And So It Began 4

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 4

One of the more memorable days I had, shortly after the nudity verdict was passed down by Dr. Cheryl, was the first visit of my Aunt Jenny and my six year old cousin Molly.(Jenny, if you will recall, is my father’s younger sister. She’s the one who ran around, at eight or nine years of age, while visiting the scout camp as Dad told, it pulling on the swinging meat of all the tenderfoot boys who were required to stay nude for the two week session.) Surprisingly, I was allowed to wear a pair of briefs so as not to traumatize my little cousin. Actually as my mother put it, “I’m not sure that your Aunt would approve of a naked boy your age being around Molly. After all she doesn’t have any brothers and her father has been out of the picture for the past four years. Let’s just be safe and you can wear your underwear while they’re here.”

An interesting thing happened that sunny day in late June. Our family had a sixteen foot pool that was set up as a family ritual every summer. It was supported by a three or four foot aluminum wall. What I remember most was the process of setting it up and my father’s impatience with we kids following his instructions while helping him. We all kind of hated the setup but did enjoy the end product. That year, I do remember having to be naked and all the other kids getting to wear swim attire while setting it up. It was another embarrassing situation during my eleventh year, as up until then I too was permitted swim attire and t-shirts. There were occasions that we were all restricted to swim in our underwear, but never before did I remember having to swim naked. I did appreciate the fact that, early that summer, other than Eddy, a couple of other boys from my class, and a couple of Karen’s friends, only immediate family members and adults were invited to our pool activities. Not that Karen’s friends didn’t actively pursue their curiosities with me and then blab about it all over the neighborhood anyway.

Other things did happen to expose my boyhood to the world though. Let’s not forget the humiliation of that lunch excursion I had to take with Eddy and his mother. I think Mom and Dad wanted to introduce my penis and testicles to the outside world at a cautious pace. I think other people’s impressions were something they were concerned about.   I can honestly say, most of those who were at least visually entertained by my usually erect penis might feign disgust, but were actually more than happy to stare and photograph the scene with smiles on their faces. I know there were many acting upset who really would have loved to feel my appendages. The hypocrisy of those folks was very apparent. Their false disgust was just lipstick for their longing to get closer.

Anyway, Aunt Jenny, my father’s youngest sister, and her daughter Molly were to visit for a weekend. I, of course, was quite thrilled that my parents felt it best that I was at the very least covered minimally. Briefs provided the most coverage I’d been permitted for two weeks. As luck would have it my mother threw me a pair of navy blue ones. They were more Speedo looking than my tightywhities and revealed less transparencywhen wet. They did however cling better giving a usually graphic relief map of my nether regions. But, hey, who could complain at least the skin was covered.

I remember my folks sitting in the web covered aluminum yard chairs as my mother suggested I take Molly in the pool and keep an eye on her. Half expecting my Aunt Jenny to put her in a two piece pink or purple little bikini, I waited for my young cousin to get ready. To my complete surprise Jenny stripped Molly right out there in the backyard. Patted her bare ass and said, “Go with Kenny.”   She was stopped by my mother. “Honey, you need some sunscreen on or you’ll burn your little bottom.” Jenny just smiled. Then Mom did something unthinkable. She threw me the bottle of sunscreen and asked me to put it on her.

I was uncomfortable to say the least. I mean I’d never touched a naked kid other than Eddy before. And he was a boy who was my age. I mean how was I supposed to handle or should I say not handle a little girl’s private area? It was definitely awkward. I waited for Aunt Jenny to object, but she didn’t. She just continued her conversation with my father. Molly stood facing me with her arms outstretched in anticipation of the coating. Nervously, I began applying it to her small naked frame. When I got down to her girl areas I hesitated.

“Just put it on there like you did everywhere else. It’s okay, Kenny, you’re family” Jenny offered obviously having sensed my hesitation. I did and at the same time popped a three inch high tent in my jockies. I remember the smooth roundness of her vulva as I put sunscreen on it. Still uncomfortable, I hurriedly moved down her legs. Believe it or not the kid didn’t even flinch. She just continued to stand there looking at the pool with her arms stretched as I put the lotion on her. It was evident it was just a drill she knew well. I turned her around and began doing her back. “Kenny, don’t forget to put some around both holes,” her mother hollered. Just the sound of it was enough to peak my feelings of discomfort. As Molly spread her legs to allow me access, I remember thinking “She must be okay with this because she nonchalantly opened up like it was just part of the drill.” My fingers traced cautiously around the rim of her orifices. My penis was throbbing. “Kenny, don’t be so shy. She’s just a little girl,” Aunt Jenny was actually chuckling at my hesitation. “Go ahead stick your finger in there and make sure she’s all covered.” Cautiously I protruded about a half inch deep into both openings.

When I finished, I tried not to stand up for fear the tent would be a cause for either a whipping or at the very least round of criticism from my parents. That fear was sort lived. Once I finished my mother told me to put water wings on her. I don’t know why because the kid could stand up in the pool and her head and shoulders would be out of the water. But, I put the blow up floatations on her arms.

Still hard as a rock, I continued to sit in the lounge chair. Rather than the usual pose with my legs splayed and my penis in clear view, I sat to the side of the lounge with my knees pressed together to hide my physical condition. Molly kept nagging, “Come on Kenny. Let’s go!” I tried to make some lame excuses not to stand up.

“Kenny, take Molly over to the pool,” my mother ordered.

My only chance of being undetected was to quickly spring to my feet, face the pool (which would put my back to the adults) and sprint the fifty or so feet to the pool with my little cousin. I jumped to my feet as quickly as I could. As I moved to take my first running step toward the pool, my mother said, “Oh and you need to take some towels over there with you too. Wait just a minute.” I knew it looked awkward but I just stood at attention looking out toward the pool with my back to the adults as I waited. Molly reached up and took my hand. She was either unaware or didn’t find my five inch tent curious. Mom returned with the towels, “Here, Kenny”. I waited. “Kenny?” she wanted me to turn to get the towels. I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I remember thinking, if I turn and talk at the same time, maybe the attention would be on my head. The very moment I began my turn, my Aunt said, “That boy has the most beautiful legs for a boy, I’ve ever seen. They are perfect. And, just look at his tan.” Naturally, that brought the attention of the adults down south again. There I stood tented with arms outstretched waiting for the towels.

Jenny continued, “And, from the looks of things, his third leg is quite well developed too.” I was completely devastated as my mother and father laughed. Luckily my siblings were down the street at the time playing with their friends or they’d be laughing too. Molly was oblivious to the comment.

We went to the pool and Molly spent a lot of the time latching on to me. She wanted me to hold her, to throw her, to pull her around on the floating mattress. I was the motor for all of her desired activities. After a half hour it was getting old for me. Needless to say as I became more accustomed to the naked girl, my erection had subsided. Then Jenny yelled, “Kenny, better put more sunscreen on her. It isn’t as waterproof as the label would lead you to believe.” Mom came over and lifted Molly out over the edge of the pool.

“Dry her off and the sunscreen is over there.”

I again coated my cousin with the lotion and again touching her vulva caused my penis to respond. Applying the sunscreen around her vagina and anus caused my penis head to feel like I was going to push right through the tip. Again, to my total embarrassment, that response was noted by Jenny.

“Kenny, why don’t to take off the underpants and swim naked too. It’d make your little friend there feel more comfortable.Wouldn’t have to be the tent pole. It could just flop around freely.” She wasn’t talking about my cousin when she referred to my ‘little friend’ either. “Molly hasn’t ever seen a penis to my knowledge. It wouldn’t hurt her to see yours. Maybe spend some time feeling it too, huh.” She took another sip of wine chuckling at her cleverness. Mom and Dad smiled too.

Holy shit. What was I going to do? Then I heard my mother start explaining my ‘program’ and stating her gratitude at the invitation. “We only let him wear the underwear because we didn’t know how you’d feel about him being naked in front of Molly.”

My aunt was quick to reply, “I think it’d be good for her to see how she and Kenny are different. Besides I’d kind of like to see his little peter myself. I mean, George,” she biffed my Dad’s shoulder and teasingly continued, “where’d he inherit such a long one anyway?”

“Kenny, take off the underpants. Molly should be able to see you. You’ve seen her.” Mom hollered her command across the yard.

“Mooommmm. I’m older than Molly. Pleeeeassseeee...”

“Your mother said to get naked. Do it!” Dad was always blunt.

I slid my wet briefs to the ground while facing the pool. My erection popped free of the elastic and made the usual bounce or two up and down. At this point, the adults and Molly could only see my bare butt.   Then my mother had to press my exposure. “Molly you need to put some sunscreen on Kenny. Kenny, lie down in that frog position so she can put the sunscreen on.”

I wasn’t too keen on the idea that they wanted me to be splayed out with my erect penis exposed to all and allow a six year old to actually manipulate my penis. “Now, Kenny, just spread out a towel and let her put it on you.”

Without turning I tried a ploy. “She’s too little to know how to put the sunscreen on.”

Then Dad hollered, “Did you hear your mother. Lie down and let Molly put the sunscreen on. I’m sure she’ll want to feel your boy parts too. She hasn’t seen them before.   Just do it.”

Slowly I complied. I knew it was either that or feel the wrath of the belt and then do it anyway. It’d be less physically painful to just comply. As I lowered myself, face up, onto the towel my penis became the visual magnet for everyone in the yard. Once on my back, I glimpsed down at my erection. The five inch phallus stood about two inches off my abdomen with the eye of the glans pointing right at my gaze. Molly didn’t ask anything, didn’t “oooo” or “aaah” she grabbed my hardened appendage and pulled it to the side to examine it more fully. I do remember her sitting there silently holding my shaft in a little death grip and looking toward the adults as if to ask, “What is this?”

Sensing her question, Jenny responded to the inquisitive look, “That’s his penis, Molly. Little boys have penises. You can call it his peepee if you want. It’s hard isn’t it?”

Molly just nodded her agreement. “What’s it do?”

My parents deferred answering her questions to her mother, and in this particular case the question left a lot to be answered. “Well that’s where he goes pee pee from. It comes out that little hole in the tip. See it?”

Looking squarely at my bulbous glans she pressed her finger in the hole. Then she gazed back at her mother and nodded again.

“Look at his little bag there, Honey. You can feel it too, but be careful you don’t hurt him. “She pinched the scrotum and stretched it out.” Meanwhile my Aunt Jenny began a barrage of cellphone photographs of the situation.

“Oh my God, Marianne, he’s beautiful. Look at that package.” Jenny wasn’t too discrete, was she? “Look how tan he is down there. What’s he been naked out here for awhile?”

“Just the past two weeks or so,” my mother informed her.

Molly still hadn’t said much of anything. Her mouth was agape as her eyes were glued to my erect appendage. My hands were now interlocked behind my head and my feet were pressed together at the soles. I was in the “frog position” as my mother liked to refer to it.

It didn’t take long until I felt the little hand grab my penis again. “Oh, how cute...” my mother pined. “Go ahead Molly, you touch whatever you’d like as much as you like. George go get the camera, we have to record this.”

Molly, with her fist clenched around my penis, turned to look for affirmation from her mother. “That’s it Molly just keeppulling on that for a few minutes. Does it still feel hard?”

“Yeah,” was the child’s only response as she squeezed and played with my penis.

“Molly, feel that little bag there again, so Uncle George can take a movie,” my testicles had descended from the heat of the sun and I could feel the tiny index finger as it explored my scrotum.

“Momma, there’s something inside there,” there was a hint of excitement in her voice.

“Those are Kenny’s testicles. You can call them balls. Don’t they feel like little balls?” Aunt Jenny wasn’t the picture of couth.

“Yeah,” the six year old offered the same response as she played moving my testes around their enclosure.

It must have been a real scene. A naked almost twelve year old having his penis yanked and balls maneuvered by a water-winged naked six year old girl. Three adults sitting in lawn chairs just watching,recording, laughing and encouraging her exploration.

“Mind if I get some more pictures?” Jenny asked.

“No go right ahead. I must admit it is kind of cute.” My father observed as he videoed the entire session himself.

The kid had a death grip on the shaft of my penis. It was much too long for her to cover it all. I remember her poking my scrotum with the index finger of her left hand while continuing the grip on my shaft. She was intrigued. I started to wiggle a bit and was immediately cautioned by my father.

“Don’t you dare try to pull away. You let her do whatever she wants. She won’t hurt you.” Mom cautioned.

From behind the camera, Dad had to add, “She isn’t going to do much that Eddy hasn’t done to you already.”

Jenny returned with her camera and went immediately to work. “This is soooo cute. Pull on it, Honey.” Click, click, click. “Here, Molly, you put some of this on him now. She squirted some lotion into the child’s hand and she began applying it. Yep, you’re right. She concentrated on my genitalia and didn’t stray far from there. Never touched my face, chest or for that matter my legs. Just coated the penis and scrotum over and over again.

Then Jenny couldn’t stand it. I imagine the days of yore when she felt up the first year scouts kicked in, she sat down across from her daughter. “Here let Mommy feel it too.” I felt the adult hand as it gently stroked my penis from its base to the tip of the glans,“My goodness you’re quite a boy there Kenny.” She twisted the bulbous glans between her thumb and fore finger.

Molly continued to stare inquisitively at what her mother was doing to me. When she started stimulating the glans, the child interrupted, “I want to do that”. Jenny relinquished her hold so Molly could make her clumsy attempt at my glans between her thumb and finger.

Meanwhile Jenny focused her attention on my ball sack. “Ever wonder why little boys’ balls are so plump at times and loose like this. I mean just look at them. When he gets out of the water, they’re like tennis balls. Leave ‘em in the sun for awhile and they’re like all deflated.”

Mom replied, “Shrinkage I guess when he gets them cold. He loosens up when they warm up a bit. But they’ve really just begun their growth spurt. His scrotum used to be the size of a lime and now we’ve got a good sized peach. Go figure.”

Dad interrupted, “Well ladies, when they are cold the testicles naturally retreat into the abdominal area so they maintain heat. When they get hot they extend to try to remain cool. They like to maintain an appropriate temperature and they have a natural adjustment process. I’m surprised you didn’t learn that in biology or sex-ed when you were in school.”

Jenny was the only one to respond, “No, shit. First, I heard that.”The next remark from Jenny as she continued to explore my boyhood was a little bothersome, but not unexpected, “Hey you can keep him naked all the time while we’re here. I would never stand in the way of the kid’s therapy. Would you like Kenny to stay like this while we visit, Molly?”

Mom was quick to acknowledge that I would be nude for the rest of the weekend. As she did so, Jenny’s index finger began poking at my anus. I remember the thrust that drove it home. “Oh, my, there’s a little prostate right there. She pressed hard inside me.” To add to my embarrassment she asked, “You aren’t shooting anything yet are you?”

I had no idea what that meant. I just shrugged. My Mom answered, “No not yet. Give him another year or so. At least, let him grow some hair.” Both ladies laughed and even my Dad appeared to get a kick out of that conversation as well.

“I wanna put my finger in there Mama,” the six year old pull at her mother’s arm. Her mother just moved aside and allowed her daughter to shove her finger up my ass. “Ooooo, it’s gushy in here.” Molly quickly finished her exploration and went back to playing with my penis. “I like this part.”

“Well, Baby, you can touch it whenever you want while you’re here,” my father encouraged his niece.

Within the hour, my sister returned. Joining us in the backyard she immediately was amused by her naked cousin playing with her naked brother’s penis. In keeping with her female roots, her only observation was, “Oh that’s cute.”

The weekend went pretty much along the same line as that day. Molly and Jenny played with my penis and testicles at whim and occasionally took a digital tour of my anus and rectum. On the final day, Jenny asked something that made me immediately defensive.

“Hey, Marianne, Molly’s birthday is the 24^th of next month. She’ll have a lot of her little girl friends over for a party. Wouldn’t it be nice to have Kenny over, naked of course, so the little folks could have some fun with him. Kind of a party favor. I wonder if the other kids’ parents would object though.”

I remember thinking “anything but that.” And, the relief I felt when Mom said, “They might. Not everyone would want their kids exposed to a naked kid of the opposite sex.” I breathed easy, but then, “I guess you could call them and explain and those who wanted it would come, and those who didn’t wouldn’t.”

“You wouldn’t be opposed to letting me have him for the day?”

“No, not at all. His peter would really get a workout that day, wouldn’t it?”

I thought then that the whole conversation was designed to pull my string and just embarrass me. Surely they were kidding and the whole thing was rehearsed. Jenny then asked “I’m sure. What do you think Kenny?”

“I don’t think it would be good. I think little kids shouldn’t be allowed to see a boy my age naked.” All I can say was it was a lame nice try.

“Oh, I think most would like it. I can tell their mothers to bring their cameras. You know anything goes. I can tell them they can play too. You know kind of grab a handful.” Jenny was just trying, and successfully so, to make me even more frightened at the prospect.

Then Mom said, “I guess we could reserve the date until you test the waters. If it looks good, he’ll be there naked and ready.”

Sarcastically I mumbled, “Yeah, right.”

“No really, Kenny, I’m going to let all the little girls play with your boy parts at her party. I’m not kidding.” Jenny must have overheard my comment. “And, you will be nude the whole time and if you give me any grief you’ll get the belt right there in front of all those little girls and their mothers. That would be kind of stimulating for me and I’m sure anyone who watched. Imagine, you bent over something with that long dick of your swinging each time the belt crossed that bare ass and made that loud snap, the red stripes on your tanned little bum, and the crying and screaming while I did it. Oh shit, I’m getting wet just thinking about it.”

“Jenny!” Mom took offense to the last statement. At the time, neither Molly nor I even remotely caught the innuendo, but my mother did. “There are kids here.   You could have kept that to yourself.”

Mom ended it with, “Jenny, I’ll give you a call on the 20^th and you can tell me whether to bring him by or not. I could drop him the day before, so you and Molly could have some playtime for yourselves.”

“Oh, Molly would love that.” Who was she trying to kid. She was the one who would like that. I’m not sure Molly could care less. She seemed all played out at that point. She hadn’t accosted my groin in over an hour and I was sitting with legs spread the whole time, “So your little cousin can play with it if she wants to.” Then her face took an ominous expression, “And, I assure you, young man, I will use the belt if you give us any trouble.”

“Yes, she will, with our blessing.” My mother concurred.

(The End)