Sean Fraser's Predicament

Sean Fraser's Predicament 3

By Ritchie Moore

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SEAN FRASER’S PREDICAMENT

Part3

“Well, Peter, I can see why you were furious. Sean needed something to, what did you say? Take him down a peg. And this certainly does. But how long do you intend to keep it up?”

“Well, Doreen, we’re nearly at the summer holidays. I think we’ll see how it goes through July maybe, and take it from there. But it could be a permanent thing, you know. One of the reasons for putting him through this, and I confess it is quite traumatic for him so far, is to make him – to compel him – to be less shy. He’s preternaturally shy about his body, I hear from his school, and paradoxically (or maybe because of that, when I think about it), he’s been a bit of a bully. A bit cheeky to Jo and me, and something of a bossy Big Brother to Alison. So this programme is intended to deal with all that.”

“There’s another aspect to this too, Doreen,” said Jo. “So far we have him naked at home, with the odd exhibition, can I call it, to visitors like yourselves and Alison’s friends.”

“Oh,” said her sister-in-law with a laugh, “Alison’s friends? He must have hated that!”

“He did, but it was exactly what was needed, to expose him to quite a few girls of that age. It fulfils those two purposes – punishment by embarrassment, and also starting the process of losing his ... over-modesty.”

“So, don’t tell me, you’re thinking of having him naked more often, somehow? In the garden maybe? What about the neighbours?”

“Ah,” said Peter, “on one side we have a couple a bit older than we are, who should be no trouble, and on the other there’s the Thomases, who are a young couple with a toddler. That should be all right, too. We’re far enough from the nearest other houses to avoid upsetting the parents, or kids, though they’re mostly girls, when I think of it. If they happened to be peering at us through a telescope or binoculars maybe, but that’s unlikely.”

“Unless,” said his sister drily, “they had heard there was a show going on!”

“Hmm. Well, we can deal with that when it arises. So it’s very possible. We have him in the garden – both front and back – and on the verandah of course, as we said before. He’ll get the sun, and his pathological modesty will get the treatment.”

“And the girls will get their thrill.”

He looked at Doreen and fingered his chin.

“Yes, I suppose. We can’t deny them that. It’s only natural, of course.”

“There is also – ahem!” said Doreen, “the possibility of arousal.”

“What?” said Jo, raising her eyebrows. “They’ll be sexually stimulated, you mean? Oh, maybe, in fact it’s rather probable. Well. If so, that’s it, we’ll just have to accept it, surely? The situation is, after all, pretty well protected, if you know what I mean.”

“Yes, Jo, but I meant Sean.”

“Oh! Of course – he’ll be liable to get an erection, you mean? Yes, it’s quite possible. What then?”

“We accept it,” said his father, “as a natural consequence of his situation. I don’t think we can ignore it, though, that would be silly and hypocritical. Like ignoring the elephant in the room, as they say. At the same time, we shouldn’t go out of our way to call attention to it, I’d say.”

“Yes,” said Jo, “if it happens – when it happens – we can talk about it off-handedly, maybe, accepting it, not making too much of it, yet not turning a blind eye.”

“Exactly,” said Peter. “What do you think, Doreen?”

His sister nodded, with a faint smile. “That’s probably the best way to go. Well! The girls will be back from the shops around three, perhaps, so they’ll be here when Sean comes home from school. They’re looking forward to it, I suspect. I do hope, though, that they’re not going to take too much advantage of him, as Alison seems to be doing with that camera club malarkey!”

Peter smiled wryly and said “Not too much. Actually I think how much is still to be seen. To be arranged, so to speak. What utter limits we put on his embarrassment. I’ll monitor this, and Jo will monitor it mostly, I suppose, me being off at work half the time, but we’ll play it by ear, all right, Jo? And if we see it’s getting just too much, we’ll relax things....”

“Yet not cancel it entirely,” said Jo.

“Yes,” said Doreen,, “keep it up as long as you can. I really do see that it’s for his own good, and in the long run he’s going to see that for himself, I’m sure. Oh look! It’s really sunny! Why not start the en plein air today, hmm? Play ball, or Frisbee, say, in the back garden.”

“Right,” said her brother. “I’ll talk to the neighbours on the way to work.”

Sean had been looking forward to escaping the leers of those girls at school in the holidays the next week. But he realised with a moan that there’d be all the more opportunity for his cousins to
poke fun. This wasn’t supposed to be the way it should go, surely! How could he get used to being nude when he was constantly reminded of it when clothed, and sniggered at when naked? They were supposed to accept it too, weren’t they? Take it in their stride. But nooo, they had made no secret of their enjoyment of the situation. Oh hell. Get back home and strip off again, and try to be Zeno. But it was fucking difficult!

His sister joined him at the end of the road, and eyed him with amusement. He looked at her sourly and muttered “What?”

“Oh, Sean, I should congratulate you on how you’re standing up (sorry! A Freudian slip!) – how you’re bearing up to the trials of being gawked at by the girls at school. Most of them, the middle classes at least, four and five, have seen you in dishabille, or whatever it is, or the pictures we took. So you really have nothing much more to worry about. I don’t think the first years should be exposed to your obscene bits, though. The seniors, yes. But then you’re finished – once seen, that’s it, surely! Unless....”

He glared at her. “Unless what?”

“Unless Mum and Dad want to expand it somehow. In fact, I’m thinking of telling Miss Denham about you.” She named the Vice-Principal who also took classes in Health Science.

“What? Miss – wait, you’re not thinking – oh no! Don’t be bloody daft, you can’t get me in there as a ... specimen, guinea pig or something! It’d be illegal I bet. Don’t think—”

“Well,” she said with a playful grin, “it’s just an idea. Thinking of what Aunt Doreen was saying to the girls that first night. It’d be really educational. Just an idea!”

He sighed and scowled all the way to their front door. Alison went in, and Sean squared his shoulders and thought of Zeno, and entered on another shaming evening. The girls were there already, talking to his rotten sister and evidently waiting to goggle at his marvellous body. Shit!

They stopped talking as soon as they saw him, and stood around with gleeful smiles as he slowly undressed. Once he was naked, they eyed him up and down and went off, resuming their conversation and grinning, saying something about him that he really didn’t want to hear. Then his mother came by to look at him with satisfaction. He could see that she liked looking at him, and he was intelligent enough to guess her admiration for a comely body, but oh, it was too much!

“Sean, it’s a nice sunny day, and I want you to go out to the back garden and have a game of ball with the girls.”

“What! No, listen....”

“Yes. You listen. The neighbours have been warned, and are okay with it. They couldn’t care less actually. So out you go and have a game. For an hour or so, then tea. All right?”

Again, it was not all right. But again, that didn’t matter. This was an escalation he had feared, and here it was. Somehow out in the open he felt even more naked and vulnerable. The girls naturally were pleased at this development, and it gave them lots of opportunities for studying his nude physique, and by Christ they made no bones about their interest, or fixation, on his balls and bum. He stretched his body to catch and fling the Frisbee, and the girls liked the sight (and remarked on it to his chagrin). Somehow or other he got through it, and in fact he came to realise when they were called in to tea he had actually forgotten about his exposure, and he’d actually enjoyed himself. But would it last?

After tea the children were sent out again to take advantage of the remaining sun, but Sean bolted upstairs, and his mother sent Alexa upstairs to fetch him down. Then she went off to her kitchen to make preparations for supper and gossip with Doreen, and forgot about them.

The thirteen-year-old got to the door of the boy’s bedroom and peeked in, but couldn’t see him. Then on an impulse she tried the door of the bathroom. It was unlocked.

Sean looked up in terror at his cousin, whose face broke into an amazed grin as she saw him sitting on the lavatory, evidently enjoying a quiet shit. He couldn’t move of course, and had to endure her roving eyes taking in every part of the scene. Then he farted, and she broke into squeals of laughter. He thought his blushes couldn’t possibly grow any brighter, but then the other girls, curious as to what was taking so long, tumbled in the door, to stand gawking at this hitherto private act.

“Ooh, Sean,” said Kristina, “so this is where you are! Having a good shit, are you? And why is the door open?”

“Oh, that’s because he’s forbidden to lock it,” said his sister. “He has no privacy any more.”

“Oh really?” said Alexa, evidently pondering what advantage could be taken of this new rule.

Sean farted again, and all of them laughed, revelling in his acute embarrassment. It was one thing to be seen naked, but a hell of a difference being seen naked shitting! He shut his eyes and groaned. And he had to continue!

The girls lounged about the bathroom eying him and talking among themselves, now and then casting a remark his way, following it with a salacious guffaw. He couldn’t answer them, being struck dumb with mortification at this dreadful turn of events. In a few minutes he realised he was finished, and reached for the bum-paper, and they looked up with new interest. He sighed and reached behind to wipe himself, and the girls stood over him to observe the process, giving him advice on how to do it.

“For God’s sake!” he burst out, “let me wipe my arse and get out of here!”

“Sure,” said Veronica, “but you’ll have to let us inspect the result!”

He shook his head and sighed, and rose from the pan, turning round and bending down. “Go ahead, you harpies,” he said savagely, “look all you want!”

They took advantage of the invitation and gave his anus a rigorous examination. Then Alexa slapped his bum and said “Right! Let’s go! Outside again!”

The girls smacked their lips as they looked forward to another revealing game, and trooped down and out, Sean trailing after them in some misery. Jo looked at them out the back window and decided to go next door to introduce her sister-in-law to the Thomases, with an hour or so to kill before Peter came home from the mill. Thus there was no-one to answer the door when Marjorie Logan knocked.

She knocked without result, then thought about the back door. “Hm,” she murmured to herself, “I can leave the togs at the back, they’ll be safe enough. Okay.”

Round she went, to see a nude Sean and four clothed girls in a game of catch. They didn’t see her at first, and she took the time to gaze salaciously at the boy she knew had a crush on her. Well! He’s still naked! Not a bad body, that! And see how his cock waggles to and fro and up and down! God! I must see more of this!

She moved forward, and they caught sight of her, turning to her with smiles. Sean stopped in mid-motion with the ball in his hands above his head, looking at her in total shock and horror.
He groaned and dropped the ball, covering his genitals and shutting his eyes. The girls meanwhile greeted the new arrival and introductions were made. Alison explained to Marjorie what was going on, and the news was received with a wide grin.

“It’s about those clothes he had to get out of,” she said, “I’ve got them here. My dad said I should bring them back. So here they are, Sean. You want to put them on?”

She looked at him pertly and held out a bundle, inviting him to approach and raise his hands to accept his shorts, belt and underpants. He was still frozen, and blinked at her in dismay. Then Alison, his fucking traitor of a sister, called out “Sean! Remember what Dad said. No covering up!”

He couldn’t believe he was in this situation. He just knew his relatives would tell his parents about his disobedience, so he had to – Christ! – drop his hands. But at least he could turn his back, to show his arse to the interested classmate, who all too predictably gave a glad (lewd!) cry of admiration, and had the gall to say it was a fine sight. Veronica remembered her mother’s words of Saturday and went up to the trembling boy, pointing out his beautiful features to the new girl.

“Yes, Marjorie! You’ve seen him at school, but this is better, isn’t it, you see him as he really is, undressed and open. Look at his spine, going down to the waist, with the little dimples there above the swell of his bum! And see the hollows on his thighs, on either side of the bum! The beautiful roundnesses, and that cleft, the natal cleft, in between. Which hints at the hole in the middle.”

She put her hand on the nape of his neck and nudged his head down, and he bent his body in automatic obedience. The girls took in the view of his anus and shrieked with laughter, Marjorie the loudest. Sean jerked up and started to swear at them but Alison jumped in and told him to shut up, and just submit. He straightened up again with something like a sob, and Veronica continued her presentation.

“Yes, Marjorie, he’s jolly well made! Look at the shoulder blades,” she said, fingering them delicately. “Look at the spine.” Her hand stroked down to the – oh! – to the bottom of the vertebrae to tickle those little dimples, then – oh God! – to caress the bum. Sean quailed and tried to say something but all that came out was a sort of mew of distress. Then it got worse, as he could have predicted. He was surrounded by the five of them, Marjorie being allowed to face him, to take in that tout ensemble the others had already gawked at, while the hapless boy could only stand before her, his hands at his sides, his cheeks blushing mightily, and his penis—

There was a quick indrawing of breath when they saw his disloyal member start to twitch and slowly engorge with blood that wasn’t being used for his blushes. They watched in silent fascination as it jerked up little by little, accompanied by shuddering breaths from Sean, till it stood totally up, pointing to the sky and throbbing in its arousal.

“God!” exclaimed Alexa, “I wondered if he’d do that! So that’s an erection!”

“Yes,” answered Kristina, “we call it a hard-on, too. Marjorie, have you seen one?”

The girl blushed herself and shook her head. “Not yet, this is the first time. But what a first time!
Hey, Sean you’re really something, you know! How big are you?”

He spluttered and took a deep breath, determined to get through this somehow. “Six inches and a bit, I think.”

“Yeah,” she said, eyeing it. “That sounds about right. Six and a half maybe. You have nothing to be ashamed of!”

“That’s what we were telling him last Saturday,” said Alexa. “And look at his proportions and his muscles!”

“Yes,” chimed in Veronica, eager to show him off, and eager to trace the points on his nice bare skin. “There’s his ribs, there’s his belly, and his bellybutton, and the muscles leading us down...” and her fingertips went down too, “to the pubis. They call that arc, those muscles, the Girdle of Aphrodite – in a girl of course. In a boy, it’s called the Adonis Belt. Isn’t that a good name? It’s really called the ‘iliac furrow’, I think. But the Adonis Belt is better, on this Adonis anyway.”

Her forefinger again went down that enticing furrow, and on the other side, and Sean trembled and opened his mouth, but couldn’t utter a sound.

“There’s his pubic hair, there’s his cock and his ballocks, all so neat! Yes, neat. Mum liked the look of him, we like the look of him, don’t you?”

“Oh yes,” breathed Marjorie, laughing. “I’ve been wondering about him, to tell the truth, about what he was like, and here he is! Not just his prick, either, but the whole thing, and a hard-on as well!” She raised his eyes to his. “I’m going to remember this. All of it. Your arse, your prick, your ballocks. Whenever I see you, it’ll come back to me, and it’ll make me smile. I should thank you for that! So—”

She put her arms round his neck and leaned in to kiss him on the mouth. He reacted in startled surprise, but returned the pressure on her lips. She stood back and moved her arms down his body to his waist, which flinched at the contact. Then she grinned and allowed her fingers to follow the paths set out by Veronica. The belly, the Belt of this young Adonis, leading down to the pubic bone, ignoring at first the erect member that presented itself to her smirking.... His own hands waved about aimlessly in a sort of confusion, wanting oh so strongly to cover himself up, but he couldn’t! “For God’s sake, Sean,” said Alison, “put your hands on the nape of your neck! Get them out of the way, give them somewhere to stay!”

He did that, looking down at his classmate’s hands, which she clasped together as if wondering what next to choose from the delicious menu in front of her. Then she smiled and put them on his thighs, rubbing her palms over the dips in the flesh where thigh met backside. He moaned a sort of protest, and her smile widened, her hands going back to the rounds of his bum to squeeze and stroke, fondle and excite, making him move his pelvis towards her, and offer that hard-on to her, asking her to attend to it. “Yes, Sean,” she muttered, “we’ll get to that.”

He looked her in the eyes and made to ask a question, or rather make a request, and her smile grew into a laugh, in which the other girls joined. “Yes, Sean! I will. You want it, don’t you?”

With an immense feeling of shame he nodded. Yes, he admitted to himself, he wanted her to go on, to touch him, to stroke him, to wank him! Yes! And the girl took pity on his misery and started to bring him relief.

First she drew her fingers back to his thighs, to those attractive hollows, to pass her hands over them with soft almost silky caresses, making humming noises through her closed lips that were in a constant smile. Sean was taking gasping breaths and looking at her with what seemed, to the cousins, a pleading sort of devotion. Was he really going to accept her hands on his prick? Oh yes.

But first she put her index finger on his perineum, at which he let out a startled yelp, drawing more of a grin from her. She drew it towards her, following the seam, to the base of the scrotum and up, up, to where it met the underside of the penis. There she paused, and with the back of her hand she brushed up the quivering member to its tip, then again, and again, at each passage watching it throb more excitedly, it seemed. Then a delicate hold on that incredible shaft. So this was what they all talked about! And hey, it was so warm! Like his red face of course. She looked straight into his eyes with patent lust and gave the penis a tender squeeze. He bucked and gave another moan, of pleasure, or what? All right. Now start seriously. Her fingers went up that little pole to its end, to toy with the skin at its tip, God that’s his foreskin! And it moves, it pulls back, it’s so fascinating, see how it moves, back and forth, and he’s gasping, he’s choking, he’s having a seizure or something!

They all watched with renewed wonder at the first ejaculation.

“God!” yelled Alexa, “it’s ... it’s amazing!”

The experienced Veronica smiled reminiscently and said “Yeah, it is! Congratulations, Sean, a fine performance!”

His sister didn’t know what to say. She just hoped their mother and aunt weren’t watching.
Kristina heaped her own praise on the exhibition, and produced a hanky to clean the dripping tool. Sean was standing with drooping head, panting, and wondering what the development of this latest shaming would be. It would happen again, right? Now that they knew how to go about it. And oh Christ Marjorie had pulled him off, and she’d tell her gang, wouldn’t she? What’s the rest of the summer going to be like?

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