lot because you’re smaller than your peers. But the Emporium has your sizes in stock. They have clothes for kids younger but yet bigger than you.”

“Mom, I want to go to the Gap.”

“Asher, we’re going to Comfy Kids.”

“But what if my friends see me going into Comfy Kids?”

“Wear a disguise. A hat, a mask, a hoodie, or whatever. But we’re going to the Emporium. If you continue to argue with me, you’ll be grounded from now until the start of the school year. Do you understand?”

Asher knew he had no choice but to agree. “Yes, Mom.”

“And make sure you’re wearing clean boxers and socks!”

Asher looked over at his Dad, who shrugged, mouthing the word, “Sorry.”

………….

The golden streaks of Asher’s sun-bleached hair that contrasted with his beautiful, deep bronze tan could be seen despite his attempt to hide them with his baseball cap.

His sunglasses hid his chestnut-brown eyes, framed by his thick eyelashes. Still, they did nothing to conceal the cute dimples that formed, or his new braces, which were visible whenever he smiled.

Concerned that if seen by his friends, they’d recognize the printed T-shirts he wore, Asher was wearing his shirt with it turned inside-out so that it resembled a plain shirt with no print.

But he knew if his friends were at the Mall, he was doomed. His Mom would be with him. How many of his friends have mothers with long neon green glow-in-the-dark hair?

And his friends were there!

Asher recognized his friends’ bikes, locked and chained to the rack at the mall entrance. He recognized the flower print of Suzy’s bike seat. His best bud, Oz, had side baskets he used for his paper route. Ricky had a Freestyle Pro BMX that everyone begged to ride. They were all inside the Mall, probably at the Snack Shack, a favorite hangout for his buds and Suzy.

Despite pleading with his Mom to use the Emporium’s exterior entrance, she insisted on using the entrance to Comfy Kids located inside the Mall directly across from the food court.

His Mom had a coupon good for a free can of Gravy Train Dog Food that she needed to redeem at the Pet Depot, just inside the Mall’s front entrance. It was a BOGO deal. Buy One Get One free. The clincher for his Mom was that she’d also receive a free dog treat by redeeming the coupon.

They have a hamster, not a dog!

Grabbing his Mom’s hand to hurry her along, they left Pet Depot and rushed to enter the Emporium before any of his friends would notice him. Glancing over to where his friends were sitting in the food court, he saw his girlfriend watching as he entered the store.

Did Suzy recognize him? She didn’t wave, turning around to continue talking to Oz and Ricky.

“Welcome to Comfy Kids. My name is John Silver. How may I help you today?”

Asher froze. How could things get any worse?

Mr. Silver was his Physical Education teacher last year. After a gym class, a month or so before the end of the school year, Mr. Silver had to rush to avoid being late for a summer job interview. As a result, he did something he had never done before. He showered with the students after his last class of the day, Asher’s class.

Asher, along with Oz and Ricky, joined by their classmates, decided to embarrass Mr. Silver by assigning him a new nickname, Long John Silver, because of his rather long, flaccid penis.

Mr. Silver would blush every time he heard the boys from the class sing a whimsical version of a song about Long John Silver, the pirate, knowing they were teasing him. Or did his face become red because he was angry? Or both?

Would Mr. Silver forgive and forget? Or would he take this opportunity to get even?

“Why, yes, I’m Mrs. Davies, but please call me Betty. This here is my son, Asher. I need to get him all dressed up for school.”

Searching through her oversized handbag, she was having difficulty locating the coupon. She pulled out the two cans of dog food and a rawhide bone, handing them to Mr. Silver, who snickered when Asher whispered to him that his Mom was a bit fruity.

Betty finally found her coupons. Showing them to the sales clerk, she asked for confirmation.

“I have this coupon for your amazing Comfy Kids Emporium Back to School Sale. I assume it’s still valid?”

“Well, Betty, you’re certainly an astute shopper. Yes, the sale doesn’t end until we close this evening.” After encouraging her to call him John, he decided to have some fun with Asher.

“Asher, why are you trying to shop incognito?” While removing Asher’s cap and sunglasses, he tells Betty, “I was Asher’s Physical Education teacher last year. He’s such a lovely boy. You should put his hat and glasses in your purse.”

“Thank You! John, Asher was embarrassed to shop here and didn’t want his friends to recognize him as he entered the Emporium.”

Mr. Silver grinned, realizing this might be his chance to get even with one of the students who had made his life miserable the last month of school.

“Now, Betty, what did you have in mind?”

“Asher needs everything. Shirts, pants, underwear, socks, and shoes.”

Mr. Silver had a plan. “Why don’t we start with his shoes and socks? Once we have his foundation set, we can pick out some clothes to accentuate his lovely body.”

Asher took one look at the way Mr. Silver was smiling at him and knew this wasn’t going to turn out well. “Mom, I’m really not feeling good. Maybe we should come back tomorrow.”

“Dimples, I know you’re trying to get out of…”

“STOP CALLING ME DIMPLES!”

“ASHER! That’s enough! You’ll do as you’re told, or I’ll ask John to help me by giving you a spanking right here in front of everyone in the store.” Turning to Mr. Silver, “You’d be willing to do that for me, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, Betty, but I have to warn you. When I spank little boys like Asher, I do it on the bare!”

“You mean on his bare bottom?”

Mr. Silver grinned as he looked at Asher. “Yes. I find it best to humiliate as well as spank a misbehaving child, so I’d have him strip naked before putting him over my lap.”

Betty liked the idea of seeing Asher blushing while naked over John’s lap.

“Then a bare bottom spanking it will be if you don’t stop wasting John’s time. The store is busy with kids shopping for school clothes. I’m sure they’d all gather around to see you crying while John blisters your cute little bottom.”

Asher stared at the floor, wishing he could find a way to avoid what was about to happen. He could make a run for it, but if he did, he had no doubt he’d be grounded for the remainder of his summer break. He could try to call their bluff, but he was sure they were not bluffing.

“Why don’t you take off your shoes and socks? I’ll put them on the shelf behind the counter where they will be safe, then help you find new ones for school.”

Asher made up his mind that he’d have to do everything he was told. His Mom enjoyed embarrassing him. Mr. Silver would cream his pants if he had a chance to spank him bare ass naked. He had no choice.

Asher quickly took off his shoes and socks, placing the socks inside his shoes, and handed them to Mr. Silver. After picking out some socks and a pair of sneakers, he sat in a chair while Mr. Silver put the socks on his feet, then the shoes. Of course, Mr. Silver enjoyed the opportunity to tickle Asher’s feet while assisting him, which amused his Mom, but only further embarrassed Asher.

“Okay, Asher, why don’t you take off your new shoes and socks? I’ll put them aside for you until we select the rest of your clothes.”

“Can I wear these while we shop? I can’t walk around barefoot.”

“Of course, you can. Besides, it will be easier to try on pants without wearing shoes.”

Asher felt as if he had just been punched in his gut. He had somehow forgotten he was going to have to try on pants. He looked around to see where the changing rooms were. That’s when reality set in. This place wasn’t like any clothing store he had ever visited.

There was an open room lined with changing booths designated for girls. But he didn’t see any for boys. Parents were having their sons try on clothes in public, right there on the display floor.

He saw a dozen boys in their Y-fronts. Two others were completely naked, their tiny one-inch penises and nut sacs hardly visible from a distance.

Asking Mr. Silver, “Why don’t the boys have changing booths like the girls?”

Mr. Silver delivered the first blow. “Little boys have no reason to be modest.”

Then his Mom added, “And I know you’re going to protest and tell me that you’re no longer a little boy. You’re fourteen. However, I’m guessing you haven’t entered puberty. So there’s no reason for you to be modest.”

Mr. Silver wasn’t completely honest. “Betty, you’re correct. I’ve seen him in the showers. He has no reason to be modest.” What he didn’t tell Betty was that the reason Asher didn’t need to be embarrassed to be seen naked was that he was a well-developed young teen; he was just short for his age, but well into puberty.

“BUT MOM!”

“John, when you spank a boy on his bare bottom, do you always use your hand or have you ever used a paddle?”

Mr. Silver looked at Asher when he answered. “I don’t have a paddle here at the store; however, I could always use one of Asher’s old sneakers as a paddle to punish him for disobeying you.”

Asher stared at Mr. Silver and knew immediately that Long John was enjoying this.

“Please take off your shirt so that you can try on some new ones for school.” Taking the shirt from a blushing Asher, Mr. Silver put it with his shoes behind the counter.

Usually, being seen shirtless was no big deal for Asher. This situation was different. Being shirtless and barefoot in the store was humiliating because he knew what it was leading to.

If Asher’s Mom had been observant, she would have noticed a few delicate short strands of hair in each of her son’s armpits when he removed his T-shirt. However, she was busy examining the selection of shirts, trying to determine the size Asher would need.

The remainder of his chest and firm tummy was smooth and hairless, decorated with tiny nipples and an innie. It was evident from his beautiful, tanned torso that he had spent countless hours playing outdoors shirtless.

The last shirt he tried on was a very long T-shirt. Long enough to cover most of his underwear if he had to strip. Asher tried to persuade his Mom and Mr. Silver to allow him to wear it while trying on pants.

“No. We won’t be able to see how well the pants fit with you wearing a shirt so long.”

“But, Mom, I can always lift it for you to check the waist.”

“Then, if you’re going to have to lift the shirt up high enough for us to check how well your jeans fit, it makes no sense to wear the shirt. Please take it off and hand it to John.”

Defeated and frustrated, he removed the shirt and handed it to Mr. Silver, who then placed it with the pile of clothes his Mom was planning to purchase.

Standing again shirtless and barefoot, he began to blush. His knees were weak. He began shifting his weight from one foot to the other, wishing he could somehow become invisible.

He noticed that practically all of the kids in the store, along with their parents and store employees, were looking at him, suspecting what was about to happen. In fact, there was one girl who he guessed was ten or eleven, standing within ten feet of him, wanting a better view. He wondered why her parents were allowing her to stand so close, openly watching him, but then realized her Mother was also enjoying his impending predicament.

Then lightning struck. Asher realized the girl who was so close to him looked familiar. It was Amy, his girlfriend’s sister, accompanied by her Mother.

Mr. Silver broke the silence. “Asher, please remove your pants and hand them to me.”

Asher felt as if his face was on fire. How could this be happening? He had two options.

The first was to allow everyone to see him in his underwear. Unfortunately, when he went to put on clean boxers as his Mom insisted, he discovered he had no clean ones to change into. He had to put on an old pair of tiny white Y-fronts that he had worn years ago. To make it worse, he was sporting a boner.

Now that was bad enough. However, the second option would be worse.

Mr. Silver would, without a doubt, enjoy stripping him naked and spanking him in front of everyone. Not only would that be even more embarrassing, but there was no way he was going to give Long John the satisfaction of spanking him in front of Suzy’s sister and Mother.

Asher took a deep breath, trying to clear his head as he felt faint. He unsnapped his jeans, pulled down the zipper, and slowly pushed them down to the floor to step out of them. When he handed them to Mr. Silver, he immediately covered his groin.

“Asher, why aren’t you wearing your boxers?”

“I forgot to take my clothes down to the utility room for you to do my laundry.”

“Well, then it’s your fault. If you were wearing your boxers, then everyone wouldn’t be able to see that you have an erection. Now move your hands!”

Asher was stunned. Why did his Mother point out to everyone that he had a boner? Wait! His Mother saw his boner. Noooooo!

When he remained standing with his hands cupping his genitals, Mr. Silver slipped behind him and gave him a hard spank on his bottom. It was hard enough to cause him to stumble forward towards Suzy’s sister, while moving both hands to protect and soothe his bottom.

By now, everyone in the store, including kids, parents, and employees, had gathered around to enjoy what would be the main event of the day. It wasn’t often that a boy who, despite being short for his age, was well into puberty and being forced to try on clothes at Comfy Kids.

Well, actually, truth be told, this was the first time this had happened.

They were excited to see Asher’s four-inch boner clearly visible even when covered by the somewhat translucent white briefs, forced to point straight up towards his tummy button because his briefs were so tight. The distinct acorn-shaped head of his circumcised penis was well detailed.

Asher had to pull up his briefs to avoid the head of his penis from showing above the waistband of the too-small briefs. Unfortunately, that caused him to look as if someone had given him a wedgie. It didn’t matter if you were standing in front of or behind Asher; you were entertained.

Asher decided that if he didn’t look around to see everyone staring at him, it’d be less embarrassing. He also figured the best way out of this situation was to try on the pants his Mother handed him as quickly as possible. The sooner he finished, the sooner he’d be allowed to get dressed.

That strategy didn’t allow him to see Amy sending text messages to Suzy using her cell phone.

Asher had to try on over a dozen different jeans. He was positive that Mr. Silver and his Mom deliberately chose jeans that were too small for him to prolong his misery.

The undersized jeans contributed to some embarrassing moments.

Several times when he went to pull them off, they were so tight that they’d pull down the front of his briefs, briefly exposing his cockhead, causing young kids to giggle and their parents to laugh. Once, when his Mom surprised him by pulling his jeans down while standing behind him, his briefs were accidentally pulled down around his knees before he could tug them back in place.

Finally, five new pairs of jeans were set aside, accompanied by an equal number of shirts, to provide Asher with five new outfits for the start of the new school year.

When Asher asked for his clothes so that he could get dressed, he was once again going to find out how far Long John was going to go to get his revenge.

Mr. Smith had an amused smile when he informed Asher, “You haven’t finished trying on your new school clothes.”

Betty was as surprised as Asher. “What have we forgotten?”

“You have two six-packs of boxer briefs. We need to make sure they fit correctly. You chose one package from the Calvin Klein collection and a second from Hanes. Asher needs to try on one from each package, as the sizes vary from one brand to another.”

Asher shook his head. “Clothing stores don’t allow you to try on underwear.”

Mr. Silver was ready for the objection. “Betty, Asher was one of my favorite students last year, and I just found out he’ll be in my classes again when school resumes. I’ll make an exception to the rule and allow Asher to try on the underwear.” Turning to Asher, he grinned when he added, “In fact, I insist that he tries them on.”

Betty was unsure until Mr. Silver, noticing her hesitation, added, “Besides, the special coupon you have doesn’t allow exchanges or refunds. Surely, you don’t want to risk going home and then finding out you purchased clothes that don’t fit. That would nullify the fantastic savings you’ve just earned by being a smart shopper.”

Betty was skeptical. “Are you sure about the no-return, no-refund policy?”

Mr. Silver showed her where, in fine print on the reverse side of the coupon she had given him, it clearly stated in section nine of the annotated terms that all sales would be final with no exceptions.

“Asher, honey, John is correct. You need to try on the briefs you selected to ensure they fit correctly. I know it’ll be embarrassing, but I believe everyone has already seen your penis.”

“MOM. NO! I won‘t do it, and there is nothing you can do to convince me to strip naked in front of everyone to try on those boxer briefs. Haven’t you allowed Mr. Silver to humiliate me enough?”

“Asher, will you do it for me?”

“SUZY!” Asher was shocked to see his girlfriend standing in front of him. “Why are you here? When did you get here? How much have you seen?”

“Asher, Amy sent me a text telling me you were here trying on clothes. I told Oz and Ricky to go to the Water Park without me, that I needed to help my sister pick out clothes at Comfy Kids. I arrived just as you were trying on the jeans. So, the answer is yes. I saw your cock.”

“SUZY!” Her Mother scolded her. “That’s not a word a young lady should say. You saw his penis, not his cock.”

“But Mom, you saw his cock when his briefs were pulled down his legs. Wasn’t it lovely?”

Suzy’s Mother did admit it was pretty impressive for a boy his age and, yes, indeed, very lovely.

Asher couldn’t believe what his girlfriend and her Mother were saying about him in front of everyone, including his own Mom. He looked around to see everyone, especially Amy, whom he had teased relentlessly when visiting Suzy at her home, taking pleasure in his misery.

“Suzy, why do you want me to embarrass myself in front of everyone?”

“Because I know how shy you‘ve always been. After you get dressed, I may never get to see your beautiful cock again.” Grinning, Suzy added, “Unless I offer you something in exchange.”

Suzy’s Mom was concerned and quickly asked, “What are you offering in exchange?”

Betty was amused and curious, Yes, what are you offering my son in exchange?”

Of course, Suzy didn’t answer.

Asher was confused, hopeful he knew what Suzy was implying, and desperate to find out if he was right. As humiliating as this was going to be, there was only one way to find out.

The only other person to see his boner was Oz when they jerked off together or exchanged blow jobs. Oh, and Ricky, but that was just once in his shower during a sleepover.

Then he noticed Brady, another part-time employee of the Emporium.

Brady was the star Quarterback of the High School that Asher attended. He was standing next to his coach, Mr. Silver, with one of Asher’s old sneakers, using it to pound the palm of his hand, to warn Asher of the consequences of disobeying his Mom and Mr. Silver.

In her most seductive voice, Suzy asked again, “Asher, sweetie, please try on the boxers.”

His cock was also incredibly hard. His boner felt as if it would explode if anyone were to so much as breathe on it, let alone touch it.

“Asher. Please! You’ll love the surprise I have for you if you do this for me.”

Asher was lightheaded and confused.

But he did it.

Asher slowly lowered his briefs, but kept one hand to cover as much as possible to delay being fully exposed. Suzy was excited, covering her face, but not trying to pretend she wasn’t staring at Asher’s hand that concealed his boner but left his ball sac exposed.

Keeping his cock covered with his hand, he picked up his briefs from the floor and turned his back to Suzy to hand them to his Mom.

“OH, MY GOD!” Suzy was excited. “You have the cutest dimples just above each side of your bottom! Now I know why your Mom teases you by calling you Dimples. She must have seen your bottom when you were naked.”

Asher instinctively reached back to try to feel the dimple above each of his butt cheeks. Of course, he could barely detect the dimples with his fingertips. Still, he did manage in the process to fully expose his boner to everyone watching.

His Mom confessed, “Sorry, baby, you left the bathroom door ajar one night when you went to take a shower. I happened to see you as you entered the shower stall. You have the cutest dimples above your bottom, every bit as cute as the ones you show whenever you smile.”

Asher stood once more facing Suzy, Amy, and their Mother, as well as everyone else in the Emporium, with his boner standing at attention.

His erection had just the slightest upward curve, hardly noticeable unless seen from the side. You could barely see his circumcision scar. His cockhead had a clear drop of precum leaking out of his cum hole.

His silky smooth scrotum was loose, allowing his developing testicles to hang an inch or two below the base of his penis. He was in the early stages of developing pubes. A small tuft of hair on each side of the shaft, but had yet to form the small mustache typical of a boy six or more months into puberty.

Whereas his entire body had a beautiful bronze tan from being outdoors most of the summer, you could easily see he wasn’t a nudist. The area covered by his shorts or swimsuit was white.

The one thing Suzy really loved was Asher’s V-line that was beginning to develop, extending from his groin to his hips.

Asher tried on the two pairs of boxer briefs. He was relieved when they fit him perfectly. He had expected Mr. Silver and his Mom to give him boxers that were too small, thereby extending his exposure.

However, he was once again surprised when Mr. Silver told his Mom his gym classes would be using the community swimming pool, for which Asher would need the school’s official white Speedos. Mr. Silver ensured Comfy Kids would maintain a selection of sizes.

Of course, Asher had to try on several Speedos before they found one that fit correctly.

Asher figured there wasn’t anything else Mr. Silver could do to further embarrass him.

He was wrong.

Because Mr. Silver was the physical education teacher for the local school, he convinced Comfy Kids to carry a full assortment of jock straps.

It was amazing how many he had to try on before they found the perfect one for Asher.

It was also amazing that his erection remained hard, on the verge of erupting, pointing upward at a forty-five-degree angle, during the entire time he was changing into jeans, boxer briefs, Speedos, and jock straps.

Everyone present at Comfy Kids Emporium when Asher’s Mom took him shopping for school clothes will never forget his lovely boner and his cute dimples (both sets).

………….

A short epilogue:

Markus couldn‘t believe what he was hearing.

“So you’re seriously telling me you stripped completely naked in front of everyone in the store because your girlfriend, Suzy, suggested you’d be rewarded if she could see you naked?”

“Yeah, but she lied. I thought she was suggesting I’d get to see her naked, or at least her breasts. When I called her after I got home, she admitted she had no intentions of allowing me to see or touch her tits. Then she said she’d send the pics that Amy took of my cock to all of her cell phone contacts if I didn’t allow her and her friends to see me naked and jerk off.”

Markus wasn’t happy to hear what his son was being forced to do. “Do you want me to talk to her parents and explain that Suzy is blackmailing you?”

“No. I told Suzy to fuck off and find herself another boyfriend.”

“I’m sorry to hear you broke up. I’m sure you’ll find another girlfriend.”

Asher confessed, “I’m not really worried. To be completely honest with you, I’ve always had more fun hanging out with Oz and Ricky than I ever had while going out with Suzy.” Grinning, Asher admitted, “Girls are too complicated, boys are more fun.”

Markus had always suspected Oz and Ricky were more than close friends.

“Do you think she’ll send the pics to her cell phone contact list?”

Asher nodded, “She’s already sent them. I just got copies sent to me by her, and text messages from Oz and Ricky asking me if the pics they received are really me or an AI creation.”

Markus grinned, “Can I see them?”

“Dad! Why would you want to see pics of me naked?”

“I think every Dad is curious how well their sons are developing after they’re too shy to be seen naked. It’s been what? Five or six years since I last saw your penis? The last time I saw you naked, your penis was smaller than my little finger.”

Asher blushed, but understood. He handed his Dad the cell phone, allowing him to view the images of him naked at Comfy Kids Emporium.

Markus was impressed. “Wow. Asher, you’re very well developed for your age.”

Although embarrassed, he was also happy about what his Dad said. “Thanks.”

“Asher, maybe Suzy did you a favor by sending these pics.”

“Why would you say that?”

“Well, after seeing the pictures of your penis, I doubt any of your classmates who take showers with you after gym class tease you about being little. Now, everyone else who sees these pics may stop teasing you just because you’re shorter than them.”

Asher laughed, “Maybe. I’ll let you know.”

Markus started to get up, but Asher told him to wait.

“One more thing you should see.”

Asher stood and turned his back on his Dad. He dropped his shorts and underwear, lifting up his shirt to show his Dad his bare bottom.

Markus was at first confused, but then he saw them, “DIMPLES! Your Mother must have somehow known that you had dimples above your butt cheeks. That’s why she teases you by calling you Dimples.”

Pulling his pants back up, he sat facing his Dad.

“Yeah. Mom told me at Comfy Kids that she saw me stepping into the shower stall and noticed the dimples.”

Markus grinned, “By the way, you wouldn’t believe what your Mom told me before I came up here to talk to you.”

“Why? What did she say?”

“She told me she overheard us talking before summer break. When you explained to me about nicknaming your gym teacher, Long John Silver, after seeing him naked in the shower room. But after she met Mr. Silver at the Emporium, she couldn’t understand why you’d use that nickname, explaining it was obvious to her that Mr. Silver didn’t wear an eye patch or have a wooden peg leg.”

………….

“What in the world is so funny?” Betty walked in to see her husband and son laughing. “I called up to both of you twice, telling you supper was ready. Now, hurry up before it gets cold.”

After she left, they grinned at each other.

Asher whispered to his Dad. “Nutty.”

Exchanging fist bumps as they went downstairs, his Dad whispered back. “Fruitcake.”