Doctor, Pleaaazzzzz!
By Sir Cum Sizemore


copyright 2005 by Sir Cum Sizemore, all rights reserved


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          This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.  It contains explicit  depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of  a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such  material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Unbeknownst to Me

"Mommmmmm!"

"Yes, Cindy, what's the matter?"

"We want to play hospital but no one wants to be the patient and everyone wants to be the doctor."

Entering the recreation room, Joan Miller found her daughter and three other little girls looking at her to judge the situation and come down with the usual wise ruling.  "Who's this little girl?  I don't think I've ever seen you before. You look a little older than eight years old like the others."

"I am, I'm Crystal, I'm in Jack's class at school."

"Oh so you're ten or eleven?"

"Yeah, I'm ten, but Cindy and I have known each other at school so she invited me over to play with them."

"Do you know Tanya and Anne, too?"

"Well, I met them at school out on the play ground.  Cindy introduced them to me."

"I guess it is hard to find other ten and eleven year old girls in the neighborhood.  I can only think of one and she lives several blocks away.  Anyway, welcome." Turning toward Cindy, Joan continued, "Now, why don't you get your brother to be the patient, and, because Crystal is the oldest and she's new to your play group, let her be the doctor.  The rest of you can be nurses."

"Jack won't be our patient.  He's upstairs building one of his models and he said he doesn't like to play with girls."

"I'll go and get him.  You just get your hospital prepared."


I Become a Reluctant Patient

My mother entered my bedroom without knocking as was the usual intrusion.  Nicely, but firmly she directed, "Jack, I want you to play with your sister and her friends for a little while this morning.  You will be their patient. Crystal from your class is here and she's going to be the doctor.  Won't that be fun?"

"Mom, I don't want to play with any old girls.  I want to watch cartoons and then I'm going to ride my bike to Eddie's."

"You won't be going anywhere unless you spend a little time with your sister and her friends.  If you can sit glued to the damned television all morning, you can help her entertain her guests for a couple of hours.  Now, get down there and play along with them.  I'll tell you what, I'll come get things started for you. If you don't go, you won't go outside at all today.  It's that simple."

"Mooommmmm.  That's unfair."

"Well, life isn't fair.  By the way, I want you to go put some shorts on.  Its 85 degrees out there and you'll be cooler and you might even get some color while you're outside. Besides, I like to see those cute boy legs of yours."

"I don't want to wear shorts.  I don't like them."

"I didn't ask, I'm telling you.  And make sure they're those new athletic ones I bought last week.  You know the one's with the elastic waist."

"I especially don't like those.  The come up to my butt, they have those wide legs that show my underwear whenever I sit.  Come on Mom, not those."

"Yes, those.  They also show most all of those beautiful legs of yours and they'll allow the sun to do its work tanning them."  For some reason my legs drew a lot of attention from females, usually adult females.  Whenever I sat down in shorts, women would put their hands on my legs whenever they were talking to me.  My mother never hid her desire to see them as often as she could.

"Come on, Mom, don't make me do this.  I'll play with Cindy and her friends, but don't make me wear those shorts, pleazzzzz."

"You'll do both.  Now, put the shorts on and then get down to the rec room and play with your sister and her friends. Then you can go to Eddie's."

I huffed as I walked to my dresser.  Pouting I must have been mumbling, "I'm almost eleven.  You'd think I could decide some things for myself."

My mother responded, "Young man, you will be eleven next month.  That means you are still my 'little' boy and you will mind or I'll take one of Dad's belts to your backside. Got it?  Now, close your mouth and do as you've been told, or the girls will witness a spanking and I'm sure it will be very embarrassing to you."

As I continued to fumble through the bottom drawer my mumbling became a whisper so as not to incite my already angering mother.  I knew she wouldn't hesitate to spank me as she had done so all through my life.   Usually, on the bare butt with a belt, and that wouldn't be a good thing to display in front of a group of little girls.  In the bottom drawer of my dresser were three pair of cotton gym shorts. Removing my jeans I pulled out a yellow pair of shorts and slid them on.  Grabbing a hem, I lifted, exposing my upper thigh and cotton briefs.  I remember thinking,  "God, these are awful.  I might as well be naked."

As I came down the stairs, my mother and the waiting gaggle of little girls smiled.  "Jack, will be your patient for a couple of hours.  Just so you know, he has other things he wants to do this afternoon so he will only play for a few hours."

Then my sister addressed me, her not so enthusiastic brother, "Okay, Jack, this is Dr. Crystal.  She's going to be your doctor and we are going to be the nurses.  You need to pretend something is wrong with you."

"Well, does being sick to my stomach qualify?  Cause I don't have to fake that.  Playing this makes me sick."

Crystal took the lead.  "So, your stomach is bothering you. How long have you felt this way?"

"About fifteen minutes," I answered sarcastically while glancing at Mom who was observing from the bottom step leading to the recreation room.

"I'll have to examine you before I can tell you what medicine to take.  Here, come with me," Crystal led me to the vinyl couch and helped me lay down.  After I was in the reclined position she began to awkwardly palpitate my stomach area.

"Dr. Crystal, if you are going to examine him, why don't you slip his shirt off so you can see his stomach better?" my mother "helpfully" directed.

"Mom, let her do it her way," I directed.

"You just don't want to take your shirt off because they will get to see your handsome chest.  Being shirtless is tough for you, but maybe this will help.  Nurses, one of you needs to help him get that shirt off.  Jack, play nice or I'll get the belt and you won't go out."

"Aw, come on Mom..."

"Girls, get his shirt off."

Cindy and Tanya started pulling on my shirt.  "Sit up and let them get it off."  Reluctantly and with a great expression of frustration, I sat up and raised my arms as the girls removed my shirt.  "Bring it over here.  I'll hold it," mom extended her hand and took my t-shirt.

Angrily, I returned to the reclined position and again Crystal began her examination.  She had an old stethoscope which was purchased at a garage sale at the bequest of my sister three months earlier.  

"Hey, you really can hear inside of him with this," Crystal smiled and shouted with excitement.

"I want to hear..." Anne reached for the stethoscope.

"I want to hear, too," Cindy shouted.

"Let me finish my examination, and I'll let you guys hear too," Crystal again went to work.

"You know if you're going to do a thorough examination, your patient should be undressed.  Why don't you take his shorts and underpants off, too?"  Mom suggested much to my chagrin. "His peepee might be feeling bad and that could be causing him to feel sick."

"Mom, I'm not going to let them do this.  I can't believe you said that to them.  Mom, I refuse to let them do that." I sat up and looked with fire in my eyes at my mother.  All three girls just stood with mouths agape and wide eyed staring at Mom.  They too were in disbelief at what was just offered to them.

I could tell my look and response had really pushed me into a corner by my mother's retaliatory response. Truth be told I was expecting a round with the belt, as my parents never allow that tone or disrespect without a corporal consequence.   "What are you staring at?  Have you ever been to the doctor's office for an examination where you didn't have to take off all of your clothes? Go ahead and undress him!"

"Really, Mom, we can make him be naked?"

"Sure, you're just children.  Let's make it feel real."

"No way! No way!  I'm not going to take my pants off in front of these girls.  No way!"

"I'm not asking you to take them off.  I want them to take them off.  You don't even have to touch them."

"Nope. That's not going to happen."

"I'll tell you what, if you don't I'll get the belt.  Then I'll make you take them off and I'll let the kids watch me whip the fire out of your backside, and after I do that, you'll have a reason to seek their help, your little bottom will be on fire and striped with welts.  Now, you lie down and let the girls pull your pants and underwear off or I'll do it, whip you and then turn you over to them."

I remember crying as a result of extreme embarrassment and frustration.  Not only would it be embarrassing to be naked in front of the little girls, but Crystal was in my class at school.  I knew she'd be anxious to share with all of the other kids what she had seen and what she had gotten to do. I resorted to pleading with my mom.  "Please, mom.  I'll play with them all day if you want.  Please, don't let them take my pants off.  Please." Tears were trickling down my cheeks.

"Well, let's ask the doctor what she thinks." She offered me a highly unlikely out.  "Doctor Crystal, would it be helpful for him to be naked for your examination?"

"I guess so," replied the wide eyed pre-teen.  "That would probably make it easier to check him out."

"Lie down, Jack."

"Mom, please..." Tears still flowed.

"Nurse Anne, why don't you take his shorts and underpants off for the doctor?" My mother directed as she walked over to supervise so I didn't hurt anyone.  Timidly the little eight year old walked to the couch side and approached me. "Just pull them off and give them to me." Grabbing the legs of my shorts, she pulled gently.  Even though I hunkered down pressing my butt against the surface of the cushion, my shorts gave enough to straighten out the wrinkles.  Then giving a slightly firmer tug they slid down exposing the blue striped elastic band of my briefs.  "Jack, lift your butt so she can get these off."  

"Please, Mom, don't let her."

Slapping my bare leg, she repeated herself, "I said, lift up so she can pull your shorts off."  

Slightly raising my legs the little girls firmly pulled as the shorts cleared my groin area and stopped when the elastic band was about mid thigh.  Plopping back down on the couch the little girl continued until the shorts tangled somewhat at my ankles.  Working my legs a little more assertively she freed the shorts and handed them to Mom. The 'doctor' and other two 'nurses' were staring in anticipation of my penis springing into view.

"Now, get his underpants off," Mom continued to direct the little nurse.  Grabbing the hem of the legs of my underpants, she pulled at them.  Again I forced my buttocks against the couch in an attempt to foil the movement of my underwear.  In her excitement Anne got a sudden burst of energy and yanked them hard.

My penis, which was erect, shot out, audibly slapped my skin as it bounced and stood pointing up toward my belly button. My four inch erection was topped with a well pronounced, cleanly circumcised glans.  As I glanced down through my tears I could see the opening of the urethra plainly pointed toward my gaze.

In her amazement, Anne had stopped pulling on my underwear, which was currently hugging my thighs on each side.  The girls were holding their hands in front of their mouths to try to hide the giggles of excitement at the sight and the anticipation of their impending playtime.

"Okay, Anne, pull them all the way off."  At the adult's insistence, the child finished the job, pulling the briefs down over my calves and working my feet freed them completely before handing them to the outstretched hands of my mother.

"Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, you keep your hands away from those boy parts young man.  You just keep those where the doctor and her nurses can see them and touch them if they need to. Okay, doctor, complete your examination."

Timidly, Crystal returned to her patient.   Though she continued to press on my stomach area, it was evident her gaze was at that erect penis and the drawn up little bag below it.  Using the stethoscope she listened to my stomach area while tilting her head to obviously watch my boy parts.

"Doctor, I think you need to feel his little boy parts too. I mean they may have some problems.  Here let me guide you for a minute, Doctor."  Reaching down she pinched my glans and rolled it between her thumb and forefinger.  She hadn't touched my penis since she had to put some kind of cream on a rash two years prior.  I don't think she'd even seen my penis in over a year.  But, it was apparent my mother was enjoying the ordeal. "This is called the glans.  It is the tip of his penis."   Stretching the entire appendage, she continued, "that's this whole part."  Then pinching the bottom of my scrotum she said, "This is called a scrotum. It's a bag with," stretching it downward exposing the outline of my testicles, "two little testicles in it.  See these bumps right here? Now, you can do a proper exam." Releasing me, she turned the examination over to the probing of the ten year old fingers of my classmate and her nursing staff.

After watching the girls pull and probe my boyhood, Mom interrupted, "As his mother, Doctor, could we have a medical consultation over here?  You nurses need to come too." Leaving me naked as the day I was born, lying on my back with my erect appendage still sticking straight up, the 'medical team' approached my mother.  

They all went over to the corner of the rec room.  I could hear them talking as if they were standing at my "bedside." She then asked the medical team, "Well, how long do you think he will need to be naked?  I mean would making him stay naked help him get better?"

Unconsciously, Tanya was nodding affirmatively.  Not understanding the question, MY OWN mother repeated, "Do you nurses and you doctor think we should make him stay naked for awhile so you can fix his penis and other parts?"

Taking the lead, Cindy said, "I think we should make him stay naked.  He's my brother and I don't ever remember seeing his thing before.  I like it."

"How about you, Doctor?"

Crystal took the lead, "Yeah, he needs to be naked so we can examine his boy parts some more."

"Well, is it a problem with his boy parts?" My mother was actually playing with these little kids.

"I think so," Crystal responded to the lead from the thirty two year old's inquiry.

"How long does he need to be naked, a few hours, a week, a month?"  My mom led the youngsters' decision making, wanting desperately to maintain my nudity for a considerable time.  

I remember thinking, "Holy shit, she can't be really offering this.  It can't be, she's just playing."

"I think he should be better in a week, when we can take another look at him, to see if he needs more time," Crystal offered her 'professional' opinion.

"I think it will take a month," Cindy added wanting my body exposed for the maximum amount of time.

My attitude went awry with my sister's remark and I remember thinking, "I'm gonna' kill her before this is over."

"Well, Doctor, we'll leave him naked for a week and then if we need to we can extend it longer.  Maybe a month or two. I just want him to be well."  My mother played the role of the concerned parent with over emphasized naivet�.

Mom walked to my side and said, "Jack, baby, the doctor and nurses think you need to be naked so they can examine you some more.  So, I'm going to take the clothes with me and you be a good boy, I'll be back in a few minutes to check on you."

"Doctor, if you need anything to work on him, just let me know.  I'll be back in a few minutes.  I think while I'm gone the nurses should learn to examine his boy parts, so you teach them."

My mother left with my clothes and Cindy grabbed at my package, balls and dick together.  "Wow, this bag feels tight.  Look at the little wrinkles in it. Oh, look under here, his butt hole."  

I wanted to make a run for it, but where would I go and what would happen when I returned?  I left myself vulnerable hoping this would end sometime soon.  What I didn't know was my mother was up emptying every clothing item from my closet and chest of drawers.  She picked up my dirty clothes and emptied the hamper of those which were awaiting wash. Dumping these into a large box she moved them to her closet and locked the door.  Then she returned to the recreation room where Tanya was learning more about boys and their parts.  She didn't have a brother and admittedly had only seen her dad naked once to her knowledge.  She was really intrigued.  

"Doctor, is there anything you need to complete examining him?" My concerned mother asked.

"Well, it would be good if I could get some x-rays," Crystal responded pseudo-professionally.

Quietly, mom left me to the 'medical team' and returned shortly with an instant camera she had retired since dad gave her the 35mm for her birthday. "Here is an x-ray.  Be careful with it.  It will print x-rays you take and you can keep them to show others, you know, for consultations from others at school or other places.  Be sure his boy parts are in most of the x-rays, because we want to make sure they're okay.  Besides, the others you consult with may want to see them too."  It was evident my mother was loving the humiliation she was steeping on me.  I must admit, I'd been getting a little mouthy.  My mother was also convinced I was much too modest for a boy.

"Mom, how long do I have to be playing this?" I asked through my sniffling nose and still red eyes.

"The Doctor will release you in an hour or so, but she wants you to stay naked for the next week. She thinks the problem is either with your skin or your boy parts so she wants them to be exposed to the air."

"Mom?  Quit making fun of me.  I don't really have to be naked for the week?  She's just a play doctor."

"We'll see what you need to do.  Just play along for the hour.  Oh, Doctor, you might want to run this up his butt hole to check out his insides."  She handed the girl a wooden spoon with what appeared to be a half inch diameter, ten inch handle.  "You'll need to put some of this on it before you insert it," she continued as she plopped down a jar of petroleum jelly.  "Have your nurses hold his legs up with his knees apart and just shove it in."

"Mom, I'm telling Dad what you let them do to me."  I tried to pull out the threat knowing full well whatever my mother deemed right, my father accepted.

"Go ahead.  I'll tell him what the Doctor here recommended and he'll agree, if that's best for you, that's what we should do," Mom responded.

Under the supervision of my mother, Tanya and Cindy grabbed my legs, pulled them up toward my head and then spread them giving an unobstructed view and access to my anus.  Anne was busy spreading petroleum jelly on the handle of the spoon. Handing the well lubricated probe to Crystal, the girl touched the rounded tip of the handle to the my hole.  Then giving a quick thrust, shoved the handle several inches into my bowels.  I remember screaming out in fright over the intrusion.

"He's okay, sometimes medical tests hurt a little bit. Don't worry about him.  Wiggle it around in there."  My mother instructed the little girl.  "You can push it in further than that.  Go ahead shove it way in there. Nurse Anne, get some x-rays of the spoon up his butt."

Compliantly, the little girl pushed it in another two or three inches and using the spoon end, wiggled it around.  As she did so the click and flash of the 'x-ray' machine kept coming one after another.

"I want to try that," Cindy piped in.

"You let the doctor do her examination first.  Now Crystal, if you would like, you can take the handle out and push your finger up in there."  Joan offered.

"Ooooooouuuuhhh, there's poop in there," Cindy replied.  All of the girls giggled at that.

"Well there's lots to feel in there besides poop.  You can always wash your hands if you get poop on them, but there are more parts inside of there to feel," Mom instructed.

"Really?" asked Crystal with a look of anticipation indicating she was game for that.

"Yes, go ahead, push your finger in there and feel. Nurse Cindy, you watch because you're next.  It will be your job to make sure his hole stays clean during the time he has to be naked.  So you will be washing him there inside and out every night and every time he goes to the bathroom."

"Mom, please you aren't really going to make me be naked for all that time.  We're just playing, right?" I complained while my anus was being explored by my classmate.

"We'll see, don't be so modest," She replied.

"Oh, Mrs. Miller, I feel a bump in there," Crystal yelled with excitement.

"That's called his prostate.  It will be an important part of his life when he gets about three or four years older. For now you can press on it and watch what his penis does. It'll move around for you and he'll feel good while you do that."

The girls holding my legs spread them wider to watch my penis dance to the exploration of their older friend.

"You girls do a thorough job of examining him.  Let me know if he gives you any trouble and we'll deal with it."

"Hey, Anne, get some x-rays of this while I have my finger in here," Crystal directed.  She couldn't help, but think how much pictures of my naked balls and dick with a clear view of her finger shoved up my ass would play when she looked for 'consultations' on the playground at school on Monday.

After my mother was out of sight, I began wrestling with the girls saying, "Get off me.  Get your finger out of me.  I hate you.  I'm leaving and getting dressed."

"Mom, Jack is being bad.  He won't let us do stuff to him! Mom!" my bratty sister yelled upstairs.

"I'll be down in a minute." Came the call from the kitchen.

Within a few minutes, Mom came back down the stairs.  She had a wooden dowel rod to which she had fastened a straight pin by pushing it through duct tape at the tip of the rod. In her other hand she had a bottle of alcohol and some cotton balls.  

"Let's practice giving shots," she announced.  "I believe he needs something to calm him down. Nurses roll him over."

"Please, Mom what are you going to do?  I'll do what they say.  Mom, what are you doing?"  I went into a panic.  My mother knew of my dire fear of injections and decided to capitalize on it.

"Cindy rub some alcohol on him right here on his butt."  I could feel the coolness of the alcohol being applied.  "Now, take this and stick it in right where you rubbed the alcohol."  There was a sudden sharp pain as my sister inserted the business end of the makeshift toy syringe.  

"Owwwwowwwwowwwww, take it out.  Owwwwwowwww, please take it out."  I screamed with the realization that my butt had been pierced by the full depth of the straight pin on the end of that dowel rod.

"Okay, who wants to give him the shot next?" Mom asked as she restrained her now panicking son.

"I will," Anne responded quietly with a bright grin at the thought of doing this.

Again the cold feeling of the evaporating alcohol, suddenly, there was a sharp pinch and I could feel the pin being fully inserted into the right buttock.  I again screamed with a mixture of panic and pain.  "Take it out, Mom, please take it out, I'll do whatever they want.  Please, Mom don't do this."  I begged.

"Okay, that leaves you, Tanya as the only one not trained. You're next."

"What about me, Mrs. Miller, I didn't get to give him a shot?" Crystal complained.

"You will do a special procedure after Tanya gets trained. I think you should take some 'x-rays' of Tanya doing her thing.  Don't you?" My mother continued.

While Tanya wiped the alcohol on my left buttock, Crystal began photographing the procedure.  As the pin made its initial contact the skin depressed slightly, the camera went off, and then the skin relinquished access to the sharp object.  Again, I screamed in pain.  But, I didn't beg for relief as it hadn't worked for the previous two.

As I rubbed my sore butt, my mother took my wrists and taped them together, behind my back with adhesive tape.

"Now let's turn him over."  Having done so, she noted my penis was flaccid.  "Now put your feet together so the soles of each are touching each other.  Go on, slide them up.  Get busy, do you want more shot practice?"  Not wanting any more of that I slid my feet up toward my anus until the soles were touching.  Mom immediately put a couple of rounds of tape around my feet to ensure they'd stay together.  "This is to restrain him for the procedure Crystal is going to perform."  Lying on my back with my groin completely and openly vulnerable, she instructed Anne to rub my penis and testicles.  Eagerly, the girl complied.

"Okay, now let Tanya pull on his wiener for awhile." Without further instruction the other child grabbed my slowly erecting penis and tugged on it hard enough to elicit a yell of "Oooowwww."

"Okay now let Cindy work on him for awhile."  They continued to trade off.  Though I was apprehensive of being tied I relinquished myself to the fondling hands of the girls as they played with my penis.  Strangely, I was actually finding it pleasant.  My penis hardened quickly.

"Okay, now Doctor Crystal, take the syringe.  Nurse Anne, get the 'x-ray' machine ready."  The two girls fell into line with the directives.

"Crystal, wipe the tip of his peepee, you know this mushroom part with the alcohol." Compliantly, the girl wiped it.  I remember I  began to panic already anticipating the next procedure.

"Now stick the pin right through the mushroom part, near the side, same direction as his peehole, until it sticks out the other end.  All the way through."  With a smile and full concentration she applied the sharp point to the side of my glans.  In fear I began to move trying desperately to avoid what was obviously coming.  "Girls help me hold him."  Each of the three other females held him in place.  Slowly, the pin entered my penis head.

Partly in pain but mostly fear, I screamed, "Pleeeezzzzz..."

The young girl continued to shove the pin through until the point emerged from the other side.  Anne was busy taking pictures of the procedure.  Stopping momentarily in awe, she let out a "Wow!"

I was trying my hardest to flop around as Crystal let go of the dowel and watched it bounce with my movement.  The pin was completely through the head of my penis.  Crystal reached to remove it.  "No, leave it there for awhile," Mom instructed.  After two or three minutes she said, "I'm going to let her take it out, but if you give them or me any trouble from now on, you'll have it stuck in your balls as well.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes, mom, just get it out.  Please take it out," I begged.

"Okay, Crystal, you can take it out.  But we'll just keep that and the alcohol over here in case he needs more shots or piercing."

As the young girl removed the 'syringe' my penis bled slightly.  This added to my complete fear my boy parts were permanently harmed.  Mom knew they weren't, but was quite certain she and the girls now had my attention and compliance.

"Jack you can go now," Mom released me from the girls' play group.  I bounded up the stairs to my room.  Within the minute I returned, penis flopping from side to side.  

"Mom, where are my clothes?  I can't find my clothes."

"Oh, the Doctor said you had to be naked for at least a week, so I put them away for you.  You know, for safe keeping." Mom answered.  "She also said you need to spend a lot of time outside naked so that peepee of yours heals well.  And, she said you needed to soak it in salt water for at least three hours for each of three days.  So we're going to take you to Jones Beach three times next week.  You know, to soak it."

"Do I have to be naked at the beach?"

"Of course, silly, the whole purpose is to help your little wiener heal, so it has to be exposed."

"Mom, please don't make me be naked.  I will wear shorts and play hospital with them, but don't make me be naked."

"Sorry, Doctor's orders."

"Mom nobody swims naked at Jones Beach."

With that Cindy entered the fray, "Uh, ha.  Don't you remember those two little boys who were naked last time we went?  Remember, the ones on the blanket next to ours?  They were naked all the time. I remember their little peepees were so cute and their mother kept rubbing sunscreen on their boy things." Turning toward mom she said, "and they were tan all over."

I remembered, but in clarification resounded, "They were only three or four years old, not eleven. And, everyone looked at them.  People pointed at them. That's just wrong."

"No it isn't.  How many times do I have to tell you, little boys shouldn't be so modest?" My mother chastised me.  "They were cute and everyone looked at them because their cute little butts and penises were so openly exposed.  They were completely comfortable being naked, and you will be too, eventually."

"Well, I'm not going.  And, I want my clothes back."

"Sounds like he needs to have some more shots to calm down, don't you think?" Mom sarcastically asked the girls.

"Okay, Mom, I'll stay naked, but I don't want to go anywhere."

"I'm not making deals.  Now, Dr. Crystal here wants you to get some sun on your buns and some on that sweet little boy toy.  Out you go."

"What?"

"I want you outside.  Now, get out there. And don't cover that penis of yours with your hand or anything else. Remember it needs air and sunshine and massage or we'll just have to give it shots.  It's up to you.  Now, girls take him for a walk around the block.  Oh, but before you go, here's some sunscreen to put on his butt and boy parts.  Take him out on the front lawn and put this on him."  Wiggling the makeshift syringe to impress me she meant business I reluctantly complied with the girls taking my hands and pushing me toward the door.

"Don't forget your 'x-ray' machine.  I'm sure some will need to be taken while he's outside."

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Though, I was made to spend a day or two nude, my mother never enforced the full week.  I was, however, at the beckon call of my sister and her friends whenever boredom over took them and they wanted a patient.  On at least two occasions following that, they were allowed to spend a day exploring my nude body in the name of science.


An After Thought

The above story has an element of truth, but it is also quite embellished.  Some of the treatments described would never be tolerated by my mother.  But, she did supervise a group of little girls as they were allowed to strip me and explore my boy parts in the interest of fostering medical careers or body awareness.  There was a time when I was eight or nine that I was required to remain nude for an extended period (a day or two) as a punishment for sex play. I think she felt it would take the thrill out of hiding to explore each other's bodies.  

I grew up in the fifties and sixties.  Throughout my boyhood, the modesty rules were quite a bit different than today.  As boys, we were expected to swim nude at the various school and public pools.  Though the genders were separated, it wasn't uncommon for mothers and sisters of all ages to attend our swim sessions or at the very least come into the locker rooms as we showered and changed.  The same wasn't true for girls though.

At scout camp all swimming in the lake was done in the buff. I remember having to take soap down to the lake with me as a part of the communal bathing program.  There was no room for much modesty for pre-pubescent boys.

My family was large and my mother though loving did enjoy looking at her "babies'" bodies.  She didn't hesitate to share the sights whenever she could.  I remember her making us remove our swimsuits in front of the entire extended family at reunions.  Of course, she never had our clothing readily available so we had to stand nude while she went to the car with the wet suits to retrieve our dry clothes.

There were a few times I had to stand nude in front of my siblings and on at least one occasion my younger sister and her friend, while my mother put Calamine lotion on my crotch which was covered with poison ivy rash.  

Often my father would take us to a pond down the street to catch tadpoles.  He'd strip us naked and let us wade out to scoop up the darn things.  I remember it's proximity to the road gave unbridled viewing of nude kids catching tadpoles. The boys were often made to swim nude in the backyard pool, but my sister always wore a suit, even though she was surrounded by naked boys.

I was taken to Jones Beach and made to spend the better part of the day nude.  Even though my younger brothers were also made to be nude, I was the only ten year old who was naked on that day.  I remember it did draw some attention, but as I think back about it, I think most people seemed to feel staring would reflect them as narrow minded.  There was a lady not far from our spot who slid her kid's suit off, too. I think she took our predicament as a green light for her to expose her little one's boy parts. He was only six or seven though and it didn't seem to bother him.  Actually, he looked as though he enjoyed it as he immediately ran into the surf splashing and jumping.  Then he came out and ran back and forth parallel to the shore for about a hundred yards.  He didn't draw as much attention as my ten year old body did though.

Now, we were never sexually abused, but we boys were exposed a lot. There weren't a lot of goody-goodies running around deciding the morality of all of the childhood nudity.  No children's services personnel running Gestapo runs on peoples' homes or families.  In short, I grew up in an era when truly the belief was, "Little boys shouldn't be so modest."

As I look back at it, there were some really embarrassing moments related to my exposure, but now I think about it, once the initial embarrassment passed, the arousal felt good.  I know it felt good to have other kids touching my penis and testicles.