Five Boys Remember the Way It Was 1

By Running Bare
runningbare@anonymousspeech.com

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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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Five Boys Remember the Way It Was

Chapter 1: Confessions of A Sexually Confused Teenager

By, Running Bare

Five Boys Remember the Way It Was

Chapter 1: Confessions of A Sexually Confused Teenager

By, Running Bare

It’s strange to say the least, but as a teenaged sexually confused boy of the nineteen eighties I found myself drawn to a desire to remove any vestiges of modesty from nine, ten, eleven and twelve year old boys. I have an unexplainable desire to play with their erections, fondle the contents of their scrotums, and explore their backdoors with my finger and/or other objects. Interesting as it might sound, I am not driven to sodomize them, just humiliate and embarrass them. In fact, the idea of using my erect penis to probe their tight little anuses disgusts me. I guess in some perverted way I’m battling with my sexual identity.

Oddly, one of the biggest thrills I can imagine is to force uncooperative boys with a strong sense of modesty to walk stark naked among and rendered completely submissive to clothed others, especially same age or younger girls. Guess it’s some vicarious exhibitionist thing. The mental image of 9-13 year old boys parading their stiff appendages before anyone and everyone, and the embarrassment and humiliation of forcing not just the exposure but the total submission to the touching from others is a turn on for me. I guess you could say I enjoy confronting social taboos.

Another oddity is the thrill of listening and watching young boys get their bare backsides spanked with a belt or some other object. Something about the snap of the instrument as it contacts the miscreant’s skin, the bellowing from pain and pleas for cessation turns me on. Such discipline is incredibly erotic for me, especially if the boy receiving the discipline is made to stay completely nude and on display afterward. In fact, over the last year or so, parents seeking my babysitting services must agree to allow me to judiciously take the belt to their sons’ bare backsides whenever I think it is needed, or I won’t take the job. Funny how that condition actually increased the number of requests for me to babysit. One would have expected the opposite.

Among my favorite things to do is to babysit for my parents’ friends and our neighbors. It is a pleasure to have the opportunity to do some devious things with the boys I sit for. At the very least, I enjoy checking on them while they bathe especially the older preteens. They usually balk at my insistence on coming into the bathroom while they shower or are in the tub which intensifies my experience. Then there are those late night visits to their bedrooms to make sure they are asleep which often result in slowly pulling the covers off the sleeping boy, slipping down his pajama pants, and exposing his boyhood. Yes, I touch, and, at times, I have brought my cameras along to photograph what is exposed for my continued viewing pleasure. It’s especially erotic and exciting for both purposes if they are sporting woodies. Personally, I think if they’re stiff during my bed check visits, they are truly awake and enjoying the experience themselves. I guess it’s just a matter of time until one of them turns me in to their parents. Oh well, as they say, I guess I’ll just “make hay while the sun shines”.

One of my babysitting clients will shortly turn 12. I started sitting for his single mother when he was seven. The kid is as cute as they come. He’s average build, award winning smile, glistening blue eyes, shapely legs and an average to above circumcised package. His mom is what I think my father refers to as a “free spirit” in that she is quite tolerant of her kid’s hyperactive lifestyle. Once, I overheard him talking to my mother about the probability she was “butch”. I must admit, when she goes out for “a date” she’s usually picked up by a pretty rough looking woman. Many are the sitting jobs that begin at her home at six or seven at night and end sometime the next afternoon. Hey, I’m not complaining I can use the money, and, for sure, I revel in being alone and in-charge of Brad those times.

At seven, Brad didn’t object to me stripping him and bathing him myself. Even at almost nine, he giggled as I cleaned his genital area with my hand. He’d often say “It’s not clean, yet” as his little boner flopped around under the soapy massage. Of course I wouldn’t leave him thinking his penis and ball sack weren’t sufficiently clean so I’d wash, rinse and repeat for as long as he brought it to my attention. Following his bath, I usually made him stay nude until bedtime when I’d slip a pair of thin cotton pajama shorts on him and tuck him in. The kid used to love romping naked. He’d stay erect most of those evenings, but would eventually grow flaccid as he became oriented to his nudity. It wasn’t uncommon for him to straddle my lap and push my hand down over his package, “Rub me, it hurts”. Those times I’d cautiously say, “Rub it yourself”. Down deep I knew I’d eventually enjoy playing with his boyhood, but at least, after saying such things, I had an element of deniability should the activity later become an issue with the adults.

Thinking back over my experiences with Brad, a few days before his ninth birthday, I was called to babysit for a two day stint. Something unusual, and, at the same time intoxicating, happened. He had an eight year old friend staying with him for the weekend. The kid’s mother was to be Brad’s mother’s date for the weekend. Cody, it turned out, was every bit as cute a kid as Brad, but where Brad was a blond, Cody sported a closely cropped head of black hair. His shapely, well-tanned bare legs just begged for my touch and beckoned to me to see and feel more.

That evening, as they played upstairs, I began plotting a method for getting them both into a naked state. Based on prior sitting experiences I knew Brad wouldn’t be too difficult to manipulate. But, I didn’t know Cody. As I plotted, opportunity fell right into my lap. It got very quiet so I decided to use the silence as an excuse to go up and check on the little urchins. I checked Brad’s room. They weren’t there. The bathroom door was wide opened and there was no sign of either boy. Then I heard muffled voices coming from the attic. I snuck up there to find Brad shirtless and the two boys playing with toy trucks. Cody was frantically adjusting his belt as I topped the stairs. I instinctively capitalized on the situation. I’d use subtle implications to lead the boys to nudity. I’d suggest to them that I felt they’d been caught exploring each other’s bodies.

“What are you boys doing?” I asked firmly.

“Playin’,” was Brad’s short but straight forward reply.

“What are you playing?”

“Just stuff,” thankfully the boy was vague.

“Where’s your shirt?”

“I took it off. I was hot.” He picked it up and waved it at me.

“What about you Cody? You hot too?”

“No”

“Why were you buckling your belt when I came up here? Did you have your pants off?”

Indignantly he responded with “No. I wanted to make it tighter.”

“Where are your shoes and socks?”

He pointed at a spot on the floor between them.

“Look boys, I don’t care of you take your clothes off. You can run around naked all weekend if you want.” I’d matter-of-factly dropped the invitation and moved on to deniability, “I could care less. Just don’t hide to do it. I have to make sure you are alright and not doing something that could hurt you. Both of you need to go down to the living room to play.” And to ensure they’d heard the subtle invitation I added, “If you want to run around naked, leave your clothes in the hamper.”

I was half successful. Brad let out, “Did you say we can be naked?”

BINGO, “As long as you want. Just don’t hide to do it.”

“Come on Cody, let’s take off our clothes.”

Unsurprisingly Cody bowed out. “I don’t want to. I don’t like to be naked.”

Brad immediately stripped naked as the day he was born. He arched his back and bent at the hips extending his little hard on toward Cody’s face, wiggled it and giggled. The sight of the eager boy set me halfway to heaven.

“Okay, both of you down to the family room. Brad, put your clothes in the hamper on the way down.” I knew securing his clothes for the remainder of the day would help guarantee his nudity at least until bed time.

It was evident Cody was enjoying Brad’s unbridled exposure as much as I. As Brad bounced up and down on the couch, Cody poked at his belly with his index finger. There was no doubt he was waiting for the opportunity to “inadvertently” come in contact with Brad’s stiff penis or soft ball sack. He’d jab his finger toward Brad’s belly and make thrusting noises. His eyes were stuck on his friend’s flopping boner the entire time.

“Brad, why don’t you slow down and quit jumping on the couch? It isn’t a trampoline. Lie down on the floor. I think Cody wants to look at your penis.”

Not only did the boy stop bouncing, but he clearly invited his friend to play with his exposed penis. “It’s okay Cody, you can touch me down there, if you want.”

That invitation made the tenting in my own pants hard to ignore.

Cody looked at me indignantly, “I didn’t want to do that.” Ahhhh, kid deniability, Cody was good at this.

“Well, I think you did. I mean wasn’t that the plan when you were poking him a minute ago? You can play with it, he doesn’t mind. Do you Brad?”

“Nope. Pull it Cody.” Again, the eight year old thrust his ass off the floor and his stiff penis up toward his friend. “You can touch it.”

Cody succumbed to the permission. He reached out and tapped Brad’s erection with his opened hand so it flopped back and forth. The first few minutes he’d look over his shoulder to see if I was still okay with the activity. I just acted like I was ignoring them and watching TV, but we all know I wasn’t. I loved watching the action on the floor not six feet from me. I anxiously awaited a window to get Cody exposed as well. I wanted so much to see and feel his beautiful body. And, I wanted to activate my Mom’s video camera and my own 35mm, to capture him for my growing collection of photos and video tapes of my clients in the buff.

As he sat back on his shapely, well-tanned calves and played with Brad’s appendage, I found myself looking at his bare feet and wondering if the wives’ tale about foot length equating to length elsewhere was true. I mean, when I finally got him unwrapped, would he be packing a button or a long stemmed mushroom? Brad’s was average in size and was fun to look at, and certainly fun to play with. But if he’d had a button sized penis my urge to explore would have been minimized to a more parentally acceptable level—no interest at all.

“Cody, you can take your clothes off, too. It’s all okay. Nobody’s going to be upset.”

The kid had Brad’s stiffy in a stranglehold as he responded to my suggestion. “I don’t want to.”

What in the hell was he hiding? I know, I’ll gradually undress him—everything off except his underpants, then after a while I’d coax him out of them. That might do it.

“Well why don’t you strip down to your underpants then? It is a little warm in here.”

“I don’t want to.”

This kid was frustrating me. I felt like I was being teased, but I enjoyed the challenge of planning for a successful outcome. I mean, here I was trying to negotiate with a nine year old into stripping naked so I could at least get some good film footage.

After watching a half hour of Cody manipulating his eight year old friend’s penis, I took another approach. “Well boys it’s time for baths? Why don’t you two come upstairs and I’ll get some water in the tub while Cody gets undressed. You boys can play in the water for a while and then I’ll make some popcorn, break out the Coke, and we’ll rent a movie.”

I had no intention of allowing them to put anything at all on after their bath.

“Okay, let’s go, Cody,” Brad jumped to his feet excited at the prospect.

“I’ll wait until Brad gets his bath and then I’ll get mine,” this boy was definitely going to be hard nut to crack.

“Cody, I need for you to get your bath with Brad, so I only have one mess to clean up. Besides, it’s easier for me wash both of you at the same time rather than one at a time.”

“I’m nine. I don’t need you to wash me. I can do that myself.”

“Well, Brad will be nine next month and I wash him. I have to make sure you guys do a good job. So, I’m going to wash you tonight.”

“No you’re not.”

With a hint of anger I responded, “Okay Cody, if you want to do it yourself, fine, but you’ll have to let me inspect you to make sure you did a good job.” My excitement grew. It appeared he’d given in to the idea of bathing with Brad. Once naked, I could definitely keep him naked.

But then a setback, “I don’t need a bath. I haven’t done anything dirty today.”

My frustration with the kid hit a high and I became more assertive, “You’re a boy and boys do dirty things all the time. It’s their nature. You will take a bath and I don’t want any more lip?”

This resulted in a fit of anger on Cody’s part. The kid threw a matchbox car across the room and began a full blown pouting streak. I used this as my opening to try to gain permission to finally get to see what he harbored under his shorts and t-shirt. “That’s it Cody, I’m calling your Mom.” I pulled the phone over to the couch and dialed the number Linda’s friend (Brad’s mother’s) had left in case of emergency. It rang four times and I assume one of Linda’s friends answered. Momentarily, after asking for her, I heard her voice.

“What’s up? Is everything all right?”

“Yeah, it is, but we’re having a little tantrum from Cody. I probably need to speak to his mother.”

Linda passed the phone to her date.

“Hi, what’s wrong with Cody?”

“Well, he’s giving me a problem about his bath. First, he doesn’t want to go into the tub with Brad, which of course would be more convenient for me. Second, he doesn’t want me bathing him, which is okay by me, but I told him I wanted to inspect him if he did the job, and he had a shit fit and winged one of Brad’s matchbox cars across the room. If it was Brad, I’d take his pants down and belt him, but you and I never made a spanking agreement.”

“Give him the phone.” I did and he whined at his mother.

“He wants me to let him wash me. I can do that myself.” Then a pause as he listened. “Well, I don’t want to get a bath with Brad.” Another pause. “Yes, but…” Still another pause. “Well why can’t I do it myself?” Another pause and the still pouting boy, with glaring eyes and lower lip extended, handed the phone back to me.

“Listen, you take him up with Brad and put them in together. If he gives you any flack use the belt on his bare ass. If Linda trusts you to do that, it’s good enough for Cody as well.” Needless to say this was music to my ears.

I decided to use the call to cover our other activities and protect myself with the nudity, “Could you and Linda both listen in? I have something to discuss with both of you.”

The two must have joined heads to share the ear piece, “Okay, we can both hear you.”

“Earlier tonight I found the boys in the attic. Both were in various states of dress and were evidently surprised at my discovery (they weren’t really, but hey). Brad said they were hot. Suspecting what was going on, I just told them if they wanted to take their clothes off, they didn’t have to hide to do it. They could take them off in the family room where I could monitor their behavior.” I walked the tightrope between the facts and one of the boys denying the story. “Brad loved the idea and has been completely naked ever since. He was happy to share his new found freedom with Cody.”

Cody’s mother interrupted, “Did Cody get undressed?” I wasn’t sure if it was a question asked in anger or not.

“No, he didn’t want to. Really, it’s their choice, not mine. He doesn’t have to, if he doesn’t want to. I just wanted them both to know they’re little boys and they don’t have to hide to enjoy their bodies. I’m okay with his decision (I really wasn’t and was hoping she’d mandate his nudity). I just wanted you both to know what happened and how I handled it. That way I can do something else in case you aren’t okay with it.” The responsibility for the kids’ nudity was now theirs.

The boys sat on their legs listening intently to my side of the discussion. Cody was still pouting.

“Were they playing with each other?” Cody’s mom inquired. Based on our particular conversation I was sure we weren’t talking about cooperative construction with Legos.

“I didn’t see them doing it, but it was apparent they were undressed before I got there or were in the process of doing so. I must say, Cody does have an interest in Brad’s penis though. Guess it’s just a comparing thing.” I chuckled to make light of the remark. I strongly hinted that he was “playing with” Brad in the current situation. It also cemented my observation in the minds of their mothers that I was being totally open and honest with them. I intended, by doing so, to boost my believability level to cover me during any “misunderstandings” that might arise if I had to answer for later activities.

“Tell you what, after their baths tell Cody he has to stay naked too. I think you’re right. For a teenager you certainly have some insight into kid behavior. By the way, you go ahead and wash Cody. He wants to play with Brad, let’s level the playing field.” Holy shit, I was in heaven.

Now I was compelled to appear a bit reluctant to disguise my excitement. “I’m not sure he’s going to be okay with this.”

“It’s not up to him. You go ahead and make him stay nude until we get home tomorrow. Remember, any problem use the belt. We gotta go. Call me, if you have any more problems with him.”

I ended my momentary shock and returned to the conversation, “I will. So you want Cody to stay naked too?” I wanted Cody to hear me repeating that to his mother and I wanted her to go on record as the one who ordered it. “We’ll do it. Bye.”

As I hung up all I could think was, BINGO! Cody, give your soul to God, because your little ass is mine in more ways than one.

The outcome of the call left me ecstatic. A number of scenarios raced through my head. Did she just say, “Until we get home?” Yes, she did. That means both boys would be totally naked until late the following afternoon. I could take both outside to play where they (well at least one of them, probably not Brad) would be embarrassed by being forced to be publicly exposed. Maybe they could be “patients” while the little girls who lived next door played nurse. I could be the “doctor” and give the nurses treatment orders. One could only hope. That certainly would add to my viewing pleasure as well. The thought of the submission, humiliation, and embarrassment caused by making them parade around naked in a public place was a complete turn on for me. Cody would be devastated by it. I justified such thoughts by half thinking it would also be helpful for him. It couldn’t help but transform the way he viewed his body. I reasoned, if he can’t accept the wrapper, how could he possibly be comfortable with what he had inside? Pretty advanced psychological reasoning for a sixteen year old, don’t you think?

“All right young man, you heard your mother, get your clothes off. You can just hand them to me and I’ll find a bag for them.” It just didn’t get better than this.

The boy stood with his lower lip still extended, arms cross and turned to avoid eye contact. It was a futile act of defiance. “If you don’t get undressed, Cody, I’ll do it and then I’ll use a belt on your bare bottom. Your choice you do it now, or I do it and then I spank you. Which is it?”

Bradley was a compassionate little kid. He draped his arm over his friend’s shoulder and sweetly said, “It’s okay Cody. We’re both boys.” Cody shifted as if to reject the comforting embrace, “He’ll whip you. He really will. He’s done it to me before and it hurts.”

That was my cue. I slid the belt out of the belt loops of my denim shorts and doubled it. Cody glimpsed out of the corner of his eye, still avoiding full eye contact. “I’m going to count to three and if those shorts aren’t off I’m going to start swinging. Then after I’ve gotten you naked, I’m going to use it some more on your bare bottom. One, two…”

The boy broke into a full cry and began unbuckling his belt. His shorts dropped to the floor around his ankles and he just resumed his defiant stance. Instinctively I swiped the belt over his underpants covered globes. It was muffled and certainly not one of my best swats. But it was enough to get him started on his shirt. “Hey, step out of the shorts and get the underpants off.” He threw his shirt at me in desperation and pushed his briefs to meet the shorts. His stiff penis was worth the wait. Turns out, to my delight, Cody was even a bit more gifted than Brad in the length of his cleanly circumcised member and his tight little ball sack was considerably more prominent. “Now, hand me your shorts and underpants.” He turned so as to limit my view of his package. What he didn’t know was as he bent over to pick up those briefs he flashed his tight little anus at me and that, in itself, would have been a devastating embarrassment for him. I took his dirty clothes and stuffed them into a plastic shopping bag as he stood there clutching his little boy package.

Cody’s erection was probably an inch longer than Brad’s. Who knows what it would measure flaccid. Frankly, it was my intention to never have the opportunity to see it soft. I was determined to keep that boy hard the entire evening and all day the following day. I wasn’t the only one who was drawn to his unleashed penis. Brad visually inspected his friend’s equipment the moment it was unveiled. For comparison I’m sure.

“See? It’s okay. We’re both boys. Don’t be scared, Cody.” The compassion of that kid was incredible. “Can I feel yours? I let you feel mine.”

In an effort to feign indifference to Cody’s beautiful boy form I responded, “Not now, Brad. Let’s go get the bath done and then you guys can play or we can watch the movie I promised.” I gave a long awaited affectionate pat to Cody’s smooth firm butt and said, “Okay boys, let’s go get a bath.”

As the two of them headed up the stairs, I couldn’t help but admire the two little bottoms on exhibition. Cody’s a bit fuller than Brad’s, but Brad’s dimpled tight little ass had its own appeal. Both could do with some naked time to even out those horrid tan lines though. I knew so long as it was up to me, I’d get my rocks off by requiring public nudity from them. Rain or shine the next morning they’d be on display—made to romp in the front yard naked as the day they were born. If the sun was out, that color blending process would begin. We wouldn’t be in the house from the morning until their mothers came home. My mind shifted, “Hey, if I made them play outside naked all day, their mothers might pick up on the idea. Maybe I could sell them on requiring it of them all the time. But, how does a sixteen year old make sense of such a thing to two adult women?”

The boys slept nude sharing a twin bed. It was erotic knowing they couldn’t move the slightest without being in skin to skin contact with each other. It also built on my anticipation of later pulling the covers off and photographing them in their naked glory as they slept. I know there was some playing going on as they spent an hour or two in there talking and giggling. Occasionally, I’d listen at the door so as not to disturb any exploratory play. After they finally went to sleep, I went in and saw both of them sprawled out laying on their backs, one leg extended the other flexed. My nude little angels were truly a picture and I have the shots to prove it. Truly their faces were angelic, but their flaccid penises were even much more captivating.

The following morning Cody wanted to know where his clothes were. I reminded him that his mother wanted me to keep him naked until she got home. He was perturbed but not as pissed as he was when I originally made him undress the night before. Brad, of course was excited to be naked. Both of them finished a bowl of Cherrios and a glass of OJ. As I cleared the table I told them we’d be going outside to play in the fresh air and sunshine. Cody balked.

“We can’t go outside we’re naked.”

“Yes, you and Brad and I are going out and playing with the football. We’re going out to the front lawn and play catch.”

“People will see us. They’ll see our” he pointed at his penis which at the time was flaccidly draped over is little boy ball sack.

“I’m sure they will, but most people have seen naked little boys so there’s nothing there they haven’t seen before.”

“I don’t want to go out. I’m not going!”

“You didn’t want to get naked either, but turns out it wasn’t up to you. Neither is going out to the yard.” Then I decided to put some salt on his wound. “Besides the Kirkland girls probably would love to come over and play with you two.”

The Kirklands lived next door. They had three daughters ranging in age from six to eleven. Mrs. Kirkland was designated by Linda as my emergency contact if something happened I couldn’t handle. She was pretty cool and I’m sure she’d seen Brad nude before. If not, this was going to be her lucky day.

After my comment, Cody crossed his arms, extended his lower lip and began pouting. I loved making him uncomfortable with the forced nudity and I had plans to be relentless. I had already plotted ways to get the Kirkland girls to “massage” the boys should they be allowed to come over. Actually, I wanted the six year old to have carte blanch in dealing with Cody. I was so mean. Even at that early age, I was into the clothed female naked boy (CFfNm) paradigm. There was something as well in my attitude that liked the idea of really pissing off any prudes who couldn’t abide little boy nudity. I have always longed for situations where I could rub it in their self-righteous noses. The boys’ embarrassment fed by the prudes’ indignation was and continues to be highly erotic for me.

Dishes finished, I called the boys down to the foyer. I had a football and a soccer ball and was waiting at the front door. Brad bounced down the stairs and was eager to go outside to play. Cody followed with an adamant expression on his face. Both boys were sporting woodies in anticipation of the public exposure.

“Okay guys, let’s go out and get some sun.” I tried to be upbeat.

“I’m not going out there and you can’t make me.”

“Hold on Brad, I have to do something before we go out. I pulled my belt from the loops on my denim shorts and assertively grabbed Cody by his arm. I jerked him in to the living room and bent him over the arm of the couch and laid into is bare backside with a shower of about ten lashes. His little ass was definitely on fire. He’d finally pushed the limit. Frankly, I’d been waiting for an excuse to spank one of them and truly preferred it would be Cody.

The kid was screaming, “I hate you! You shithead! I hate you!” He was in a full crying rage. Snot was pouring from his nose and tears were flowing freely. His hands were busily occupied rubbing is now tenderized butt.

“Well, I still love you, Cody. Now, let’s go out and play.”

“No!”

I grabbed him again and bent him over the arm of the couch once more. I delivered six more lashes of the belt and this time there weren’t any remarks from the boy. He just sobbed. He started to bolt, I suppose to run upstairs and I grabbed him. I picked him up put him over my left shoulder and carried him, kicking and pounding on my back, to the front door. I told Brad to open it. He did and with Cody draped over my shoulder we all went out to the front yard. Brad stood silently watching as I put the still sobbing boy with the very pink ass down in the center of the lawn. “Now, we’ll be out here all day so get used to it Cody.”

For the next half hour Brad and I kicked the soccer ball around the yard. His little boyhood was flopping around the entire time. Cody was sitting in a fetal position near the front porch refusing to join us.

Yes, my naked charges did attract some attention, but not as much as one would think. A couple of passing motorists honked to signal their approval and an older woman walking her dog stopped to watch the boys for a few minutes.

“Cute boys. Where’s their mother?”

“Oh their mothers are out for the day and will be home this afternoon.”

“They’re so cute when they’re so young and they aren’t self-conscious. Give ‘em a couple of years and they won’t want to be running around the yard naked anymore. What a shame!”

I decided to explain the situation with Cody, “Oh, that one over there is shy about being naked. We’re working on his attitude.”

“He didn’t want to play naked?”

“No, he absolutely didn’t. I had to spank him to get him to come out here. His mother said she wanted him to play naked for the day with Brad. That’s this one,” I draped my arm over his shoulder and gave him a hug. “Brad doesn’t mind being naked. Do you Brad?”

“Nope! I like it! It’s funner than wearing clothes.”

“Well good for you young man. You sure do look handsome running around naked. That little peepee is adorable. Well, I’ve got to get home. Nice talking to you.” Then she hollered up to Cody, “You’re a good looking little boy too, young man. You shouldn’t be so shy. Little boys shouldn’t have any modesty. It gets in their way. Come out here and play with your friend.” Then she drifted off down the block.

It wasn’t five minutes later the sound of the Kirkland’s screen door slamming shut caught my attention. Cara, the six year old, and Emily, the eight or nine year old, ran over to us. “Hey Brad, where’s your clothes?”

He greeted them without any hint of trying to cover up and I couldn’t help but laugh at his response. “I don’t have to wear ‘em. I’m allowed to be naked.”

On the flip side, Cody had folded his boy equipment between his thighs in an attempt to cover them from the scrutiny of the little girls. My goal immediately became making him accessible to the kids from next door. “Cody, come on down here and play with us. We can get a soccer game going—boys against the girls!”

“I don’t want to play!”

“Is that boy naked too?” Cara asked as she walked toward him.

“Yes he is. He doesn’t have to wear clothes either.”

“I want to see your boy thing.” Nobody could accuse her of being subtle.

I walked over and decided to unravel the boy. I put my hands under his arms and pulled him up. He fought valiantly to keep his penis and scrotum covered from the girls’ view. I was committed to expose him. I eventually got my hands positioned under his arms in such a way that I could pry his hands from their position. His stiffy bounced into view and he cried and squirmed violently trying to free himself from my grasp.

“Wow his is long and sticking out. How come it’s sticking out like that?”

“Oh he’s just a little shy and that’s what boys’ peepees do when they are embarrassed. See he doesn’t want you to see it. So now that you do, it gets hard like that. Would you like to feel it?”

The kid was crying and yelling, “No. No. Let me go. Let me go you shithead!” He was squirming so hard I wasn’t sure how long I could maintain my hold. As far as “shithead” goes, if he called me that one more time, I’d have to capitalize it.

“Go ahead, Honey, you can feel it if you want.”

The little girl reluctantly reached out and quickly touched his glans. The squirming got worse. I coached her into a real contact, “No go ahead grab it. You can feel it if you want.”

She encircled it with her hand and smiled. Cody tried desperately to kick her, but she was just out of his range. She released it and giggled.

“I wanna feel it!” the older sister insisted.

“Well, go ahead. I can’t hold him much longer.” He continued to kick and cry.

She reached over and copied her younger sister’s hold. “It’s hot!”

“That’s because he is excited.” I finally had to let the boy down. I was exhausted with his tantrum kicking and wiggling. He snorted in anger and went toward the front porch. “Oh no, Cody, you’re staying right out here with us. Now you get your young ass over here or the girls will see you get the belt again. It’s up to you.” He stopped and gave me a dirty look. “You get right over here and sit down and pout if you want to, but you’re staying out here with the rest of us.” Surprisingly, he complied and plopped down in the center of the front yard.

Cara moved on to Brad, “Can I feel yours?” Brad being Brad just thrust his hips forward giving her complete access to his now erect penis. She grabbed it and spent some time manipulating it almost in an exploratory manner. “Why do boys have these?”

I couldn’t explain that to someone else’s kid so I just said, “That’s how they go to the bathroom.” Then I was cautiously shocked to reality, “Hey does your mother know where you girls are?”

Emily was quick to answer, “Yeah, she saw Brad and the other boy and told us they were naked. She told us to come over.”

“She did, huh?” I was very confident with that information.

“Yeah she said we should go see what little boys look like. I already knew they had hoses and stuff, but I’ve really never seen one or touched one until today.”

Meanwhile Cara was batting Brad’s glans with her hand and watching it bounce around and Brad appeared to be enjoying the whole ordeal to the hilt. I decided to take some videos and pics of the girls interacting with the boys and started recording her little slapping session. I also got some photos of Cody pouting once again in the fetal position with his arms securely bent around his shins. I’m sure he wasn’t aware that the bottom of his little scrotum was peeking out from between his legs. “Hey, Cody, spread those legs.”

He ignored my order, snorted and looked the other direction. “I said spread those legs everyone wants to see your penis.” He ignored me. “Do I have to pick you up again for the girls? Spread ‘em or I’ll hold you and let them feel you again.” He continued to ignore me. I started walking toward him and he unraveled his legs exposing his penis and scrotum before I got to him. I clicked a couple of pics of him.

Now, how to get them under the dominance of these girls? I decided to suggest that the sun was getting hot. After all it was probably ten o’clock. “Hey, Emily, would you watch the boys while I run inside for a minute?” It was evident Brad and Cara were preoccupied with the six year old’s exploration of his genitalia, but I wasn’t sure what Cody would do.

“Yeah, I can watch them.”

I ran inside and started pilfering the medicine cabinet and the cabinet under the vanity in search of sunscreen or any lotion I could pass off as sunscreen. Nothing there. I opened the linen closet and right there on the top shelf was Coppertone. Grabbing the bottle I ran back outside. The young ones were still playing show and tell and Cody was actually sitting in the same position he’d been in for the last fifteen minutes, legs spread and boner sticking out from his crotch.

“I’d like it if you girls would put some of this on the boys so they don’t burn.”

I’d just finished when Emily raised her eyes as a voice from behind me said, “You and Cara can do that for him can’t you?” It was Mrs. Kirkland. Standing next to her was Veronica the oldest daughter. “Veronica, help your sisters get the boys lotioned up.”

“Does Linda know you’ve got the kids out here nude?” I could feel my face blushing.

“Yeah, both mothers know. Actually they told me to do it.”

“Well, it’s okay with me. My girls need to see what boys are made of. I just don’t want you getting in trouble.”

As important as this conversation was, I was aware that I was completely missing the boy massages being conducted by her girls as we talked. Not only that, Cody was giving Veronica a hard time. I just said, “Excuse me Mrs. Kirkland. Cody, you do as you’re told and let the girls put that sunscreen on you. I don’t want to have to spank you again.”

“You spanked him?”

“Yeah, their mothers told me to use a belt to make them mind, if they were a problem. Brad’s been cool, but Cody. Well, let’s just say Cody’s been a different story.”

“So you spanked him with a belt?”

“Yes, I did.”

Thankfully, Mrs. Kirkland moved on with the conversation. “Well, you know as a boy yourself, they do need rougher treatment than girls do. I guess if his mother was on board with it, you shouldn’t have a problem.” She looked over at Cody. “He’s a really cute kid. Hope his attitude eventually follows suit. Hey would you look at Brad and Cara. She’s gonna be a real sex fiend. Has she even stopped playing with his pecker for a minute? Look she’s making damn sure he doesn’t burn down there. I’ll bet she’s used that whole bottle of Coppertone on his boy parts. She has good taste though. Brad’s got a cute little pecker.”

Veronica appeared out of nowhere and stood by her mother. All three of us watched Cara play with a very comfortable little boy. He was lying on the ground spread eagle granting the younger girl full access. They both giggled every now and then. Mrs. Kirkland challenged Veronica, “Why don’t you and Emily go over and see if you can get Cody over there to let you put the sunscreen him? If he’s going to be out here in his birthday suit all day, his little peepee will need some lotion on it.” Veronica smiled and rounded up her sister to try to meet the challenge. Incredibly Cody finally succumbed to Veronica and Emily. Veronica was gently massaging the Coppertone into his chest. She then gently moved his hands from his groin and started working on his penis and scrotum. He even let Emily feel him before they moved to his legs.

Within an hour the two boys and the two youngest Kirklands were running around kicking the soccer ball. Brad never lost his comfort level with being naked. Cody seemed to be improving his. I was in heaven watching the nude little bodies on display for all. It was then a cop car pulled up and stopped. The uniformed officer got out and approached me. “Is your mother or father home?”

“No, I’m the babysitter. Their mothers are out for the day. Is there something wrong?”

“Well, there are two naked little boys running around in the front yard. Maybe you can tell me if there’s something wrong with that picture.” I felt the lump develop in my throat.

“Well if…”

Then I heard Mrs. Kirkland. “I’m Anna Kirkland. I live next door. Those are my girls playing with the boys. What’s the problem, officer?”

“Like I was telling the boy here, there are two naked boys running around in the front yard. We had a complaint. I’m here to find out what’s going on.”

“The boys are only nine years old. What’s to worry about? How can a nine year old boy be indecently exposed? I mean look at them. They’re both perfectly content to be naked and in their own yard. I don’t know who complained but I’m going to make it a point to find out. Look, if it would make things easier, we can move them to the backyard so they can play without offending some puritanical do-gooder. But they are going to play naked and that’s the way it is, officer.” She was a bit upset and it showed.

“Are you related to John Kirkland, the attorney?”

“Yeah, he’s my husband and I’m about to give him a call.”

“Look, just move them to the back and it’ll all be good. There really isn’t an ordinance about prepubescent children running around naked so all will end well, if they’re not so publicly exposed.”

“Who called in the complaint?’

“I can’t say. Just move the kids to the back.”

“What if we want them to stay out front? What are you going to do about it? Arrest them?”

“No but I have a little boy. He’s seven and I wouldn’t want him running around naked like that.’

“Well, they aren’t your little boys, so don’t be so prudish.”

“Look, Mrs. Kirkland, please. Just take them to the back and let them play. Everything will be cool and we’ll both have an easier time with this.”

As the tension grew between the two adults, I decided to intervene. I didn’t need a cop questioning me or the boys. That could have opened a heap of shit for me. “Hey, kids go to the backyard. The policeman wants you to play in the backyard. Let’s go.”

Without further ado they all ran to the backyard. The cop left and Mrs. Kirkland went into a tirade about the cop and cussed out the person who called even though we didn’t know who it was. She kept vowing she’d find out and have a word or two with them.

Two hours later Linda and Amy returned. They were laughing as they got out of the topless convertible with their designer shades on. The two naked boys ran in from the yard and hugged their respective mothers. Linda kissed Brad and said, “Look at you two running around naked all day--our cute little streakers. Are you having fun? She patted Brad on the bare ass and told the boys to go on back outside and she and Amy would order pizzas for supper.”

“So how were they after the phone call?” Linda cut to the chase. “Did you have to spank him?”

“I did take the belt to him this morning. He refused to go outside with us and I gave him the option to come out or get a spanking and come out. He chose the latter.”

“Well he doesn’t seem any worse the wear from it,” Amy peered out the kitchen window to the back. “I can’t believe you got Cody to run around naked. He’s so shy about his body. What did you do?” As she watched Emily and Cara ran back to the yard. “Oh my gawd, there are two little girls out there with them.”

Linda looked, “Oh that’s Cara and Emily from next door.”

I added, “Yeah they’ve been playing together all day.”

Amy’s interest was tweaked, “Weren’t the girls curious about the boys?”

“Yeah but they just got comfortable with each other. Mrs. Kirkland came over and helped supervise. I need to tell you, a cop came by and made me move them to the backyard. Someone complained about the boys being naked. Mrs. Kirkland helped me deal with that.”

“He just made you move them to the back?”

“Yeah. Mrs. Kirkland kind of took control and after I agreed to move them to the back, the cop left.”

“So here’s the hundred we agreed on.” Linda handed me the money I’d earned. “Now, we want to have a little talk with you. Here, sit down at the table.”

The three of us sat down. I could feel the heat emanating from my red face. I wasn’t sure what was up, but the seriousness in their faces gave me pause. “What’s up?”

Linda led the discussion. “Last night, after you stripped them, did you touch them?”

“How do you mean? I bathed them.”

“No, did you touch them other than the bath? Did you touch their penises?”

I knew that, if asked, the boys would innocently offer the truth. Brad who had often invited my touching would verify the facts as if there was nothing wrong with the contact. So I had to remain noncommittal. “I don’t think so.”

“What does that mean? You don’t think so. Did you or did you not?”

I carefully plotted how to have deniability of the fondling by making Brad force the process, but would that hold up if the women interrogated him? I had to roll the dice and attempt a cover-up. “No. Why would I do that?”

“Because we are concerned that you’re into little boys. Here, let me see your video camera.” Linda held her hand out.

Thinking she wanted to record the boys, I offered it to her. She immediately went to the playback function and checked out the footage. “Well, well, well. Look Amy he certainly likes taking videos of our boys playing naked. Check these out. Looks like your suspicions were correct.” Turning to me she said, “Why would you want pictures of the boys naked?”

“I don’t know, I thought they were cute.”

“They are, but teenage boys don’t think little nine year old boys are cute. What’s with that?” Then she followed with, “Well, Amy, what do you think we should do? Call the cops or his parents or both?” I was scared.

Amy chimed in, “Were you going to use the tapes to beat yourself off?”

I faked a disgusted look, “No.”

“Well, I think I have a solution. What if the boys get to strip you and play with your body? I mean turnaround is fair play. Amy, you and I can take pictures and video tape the whole thing. It was evident the women had conspired to do this on the way home. Their plans were just too coordinated to be spontaneous. “I’ll call your parents and ask them if I can keep you because we aren’t going to make it back until tomorrow. That is unless you want me to discuss the touching with them instead.”

I was definitely flushed in the feeling that I was on the verge of being in the most trouble of my life. The fleeting thought that I could liberate myself from that burden by submitting to a day of embarrassment and humiliation boiled down to a no-brainer. Still, being exposed to these two and their offspring was an uncomfortable prospect. But, would it be as uncomfortable as being turned in to the cops or my parents?

“Why are you doing this?” I tried a last ditch ploy. “I wouldn’t hurt one of those boys for the world. I love Brad. And, Cody is a good kid. Why would you think I’d hurt them?”

“Did you like hearing Cody screaming and crying?” Amy didn’t even know me but she felt she could take a shot. “Oh, we don’t think you’d hurt them. We just think you would use them for your own pleasure. I mean what were you going to do with the pictures and tapes? Obviously, you looked for a way to take a belt to Cody. Was that fun for you? “

“Hey, I tried everything else I could. I didn’t just look for a reason to spank him. For what it’s worth, he was much better behaved and cooperative after I spanked him. Besides, YOU gave me permission to do it. I feel like I’m being set up here.”

Amy smiled and deviously asked, “Why would you feel like that?”

Linda called my mother and explained that she needed me for the extra day. Mom apparently just told her that would be fine. There really was no extended conversation and certainly no surprise. Mom offered to check –in on me, but Linda just told her about Mrs. Kirkland and that we were in frequent phone contact so that wouldn’t be necessary.

Following the call, the two women wasted no time in getting started. They summoned the two naked boys into the house.

“Hey, guys we have a surprise for you. Jeff here wants to stay and play with you guys for another day. He says you look soooo free and cute running around naked and he wished he could do that too. What do you think? Do you care if he runs around naked too?”

Brad piped up, “He’s too old to be naked.”

“No, he isn’t. He’s still just a boy, just like you are only bigger. Why don’t you take his clothes off for him so he feels like he’s one of you guys?” Then with a shit-eating grin she instructed, “Jeff, stand up and let them take your clothes off for you.”

Having determined this was unavoidable, I reluctantly rose. Brad immediately, and without coaching, went for the belt buckle, unbuckled it and slid it off. Cody just stood there staring. The little imp tossed the belt aside and unbuttoned the shorts, and, without unzipping, yanked them down to the floor. I immediately became aware that my glans was poking out the fly of my boxers as were at least three inches of my ragingly hard penis. I mentally caught myself as my hands instinctively moved to tuck it back into the protection of my underwear. My immediate thought was “what’s the use?” Brad stopped and took notice. Out of what was evidently his naive curiosity and surprise at being eye level with my bulbous head, he pinched it between his thumb and forefinger and just muttered, “Wow, his is big.” After the momentary exploration he reached down to complete the removal of my shorts. I instinctively picked up one foot at a time as the nine year old whisked them off. The women were glued to the scene and it was evident they were awaiting a more complete view of my ragingly hard penis. Linda resumed her director’s role, “Cody why don’t you take off Jeff’s underwear for him?” The boy was hesitant.

Amy released her hold on him and said, “Go ahead, Honey. Let’s check out his peepee.”

Slowly, the boy I’d been antagonizing a few short hours before approached cautiously. He grabbed my boxers by the sides and yanked them down to my ankles. My seven inch boner bounced free and ended up pointing straight at the women. I immediately had a weird feeling of eroticism mixed with embarrassment and submission. There was not much to hide any more. The entire gathered audience stared. Brad returned to his exploratory position and without invitation began fondling my low hanging ball sack. “Hey, Mom his balls are big too. Cody wanna feel ‘em?” Cody moved toward me. I prepared for his touch.

“Go ahead, Cody, you can feel them it’s okay. Didn’t Jeff tell you, boys shouldn’t be modest and they shouldn’t care if other people felt their penises and stuff?” The kid nodded affirmatively at his mother. “Well, then go ahead and feel. It’s okay.” The kid cautiously used his index finger to touch my scrotum. Then Amy knelt down behind him and reached around cradling my balls in her hand. “See they won’t bite you. Now you do it.” He cupped my ball sack. “He’s going to be naked all day with you boys. You do whatever you want to him.”

Then another observation from Brad, “Why’s he got hair there?”

Linda, with all the savvy of a teacher responded, “Big boys and men get hair there when they are twelve or thirteen. Yours is coming in a few years. His is going to be gone in a few minutes.”

“What?” I blurted out.

“We’ve decided you need to be bald like the little boys. You should look pretty much the same. What do you think boys? Shouldn’t he look like you only bigger?”

Amy was beaming at the prospect. Linda rose instructed Amy to remove my shirt a she headed to the bathroom. She returned with a pink and white razor and a can of foam. “Jeff you need to lay down right here on the floor.” She patted the spot. I slowly lowered my now completely naked body to the area. After lying on my back I covered my genital area with my hands. Linda took an assertive role, “It’s coming off kid. Get used to the idea. So move those hands. Don’t worry it’ll grow back in a couple of months.”

I removed my hands releasing my boner again. She bent my legs at the knees so they were pointed outward, pushed my feet together at the soles and shoved them up toward my ass. I was completely vulnerable. A hot wet towel was thrown down on my package. My mind was going in thousands of directions at once. I looked at the two naked little boys who I’d enjoyed for hours and thought to myself, now is their moment. When Linda removed the towel, Amy began recording the process with my video camera. After becoming aware she was recording, I again covered my package. Linda slapped my thigh, “Oh no, you can take pictures and record our boys, we can take pictures and record you. Don’t even think of hiding yourself.”

“Yeah,” Brad concurred. “We want pictures of you.”

Linda grabbed my penis by the tip and began moving it around as she applied the shaving foam. She wasted no time in the removal. She tugged my appendage here and there and I could feel the blades lightly scraping my pubis. She’d stop occasionally to rinse the razor in a bowl of warm water.

Amy rubbed it in, “Oh, that’s looking much better. Get that spot there. Oh, yes. Don’t you think it looks better without the hair boys?” Neither boy spoke. They were mesmerized watching the shaving process. “Linda, check his balls, asshole and taint. We don’t want any of those fuzzy little hairs polluting our pleasure.” Linda followed her friend’s direction. There was a momentary contact just below my scrotum.

“There, that’s pretty well got it.” Linda admired her handy work. She pinched the glans of the extended penis and jerked it up and down and left and right as if to complete a final inspection.

Cody finally spoke, “He’s got hair in his pits too.”

“Well, let’s just fix that. What do you say, Buddy?” Linda patted his bare bottom affectionately and then applied the foam to each pit. They were scraped hairless in moments. “Now, how’s that Cody?”

Brad responded, “How about his legs? There’s some hair on them.”

“You want Mom to shave his legs? That’s a part she and Aunt Amy know how to shave. Don’t we Amy?”

“We sure do. Go ahead and humor the boy. His legs are pretty smooth, but go ahead and clear them up too.”

After enduring the shaving which was completely recorded by Amy, I was told to get up. Then rules for my conduct during naked time were outlined by Linda right in front of the little boys. “If you really don’t want any of this reported you will follow the rules we’ve developed for you. While you’re naked, you are not to cover up your dick or balls, ever, for any reason. They are to be always exposed. You are to allow any kid who wants to feel your junk and do whatever they want. Your hole is not off limits to them either. Do you follow me so far?”

I nodded indicating my understanding. I was still quite embarrassed at the circumstances. Linda continued. “You are to allow any adult to take a belt to your bare ass anytime they think you need it. If you don’t comply they can choose to whip your penis and balls, and I’m sure you don’t want that. We clear?”

I mumbled, “Yes.”

Cody then asked his mother if he could get dressed now. She told him that both he and Brad had to stay naked too. Then something really humiliating, “Why don’t the two of you take Jeff outside so the girls can do things to him too? You know like he did to you.”

Of course Brad was more than eager. “Okay, come on Jeff.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the kitchen door.

“Come on Linda please let me stay indoors. Please not the neighbors.” I tried to plead my case.

“Hey, it was good enough for you to show off our sons. It’s good enough for them to show you off as well. The little girls got to touch some little boys, now they get to play with a big one. That’s only fair, don’t you think boys?”

The nude duo both cheered, “Yeah!”

“Now get out there and we’ll bring the sunscreen so Cara, Emily or Veronica can put it on you. Just go with the boys, and you let the kids touch whatever they want.”

Amy threatened, “Or Linda and I will beat your ass with your own belt right out there in front of everyone.”

Linda added, “We’ll be out in a minute.”

The wildly excited Brad literally was pulling me to the door by the balls. Cody tagged along more timidly. It was almost as he was still uncertain about what the hell was going on. Thankfully, it was the kitchen door and we weren’t headed to the front yard. But the back was bad enough. At the landing, I put on the breaks. The thought of public exposure was a bit unsettling. Doing it to the two nine year olds was one thing, but I was seven years their senior. For as long back as I could remember, I’d been shy about my body and now I was literally on the threshold of total humiliation and embarrassment.

Just as we were about to cross that threshold, I heard the distant screams of delight coming from the girls next door. Apparently, Linda had called to alert Mrs. Kirkland and invite her family to the show. Needless to say, they had the enthusiasm of a bunch of teeny boppers getting into a rock concert.

“Here Cody you pull him out there.” Brad relinquished his hold and Cody reluctantly grabbed my stiff dick and paused. Brad got behind me and started pushing. By the time they got me moving, Emily had opened the back screen door and was beaming. Cara looked at my circumcised head sticking out from Cody’s grasp and just loudly whispered, “Wow.” Her eyes big with amazement she followed with, “Do we get to touch it?”

With a certain air of enthusiasm Brad replied, “Yep. Mom says you can touch him wherever you want. He has to let you.”

Obviously having been already discovered by the little girls, I felt resigned to stop resisting. I mean they’d seen it. As I stepped out into the yard, Veronica told Cody to let her finish walking me out. He gave her the control. Other than my mother’s or grandmothers’ touching my boy parts when I was younger, this was the first female I could remember ever feeling my genitals. Though she was five years my junior she seemed versed in male anatomy.

“So, where’s the hair?”

I was still so shell-shocked at the flurry of activity I couldn’t speak. She encircled the base of my erection and ball sack with her fingers, tightened, and jerked on it. “I asked you a question. Where’s the hair?” It hurt when she yanked me that way. I guess that’s what startled me into attending to her question. “Ah, ah, Linda, Linda, she shaved it off.”

“I like it without the hair. You look like a big version of Cody.”

I remember thinking, but not saying, “You’re eleven or twelve, how would you know about hair and whether you like it better without it?”

Veronica pulled me still clenching both the base of the shaft and base of the scrotum out to the center of the backyard. Then she knelt down before me and began fondling all of it. I remember her toying with my gonads and commenting on feeling like grapes. Then she deviously blurted out, “I’d love to cut the bag open so I could see what they look like.” As truly submissive as I was, I reassured myself she couldn’t do that. Surely, the adults would intervene. And, if not, I was certainly big enough to defend myself in such a situation. So, I wrote it off. About that time her little sisters began asserting their right to have time feeling me up too. “Hey, Veronica, it’s my turn. You’ve felt it enough.”

That was followed by a familiar adult voice, “Veronica, let your sisters have a turn.” It was Mrs. Kirkland. She stopped in front of me and eyed me up and down. “My, my, my, aren’t you the good looking one? Pretty well hung, too. You keep it shaved?” She momentarily bumped her daughter’s hand off my scrotum and cradled my penis. “You like the little boys and I like them a little older. Let’s see how far you can shoot. What’d ya say? You think you can shoot three feet? More?”

I really wasn’t sure what she was talking about. Though I masturbated regularly, I’d never thought of it as shooting. And, frankly, I’d never ejaculated in anyone else’s presence before. “Okay, boys and girls, stand back.” About that moment, Linda and Amy flew out the back door.

Amy had my mom’s video camera at the ready, “Hey, wait. Wait! I want to get this on video.”

Linda took a minute to be instructional, “Kid’s, when little boys grow up, they get hair around their peepee. We cut Jeff’s off so he would look more like Brad and Cody. When they get hair and their peepee grows, these things make stuff,” she cradled my balls, “called sperm. Inside of him there is another round thing that makes a special juice called semen. Later if you stick your finger in his butt hole you can feel it.”

That remark brought an “ooooooooo” of disgust from Cara and Emily.

Linda continued, “When his peepee, or penis, gets rubbed it can make the semen and sperm come out through his pee hole. We’re going to make him rub it right in front of all of us so you can see that happen.” I stood there in disbelief at what they were saying. But the reality happened when Linda slapped my left butt cheek and said. “It’s show time. You get going and don’t stop until you cum.”

I encircled my erection and slowly moved my hand up and down the rock hard shaft. The entire audience was staring almost trance like, except for Amy who was moving around to vary the viewing angles on the recorded footage. My erection had its onset at least a half hour earlier so pressure had been building for some time. It didn’t take long for me to find myself in a totally embarrassing pose with my back arched, toes curled and hips uncontrollably thrust forward as spurt after spurt shot from my penis right in front of the assembly of these younger boys and girls and their parents. I remember the sound of Brad and Cara almost simultaneously muttering “Whoa, did you see that?”

Then another first for me, Mrs. Kirkland asked Veronica if she’d like to taste it. Of course, the girl wrinkled her nose and mentioned how disgusting that was. I guess in an effort to convince her daughter, Mrs. Kirkland swiped my glans with her index finger and licked it. “See, it won’t hurt you. You might like it. Go ahead, Honey, give it a try.” Even I was disgusted at the thought, and I was further sickened watching her mother actually do that. Why would anyone want to taste that?

After watching her mother, six year old Cara must have thought she was missing out on a privilege, “I wanna taste it.”

“Well go ahead, taste it.” She managed to use her finger to retrieve one of the last drops seeping from the urethra. She licked it and gave a childlike, “mmmmm”. I have to think that was merely testament to her own bravery over her older sisters. Her facial expression suggested it wasn’t as pleasant as she’d expected.

“Brad, you want to taste it?” Linda offered.

“Okay. But there isn’t any on there anymore.”

“Put the tip of it in your mouth and lick it off. I’m sure you’ll get some.”

I couldn’t believe she was instructing this nine year old boy, her own son no less, to orally explore my teen appendage. But he did. After momentarily engulfing the tip of my penis in his mouth, he scrunched up his nose and just said, “It’s okay, I guess.” The really bad thing for both of us was that Amy got it all on video.

“You want to try it Cody?” she asked as she aimed the camera.

“No,” followed by the most young boy like reasoning, “I don’t want Brad’s germs.”

Even in my embarrassed and totally humiliated state I found that remark somewhat humorous. When offered a taste of someone’s cum, he was more concerned about the content of his friend’s saliva. Only a preteen’s reasoning could come up with that.

As I think back, the whole cop incident was spurred by what, even today, I would call an extremely minor annoyance to the prudish public. I mean who could be so put off by two naked nine year old boys romping in their front yard? I wondered what having a nude teenager being forced to masturbate before some little kids would qualify as. I also wondered how much worse it is to allow them to taste the resultant ejaculate. In my mind, it made the public exhibition of two naked preteen boys considerably less objectionable. Don’t you think?

The remainder of the day passed uneventfully. Mr. Kirkland came home and didn’t bother coming out to watch his wife and offspring play with the three naked boys. He had to have at least looked out the window and seen the circus in Linda’s yard. I guess he chose to ignore it.

At dusk the neighbor kids and their mother returned to their house to “fix dinner for Daddy”. As they left I felt a certain amount of relief thinking the whole ordeal would soon end. After all, I’d been squeezed, pulled, yanked, photographed, video recorded, anally probed, and shot my load twice more at the hands of the kids. I was exhausted. I was also becoming comfortable with my state and had lost my erection. It was then a police officer, the same one who’d shooed us to the backyard earlier in the day, walked into the backyard. I immediately covered in an attempt to avoid what might result in an arrest. He didn’t say a word and walked over and kissed Amy on the cheek.

“Jeff this is my cousin, Rob. Linda and I asked him to stop by earlier today and rattle your cage a bit.”

I had been set up.

You would think that would have curtailed my babysitting for Linda and Amy, but quite the contrary. I continued to look after one or the other or both until they were thirteen years old. Though there were times I found myself voluntarily stripping with the boys, Linda and Amy only forced me to expose myself on one other occasion. In exchange, I was permitted to force their nudity with impunity. Even Cody was no longer allowed to challenge my order to strip. I was given carte blanche to use the belt if he did. My nudity that afternoon and one other day six months later, actually unbridled me to publicly expose, touch and spank the boys at my whim. Sodomy was the only thing that was strictly off limits both by parental mandate and my own line drawing.

Having to succumb to the embarrassment and humiliation was an uncomfortable price to pay. But on those two occasions when I was forced by the adults to strip, I gained protection from their mothers’ accusations about me, too. After all, turn around is fair play.

Maybe someday I’ll tell you about my other experiences of being forced to expose myself, and a few of the times Brad and Cody were used to satisfy my voyeuristic libido through forced exhibitionism.

Two years later things became even more interesting. The Wildbachs from East Germany moved in just down the street from Linda. They had two boys, Fritz and Willy. The two of them became fast friends with Brad and Cody. Linda suggested my services to the Wildbachs as both parents were working. I think they liked the idea that I had a reputation for making them mind and only watch them if they gave me punishment authority. I'll let the boys fill you in on how our relationship developed.

(The End)