By briefsboy14
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* * * * *THE TWINS
By briefsboy14
briefsboy14@yahoo.com
A
brief note: I started this story back in 2022. Much happened soon after
I finished the last chapter and my writing met a rather abrupt end;
until I read a story on the site called ‘Julian’ written by
YourWetDream. The story seemed familiar; too familiar. It rang so many
bells. After a few days spent racking my brains I had an idea. I
managed to get back into the e-mail account I used when I first
submitted ‘The Twins’. I found what I was looking for. In a brief email
exchange from 2022, the author of ‘Julian’ had said he’d liked my story
and shared some details outlining some similar experiences to Mark’s.
He closed off his email saying one day he’d maybe write a story around
these musings; and the author did just that; 3 whole years later. Could
I do the same? Was it worth finishing ‘The Twins’? I decided to give it
a go and would see how I got on.
My thanks to YourWetDream,
I’m glad you wrote the story of ‘Julian’, it was the inspiration I
needed... and so here we are; the story of ‘The Twins’ continues from
where I left off 3 years ago…...
SUMMARY
A humiliating set of events is set in motion on a morning to forget for
one of the 14-year-old twins, Mark and Luke. The story takes place
around the early 1990’s and is set in the UK.
Chapter 7 – Monday morning
………
Later, Luke observed me getting into bed, making sure I kept my part of
the deal. “Sleep well little bro and don’t forget you’d better wet your
nappy before mum wakes you up. I hope you enjoyed being naked this
weekend, I enjoyed it, and I’m going to enjoy you spending a lot more
time naked in the future. You think this over? It’s only just fucking
started mate! You better hope you grow some fucking hairs tonight!”.
With that he turned off the light. It wasn’t only the room that got
dark. My future looked very fucking dark too.
“Wake
up boys! It’s already 9am, you can’t stay in bed all day, it’s time to
rise and shine!”. I opened my eyes and groaned. In general I disliked
mornings but on this particular one I was dreading going to school
today, I was consumed with fear; worried Luke would tell everyone about
the most God awful weekend I’d ever had in all my 14 years of life so
far. I also didn’t want to get out bed whilst our Mum was in the room.
“Do you want your boxer shorts or a pair of your new briefs today Luke?
If you’re sleeping nude you’ll have to put them on under your
bedcovers… we don’t want a repeat of the other morning do we?”. Luke,
unsurprisingly, asked for boxers and she proceeded to get a pair from
our underwear drawer and handed them to him. I don’t know why she even
bothered to ask him, he’d made it clear to her that boxers were what he
wanted, and they were what he was going to wear from now on, whereas I
was consigned to wearing bloody Y-fronts still, both mine and the few
pairs she’d bought him yesterday alongside his boxers. He'd told be he
wouldn’t be wearing ‘his’ Y-fronts, and kindly added them to my ever
growing supply. It was 1994, very few boys were wearing briefs/slips
these days, yet alone Y-fronts; boxer shorts were very much the
soup-of-the-day as far as underwear was concerned for boys our age and
younger. I don’t know why it mattered to us boys but it did, all
because it was decreed boxers were ‘in’ and briefs were ‘out’; boys
were ridiculed if they still had to wear briefs and they generally
blamed their mothers. It was even worse if you wore Y-fronts and worse
still if they were white Y-fronts with holes in them! Mum had said they
were airtex material or something and saw nothing wrong with me having
to wear these at 14 years old. Mum was oblivious when it came to boys’
underwear and boys’ fashion in general. Underwear had moved on
yesterday, but sadly only for Luke. Only serving to reinforce his view
that I was still a prepubescent boy, unlike him. “Err… mum? Did you say
it’s 9am… what about school?”.
“Well Luke, you won’t be going
to school today and, so it would appear, possibly not again before the
summer holiday starts. A sinkhole opened up at the school over the
weekend and it’s not safe; or at least they need to undertake some
structural checks on the buildings and whatnot before deciding if they
can reopen the school. They may arrange to send you to another local
school for the remaining 2 weeks of term but I think they’ll just
terminate the year early as all exams are done and nothing really
important happens at the end of term anyway. It’s a good job I work at
the school so I don’t need to take time off to look after you, I’m off
as well and I’ll still be paid which is a good thing too, having had to
kit you out with boxer shorts yesterday even though I’d already bought
you the underpants you always liked wearing”. He hadn’t liked wearing
them any more than I did. Mother was deluded.
“Awesome! I hope
we do get the rest of term off! That’s the best news I’ve ever had on a
Monday morning I think. It’s great isn’t it Mark?”. Much as I was
delighted by this news I had another problem which needed dealing with.
I had formulated a plan in my head overnight to pass off this problem
as nonchalantly as I possibly could.
“If you’re dressed now
Luke, let’s go and have breakfast - scrambled eggs on toast I think.
You’re very quiet Mark, are you okay? Come along and get up now; it
doesn’t matter if you’re not wearing anything. Come on, get up now, you
can just put your underpants on and we can all go and eat”. I was
dreading this moment. I was lying in bed in a very wet nappy. Mum
wasn’t leaving until we were both up and out of bed… time to put my
plan into action and style out the embarrassment as best I could.
I’d reasoned that at least with a nappy on Mum wouldn’t get to see my
little boy parts, I didn’t intend on letting her see them ever again
after the horrors I’d suffered over the weekend, they belonged on a boy
half my age, not one 14, going on 15, years old. With as much false
bravado I could muster I pulled the covers aside and stood up. There
was no way she would miss it… “Mark! Why did you wear a nappy to bed?”,
I couldn’t help but blush bright red even though I’d mentally rehearsed
this moment over and over in my head. “What? Oh! Err… umm… I must have
umm…been really…err… tired and fell asleep before I took it off… I’ll
just go to the bathroom and ….”. That was my plan; give her a perfectly
plausible excuse and then scurry off to get rid before she noticed I’d
wet it. See… I’d done what Luke had asked; I’d wet myself, and let mum
know I’d worn the nappy to bed; he never actually said she had to know
I’d ‘had an accident’.
“Good job he didn’t take it off Mum… it
looks like Mark’s wet himself like a little baby. Did you do wee wees
in your nappy while you were having sleep-sleeps?”, that’s my plan
fucked. Being honest, I’d half expected this, but I was still mortified
Luke was drawing attention to my rather wet nappy in front of our Mum.
“Let me have a look Mark, and you; young man! Don’t tease your brother
just because he’s had another one of his nighttime accidents. You we’re
very good making Josh feel better about his situation last night and
you will not make fun of anyone for something they cannot help… and I
must say Luke… you look absolutely ridiculous in those awful boxer
shorts. I know you think they are for older boys but if you don’t act
your age you’ll be back in your normal underpants - the ones you don’t
seem to want to wear anymore. You, Luke, might be too old for a
spanking but I’m no fool, I know how to take you down a peg or two even
though you’ve grown up. Is that clear?”.
“WHAT! You can’t do
that! I didn’t do anything!!! Umm… I was just surprised Mark had wet
himself… I mean he hasn’t worn nappies to bed for about a year… and you
know it’s just… err… well… I suppose it’s a bit of luck he decided to
wear one to bed coz otherwise you’d have an extra load of washing to
do, I really didn’t mean to make fun of Mark…it’s fine if he has to
wear nappies… still”. I hadn’t ‘decided’ to wear a nappy, he’d
‘decided’ for me.
“Well it didn’t sound to me like you were
being very nice… in fact… as a reminder of how we treat people in this
house… you won’t wear your boxers today, put these on…”, Luke visibly
balked as she handed him a pair of my new airtex Y-fronts, “… you’ve
had boxer shorts for one day and if you think that means you can act
all cocky all of a sudden you’ve got another thing coming. You will put
these on now Luke! No arguments; I’m not in the mood; I intend to enjoy
this unexpected day off. Mark, you can take your nappy off after
breakfast when you have your shower. Luke; I expect to see you at the
breakfast table in 60 seconds dressed as I have instructed you to be
dressed, if you are not you won’t have any boxer shorts to wear any
time soon”. Good! Mum’s on my side this morning! Unlike yesterday.
The three of us just stood there for a few seconds, the air thick with
unspoken tension. Luke standing in his boxers that he soon would have
take off, and me in a wet nappy I’d just been told to leave on, and
Mum? She was looking like she wished another sinkhole would open; right
here, right now. She’d only been in our room for a few minutes.
Mum was the first to leave and I smiled at Luke as I followed her, by
my not making a fuss over getting out of bed wearing a nappy he had
felt the need to try and humiliate me in front of Mum and it had
backfired on him. He’ll now be wearing the same terrible underpants as
me - and the best thing? It was completely self inflicted. I hadn’t had
to do anything really, well other than wet myself, and well… in all
fairness Luke… you did ask me to! I was just doing as I was told, like
all good little boys should. One-nil to me this morning! Time to eat
breakfast, go grab a shower, get dressed and then decide what to do for
the day.
No school meant no more worrying about what Luke
might tell people. Taking pleasure from his misfortune, I’d forgotten
he’d threatened me last night with more nudity in the future. I’d soon
come to regret lowering my guard.
I quickly scooted to the
kitchen table and sat down, thankful the nappy meant I wasn’t naked,
unlike the last few mornings. I was of course conscious of it, but I’d
been even more conscious of my nudity yesterday. Mum popped some bread
in the toaster and started cracking the eggs. Luke walked in looking
very sheepish. “At least you’ve done as I asked, behave properly and
you can wear your boxer shorts tomorrow, but if you don’t, you’ll be
wearing those. I don’t know why you are looking at me like that Luke?,
you’ve always worn them and Mark likes them, it’s hardly a punishment”.
Just then the phone rang, as Mum went to the hallway to answer it she
asked me nicely to get the eggs on and Luke was ‘told’ to make the tea,
“… and make a large pot please Luke, I think I need a few cups… what is
it these days with mornings in this house!?!”.
“Nice underpants Luke, they really suit you. D’you know what? I think I can get Mum to throw away your new…”.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP! At least I’m not cooking breakfast wearing a fucking
nappy. Remind me; are you 14 or still 4 fucking years old? The deal
hasn’t changed mate, do what I say or the whole school hears about you…
and don’t go thinking it will be fine if we don’t go back before the
end of term. I fucking know you won’t be getting any hair down there
for a fucking long time so you’re going to be spending the fucking
summer naked as often as possible and in front of as many people as
fucking possible. Mum won’t be a problem; as she’s been saying, if
you’ve got no hair, you can still go bare… you’ve heard her; she thinks
you’re just a little boy! She definitely won’t be a problem! There will
be plenty of embarrassing stories to tell our classmates by the time we
go back to school; so… err… if you know what's fucking good for you,
you’ll do what I fucking say. Does Baby understand? Are you old enough
to fucking understand?”, I processed what he’d said; slowly I nodded my
head, the seething in his voice, not to mention his excessive use of
the word ‘fucking’, left me quite certain he meant every ‘fucking’ word
he ‘fucking’ said. He’d pissed mum off and was back in briefs. I’d
pissed my nappy and it looks like I was back to wearing nothing. It’s
so not ‘fucking’ fair!
“I do hope you two aren’t arguing again!”
“No Mum!” we quickly answered… in unison of course. Twins!
A breakfast of scrambled eggs, cooked in proper butter, on hot toast
and mugs of tea managed to take the edge off the room. The phone call
had been from the school, it was indeed looking likely we wouldn’t be
going back to our school and it was impossible to arrange to send
pupils to the other local schools. A extra 2 weeks would be added to
the summer holiday. Mum suggested that we ask the twins, Josh and Jake,
over for the afternoon to give Mrs. Stevens a break from them as she
would supposedly get more done straightening out their new home without
the young boys around. We both readily agreed. I was pleased for any
distraction and hoped it would keep Luke from doing anything to
embarrass me, having Josh over would be like having a suit of armour to
protect me.
Though we’d only met them yesterday I was
already pleased we had, and I was kind of excited to be Josh’s big
brother. He was a bit shy unlike his more dominant brother, Jake, who
although only 7 years old, had ‘a bit of Luke about him’. I sensed Josh
needed his own suit of armour to protect him from his brother and most
importantly… I knew without any doubt that he needed a friend. I hoped
I was up to the task of being the ‘suit’ he needed. Deep down, like
Josh, I thought I also needed a friend.
“Maybe we could play a
few games on the console with them, have a kick about in the garden,
maybe they’ll want to play in the pool again, what do you think Mark?”,
I wasn’t too fussed what we would do so just agreed with Luke but added
that we should see what J&J fancied doing. Luke straightened up in
his seat and looked straight at me, I immediately sensed The Peacock
was back, ”Well I hope you’re fit and ready Mark, I reckon those two
are going to be so excited we’re not at school and they’ll get to hang
out again with us… so… I hope you haven’t got nappy rash from sitting
in your wet nappy, I bet you didn’t use any baby lotion or talcum
powder, you were always sensitive to getting a bit of a rash if you
didn’t…”.
“Oh dear! I didn’t think of that Mark, I’m sorry. I
should have made you take off your nappy when you got up, I completely
forgot you only put it on to make Josh feel better about having the
sleepover on Friday. Come along and take it off now, you can’t sit in a
wet nappy… stand up Mark so I can untape it”. Mum stood up, pulled me
up off my chair and had undone the first tape before I registered what
was about to happen; what Luke wanted to happen AGAIN!… she was going
to see my small hairless penis; SHE was going to see it AGAIN!
“MUM stop! I can take it off myself… MUM!… Ow! Ow!”, two sharp stinging
slaps landed on the back of my thighs. “Let me check you haven’t
started getting a rash Mark, I just want to make sure….”.
“MUMMY PLEASE! I can do it mself! I’M 14 MUMMY! I don’t want you to see
me!… SMACK! SMACK!… Ow! Ow!”. The last slap really did sting.
“Not that nonsense again Mark! I thought you were over that now! It’s
perfectly okay for Mummy to see your willy, you have nothing that a
little boy needs to hide from his Mummy. Clearly you learnt nothing
from the weekend! Right that’s it… SMACK! SMACK!… will you hold still
Mark!… Luke get me the wooden spoon, it’s in the cutlery drawer… your
little brother needs to learn to do as he’s told!”. Luke couldn’t move
quick enough to help. “NO! Mummy no! I’ll be good, honest I’ll be good,
please Mummy! Pleeeaaase!”. She stopped. “Last chance Mark. I just want
to make sure you haven’t got a rash. If I get anymore nonsense from
you, I will not hesitate to use the spoon. You will let me take off
your nappy and have a look, is that understood?”. When I woke up this
morning I hoped Mum would never ever see my penis again; that idea was
about to be crushed.
I wanted to go back to being
treated the same as my brother. My 14 year old brother; my brother who
was the same fucking age as me. Jesus! She didn’t want to see his
penis, Why does she want to see mine? I had no choice but to agree if I
wanted to avoid getting a spanking. I’d already had enough of those to
last me a lifetime.
I nodded in defeat, I gave her my
acceptance, but I only nodded the once. I didn’t want to appear
‘enthusiastic’. A small act of defiance to keep hold of a small amount
of dignity. Who was I kidding other than myself?
Mum proceeded
to untape the nappy whilst commenting that it looked like I had heavily
wet. Rub it in why don’t you, Mum? As the ‘garment’ was removed to
reveal my immature penis I felt a cool rush of air against my clammy
skin. “Move your legs apart a little bit and lift your willy up out of
way for me please… good boy… you see there’s nothing to be embarrassed
about… your little bits are very normal for a boy your age… hmmm…
nothing too bad but it does look a little red and irritated. Luke fetch
a face cloth please and there should be some cream or ointment in the
bathroom cabinet, could you bring them here so I can sort out your
brother, I don’t want him walking through the house until I’ve got him
cleaned up… Mark, stop being silly and take your hand away from your
face”.
I had my free hand, the one I wasn’t using to hold
my penis, covering my eyes. I didn’t want to see this happening; I
didn’t need to see this happening; in fact it didn’t need to be
happening at all. I’m 14-fucking-years old for Christ’s sake! Perfectly
capable of checking down there and doing what needs to be done. I could
have sorted any rash out in the bathroom in complete privacy, I don’t
need any help! No one needs to see that my babyishly smooth groin and
tiny penis look very at home in a nappy!
Luke was back
and Mum led me over to the kitchen sink. Thankfully I was allowed to
wash myself which was a lot less embarrassing than her doing it, but
apparently I wasn’t to be trusted to put the rash cream on myself, I
was told I wouldn’t do it properly and once again Mum made it clear
there were to be no arguments. At least the rash was just a few spots
at the top of my thighs so she wouldn’t be touching me ‘there’.
DING-DONG, DING-DONG!
“Could you get that for me Luke, I’m almost done, it’s probably the
Postman… just sign for anything if he asks… now Mark, you’ll have to
stay undressed… no Mark!… stop that now… listen to me… let me finish… I
was just going to say you need to stay undressed until the cream has
been absorbed and I think an hour or so of getting some fresh air
around your little boy bits will help clear things up quicker, so just
stay as you are until Josh and Jake come round later”.
“Mummy!”
“Don’t be a silly little sausage, it’s only me and Luke and we’ve seen
your little sausage already! Come on, don’t be silly, it’s just the
three of us, no one else is going to see your… oh… hello Mrs. Green is
everything okay?”.
WHAT!!! What the fuck!?! Oh no, oh no, oh
no, oh Jesus-fucking-Christ no!!! My hands flew to cover my not very
private parts even though thankfully I was facing the kitchen sink and
had my back to the kitchen doorway. Every hair on my body stood up on
end, albeit there weren’t many and none where I desired them the most.
How did Mrs. Green, our elderly neighbour from next door, get in here?
Ahh!… the fucking doorbell!
“Hello Mrs. Wilson, I hope I’m not
interrupting anything, Luke very kindly let me in and said to come
through, he’s such a nice boy. Is Mark okay?”. That fucker Luke! Of
course he fucking let her in. I knew he was back in the kitchen despite
my facing away from anyone who was in the room. Nothing to do with
Twins being telepathic; oh no!… Luke had to be here, because I knew he
would want to witness my humiliation.
“You’re not interrupting
anything Mrs. Green, take a seat while I finish sorting out Mark, I’m
afraid we’ve had to deal with a wet nappy this morning, we’re almost
done, put the kettle on please Luke and we’ll have a fresh pot”. I told
you I knew Luke was in the room. I wasn’t wrong about that but
everything was wrong with my current situation. Very, very wrong. I’m
not wearing anything, not even a fucking nappy! I hope Mrs. Green
doesn’t want a cup of tea.
“A cup of tea would be lovely
thank you”. Fuck! “Don’t let me disturb you though, please carry on
with what you need to do. I didn’t know the boys still wet at night… no
sugar for me thanks Luke, I’m trying to get my blood sugar levels down,
but I will have a biscuit if there are any going…”.
“I DON’T
wet the bed Mrs. Green, I’m 14! We might be twins but we’re not
completely identical… I haven’t done since I was… well err… since… I
was…”.
“No Mrs. Green, Luke’s been dry at night for as long as
I can remember, Mark still has the odd accident, of course I’m sure it
will clear up once he reaches puberty like his brother…”.
“MUM!”
“Now now! Don’t you worry Mark, your Mum is quite right, my grandson
Jeffrey only stopped wearing nappies the other year but still has the
odd accident, he uses pull-ups now as when he does wet it’s not very
much these days, like your Mum just said; most boys stop when they get
to puberty and I’m sure you’ll catch up with your brother soon. Now why
don’t you turn around and say hello properly, no one likes talking to
someone’s back… although you do look very cute from behind, quite an
adorable little bum!”. She sounds just like my mother! “Err… Mum? Can
you get me something to put on please?”. I’m not about to show
Mrs.Green just how much of a little boy I really am.
“Not
until later Mark, as I told you, the cream needs to be absorbed first
and bit of fresh air will help to clear up your rash, now turn around
and say hello properly to Mrs. Green… and take your hands away from
your willy, DO NOT! show me up… and before you start whinging, I am
quite sure Mrs. Green knows what little boys look like, so there is no
need to be shy”. Thanks Mum! Why don’t you take an advert out in the
local paper and let everyone know I haven’t started puberty. Maybe you
can include a picture too while you’re at it? LOOK AT MY SON, 14 YEARS
OLD AND STILL AS HAIRLESS AS WHEN HE WAS A BABY! Maybe run a
competition too... GUESS THE YEAR WHEN HE’LL GET HIS FIRST HAIR! WINNER
GETS A PRIZE! Clearly I am expected to show Mrs. Green just how
undeveloped I really am. Mum very obviously isn’t in the mood for any,
what she would call, ‘shenanigans’ from me. This morning I could count
on one hand how many people have seen me close-up naked since I became
a teenager - Mum, Luke, Mrs. Stevens and the twins J&J. I’m going
to need my other hand now; as Mrs. Green is about to become the sixth
person to see me in all my undeveloped glory.
“Come along now
Mark, turn around so I can have a good look at you, like your Mum said,
no need to be shy is there? My Jeffrey is staying with me and Mr. Green
for the summer and he hasn’t worn a stitch of clothing since I gave him
his bath after he arrived last night. He loves running around in his
birthday suit, without a care in the world, it’s very healthy for
little boys. Now, he wasn’t always like that Mrs. Wilson, let me tell
you... I noticed Jeffrey was getting very modest a few years back when
he would come to stay with us, well of course I wasn’t going to stand
for any nonsense. Poor boy wouldn’t even let me give him a bath, locked
his bedroom door, Mr. Green had to remove the lock in the end, Jeffrey
would even fly off the handle if I saw him in just his underpants yet
alone naked. I blame my daughter and her husband, inflicting such a
terrible sense of false modesty upon him, honestly! It’s often not the
boy’s fault, it’s how they are brought up. Well, I knew just what to
do, nothing that a strict regime of healthy enforced nudity couldn’t
sort out. I can assure you Mrs. Wilson that my Jeffrey won’t be having
any issues as he grows up now he understands it’s quite acceptable for
little boys to be seen naked. He has no silly inhibitions regarding his
nudity any more. In fact I can hardly get him to put clothes on these
days, he’s quite the little nudist!”.
“That’s very interesting
Mrs. Green… err… hello!… Luke!… the tea won’t pour itself… and get the
good biscuits; top shelf in the cupboard. The continental ones in the
tin… so how old is Jeffrey now Mrs. Green?”. Like many women my Mother
can order someone about whilst simultaneously carrying on a
conversation with someone else. She calls this multi-tasking.
“Jeffrey’s sixteen now…”, I heard Luke snort, “… I’m sure Mark looks
just like him and he most certainly doesn’t have any need to put any
clothes on just because I’m here. Don’t mind me, as I say, there is
nothing wrong with little ones being naked, I’m not at all bothered by
Mark’s nudity, I’d actually recommend he remains naked for the whole
day if he has a touch of nappy rash; a good airing is what it needs”.
“Luke! Don’t spill the tea everywhere! I’m so sorry Mrs. Green… here…
have this cup. Get a cloth Luke, whatever is the matter with you?”.
Luke could barely manage to conceal his astonishment as he made a vague
attempt at apologising for spilling the tea. I could hear the teapot
lid rattling as he finished pouring.
“I’ve just had an idea!
Maybe Jeffrey, would like to come round sometime if he’s staying with
you for the summer Mrs. Green? I’m sure he’d like a bit of company,
Mark and I would be more than happy to spend some time with him. He
doesn’t really sound like he’s much older than Mark and if he’s happier
being naked when he’s here it wouldn’t bother me, Mark stayed
completely nude all weekend so it’s nothing new to me or Mum”. Nothing
new? It’s certainly new to me!
“That’s very kind of you Luke,
you are such a sweet boy; Jeffrey would love that I’m sure. I’ll ask
him when I get back home and let you know”.
“Biscuits please
Luke… and put them on the nice plate, you know which one I mean, and
give it a quick wipe first. So Mrs. Green, as you were just saying,
it’s… erm… I hope you don’t mind me asking… I don’t mean to pry or seem
rude… but erm… you say your grandson, Jeffrey, is now 16 years old,
well is that not… you know… well… I suppose is that not a bit too old
to be… you know…how shall I put it… at his age shouldn’t he be dressed
in front of family and others?”.
“Not at all Mrs. Wilson!
Let me explain… but firstly… Mark, your mother has asked, as have I,
for you to come over here, it’s terribly rude to keep your back to
people, not to mention I’m sure you’d like to have one of these lovely
looking biscuits with your tea. I know you’re not a deliberately rude
little boy and I assure you I’ve seen many little boys like you naked
over the years I’ve been alive. You won’t look the slightest bit
different to any of the others I’ve seen. I want to explain some things
to your mother, it will be much easier for me if you come and join us”.
Silence.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, goes the kitchen clock.
The back door is just to my right, is it unlocked? If it isn’t I could maybe…
“Mark
get over here NOW!… OR ELSE!”. Mum’s going to nail me to a Cross like
Jesus was. I’m a condemned man… well a condemned ‘boy’. She obviously
believes every word of the claptrap Mrs. Green is spouting.
Slowly I turn around, my Mother’s tone of voice had been sufficient
that my hands dropped to my sides but not sufficient enough that I
could keep my eyes open to watch Mrs. Green’s reaction to my shameful
exposure. Eyes tightly shut, very tightly shut. Keep them shut; make
the monsters go away.
“Now that wasn’t so difficult was it!”, chirped Mrs. Green, the older monster.
“Come over here now, your tea will be getting cold”, that was Mother monster.
“Chop-chop Mark!”, that was the sarcastic younger monster.
I open my eyes; the monsters haven’t gone away. I walk towards them. Where’s a sinkhole when you need one?
“Just stand next to me for a minute before you sit down”, said the old
monster grabbing my arm in a vice like grip. “Now let me explain Mrs
Wilson…”. Why can’t I just be allowed to sit down you’ve all seen it
now!
Mrs. Green used me as a learning-aid for my Mother, who
was was apparently in need of urgent further education. I was a
real-life model for the lesson on puberty; “Mark is still at Tanner
Stage 1… you can see he has no sign of growing hair any time soon above
his willy, testicles yet to descend, his willy has not yet thickened,
length is minimal, the foreskin looks very tight and is probably
difficult to retract, very normal at his age, his willy sticks out on
top of his tight scrotum, still far too small to hang down as an older
boy’s penis would, lack of meaningful leg and arm hair….”, the list, it
seemed to me, was endless. When Mum said she supposed I didn’t look
much more developed than Josh or Jake, Mrs. Green enquired as to how
old they were. Mum explained who the boys were, how we met them at the
beach yesterday, making sure to share that both boys were nude, said
they were ‘lovely twins’ and finally answered the fucking question,
saying that they were 7 years old.
“So there you have it…
all boys develop at different ages. Some like Luke, enter puberty at an
early age, he’ll already have a much larger thicker penis and his
testicles will have descended and he’ll have a good amount of pubic
hair growth. Others, like Mark and like my Jeffery, will start much
much later. All so very common! What matters is not how old they are
but when they are ready to start puberty, usually by 12 or 13 it starts
for most boys because by then they are ready, but Mark at 14, or
Jeffrey at 16, they haven’t started - simply because they aren’t ready
to become big boys. Our job is to ensure that they can carry on
enjoying being little boys. There is far too much pressure on boys to
grow up to soon these days, it’s much better for them to remain able to
enjoy their childhood. So if it was okay for the twins you met
yesterday at the beach to be nude, why should it be any different for
Mark? If they are only 7 years old, I’m sure he looks just the same as
them. Don’t force him to grow up too quickly, it won’t do him any good;
let him be the little boy he still clearly is. When I bring Jeffrey
round you will see and understand that it doesn’t matter if a boy is
older and younger boys are already in puberty, he can still enjoy his
nudity. It reinforces he’s not ready to deal with things that more
mature boys have to deal with. Adults can and should decide what is
best for boys like Jeffrey and Mark and those boys should accept the
decisions we make for them without any fuss or complaint. What I’d
recommend is a prolonged period of enforced nudity for Mark, like I
have done with Jeffrey. There should be no exceptions, he should be
nude whenever possible regardless of who else is around. Obviously if
he is still wetting at night he should be kept in nappies for practical
reasons but otherwise compulsory total nudity would be the best course
of action. If he and Jeffrey spent some time together he’ll understand
better and will stop unnecessarily worrying about trying to be all
grown up like his brother”. She at last finished speaking to take a
well earned sip of tea, it had been quite the speech; almost Oscar
worthy. I thought Mum was going to give her a standing ovation.
“So if Jeffrey is still nude at his age, would I be correct to assume
he still doesn’t have any pubic hair? I must tell you Mrs. Green, it
was rather embarrassing for all of us the other day when I accidentally
saw Luke without anything on, it was quite a shock to see him with...
you know… hair… down ‘there’… and his penis is, obviously, very
different to Mark’s. I really must say I don’t think its appropriate
for boys to be nude once they’ve started to… how shall I put it…
‘mature’”.
“You are quite right Mrs. Wilson, it would be
wholly inappropriate for Luke to be naked, particularly in front of you
as his mother. A boy like Luke needs privacy growing up. Jeffrey on the
otherhand is a late bloomer, not unusual at 16, and he is still
completely hairless… err… well… look if I’m being honest, when I gave
him his bath last night I did notice 2 or 3 tiny wispy hairs above his
little willy, they looked quite ridiculous and certainly not enough to
stop him enjoying another summer being a little boy. I wasn’t going to
deny my grandson that, so a little bit of my special hair cream took
care of those and Jeffrey was ever so pleased. By next summer I suspect
Jeffrey will be entering Tanner Stage 2 and if he’s still not ready to
be a big boy I’m sure a bit more of my special cream will keep him
happy! I know what is best for my Jeffrey!”.
“Mum… this sounds
just like what Mark needs to help him with his modesty problem. I’m not
sure if the weekend really worked. Given the fuss he made about you
seeing him naked this morning when you only wanted to help him, I think
he should spend more time nude like Mrs. Green says. As I told you
before; the other kids at school have started to notice how shy Mark is
when changing and showering for PE, it really isn't good if he stands
out as the the only one afraid to be seen naked in front of his
classmates. They’ll think he has something to hide and he’ll get only
get teased or even bullied”.
That is a fucking lie Luke! None
of the boys in our class like changing or showering for PE, no more
than you or I do, everyone either wears their kit under their uniform
or gets changed under a towel wrapped round their waist… and I
certainly don’t stand out! Sadly for me, I really don’t stand out; not
where it counts.
“Thank you Luke, I’m very glad you’ve told me
that; and thank you too Mrs. Green, it has been most enligtening
hearing about how you’ve helped your grandson Jeffrey. Now listen to me
Mark, you’ve heard Mrs. Green tell you that you are a very normal 14
year old boy. You look the same as any other boy who hasn’t entered
puberty… all very, very normal… nothing for you to worry about at your
age. Josh and Jake weren't worried about being seen naked by anyone at
the beach yesterday. Were they? Jeffrey doesn’t sound worried does he?
So why are you so worried? To be honest I agree with Luke; I think you
need more help with this excessive…”.
“PLEASE MUMMY! NO!…
Mummy!… I’m fine, honestly I don’t have any err… honest… I don’t want
to be like Jeffrey… Luke’s lying! Please! MUMMY!”
“…don’t
interrupt me Mark. It’s very naughty for little boys to interrupt an
adult when being spoken to. You will remain naked for the rest of
today. I’ll see how you are getting on with it tonight when I get you
ready for bed, we don’t want wet sheets do we? I’ll decide if we need
to extend your naked time beyond today . I’m very pleased Luke has told
me what has been happening at school. You should be very proud of your
brother looking out for you… another cup of tea Mrs. Green?”.
“Just a quick one thank you, I must get back to Jeffrey soon. I’m glad
I could share my solution to your problem with Mark. Anyhow… what about
you Luke, how are you? You’re looking very grown up these days and I
must say your underpants are very grown up too. Are they new?”
Luke went crimson and had to put his cup down on the table before he dropped it.
“I got the boys new ones last week in Woolies, they were on sale so I
got plenty, both for this year and next, I won’t bore you with why he’s
wearing Mark’s underpants today but can you believe that Luke wants to
wear those boxer short things… I’ve no idea why! Even older boys can be
silly sometimes! At least Mark still wants to wear proper underpants”.
“Jeffrey’s the same, his mum’s bought him boxer shorts too, awful
things. If Woolies have got a sale on I might go and get Jeffrey some
like Mark’s, they’re about the same size waist so I’m sure I wouldn’t
be wasting my time popping in to have a look. Did they have any vests
in the same style? I don’t know why but it’s so hard to find airtex
underwear for boys these days; anyone would think it’s going out of
fashion”. It wasn’t ‘going’ out of fashion; it was out of fashion.
“Errr………Mum? Can… can I… erm… can I go and play on the console in my room?”
“Yes of course Luke, you can both go now. I’ll phone Mrs. Stevens after
I’ve finished my tea and arrange for Jake and Josh to pop round later,
I’m sure they’ll be delighted to spend the afternoon with you both. You
and Mark can get to know them a bit better first and then we’ll get
Jeffrey round on another day so that he doesn’t feel left out. Off you
both go... just do me a favour Luke, can you check and let me know how
many nappies Mark has left… and Mark?… no getting dressed, I mean it!
The sooner we deal with your excess modesty, the sooner we’ll be one
happy family again. I really don’t know what has got into you these
last few days! Off you both go now, chop chop!”.
Like Jesus,
at the Seventh Station of the Cross, I had fallen for the second time.
All this nudity crap was supposed to have ended yesterday and now I
would not only be spending another day naked but it sounded like Mum’s
thinking she might carry on keeping me naked for even longer! Entering
the bedroom, lost in thoughts of how I could get out of this situation,
I was brought back to the present by Luke, my very own Pontius Pilate,
he who had ordered my crucifixion only 48 hours ago and had enlisted
Mum to help carry it out. “Thank God I let old Mrs. Green in! She’s
fucking mental! I wonder who will be seeing you naked next? Probably
Jeffrey by the sound of it! He sounds like a total fucking baby! Can
you believe he’s sixteen, sounds more like he’s only six! Right… shall
we play Sonic or Street Fighter?”.
He pulled off my
underpants, the ones I’m not wearing! Mrs. Green was right about his
penis and hair; it looked big and very hairy to me at least.
I
lay down on my bed, on my front of course so Luke couldn’t ‘see’ me,
and shut my eyes, but not before having a quick look down at the source
of my greatest shame and the apparent reason why it’s fine for me to be
naked. The morning and the visit from Mrs. Green had dragged on for so
long I thought I might have grown a full bush of hair by now. Alas, I
still had an unobstructed view of my small penis; not a single hair had
grown. I looked up at Luke and told him he could play on his own, he
was putting boxer shorts on, he was going to disobey Mum; I thought it
would be best if didn’t. Fearful of what further unfair punishment I
might incur. I felt exhausted.
After an hour or so Luke left
the room and went off to do something else. Left alone for the first
time this morning I decided I would spend as much time as I could
simply lying face down on my bed. I didn’t care if Luke or Mum could
see my arse… Mrs. Green had even said it was adorable. I could of got
under the duvet and I can’t really explain why I didn’t, I’m not
thinking straight.
I’d dozed off and was woken by the sound of
the bedroom door opening. “Mark, time to get ready as Josh and Jake
will be here soon. Go and have a quick shower, I want you looking
presentable when Mrs. Stevens arrives with them. When I popped round to
theirs earlier to invite them over Josh said he was looking forward to
seeing you again and little Jake couldn’t stop saying how much he
want’s to see Luke. I’ve told your brother, and I’m now telling you, I
want both Josh and Jake to have a wonderful afternoon. I know you don’t
believe me; but neither Josh nor Jake will be worried about your
nudity, as long as you don’t make a big deal of it no one will think
it’s strange. You look just like they do, so there’s nothing to be
embarrassed about, and they didn’t have any problem with you all
playing together in your cute birthday suits yesterday… did they? So,
no being Mr. Moody Pants from you please, be a good boy for Mummy and
set a good example for them. Now, go and get showered quickly, you’ll
feel much better after a freshen up”. With her pep talk done, she left
the room.
She was right that J&J had seen me naked
yesterday, but she was wrong when she said we had all played together
in our birthday suits. Luke hadn’t; and nor had Jake, once he’d found a
pair of swimming trunks to wear. Did it really matter to them, at their
age, if I was naked? They were only 7 years old. Do they understand
concepts like shame and humiliation? Would they understand how an older
boy, twice their age, would feel not being allowed to be dressed? I
wasn’t sure when Luke and I were their age, if we knew about shame and
humiliation and indeed if nudity was even right or wrong. I don’t
remember the age at which I became aware of nudity and that I shouldn’t
be naked in front of my Mum any more. Or naked in front of others in
general for that matter! Or was Mrs. Green right? Is it okay to be nude
if you didn’t have hair regardless of how old you are? Hearing about
Jeffrey had intrigued me. How could a 16 year old boy actually want to
be naked? Mrs. Green even said he enjoyed being naked! I couldn’t
imagine that could be true. From my own internet research I know it’s
rare, but it is possible, for boys to start puberty as late as 16, but
by my age most boys are usually at the very least well into Tanner
Stage 2 of development. I was mortified that I had a small penis and no
hair, how would I feel if I was Jeffrey’s age and nothing had changed
for me?
As I was taking my shower another thing occurred to
me. Mrs. Green mentioned that she had given Jeffrey a bath when he had
arrived at her house yesterday. Did I hear that correctly? Or maybe she
had said that she had run him a bath… that sounded more like it. I mean
surely a boy of 16 wouldn’t want his grandmother or anyone else giving
him a bath? And did she also say she had got rid of his pubic hair… and
that he was pleased she had? Why would Jeffrey want to remain a
hairless boy and spend the summer naked whilst staying with his
Grandparents? Nothing made any sense; unless he was some sort of secret
nudist. I should have listened more carefully but it’s difficult to do
that standing in a kitchen completely naked surrounded by monsters
wearing normal clothes whilst sipping tea and eating nice biscuits.
Continental ones too; the ones that come in a fancy tin. Only the best
when Mum has guests… even impromptu ones like Mrs. Green.
Come
to think of it… why had Mrs. Green popped round this morning? The old
monster never came round much. I was without any doubt embarrassed at
her seeing me naked but she made it very clear she thought it was all
fine and dandy; just a very average scene in a very average house, in a
very average kitchen on a very average Monday morning. The only thing
that wasn’t average was my penis. Not many 14 year old boys would admit
to wanting an average sized penis, but I would take one in heartbeat if
you offered me one right now.
Mrs. Green recommended a
prolonged period of nudity was what was required to help me. I know
what prolonged means - something continuing for longer than usual. No,
the definition of prolonged was not the problem here; it’s the
definition of ‘usual’ that had me worried. My ‘usual’ period of nudity,
excluding sleeping at night, was basically getting dressed, undressed
or showered. Let’s say on average no more than 2 hours in any average
week. So what does ‘prolonged’ mean in the context of my ‘usual’? I
know Mum said I would be naked for the remainder of today… but is that
prolonged enough? Or maybe too prolonged? Or, perish the thought, not
prolonged enough?
BANG-BANG-BANG!
“Stop fucking
daydreaming in there! Mum said to tell her little boy to hurry up and
get ready, Jake and Josh will be here in 5 minutes. So get your arse
into gear… well you’d better not actually…..I forgot Mum said you’re
not allowed to wear any clothes, your arse wont be getting into any
gear any time soon! HaHa! Do you get it?… Hurry up / arse into gear /
put your clothes on… I am soooooo funny! Wait ‘til I tell that one to
Jake, he loves a joke does Jakey-Boy!”.
It’s only just gone
1pm. It wouldn’t take me long to get ready. I wouldn’t need the whole 5
minutes to towel off and get dry; once done, I’d be ‘ready’. Ready for
another unexpected and unwanted afternoon of nudity in front of the
younger twins and their mother, people I’d met for the first time just
24 hours ago… and I knew that I had to do anything Luke asked if my
life was going to be worth living once we got back to school… whenever
that might be. I’d fallen into my own personal sinkhole and felt unable
to climb back out.