When I was a Kid 7

When I was a Kid... Chapter 7

By Redbuns

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Chapter 7

I woke up the next morning to what boys that age are certainly familiar with…a morning hard-on. Checking the sheets to make sure I didn’t have a wet dream before I slid out of bed, I padded down the hall to the bathroom. Dad had already left for work, and I heard mom in the kitchen. I figured with the quota set for my “habit” I might as well get an early start on the day. I stood before the toilet bowl, slightly bent my knees, took my penis in hand, and began to masturbate. It didn’t take long at all as I felt what was becoming a familiar feeling surging up inside me. Just before I ejaculated, I stated in a loud voice, “I’m coming” then grunted, moaned, and panted loudly. I know mom had to have heard me down in the kitchen, but realizing I didn’t have to hold anything back, that she actually encouraged me to masturbate made this easy! After watching my semen plop into the toilet bowl with satisfying splashing noises, I stepped into the shower for a morning clean up.

Mom was a bit surprised to see me bounding down the stairs. I seemed to have gotten up earlier than when I went to school! Here it was, the first day of summer vacation, and I was at the breakfast table at 6:45!

Mom, smiling, complimented me on remembering to announce my impending orgasm, even when Maggie was not there. She said she could clearly hear me all the way down in the kitchen. I blushed a bit, realizing this wasn’t the sort of a conversation a boy often had with his mother! Mom sat down with me, sharing the breakfast meal and conversation. “Alan, I know these last few weeks have been a big change for you, but you seem to be handling this quite well. Summer vacation is here now, and I want you to enjoy yourself this summer, but remember that Maggie is going to be keeping you in line. She’s proven to be quite adept at the disciplinarian role. It’s your coming of age, your erections and now your masturbation that have me concerned. I want you to develop a healthy attitude toward your body, toward females, and be able to at least be accountable for your actions. Maggie will be a great help for you throughout your journey through puberty. Now, Maggie herself is going through puberty too, but with oversight by her mother and by me, I think the two of you will turn out being excellent, well rounded, thoughtful, respectful, and mature people.” Not exactly easy words on the first day of summer vacation! I gulped down my breakfast and headed outdoors to gather my baseball equipment; hat, glove, ball, and bat. I knew the game down at the park wasn’t until 11, but I just wanted to get things in order.

It was going to be a hot day, it was quite warm already! I looked over at the Baron house, and saw Maggie in her swim suit. “Hiya Alan! Want to come over for a morning dip?” I figured since the ballgame wasn’t until 11, I might as well get a morning swim in. I put all my ballgame gear on a bench and headed over through the gate in the fence that now separated our yards. Seeing as it was just Maggie and me, I simply stripped off my shorts, t-shirt, underwear and tennis shoes. Mag’s smiled at me and jumped in. My penis was hard before I even got my t-shirt off! I quickly dove into the pool and the cool water had a “calming” effect on my erection. We did a few laps, then hopped out to lie in the morning sun to dry off.

“Are you going to work on that all-over tan like we talked about the other day? I’ll bet you’ll look great if you keep it up!” Then glancing at my penis which was heading upwards, she smiled and nodded. I’d really not given a thought to the idea of nude sunbathing, but if I wanted to swim in the Baron pool, nude was the only way to go, unless there were folks outside of our two families at the pool…at least that’s the way it was at first. I had to admit, I enjoyed swimming without any suit on, it just seemed to get in the way and when doing laps for speed causing a bit of drag in the water. The idea of a deep tan was kind of appealing to me. At my swimming lessons on Monday evenings, there were always a few kids who either didn’t tan at all, but most boys had that white stripe around their pelvis look. I liked the idea of not having any tan lines and I was beginning to get more at ease being naked in front of Maggie. I smiled back at her as I reached for the suntan lotion and began to slather it on my body. Of course, I was rock hard by the time I got to my groin.

When I grabbed the bottle for a fresh glob of lotion, Maggie told me; “Hey Squirt, I want you to play with yourself as you put that oil on. You need to keep up with your regimen, and from what I gather, it’s healthy for you to get a release and not have all that semen build up in your body. Come on, you know you like to do it!” I tried to explain to her that I’d already had an orgasm before breakfast, but she wanted me to do it again. I’d kind of forgotten her new nickname for me; Squirt. It was a little embarrassing realizing how I came to get that name, and I honestly hoped others never would find out why Maggie called me that! She told me to get up and follow her to the side of the garage where a drainpipe from the gutter emptied into a drain. “Squirt your stuff into there, my mom won’t have a cow if it goes down the drain and not on her floors. That’s the only thing she seems to be worried about!” So I stood there, slightly bent my knees, took my penis in hand, and began to pump away using the suntan lotion as a lubricant. I kind of enjoyed hearing the slop-slop sound of my hand sliding up and down my shaft. It hadn’t been that long since I came when I awoke, so it took me a bit longer time before I felt the sensation. “Oh, and when you announce it, I want you to say it loud. Use your “playground voice” as our choir teacher says, and I’d like you to feel free to let loose, moan and groan as loudly as you feel comfortable doing.” I was almost to this point, and in a very loud, almost shouting voice, sang out “Ohhh, I’m gonna come now! Ohhhh, arrrrgggghhh, unnnnggh…….” I was almost shouting at the top of my lungs, which caused Mrs. B to open the back door, step outside, and watch intently as I spurted and squirted, my body convulsing with each contraction, and my loud grunts slowly loosing intensity as I came back from the blissful state of an orgasm. “I’m glad he’s messing in the drain. Maggie, you might want to hose him down before he goes back into the pool area, just clean him up a bit, and wash his semen down the drain.” I felt a bit sheepish, like I was a little messy kid. Maggie, grinning from ear to ear, nodded to her mother as she gently patted by bottom telling me in a motherly tone, “Good boy! Good boy! Did you get it all out? Good Boy!” It really felt great as my body shuddered with the last effects of my orgasm.

Maggie quit patting me and turned to get the garden hose. It was only a few feet away. She turned it on and washed the semen that I’d just spurted out down the drain, then turning down the water pressure and adjusting the nozzle from a steady stream to more of a mist, she turned the hose on me, specifically my groin, legs and feet as she rinsed off any ejaculate that was on my body. She had me turn this way and that, hosing me down completely, until she was satisfied that I was clean. I felt like a little boy who couldn’t control himself. I was ashamed of how messy I’d been, and told her so. “I never knew boys’ orgasms would be so messy. I guess it’s up to us girls to keep you guys clean, huh?” She shook her head as she said this. When she shut the water off, she gently wiped my body down with a towel, and for the first time since she took over my discipline, she touched my genitalia. She gently toweled my backside, and turning me around, she lightly wiped down my penis and scrotum before placing the towel on either side of my penis and briskly moving her hands back and forth. I was a bit sensitive after this orgasm, and I backed away from her. She just scolded me, telling me to stop moving and let her finish. I couldn’t help myself, trying to explain to her how sensitive I was at that moment. She stopped and thought about it for a moment, then realized that I’d be going back into the pool soon, and the idea of drying off before heading back to the pool seemed silly.

We swam and sunned until about 10:30 when I decided to get ready for the game. Maggie said she’d go get dressed for playing, and meet me in the front in a few minutes. I slowly put my clothes back on, I enjoyed the morning we had, especially the orgasm. I gathered my baseball stuff, and headed out front. Maggie was already there waiting for me.

Now, I wasn’t tall, and I wasn’t overweight, but I was pretty strong and fairly athletic. From what I’d seen when I went to the YMCA, I was certainly not below average in the male equipment area. Actually, I was pretty well endowed for a kid my age. From what I’d been seeing in my swimming lessons on Monday nights, I seemed to be growing larger and faster in the genitals than most of the other boys. And now, with this new regimen of Maggie taking over my discipline as well as supervising my masturbation, I became a bit more aware of what other boys were looking like!

Sports were just OK, not one of my specialties, and if I wasn’t really into playing, I was average at best. For me to do well, I really needed some sort of motivation. Maggie had been talking with me about this as we walked to the park by the school to meet up with other kids for the game. She said I seemed to have potential, but didn’t have the motivation to excel. I explained that I enjoyed swimming, and was considering the team for my age group at the Y; sports like baseball and basketball were okay, but not something that I really enjoyed. Maggie said we’d have to work on that. I didn’t know what she meant just yet, but I soon would!

We arrived at the playground early, and tossed the baseball around. Maggie was a pretty good ball player, but she was losing that tomboy sense…she was maturing and most certainly was developing into an attractive young lady. I really didn’t want to think of her in that way, she knew too much about me, and had seen way too much of me!

Soon others showed up and we began to play. Maggie was right, I just didn’t have the inspiration to play up to my potential. She sat down with me when it was our teams at bat and said she was coming up with a plan for reinforcing my sports habits. If I didn’t get on base at my next at bat, she was going to give me five swats, and if I did get on base, she wouldn’t. I didn’t ask her any particulars, and certainly didn’t want others to see me being spanked, and most certainly didn’t want anyone to see me get it bare, over her lap! I just blushed. When it was my turn at bat, I was motivated and hit a decent double! Maggie cheered me on! The rest of the game, I got on base each time. When the game was over, we were all sweaty and hot. The other kids were horsing around the drinking fountain before heading home for lunch when Maggie invited everyone over to her house later that afternoon for a swim. This was enthusiastically welcomed by all, but of course, they all had to get permission from home. As everyone left, Maggie told me; “Don’t worry, you won’t have to swim in the nude. But if you happen to want to…” I just looked at her with wide eyes as I shook my head with an emphatic “NO WAY” Maggie laughed and we headed home.

After lunch, I put on my swimming trunks; they seemed so cumbersome and in the way. I sighed and headed over to the Baron pool. Mrs. B was using a net to clear leaves off of the top of the pool when I arrived. She smiled at me and asked “does it feel odd wearing those things?” pointing to my swimming trunks. “You look much better without them!” I just gulped and smiled nervously. “I can’t swim naked when all those other kids will be here!” She just nodded in agreement, but said “You aren’t ready for that, don’t worry!” And I heaved a great big sigh. Maggie came out next, she looked great in her red bikini. Soon other kids began to show up, and we had a great time. But the whole while, In the back of my mind, I kept thinking Maggie would say something to all the other kids about me, about my discipline, about my masturbation! But she didn’t, she kept true to what our families had decided when she first took over my weekly spankings.

(The End)