Private Party

By NAMB

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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Private Part With Boys’ Private Parts

I remember the first time I saw a penis. I was probably about 6 years old at the time. I was with my cousin Sarah who is a year older than me.

We were playing in my aunt’s backyard when our other cousin, Josh announced that he had to make pee. Josh is a year older than me and Sarah convinced him to do it right there in the yard.

I remember thinking, “Oh, that’s so cool. I wish I could do that.” It was kind of fun to watch both how he peed and what he was using to pee.

Talking with my cousin later on, I told her, “I didn’t think boys could do that.”

“Oh, that’s noting. That’s not the only thing boys can do with their penises.” I had never heard the word, “penis” before but I got the idea from the context. It made me proud, later on with my friends in school to be able to use that word instead of pee-pee or thing or some other euphemism. As I got older, I didn’t hesitate to use the more vulgar terms for the organ.

“What else can they do?”

“They can make it big.”

“How big?”

“Well, that depends on the boy. For a little boy like Josh, maybe about this big,” she said holding two fingers maybe 3 inches apart.

“That’s not very big,” I said.

“Well, that’s because he’s only a little boy. He’s starting out small. His penis is no bigger than his pinkie.

But as boys grow up, their penises get bigger. I don’t mean just like any other body part; I mean like it doubles in size when they get to be about 12 years old.”

“How do you know?”

“I’ve seen it.”

“What?”

“It’s my friend Becky. She has an older sister, Ginny, who’s like 16 or something. She has these pictures on her computer and she showed them to us. She says she has a friend who sent them to her.

They show a picture of a boy – a real live boy and he looks like he’s about 16 and he’s in what looks like a girl’s bedroom. The room is all pink and stuff and there are American Girl dolls on the shelf.”

I remember being envious. Mom said she’d get me an American Girl doll for my next birthday.

My cousin went on, “Actually, it’s a series of pictures. In the first one, he’s dressed and then as the pictures progress he takes off his clothes until he’s completely naked.

Whoever was taking the pictures got a couple more shots of him, getting closer until his penis filled the whole picture.

Then it showed him with his hand wrapped around it and he pulled on it. The next couple of pictures after that it was sticking out all by itself and it almost doubled in size. I’m guessing it was about this big,” she said holding her hands apart about 6 inches.

“Then there were more pictures with it sticking out of his fist and then some with some white stuff coming out of it. It was soo cool.”

“I’d like to get to see something like that,” I admitted.

“So would I,” she lamented.

-=o=-

When I turned 10 she pulled me aside at my birthday party. “Cheryl, remember that time when I showed you those pictures of that boy?”

“How can I forget?”

“Would you like to see a real live boy do that?”

“How?”

“I can arrange that. I have a boy of my own.”

“What do you mean?”

“I know a boy, his name is Greg and he’s 11 years old. I can get him to do this for me. He’s not as big as the boy in Ginny’s pictures and he doesn’t squirt, but he can make it big and hard.”

“And he does this for you? Why? I’d think boys would want to keep their ...” and here I fumbled for the word, “... penis private.”

“It’s easy to get little boys to show you their penises. Most of the time all you have to do is ask. In Greg’s case, I caught him doing it and he didn’t want me to tell anyone, so I made him do it for me.

I keep telling him that I am going to tell on him if he doesn’t do it and at first, he didn’t want to do it. Now he actually asks me if I want to watch.

He says it makes him feel good. He plays with it for a while after it gets hard and then he gets what I call ‘the wigglies.’ His body gets all tense and he starts shaking and he breathes kind of funny and he gets the funniest look on his face.

He’s even asked me to touch him and wants me to do it and give him the wigglies.”

“Oh wow, can we really see him do it?”

Sarah made the arrangements and I really enjoyed watching the show. Unfortunately, it was a one-off as the boy moved away shortly thereafter.

I made up my mind. I had to get a boy like Sarah had, but that did not come about until I was 12.

-=o=-

Knowing that boys “do it,” I kept a watch out for evidence. But it was a simple matter of regular curiosity that made it happen.

It was a nice spring day at the school and Ms. Ashton, our last period teacher, had a medical appointment and dismissed our class about 10 minutes early before the rest of the school. Otherwise I might not have noticed the three boys: Carl, Gary and Cody.

Normally, the grounds around the school were a scurry of activity at dismissal time with students, teachers and parents moving in a flurry of activity with paths crossing everyway. We learned about this in science: Brownian Motion – random movements that can’t be predicted.

Three figures could easily be obscured by the kaleidoscope of activity.

But not so on this day. There were only a couple dozen students going their own ways, so three people clumped together actually stood out and attracted my attention.

The boys made their way towards the back of the property where the maintenance shed was. My curiosity kicked in and I wondered what they were up to. They looked around to make sure they weren’t being followed, so I kept my distance. I stood in the doorway and hoped to blend in with the main school building.

The distance kept me from seeing the details of what they were doing, but it was obvious that they were fitting a key to the door and then opened it and entered.

Once I was sure they were inside, I left my observation post and sprinted across the field.

I wanted to peek in the window to see what they were up to, but instead I circumnavigated the building. I never really paid attention to the building before and I was surprised to see that there were windows on both sides.

I decided that the window in the back up against the fence was the one to look in. It was on the shady side of the building, so I was less likely to be noticed than if I looked in from the side with the sun on my back.

It was a good thing too! As I slowly lifted my head, I could see Carl looking out the other window as if on guard duty. Of course, that was the way they expected anyone to approach the building. I was glad my sprint was completed before they got set up.

Cody was on a small ladder with Gary holding it. Cody retrieved a box from the top shelf and handed it down to the other boy.

The three of them gathered around the box and opened it. They each reached in and pulled out a magazine. Even from my limited vantage point, could see that they were “dirty” magazines.

Then something entirely unexpected happened. Gary stood up and undid his belt. He opened his pants and pulled them down to his knees. Then he tucked his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down!

His penis popped out bouncing with the movement. I had to stifle a giggle.

By this time the other two boys were doing the same.

I hadn’t seen a penis since the time with my cousin and now, I’m looking at three of them, every one of them erected.

First one boy, then another, took hold of his penis and started stroking it. I had forgotten how exciting it was to watch boys jerk off.

I tried to take some pictures through the window and they were OK, but not all that great. I made a brave decision.

I walked around the building to the front door. With phone in one hand, I grabbed the door knob with the other. I was hoping it was not locked. Now that I think back on it, why would someone design a storage shed so you could lock it from the inside?

I seized the knob and pulled the door open. Inside were three startled boys: proverbial deer in the headlights with hands on penises, staring in my direction.

I was prepared for this showdown; the boys were not. I got off several good pictures before the boys covered up. I kept taking pictures even then until Gary yelled, “Get her!”

I really didn’t expect half-naked boys to chase me across the schoolyard, but I took off anyway. By this time, school dismissal was in full progress. I soon lost myself in the crowd.

I met up with my friends, Brooke and Leah at our usual spot.

“You’re late,” Brooke said. “We thought you might have gotten detention.”

Leah poked her in the arm, “Cheryl! Detention? Yeah, like that would ever happen.”

“OK,” Brooke pushed on, “Then where were you?”

“Actually, I got out early and I followed Cody and Gary and Carl ...

Say, let’s get out of here. I don’t want to come across them again.”

“Are they giving you some sort of trouble?” Leah said with concern.

“Not really, it’s more like the other way around.”

“Do tell, girl!”

“Not here. We need to be in private. Too many ears here, besides I have some things to show you.”

We walked along in silence until we got to the park across from Brooke’s house.

“I can’t stand it anymore. You haven’t had a thing to say,” she challenged. “I’ve never known you to be this quiet. Spill it now!”

She was right. As excited as I was, I just didn’t know how to tell them, so I just brought up the pictures on my phone.

“Holy SHIT!” the normally shy and chaste Leah said. “They’re naked and you can see everything. What are they doing? Why are they all holding themselves like that?”

Brooke fielded that one, “Have you ever heard of boys jerking off?”

“Yes.”

“Well, now you’re seeing it.”

“Tell us all the details,” Leah insisted.

With the proverbial cat out of the bag, the other proverbial cat let go of my tongue. I explained the entire episode from noticing them to running away.

“Wow,” Brooke exclaimed, “You know what this means?”

“What?” Leah responded.

“It means we have the goods on the boys. Well, Cheryl does, right there in her phone. You don’t think the boys would like those pictures to get posted.”

“So what do we do next?”

“We confront the boys.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” I said. “It would be nice to have your girls with me when I do it.”

“I’m not telling them!” Leah blurted out.

“You’re the one with the pictures,” my other friend said.

“I could just confront them on my own, and enjoy them on my own too,” I said angrily. “But you guys are my friends. Friends share things. I’ll share the pictures with you so you can enjoy them and when the time comes, I can share the boys with you, too.

Besides I need some help.”

“What kind of help,” Brooke asked.

“A place to do this. It’s one thing for three boys to sneak off. If the six of us do it, people are bound to notice. Besides there’s barely room for three boys in there. Six of us would be too crowded to do anything.”

“My mom’s going to be out all day Saturday morning. She’ll be gone from before 10 and won’t be back until about 2 PM.”

“That’s the day after tomorrow,” I remarked, “That gives me only tomorrow to get the deed done. Well, it’s probably for the best. If I thought about it too much, I’d probably explode or chicken out.”

I caught up with Cody the following day. “Come with me,” I commanded, taking him by the hand.

“Where are we going?”

“Just down the hall. I want to show you something.” I took him to an alcove leading to an empty classroom. I brought up the pictures on my phone.

“You got to erase those,” he said.

“No way and don’t think about trying to get hold of my phone and doing it yourself. I have backups. Now let’s get out of here before someone notices us. Let’s take a walk to the school yard. We’ll talk along the way.”

As we walked along, I dictated my terms to the boy. I had rehearsed it time and time again the previous night. “Look, we have the pictures.”

“We?”

“Well, my friends, Leah and Brooke. They have the pictures too. Right now, only us three girls have them. We’re willing to keep it that way, but only if you boys do what we want.”

“What is it?”

“We want to meet you boys at Lee Street Park by the swing sets tomorrow at 10 AM. Bring the magazines.”

“What if we don’t?”

“Well then, I have friends and Brooke has friends and Leah has friends and I’m sure all of them have friends. There won’t be a girl in the school who hasn’t seen the pictures by Monday.”

“OK, I’ll be there.”

“You’ll all be there.”

“What?”

“You, Carl and Gary – all three of you show up or the deal is off and the pictures go out.”

“I ‘ll try.”

“For your sake, you better hope that you succeed.”

He walked off. In the distance I could see the other two boys. They seemed to be awaiting his arrival. Well, I did all I could. It was up to the boys until tomorrow.

I couldn’t wait to meet up with my friends. I passed them in the halls going to class, all I could manager is a “thumbs up.”

The three of us must have made such a scene at dismissal: we all broke out giggling at almost every full stop.

I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement every time I thought about how uncomfortable Cody looked as I told him what I wanted him and the other boys to do. I felt so much in control and he seemed to be so weak and all we did was talk. I can’t wait until tomorrow.

-=o=-

Brooke and Leah sat on the swings idly swinging back and forth in a gentle motion. I stood by, leaning against the frame. We were all early and we avoided talking about the elephant in the room. Instead we talked about school and music and shopping and boys in general.

Cody was the first to arrive.

“Are the others coming?” I asked.

“Yes, they had to go get the magazines.”

“Yeah, what’s with that?”

“Apparently they’re old man Porter’s private stash or maybe they are there from the previous maintenance man. Anyway, we found them while exploring.”

“How did you get the key?”

“Carl found it. It was pure luck. We tried it on several doors around the school and we finally found the lock it fit.”

Then a concerned look came over his face. “What are you girls going to make us do?”

“You’ll find out soon enough. I don’t want to have to explain this twice, so we’ll wait for the rest of you boys to get here.”

Gary and Carl arrived with about two minutes to spare. Carl had his back pack, apparently containing the magazines.

We stood in a circle: girls on one side, boys on the other. I pointed across the street. “That’s Brooke’s house. Her mom is out this morning. We’re going inside and we’re going to have a party.

Here’s the deal. We have everything already laid out: chips, cookies, sodas and even cheese and crackers. We girls are going to sit in the living room and listen to music and you boys are going to wait on us.”

“That’s it?” Gary asked.

“Well, there is one more thing: you boys will be totally naked as you wait on us.”

“I’m not doing it!” Gary replied getting confirming nods from his friends.

“OK, we’ll party without you. We’ll get on our phones and start sending the pictures to every girl in the school.”

“You can’t do that!”

“Oh yes we can and with three of us working on it, I’m sure we can contact a lot of girls in a very short period of time. I’m sure your don’t want that to happen.”

There was silence.

I reached out and took Gary’s hand and led him from where he was standing towards Brooke’s house. “It will be for the best. We won’t tell anyone. It will be a secret just between us.”

Each of us girls took a boy by the hand and we proceeded down the block.

The moment of truth arrived when we got into the house and closed the door. We knew we needed an “ice breaker” so I said, “Why don’t you spread the magazines out on the table so we can have a look at them?”

“You want to *see* the magazines?” Gary asked in shock.

“Why not?”

“But you’re girls!”

“Yeah, and girls aren’t supposed to be interested in sex? Get them out there. We want to see what turns you boys on.”

I was uncomfortable with some of the contents in the magazines, but I did enjoy looking at some of the big dicks in the photographs. One of the magazines had a section in the back on Female Domination. It was mostly stories, but there were a couple of pictures that really excited me – women in charge of men: I liked that idea.

I stepped back from the table. “Look at you boys! Look how big those bulges in your pants are! I think it’s time to see what you got.”

“No,” Carl complained.

I put my hands on my hips and leaned forward to glare at the boy. “Look, we’ve been over this in the park. You boys don’t have a choice. If you want to keep the pictures just between us three girls, you’re going to get naked and wait on us.” I ended with a stamp of my foot.

“I can’t ... I can’t do it with you girls watching.”

Leah came up with a compromise, “We’ll let you go into the bathroom and you can take your clothes off there. We’ll give you 5 minutes and at the end of that time, we’ll open the door if you haven’t come out yet. You better be naked. I have everything set up on my phone to send the pictures to my friends. All I have to do is touch the button.

If we don’t see three naked boys when that door is open, I’m pressing that button. I don’t want to hear any excuses.

Do I make myself clear?” she ended firmly.

I felt excited about the way we were ordering the boys around. Authority, power – it was so good to see us girls exercising it.

We herded the three cowed boys into the bathroom. It was crowded in there, but that was their problem. I was sure they could work out how to get undressed.

We closed the door and Leah announced, “Five minutes.” As the time ticked by she announce “four minutes” and then “three minutes” and so on until the final 10 seconds.

In the meantime, we took turns listening at the door. We really could only make out some of what was said, but the boys were debating whether to comply. Finally Gary’s voice rose above the rest, “They got us, boys. There is nothing we can do about it, so we might as well give in. Let’s get this done and over with. I plan to be naked when they open that door. My picture is not going out there for everyone to see.”

Leah completed her countdown. “10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, ..” and on the count of one, Brooke pulled open the door.

There stood three naked boys holding their clothes in front of them.

“Come this way, boys. I’ll show you were you can put your clothes,” Brooke chuckled. Leah and I followed looking at their cute boy-behinds.

She led them to the laundry room. “Put them in the basket. You can sort them out later.”

Reluctantly, the boys stepped up one-by-one and tossed their clothes in the basket and immediately covered up.

Leah giggled, “They’re so shy. This is going to be *lots* of fun!”

“Let me introduce you boys to the kitchen,” Brooke said. She gave them a guided tour showing them where all the snacks are.

“I want you boys to prepare three snack trays: one for each of us girls. I’ll have iced tea. There are also some sodas.”

Looking back at Leah and me she said, “Girls, place your orders with the boys.”

Turning back to the boys she said, “Don’t dally. I expect you to be prompt and to be clean. Don’t dirty up my kitchen.”

The three of us retreated to the living room and immediately broke out with giggles.

“I’ve certainly enjoyed the glimpses I’ve gotten so far,” Leah commented.

“I guess we’ll have to give them a little time to ‘warm up’ to the idea of male nudity. We got a couple of hours. They’ll need their hands to serve, and then we can see everything.” Brooke put in.

“You girls don’t get it,” I replied. “It’s not just about the boys being naked. Yes, that’s nice, but if you really want to get off on penises, look at the magazines. Some of those guys are huge.

But these are our boys. Let me say that again *OUR* boys. They are here, they are real and they are naked because *WE* told them to be.

It’s not just about seeing them naked; it’s about ordering them around and they have to obey us!”

I could see my friends squirm as they contemplated that thought.

I yelled to the kitchen, “What’s taking you boys so long? Do we have to come in there and spank you?”

I heard a muffled male voice through the door, “We’re coming.” I giggled as I punned to my friends “Oh, they will cum. We’ll see to that.”

It was only moments later when the boys came in, each bearing a tray for one of us girls. As predicted with both hands on the tray, there was no way they could cover up. It was funny watching their dicks bounce up and down as they walked.

Leah let out a wolf-whistle. Brooke and I cracked up at it but the boys blushed.

I got Gary as my personal servant, Brooke got Carl and Leah got Cody.

“Good boys,” I complimented. “Set your trays on the table in front of your girl, and then each of you stand in a corner with your hands on your heads facing the wall. We’ll snap our fingers and call your name if we need something from you.”

The boys looked funny as the scrambled around in slow motion trying to decide which corner to occupy.

With mock disgust, I got up and directed traffic, “Do we girls have to tell you how to do everything? Cody – there, Carl – there and Gary – over there.” I said pointing where I wanted each boy to stand.

I sat down and the there of us giggled at this display of male submissiveness. We eventually got calmed down enough to pretend to have a normal conversation, all the while taking in the vista of boy-butts on display. It was like the preverbal elephant in the room.

Brooke was the first to summon her boy. She snapped her fingers and said, “Boy, come over here.”

Initially none of the boys moved. “Carl, I mean you. You’re my boy and you should respond when you hear my voice.”

Carl turned around and covered up. Brooke barked back at him. “Who told you you could cover up? Hands at your sides!”

“OK,” he mumbled looking at the floor.

“Show some respect! Look at me when I talk to you and address me properly. That’s ‘Miss Brooke’ to you. Do I make myself clear?”

He got the message, “Yes, Miss Brooke.”

Brooke was really getting into her role and I liked it. It encouraged me. I added, “That goes for all of you boys. You will address us as ‘Miss’ whenever we are alone together.”

Brooke commanded, “You boys forgot to bring napkins for us. I guess it could be forgiven since you’re just boys, so we won’t punish you this time. I guess we’ll have to train you how to serve girls properly. Now go fetch some napkins from the kitchen – chop-chop.” She ended with a clapping of her hands.

Leah and I looked at each other as the naked boy hastened past us on his mission. We both were grinning broadly.

We kept the boys busy for about an hour. It was actually a challenge to think up things for them to do. Each of us got some good pictures of our boys with her phone. But time was passing, and we wanted to move onto the main event.

I called this part of our meeting to order. “Boys, out of the corner and stand in front of us, hands on heads.”

I got three “Yes, Miss Cheryl.” in response.

“Oh, this is too good,” Leah exclaimed and got her phone out to take more pictures. The boys shuffled nervously but didn’t break formation.

I went on, “You saw the pictures we have of you playing with yourselves in the shed. We got some much better shots of you naked today. You don’t want these pictures to get out, do you?”

“No Miss Cheryl.” came the unified response.

“So here is what we’re going to do. I want each of you boys to kneel in front of us and jerk off as we girls watch.”

Again more nervous shuffling.

“We’ll do this one at a time. First Gary, then Carl then Cody. The other two boys will stand behind the boy who is jerking off and watch. That should make for some very interesting pictures.

When all of you are done, I want you to clean up your messes and clean up the rest of the living room and kitchen.

THEN, if you do it to our satisfaction, you can get dressed and go home. If you don’t do a good job, we’ll spank you and you’ll do it until you get it right.”

I pointed to a spot on the floor. “Gary, on your knees!”

He knelt down. I calmly said, “You may begin.”

He grabbed hold of his penis with his right hand and pulled it along the shaft, pushing the skin over the head of his penis. It looked so comical watching the head pop in and out like a turtle playing ‘peek-a-boo.’

It was difficult to tell, but it seemed that his already erected organ got even bigger and perhaps even stiffer. I had to investigate further. “Stop!” I commanded. “Hands on head.” He obeyed.

I leaned forward to look at the organ closer. It was now standing straight out and it was pulsing with the beat of his heart. The veins along the shaft were engorged with blood and on prominent display. The whole organ seemed redder with blood. There was a small drop of clear liquid oozing from the pee hole.

“Is that cum?” Leah asked?

“No,” Brooke responded, “Cum is white and cloudy and it doesn’t drip out like that. It squirts out like pee.” I wondered how she knew that.

“What is it?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” the boy replied, “I just sort of happens when I get excited. It means I’m going to cum.” And then he added, “Miss, Cheryl.” Good! The boy is learning.

“OK, continue.”

He moved his hand back onto his penis and kept pumping. About a minute later he tensed up and his breathing became ragged. Obviously, the main event was about to happen. His face had a funny expression, but I couldn’t afford to look at it. My eyes were targeted on his penis as a gush of white liquid shot out.

It was like Brooke described it, only it was very brief and not at all continuous like pee. I was surprised to see a second gush and a third and so on.

Gary must have shot it a dozen times and then he stopped pumping. I looked at the cloudy pools in a trail leading from his penis towards us girls. I don’t think a single female breath was drawn during his entire performance.

“Why did you stop?” I asked.

“Because that’s all there is. I’m done. I can’t cum anymore.”

“Ever?”

He actually laughed. “No, I have to wait a while and then I can do it again.”

“How long?”

“About a half hour. Even then I can only do it so many times a day.”

“How often do you do it?”

“Once, sometimes twice a day.”

“Wow!”

Turning to the other boys I asked the same question and got the same answer. I knew boys did it, but I didn’t know they did it that much.

“That’s good to know,” I said smiling. I had no idea what to do with that information just now, but I was sure it would come in handy.

Brooke called Carl to the floor to perform and then Leah had Cody put on his display. Having watched Gary masturbate first gave us an idea what to expect and we were able to appreciate the two other boys’ ejaculations all the better.

We had a critique of the boys’ performances.

“I think my boy came the furthest,” I claimed.

“But Carl shot the most stuff,” Brooke said, defending her boy.

“Yeah, but Cody came the fastest,” Leah said, not to be left out.

I laughed, “I guess we’ll have to have some contests in the future to see who cums best.”

We had the boys clean up and they did a decent enough job. As they were dressing, I reminded them. “You boys did a great job. Thank you. Don’t forget, we have hundreds of pictures of you naked and even jerking off. Brooke’s mom is out of the house one Saturday a month. We’re going to do this again.”

We got a “Goodbye, Miss” from each of the boys and watched as they departed.

As Brooke closed the door, I said, “Girls, we have a lot of planning to do before next Month.”

(End of File)