Joey 4

By Red Rover

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Joey Goes to Camp, Chapter 4.

Setting: Glenview Heights, a middle class housing development outside a small Midwestern city. Time – late 1960’s.

Characters: The Worden Family - Mother Agatha age 41 (divorced), Children: Mary (14), Joey, (13) and Cathy (12)

The rest of the school day was, of course, a nightmare for Joey. Wearing that ridiculous loin cloth with his bare bottom sticking out and only the thin strip of cloth covering his boy parts, he was the target of stares and giggles as he went between classes. In class, each teacher insisted that he bend over her desk while she inspected his bottom and testicles for “irritation.” This usually resulted in the application of “goop” to his private parts, much to the amusement of the girls in the class. At lunch, he had to stand at the end of a long line of kids and endure what seemed to be an endless series of pats and rubs on his bare bottom along with occasional display of his penis and testicles for curious girls.

After school, Joey’s clothes were placed in a paper bag and handed to Cathy. When Joey pleaded to be allowed to cover himself for the trip home, Cathy smacked his bottom and said. “You won’t need pants for the next couple of days.”

After they left the school building, Cathy paused to talk to other girls, deliberately extending the conversations to allow the maximum possible number of girls to see Joey’s embarrassment and to examine and fondle his bottom and boy parts. Three of Cathy’s friends followed them home, where Mary and two of HER friends were already snacking in the kitchen.

“Hi, Joey,” Tammy giggled. “Is this the latest fashion for junior high boys?”

Joey grumbled something and tried to retrieve the bag with his clothes in it.

“Not so fast, little boy,” Cathy smirked, stifling a giggle. “I’m sure Mary, Tammy and Brandy want a full report on your adventures at school today.”

“Definitely, Joey, it must have been loads of fun,” Brandy said, running her palm over Joey’s bare bottom and patting gently.

Cathy grabbed a cookie and accepted a glass of milk from Mary. As Joey shifted from foot to foot and his face grew steadily redder, the six other girls were regaled with all the gory details of the most humiliating day of Joey’s young life. Finally, Cathy gave him his clothes back and sent him off to his basement room with a sharp swat on his already sore bottom.

At dinner a week later, Mrs. Worden waved a large envelope around. “This is the application and brochure for Joey’s summer camp. We’ll all go over it rigt after Joey’s bath.”

After dinner, Tammy and Brandy arrived for the night’s entertainment. Joey undressed, grumbling as usual, and the four girls escorted him into the bathroom for his nightly bath. The four girls giggled as they scrubbed his body clean, taking every opportunity to allow their bare hands to fondle and poke every part of his body. When he protested too much over Tammy’s fondling his testicles, Cathy grabbed the large plastic bath brush and delivered five hard smacks to his bare, wet bottom. Joey yelped in pain and humiliation, but the girls continued scrubbing until his whole bare body was pink and shiny. Toweling him dry was a further opportunity for exploring and rubbing the boy’s private parts and the girls took full advantage of it.

After his bath, Joey was allowed to put on a T-shirt which barely reached the top of his thighs and the five kids gathered around the living room as Mrs. Worden passed around the brochures “Wow,” Mary exclaimed. “It says here that you shouldn’t bring any clothing, not even shoes and socks.”

“Weird,” Tammy said, wide-eyed. “Is it a nudist camp?”

Cathy laughed. “No, silly. Look at the pictures. All the kids are wearing shorts and shirts or bathing suits. But they are all the same design, just in different colors.”

“Yes,” Mary read aloud. “Camp staff will provide all clothing to be worn by campers and staff. This is necessary to simplify the process of clothing issue and cleaning.”

“Makes sense,” Mrs. Worden commented. “You can see that all the boys and girls are wearing big buttons with their names on them. So I guess they just sort the laundry by size and color and issue it out like they do for gym classes.”

Joey’s face brightened a bit. “It does look like fun. They have swimming, tennis, volleyball and lots of other games. Plus hiking and nature study.” He was beginning to feel less apprehensive about the prospects.

“You’ll need a medical examination and a tetanus shot, too. “ His mother stated. “I’ll make an appointment with Doctor King.”

Joey grimaced. “I hate shots,” he exclaimed.

Cathy giggled, “You’re just a big baby about it. It’s no big deal.”

“Fine,” Joey responded. “You can come along and take a shot first as an example. With your chubby butt, you probably won’t even feel it.”

“My butt is NOT chubby,” Cathy whined, sticking out her tongue at her brother. “I am a girl and girls just have bigger hips than boys, so there.”

She scaled a throw pillow at Joey. Unfortunately, joey ducked and the pillow hit Tammy full in the face. She promptly retaliated and soon all five kids were ducking and dodging and the living room was swamped with errant pillows and wrestling kids. Mrs. Worden prudently made a beeline for the kitchen and escaped serious damage.

End of Chapter 4

(The End)