And So It Began 3

By Running Bare

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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And So It Began Part 3

One of the most vivid memories of my naked times was when Mrs. Wagner, Eddy’s mother, came to our house with Eddy. I was made to answer the door naked without covering my genitals, of course. After opening it there stood Mrs. Wagner with a fully clothed Eddy standing right next to her. I distinctly remember her first remark.

“Oh, Kenny, aren’t you precious. Look Eddy now he can be naked without worrying about getting in trouble. And, in the broad daylight you can see everything even the wrinkles in his little ball sack. Look! Oh, of course, you probably have already seen him naked in the broad daylight, haven’t you? But, I must admit it’s the first time I have been able to see his little package and I’m enjoying the view.” All said with a ration of sarcasm and the attitude that justice was being served.

I also remember my mother greeting the two and Eddy being told, as we entered the living room, “Go ahead, why don’t you two sit on the floor so Eddy can play with your penis.”

Both of us were hesitant.   I mean how awkward can a situation get? Two boys, one naked, one dressed, and both mothers in a room while the naked boy’s mother suggests the clothed boy play with her son’s boy parts. Gotta admit that’s strange.   As the naked boy, I can tell you it does tend to excite the juices responsible for erections. I was stiff.

Mrs. Wagner said to my mom, “Good God, what kind of genes has that child got? Look at that penis. It must be five inches long. And, that cute little mushroom on top of that long stem. Looks good enough to eat, doesn’t it?” I couldn’t believe they were talking like that right in front of us. “Go ahead Eddy, play with his peepee for us.”

“Well, you’re a pretty good judge of size. His erect penis is just a hair under five inches. Billy and Karen measured it.” Both laughed.

At first Eddy and I sat cross legged looking at each other and making small talk. Both mothers were just sitting there watching us. One would think they would be involved in chit-chat or something, but they weren’t and we both felt like we were on stage.

“Go on Eddy grab a handful of boyhood there. Kenny’s penis is yours to play with.” She repeated her directive as both mothers sat on the couch watching. Mrs. Wagner’s tone was one of anticipation mixed with sarcastic disapproval. It was hard to figure out what all this was about.

Eddy just sat there with a stunned look. Then his mother came down on the floor next to him. She slapped the thigh of his bare leg just where it met the hem of his shorts. “Move over. Let me show you what to do.” There was almost a simultaneous grasp put on my erection. Her handling was very aggressive—firm and forceful. She pulled my penis so hard I’m surprised it stayed attached.   “Kenny lie down and spread ‘em so I can see what I’m doing here.” She pushed my chest until I reclined on the carpet. I was scared. She took my entire ball sack between her finger and thumb and pressed hard causing me to buckle. After momentarily playing with my free swaying dick, she aggressively pushed her finger into my anus. “God you are a beautiful boy. What a specimen you’ve got here Marianne.” She flipped my unusually long erection and spouted, “You’re gonna make some lucky girl very happy indeed.”   Then to my mother she chided, “Size matters”, whatever that meant.

At the time, I remember thinking “I just wish she’d get her finger out of my ass hole”. I was beginning to feel like I was going to, at the very least, fart with her finger stuck all the way in there.

“Marianne, I was going to take the boys to lunch at Yaz’s would you like to come along?”

“No, Sharon, thanks anyway, but I’ve got three other kids I have to feed and take care of.”

“Let Karen make lunch for the other boys, she can handle it.”

“No, I’m going to stay home, but you take Kenny and have a good time.”

Now, this was the first major glitch in what had been going on over the past couple of days. I was nude and she wanted me to go with her to lunch at a public place. At the very least it was something I hadn’t thought about, but had my mother? I mean was she prepared to send me out into the world naked as the day I was born?

“Mom, what am I going to wear? I mean I can’t go naked,” I asked.

“Oh sure you can Kenny.   You didn’t mind showing your stuff to passing motorists at night when you and Eddy played your version of truth or dare. You should be happy they can see it a little better in the daylight.” Mrs. Wagner was relentless.

“Mom, the sign,” Eddy interrupted her.

“What sign?”

“The sign on the door at Yaz’s. It says, ‘No shoes, no shirt, no service’. He can’t go in there naked.   They won’t let him.”

Thank god for Eddy’s observation and attempt at getting me out from under that startling moment.

“You know, he’s right!” Mrs. Wagner remembered. What a relief, until... “Marianne have you got some flip flops and a t-shirt we can use?”

My mother grinned at the idea and went up to my room. She returned a pair of Nikes and a Red Sox t-shirt. She handed me the clothing and said, “Put these on.”

After donning the t-shirt I pulled the bottom down in an attempt to cover my equipment.   Wasn’t going to happen. No matter how I adjusted it, my penis and scrotum peeked out from underneath as I’m sure did the bottom of my ass cheeks.

“Now there you go. Everything fits just right.” Both my mother and Mrs. Wagner were delighted and smiling.

Mom then chided Mrs. Wagner, “Sharon, I just wish I could see old Mr. Sullivan’s (he owned Yaz’s) face when you bring him in like this.”

“Well he has a shirt and shoes, now doesn’t he? Tell you what, I’ll take a cell phone picture and send it to you. ” She chuckled back.

I remember even Eddy was smiling. I think he kind of got off on making me parade around nude and was living vicariously as a flasher through me. This was the perfect predicament for him to do it, too. My observation was even more supported by his comment at that point, “Too bad he doesn’t have a half shirt to wear instead.” With that all three laughed. I was beginning to wonder how strong our friendship was.

Yes, we went to Yaz’s. Mrs. Wagner paraded us both in. I tried to stay as close to the back of Eddy as I could. It limited the scenery to my bare butt cheeks sticking out beneath the back of the shirt.   “Where’s his pants?” Old man Sullivan asked.

“What?” Mrs. Wagner acted completely unaware.

“His pants.The boy’s pants. Where are they?” Mr. Sullivan pointed at my penis.

“Oh, he’s on a therapy program. He has to stay naked all the time. Here, here’s a prescription signed by the psychiatrist.” She produced a copy of Dr. Cheryl’s prescription for him to look at.

“I never heard of such a thing. I don’t think this is a good idea.” He complained.

“Well, then, are you a restaurant owner or a doctor?” Mrs. Wagner was ready to get into it.

“Did you read my sign?”

“Yes, and he has a shirt and shoes on. It says nothing about pants.” She argued.

As the discussion began to heat up, Mrs. Sullivan came out from the kitchen. “What’s the problem?”

“The boy, the little boy over there. He’s naked.” Her husband pointed out.

“Oh, he’s beautiful. What a darling little peepee.” The old lady wasn’t the least bit judgemental. “What’s the problem?”

“We can’t let him in here like that. You think that’s a good idea?”

“Oh, he’ll be fine. “

With all this going on, I happened to glimpse around and by that time almost every other diner was looking squarely at my lower body, some getting frontal shots, some backside and some a little of both. Yes, as usual, I was hard as a rock. My penis was supporting the t-shirt rather than being partially covered by it.

“We don’t need a bare bottom on our chairs. What if he leaves marks?” The old man was trying to make his case. I was secretly hoping he would.

Mrs. Sullivan was on the girls’ side. “Just let them eat and don’t get so testy. Let Antonio wipe the seat down when he clears the table.”

Mr. Sullivan relented and grabbed three menus. He grunted and motioned for us to follow. As we left the podium, Mrs. Sullivan shouted, “Make him sit with his legs spread so we can all watch that cute penis.”

Mrs. Wagner took advantage of the older lady’s acceptance. “Would you mind holding up the front of his t-shirt so I can send a picture to his mother?”

“Not at all, not at all. What a cute little wiener he has there.”

The flash went off as Mrs. Sullivan assisted. Then it went off from various different angles. I know this because my mother has actual prints of those pictures framed and on display in our house. Mrs. Sullivan, menus in one hand and my t-shirt hoisted by the other. My penis was sticking out straight as an arrow. And in the darkened background fifty or sixty gawking onlookers sitting at tables and in booths. I don’t think you could identify a single customer tending to their lunch. All were fixed on the naked kid’s boy things.   It wouldn’t be quite so bad if the photos weren’t so clear.

“I’m sorry but he is soooo good looking. Why has it taken this long for someone to bring him in here naked?” Mrs. Simmons kept the shirt up as she continued to inspect my hard on.

Mrs. Wagner then responded, “Oh, don’t worry about that. I’d make him take the shirt off as well if you didn’t have that policy.”

Both women waved with a high five kind of gesture.

We were seated and I was instructed to keep my penis in clear view. During the meal Eddy was told to rub my stuff. He did so and again almost everyone watched with glued attention. I’m surprised much eating was getting done. It was as if we were more interesting than their lunches.

“Hey, Kenny, all these people are looking at your wiener,” Eddy was grinning with delight. I was beginning to question whether our best friend’s status was built on shaky ground. I mean he was supposed to be helping to protect me not delighting in my embarrassment. “Hey, Mom, maybe we can make him do a little dance for them when we are leaving. You know, tell him to lift up his shirt and wiggle his thing.” After that I knew my doubt was well placed.

“Well, Honey, I guess we could do that. I think the people would get a kick out of it.”

“Not Mr. Simmons though,” Eddy noted.

“No, not Mr. Simmons. I do think Mrs. Simmons would like it though. She’d think it was cute. What do you think Kenny?”

I sat silently not knowing what to say. I could feel my flushed face pale a little more as I caught glimpses of the number of cliental who were staring at my erect penis sticking out from under my short t-shirt from between my spread legs. There were some who would act like they’d seen a kid’s penis before. But they still took quick glances to wet their curiosity. Nobody showed any signs of disgust or protest.

“Kenny, I asked you a question.”

“I don’t want to. Can I close my legs now?”

“What and deprive all these meat gazers of that wonderful peepee of yours? No, don’t even think about it. You sit there with those legs spread. In fact pull up the shirt. Go on up to your navel. Let them have a good look. I’d bet there are at least fifteen or twenty of them who would live to latch on to that critter. Eddy why don’t you pull on your friend’s penis? Just give it a grab and a few tugs for the people.”

I’d just started to question whether all females were so intrigued with kid’s penises when I felt Eddy’s grasp. His cold hand encircled my erection and he pulled it sharply, not once but twice. Several of the other diners chuckled at the sight.

“Are you folks ready to order?” Simultaneously, the waitress flipped her pad open and clicked her pen.

Mrs. Wagner looked first to her son, “Eddy?”

“I’ll have a hotdog, fries, and a Coke.”

Then the waitress said, “You want your friend’s hotdog? We could cut it off and grill it up for you.” Guess she thought that was cute. “From the size of it, I’d say you’d have a pretty good lunch.” Then she turned to me, “And you, boner boy? How old are you anyway?”

“Eleven,” I mumbled.

“Eleven? Some girl is going to have some fun with that. I don’t think I know any guy who could have been that hung at eleven.”

In order to shut her up I started to order, “I’m not very hungry. I’ll have fries and a Coke.”

Mrs. Wagner then acted parental, “That’s not much of a lunch. I know you are in a bad position here, Honey, but you can’t lose your appetite over it. Look, you’re going to be naked for a log time. You might as well get used to it now. You sure you don’t want a hamburger or something?”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Okay, suit yourself. I’ll have the chef’s salad with blue cheese dressing and iced tea please.”

“I know it’s a little unusual, but so is having a naked kid with a five inch boner sitting here, but could I cop a little feel?” The waitress obviously had no shame.

“If you do, you’d better make sure you wash your hands in front of all these onlookers or they won’t want to eat here again.”

The server bent her knees and fumbled around with my penis and ball sack. She finished up by pinching the tip of my penis hard. “Oh, he’s soooo cute.” Then she left.

After lunch we went to the register to check-out. Mrs. Wagner ordered me to lift my shirt up, face the crowd, and wiggle my hips so “your boner dances.” As if that weren’t enough, she then told me to bend over with my “cute little ass facing them, spread your cheeks and wink at them”. When I did so, there was actually a round of applause. No indignation, just applause and laughter.

I had to relive the whole ordeal when she brought me home and had coffee with my curious mother. Mrs. Wagner reported almost every detail from “When we went in he tried to hide front shots from everyone by sticking close to Eddy. You should have seen old man Simmons. If it wasn’t for Mrs. Simmons finding him cute that way, we probably wouldn’t have been served.” To, “When we left I made him do his little flopping peepee dance and then bend over, spread his cheeks and ‘wink’ at them.”

As we watched television and I was further embarrassed by reliving it though listening to the chit chat, Eddy reached over and grabbed my penis and yanked it again.   Then when I had settled back down he lifted it and punched my ball sack causing me to groan and buckle over. He laughed and I got angry.  Just as I began my retaliatory assault by punching him in the stomach, Mom ordered, “Kenny, take the shirt off. You’re home, you don’t need covering.”

I had no idea where my brothers and sister were. Turns out, Karen was out gathering her girl friends to “come to my house and feel my brother’s wiener”.

I’ll just stop here and let your imagination run wild as to what happened when the all showed up an hour or so later. In front of all those girls, Eddy ended up being the first to smoke my cigar, if you follow my drift. His mother made him do it in front of all those girls. Worst part was when my mother told him to “bite the tip, hard” before he was allowed to pull off. It hurt. Man did it hurt.

That was how it all began. Let’s just say, that year there were many other places and many other faces.

(The End)