Natural Boys Love Nature Part 4
By Sir Cum Sizemore


copyright 2005 by Sir Cum Sizemore, all rights reserved


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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.  It contains explicit  depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of  a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such  material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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"Okay, children get your drink of water and then go to your seats so we can begin our health lesson," Mrs. Ratliff hurried the children as they returned from the gym.  "I need you all to take out your health books and turn to page 73. It's the chapter about your skin.  Come on, Johnny Culpepper, don't you make me have to call your mother, get in your seat."

"Joseph," the teacher looked at the unsuspecting nine year old, "I need you to come up here please."  Compliantly the child rose from his seat and approached the front of the classroom.  "Climb up on my desk and face the other children."  It was apparent he was going to be used in the lesson somehow and a sense of pride and exceptionally overtook him as he smiled and proudly complied.  Grabbing the hem of his very short shorts, she raised it exposing areas of poison ivy rash.  "Can you all see the red bumps on the insides of his legs?" She noticed one of the children was having a difficult time seeing from her vantage point. "Ellen, why don't you move over here so you can see better?" After the little girl was repositioned much closer to Joey the teacher continued, "Does anyone in here know what those bumps are?  Stephanie you let the other children guess." She looked as many hands were raised straining for recognition.  "Okay, Ellen, what do you think?"

"Those are pimples aren't they?" the little girl took her stab at it.

"Yes, they are kind of like pimples, but that's not what they are.  Does anyone else have a guess? Thomas."

"It's poison ivy, Mrs. Ratliff.  I get it all the time."

"That's exactly correct, Thomas.  It is poison ivy."

Thomas offered a further opinion. "I'll bet he got it when he was naked on our field trip and had to rub his peter on the tree."

"That's probably true, Thomas, but we will use the words penis and testicles in this classroom when we talk about boys' special parts, not peter, dick or wiener.  Okay?"

The boy nodded his understanding.

"Joseph, your grandmother said you have some on your chest, arms and stomach too."

"Yes, ma'am, I do."

"Well let's take off your shirt so the children can see how spread out it looks.  I bet it itches. Doesn't it?"

"Yes, a whole lot.  But my grandma puts cream on it and it helps stop the itching."

"We have the cream right here and we'll put some on after we look at how bad it spread." She began to raise the boy's shirt.  As she removed it, he stood bare from the waist up. It was a little embarrassing as it was a school room and everyone else was wearing shirts, but the teacher seemed to be protective of him and he was sure it was just so they could see his rash.

"You children can see the blotches here on his tummy around his navel, and here's a big blotch over by his shoulder and down his arms.  See this area here?  It's weeping.  That means some of the fluid from the little pimple like things is leaking and running.  It's important that it be kept clean and the lotion will help with that.  Scratching poison ivy is not a good idea.  It makes it run more and it can cause infections."  After momentarily completing her oral observations and inspection of his upper torso she faced him as he stood on the desk and said, "Okay, Joseph, lets pull your short pants off and take a look at your boy parts, shall we?"

"Oh, no, Mrs. Ratliff. Please let me keep them on.  Please don't make me do that."  All of a sudden the pride was gone from his face.  It was replaced by a look of sheer panic.

"Joseph, you were naked for the whole day in front of the rest of the class while we were on the field trip.  We've all seen you penis so what's to hide?"

"I didn't like being naked there, but being naked in school would be worse."

"Oh, nonsense.  Let me take these off now," the teacher slid her thumbs in the elastic of his shorts and slid them off immediately exposing his erect penis as he was forbidden underwear by his mother and grandmother.  The stiff little member bounced up and down a couple of times and came to rest sticking at a slight upward angle.  Joey's hands began to move toward a protective position when he was corrected by Mrs. Ratliff, "Remember, Joseph, your grandmother wants you whipped if you cover yourself.  You leave that little penis showing all the time."

The children giggled and smiled giddishly as they took in the familiar sight of Joey's erection and tight little ball sack.

"Stephanie, I think it would be a good time for you to examine your subject.  But first, I would like Joseph to lie down on the desk on his back."  She helped him shift from standing to lying.  "Put your hands behind your head and turn and look at the class."  He did so, his little pole was standing straight up as the teacher spread his feet apart giving better access to his scrotum.  "Stephanie come up and examine him and tell the class what you see."

Eagerly, Stephanie approached her subject.  "There seems to have been quite a reaction to my exposing his penis and testicles to the poison ivy."  She pinched his glans and stretched his penis another half inch.  "From the looks of it, the poison ivy rash is on the stem part."

"We call that the shaft of his penis,"  Mrs. Ratliff corrected her.

"Well the mushroom part doesn't seem to have any on it," she said as she twirled his little head between her thumb and forefinger.

"Does anyone remember what we called that when we talked about it on the field trip? What did we call the 'mushroom' part?  I guess we should have a test on the names of boys' parts like I said we would."

A collective groan rose from the students.  "Well, you should have remembered, especially you Stephanie.  You want to do your science fair project on boys' parts.  You need to know the names."

"Oh, I remember."  Ellen stretched her arm out straight. "You called it the glands."

"Close, Ellen, not the glands.  We call it the glans.  No 'd' on the end.  Because you were the closest you may take this wash basin and fill it with warm water."  Happy to be a helper she jumped up and retrieved the plastic basin and left for the girls' bathroom.

"You children should be ashamed, not to remember those names - especially you boys.  After all they are your parts." Ratliff readdressed her disappointment with the class.

Joey was still laid spread eagle and Stephanie continued to stretch his penis out as she pressed his testicles with the forefinger of her other hand.  Then she spread his legs further apart and began to probe between them trying to look at his anus to see if rash was present there too.  Ellen returned to the room with the basin filled half way with water.

"Ellen, we're going to let you give Joseph a sponge bath so we can put the cream on his rash.  You can take this wash cloth, soap it up and do from his neck down to his belly button.  Then stop.  Be sure you wash his arms well, too."

The little girl eagerly began washing her patient.  There was an evident maternal presumption on her part, but even more so there was excitement at being allowed to touch a boy's body.  And there wasn't anything he could do about it. The other children watched intently as she soaped up the cloth and washed and then rinsed the cloth and wiped the soap off.    Having completed the upper torso on the front side she stopped.

"Now, Ellen, because his penis and testicles are so covered with the rash, I want you to use your hands to clean them rather than the wash cloth.  Just soap them up and rub the soap on his boy parts.  Be sure to slide your hand up and down his penis and make sure it's clean."

Ellen had a twinkle in her eye that suggested she'd died and gone to heaven.  She immediately went to work on the hard little penis, working up a real lather.  With each pass Joey felt a pleasurable feeling unlike any he'd felt before.  The little classmate's contact was embarrassing, but for some reason pleasurable.

"Keep cleaning his penis and testicles, Ellen until I tell you to stop."  

Gladly, the little girl continued her contact with his boy parts.  She was intrigued as she'd never touched a boy's penis and bag before.  Shoot, she'd never been this close to one before.  She could even see his 'pee hole' which she tried desperately to clean.  As she worked Joey felt a shiver come over him and his muscles tensed.  He shook momentarily on the table as his hips thrust forward.  God, it was embarrassing to him, but for some reason the embarrassment was minimized by the weird sensation that overtook his nine year old body.

As that movement and change in his breathing occurred the classroom went silent.  The children showed a mix of fear and excitement in their eyes, but other than a lone question of, "What was that?" no other sound was heard.

"That, children, was an orgasm.  When a little boy's penis is rubbed for awhile their bodies do what Joseph's did. It's perfectly all right and Joseph didn't mind because it felt good.  Didn't it Joseph?"

"It was scary, Mrs. Ratliff," the still reclining boy responded to her question.  

"Ellen, you need to get back to work.  Keep cleaning that penis and those testicles."

The little girl gladly went back to work on the now flaccid penis and the bag below it.  After a few more minutes the penis reloaded and was sticking straight up again.  

"Ellen, take the cloth and do his legs.  Be sure to clean those knees while you're at it.  And the inside of his thighs, right here where there's some poison ivy rash needs close attention."

The little girl continued to clean her charge.   As she finished his feet, Mrs. Ratliff gave further instruction. "Stephanie help her turn him over on his stomach."  Joey was relieved his boy parts would be hidden from the view of his classmates.  He didn't like his bare butt being exposed to them, but it was a far sight better than his penis on display.  At least he thought so.

"Well, the back side of his body is pretty clear of rash. But let's wash it anyway, Ellen."

The teacher let the class watch as the little girl cleaned him from his neck to his toes.

"Okay, Ellen, now we need to do his anus.  Does anyone remember what an anus is?"

"Yes, Billy?"

"His asshole."

With that the class was in hysterical laughter.  Two or three of the kids fell out of their chairs they were laughing so hard.  

"Young man, that was entirely inappropriate."

"Well, that's what my dad calls it."

"In my classroom you will use more polite terms.  We will call it his anus from now on."

"Well, you asked me what another name for it was, didn't you?"

"That's enough, Billy."  The teacher returned her attention to Ellen and Stephanie. "Stephanie, I want you to spread his bottom apart."  The girl grabbed his cheeks and aggressively spread them apart exposing Joey's hole.  "Good, now just hold them that way.  Ellen, soap up the middle finger on your right hand."  The child complied.  "Now, stick it in his anus all the way in.  Go ahead, put it in there shove as hard as you need to to get it in."

The little girl complied but hesitantly.  She was obviously not excited about penetrating a part of the body where fecal matter was expelled.  "What if there's poop in there?" Again, the class broke into uncontrolled laughter.  

"Stop that laughing now.  If you can't control yourselves better, we'll put our books away and you can write and do math problems the rest of the day.  Now, grow up."

"Ellen, do I need to get someone else to do this?"

"No.  I'll do it." She pressed her finger to his anus and then pressed until it was granted entry.  Joey grunted in surprise and discomfort as the little girls digit punched its way in.

"All the way in, Ellen."  The child shoved her finger in fully.  "Now wiggle it around and pull it in and out for awhile.  Look, here Stephanie there's some rash around his anus."  

After three or four minutes of digital exploration and anal stimulation Mrs. Ratliff excused Ellen to dump the water from the basin.  Joey thinking he was done sat up and reached for his shorts.

"What are you doing Joseph?"

"I was getting dressed."

"No, Joseph you will remain nude for the rest of the day. Stephanie wants to see if the air helps heal the poison ivy more quickly than if you cover it.  Besides, Stephanie has to apply the cream to your rash.  No, you will stay naked until she decides she's observed enough to prove or disprove her hypothesis."

"But..."

"I said you will stay nude all day.  And if she needs more time, you'll be naked tomorrow and the day after.  Any more lip and I'm going to use a belt on you right here in the classroom."

"Mrs. Ratliff, I thought you weren't allowed to spank kids anymore."

"Well, Susan that may be true in your case, but Joey's grandmother was quite clear.  She wants him spanked hard if he's out of line.  So young lady you might best mind your own business and refrain from telling me what I can or can't do."  Turning back to the now defeated Joey she continued, "Roll over and let Stephanie put the cream on you.   And, Stephanie, be sure to put it on his boy parts really well. We don't want those itching now do we?"

Once Stephanie had completed her nursing before the entire class, she asked to be excused to wash her hands.  After granting her permission to leave the room to do so she instructed Joey.  "Joseph you may return to your seat and we'll get on with math.  By the way, I want you to keep those knees of yours wide apart.  We want those boy parts and that little anus to get plenty of air.  Now, go sit down."

Two hours later the class was interrupted, "Children put your books away and get ready for lunch.  Line up boys here and girls over here."

"Mrs. Ratliff can I wear some clothes to lunch?"

"Joseph, I said you'd be nude all day.  Is the day over?"

"No, but other kids will see me.  I mean my penis and stuff and I don't want them to."

"Well, I do.  I want everyone to see every part of you. You're a handsome little boy.  You shouldn't be so modest. Just line up and remember to keep your hands away from your boy parts."  The little girls giggled as Joey lined up in his spot in the boys' line.  The close up view of his now erect penis was exciting.  Even more so was the excitement of watching him being forced to show it to everyone. "Susan, Billy you may lead your lines quietly to the bathrooms and stop."  The line began moving slowly down the hallway.

The walked past an opened second grade door.  The children were cutting construction paper and talking in small groups. One of the boys looked out as Joey passed and did a double take.  "Hey, that kid's naked.  Look!"  With that the other children dropped their scissors and glue and ran to the door for a look.  "Billy and Susan stop for a minute and let Mrs. Carson's kids have a look at Joseph.  Joseph turn around and put your hands on your head for a minute."  There he was forced to face these younger children with his penis at full salute.  Momentarily Mrs. Carson came to her door to take in the sight too.  Then she instructed her kids to return to the room.   "That little boy will be naked for a few days so you will all get a chance to see him up close, I promise." Hearing that, Joey couldn't help but wonder, "A few days. What did that mean? A few days.  Mrs. Ratliff said today and maybe tomorrow."

The line progressed down the hallway and stopped at the entrance to the two bathrooms.  As was expected all of the children sat with legs crossed and waited their turn.  Joey had to keep his hands behind his head as he sat cross legged on the cold terrazzo floor.  

A little kindergarten boy left the bathroom and as he passed Joey he nonchalantly asked, "Where's your clothes?"

"I have to be naked today," Joey responded.  The younger boy shrugged his shoulders and continued on his way.  Joey wondered why little kids weren't so concerned over nudity as kids his age.  He wished he wasn't.

The remainder of the day Joey was the center of much unwanted attention.  Even the principal made it a point to stretch out his penis to examine the rash.  She did it right in the middle of the hallway while classes were passing. Each time the children gawked and asked, "Why's that boy naked?"

"Children, it's time to get ready to go home.  Let's put all your books away.  I'm not giving any homework as you have the next week off and I want you to enjoy yourselves. Spring break should be a fun time." As she delivered the last remark she winked at Stephanie. "Some of you might take the time to work on your science fair projects, though, that way you won't be rushed when you get back."

"Mrs. Ratliff, can I have my clothes back, now?"

"Oh, Joseph, I almost forgot.  No, I'll see that your mother or grandmother get them.  You will have to remain naked until Stephanie decides you can wear clothes again.  After all, we wouldn't want to wreck her science fair project, now would we?"

"Please, Mrs. Ratliff, I have to go home on the bus today. Can't I just put them on for the trip home?  Please. Stephanie, tell her it's alright if I wear them for a few minutes until I get home.  Tell her Stephanie."

"Geez, Joey, I'd like to but it would ruin my study.  You really need to be naked all the time so I know the air helped or didn't.  Besides, I want all the kids to get to see that wiener of yours.  I like watching you get embarrassed.  You're so cute when you blush."

"You really are Joseph.  Your little face turns red, and you look at the floor.  We'll just leave things the way they are.  By the way, you need to come back naked on the first day after the break, so we can see how you did.  We'd all enjoy it so let's plan on it."

"Aw, come on, Mrs. Ratliff.  Please don't make me do that. Besides, you could take me home, seeing as you're going to drop off my clothes anyway."

"Now, Joseph, if I give you a ride, how will all these other children and adults get to see you naked.  I mean, one of my objectives for you is for as many people as possible to see and touch that little weenie of yours.  Now, off you go. You don't want to miss the bus.  If you do, you'll have to walk home.  I guess that wouldn't be so bad, it's a nice day."

All of the kids on the bus were excited to have the naked boy on the bus.  The little girls would bounce around and swap seats so they could sit next to him or in front of him and turn around to touch his playthings.  The kindergarten and first grade students weren't as interested in touching. They just wanted to know why that kid is naked.  Or as little five year old Timmy Henderson put it to the driver, "How come he gets to be naked?"

Joey and Tommy got off the bus in front of their grandmother's home.  Julia was at the front door waiting for them.  "God, Joey, it was embarrassing for you to be naked on the bus.  My friends made fun of me, and you were the naked one."

"Shut up, Tommy.  You think it was embarrassing for you, imagine what it was like for me."

"Hi, boys, how was school?" Julia yelled as she waved to them.  She didn't even act like she noticed Joey was as bare as the day he was born.  His hard on was subsiding somewhat as he strolled up the walk toward the house.  Possibly because it was familiar territory and it wasn't as stimulating having your grandmother see you naked as it was a bus load of elementary students.  "Joey, Mrs. Ratliff, was nice enough to drop your clothes off on her way home." She opened the storm door and ushered the boys in.  "Let's have a look at that rash of yours, shall we?"  Taking Joey by the hand she walked him into the living room and plopped herself down in an easy chair.  With an assertive grip she pulled and twisted his penis.   Then holding it up, she pinched and tugged on his tight little scrotum.  "Mrs. Ratliff said there was some sign of a rash around you hole.  Let's have a look, here, bend over the ottoman and I'll check it out." Joey draped himself over the ottoman and his grandmother spread his cheeks.  He could feel her fingernail as she used it to scratch at reddened areas around the anus.  "Well, we'll put some cream on that too."

"Grandma, can I put my clothes on now?"

"I think Mrs. Ratliff said Stephanie was beginning her experiment with checking how air helped or didn't help clear up the poison ivy rash.  She mentioned this was the 'air' time so you were to stay nude.  So, I'd hate to mess up her project, wouldn't you?"

"I don't care about her dumb project.  I want to wear some clothes.  At least let me wear shorts or a bathing suit."

"That's another point.  She's interested in your little penis and testicles more than other parts of your body.  I talked with her mother yesterday.  She seems like a real nice lady.  They want to have you for the week next week and I said they could.  She's going to run a lot of experiments on your boy parts so you'll be naked the whole time."

"I know, she told me you were going to make me go."

Julia began rubbing the cream on her grandson's rash.  She was spending a lot of time on his penis and testicles.  So much so, the rubbing caused an erection.  As she continued to rub she explained, "Well, its okay, Joey.  I'm sending Tommy too.  He'll have to be naked with you.  And, I think they said Johnny Culpepper was going to come too.  So, see, it won't be so bad.  You'll have plenty of company." Finishing up some spots on his arms, she flicked his penis with her forefinger and said, "I do so enjoy seeing this little fella standing up straight and tall."


Monday Joey and Tommy Go to the Clinic

"Good morning boys.  Joey you need to get in the bathroom and brush your teeth.  Tommy, off with the pajamas, and you are to stay naked."  The boys' mother woke the boys just before leaving from work.  "I'm going to miss you guys this week.  You be on your best behavior.  I told Stephanie's mom to take a belt to you if she needed to.  So, mind your manners and do as you're told."

"Mom, why do I have to keep naked?"

"Oh, I'm sorry Tommy didn't anyone tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"You are going with Joey for the week and the girls want you only to wear your birthday suit so they can play with your stuff."

"Mom, you can't make me do that."

"Well, I have and you will.  It's final.  Stephanie wanted to see if younger boys' little parts responded to things like older boys.  She plans to use you.  Now get that cute little butt into the bathroom and brush your teeth.  Grandma is going to run you two over there before nine."


Stephanie's Laboratory

"Hello, young man.  My aren't you just the cutest thing? I'm Mrs. Simonton, Stephanie's mom.  Oh, my God, look at that little one.  He must be your brother Tommy.  Look at that little peepee.  Oh, look Steph, it's standing up straight and hard.  How old is he?"

"This is Tommy.  He's seven.  And, of course, the boy who didn't introduce himself, the pouty one over there is Joey. Obviously, he isn't looking forward to his visit with you. Really, neither is Tommy."  Julia went on, "Their mother was supposed to come along but the girl is a work-a-holic.  I'm basically raising the boys.  I love keeping them nude. Makes them easier to spank, but also it gives me pleasure to enjoy their little physiques.  And, a grandmother can't get enough rubbing of those little penises."

"Oh, I'm glad you said that.  Then touching is all right for me as well as Stephanie?" the excited thirty something young mother asked. "I never had a little boy, but if I had, I'd rub their little boy toys every night while we watched television or tucked them in, naked of course."

"Sure you can rub them.  They kind of like it and if Stephanie does her experiments during the day, they will probably find some relief in a genital massage in the evening.  They're yours for the week, enjoy!"  Julia reassured her.  With this carte' blanch, Joey tisked loudly and annoyingly gazed at his grandmother.

"Come over here, Tommy.  I want to feel that little erection of yours," said Mrs. Simonton.

"Well, Mrs. Simonton, I've got some shopping to do.  It's really the first weekend in a long time where I haven't been grounded to care for the boys.  Thanks for taking them.  I love them dearly, but I sure need this break.  Here's a number where you can always reach me.  This is my daughter's work number.  And this is our family doctor's number should you need them. Oh, by the way, I'm Julia."

"I'm Grace," as the little girl's mother reached her hand out to shake.  "You know we are planning for several little future nurses to come and help with the studies Stephanie wants to perform.  They should be fun to observe."

Julia gave each of her grandsons a kiss.  Reached in her purse and handed each a toothbrush saying, "Boys here's your luggage.  You mind the girls and Mrs. Simonton and I'll see you in a week."  Then turning to their adult hostess, "Grace, make them mind and use a belt liberally if you need to."

"I'm sure they'll behave.  If not, Stephanie or I will spank them.  That's for sure."

Satisfied Julia returned to her car and left.

"Come in boys.  We have to wait for Johnny Culpepper before we start the experiments," Stephanie was trying to be the perfect hostess.  "Mom is the digital camera charged up?"

"Yes, Honey.  We're ready to go.  In fact, I think I want a few of these two little angels before we even start.  I want to remember those little packages for the rest of my years. Let me get it."  Grace Simonton left for the camera.

"You know, when she comes back we want all pictures to be of your fronts unless we tell you otherwise.  So, make sure your little wieners are showing all the time."  Stephanie instructed with a hint of devilishness.   "Oh, someone is at the door, Tommy why don't you take that little hard-on of yours over and answer the door.  Remember, don't cover it up."

"Why are you being so mean?" Tommy asked.

"I'm not being mean.  I just want to see how people react to that little stick of yours.  Now, go get the door or do I tell my mother to bring a belt with her?"

Tommy pulled the front door opened and saw three little girls, not much older than he, standing on the porch.  His little penis was sticking out straight and hard.

"Oh, my God, she wasn't lying.  We're gonna play with some real boy things today.  Look Samantha, look at his wiener. He's cute."

"Come on in.  Joey come here.  Girls, this is Joey and this is Tommy.  Tommy is seven, he's about your age.  Joey is nine, he's mine.  Boys this is Samantha, this one over here is Jo Ellen, and this is Mandy.  They will be spending the next few days as my assistants.  You must do whatever they tell you and you must let them play with any part of you they want to."

"I'm ready to feel them up," Jo Ellen announced.

"Well, go ahead.  Mom will be here in a minute or two she went up to get the camera ready.  We have to wait for Johnny to get here, then, we can start."  Standing on her tiptoes and looking over the heads of her entourage she said, "Speaking of the devil, here's Johnny."

A car pulled up the driveway and a naked ten year old got out.  The only thing the boy was wearing was a pair of Nikes.  Seeing the gathering of young females he moved his hand toward a protective posture and was quickly swatted by his mother.  The slap to his bare ass could be heard all the way up to the house. "Don't you dare hide that from those little girls.  They'll be playing with it before too long."

Up the steps they came.  Johnny was sporting a boner that swung back and forth as he stepped.  Jo Ellen was beside herself and reached out to grasp it.  As she did so he hit her hand and sulked.  His mother returned fire to his ass with another slap that left a pink hand print on his cheek. "Go ahead, Sweet Heart, you just grab that little boy thing and give it a tug."  Jo Ellen quickly complied.  "Oh, look it's Joey in all his bare beauty, and this must be little Tommy.  Your mother told me about you when we talked the other evening.  God, Tommy you're a well hung little thing." Then gently fondling Joey's penis she said, "But so are you, Baby.  Stephanie, is your mother home?"

"Yes, Mrs. Culpepper, I'll go get her for you.  She's up getting the digital camera stuff."

Stephanie returned momentarily with her mother.  "Hi, I'm Grace Simonton, Stephanie's mother.  And, this tall dark and well hung little guy must be Johnny."  Extending her hand to Mrs. Culpepper, she purposely brushed against Johnny erect feature with her other hand.

"I'm Sylvia, Johnny's mother.  I want to thank you for taking care of him for the week.  His father and I are going to be at this hotel out at the beach.  Here's the number and this is my husband's cell phone.  If you need us for anything we'll be at one of these numbers."

"Before you go, I want to clarify something.  Mrs. Phillips, Joey and Tommy's grandmother wants them disciplined with a belt if Stephanie or I think it's necessary.  What's your preference?"

"Oh by all means, whip the fire out of him."

"Then you don't mind if Stephanie does the same?  I mean they're classmates and all."

"Heavens, no.  Stephanie is much more mature.  You know we girls mature quicker and are able to reason better.  You let her whip him front or rear if she thinks she needs to. Besides, isn't that one of her experiments?"

"Now that you mention it, I believe it is."

"Well, I'm gonna run.  You make sure he minds you."

"Trust me, he will.  If not, he'll wish he had."

The other parent departed.  There they were, three naked charges all sporting boners and all being fondled by seven and eight year older girls.  

"Each of you be sure to rub them real good.  I'm going to measure their wieners while they're hard.  You just keep them hard."  Stephanie produced a metal ruler.  Placing it on the edge of an end table she called Tommy over.  "Here let me have that little peepee.  You need to push your little bag up against the edge of the table and let me put your wiener on the ruler.  Here scrunch up harder push hard against the edge of the table, I want all of that wiener on the ruler."  Pushing his glans firmly against the ruler she noted, "3 and   inches, okay great.  Bring Joey over," again positioning the obviously irritated classmate with his scrotum against the edge of the table she pushed his butt cheeks to lock his position.  With her other hand, she pressed his glans against the ruler and read, "3 and « inches, hum, you're about a quarter inch shorter than your little brother, that's interesting.  Jo Ellen, I'm ready for Johnny".  Jo Ellen pulled Johnny over by his penis.  

"Here he is, Steph."

Again, the girl went through her measure regimen, 3 and  , maybe 3 and 7/8.  We'll give the longer one.  You are about the same a Tommy, so I guess Tommy must be gifted for a seven year old.  Well, that's one of my first observations done.  I'll remeasure them to see how consistent stiffies are some other time when they're hard."

"Stephanie, Honey, don't you want to record in a photo how you measured them.  Maybe you should take one of them over and do it again so I can take the picture of their meat on the ruler,"  Mrs. Simonton suggested.

"Good idea, Mom.  Johnny, get over here."

When the pictures were completed of his little penis head being pinched against the ruler by his classmates thumb, Stephanie asked if preparations had been made in the "laboratory" set up in the spare bedroom.

"Stephanie, I saw that you had ropes tied to each of the twin bed head and foot boards, so I went ahead and did the same to the rollaway after I put the sheet on it.  You should be able to tie all three up so they can't move when the experiments hurt them."  Her mother was getting quite aroused with the idea of inserting things into the boys' urethras and anuses.  "Shall we get started with them?"

"Nurses, please pull the boys up to the laboratory by their wieners.  Just grab, squeeze and pull,"  Stephanie ordered.

As they entered the bedroom it was a little crowded with three twin sized beds, but Stephanie put the two bigger boys on the standard beds and Tommy on the rollaway.

"What are we doing in here?" Johnny asked with an air of apprehension.

"This is my laboratory.  This is where I'm going to study your bodies to see what makes them different from us girls and this is where my science project comes alive.  Nurses, put the loops around their wrists and ankles."

Johnny resisted as Samantha tried to secure his wrists. With that Mrs. Simonton slapped his penis and ball sack with her hand.  The pain to his testicles made him curl up in agony.  "Stretch out and let her do her job."  Rather than risk another such painful blow Johnny complied.  

Tommy was definitely scared but he didn't resist as Jo Ellen secured him to the roll away.  Joey seeing the outcome from Johnny's resistance got the message loud and clear and just lay there on his back spread eagle as Mandy did her job.

"Okay now tighten the leg restraints so they can't move around a lot." Each of the girls complied.  "Now that we have them tied down we can begin the research.  The first experiment I want to try while they're hard is putting these coffee stir sticks in their wieners as far as they'll go. Mom, you will probably have to hold their tummies down while I insert them.  I'm sure it's going to hurt a lot."

"Which one do you want to start with, Stephanie?" the rather anxious mother asked.

"Let's do Tommy first.  He's the youngest and he will be most scared.  If we do him first he won't have to worry as much.  Nurses, put these plastic stir sticks in that cup of alcohol so they are sterilized.  Mom, you hold his tummy and Mandy you rub his dick until it's really hard."  After five minutes of further stimulation, Stephanie handed the camera to Jo Ellen.  "I want you to take pictures of this.  Make sure you get his dick in the picture and take lots of them as I push this thing in."

Taking a plastic stick from the alcohol she approached the little boy who was struggling to move about to avoid the coming torture.  "Lie still Tommy, the more you move the worse it will be.  Just lie still."  He continued to wrestle against his restraints and restrainers.  Grabbing his penis, Stephanie squeezed the glans opening his urethra.  Slowly, she began to put the stir stick up the urethra.  Tommy screamed as he felt the rough end of the stick against his soft glans.  As she pushed the stick past the restrictive opening he screamed in true pain.  "Okay, start taking pictures, Jo Ellen."  The stick inched its way up the urethra with forceful pressure applied by Stephanie.

"Wow, look it's going in.  It's really going in."  Jo Ellen reported to the others.  They all gathered around and watched as Stephanie continued to inch the rigid plastic rod further and further.  "What's if feel like Steph?"  Mandy asked.

"Well in the beginning it was hard to push.  His wiener didn't want it in there, but once I got past that part, it started to slide pretty easily."  She continued until only about a half inch of the plastic stick was exposed above the boy's glans.  "I think I'm going to stop here, I don't want it in so far I can't pull it out."  Tommy was crying very loudly.  He was begging for her to stop and take it out. His cries were ignored.  "Now let's leave that in there and go do the other two."

Even though he was released by his tormentors, he just lay there, still crying.  It was as if he was afraid wiggling would make it worse.  And it probably would have.  His little peter was supported to full extension and sticking straight up.

"Next let's do Joey."  Joey tried to pull loose and break the ropes.  His face was red as he fought the ropes and Mrs. Simonton's restraint of his middle section.  She made sure to place her head on his stomach so she could have an extremely close look at this procedure.  Her daughter took another stir stick and following the same procedure she began, "You know their little mushrooms are so soft and smooth."  Pinching his glans she began the same process to the older brother.  Like his younger sibling Joey screamed at the initial thrust.  Inch by inch Stephanie inserted the intrusive object.  She stopped, leaving a half inch sticking out.  "Okay, he's done.  Let's get Johnny now."

Johnny began shouting insulting obscenities at the girls as he struggled.  As he did, Mrs. Simonton squeezed his testicles firmly until he was in agony.  "Johnny, if I hear another bad word I'll crush your little marbles and then after she's done we'll whip you with a belt, so watch your language.  I mean it." Jo Ellen went wild photographing Johnny's 'operation.'  

There they were all three with plastic rods sticking out of their penis heads.  "I think those sticks help keep their penises hard, don't you, Mom?"  

"I wouldn't be surprised.  Maybe we could do some other experiment to see if they'd go down without them."

"I know, nurse Samantha, I want you to go over and grab the top of the stick in Joey's penis and shake it back and forth to see if his penis will slide down the stick."

Samantha pinched the plastic protrusion and began to wiggle it.  Joey just continued to cry.  She violently thrust it back and forth, but it didn't seem like his penis was moving downward as much as she was pulling it loose with the shaking.  "Stop, Samantha, I don't want it out yet.  I'd like to leave them like this for an hour or two, so let's go get a snack or something.  Maybe take in a movie and come see how they are doing then."  With that the girls left the boys looking like human shish kabobs.  "What if they have to pee?" Jo Ellen questioned.  

"Well, maybe they can or maybe they can't, we sure can find out."

After the girls left Joey and Tommy continued to cry winding down about fifteen minutes later.  Johnny was still angry and was yelling obscenities.  "It doesn't hurt like it did when she pushed it in, but it feels weird.  It feels like nothing will hold back the pee if we have to.  I just want it out,"  Joey observed.

"When are they coming back, Joey?"  Tommy was still scared.

"I don't know, but if we just lie still maybe it won't hurt again."

Mrs. Simonton came into the room with glasses of Coke and those bent straws.  One by one she cradled the boys' heads as she let them drink.  Unbeknownst to them, it was a part of the next experiment which was designed to see how far they could pee if their urine was backed up for a long time. For the next two hours they were made to drink.

Noting that Joey was starting to leak a little urine, Mrs. Simonton took a rubber band and twisted several times around the cleft behind his glans so the urethra was pressing tightly around the plastic shaft.  "This will keep you from leaking until we're ready to measure."  The rubber band was tight and it pinched causing a great deal of discomfort.  

"Stephanie, I put a rubber band on Joey, do you want me to do the others, too?" the helpful mother yelled down to the girl party in the living room.

"Yes, please Mom, thanks."  

With that Tommy and Johnny were each tightly secured to their respective shafts by tightly fitting rubber bands. "Now, you guys have to keep drinking a lot.  Until you are hurting to go to the bathroom you won't get to.  So, drink up."  She again began making the rounds with the drink and straw.

As she left their little glans were all bright red from the situation.  "See you in an hour boys."

After leaving the boys in that position for three hours the girls returned to the bedroom.  Both Tommy and Joey were wiggling and complaining about having to go to the bathroom. They were moaning loudly and begging to go.  "Great ,we have two ready.  Mom bring the sheets in."  Mrs. Simonton brought in three red colored bed sheets.

"Are you sure you put plastic sheets on these beds, Stephanie?" She reached down on each to check whether there was plastic under the bed sheets, and there was.  "Okay, I just wanted to check so I didn't have ruined mattresses.

"Here's what we are going to do.  I'm going to one by one undo the rubber bands and pull out the sticks.  When I do that, I'm going to point their wieners toward the sheets which will be held up so they just touch the bed.  After they peed we'll measure how high from the hem on the sheet to the highest wet mark, and then record it.  We'll try the same experiment out in the yard sometime during the week, but let's see how this works.  Before we start, Jo Ellen get the camera going.  I want pictures of them wiggling in pain there.  Then make sure you get a series of me releasing their peepees to go peepee."

"Let's start with Tommy.  He's had his in the longest so it makes sense to start here.  He probably has the smallest bladder too, being the youngest so..." she undid the rubber band and his discolored little pecker head began to pink up immediately.  Still squeezing the glans against the stick, she quickly pulled the stir stick out and pointed his penis toward the sheet.  First it trickled, then, when his brain realized the exit was again open, a stream of urine flowed, staining the bed sheet.  Then Stephanie turned his penis toward his face and watched as he peed on himself.  The little girls giggled and Mrs. Simonton's face indicated a certain pleasure at watching as he tried not to get any in his mouth.  Still wetting he caused a puddle to develop which settled under his backside.

The process was repeated for Joey.  Measurements were taken and he struggled to avoid getting a mouth full of urine. Again, the audience laughed.

"Wait, I have something special I want to do for Johnny's toilet mouth."  Mrs. Simonton left the room and returned momentarily with a plastic funnel.  After measuring the projection of the urine, Mrs. Simonton shoved the funnel in Johnny's mouth.  "If he wants to have a toilet mouth, then let's help him out.  Johnny thrust violently trying to get the funnel out of his mouth as Stephanie squirted the remaining urine up toward his face.  Her accuracy was quite good as several tablespoons of urine went down the funnel and into the boy's mouth.  After his penis a dwindled to a trickle, Mrs. Simonton held his head and told Mandy to pull out the funnel.  As she did so, Mrs. Simonton placed her hand over the boys mouth and gave the order, "Swallow a couple times, I just want to know you flushed your toilet mouth."  He couldn't hold out and swallowed.  "I can't wait to tell Johnny's mother about this.  It's poetic.  Oh, Jo Ellen I hope you got some good pictures of him getting his potty drink."

"I tried Mrs. Simonton.  Here, I don't know how to check them."  She handed the camera to the excited mother. Immediately she recalled the most recent photos.

"Oh, you did.  They're great.  Guess we can give his mother a disk when she picks him up.  Oh look, even on the tiny screen you can see the yellow stream going from his little pecker to the funnel.  It's great.  Oh, it's terrific."

"Let's let them up and get them cleaned and ready for supper.  When we release you boys, if you give us any grief, I will put you back down and will shove one of these swizzle sticks up your dick again and rubber band the damn thing until tomorrow.  Understand? You will be little gentlemen and do exactly what the girls tell you."  The ropes were loosened and the boys slowly rose to their feet.  Johnny began spitting and coughing toward the bed.  

"It's okay, Johnny, it'll all come out again," Mrs. Simonton advised.  "Now, Stephanie you and the girls take them out on the front lawn and use the garden hose and this bar of soap to get them cleaned up.  Be sure you inspect their butt holes and make sure they're clean.  If any neighbors come by make them turn and wiggle their little peepees for them. You know make them put on a show.  Remember, anyone who wants to touch them may do so.  I'll go get dinner ready."

After dinner, Mrs. Simonton told the boys they would be responsible for clearing the table and loading the dishwasher each night.  The girls were permitted to go to planning sessions in the living room to discuss up and coming experiments and genital manipulation they would like to try.  As Joey leaned over to put a plate in the dishwasher, Mrs. Simonton took advantage to rub his butt cheeks and probe the surface of his little hole with her index finger.  It made him jump, but he refrained from complaining and was given to even smile and say playfully, "Quit, Mrs. Simonton, I have to get these dishes in the dishwasher."

The boys and their adult supervisor entered the living room. Stephanie announced, that she wanted to avoid touching and stimulating the boys for a couple of hours so that their penises might "get soft" so she could compare the measurements she took of their hard-on earlier.  They were told to lay on the floor and watch television.

"Tomorrow morning, we will put ice on their little bags to see what it does.  After we ice them we will rub them with olive oil to loosen them up again.  I also want to take them to the city park and make them show strangers their boy parts to see if they stay hard or will eventually get soft again.  So, Mom will you be able to drive us there?"

"Stephanie, I wouldn't miss it.  Beside, I like helping you with your school projects.  But, I must say, this one is the best you've ever attempted."

"Mrs. Simonton?"

"Yes, Joey?"

"Please don't make us go to the park naked.  I had to go to the doctor's office once naked and everyone looked at my boy thing.  It was embarrassing.  Can't we do something here. You know with the girls and stuff?  I'd almost rather have Stephanie put that plastic thing in my thing again than go to a public place naked."

"Well, Joey, I'm sure your mother and grandmother have told you, little boys shouldn't be so modest.  In fact, little boys shouldn't be allowed any modesty in my opinion.  I think they should be raised naked all the time so we girls can play with their toys whenever we see one we like.  Right now I see, three really cute ones and in a minute I'm going to be playing with them.  But, to make a long story short, you're going to the park naked but if you'd like we can put the stir stick in your penis while you're there so others can enjoy it."

"That's okay.  I'll go, and I don't need the thing in my thing."

The girls all laughed at the rather frightened response. The three boys stretched out on the floor and watched television.  At nine o'clock Stephanie had them roll over on their backs and indeed all three penises were soft.

"Joey come over here to the table."  She was standing at the same end table she'd used to measure their erections.  Joey walked over as the girl abruptly thrust his penis forward with a push to his buttocks.  With is scrotum hugging the table tightly, she pressed his glans down on the ruler. "Whoa, only 1 and 7/8 inches.  Boy that thing gets big when it gets hard, doesn't it?"  She noted the measurement. "Tommy you're next." Anticipating her touch his penis began to straighten as he walked over.  "Forget it Tommy, I'll wait until it's soft.  You tell me when it gets soft."  

"I can't help it.  I like it when you touch it and that makes me get harder."

"You like when I touch it?"

"Yeah, when you touch it gently, not when you shove stuff in it or jerk it around."

Smiling Stephanie then called Johnny to the table.  His penis was still quite flaccid and she repeated the measurement process.  As she pressed his penis head to the metal ruler she noted he was about the same as Joey.  "Boy, he's about 1 and 7/8 inches too.  Are all boys that size when they're soft?"

"Now, Stephanie, your sample size is small.  If you had a few more little boys their age, you'd find they aren't. It's just these two are very close, but you can't conclude all of them are the same size when they're soft."  Mrs. Simonton took the teachable moment and hoped she had made sense to her daughter.

"Mine's soft again," Tommy offered not wanting to have to wait.

"Okay, well let's see it."  He walked to Stephanie.  She pressed his scrotum against the table edge and pressed it down on the ruler.  "He's younger and his is longer.  It's about two and a quarter inches."

"Well there goes your hypothesis about boys' penis size. The two older ones are a little shorter than the younger boy.  So, I guess boys do vary in size."  Mrs. Simonton admonished followed with the announcement, "Well, that's it for the experiments today.  Now I for one want to play with their penises and testicles.   I just love the feel of them."

Grabbing Tommy under his arms she sat and hoisted him to her lap spreading his legs to straddle her lap.  "Now, let's rub that little guy for a while.  Ooopppps, I felt one of those little marbles in there."  She announced as she twinked his scrotum with her index finger.

Erect and well stimulated the boys were sent to bed.  It was going to be a long next few days and they would need the rest.

To be continued.