Jeff - All Eyes On Me 1
By Chess1972
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Copyright 2013 by Chess1972, all rights reserved
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sexual activity
involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to
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Intro and Sunday
Chapter 1
I could feel them. I swear I could feel their eyes on me. Now, I get
decent grades in science. I know we see because light from the sun or some
artificial source reflects off an object like a human body and is picked up by
the sensors in our eyes. There are no rays that that emanate from our eyeballs
like in the comics. So, there is really nothing for me to feel. But I swear I
can. I feel there eyes moving over my body, my completely, head-to-toe, 100%
bare ass naked body. What have I done? All my doubts and fears, my
embarrassment came flooding back. How did I get here completely naked in front
of these women and girls?
I’ve heard that flashbacks are supposed to be a sign of an amateur
writer. Well, that’s what I am and I just want to get these memories down on
paper (ok actually on my computer). The week I’m about to describe changed my
life and contained so may highs and lows, scares and thrills, that it affected
how I felt about myself and others, particularly females.
So, how did a sort of normal 13 year old boy end up on nude display, the
object of entertainment and education for a family group of women and girls? I
think I’ll exercise my teenage prerogative to blame everything on my parents.
Yes, this is my mother and father’s fault. It all started because my Dad
was good at his job. I’m not even sure of the details of what he does, but a
year or so ago he began work as the leader of a big project at his company. He
worked long hours, weekends, etc , even missing some of my events and
competitions for the first time. It was all worthwhile and the project was a
big success. The company is saving bucketsful of money. They even generously
passed down some of those buckets in the form of big bonus checks at the end of
the year. The college funds for my sister and I received a boost and there was
enough left for some things my parents had wanted and a nice family vacation
was planned for the summer.
My father moved on to the next project but the big bosses at the company
got the brainstorm that the bucketsful that they were saving could become
boatloads if the project was implemented worldwide, throughout all the
companies in their global corporation. To do this, they had to sell it at the
corporation’s annual executive retreat. This was always held at some 5 star
resort. Spouses were invited. Schmoozing and socializing were combined with
technical and financial presentations. So, my father was pulled off his project
and put to work putting together a presentation for his boss’ boss or somebody.
He wasn’t happy about this but there was the promise of another big bonus if
there were global savings.
The problem that arose a week or so before the retreat was that they
realized that none of the bosses would be able to handle all the expected
questions. My father would have to go and make the presentation. As a reward,
he would be allowed to stay the whole week and take my mother along, all
expenses paid.
They tried to pretend that they wished the retreat was a week later when
my sister and I would be on spring break from school and could go as well. We
were not fooled however. They were bouncing around like little kids they were
so excited about a free week at a super resort without kids. We didn’t begrudge
them their holiday. My dad worked hard and my mom, besides running a home based
business, was very involved in our school, community and church. She was on
committees, organized fundraisers, etc and supported all the outside activities
that my sister and I were involved in.
So, the problem became what to do with the kids for the week. Actually,
my younger sister was set. She had had the same best friend, Tanya, since
before they could walk. Tanya ate many meals at our house, stayed over at least
one night a week and often more, and even went on most family vacations. Her
family was eager to repay us a bit by keeping my sister for the week. They even
offered to take me in as well, but I was not interested. They had a large
family with several kids younger than Tanya. Dealing with me would be a big
strain.
You see, I am pretty high maintenance mainly due to all the sports and
other activities I am involved with. I require a lot of chauffeuring. I
realized early on that I could get good grades with little effort, but not top
of the class or anything. So I could either make the effort to be at the top or
put my energy into other activities. I chose the latter. I started out in many
sports, but now I concentrate on swimming. I’m still on a cross country team in
the Fall and play lots of other sports with my friends. I even won my weight
class at our school wrestling tournament. However I swim year around with
several teams and clubs.
Now, I could have found a place with some of my friends and teammates,
but I was in a full court stall. I wanted to stay home alone. My sister and I
are pretty mature for our ages. For several years, my parents have been able to
leave me on my own for an evening. Later I was in charge of my sister (and
usually Tanya) and we never got in any big trouble. This past year, I had even
stayed overnight on my own on two occasions. So now I wanted the house to
myself for a week. I volunteered to coordinate all the necessary rides to
school and activities, offered to have friends and neighbors stop in each day
to make sure I was eating and hadn’t burned the place down, and would alert the
neighbors to be on the lookout for any parties etc. An entire week alone for a
boy not yet 14 was just not going to happen however. I hoped the time crunch
would work in my favor but it didn’t work out that way.
Chapter 2
Enter Chuck’s Mom. Her name is actually Edie, but I will refer to her as
Chuck’s Mom since that’s how I think of her. She was close to 40 I guess and
fairly attractive for her age. She was a realtor so always seemed to be well
dressed. Her job gave her the flexibility to stay involved in her kids’
activities, school committees etc. That’s how she knew my Mom. They weren’t
really close friends but had worked together on many committees and projects
over the years. I always liked her because she always spoke to me and managed
to find things to say besides “How’s school?” which is all most adults can
think of. She always seemed to hold committee meetings at her house and always
invited me to hang out with her son Chuck.
Chuck and I weren’t exactly friends either. We had been in classes
together off and on throughout elementary and middle school. Chuck had few
friends and was involved in nothing unless he was forced. He was overweight
and, even though he was months older than me, hadn’t started puberty yet. His
entire life was online especially with his online gaming friends. We rarely
hung out at school but were thrown together during these meetings when we were
younger. I get along with just about everybody so I just looked for things we
might have in common. We had similar tastes in books, movies, comics etc so we
had things we could talk about. To pass the time, we mostly played video games.
Chuck owned just about every game system being sold and many games. He was
obsessed with them and I didn’t mind them although I preferred to be more
active and to play outdoors.
I knew even then that Chuck’s Mom always invited me because she hoped
that I might inspire Chuck to get outdoors and get some exercise. I did try. They
had a basketball setup in their driveway and I might get Chuck out there to
play HORSE or something but it would only last about 10 minutes. Sometimes we
would ride bikes, but even that was only a few blocks down to a strip mall
where Chuck could buy junk food and cruise the gaming and comics shops there. She
also just wanted Chuck to have some male companionship. He was normally
surrounded by females: his Mom, his sister, and his grandmother.
Chuck’s sister Claire was a year behind us at school. I didn’t know her
well but she seemed pleasant enough. She was of average attractiveness. I
remember that she was a little pudgy when she was younger but now most of the
baby fat was gone and it was obvious that she had started puberty ahead of her
older brother. She was even developing in the chest area a bit.
Chuck’s grandmother, who I’ll call Gram since everyone else did, was a
lot of fun. She was probably only early to mid 60s but sometimes she acted 40
and sometimes more like 80. She had lived with Chuck’s family for some time but
had a very active social life outside the house. I knew her because she would
often sit and crochet watching Chuck and I play video games. She would cheer us
on but refused to play herself. She would also tell us mildly dirty jokes,
which is cool when you are 10 or so.
When my mother announced at some meeting that she would be unable to do
any project work the following week due to her trip, she also mentioned her
need to find a spot to stick me for the week. Chuck’s Mom immediately
volunteered. She assured my mother that there would be several cars and drivers
available to ensure that I had transportation to and from school and any
activities. I had been so busy recently that I hadn’t been to their house in
about a year. She hoped all my activity would inspire Chuck to get involved
with something. She also felt sorry for Chuck because his normally female
dominated household was about to get more so. She thought I could even the odds
a bit.
Chuck’s Aunt Ev and cousin Linda were going to be staying with Chuck’s
family that week as well. They lived across town. I had met Aunt Ev once. She
seemed nice enough. I believe she was younger than Chuck’s Mom but actually
looked slightly older, although still reasonably attractive. Looking back, I
would guess that she led a harder life. I had never met Linda but knew she was
our age, attended the private girls’ school in town, and was good friends with
Claire. Aunt Ev was having some extensive renovations done on their house. Since
the week of this story was the spring break for Linda’s school, they scheduled
the most disruptive construction (water outage for example) for that week and
planned to be out of town. Due to problems with the contractor, Aunt Ev decided
she needed to postpone their trip until the summer and stay with Chuck’s family
for the week so she could keep an eye on the work being done.
Thus we have the setup for my week of “discovery”. The major players are
in place: three adult women, two adolescent/teen girls, Chuck and I. That was
the situation when I was dropped off by my parents around noon on Sunday. I
would be staying until the following Sunday afternoon. Let the games begin.
SUNDAY
That first afternoon started pretty much as expected. Chuck wanted to
bike down to the shopping center to check the price to preorder some new video
game he wanted and was trying get the money for. That was fine. We played some
video games, then I got him outside to shoot some baskets. The girls joined us
and I got to meet Linda. She seemed like a pleasant girl, reasonably
attractive, and developing a nice body. I thought she was vaguely familiar, but
couldn’t place where I might have met her before. I wanted to know some routes
I could use for training runs. Chuck begged off, but the girls took me around
and showed me some quiet side streets and some trails through a park and some
wooded areas. We had a nice time.
But something odd was also in the air. I caught snippets of conversation
between the women and girls. “We’re still going to have our shows, right?” “Having
Jeff here won’t spoil our fun will it?” Things like that. I asked Chuck, but he
just said, “ I think Mom is going to talk to you”. So I was a little curious
when Chuck’s Mom asked me to help her in the kitchen while she was preparing
dinner. I was used to doing chores at home and my mother had emphasized helping
out whenever I could.
After some normal talk about our schedule for the week and the
neighborhood, she finally got to why we were having this time alone. She said
that she wanted to treat me as a member of the family for the week. As such,
she expected me to keep the family activities within the family. I was always
free to participate or not, however she was asking me not tell any stories
after I returned home. I didn’t expect anything very evil, so I agreed. Then
she filled me in on the entertainment they planned for the week. I won’t give
the whole conversation, but after listening to her and following up with some
questions to Chuck, I was both a little surprised and amused.
It seems the entire female family contingent is obsessed with strippers,
male strippers. At 13, I just didn’t think the female mind operated like that. I
know my sister is obsessed with a new pop star each month and my mother goes
ga-ga for certain actors but couldn’t imagine them cheering while some guy took
his clothes off. It just seemed weird.
A typical night when the families got together (every month or so) would
go something like this. After dinner and cleanup, they started preparing an
array of snacks for later. Everyone then gathered in the family room to watch a
movie on the big screen. Chuck’s preferences had priority for the movie, since
the girls’ fun started later. After the movie, the adults opened some wine and
everyone gathered in the basement rec room with drinks and snacks. There was an
older big screen down there that I thought was only for exercise videos. They
used the basement because everyone wanted to get rowdy like the women in the
videos.
Aunt Ev had a pretty extensive collection of male stripper videos that
she had accumulated mostly online and by trading with a group of online
friends. She had a large number of nice quality videos of one stripper troupe
and that is what they mostly watched or at least started with. Muscular men
came out and slowly stripped down from costumes (firemen, doctors, etc) or
regular clothes. They eventually ended up in skimpy g-strings. While performing
they danced out into the crowds and the women rubbed oil on them or licked
syrup or whipped cream off their bodies. These were the shows that they all
watched together with the girls. She also had videos where dancers went
completely nude and others which were hardcore where the women gave hand jobs,
blowjobs or even had sex with the strippers. After the girls went to bed, the
adults opened more wine and watched these.
There was an ongoing debate over whether the girls should be able to
watch the fully nude dancers. Both mothers agreed that the hardcore stuff
should wait a few years, but Aunt Ev thought that they should allow the girls
to satisfy their curiosity about the male body. Both girls had been found
searching for male nudes online. They didn’t want porn. They wanted to see
regular guys, preferably close to their age. The mothers pointed out that nude
teenage boys might be considered child pornography so outside of a few
medical/health or nudist/naturist sites, they were unlikely to find what they
were looking for. So, the softer nude stripper videos had been the best
alternative and the moms had decided that by the end of the week they would
allow the girls to watch some.
What did Chuck do during these videos? It seems that he usually watched,
mainly for the snacks which he said were often better than the family meals. His
mother seemed to encourage this. She wanted him to become less modest and hoped
seeing women enjoying the sight of a fit male’s body might inspire him to
improve his own. Wishful thinking. Chuck said he also just got a big kick out
of watching the women and girls during the videos. He said they screamed and
cheered and argued over which dancer had the best arms or butts.
I’m going to insert here a bit about bodies, particularly mine because
it becomes relevant to the events that will occur. It may sound like my ego
talking but I know I have a pretty good body for my age. I am a little taller
than average and probably average looks. Until a couple years ago, I was on the
tall and skinny side. All my exercise left me with little body fat. I hit
puberty early though and when it began, I started putting on weight. I was
still swimming every day so it mostly went into my arms shoulders and chest. My
legs were also more muscular. I was definitely developing the classic swimmer’s
V-shape body and I was proud of it. Sure there were guys with bigger muscles,
but I really enjoyed it when relatives or family friends commented on how I had
grown and filled out. Chuck was not really obese but was pudgy with a lot of
baby fat still. I don’t think he was bad looking but just didn’t care what he
looked like.
After my conversations with Chuck and his mom, I began to notice how often
the girls would scan my body even though I was wearing a large T-shirt and
shorts which reached my knees. It was no big deal since I had certainly scanned
theirs, but it just seemed different.
After dinner, during cleanup chores as we prepared for the movie, I
began to hear some more little remarks, mostly from the girls and directed at
Chuck. “Chuck, are you going for some prize money this week?” “Don’t you need
some prize money for your new game?” Then: “If you get Jeff to play too, we’ll
kick in our own money toward the prizes.” “We’d love to see Jeff out there.” These
remarks were accompanied by giggling and Chuck’s Mom would eventually get them
to calm down.
When I got Chuck alone later that evening I pushed him for an
explanation. It seems that on a couple occasions, Chuck had done his own little
strip. He had argued with the females that stripping was no big deal for guys. He
had argued with his Mom that he was not overly modest. So, Gram had offered him
a prize if he would do a dance like on the videos. Chuck always needs cash so
he had stripped to his underpants in front of his family. His mother hadn’t
allowed any mean teasing over his body and everyone was sworn to secrecy so it
wasn’t too bad for him. They had cheered him just like the dancers on the
videos. I immediately wondered if I could ever do something like that. It just
seemed too embarrassing.
When we finally finished the movie and adjourned downstairs with snacks
and drinks, I was pretty curious. I think the adults held back for a while
because of my presence, but the girls really cut loose, yelling and screaming
for their favorite strippers. As the wine flowed, the adults joined in as well
and I found it really fascinating to watch. The comments started again and were
usually targeted toward me. “Would you have the guts to do that Jeff?” “I bet
your body is as nice as theirs.” “We’d sure like to see you like that.” This,
as some guy was gyrating in just a g-string. Sure, they were trying to
embarrass me, but they weren’t being mean so I just smiled and gave it back to
the girls: “I couldn’t do that because you girls couldn’t control yourselves
and would pass out or attack me something.” Of course, that provoked more
good-natured bickering while the adults just laughed at us.
Then, we helped clean up and went to our rooms while the adults went
back to watch their videos. Chuck and I played some games and then went to bed.
However, I couldn’t stop fantasizing about what it would be like to dance in my
underwear in front of Chuck’s family. Fantasies sometimes come true … and then
some.
(The End)