Five Boys Remember the Way It Was 3

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
A coauthored story by Runningbare and EBB

Chapter 3-- Cody Remembers
By, Running Bare

Back in those days, I think my shyness about being naked in front of others was a real issue not only for my mother, but really for me too. When I was a late preteen and early teenager, I wanted to be like the other boys my age and have only a guarded self-consciousness. That never happened. Even today, I feel kind of self-conscious using urinals in men’s rooms. It really doesn’t matter if there are those privacy screens on each side or not. Most often I choose to go into one of the stalls instead.

My penis has always been longer than the other boys’ and comments and staring have made me that uncomfortable from age six on. Even the best efforts of my mom, Jeff and even Brad have not freed me from the embarrassment of being on display. I mean both mom and Jeff forced me to present myself naked in front of many people often including girls my age and younger. You can imagine how that felt to a boy who was afraid to expose himself to other boys. I always envied Brad for his lack of concern about those matters. He even loved having the Kirkland girls playing with his exposed parts. I never got used to it.

You’ll remember I wasn’t allowed underwear which left me quite vulnerable to a lot of “viewing” and encouraged many to reach up and play with my penis usually after “massaging” my legs. Miss Collins, who lived down the street, used to call me in to her house and offer to rub “those beautiful little boy legs so they don’t cramp up”. Somehow it always ended with my shorts pulled off and her also rubbing my third leg so it did “cramp up”. After having two or three such rubbing sessions, she started impaling my boy hole with her finger and massaging it, she liked to lick my ball sack. She’d excuse such oral stimulation as her saliva made it easier for her hand to “slide around on them better”. Eventually she’d lick and suck on my penis offering the same explanation. Funny, I was truly embarrassed when she’d do that but it did feel really good to be hard and have someone else tend to my genitals in such a way. After the first few times, I’d gotten used to her skipping the foreplay and stripping me so she could get to everything as soon as I entered her house. She wasn’t such a bad lady. Just had a touch of pedophilia. I think her heart was in the right place. She convinced herself she was making me “feel good”, and she was. I often think back, if it wasn’t for Linda or Mom’s complicity in offering my body to almost everyone, whether I’d have told Mom about Mrs. Collins exploits. My shyness about my body would have compelled me to do it, but after time I kind of looked forward to my visits to Miss Collins’ house. Sometimes, I’d even sit on her front lawn, making sure my dick head was exposed from under the hemline of my shorts, while I rubbed my legs like I was working out a cramp. All in the hope she’d eventually see me and take the bait and offer to do it for me.

Richard Donnelly the teen boy who lived next to Mrs. Collins’ house was asked by her to join us on two or three occasions. He never did anything but take pictures of me naked. Almost all were frontal shots of me stiff in poses Mrs. Collins ordered me to assume. Over the years, you’d think all would be water under the bridge, but not so. Those pictures Richard took have survived, even after Miss Collins’ death. You’ve probably come across many of them scanned and posted online. Yes, they’re still out there and that is a bit embarrassing even while there’s no way people would necessarily connect them with me. Most of them are black and white. I think that was because Richard had a darkroom in his basement and could develop his own black and white film and print it. It was about the time when the American prudes put an end to much of the commercial processing of naked kid pictures. Suffice to say, if you’re looking at posed nudes of a ten or eleven year old dark haired boy, many with a fairly long stiffy, they’re probably me.

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Thinking back, one of the most painful experiences I had involved the two youngest Kirkland girls (Emily and Cara), Brad, another boy from fourth grade class at school and his sister who was, at the time, seven just like Cara. I had just turned ten the same month it happened. Mom sent Brad and me out to play and as usual we were allowed nothing more than those cotton, gym short-shorts as attire. Emily and Cara were out bouncing on their trampoline. Emily called us over. Not that we wouldn’t have gone anyway. We both enjoyed bouncing on their toy.

“Hey guys, why don’t you take off your shorts and come on the trampoline?” As you’ve probably already learned, the girls loved seeing and playing with our penises.

I decided to push for my modesty, “Why do we have to take off our shorts to bounce on it?”

“Because we like watching your wieners flop around, don’t we Cara?” Of course the youngest agreed.

Brad pushed his pants off and climbed up there. I attempted to climb on with my shorts still in place. Cara objected and made the statement, “All boys have to be naked to use the trampoline. That’s the rule!”

I objected, “That’s not a rule.”

Emily agreed with her sister’s remark and argued that it was citing her mother’s demand that we be naked just a few days before. I argued that she said that because we had wet bathing suits on and she made us take them off to avoid getting the trampoline wet. Again, I don’t know why. I could have argued that the damned thing got wet every day it rained, but I was a kid then and apparently hadn’t developed critical thinking skills.

Rather than get further into a fight with the two little brats, I backed off. My modesty was more important to me than trampoline use. I sat cross legged on the lawn and just watched them. I don’t know why Brad didn’t object as Cara clutched his boy parts when they’d fall on the rubber surface, but she almost always did. Of course, Brad developed a hard-on which made the viewing pleasure even more intense. That stiff appendage would flop up and down and left and right as he bounced. I must admit it was fun to watch.

After an hour or so, they all quit. Brad, still naked, suggested we ask if their Mom would put the sprinkler on so we could run through it. The girls ran in to ask and returned in their two piece suits. Mrs. Kirkland shouted from the back door, “Cody if you are going to play in the sprinkler, you have to take off your shorts. I don’t want your mother upset about them getting wet and muddy. Brad, you stay naked while you play in the sprinkler.”

If you haven’t picked up on it yet, the deck was definitely stacked against the boys in both households. I, again, opted to watch rather than participate as I didn’t like the required boys’ dress code. Following a wild half hour of watching the three of them playing with the sprinkler (and often playing with Brad’s sprinkler as well), Veronica came out and shut the water off. “Mom says you guys have had enough water play. She doesn’t want a high water bill this month.”

After Brad slid his shorts back on, he beckoned the girls over to us. “Hey, let’s play cops and robbers. We can be the cops and Cody can be the first robber.” Cops and robbers was not a favorite of the girls, but they reluctantly agreed. About that time Ted Berglund, a kid from my class at school, and his sister Tammy were walking past the Kirklands’. Brad, of course, hailed Ted and summoned him to play. Tammy tagged along and was immediately pleased to see Cara was in the yard as well.

After explaining our intent Ted suggested we needed something to use to secure the criminal after he/she was caught. That spurred Emily to volunteer to search their garage for some rope or something to secure the culprits. When she, Cara and Tammy returned, she had a nine or ten foot length of clothes line in her hand and Cara had some kind of skinny rubber string she was playing with. Brad, Ted and I all agreed the clothes line would be okay to secure the prisoners. That heavy rubber sting would probably break. Cara rolled it up and tucked it in the bottom of her two-piece. I guess to keep it with her.

All I remember after that was being tracked down buy the rest of them and made to allow Ted to tie me to one of the lawn chairs. My hands were secured behind my back, and one leg was tied to each of the front chair legs. I knew the girls were taking advantage of my situation to size up my penis and balls as the legs of those shorts were so wide opened they couldn’t miss it. Tammy was mesmerized and I could see exactly where her gaze was fixed.

“Hey, he needs to be searched for weapons, doesn’t he?” Emily asked.

Ted was pretty matter of fact in pointing out the obvious. “What in the hell could he be hiding, Em? I mean he’s only got those shorts on and you can see right up his legs.”

“Well, I’d feel better if we took his pants off so we could search him just to make sure.”

I objected. But, the more I objected the more committed my captors, boys included, wanted to remove any vestige of modesty. Even Ted became aroused at the idea of stripping me naked and I’m sure keeping me that way.

Brad got the ball moving, “Okay, let’s take his shorts off. He can be naked the whole time. I mean he’s the prisoner and his uniform can be naked.”

Again, I fought to keep my shorts on. But as it was arguing that only made the captors’ excitement and notably Ted’s penis grow. He was tenting as he suggested that we untie my legs and slip my pants off. Emily couldn’t wait and undid the knots. I immediately began kicking to get them away from me. I was frustrated to tears and shouted some obscenities and threats at them as they tried to curtail my kicking. The lawn chair fell over and I ended up on my side on the lawn. Both Brad and Ted held me as Emily roughly yanked my pants down to my calves. Ted released his hold long enough to slide the shorts off one leg and then Brad did the same on the other side. I was nude. And Cara immediately grabbed my hard dick. Tammy argued she wanted to feel it too, and was quickly offered the opportunity.

While Tammy explored my stiffy and ball sack, Cara handed the boys the end of the rope and they bound my feet once again. After they finished I was spread eagle and presented to all in attendance. I was crying and continued the verbal unpleasantries and threats. Tammy immediately clutched my erect penis and yanked it. “His is longer than yours, Teddy. Look his bag is bigger too!”

With his sister’s pronouncement Ted blushed. Of course Emily joined right in, “Maybe Teddy can be the next robber! I wanna see his!” Never happened though.

About that time the Kirkland teen, Veronica, came out again. She laughed at my displeasure and she too took a moment to roughly caress my stiff penis and ball sack.

“Cara, what is that in your bathing suit?” She asked in her semi-parental tone. “That grey thing. What is that?”

“Oh this? I got it off Daddy’s workbench. I don’t know what it is.” She pulled the grey rubber string out from her suit bottom.

Veronica identified the stuff and continued her interrogation. “That’s a spline for the screen windows. What are you doing with it?”

“We were going to use it to tie Cody up, but we used the rope instead.”

Then Veronica had to take it one step further, “Why don’t you and Tammy be the jail nurses? I’ll tell you what, have either of you ever heard of a catheter?” Both of the girls, Brad, Ted and I hadn’t a clue what she was talking about. “A catheter is what doctors and nurses use to help people pee. They use them for sick people and sometimes when they operate. What it is is a little hose about like that rubber string there, only it’s hollow. They shove it all they way in the person’s pee hole and all the way to the patient’s bladder. That’s what that grey stuff reminds me of. Well, you kids have fun. I’m going back in the house.” Her devious guidance as to what to do with that rubber string didn’t go unnoticed. She covered her own ass with the deniability with the “I never told them to do that” defense, but the seed was planted.

Brad, my good friend, jumped on the idea first. “Hey, let’s do it to Cody. Look his wiener is hard and it should go right in.”

I began twisting and begging them not to do it. Again, my protests did nothing more than cement their resolve. Ted grabbed my unsecured upper torso from the back of the chair. My legs were already spread and secured to each chair leg. Brad began squeezing my dick head and immediately encouraged the girls, “Yeah, that’ll fit in there.”

Emily needed little more encouragement. She took the spline stuff and pressed the end of it into my pee hole. It hurt as she began pushing it further. I yelled in pain, but the hurting must have also been motivating to them. “Push it in there as far as you can, Em.” Ted encouraged as he watch and struggled to secure my body.

“I wanna push some in there…” Tammy whined.

Emily moved aside and let the younger girl continue the process. Tammy was not gentle. Quite the contrary. As she pushed it in my penis felt like it was on fire from the inside out. The scraping had me worried that I’d be bleeding. I was crying and shouting at Tammy ordering her to stop and pull it out. She just ignored me and continued to feed the spline into my penis. I could feel it’s progress. I was well aware when each fraction of an inch was forced in there. My body did it’s best to impede the intrusion. At one point, when the progress appeared to be stopped, Brad asked, “You think it’s all the way in his balls?”

“I don’t know. Are his balls the same as his bladder?” Hey, Brad, like most eleven year olds, had no anatomy knowledge other than the names of his external parts.

Tammy just shrugged and gave it a forceful shove. Each time she did it felt like she was ripping the urethra apart. The pain was unbearable. There must have been a lot of sadistic juice flowing that morning as none of my supposed friends did anything other than encourage her to continue.

I could feel the head of the string as it went beyond the base of my penis and entered my body proper. Eventually urine began leaking from the tip. It trickled from around the rubber intruder. Tammy got pee on her hand and disgustedly shook it dry as the other kids laughed. I was scared and continued to cry. I was splayed there with six inches of the spline in me and a couple of feet of it hanging out of my penis. I continued to be aware of the part that was buried deep inside of me.

Veronica knocked on the window. The outdoor audience all turned to see the teen giving the “okay” signal to my torturers.

I just wanted it out. I continued to beg them to remove it. Eventually, Emily grabbed my dick and the exposed end of the spline and gave it a tug. It slid out and the urine rushed out from the now stretched out urethra. It took hours before my sphincter was able to control the flow again. The other kids took my shorts to my mother and didn’t allow me to put anything on the rest of the afternoon. They never offered any information about what they’d done to me. The only said they wanted me to be naked the rest of the day. Of course, Mom was on board with that.

At dinner, I let the whole ordeal out. Linda and Mom were both a little concerned. Mom made me stand up and she inspected my still exposed appendage. “Did it bleed?”

Brad answered, “No. He just peed.”

For some reason, that satisfied my mother. “If you feel burning or pain when you pee, let me know. We may have to take you to the doctor for antibiotics.” Both she and Linda raised an eyebrow and smiled to each other and resumed eating their meals. “You’ll be alright. But, Brad, let’s not do that again unless there is an adult present.” NO, not “Let’s not do that again, ever”, but “Let’s not do it unless and adult is present?” WTF?

Then, later that same year, along come the Wildbach boys. Brad found a soulmate with Willy. Hell, they’d stay nude all the time if it was up to them. Fritz, who we called Ricky, was more like me. Only difference was he liked feeling my penis, playing with my balls, prodding my hole, and even rubbing my legs. I know it felt good when he did his exploring, but my embarrassment kind of made those occasions uncomfortable for me. And, believe me Jeff always made me succumb to Ricky’s exploration. For that matter, Jeff invited many people to explore my naked body. Sometimes even complete strangers. More than once he’d make me undress and present myself to some strangers at the beach or on some wooded trail. If they had cameras, on the few times I wasn’t already hard as a rock, he’d invite them with, “Want some photos of him hard? Play with his thing!”

I remember the first day I met Mrs. Wildbach, Ricky and Willy’s mother. We were at Brad’s house and both his mother and mine were having coffee. My mother made me stay naked most Saturday mornings. Brad’s not so much. He would sometimes prefer parading around nude and other times not. It didn’t seem to bother him either way. But, I had to be nude. Mom said it would help me accept myself and my body if I learned to be more comfortable with my maleness. Anyway, I was naked and playing in the living room with Brad’s erector set. The doorbell rang and Linda answered the door. I could hear the jovial greetings and the distinctly German accent of the visiting woman. As she entered the foyer, I tried to find a way to hide my penis and scrotum from her view by pressing both between my legs. I knew there was no way I could avoid her seeing me nude as they had to pass the opening to the living room as she entered.

“Oh, vat a sveet jungen.” She’d seen me. I glimpsed up and saw the two of them staring at me as I played. She asked if I was Brad and Linda told her that Brad was upstairs in his bedroom. She introduced me. I just smiled nervously still clenching my boy parts between my legs.

“Cody, when someone introduces you to another person, especially an adult, you stand up out of respect. Get up!”

Linda’s voice wasn’t really perturbed, but you didn’t have to be a brain surgeon to know what her intention really was.

“I said, stand up and come over here and meet Ricky and Willy’s mother.”

I rose, shielding my erecting penis from the view of the two women.

“Cody!” Linda’s tone was somewhat livid. “Put your hands to your side and walk over here. Let Mrs. Wildbach has two boys of her own. There’s nothing there she hasn’t seen.”

I did as I was told and my boner immediately sprung to parallel with the floor. I could feel it swaying back and forth as I approached the women.

“He’s still a little shy about his penis. His mother and I are trying to train him to be less modest so we keep him nude most of the time he’s home. Actually, I think he’s silly not to want to show that nice package of his to everyone. Kind of impressive for a ten year old, isn’t it?”

Mrs. Wildbach was evidently intrigued as she was unable to make eye contact with me. She just stared at my stiffy and smiled.

“Yes, we tell him that all the time. He should be proud to show it off. The little girls next door love to come over and play with it. We make him let them feel it hoping he’ll quit being so shy.”

“You let girls feel his parts?”

“Oh sure. You want to examine it? I mean you can have a good look at it if you want. Cody let Mrs. Wildbach have a look at you penis and sack, Honey.”

That was it. I was definitely embarrassed and reluctant, but I pushed my hips forward to allow her to explore my hard-on if she wished to do so. She gently cradled my hardened member and then rolled my glans around with her fingers and thumb.

“Ja, it is very nice. My boys aren’t beschnitten” she became somewhat flustered and tried to find the word, “circ…, circ?”

Linda finished it, “circumcised?”

“Ja, circumcised. He certainly is long there.”

“We encourage both of the boys, Brad and Cody, to stay naked. I think it’ll make them healthier.”

About that time, Mom walked in on the conversation and watched as Mrs. Wildbach continued to roll my glans and penis back and forth between her fingers and thumb.

“Hi, I’m Amy. I’m Cody’s mother.”

Mrs. Wildbach guardedly dropped her hand from my penis. It was evident she felt a little awkward about feeling my goods in front of my mother.

Mom extended her hand and shook Mrs. Wildbach’s with an accepting smile.

“You don’t have to stop. I’m proud of it, him…” she kind of giggled, “his boy thing. It’s kind of my best piece of artwork. My masterpiece if you know what I mean. I love to see people admire it. I really like seeing him be so bashful.”

The women entered the living room where I had all my bolts, nuts and girders spread out. I was told I could go back to my building and they sat and talked in my presence. After having been actually accosted by Mrs. Wildbach’s touch, I had no reason to hide my boy parts anymore and I became less aware of my nakedness, though I was aware of her continued interest as she stared off and on at my nakedness. It was then we got filled in on our new friends.

“My sons are not uncomfortable being nackt. Villy, loves being nackt. Boys in East Germany vere often made to be nackt when playing. Fritz ist more modest. He ist similar to Cody about being vithout clothes. I vish it vere not that vay, but…”

Mom spoke up, “Really it was another boy, a teenager, who gave us the idea that Cody and Brad, but especially Cody, should be made to be naked in public as often as we could do it. He made the boys become playthings for the girls next door and even made them hike and play naked in the stream at our park. This summer, I’m going to make Cody stay naked at the beach, when we go.”

I was shocked at that last piece of information. “Naked at the beach?” I was committed to avoid that.

“In Germany, my boys vent to beach nackt vhenever ve took tem. Children played nackt in fountains in cities. Boys vere not embarrassed. Mein Fritz vas alvays shy.”

“A lot of people here are shy about their little boys, and girls, bodies. They pretend to be offended when the boys are running around naked. I kind of like pissing them off. I mean they’re kids. Their bodies are ours until their grown. Here, in most places, kids can be naked in public if they haven’t gone through puberty, but many people pretend to be offended.”

Mrs. Wildbach shrugged her shoulders as if she was stuck on the puberty thing.

Mom responded, “You know, got hair down there.” They both smiled and nodded.

About that time Brad bounded down the stairs. He was wearing his usual cotton gym shorts and nothing else. Linda summoned him into the living room to meet Mrs. Wildbach. She eyed him up and down and seemed truly enthralled by his well-tanned form. She reached out and caressed his knees. After the niceties Brad joined me on the braided rug in the living room and I explained my building ideas.

“Ven my boys are here, they can be nackt too?” I wasn’t sure it was a question or a grant of permission, but Linda was quick to answer.

“Oh sure. They can be naked here.”

“You vill make mine Fritz be nackt?”

“Sure. We can make Fritz be naked if that’s what you want.”

“It ist okay, if you vish. Willy ist not embarrassed, but Fritz ist.”

“We’ll let Jeff know. If we aren’t here he can make the boys run around naked as much as you’d like.”

It was evident from the conversation, she, and, I’m not sure about our moms, knew nothing about their first after school visit when Jeff made her boys strip nude for that afternoon. She and our parents were oblivious to the Kirkland’s shenanigans with her sons. Brad nudged me with his elbow and grunted a little chuckle at those remarks. Now, Mrs. Wildbach was making most of Jeff’s desires perfectly “legal”. I felt a bit let down because that just solidified my predicament having three consenting mothers, one of them a newcomer to the neighborhood. But on the other hand, misery does love company and now there were two new targets.

“You know the boys are often visited by the little girls next door and other kids from the neighborhood and some touching you might find objectionable sometimes happens?” Linda was warning her.

“Das ist okay. No harm, no harm. Who ist Jeff?”

Then Mom had to add, “Jeff, he’s the teenage boy who looks after these two when we aren’t here, anyway Jeff is a bit of a toucher as well. We kind of think he’s into little boys, but we can’t be sure.”

I remember thinking, “I’m sure…”

“But he’s never done anything more than innocently touch or photograph the boys when they’re naked. He’s never sodomized or even attempted to penetrate either of them. I think he’s pretty safe or we wouldn’t leave the boys in his care.” Neither of us knew what the hell “sodomize” meant. It was apparent that didn’t translate to Mrs. Wildbach either. She inquired about the word. Mom, in her typical crude manner, formed a circle with her forefinger and thumb on her right hand and used the middle finger of her left to demonstrate intercourse. It sure embarrassed me when she did that, but Ricky and Willy’s mom immediately got the message. Apparently, Mom opted not to tell her he let the girls and their friends shove their finger in our holes though. I’m sure she knew about it too.

“Touch ist okay. This ist vay Kinder, I mean children, learn about bodies. Boys and girls have curiosity. ” Mrs. W added to show her understanding.

“Well they’re certainly welcomed to be naked around here. We like watching their little swinging dicks.“

This visit, three days after Willy and Ricky’s first naked play in our yard, kind of provided a green light for Jeff. It was the start of unbridled nakedness for the four of us. I don’t know if it was the tag games or other issues that one or the other of them shared with their mother, but, my initial thoughts must have been wrong, it certainly seemed she was aware of the exposure and mild sex play that occurred at our house. Apparently, neither of the boys let on that Jeff spanked with his belt if he felt it was warranted. That discussion wasn’t to occur for another week or two and it was with both of Ricky and Willy’s parents. But that’s another story. Suffice to say, their mother was a little uncomfortable with the idea, but Mr. Wildbach was full on board with his boys getting the belt if their behavior was inappropriate. It was a point of friction between the two of them. Eventually, much to Mrs. Wildbach’s consternation, their dad won the argument. If the boys were at our house, the belt could be used “sparingly” to discipline them.

Mrs. Wildbach didn’t start making me the lone nudist at their house until Linda told her both she and Amy wanted me to be nude anytime I was visiting. I don’t think she minded. But she did enjoy teasing my glans when I sat near her on the couch on those visits. She pinched it and pulled it a bit. I think it was because her boys’ (and I’m sure Mr. Wildbach’s) heads were covered. She was intrigued with my exposed glans. Mom explained that Willy and Ricky’s mom just admired how long my penis was. She said Mrs. Wildbach told her she’d never seen such a long penis on a young boy my age before. Maybe that was it. Anyway, she felt free to require me to be naked and touch whatever when I visited their home.

Even after that parent roundtable discussion, I was still the primary target for Jeff, Linda, Mrs. Wildbach, and my mother’s vicarious lust for exhibitionism. Looking back, Brad and Willy’s apparent lack of modesty, must have lessened their arousal at the prospect of making them parade around nude. Even Ricky, who held as much modesty as I, wasn’t forced into such things as I was. I think it was his apparent early budding into puberty that gave them pause. The worst times for me were when we’d be some place and Jeff or Mom would make me go nude and the other three boys were required to stay covered by some clothing item. I mean what’s with that? Brad and Willy loved romping naked, and especially gaining the shocked attention of all those on looking strangers. But they were required to stay covered. And Ricky? He was as shy about being naked as I was, but he didn’t have to succumb to Jeff’s (Linda’s or my mom’s) demands for my public nudity on many occasions—just me. I think they were amused showing off my lengthier than usual boy member too. My forced exposure almost always resulted in someone, usually some strange kid, fondling me. To my total embarrassment, Willy or Brad would pull on my boner in front of complete strangers and laugh as they gasped to pretend to be appalled.

The weird thing is Mom never seemed too concerned about my complaints. She’d just tell me the adults in my life wanted me to be more comfortable with my body. Mom also wanted me to parade around naked. She said what Linda and she wanted was for me to lose my modesty. She insisted my penis was longer than average. And my ass? Well let’s just say everyone has one.

Guess their approach never worked out as planned. Secretly, I wish it had though. It just increased my desire for puberty to come early (it didn’t) and hardened my resolve to hide my body. To this day, I hate my shyness, but it is cemented in my personality.

I don’t want you to ever think I went compliantly into those occasions. I didn’t. Jeff, Linda or my mother used the belt on me on several times for refusing to get undressed. Then I ended up not only with a sore ass but naked on top of it.

That first night at Brad’s house, when Jeff made me strip naked, was extremely humiliating. But, the next day when I had to submit to public exposure ranks as one of the most devastating days of my life. Do you know how crushing having fully clothed little girls your own age playing with your penis, balls and ass is? Can you even imagine how embarrassing it was to be reduced to tears because you were commanded to present yourself naked to the world so that could happen? Or, consider the confusion running rampant through your mind as you pondered how your mother could condone such things. But she did.

For those of you who lived through the seventies and early eighties, I’m sure you will remember the shorts boys wore back then. They were very, very short. So short it wasn’t uncommon for the bottom of a boy’s ass cheeks to be showing as he moved about. But, they had those knee socks. Those long white tube socks with the colorful bands encircling the tops. Boys even wore those to school. Again, most of my friends didn’t have a problem with wearing the short shorts, but I did. Until Jeff entered my life, I insisted I had to wear jeans everywhere, but especially to school. My mother demanded I wear shorts on weekends and after school though, so I didn’t spend a whole lot of time outside where I might be seen in them. Even my bare “muscular and shapely” legs embarrassed me.

Well, late in the eighties the fashion gradually returned to knee length shorts. That is except for when you were looked after by Jeff. For some reason he convinced my mother (and Linda and Ricky’s and Willy’s parents) that our legs were really attractive and he wanted to show them off. We all were made to wear what I would call running shorts pretty much all the time. That was unless we were nude. The knee socks were never allowed. Our legs were bare from ass cheeks to ankles all the time. The real crux of the matter was he convinced our parents, for the sake of ridding ourselves of modesty, underwear shouldn’t be worn either. That meant when we were in various positions our ass cheeks, dicks and balls were likely to be on display to anyone and everyone. I must admit, as revealing as they were at least they provide some coverage as compared to when I would be commanded to take them off in front of someone to display my naked package for them.

In school we were often the subject of visual inspection by both teachers and classmates. I mean when you’re dressed like that you can’t be on guard about how you sit all the time. Sometimes you would be concentrating on something and you’d sit with your legs spread, and, in my case at least, your penis would be sticking out the leg of the shorts. Of course, someone, usually another kid, would call it to the attention of everyone else and you’d quickly try to adjust to discontinue the show. Physical education was very problematic though. It was filled with activities that opened ones pubic area to public viewing.

Those shorts were our exclusive attire even in the winter cold, whenever Jeff supervised us. My mother liked that I was shy about wearing them, and, I believe, enjoyed triumphing in the confrontations with me about being forced to wear them. She became even more adamant when I complained about wearing them in the cold of winter. I think she found making me parade around half naked in the cold and snow a turn on. Then again I think she also found my embarrassment somewhat erotic and forcing my compliance to the quasi nudity as a power play victory for her. I do know she appeared flattered when someone would mention my bare legs in twenty degree weather. Someone would say, “Oh, you must be cold!” or “You’re a pretty tough little boy wearing shorts in this weather.” But what really tickled Mom was when they’d follow that with, “The kid’s got some good looking legs.”

All four of us wore those short-shorts almost everywhere we went. Most viewers were quick to do a double take as we passed them. More often than not, some stranger could be seen sizing up our legs right to the ass cheeks while we were standing or walking past. When we were sitting, our boy parts were always at least partially exposed. Jeff and even our moms would require us to sit with our legs spread. We were not permitted to put our hands in the proximity of our crotches. You’d have to have been blind not to notice everyone looking up the legs of our shorts and enjoying the view. They’d point and sometimes giggle, but most of the time they’d just stare transfixed on our penises and scrotums peeking from under the legs of our shorts. Actually, when we’d pop a boner, those shorts were so short our dick heads (mine always) would often be sticking out below the hemline.

Right after Brad’s twelfth birthday, Jeff’s parents let him use their small family motorhome to take us for a weekend to Weymouth State Park. That week the snow was about a foot deep. Temperatures were in the twenties and low thirties. When we got there, Jeff made me strip naked and told the other boys, they could wear their shorts and winter coats, but I had to stay naked below the waist at all times. The only thing I could think of for singling me out was that I was definitely the shiest of the group and my mother probably made him do it to me. Later I was to figure out the adults got horny by enforcing my public nudity.

The other boys teased me and made damned sure everyone was aware of my tight ball sack and penis that had been reduced to little more than a two inch nub as it sought the warmth of my pubis. They were told that any stranger that came upon us should be treated to the full Monty as the other three held me so my genitals were completely exposed. Jeff even said he’d pay a buck for each stranger they could convince to touch my penis or ball sack. All the other campground visitors were told they could take as many photos as they wished.

One of the most troubling points was that the other boys were forbidden to join me in my nakedness. I found it hard enough to be exposed when we all were required to be, but when everyone else wore covering, and I was the only nude, it was much more troubling. When I asked why I was the only one subjected to the naked rule, Jeff just said because he liked seeing my penis and ass and wanted others to share in the sight. My original supposition was later confirmed when I found out he and mom had made a secret pact to rid me of my boyhood modesty by forcing me to be a public spectacle as often as possible. Camping was an acceptable venue for it.

During that trip, warm up sessions for me involved draping me over the table in the camper and Jeff and the other boys taking turns rubbing my body especially my boy parts. Jeff claimed inserting their fingers in my butthole would increase the blood flow in my lower extremities. Jeff demonstrated how to do it every night and other boys, especially Willy, wasted no time following his instruction. I guess there was some truth to that as just when I thought I couldn’t get harder my penis stiffened to the point I thought it was going to pop the glans right off. Though I really could have done without the anal stimulation, the truth is my erections did make me feel good.

I felt some relief when on the second day Brad was made/allowed to strip and join me as a spectacle. Willy soon followed. Ricky was eventually forced to take his shorts and underwear off.

I didn’t have any hair down there, my penis had grown longer and thicker and my ball sack hung looser than it had been only a year before. That growth spurt was evident when I looked through the naked photos Jeff or the other adults made me pose for. Mom kept an album of them from when I was eight right up to fourteen. You didn’t have to be there, there were many photographic mementoes you could peruse just for the asking. It was (and still is) Mom’s fucking coffee table book. Most of the pictures were frontal shots of me with my stiffy sticking straight out. Some included poses with my fully exposed hole as well. In many either Brad or one or two of the Kirkland girls were playing with me. Mom liked to share the album and stories with any girlfriend I might have brought home well. I didn’t date a girl, through my high school or college years, who missed an opportunity to look through the photos. Those presentations were extremely embarrassing and my Mom knew it. The album documented how my penis had gone from a link sausage to a long brat, and my scrotum from a tight walnut to hanging fruit.

When I was twelve, Mom told me I’d have hair before I knew it. I didn’t until I was almost fourteen. She also said she was going to shave it when it came so she could keep me as her “little boy” for as long as possible. I hoped she was kidding. She wasn’t. She kept me bald until I was almost fifteen and protested. Do you have any idea how embarrassing it is in the boys’ locker room when some age mate notices you don’t have hair down there?

The following spring, the four of us were excited to return to the park for a day of swimming in Buck Lake. It was a popular swimming spot we found on the winter visit. It was closed then—iced over. Thank God for that because we four naked boys would probably have been forced to swim in the icy water in front of anyone who cared to watch. Talk about humiliation. Just imagine the “shrinkage”, if we had. But Jeff committed to bring us back when we could swim and so there we were.

Jeff parked the car in a small lot across the road from the beach area. He told us we were going to play in the water. I think that took all four of us by surprise as we didn’t have any swim attire and it was way too cold anyway. It was Brad who brought that up. Jeff held up a bag he’d brought with him and told us we did. Then he ordered us to strip naked and he’d give us something to wear. At that, even Brad, who’d long since developed a more decent modesty level, was skeptical.

Jeff passed us each a paper bag to put our clothes in, and we slowly began stripping right there in the car. Brad was fairly lucky. He was in the front seat. The three of us in the back had some trouble disrobing as the space was rather confined. I remember thinking that I wished Ricky would get his butt hole out of my face as he maneuvered while pulling off his underwear. There was some comic relief when I complained and we all laughed. Once we were nude, the three of us in the backseat settled back down and shielded our boyhoods with our hands. I can’t say why, we’d all seen each other’s packages many times before. Actually, we sat there covering our dicks and balls with our hands and giggling.

Jeff collected the bags and put them in the front seat between Brad and him. Then he opened the bag he’d brought and threw three small pieces of cloth back to us and gave the fourth to Brad. I remember Ricky giggling as I held mine up.

“What the hell is this?” I questioned and complained with at the same time. “This is girl stuff.”

“It’s called a thong! Boys in other countries wear them all the time to swim. Here in the States some people call it a banana hammock.”

I challenged, “A what?”

“A banana hammock. Your penis is the banana and the thong is the hammock that cradles it.”

Brad couldn’t get over it, he just nodded, chuckled and said, “Oh, shit! Banana hammock!”

Soon Brad, Willy, and Ricky began chanting, “Banana hammock, banana hammock, banana hammock!” and giggling the whole time. I sat quietly cradling my erection and balls with both hands. I wasn’t the least bit interested in wearing such a revealing item.

The damned thing was nothing more than a small triangle of cloth with strings hanging off each corner of the triangle. I remember thinking, We can’t be seen in such a thing. I’m not going to wear this where people can see me.

Brad beat me to the punch, “Well, we aren’t in another country. I can’t wear this in public.”

“Oh sure you can. Here, take the lower string and run it up your butt crack.”

It was if Willy and Ricky didn’t have any problem doing that as they both began trying to accomplish the task. Brad was getting help with his from Jeff. I just sat there mystified as I watched them do it.

“Then you run the longer string through the loop on top of the butt floss.” The three of them caught the humor of Jeff’s comment and giggled as they complied. “Then you tie that to the shorter one in a bow like this.” He demonstrated with Brad’s. “And that’s it.”

Ricky complained that the cloth didn’t cover his ball sack or dick enough. He demonstrated that when he moved people could get a side shot of his junk. At one point his now stiff penis actually popped out the side of the ‘hammock’. He was so hard his pecker head had freed itself from it’s natural covering. (I’m still intrigued thinking about Willy’s and his foreskin covered rods).

Now, if it wouldn’t sufficiently cover Ricky’s, you can imagine how limited my coverage would be. I’d have to fold my bad boy over to pack it in that scrap of cloth. No way I was going to fit.

Jeff started prodding me. “Cody, get the thong on now. We don’t have all day.”

“I’m not wearing this hammock thing in public.”

“Yes, you are. If I have to use the belt to get you going, I will. You’re naked now and I have clear access to spank that ass of yours. Okay, here’s your choice, you wear the thong or you go naked, your choice. But, any further lip about it and I’ll bend you over the hood of the car and whip the fire out of your bare ass with my belt and then you’ll be nude for the rest of the outing.

I knew he would. He liked whipping our bare backsides as much as making us embarrassed by forcing our public nudity. And, I was certain he wouldn't pass up the opportunity to whip me publicly and force me to stay naked all day which would cover both of those bases.

I fumbled with getting the thong on. Ricky was feeling his oats and grabbed my dick and balls to make donning that damn thing almost impossible. Everyone but me laughed.

“What the hell?”

With his lightly accented English he said, “Ve just vant you to have to be naked. So I vill not allow you to put it on.” Then he laughed and let go of my package freeing my now stiff penis.

It was then that Jeff intervened. “Cody, I think Ricky is right. You need to stay naked all day. No clothes! Just toss the thong back up here. A little exposure might help your attitude.”

I tried to argue, but Jeff was closed to it. He made me get out of the car. As I did I could hear the gasps and giggles of a group of college aged girls as they were passing. “Oh my gawd, look at that cute naked little boy.” “Cute little tush you have there, Buddy. Turn around let us see how you’re hung.” They slowed anticipating that I’d show them my boy package as they ordered, but I ignored them.

“You heard the ladies, Cody. Show them your dick.” Jeff demanded.

Temporarily their attention was drawn to the others. “Look, it’s a veritable boy smorgasbord. Aren’t they the cutest? I didn’t know they made little boy thongs.”

Another interjected, “I wish my little sister had come along. Maybe she could have had a play date!” The others giggled. “Come on, Honey, turn around and put your hands down so we can see that little boy part.”

Then Brad, Ricky and Willy joined the girls’ giggles and chanted at me. “Show them your dick! Show them your dick!”

I could feel my face flush. I mean I was standing naked in front of six girls I never met and I was being compelled, against my will, to show them some of my most private body parts. And, my “buddies” were among the chorus. I bet my entire body was red from the blush. I looked over my shoulder and at least three of the girls were clicking photos. I was not going to give them frontal footage, if I could help it.

One of the girls commented, “Oh, come on kid. Everyone has seen little boys naked before. Just turn around and let us see your little thingy. We won’t hurt you.”

Again, I ignored the taunt. Then I felt what could only have been one of the girl’s hands on my bare backside. She rubbed it. I twisted in the opposite direction and managed to angrily pull my torso away from her caress. Jeff just stood there smiling. “Girls he’s a little shy so why don’t you let his friends here help you? Boys show them Cody’s boy parts.” Without hesitation the other three thong clad boys grabbed me, turned me around and Ricky put me in a full nelson. I was helpless as the girls giggled and snapped pictures of my five inch boner. The girl who’d been caressing my butt then grabbed my dick. “Oh my, aren’t we hard for such a young boy?” I tried to wiggle free but Ricky was bigger and stronger and kept me within her reach. She fingered my ball sack and continued her teasing.

“Honey, you are going to make many girls very happy with a boy part like yours. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a boy your age so well hung.” The she asked Jeff, “He isn’t shooting yet, is he?”

Jeff boasted, “No, not yet. But, I’d bet soon.”

“What about you other boys? How about you lose your thongs there? We’d love to see it all.”

Without much hesitation both Brad and Willy shed their patches. Immediately, Willy led the two of them in a silly wiggle dance causing their boners to flop around to the amusement of the girls. When it came to nudity both of them were fearless. Ricky still holding me mumbled, “I don’t think so.” But I imagined from the feel of his hard appendage pressing against my but crack, he’d have a difficult time keeping it contained by that small triangle of cotton.

One of the girls spouted, “Gawd I love little boy penises. I love how hard they get. And look at those tight little wrinkled ball sacks. They are soooo cute! If it was up to me, I’d make all little boys stay nude all the time. Aren’t they just the cutest?” as she aimed and clicked her camera.

Then Jeff offered, “Why don’t you girls put the sunscreen on them? They need their bodies well protected. These three will be wearing thongs, but I think it would be good to make sure their penises and scrotums are coated just in case. This one,” he pointed at me, “will be nude the whole time so he will need very thorough coverage.” There was a collective gasp. “All four will need their backsides coated and I’d suggest we make sure their little rosebuds are well protected too. What do you think? Wanna help me out?”

It was then Ricky released me from the hold and began to attempt to negotiate with Jeff to be exempted from the whole sunscreen thing. For a nudist kid I could never figure out Ricky’s body shyness, but he had it. When he tried to explain it to me, he said he was okay with being naked if everyone else had to be naked, but not when it was only him or if a small group he was a member of had to be naked in front of everyone else in clothes. He also told me that he wasn’t used to having to let people play with his equipment. That wasn’t part of nudism. Guess he struck out when he met Jeff.

One of the girls tried to ease Ricky’s argument. “Oh come on, Buddy. I have a brother your age and I’ve seen and touched him a million times. Don’t be so shy. Lose the thong.”

Jeff pointed at the buckle of the belt he was wearing as a signal to Ricky he’d better comply. Without further argument Ricky pulled the string securing the bow that supported his thong and allowed the skimpy covering to fall to the ground.

“Oh now that’s better, don’t you think?” The girl who pointed out how familiar she was with boy parts took his hand, turned him around and began rubbing his penis.

“My two of you are covered up. We don’t see much of that, do we girls?” obviously referring to Willy and Ricky’s foreskins. Two of the others nodded their agreement. “How’s this work? I guess you just slide this back, huh.” She pushed the foreskin back toward the shaft revealing Ricky’s dick head. “Well would you look at that! Hey, Shelia, push the little guy’s skin back and his dickhead should pop right out there.” The girl playing with Willy’s penis did as she was told and to her amusement exposed his wet, red, glans.

“Oh, wow! Look at that!” She continued to play with Willy’s pee slit and offered, “You know I don’t know which kind I like best. I mean I’ve never seen one that’s still covered before. The covered ones are interesting to play with, but the uncovered ones are fun to touch and I think I like the looks of the cut ones better. Guess there are benefits both ways.”

And, so went our hike. The girls followed us close enough that we’d stop for them to touch occasionally. It was annoying when they’d take a small tree branch or weed and tickle our asses with it. Even more embarrassing was when they’d tickle our dicks with it. I’m just thankful, as I think back, they didn’t use poison ivy to do those things.

*****

Five months later, I was to find myself in a heap of shit, literally. I was being compelled to attend Scout camp by my mother. It was to be a two week stint. She’d heard many of the activities would require me to be naked with the other boys and she liked the idea. Of course, she didn’t tell me about that aspect of the experience.

Jeff was in college and still lived at home. He volunteered with the Scout troop where we boys were members. He also volunteered to be a counselor at the camp when our troop was scheduled to attend.

I was stuck in a cabin with other eleven and twelve year old boys, and, thankfully, Jeff was not my counselor. He was with Brad’s group in the cabin next door.

The orientation was an eye opener for me. It was there that I found out at camp all boys were expected to swim nude. No exceptions. Boys were expected to walk the half mile to the lake naked. Towels were not allowed as we were expected to parade around in the all together until we air and sun dried to the satisfaction of our leaders. Sometimes, depending on the leader, that could have meant six or seven hours.

Every other day, boys were supposed carry a bar of soap to the swim sessions. It was bath time. Yes, we were expected to bathe in the lake. Well, they bathed in the lake. I always managed to find a way to be unavailable for swimming. I’d sit on a hillside overlooking the lake and watch as my cabin mates and boys from other cabins giggled, grab assed and played totally naked. Secretly, I envied their lack of modesty.

I can’t say that I didn’t wonder why I was the only one who seemed too shy to do that. There were ten other campers in our cabin and they all looked forward to letting their dicks swing free. Most had Brad’s attitude and enjoyed it. Even though my equipment was longer than average, I couldn’t shake my feeling of inferiority with the other kids. Ironically I believe it was because I was longer than average that caused my shyness rather than pride in sharing it.

That wasn’t to last long. On the visiting weekend, parents and siblings of all campers were invited to spend the better part of Saturday afternoon at the camp. The leaders had set up a grill and provided a cookout style meal for all who came. It was a wild afternoon. Little kids were running around wildly and playing. Parents and grandparents were hugging and kissing their respective campers and visiting with each other. My fellow scouts were showing off the camp, their arts and crafts, and were permitted to wear shorts or swimsuits at the lake.

My lack of participating in the hygienic activities of the days before did not go unnoticed. Mom commented to me that I was very dirty, much more so than the other boys. I explained that we were expected to swim nude and had to show up naked every other day to take a bath in the lake. She was very aware of my body shyness and surmised I had been skipping out.

It was then, in her anger with me, she demanded my counselor, Evan, strip me right then and there and “march his [my] bare ass to the lake for a bath”.

“Cody, I’m sick of this body shyness bullshit. You get your bare ass down to the lake right now. I don’t care who sees what, who touches what, who takes pictures of what. You are a boy and boys shouldn’t be so shy about their stuff, especially you.” She was livid. I was crying. Evan just stood there silently in what appeared to be a state of semi-shock.

He tried to intervene. “Ma’am there are all kinds of folks visiting today. Don’t you think I should wait until they leave? I can make sure he’s there from now on.” I did think to myself, Jeff sure wouldn’t have argued with her. He would have reveled in making me parade down there naked in front of all those visitors.

To make it worse, Evan went on to clarify that boys were expected stay naked until we “air dried”.

Mom’s response to that? “Even better! It’ll do him good to be on display for an hour or two. Just strip him and make him march down to the lake and show all these folks how the boys bathe. Cody get your clothes off now!”

I hesitated and even mustered the courage to tell her, “No. I’m not going to. Not in front of all those people.”

“Evan, let me have your belt.”

Evan was perplexed being sandwiched in a heated fight between a mother and son. He stumbled with his words, “I’m not sure this is a good idea, Ma’am. Please just let me make him attend swimming from now on.”

“Look, either you give me your belt now or I’ll go find Jeff and he’ll do it for me.” Evan succumbed to the fire of commitment in her eye and anger in her voice. He slid this leather belt out of the loops of his shorts and handed it to my mother. She wasted no time wildly thrashing me. I put my arm up to protect myself and got stripes across my forearm. She continued to whip whatever part of my body she could as I fell to the cabin floor. After five or six solid connections, I gave up. Crying, I yelled, “Okay, okay.” and began slowly undressing. Evan stood there in a state of shock.

“Evan, that’s how you have to motivate him sometimes. And, feel free to do it if you need to.”

As he rethreaded his belt, my counselor couldn’t take his eyes off me. I continued to cry as I slipped my underwear to my ankles and eventually off. “Cody, what’s to be ashamed of, you are a really hung little dude. Man, any kid would be proud of a di…” he stopped in deference to Mom, “…I mean penis, like that. Be proud, boy! Be proud!”

I know it was his attempt to put me at ease, but even he didn’t get it. I truly believe it was my “unique gift” that made me so shy. Even when surrounded by other naked boys, I always became the center of attention.

“Okay, Evan, take him down to the lake for his bath. I’ll follow. If he even gives you a slight bit of trouble, use your belt. Understand?”

To this day, I think Evan was afraid of Mom. He made me walk to the lake nude. And, yes, everyone we passed took pause to look at the “naked kid”. Cameras clicked, little boys and girls ran ahead and gawked as I walked past, uncomfortable adults tried to justify the situation as normal for camp life, but we all knew they loved the sight.

On route we passed Jeff who was gloating. Brad and Willy ran up to me and Brad said, “You know we’re supposed to wear shorts or bathing suits today, because all the people are here.” Mom told him to mind his own business and he kind of gulped.

Part of the crowd moved with me to the lake. I took the soap and waded out deep enough to cover my package. There were cameras clicking and jeering. Some of the visiting kids while laughing taunted me with things like, “Hey, not so deep.” “Let us see your thing.” I could hear adults mumbling and laughing as well, “The kid is really hung!” “Did you get a picture of him?” “Nice bod for a kid his age.” “Nice legs.” All of these things certainly didn’t make my demise easier.

Then my Mom had to inform the crowd that I’d be air drying and they could take as many photos as they wanted and even invited the other kids to touch me wherever. But the ordeal was not soon to finish. Eventually, she and Evan herded me, naked as the day I was born, to the administration building for a visit with Mr. Gabrielle, the camp director.

Now is the time to mention that the toilet facilities weren’t much to my liking either. Boys were expected to take care of business in a three hole outhouse. Yep, a three sided lean to building completely opened in the front with three oval holes cut in what amounted to a low shelf which provided our seating space. All three holes were opened to each other so it was feasible that three boys could be sitting there shoulder to shoulder crapping into an open pit. I had to think none of the other boys would have wanted to take a dump on visiting day. Of course the counselors’ bathhouses were opened for visiting adults—rumor was they had private stalls, flush toilets and individual shower stalls. Lucky them.

Even if I had been more accepting of swimming naked, how could I possibly take a dump with three other boys relieving themselves, one end or the other, right next to me while we all were on display to anyone who passed? How does one wipe without embarrassment? My answer had been to fight nature for the week. I must admit I did cramp quite a bit as a result of the self-induced backup. This gave way to another “health concern” both on my mother’s and my troop leader’s part.

After meeting with my angry mother and Evan, Mr. Gabrielle, our camp director, was surprised I’d skipped the bathing sessions. Unfortunately, he gave Evan the okay to pursue Mom’s intervention idea. Then he blindsided me with the question, “When is the last time you had a bowel movement?” I must have looked perplexed. “Took a dump?”

“At home.”

“You haven’t gone since you left home?” His expression was one of surprise and concern.

Mom got pissed. “Mr. Gabrielle, he has this thing about his body. Jeff, one of the other counselors, watches the boys back home. He started making Brad and Cody spend time naked so they wouldn’t be sissies. I guess Cody has a problem that is going to be harder than I thought to overcome. Now, his problem is becoming a health risk. We can’t have that. I need someone to make sure he goes to the lake with the other boys every day. I also need someone to take him to the latrine and watch him do his business at least every other day. What kind of twelve year old has to be supervised for those things? I can’t get over this.”

He just shook his head. “Well, Ma’am there’s an enema bottle in the first aide room. You want to take care of this yourself?”

“Damned right I do. Where’s the first aide room?”

I was grabbed by the arm as my mother whisked me to a room two doors down from Mr. Gabrielle’s office. She grabbed a red rubber thing with a hose attached to it and asked Evan where a water supply might be. He indicated there was an outdoor faucet beside the cabin. So, that’s where I was pulled. The whole walk to the cabin got the attention of many of my fellow campers, their parents, siblings, and friends as well. You could almost hear them thinking. “Who is that boy? Boy is his mom pissed at him. Wonder what he did.” That certainly was embarrassing. But, not as embarrassing as what followed within minutes.

Mom walked me in all my naked glory to the side of our cabin. I could feel my eyes watering in humiliation. I looked around to see who might be taking in the sight. We were alone with only the towering pine trees to witness my demise. While I stood there holding my hands in front of me should anyone happen by, Mom unfastened the garden hose that was attached. “I’m half tempted to shove this hose up there and turn on the faucet!” After she’d disconnected it, she turned the tap on and filled that rubber bag with water.

“Lay down right here.” She patted a bed of pine needles. “On your back. Let’s go.” I complied still holding my erect equipment. Mom slapped my hands out of the way. Just as she did Evan came up.

“Is there anything you need?”

“Well, you might have to help hold him down.” Now that was scary. First of all my mother was angry, combine that with the strange rubber bag and hose and now ‘hold him down’. What the hell was she going to do to me?” Evan stayed.

“Evan, you need to pull his legs up and hold them behind the knees. You know kind of like you were changing a baby.”

He did. My hole and genitals were now completely vulnerable to either one of them.

“Shit, I forgot to grab something to lubricate the nozzle. Oh well, a little pain might be in order anyway.”

I didn’t have time for that last comment to register the direness of my situation. There was a sudden jolt of panic as my mother pressed her finger against my backdoor. She pushed harder and harder until my hole allowed access. Mom wiggled her index finger around inside of me, commenting out loud that she needed to loosen me up. It was then I knew what her intentions were concerning that hose. I started to audibly cry from the fear of what was going to happen. She was unapologetic, “Oh stop it. If you had manned up and taken a crap in the outhouse, we wouldn’t be here doing this.”

With her finger buried deeply into my rectum, I felt like the backed up contents would follow when she removed it. It took all I could do to try to prevent that or a massive fart from happening. My thoughts were on how embarrassing it would be if I shit myself right there beside our living quarters.

I looked up briefly and could see Evan glued to my erection and the activities my mother was engaged in. He probably wasn’t even aware that I was crying. I know he wasn’t aware of my desperate need to prevent dispelling feces or gas while this was all going on.

Suddenly, Mom withdrew her finger and plugged the rubber nozzle into my hole. She shoved it further and further up my colon. Then she held up the bag and twisted a valve. I could feel the cold, cold contents draining into my already crowded entrails. I immediately had an irrepressible need to shit. It was going to come right then and there.

“Don’t you dare let it out here, young man. You will waddle over to the outhouse to let it out. Do you understand me?”

I could feel the tears roll down my cheeks as she looked for an answer to her ominous warning. Red faced I just shook my head up and down. It was all I could do to contain the contents of my colon. I glanced at Evan again. He was smiling with a devious grin. Mom began massaging my extended abdomen, dick and ball sack as I lay there. I think that too was a turn on for Evan. At the back of my neck, I could feel his mature dick coming hard under his shorts.

The bag emptied. Mom unplugged the hose. It was all I could do to hold it. “Evan, get him over to the outhouse as fast as possible and make him sit there and empty. He’s probably not going to make it, but let’s see if he can.

As they stood me up, I desperately squeezed my cheeks trying to control my anus. I could feel the contents begin to leak as Evan rushed me toward the facilities. As he pushed me toward the “bench”, I gave up trying to hold and put more effort into finding one of the holes. I lowered my ass toward the middle opening on the wooden bench. Before my ass contacted the wood, it all gave way. Luckily, Evan and I were the only ones there at the time. Though there was some “leakage” on the floor of the latrine and I’m sure the ground outside, the bulk of it went where it was intended. I felt a sudden unexplainable relief in my gut as it voided all its contents.

I sat on that damned hole for probably fifteen or twenty minutes. As I sat there, I did damage control over my naked body. I evidently had shit on the bench and sat on it as I lowered my ass. There was shit on my leg. How in the hell was I going to get clean. I began crying audibly again. Evan comforted me.

“Don’t worry we’ll get a hose in here and clean it all up. We’ll hose you off back at the cabin before I take you to the lake for another bath.”

As Evan and I left the lean to we were immediately greeted with two fellow scouts and their families. The nine or ten year old sister of one of them immediately let out with an “Oh, gross! Look he’s got poop all over him.” I was surprised it wasn’t the acknowledgement of my nudity instead. She did watch, as did her parents and the other scouts, as Evan and I walked to 100 foot path back to our cabin. To this day I still wonder how that kid looked upon a naked boy her own age and didn’t even remark about it. When we got to the cabin, Evan and Mom cleaned me off with the hose before I was handed a bar of soap.

“Okay, now back down to the lake,” Mom was holding on to humiliating me in my nakedness. “Just waltz your ass down there and soap up.”

“Can’t we just do this here at the cabin? I mean you can rinse me off. Why can’t I just use the soap here and you can rinse me off again?”

“Cody, Cody, Cody,” she shook her head at me and grabbed my chin. “You just don’t get it. Do you? I’m not concerned just about your cleanliness. I’m concerned about you being so damned modest. I like showing you off to other people. You are a good looking boy. You shouldn’t be ashamed of yourself. Making you spend some time naked when I can thrills me.”

When the idea that it was going to happen sunk in, a boner sprung up. I was stiff as a board. This delighted both Mom and Evan. Mom wasn’t so embarrassed by her reaction. Evan was less exuberant, but none the less excited about my situation.

Again, Mom grabbed my chin, “Now you lead the way to the lake and don’t even think of covering your boy parts. We all know what people want to see. Why cover the up.”

Evan ever my champion suggested, “Maybe we should at least rinse off his backside and legs. You know get the, ah, poop off?”

“No let him wear it. He deserves the punishment for not going. He needs to learn his decisions have consequences. If you don’t shit when you’re supposed to, then you have to put up with your ‘accidents’.”

We rounded the side of the cabin and right there on the parade grounds were hundreds of people milling around and chatting. There I was naked as the day I was born, walking at a brisk pace, dick swinging back and forth, shit smears on my legs and ass, and headed toward the lake. I don’t know if it was my self-consciousness or actually happening, but things got considerably quieter. There were some excited giggles and I was aware of people pointing at me as I headed toward the lake. Out of the corner of my eye I also was aware that I was the subject of many photographs and some 8mm movie cameras as well.

Other visitors and campers made all kinds of remarks. The most hurtful were those that acknowledged not my nakedness, but the feces stains and remnants on my ass and legs. Some were empathetic, “Oh poor kid, he must have had an accident.” Most were caustic, “What’d you do kid, shit yourself?” “Oh, man, look at his ass. Oh gross, his legs too.”

Mom kept a smug look on her face as she kept pace behind me. Evan walked briskly but monitored the reactions of the other visitors. As if it would disarm any objections to my nakedness, he was compelled to shout, “He’s going to get another bath? That kid is an exhibitionist. Has he put any clothing on since we’ve been here?”

Linda and Brad bumped into us half way to the lake. “What’s this?”

“Oh, he hadn’t taken a shit since he got here. He’s that damned modest. He didn’t want to have to take a dump in front of the other boys, so he impacted himself. We just gave him an enema and he shit all over himself. Evan here helped me clean him and the shithouse up. Now we’re going back to the lake to take another public bath.” It was evident from her voice she was still pissed.

Then Brad offered to take a bath with me. “I’ll go with him in the lake. I don’t mind if people see me.” Linda didn’t disagree, but Mom used Brad’s offer to jump my case further.

“How is it that Brad is so self-assured? I just don’t get what I did wrong with Cody.”

Linda took a stab at an answer, “Ever since he was born, I made him stay naked in public venues. He was nude in the yard and around the house all the time. Many days, clothes weren’t even an option for him. He grew up being naked in front of other people. I never had a problem with rubbing and touching his penis and scrotum. We’d sit and read or watch TV and I’d always have one hand down there manipulating his stiff little boyhood. Guess he just grew up thinking of it as another part of his body like a nose or ear or something.” After a moment of silence between the two she continued. “I personally think our puritanical hang-ups about kids’ bodies are as perverse as anything they’re supposed to ‘protect’ them from. I mean, really, do you think a kid would be upset with having their genital area rubbed if it weren’t for some self-righteous, puritanical do-gooder expounding on the evilness of it all? Don’t you think it is confusing to a kid’s mind that something that feels that good physically should be so emotionally disturbing? I just wanted Brad to grow up with an open mind and an open body and I can’t help but believe that’s why he didn’t develop hang-ups over the latter.”

One of the things I remember most about my mixed readings of Brad and my friendship was the strength of his concern for my feelings. When we arrived at the lakefront and the other people swimming noticed my condition they bailed saying, “I don’t want any of that shit on me!” Brad didn’t care. He stripped naked and went in with me trying to make me laugh with some of his off the cheek humor. He even inspected as I washed to guide me to completely rid myself of the remnants. After I was clean he even stayed nude with me until I was allowed to return to my cabin for a pair of shorts. The kid did have a lot of redeeming qualities.

Those my friends were a few of my memories of my situation. There are many more, but maybe some other time.

(The End)