Some Highlights of My Naked Summer

By Sir Cum Sizemore
copyright 2004 by Sir Cum Sizemore, all rights reserved


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"Jack, I want you to put on those shorts I laid out for you today."

"Oh Mom, I hate shorts I'm not a kid anymore.  Why to I have to wear these shorts?"

"You're ten years old and that isn't what I'd call a grown up.  You are a kid.  And I want you in those shorts so those gorgeous legs of yours can tan up.  You have beautiful little boy legs and I want people to see them".

"But these shorts are real short," I said, disgruntled, as I held up a pair of gym shorts with elastic waist.  "They'll see my underwear whenever I sit down".  

"That's okay.  Boys your age shouldn't be so modest.  So they see your underwear.  So what?"

"But, Mom "

"If I hear another word you'll wear these to school for the entire last week. Now, put them on and go out and play."

Not having much choice I put the shorts on and went outside to play.  I was waiting for my friend Kenny to come and we'd ride our bikes to the park.  

There was a big park about three miles from my house.  It was actually a huge wooded area with an open spot for picnicking, hiking, wading in the stream which circled through it, and there were shale cliffs that could be climbed by ambitious ten year old boys.  Wildlife abounded in the park.  And animals were one of my passions.

The park also had some wonderful private spots in the woods where curious kids could play doctor or other games which included body exploration.  As with most prepubescent boys, I was curious about my year younger friend's genitals and was anxious to try to trick him into nudity so I could see them.   Last Saturday, Kenny and I were down there and I proposed a game just to get a look at Kenny's boyhood. Unfortunately, it backfired.  I ended up losing the game, was naked and had to stay that way for three hours doing whatever Kenny told me to do and allowing him to touch and explore any region of my body he wanted to.  He was intrigued with my anus and had me bend over as he prodded it with his fingers and sticks he picked up off the ground.

Well that was last week and this was this week.  We would ride our bikes to the park, chain them to a tree and explore.  Maybe, we'd even get to play naked and this time I'd be the prodder.


The Scam

Margot, Kenny's twelve year old sister was walking by.  I begrudgingly exchanged an acknowledgment (boys my age weren't exactly keen on girls yet) with her and asked if she knew where Kenny was.  She shrugged her shoulders and said, "Hey, I like those shorts.  Your Mom made you wear them, huh?"  It was general knowledge I didn't like my legs exposed.  I was the only boy in my class who didn't wear shorts to school.  Her remark embarrassed me.

"Yeah."  Was the only reply I could muster.

"I like it when you wear them.  You have the best looking legs of any of the boys I know.  If you wore them more often, they'd tan up and really be beautiful."

The truth be told, it was girls and women who used to comment on my "well shaped little boy legs" that caused me to be so self conscious about them.  In third grade my teacher used to squat in front of my desk and as she helped me do my math she'd rub my legs up and down the calf and sometimes the lower thigh.  She didn't do that to many of the other kids.  It was embarrassing even though no one else noticed.  That was when I stopped wearing shorts.  After my bath while I was in my briefs, which I slept in, my Mom used to take my legs across her lap and rub them the full length, from the crotch to the bottom of my feet, as we watched television.  She also did similar things relax my younger brother Anthony, who's six, and my sister Patty who's eight. I don't think it was anything but her way of showing us affection.  

I was quite guarded about my penis and testicles too.  I remember this past year getting poison ivy on my genitals from being in the park I told you about.  My scratching in class apparently bothered Mrs. Parker my teacher and she sent me to the school nurse.  The nurse asked me to pull my pants down so she could see what was bothering me.  I utterly refused.  She called my mother and told her.  After telling her of my refusal and the need to see what the problem was, she handed me the phone.  My mother told me to take my pants down and let her see.  She said if there were any further problems she'd come to school with a belt, take them down for me, allow the nurse to examine me, and then she'd whip the fire out of my bare butt.  Needless to say I was convinced and reluctantly pulled my pants down.  The nurse pinched the glans of my circumcised member and stretched it out, pulling it up and down and left and right. She then pinched the bottom of the scrotum and stretched it out causing my testicles to be accentuated.  Leaving me bare from the waist down she called my mother back and told her I was "covered in poison ivy rash" and she needed to use calamine lotion three times a day to dry it out.  She would take care of the lunchtime applications.

Now, at home, my mother hadn't seen my penis in awhile.  I was shy and preferred my privacy.  She actually let me have it for the most part, too.  But now that I needed "doctoring", I couldn't avoid exposure.  When I got home she pulled me into the living room the living room! and said, "take off your pants and underpants" as she shook a bottle of pink stuff.  I complied.  As luck would have it along came my eight year old sister.  She was very obvious as she stopped to eyeball my dick and balls.  Mom just let her look.

"I think before we put this on, I should wash your penis and testicles.  Patty, would you go up and get me a wet wash cloth?  And put some soap on it."

Eagerly, my sister bounded up the stairs to the bathroom.  A few minutes later she was back with the requested wash cloth.  My mother stretched out my penis, much the same as the nurse and washed the pubis and penis to clean any weeping from the rash.  She then worked on my scrotum pulling again like the nurse and rubbing hard with the washcloth in the other hand, both over and under the bag and its contents.  Again, she shook the bottle of pink stuff. It dawned on me my sister was watching this whole thing. When Mom washed me she was dying to have such an opportunity.  Seeing was not nearly what touching would be. The embarrassment was too much.  "Mom, does Patty have to stand there looking at me?"  

"She's your sister and she can look at you as much as she wants.  Boys shouldn't be so modest.  Let her look."

Patty stood there grinning.  Mom put that lotion on rubbing it into the rash.  This aroused me.  The itch had subsided as the lotion was applied but my boy member like being pulled and rubbed and began to spring to attention.  "Good now I can make sure I get your penis fully covered.  Let it get hard, Jack."  My sister's eyes were aglow.  She wanted so much to reach out and touch it.  Then the inevitable happened.  Something in the kitchen triggered my mother's attention.  "Oh shoot, the potatoes are boiling over.  I've got to get dinner.  Jack you stand there with your hands on your head and let this lotion dry.  Patty, after it dries put another coat of it on him."

"Okay, Mom," no arm twisting there.

"Oh my God, she's going to let Patty touch my boy parts", echoed through my head. The thought of that made me harder.

The lotion dried and my sister grabbed my mushroomed glans and pulled it harder than the nurse or my mother did.  She applied the lotion for a much longer period of time too. Then she started on my scrotum.  She pulled it down and began pinching each nut.  That wasn't a part of the job.  I yelled in pain telling her to stop it.  My mother hearing my displeasure inquired as to what was happening.  I told her she was squeezing my testicles.  She just said, "Patty be gentle, be gentle." And went back to the kitchen.  I stood there naked from the waist down allowing the second coat to dry.  My sister didn't take her eyes off my penis the whole time.  Then, after it was dry I pulled my pants up and sulked.

Enough of the wandering. Now, back to my predicament with Margot. She as I have told you was my nine year old friend's twelve year old sister and she was terribly vindictive. "Let me touch your legs," she ordered.

"No, just go.  Leave me alone."

Then she said something which was to change my summer.  "How about I give you ten dollars for you to strip in front of me and some of my friends?"

"What? You mean naked?"

"Yeah, it's ten dollars.  I'll give you five right now so you know I'm not lying."

"No way.  I'm not getting naked in front of you or your friends.  Not for a hundred dollars."

"Well I'll make the deal sweeter for you.  I won't tell my mother or yours about what you and Kenny did last Saturday, either."

I felt a lump in my throat.  How much did she know?  Did she really know anything?  I can't believe Kenny would tell her about our private times. "What? What did we do?"

"It wasn't what Kenny did, but you were his naked slave down in the park for the whole afternoon."

"Uh, uh.  Who told you that?"

"Kenny did.  He told me about you running around with a hard-on and having to expose yourself to passing cars and other things he made you do."

"I never did that."

"Okay, we'll just let our moms get to the bottom of it then."

"Wait a minute, Margot.  If I get naked for you, one time, you won't tell and you'll give me ten dollars."

"Yep, that's the deal. Here's five right now." She handed me the money and said, "Now go and put it away.  While you're in there take off your underpants and your shirt and just come out here in those shorts, shoes and socks.  That way we won't have so many clothes to keep up with."

I complied.  Mom was in the kitchen as I went to my room.  I put the five dollars in my private box, took off my shorts and underwear, put the shorts back on and took off my t- shirt.  On my way out the door, my mother stopped me.  "Now, that's how I like to see my boys.  As much skin as possible and you'll feel more comfortable and tan up too.  I'm really impressed you are trying to shed that false modesty of yours.  Where are you going?"

"I'm going to the park with Kenny."

"You be home for supper.  Remember six o'clock.  Do you need a watch?"

"No, Mom, I can tell when it's time."

Outside Margot was waiting.  As I approached she said, "let's see if you did what I told you."  Sshe reached up the short inseam of the shorts and grabbed my dick and balls in her hands.  My dick was hard from not having underpants on and the extreme excitement of being open to visual exposure of anyone was really invigorating.  "Oh, yes, I can't wait." Releasing them she said, "Let's go."

As we left on our bikes she headed to her friend Amy's house.  Now, Amy was my age.  In fact, Amy was a classmate of mine this past year.  In a week we'd be out of school for the summer and chances were good she'd be in my class the following year.  We rode up her driveway and parked our bikes.  Entering the garage through the side door, I saw Amy, Mary Beth Sinclair, who was an eight year old who sometimes played with my sister Patty, and her little six year old sister Melissa.  

"Okay, let's go to the park."

"No, I want to see him naked here first."  Mary Beth was apparently privy to the plan.

"We'll have plenty of time to see him and to touch him in the park.  Now, lets go so we have more time."

Walking with those girls through the woods filled me with apprehension and strangely, excitement.  Maybe this would be fun.  I'd show them my stuff.  Let them touch it if I had to, get my five bucks, and go home.

We reached a clearing which was quite private.  It was here that Margot said, "Okay, this is good.  Now, Jack, put your hands on top of your head."  I did as instructed.  "Melissa you're the youngest, you can pull his pants down."  She squealed in delight and jumped right over not pausing for anything and yanked my shorts down exposing my four inch, cleanly circumcised penis.  It bounced and slapped my belly as the elastic released it.  Again, without hesitation the six year old grabbed it firmly and yanked on it.  It really was exciting with that little fist grasping it.  The yank didn't hurt as much as the enjoyment I felt as the penis pushed harder. "Okay, Melissa, take them off of him." Margot slapped my ass, hard and said "Lift your feet."  I did.  Melissa gave the shorts to her waiting sister who had removed a paper bag from a gym bag she was carrying.  "Now, Jack, get the shoes and socks off.  And, keep that wiener where we can watch it while you do."  Again, I complied. "Give the shoes and socks to Mary Beth."  She put them into a bag too.  When she had done so Amy smiled and took the bag off into the woods.

"Stand up, Jack".  I did so, half coving my crotch from the prying eyes of the other two girls.  "Mary Beth, get the stuff out of the bag."  She unloaded a stainless steel spatula the kind my mother flipped pancakes with, a belt which was obviously one of the dads' as it was too long for a boy, and a Polaroid camera.

"What's all that?"  I was starting to get scared.

"Well this" she said holding up the spatula, "and this," holding up the belt, "are to discipline you if you don't follow directions.  Either may be used to hit your wiener or your ass, if you aren't careful."  At that the other girls giggled.

"I want to use the spatula on his wiener," giggled Mary Beth.

"I'm sure you'll get the chance before we're done with him", reassured the bigger girl.

"Hey, Margot, you said look and touch.  You didn't say hurt."  I offered in a firm but frightened voice.

"Just behave and you won't have to worry.  This," she said holding up the camera, "is to take some pictures of you and your wiener for a keepsake.  Each of us has a ten shot pack of film in the bag and we're looking forward to using it. Besides, Amy wants to show the other girls in your class what a great little dick you have."

"No Margot, no pictures and no hitting." I said as Amy rejoined the group.

"All set Amy?"

"Yep, I hid them really well."

Margot reached in the bag and produced a can of charcoal lighter fluid and some matches.  This really had me concerned.  I would hurt them before they could burn me.  As it turned out, that's not why they brought that stuff.

"These things," the dominant little bitch continued, "are to burn your clothes if we feel you have been unmanageable. That means you'd have to ride your bike home naked.  Ooops, was his key in the shorts?"

No, they didn't have a pocket. It was in one of his shoes," replied Amy who had apparently pilfered through my stuff.

"Uh,oh, you mean his bike would have to stay locked to the tree and he'd have to walk almost three miles through busy streets to get home.  And, he'd be totally nude and on display to everyone?" she added sarcastically.

"Guess so," said Amy smiling an impish grin and shrugging her shoulders.

Margot took over, "Here are the rules.  You will do whatever any one of us tells you.  You will allow us to touch or do whatever we want to your wiener, balls or butt.  And, you will never cover your dick with your hands, so you better move them now.  If you break a rule one of us gets to spank your butt or your wiener with a belt or the spatula, or if you're really bad, both. Do you understand me?"

What could I do but comply.  "How long do I have to be naked?"

"Let's see, it's about nine thirty and my mother wants me home at five this afternoon.  So, probably from now until four thirty."

"You didn't say I'd have to be naked all day.  I'll give you the money back and you can tell on me, I don't care, but I want my clothes back and the deal's off."

Amy had me by the balls literally. She gave them squeeze and said, "Not till I get my pictures of this pretty little thingy.  I want all the kids to see it."

"No, no pictures.  Go get my clothes."  

"Guess you can leave then, if the deals off.  We'll see ya." Margot started to pack the things away but handed Amy the lighter fluid and the matches saying, "Amy, you know what to do."

I stopped her.  "Okay, okay.  Don't burn my clothes."

"Now for your first spanking."  Mary Beth was warming up with the spatula swishing it through the air.  Little Melissa was giggling in anticipation.

"Why? What did I do?"

"You complained about what I told you to do.  You wanted to leave.  That's a violation of the rules."

"Can I smack his thing with the spatula? Pleazzzzzze, Margot."

"Okay Mary Beth you've been very patient. You can spank his wiener with the spatula."

"Come on, Margot.  That could really hurt me.  Don't let her do that."  I begged with reason.

"Nope two to the dick with the spatula.  Put your hands on your head," she held up the lighter fluid as a further enticement.  I complied slowly.  My erect penis was standing parallel to the ground.  Mary Beth took her position and swish, slap, a painful blow landed right on the glans.  My dick bounced up and down in pain.  When it had finally stopped, swish, blong, and again pain went through my body as my boyhood was assaulted by this eight year old.  All four of the girls were giggling.

"Now give him ten to the ass with it Mary Beth".

"Hey no more, that's not fair."

"Hey, Jack, life ain't fair.  On second though Mary Beth, let Amy do his ass."

Amy eagerly grabbed the spatula and pushed me over to a fallen tree where she bent me over and began to pepper my ass with the spatula.  It stung like nothing I had ever felt before.  My Mom and Dad used a belt on my bare butt, but it hurt worse and she was just a little girl. Each painful whap left a sharp pain that stung a good quarter of each cheek. When she had done the ten, my butt hurt badly.  It was a good twenty degrees hotter than the rest of my body.  But now the exploration was to begin.  I would be touched and poked by many little hands.  Things were done which hurt. They penetrated my anus with fingers and sticks.  Nothing was out of bounds.  All the while, Amy was taking her pictures.

At one point I was being disciplined by Mary Beth. She was putting three spatula hits on her favorite target, my dick. Amy took pictures.  In one of them she captured the spatula as a blur coming down toward my very red penis.  They all were impressed at her photographic skills.  "This one is mine," Amy laid claim and I knew it would be the prize item at show and tell on the playground.  I was totally humiliated.

As the day progressed, they took me on a hike and every time we'd see picnickers I was made to put my hands on my head and approach them.  Even some adults.  I had to ask if they would "like to feel my wiener" as I was instructed by Margot.  The girls would hide and watch from a distance. The adults would ask if my parents were around.  Some would say, "Does your mother know you are walking around naked?" others would just reach up and rub  my penis and testicles. One man actually sucked it until I got a weird feeling.  My butt cheeks clenched, my legs tightened and my breathing got heavier.  It felt really good.  He said, "I'd love to be able to do that to you forever.   Do you come here often like this?"

The day went on an on.  I was embarrassed and humiliated.  I just wanted it to end.  What could I do. I was a captive.  A slave.

Amy and Melissa loved to pull me around with a death grip squeezing the shaft of my penis leaving the glans protruding out the end.  They and Mary Beth played and experimented with my penis off and on all day.  Margot was into my anus. She loved putting things in there, especially her finger. Truth be told I was beginning to like her finger up my ass while the other kids played with my dick.  A couple of times they gave me the same feeling that guy did when he sucked it.  I didn't know what that was, but I sure enjoyed it. Later I was to find out it was an orgasm.

The day was coming to a close.  Margot grabbed my ass and inserted her finger all the way up through the anus.  As she toyed around in there and played with my glans at the same time, she nodded over to Amy who then picked up the lighter fluid and matches and snuck out.  I turned as I heard Amy approaching and noticed she was carrying the lighter fluid. I panicked.

"Your clothes are toast," she announced with a grin. "You'll have to go home naked."

"Nooooo, you go get me some more clothes.  I mean it Margot, get me some clothes."  

She giggled and picked up the bag and they left.  God how was I going to get home?  I was supposed to be home at six. If I waited til dark I would run less risk of being seen, but my family would be home and I couldn't sneak into the house without detection.  It would be easier to try to get past Mom while Dad was at work and my siblings were playing.


I Get Sentenced for My Misdeeds

Little did I know, my problems with the girls weren't over. I later found out they were at Kenny's house telling their Mom about my being naked and showing other people my private parts.  They even shared some of the pictures.  (Each had kept one or two favorites hidden from Dr. Michaels).  They told her they hid my clothes so I would have to go home naked. They didn't tell her why I was naked.  Mrs. Michaels thanked the girls and called my mother.  Over the next few weeks I learned from the my mom and the girls details of the conversation.

"Hi Kathy, this is Marsha Michaels.  I want to talk to you about something Jack was doing today, and apparently has done on other occasions.  The girls told me he was naked in the park and was exhibiting himself to people who were down there recreating.  Kenny tells me he was naked for him too and would exhibit himself to passerbys on the road." (Kenny failed to tell he made me do it as part of the game.)

"Marsha, that doesn't sound like something he'd do. He's very shy about his body.  He's over modest for a little boy. He won't even wear short pants without me making him.  I can't imagine him exposing himself to anyone."

"Well, I know it's like a ton of bricks to you, but I have some pictures the girls took of him wiggling his penis in front of them.  There are photos of him walking up to complete strangers naked.  There's even one here of some guy sucking on his penis.  It's really bad Kathy.  If you'd like I could bring the photos by."

"Yes, I'd like to have them.  Marsha, you're a practicing psychologist.  What do I do?"

"Exhibitionism can be a tricky matter.  Men and boys with this problem like the anticipation of getting caught.  It excites them.  Sometimes, however, it is a sign they are insecure about their maleness and exposing themselves vicariously shouts, 'See I am a boy', so everyone can acknowledge it."

"What would you recommend we do?"

"Kathy, if he were mine, I'd disarm him of the excitement of exposure by making him stay naked for a period of time. Exposing him to everyone all the time would take away the excitement, and, at the same time, reassure him the world was aware of his gender. If he were post pubescent we'd have to think of another alternative, but he isn't so he can be publicly exposed at your whim. If you decide to strip him, I'll write a letter of prescription for his nudity just in case you run into any problems with the authorities, but I don't anticipate that happening."

"Maybe we should try it."

"Well, if you do there are some rules to lay down.  First, he must keep his hands away from his crotch.  Don't let him cover his boyhood ever.  Second, you should allow whoever wishes to touch or fondle him as much as they like.  Let folks explore his body within limits you set.  Third, when you do feel he must wear something like to church or school, make it something which will occasionally flash his boy parts so other can see.  It will be a way to monitor his growth with the program.  Fourth, use a belt on his backside for any violations and be strict.  Leave marks if you have to, but punish him hard. I guess that's where I'd start."

"When he gets home, I'll begin and iron out the details with John tonight."

"Kathy, he'll be coming home nude.  The girls hid his clothes and so he will have to travel the three miles from there to home naked.  If I were you I'd lock all but one door and monitor so you can catch him as he comes in.  It'll save on a lot of denial."

"Good idea.  Marsha, thanks."

"Oh, you might want to consider how you will limit skid marks on the furniture during his nudity.  You'll have to plan to keep an eye on his little anus to make sure he's clean. All joking aside, Kathy, you and John know my practice is open to you for this.  You're a neighbor so there won't be any charge.  If you need help or feel he does, make an appointment at the office."

"Thanks Marsha."

"If you bring him to the office, bring him nude.  No shoe, no socks, totally nude.  That boy is a looker and I'd really like the opportunity to examine his package.  God, Kathy, those legs of his are beautiful."

"We will.  Thanks again, Marsha."

When I reached home, I slowly opened the back door by the kitchen.  I had made the trip sneaking from one neighbor's shrubs to another, running full speed between houses and across streets.  Only a couple of times did doors open and screams of, "Where are your clothes little boy," bellow forth.  Try as I might, occasionally, I'd be caught mid- street by motorists who almost always smiled and blew their horns to let me know I'd been seen.  Luckily, no cops. Though I'm sure some observers called them.

Now, if I could just sneak past Mom, I could get into my room and get dressed. I tiptoed through the door and past the opening to the kitchen when, "Jack is that you?"

"Yes, Mom," I replied as I continued the trek to my room.

"Jack, come here."

"In a minute Mom, I have to get something from my room."

"No, not in a minute right now," came the strong demand of a determined mother.

"Please, Mom, in a minute."

"I said now."

Not wanting to risk a major problem, because she would storm into my room before I could dress, I walked to the kitchen opening and peered in, hiding my naked groin behind the wall surrounding the doorway.

"Yeah, Mom?"

"Come in here."

"Why?"

"I said get in here. I'm going to get the belt if I have to repeat myself."

I presented my nude body covering with my hands as I entered.

"Why are you naked?"

"I was skinny dipping in the park and lost my clothes."

"No, you were running around the park naked all day today. I talked with Dr. Michaels and she said Margot told her you stripped in front of her and her friends.  She said there were pictures of you going up to strangers while you were nude."

"They're lying, Mom.  That's not how it happened."

"Take your hands away from your penis." I complied. "I'm going to get he photos from Dr. Michaels tomorrow and that's all the evidence I need.  Kenny said you were naked and did whatever he told you last week."

"He made that up to top Margot's story."

"No, he didn't.  I think you have the problem.  Get those hands away from your penis and don't put them there again." I moved them away again.  "Now go and get a shower, dinner will be in forty five minutes."

"Eewww", maybe it was over.  But I knew she and Dad would talk about it and I'd probably get the belt.  I deserved it. Dad would leave welts though, but I guess they'd serve as a reminder for awhile.

I went to bathroom directly from talking with my mother and got into the shower.  After a ten minute stint under the water I got out and dried off.  Wrapping the towel around me I made my way to my bedroom.  Finally, I was going to get some clothes on and try to recapture any modesty left.

Pulling open my top draw my underwear drawer I was startled to see it empty.  Frantically, I pulled drawer after drawer, they were all empty.  My closet was empty, too.  Wrapping the towel around myself, I open my bedroom door and yelled, "Mom, I need to see you."

She responded by coming to the door.  "What's the matter?"

"I don't have any clothes to put on."

"Oh, I decided since you like being naked that you could stay naked all summer.  You won't need clothes, your Dad and I will figure out the rules later, but for now," she grabbed the towel and tore it from my hips, "you'll just be naked." She turned to walk away, "Oh, you do know the first rule. Keep your penis open to everyone's inspection.  If you cover it, even to scratch without permission, I'll tear you up with a belt.  On second thought, Margot says you really hate spatulas.  Now, how would she know that?  Maybe, I'll leave a spatula out just for you."

Dinner came and I walked to the table nude not daring to cover my boy parts.  My eight year old  sister giggled not knowing what was going on, "Hey, Jack, did you forget something?"  All of my family laughed, even my Dad who was seated at the head of the table.

"Children, your brother is being punished for something he did." Mom explained.

"You mean that naked stuff in the park with Margot, Mary Beth, Amy and Melissa?" asked my sister.

"Yes, how did you find out?" my ever inquiring mother asked.

"Mary Beth called me and told me about some of it.  She said she smacked his wiener with a spatula for being bad.  She said he did some pretty bad things down there and that they had some pictures of him," Patty continued to rattle on, "They took his clothes and hid them."

My brother Anthony snorted milk out his nose with laughter getting a weird look from my mother who was a stickler for table manners.  "Sorry, Mom, but that was funny."

"Well we've decided your brother will stay naked all summer. Your father and I will be the only ones who can give him permission to dress on the very few occasions he will need to."

"Mom? Dad?" I looked side to side.  Neither was sympathetic.

My father spoke, "You need to accept your body better.  Boys should be able to be nude without embarrassment.   You know when we tried to get you to the pool at the Y, you wouldn't go because you had to swim naked.  So were all the other boys, but they didn't show embarrassment.  Anthony swam there nude and he wasn't embarrassed.  We have to get you to feel better about your body and this is a way that was recommended to do it."

"Dad, at the Y mothers and sisters could sit and watch as everyone swam naked."

"And again, I say, boys are made to be naked at times and you shouldn't have worried about being seen.  At least none of those girls or women had a spatula."  He thought that was funny and chuckled.

"Okay, I'll swim naked at the Y.  How's that?"

My father turned toward me and said, "I guess you will, there'd be no way to avoid it, because you'll be naked all summer."

"I'll get arrested being naked and so will you for making me."

"Mr. Conway our attorney checked that out after your mother called me.  He said the ordinance is for post pubescent individuals.  That means, if you have hair on your private parts, you can't be nude, but children, those without hair, are at the parents whim when it comes to nudity.  Dressing kids in public is done only because people feel more comfortable, it isn't due to a law. And Dr. Michaels has offered to write a letter of prescription for you to be nude in public."

"Children, one of the rules we'll have is Jack's body is now family property.  You may touch him anywhere you want, as much as you want, whenever you want.  You may allow your friends to touch him too.  I'm sure many would like to explore his penis and his testicles, and, as you children put it, his butt hole.  All of those things are now your toys and remember to share your toys with others," My father finished with a chuckle.

"Daddy, what if he doesn't let us touch his wiener?" asked the ever inquisitive Anthony.

"If he doesn't we'll have to defer to Mary Beth's idea and slap his penis with a spatula.  Probably be good to do his bottom too while we're at it," turning toward Mom he said, "I still think the belt may be the weapon of choice, but we'll see."  She smiled and nodded.

"Patty", the matriarch spoke, "you know how you have had to clear the table?" Patty nodded yes. "Well starting tonight, I'm changing your job. For the summer, your job will be to bathe Jack.  It's important his bottom be clean all the time so he doesn't mess up the furniture.  So you will have to bath him after each bowel movement and every day at least once.  You can do it ,or if your little friends would like to help, let them. After dinner we'll go in the bathroom and I'll show you how.  Okay."

"Okay? Okay? No, it's fantastic!  My friends can help do it to him too, that's unbelievable, wait till I call Carol, Joanie, Mary Beth, Janice and Denise.  Will we get to clean his penis too?"

"Sure, Honey, that's part of him isn't it?" my father joined the discussion.

"Oh God, Mom, Dad, can we finish dinner, I want to do it now." She was ecstatic

My parents chuckled, Anthony giggled and I wanting to protest was resigned to the fact that it would be futile. Actually, at this point my argument would reinforce their choice.

"Mom, can I give him a bath sometimes?" asked Anthony not one to be left out.

"Sure, but you will have to let Patty supervise you."

"Okay."

"After Jack's bath your father and I will decide on the other rules we have to have.  Once we do, we'll share them with all of you.  And, especially you, Jack."

My little brother Anthony, who was seated next to me at the table, reached over and grabbed my dick.  He did it slyly to avoid possible correction by Mom or Dad.  I hit his hand and shoved it away, saying leave me alone.  He withdrew his hand and awaited for some form of corrective remark from one of our parents.  Instead, Mom said, "It looks like Jack's first spanking on the new program will come from Anthony.  He will spank you after your bath.  I'll call everyone to the living room when we're ready and Anthony can deliver the spanking."

"Wha " before I could ask, my mothers index finger was raised in the posture she used to make a point very plainly. "I told you anyone could touch anything and do anything with it.  I told you that meant your penis, testicles, or bottom. Didn't I?"

"Yes."

"What did I say would happen if you didn't cooperate with the person who wanted to feel you?"

"A spanking with the spatula."

"Okay then."

Anthony was scrunched up like a little chipmunk with a shit eating grin on his face that advertised his excitement at the prospect of spanking his big brother.  I knew he was looking forward to it with joyful anticipation.  I, on the other hand, was glad it was him. I mean, "how much hurt could this little six year old impart? Even with a spatula?" was my way of thinking.  

"Okay, Jack and Patty to the bathroom.  Anthony, you need to clear the table and put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher."

"Mom, can't I watch you give Jack a bath and then do the dishes? I want to know how to do it, so if Patty and her friends aren't here I can do it for her," asked the still impish looking little boy.

"Go ahead Anthony, I'll clean up down here," offered my father.

"Come on Mom, I can bathe myself.  Please don't let them bathe me.  Patty is younger than I am and this is embarrassing."

"It seems to me the story I heard was that Mary Beth who is Patty's age touched your penis and anus.  So did Melissa. She's only six.  If they can then your brother and sister should share the privilege.  Patty and her friends are going to bathe you."

"Me and my friends too, huh, Mom?" Anthony asked.

"Anthony, you and your friends can help, but Patty is the boss of Jack's bath," she straightened him out.

As I stood there in front of Mom, Patty, and Anthony my mother grabbed my penis and jerked it to a specific spot, turning me with it toward my siblings.  "Patty, use his penis as a handle anytime you want to position him or pull him somewhere.  It's his 'boy handle' and it is very effective to position him this way.  See if I want him to face this way, I just give the little handle a tug and he turns.  To paraphrase the adage, 'If you got him by the penis, his heart, mind and body will follow'.  You and your friends can use it to pull him around the neighborhood for practice if you like."

"Me, too, Mom?" asked the persistent Anthony.

"Yes, Anthony you can do it to him too."

My mother drew about six inches of water in the tub.  She pulled out a wash cloth and a towel.  Putting the bathroom rug in front of the tub, she told Patty to kneel down.  I was told to get in the tub and sit.  

"Patty get him wet with the water.  Just rub some water on his face, back and chest." My sister complied.  "Now, take the wash cloth and get it wet and put some soap on it.  Jack close your eyes.  Patty wash his face with the washcloth and scrub it good."  My sister began rubbing hard with the washcloth and it was not what I'd call pleasant.

"Now put some more soap on the cloth and wash his chest. Good, now do his back.  Jack lift your arms so she can get the arm pits.  Okay, Patty, now do his arms all the way from his shoulders to his hands.  Good.  Jack stand up."  My penis was erect from the touching and anticipation of what was to come.  

"Look, Mom, his penis is sticking out," noted my little brother.

"Yes, Honey, and that's good it will make it easier for Patty to clean."  "Patty get some soap on the wash cloth and wash his belly and belly button."

My sister was purposely letting the cloth hit against my hard penis so she could watch it bounce around.  Though she rubbed my stomach and cleaned my navel, that's not where she was looking.  Nor was it where Anthony was looking.

"Now, do his legs with the cloth.  Good.  Turn around Jack." You could feel Patty's disappointment as there was a part she didn't clean.  I was relieved that perhaps Mom would let me wash my boy parts.  Even Anthony audibly said, "Oh.".

"Now, wash his butt cheeks.  Rub hard.  Go down the back of his legs. Good.  See the scrub brush over there?  You need to pick it up," Mom continued to direct.  "Jack turn around, hold your elbows up.  Patty scrub his elbows with the brush. Now do his knees."  She complied.  "Now take the brush and put some more soap on it.  Grab his penis and use the brush to scrub the mushroom shaped part at the end there."

My eight year old sister had a death grip on my penis and was beaming from ear to ear as she roughly scrubed my glans with the scrub brush.  My mother then directed her to to put the brush down.  

"Now put some soap on your hands and wash his penis and testicles.  Take your time and work the soap in really well."  She didn't have to give that instruction more than once.  My sister was eager to do this part.  All these years she was occasionally lucky enough to see my penis, but now she was actually getting to touch it all she wanted, and in front of Mom.

"Rinse it and do it again."  As my sister rubbed the soap on my erect penis I reacted with another orgasm.  My sister and little brother laughed at my contorted movements and heavy breathing.

Completely ignoring the orgasm, my mother then said, "Jack turn around."  I complied.  "Now soap up your hand again, Patty and rub the soap into his crack.  Okay, Jack lean toward the wall spread your legs and point your toes in.  My mother guided my legs to the position she wanted me.  "Now, Patty soap up this finger".  I couldn't see but my sister told me later it was the middle finger.  "Put it right in the hole.  Just hold it there and push until his hole lets you in.  Keep pushing, more, more".   I felt my sphincter finally giving up and allowing entrance.  "Now move your finger around in there and then pull it out a little and push it back in.  Okay, keep pulling it out and pushing it in.  Okay, now pull out your finger and soap up the middle finger and your index finger and shove both in."  I could feel my muscles resisting her penetration, but as before she gained entrance.

After she slid the two fingers in and out a dozen or so times my mother said, "Now take them out."  The finger movements had caused a pulsating erection, but I didn't have an orgasm.  I'm not sure Mom didn't deny me that release just to punish me further.  "Patty, his hole will be a main place for you to spend time.  When he has a bowel movement, he must be clean so he doesn't dirty the furniture.  Okay?"

"That was fun, Mom.  I never knew I could get my fingers in there."

"Well remember two fingers are needed to clean him."

"Mom, can I give him a bath now?"  Anthony was really eager.

"No, Anthony, we don't have time.  How about if you wash his penis and testicles and clean his bottom though."

"Yeah, yeah! Those are the parts I wanted to do anyway."

"Well, since he's got his bottom toward you get some soap on your fingers and push them in."

I thought he was on my side in these things, but I was wrong.  In went his little finger with less resistance than my sister's.  Then he put two in and kept the in and out thing going.  I was at the point of orgasm and lunged forward pinching his fingers with the sphincter muscles as my legs tightened and I found myself on my tip toes.  Again, Mom ignored it.

"Go ahead Anthony, your fingers are small try three or four at a time."  The little shit was inserting four of his fingers at the same time and there wasn't anything gentle about it.  After he had his fun my mother made me turn and allow him to wash my penis and scrotum. He did it with gusto.  As he did my scrotum, he pinched my right testicle on purpose and I fell to the tub in pain.

Then Mom made me stand back up.  Anthony grabbed my dick and began to pull on it.  Engorged from the anal reaming I was loaded for another orgasm.  As he grabbed the scrub brush to do my glans as my sister had been instructed to do I again felt the discharge of my nervous system, my butt cheeks squeezed together, I thrust my pelvis forward, my legs tightened and I went up on my tiptoes.  "What was this feeling?  What was happening to me?"  I hadn't experienced these tingles before but I sure did like them.  Again, my mother didn't draw attention to the orgasm.  My brother waited until the spasms ceased and said, "Mom why does Jack do that?"

"It's normal for little boys to do that after their hard penises are rubbed and played with enough.  It's called an orgasm.  I'm sure, Anthony if you had your little penis rubbed while it was hard you would bounce around, too.  When you boys get bigger, your penises will shoot semen out the end through the pee hole or what grown ups refer to as the urethra.  But because you're both still young nothing comes out you just get a really good feeling and that's okay."

"My penis is hard right now, Mom.  Can I do what Jack did?"

"I imagine you could, but it would take a lot of rubbing."

My sister is intrigued with the conversation.  I could see her mind churning.  Anthony's little wiener was never a problem for her to see.  He hadn't reached the point where he showed much modesty.  To him exposing it wasn't exciting it was just comfortable so he would often walk around the house naked.  Mom would ask him to go and get something on at times.  At other times she just left him alone.  But having him with a little stiffy and knowing what she had just learned about orgasms, she was excited over the prospect of seeing him in the throws of orgasmic spasms as his little boy toy bounced around.

"Mom could we make Jack rub Anthony's penis so he could have an orgasm too?"

"If Anthony wants to, I don't think that would be so bad." I was surprised this overly religious woman would approve of such a thing, but she did.

Patty asked, "Hey, Anthony do you want to try having an orgasm?"

Still standing in the tub, I watched as my sister stripped her little brother completely naked.  Anthony wasn't lying. Bathing his big brothers boy parts had caused him to develop quite a woody. His rather well endowed little dick bounced up and down as my sister took his underpants down.  She pulled them off.

"Jack it would help if you soaped up your hands."  My mother suggested in a tone that made you realize it wasn't just a suggestion.  I complied and put soap on my hands.  I still was uneasy about playing with another boy's dick, but Anthony was my brother and he was soon to be spanking me. If I made him feel good, it might lessen his desire to hurt me during the upcoming spanking.

As I mentioned the boy was well endowed for a six year old. His little stiffy would measure in at three maybe three and half inches.  His little glans was engorged it was kind of purplish red and the shaft was as hard as a steel rod. "Jack, grab his thing," my sister commanded.

"Patty, you're not the boss here." Was my indignant response.

"Oh, but, yes she is."  Mom said with a verbal slap to my dominance in the situation. "You will do as she directs, understood?"

Not wanting Patty to have the opportunity to spank me, I nodded my head.  Patty just gloated.  She had Anthony by his dick.  She had never touched him before to my knowledge, but the current situation had made her less timid about handling her brothers and her confidence was quite assured.  That last remark of Mom's really boosted that.

"Come over here, Anthony" pulling him gently by his dick she directed him to me.  "Jack grab his wiener and start washing it." Came her direct and authoritative command.  

Grabbing the little boys erect penis my hand began to slide back and forth.  Looking into his eyes I could see he was really enjoying it.  First I did it slowly then my pace began to quicken.  Probably due to the look of enjoyment on Anthony's little face.  His eyes had a far away glow with the element of a twinkle.  I had stroked him until the soap lost its lubricating qualities.  I stopped to resoap.  My sister yelled, "Don't stop!" She was hiding her giggles of excitement.

"My hand is heating his penis up.  I need more soap on it."

Mom turned toward the medicine cabinet and said, "Just a minute."  She brought down a jar of Vaseline. She told me to hold my hand out and then she coated the palm with the lubricating gel.  "Now you should be able to rub him for quite sometime."

"Yeah, Jack, get back on his little wiener, now!"  Patty said firmly. God, she was getting bossy with her new found authority.

Again I encompassed my brother's erect penis and began sliding.  That contented look came back on his face.  The far away gazed returned.   His breathing got heavier and faster I felt his little pelvis jump forward as his legs tightened and he rose to his tiptoes momentarily.  His whole body seemed to writhe in spasmic throws.  

"Wow, that was neat," was his verbal reaction after he regained control and his body functions returned to their normal level.  "It felt good."

Mom retook control as I reached down to continue stimulating my brother.  I did like the fact that I could make him feel so good.  After all he was a pain but I loved him and it is a good thing when you can make people you love happy.  

"That's enough.  Jack, get out.  Patty, dry him off.  He's not to take a towel out of the bathroom.  Anthony, you want to get dressed now?"

"No, Mom, I want to stay naked."

"Suit yourself, Honey."

"Mom,"  Patty chimed in as my mother was leaving the bathroom, "why don't we make Anthony stay nude all the time too.  He likes it and I like looking at him.  He has a cute little wiener."  She was really thinking she wanted to grab hold of that little devil whenever she wanted and she wanted to use both of our boy toys as party favors for her friends when they visited.

"Do you want to be naked all the time, Anthony?"  Mom asked.

The little guy thought for a moment and said, "Okay."  I think his answer was probably partially predicated on the feeling I had just given him with the hand job.

"Anthony, if you choose this you will be under the same rules and punishment as your brother.  If you say yes, you will be naked all summer and can't change your mind.  So be very sure."  Mom explained she didn't have time to be handling one child one way and the other another.

"Will Patty and her friends have to give me a bath, too?" This was obviously not something he wanted in his "contract".

"Yes, she will bathe you just like she does Jack.  Her friends will be able to bathe you and play with your penis, testicles and bottom just like they can Jack's."

His face turned pensive with a look like he was reconsidering.

Patty was showing signs of apprehension.  It was obvious she didn't want him to change his mind.  She quickly said, "Don't worry, Anthony, I won't let anyone hurt you."

I couldn't believe this kid had no sense of modesty.  He looked at Mom and said, "Okay, I want to be naked."  Mom left the bathroom and emptied his drawers and closet.

Dry I was told to go to the living room.  In all the discussion of Anthony's nudity, I had almost forgotten what was to happen there.  My little brother didn't though.  

"I get to spank you now."

"Yes, Anthony you do.  Go and get your father so he can watch too.  Tell him you need the spatula."

Anthony skipped to the kitchen.  "Dad, I need the spatula. I'm going to spank Jack and you need to come watch."  Dad dried his hands and gave the little snot the stainless steel pancake flipper to use on me. My father wasn't a bit surprised at Anthony's nakedness as he often ran around the house au natural.  They both entered the living room.

Patty with a satisfied look on her face announced, "Daddy, Anthony is going to be naked all summer, too.  Mom asked him if he wanted to and told him he'd have to be under the same rules as Jack.  He said he did, so she's going to let him."

Dad shrugged and said, "I'm not surprised.  He likes be naked and isn't the least bit shy about it.  Maybe, this summer will help cement his healthy self image in place permanently.  I'd hate for him to get into Jack's predicament."

"Mom, would you have made me be naked if I had done what Jack did?" Patty asked.

I was interested in this answer.  Intently, I look to the family matriarch for her wisdom laden reply.  "No, Patty, you're a girl.  Boys are made for public nakedness; they aren't supposed to be as secretive or shy about their bodies.  Girls must keep an air of suspense about their bodies.  No, I don't think we would have chosen this punishment for you."

All I could think was, "Well that's really fair."  But I knew she would just say, "Sometimes life isn't fair," if I had verbalized that observation.

Mom broke the reverie, "Jack come over here.  You need to straddle the arm of the couch facing out."  I couldn't figure out why I was assuming such a weird position.  "Now bend back."  So there I was with my penis and testicles exposed and protruding.  It was then it dawned on me what was about to happen.

My father grabbed my upper body while my mother held my feet.  "Okay, Anthony use the spatula and spank his penis and testicles hard."  My sister was captivated and almost drooling.  SWAAAP! Anthony was excited, but without a word landed a solid hit to my erect penis.  The flat of the spatula striking right on the tip of my penis forcing it upward until the whole flat part contacted my balls causing a very painful result.  My parents were holding me, I couldn't comfort my especially hurt testes.

Suddenly, SWAAAP, another blow hit the tip my penis.  This time knocking it downward on top of my testicles. I was crying wildly and screaming with the contact of the spatula.

"Anthony you need to give him four more.  Make them count," my father directed.  Each successive hit hurt like hell. Each hit was accompanied by my little brother's member, which had sprung to full attention, bouncing up and down. It was obvious my sister and my parents didn't know which show to watch my spanking or my little brother's bobbing penis. Each caused me to scream in pain, trying desperately to wiggle loose from my parents' hold.  I was crying uncontrollably.  After his sixth swat, he was told that was enough.  I was told because Anthony was under eight he would spank my penis and testicles rather than my bottom.  It would hurt more that way.  I didn't want to give him a reason to spank ever again.

Even at bedtime I was still hurting from the penis and testicle spanking.  My nuts couldn't be manipulated without pain.  I lied down on my back and was afraid to move fearing my jewels would shift causing a pain I'd regret.  I eventually fell asleep.  The next morning, I had recovered.

"Jack, get ready for school.  Here are your clothes."  My mother handed me a pair of the short gym shorts with the wide legs, a pair of white ankle length socks, a t-shirt and some athletic shoes.  The shorts were bad enough.  I had to go to school with most all of my legs exposed and that was sure to get comments from the ladies and some of the girls. For some reason they liked my legs calling them "shapely" and "gorgeous".  It was embarrassing.  None of the other boys to my knowledge fielded such remarks and most of them wore shorts all the time.  Of course, their shorts were stylish, most below the knee in length.

"Mom, you didn't give me any underpants."

"Oh, you won't be wearing any.  Since your bottom is being cared for by your sister, skid marks will be few and far between.  Just shorts will be fine."

"Mom my penis will show in these. Look, the legs are wide open, everyone can look right up here."

"That's the idea.  I told you yesterday little boys should not be embarrassed to have their penises exposed. Little girls like to look at them and so do most women. Just put them on and get off to school, you'll be late."

"Please Mom."  She grabbed the spatula, pulled the shorts down and told me to lean over the kitchen counter.  Swooappp the flat of the spatula hit my left cheek with a burning sting.  Swoooappp another to the left cheek this time so blistering I couldn't stand it.  I screamed in pain. Swoooappp another this time landing at the crack between the cheeks.  I was hysterical.  Swoooapp another hit to the area where my right leg met my bottom. Swoooapp again a hit covering two cheeks.  My ass was on fire.  I was begging her to stop.  Swoooapp another hit to the left cheek.  I was sobbing.

"Don't argue with me.  When you do, I'm going to spank you. I told you that.  Now, pull up the shorts and get ready for school.  I called Mrs. Richardson last night and told her what to expect and also told her to pull em off and wear you out with a belt if she had any grief.  So, mind your manners."

At breakfast I was still crying from the sound spanking I had received for arguing with Mom.  But I was curious if Anthony really was operating under the same rules. He came to breakfast dressed in the same attire.  Looking up his shorts leg I could see he was fully exposed.  That satisfied my interest in fairness.  Only trouble was, it didn't bother him.  He was likely to pull those things down right in his kindergarten "Show and Tell" just to show he wasn't wearing underwear. Kids his age just aren't into caring about nakedness or body differences.  As such, it was much easier for him.

I went out the door with eyes as red as roadmaps.  Hoping desperately to have my composure back by the time I got to school.  I didn't need the other kids to know I was spanked. Wearing these short shorts with no underwear was bad enough.


My Last Week of School

Mrs. Richardson greeted me in the hallway.  "Jack, I talked with your mother last night.  I know what's happening and why.  When you go to your desk you are to sit with your legs spread as widely apart as you can make them.  You are not to cover up.  I want you to sit like that in the cafeteria and on the playground as well.  If you don't or if you cover up, I'll have to pull those shorts down and spank you in front of the others. Understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"I want you to let anyone who wishes to run their hands along your legs and to reach up in your shorts to play with your penis and testicles.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

She ran her hand up and grabbed my penis giving it a playful tug.  Then she squeezed the glans making my little fella begin a salute.  I was sent to my seat, spread my legs apart and awaited my class to begin.  Boy was I stiff.  Carol Atkins turned around and began to point and giggle.  "Hey everybody, I can see Jack's wiener.  Look!"  The entire class came to look. Amy wouldn't be topped.  "I got to touch it in the park this weekend."

"I want to touch it exclaimed Carol."

Mrs. Richardson moved to regain control.  "Boys and girls you can all feel his penis at recess, but now let's get our math books out."

Half the class was still staring at my erect member down the open legs of my shorts.  

"I want you to do the problems on pages 277 and 278.  Get busy."  The class went back to the assigned task.  Mrs. Richardson came to my desk half to comfort me in my embarrassment and half to feel me up.  She began massaging my claves and moved to my thighs. Then her hand rand up under the shorts and she began pinching and pulling my erect penis as she quietly reassured me.

I couldn't help but notice.  Rather than a natural protective reaction to her playful touch in my crotch, I actually spread wider apart to allow her better access.  As I think back, I liked it.

Recess came and we went outside.  Almost every kid in the class was anxious to touch my once private parts.  Mrs. Richardson acted like a traffic cop lining the kids up for their turns.  "Let's make this easy.  Jack, take off your shirt and shorts."

"What?"  She wanted me to take off the only covering I had. To be nude in front of our class and Mrs. Miller's, the other fourth grade which came out to recess with us.  I couldn't believe it.

"Jack, did you hear me?  Get your shirt and shorts off, NOW!"

I did as I was told and the kids laughed and clapped.  

"Spread your legs and put your hands on your head."

I did.

"Children each of you may play with his penis and testicles for thirty seconds then you must move on and let someone else have a chance.  I'll time you."

Carol was first and she didn't waste a second.  She really liked feeling me up.  My boner was getting harder.  The third kid in line grabbed my glans and rotated it between his thumb and fore finger.  I couldn't hold it any longer and my hips thrust forward, my back arched, I groaned as my legs straightened and I rose to my tip toes.  "Children, that was called an orgasm.  It made him feel really good."

"Mrs. Richardson, my father said when boys have orgasms stuff comes out of their penis.  Nothing came out of Jack's penis."

"Right, Dennis.  Jack is still a little boy.  He has to grow some more.  Maybe two or three more years before anything comes out of his penis.  But you saw him move and his muscles tighten.  That happened because you kids are playing with his penis.  He can make that happen to himself if he rubs his penis.  We call that masturbation.  Maybe tomorrow instead of us touching him, I'll make him get naked and show you how he can masturbate."

One thing for sure, my modesty was on the way out.

While all this was happening, as I later found out, Dr. Michaels, Margot and Kenny's mom was at our house with a letter and sharing what pictures she had.  Both ladies were unaware of the pictures each of the girls decided to keep for their personal collection.  

"Kathy, I must admit if I were a little girl, I'd want my fingers around Jack's penis.  He's beautiful.  I used to look forward to the summers just to see those muscular little legs of his, but the view of them was few and far between."

"I know, he just wouldn't wear shorts.  Guess that's not going to be a problem this summer.  I've thought perhaps I won't let him have long pants again until he begins high school. I'll make him wear those athletic shorts year round and just give him underwear after the punishment, but keep those legs exposed.  Do you think he'd weather the winter with bare legs?"

"Why not?  When we were growing up, our parents made us wear dresses and skirts to school in the winter.  Remember?  Up to our asses in snow, but our legs were bare.  Why should boys be any different?"

"By gum, Marsha, you're right.  We survived it."

"If you do that, my request would be to be sure you kept him in those athletic style shorts, his little thighs are a sight to behold.  God, that kid's legs are beautiful."

"Oh, I will.  Besides, those athletic shorts are really inexpensive.  You can buy ten pair for the price of one or two pairs of the designer shorts."

We'll I've gotta run.  There are some early appointments today. If you or John or Jack needs to see me about anything during this process, you know how to contact me.  I'll check with you off and on during the summer just to see how things are going."

"Thanks, Marsha.  You've been a true friend though all of this."

"Here's the letter explaining as a licensed psychologist, I'm suggesting public nudity for the boy as a therapeutic intervention."

"Thanks Marsha.  I'll need one for Anthony too."

The interested neighbor grinned.  "Are we having problems with Anthony?"

"No he wants to do the same thing as Jack.  He volunteered for it.  When you're six, your body isn't a concern.  The only concern he's ever had is whether he could shed his clothes and run nude.  He loves it."

"Okay, I'll have the secretary redraft it with Anthony's name on it too.  She'll fax John a copy at his office."


The Pricherts Throw a Party

Across the street from us lived two sisters.  They were spinsters who had taken care of their ailing father.  He must have been a hundred when he died.  They were long retired as teachers in the school system.  The old man died two summers back.  We never knew their mother.  She had been dead since before we moved here.  Their favorite pastime was to call my parents and complain about us.  Everything we did annoyed them too loud, their ball is in our yard, their friends are walking on our grass, and on and on.  They were just plain mean to kids.  I don't see how they could have been teachers for so long. They probably only picked that profession so they could spank kids.

My parents were big on obeying adults and respect.  So even though they were put out by these two, both they and we were respectful they because the two old ladies were way their seniors and we because they told us to be.  In our family disrespect was automatic bare butt spanking with a belt and I'm not talking the usual two or three lashes, Dad would land at least ten for disrespect or out and out defiance of any adults' directive. We were taught respect for and obedience to any adult in authority.

Anyway the younger Miss Prichert came over to see Mom.  Had I been home, I would have wondered what we did wrong this time.  Mom apparently invited her in and the two had coffee. She asked Mom about my naked butt.  Mom told her I was in a therapy program designed to build my acceptance of my body and lower my modesty.  She told her I would be nude all summer and that she or her sister could savor my jewels anytime they wanted (I'm sure she didn't put it that way, though).  She also told her Anthony was fair game too.  Miss Prichert was only interested in me though, as I was the only one to get the assignment.  She wanted me for the afternoon of the 7th of June to wait on her party and avail myself to the fondling desires of the elderly women.

Mom didn't feel that was a problem apparently and agreed to send me over there.  As Mom tells it, she mentioned to her that a belt could be used liberally across my bare bottom if she needed to straighten me out.  Not just for the party, but anytime during my childhood.  She gave the old biddies carte blanche with disciplining me.  Mom said Miss Prichert told her that she would prefer to use a cane she picked up when she visited the schools in Great Britain.  She explained it stung and would leave some welts which might last for days as a reminder to the offending boy.  She told her most schools in England administered the cane to little boys and many chose to do it to their bare bottoms.  Girls weren't as likely to get caned but they were spanked.  She also said she agreed with the idea that boys needed harsher punishment than girls, it was in their makeup.  Mom, and I really don't know what she was thinking, told her while I was in her care she could use whatever she felt was best to straighten me out.  Prichert told her that would be the cane.  And Mom let it go at that.

Mom said she would bathe me prior to sending me over.  Miss Prichert said she and her sister would take care of that. She said they wanted to play with my penis and the bath would be a great place to start.  Mom encouraged them to play with any parts they wanted.  She said it would help in the 'therapy'. Prichert told her the party began at three and would go to seven or eight, but she and her sister would need to bathe and train me so I was to be there no later than nine in the morning.  Do the math, six hours of bathing and training?  

I was apprehensive about even going on the lawn at the Pricherts.  As I walked to the front door, the older sister answered.  She immediately beamed and said, "Why Jack so good to see you, all of you."  She opened the screen door and grabbed a strong hold on my dick and pulled me into the house.  I remember it smelled like old people and I found it unpleasant.  All the furniture was the old stuff.  You know the Victorian style.  The drapes were heavy and there were the old time carpets on the hardwood floors.  In the living room there were three card tables set up.  A fourth was in the dining room which adjoined the living room.  Still holding my erect penis, the older lady pulled me along stopping at a chair she sat and began to push on the glans. She tired to stick her pinky finger into the urethra. Pressing harder and harder until I whinced in pain.  I moved my hips in a protective fashion adjusting for comfort and that boney hand slapped my side hard.  

"Stand still," she commanded.  Then she pinched the glans and pulled my penis outward. "Let's see how long we can make this little peepee."  She kept pulling but it wouldn't stretch any further.  Then she squeezed my still boy sized scrotum until the contents were shooting pain thoughout my body.  "Oh, his little balls are so cute."  Then she did the damnest thing, she had me get a little step stool by the fireplace and stand on it.  She made me put my hands on my head and she began licking my scrotum and penis.  It was disgusting. I mean the age of this old lady and she's doing something like that to my dick. In that moment I remembered the not too distant days of "girls have cooties".  Now this ancient saliva was coating my boy parts.  What could I do?  I had to do what she said or pay the consequences, which my Mom said would be caning. Whatever the hell that was.

Her sister came in as she was licking my ball sac.  Seeing what was going on, she said, "Shouldn't we wait until he's bathed? Sister, I'm not sure he's clean."  

The older one then said, "I want the essence of his boyhood, not the essence of Dial soap." And she went back to licking and then sucking.  Needless to say, the sucking brought me to orgasm and both of the old biddies were delighted at my spasms.

The younger sister observed, "Oh, we'll have to show the girls this little performance while they're here.  Madelyn will love it."

I didn't know the first names of either of these ladies. I'm not sure even Mom and Dad did. They were secretive and our family pretty much steered clear of them.  We only knew the "the Old One" and the "the Younger One".  They weren't helping by calling each other "Sister".  It certainly makes telling this story more difficult.

The younger one wanted to begin my bath.  She specifically told her sister she wanted to bury her middle finger up my "luscious bottom".  I knew what was coming.  Thank God my sister and sometimes her friends had engaged in that activity.  I knew I could take it.  Up to the tub we went. It, too, was the Victorian type.  You know free standing with the claw style feet.  The faucet was really small with two ceramic water control handles on either side.  She used a rubber plug to cover the drain as it filled.  Talk about a trip back in time. Grabbing my penis, the older one yanked hard.  She said, "Now, Sister, is going to give you a bath. I'd be a good boy because she is looking for a reason to use her cane on your bottom."  

She was "looking for a reason" lingered in my head.  The old biddie wanted to whip me.  At least at home Mom and Dad didn't look for reasons.  I don't think they enjoyed it. But maybe I was wrong.  Anyway that remark scared me.

The bath began as most do.  Rather than waiting until last though she washed my hair first.  Then she worked the upper torso as I sat in the tub trying to slide on the slippery surface below my bottom.  Then I was told to stand up.  My peter was at full salute.  "Look, Sister, his boy toy is stiff. I think he's enjoying his bath."  She spent a  lot of time washing my penis and scrotum by hand.  Occasionally, she'd slap it with her hand, and I mean hard too, as they watched it recoil side to side.  "Oh, how cute."  

She spread a towel on the floor and said, "Please get out and lie on the towel on your back".  I guessed she forgot her desire to explore my inner regions.  Lying on my back in front of these two probably seventy year old ladies was weird.  "Now pull you legs up toward your shoulders and hold them there with your arms."  Doing so suddenly pointed out how wrong I was, I knew my butt hole was plainly visible in this position and my vulnerability to digital exploration was quite apparent.  "You are to remain in this position until I tell you otherwise, do you understand me?"

"Yes, Ma'am"

She soaped up her finger and began rotating it around my anus.  It helped regain the erection I lost when she was slapping my penis around.  Then she put her finger dead center in the opening of the anus and began to apply pressure.  Having had the workouts from my sister and her friends, my sphincter wasn't nearly as shy as it had been only two weeks before.  Entry was soon allowed and in went the old girl's finger.  She giggled like a school girl with joy.  While she was in there she started flicking my testicles with the index finger of her other hand.  I was hard as a rock.  The older sister noting this began stroking my penis with her hands.  Two boney hands working over the smooth body of a good looking ten year old boy.  They were in heaven. They played with me until I reached orgasm.  They were amused as my body responded to the sudden burst of pleasure.

So far I hadn't done anything to warrant a caning, whatever that was.  I had visions of one of them hitting me with her walking cane.  But suddenly as I lied there with my legs up, anus and genitals exposed, I felt a slap to my backside right near the hole.  I think she thought of it as a love slap, but it sure hurt more than that.  "Okay, Sonny, let's get busy we have a lot of rules to teach you."  Taking me downstairs they sat me on a chair in the living room.  

"First, whenever you sit, but you probably won't be sitting much, your hands are to be on your head and your knees spread wide apart.  Never, ever close those legs.  Got it."

"Yes, Ma'am, I'm not allowed to cover up at home or when I was at school."

"You were nude in school, too?" asked an interested ex teacher with a definitely aroused interest.

"Only once on the playground.  My teacher made me stand naked while the other kids in my class and the other fourth grade got to come by me and play with my penis.  But I had to wear shorts and no underwear and they told me to always have me legs spread apart so they could look up my shorts to see my penis.  Sometimes Mrs. Richardson would reach up there and pull it down so it stuck out the leg of my shorts."

"Tell me, did she rub it?"

"Who, Mrs. Richardson?"

"Yes Sylvia Richardson."  It was obvious they knew my teacher.

"When she came to my desk to help me with my math or something she would rub my legs all over and then reach up there and rub my penis.  Sometimes she'd just twirl this part (show my glans) between her thumb and fingers."

"Did you like that?"

"It felt good, but I was embarrassed.  The other kids would giggle and watch.  I really didn't like letting them see me and I didn't like being touched by everyone.  Now I don't mind it so much."

"You're getting used to it."

"A little bit."

"Another rule.  You must always keep your peepee hard.  All the time you're here.  You may not rub it to make it hard unless we tell you to.  You have to ask a lady to rub it for you.  Is that understood?"

"Yes Ma'am".

"If a lady asks you to rub it yourself, you are to rub until you do that little dance you do where you wiggle and breathe heavy. Understood?"

"You mean an orgasm?"

Looking at her sister, "Kids today are too informed about sex".  The elder nodded in agreement.  Then turning toward me, the younger sister said, "Yes, Jack, an orgasm.  You are to rub it until you have an orgasm."

"When you wait on these ladies, you will touch them with your peepee every time.  You can push it against them as you fill their coffee cup or bring a cookie or such, you may place their hand on it, if you wish.  But as you wait on them you are to make sure your penis is touching them. Another rule, any time one of them wants to play with your boy parts you are to let them."

"Yes, Ma'am.  That's a rule for me for this summer.  My mother and father have said the same thing."

"Good.  We might even be nicer to you this summer if we can play with your little thing," remarked the less dominant older lady.

"If you don't let them touch you, if you don't press your penis against them, if you don't keep it hard or you spill anything, you will be caned as they watch.  Believe me you don't want that."

"Sister is going to watch you like a hawk.  She really wants a piece of your little butt with that cane of hers and she'll find a reason to do it sometime today.  I can guarantee it."  Now that little tidbit scared me.  The younger of the two was out to punish me and it looked like any little thing would trigger it.

I managed to be on my best behavior before the ladies came. The rest of the morning was really constant fondling of my penis and testicles by the older sister as her sibling prepared little finger sandwiches and coffee.  They did take quite a few pictures of me in various poses all showing my genitals.

Then the doorbell rang.  "Jack you must answer the door. You are to say, 'Welcome to the Pricherts', I'm Jack and I'll be your boy toy and waiter today. Feel free to use me at your whim'."  Repeat it.

"Welcome to the Pricherts', I'm Jack and I'll be your waiter, today. Feel free to use me."

"No get it right or it'll be the cane for you.  'I'm Jack and I'll be your boy toy and waiter today.  Feel free to use me at your whim."

I repeated it perfectly and was sent to answer the door. There were two elderly ladies who saw my erect dick.  One turned to the other and said, "Oh Blanche, we must be at the wrong house, sorry little boy."  I then gave the rehearsed greeting, "Welcome to the Pricherts', I'm Jack and I'll be your boy toy and waiter today.  Feel free to use me at your whim."  

"Good Lord, how cute." And in they came.  Seeing the elder said, "Girls you can touch him anywhere and do anything you want to the little 'boy toy'".

"Well I for one would like to examine him thoroughly."  I went to her beckoning hand and she grabbed my erect penis. Cradling it with one hand and patting it with the other. Then the door bell rang again.  I wasn't sure which took precedence and looking at my temporary masters, the younger said, "Blanche he has to get the door, you can play with him all you want later."  

The lady released me and I got the door.  Time and again the bell rang and I answered.  The second to last group of guests included none other than Mrs. Richardson.  She went right to work on my penis even before the lady with her was through the door.

I began to serve the ladies.  Coffee and bring a tray of cookies.  It was kinda hard to figure out how my erect penis could be pushed against them while I held the tray, but I figured it out.  I'd just hold the tray to the side and press my penis against whichever one it was.  Unfortunately, the first time I did it I held the tray to the side and pushed my erect penis into an elderly lady's arm, it startled her and she quickly turned, knocking all the cookies onto the floor.  That was the window the younger Prichert was looking for.

"How clumsy.  How in the world did you spill all those cookies?"

The lady who had been startled said, "Now, Wilma, it was my fault. (so that was her name, Wilma).  I knocked them out of his hands."

"He should have had a better hold on them.  Now, we are going to have a little lesson in international discipline. I have a cane I brought back from England. They use these to discipline little boys who misbehave quite effectively.  I was able to observe a couple of canings in the headmaster's office.  They applied these," she said as she held up a long narrow stick, "to the nude backside of 'naughty' boys."

The group of old biddies listened attentively.  Even the one who sprang to my aide was now enjoying the concept of observing the spanking.  

"Jack, come over here."  I complied for fear of what would happen at home if I didn't.  "I want you to bend over this hassock and spread your knees apart."  I did as told.  Then she reached between my legs and pushed my balls and dick upward to give my bottom a little rise, releasing them and making sure my ball sack and dick were visible to the audience.  "I'm going to give you four welts.  Each time you move I'll add two more."

She then swung the stick (cane) she was holding in a practice swing.  It whistled in the air.  I felt her tapping my ass with the end of the thing.  Then it went back and whistled again ending with the sharpest pain my ass had ever felt.  She crossed both cheeks midway down my buttocks.  The ladies all gasped and "oooo"d   at the spectacle as the red welt rose.  After what seemed an eternity I heard the whistle again and it crossed right where my legs met my cheeks.  I screamed in pain, "Please no more".  

One of the ladies countered, "Yes, more, more."

Again a wait then the whistle and sharp pain. It crossed over the first welt. I was sobbing uncontrollably.  This was worse than any belting my father had given me. Again the whistle, but before I could control it I shifted and it caught my right hip.  Still unbearable pain.

"Young man you just earned two more."  

"No, please no more.  I begged."  I thought about just running home.  Surely my Mom would protect me from this brutality.  She believed in spanking, but I don't think she'd condone this beating.

Wilma grabbed my balls and dick and twisted me back on the hammock.  She adjusted me all the while I was begging for her mercy.  Again, the whistle and the cane left another red stripe across my butt.

The elder Prichert held my head and whispered, "Come on, Jack, just one more you can do it, don't move."  It was strangely comforting.

"Sister, you better move, if I slip you might get hit."

"I think the boy needs comforting, I'll stay right here and hold his head."

The whistle came but the cane didn't cross my buttocks it went right down the crack on my butt, the long way.  It crossed over my anus causing more pain than either of the other five.  My scream could be heard at the park three miles away I'm sure.  Letting me up, I reached during a full cry to comfort my sore ass.

"Don't you touch that butt, young man.  You let it sting. If you touch it, I'll give you more."  I was convinced.

As I tearfully went back to my waiter tasks one old lady took her glass of lemonade and she snuck it around me and rolled the cold glass against my burning ass.  Some of them really were caring.

When I crossed the street after cleaning up, my mother turned me around and said, "Guess, you got out of hand at the Pricherts' huh?  Maybe I'll let them take over the spankings for you boys."  I felt betrayed.

The First Public Outing

"Kids, I think Dad and I will take you to the beach this weekend.  The weather's supposed to be nice.  It might be fun."

Yes, the beach.  That'd be great.  I liked to body surf and hoped the waves were substantial.

Dad came home from work and Mom announced she had booked a room at a motel on the beach for the weekend.  Dad had a rough week and a couple days in the sun and surf sounded good to him.  

Mom put a bag together hurriedly and directed everyone to the car.

"Mom, Anthony and I are naked. Shouldn't we wear something?"

"No.  Just get in the car.  You and your brother are to stay naked all summer, remember?"

"But, there are going to be a lot of people there.  People we don't know."

"Yes, and you and Anthony will be as open and accepting of them as you are the neighbors.  You will be their toys if they want to play.  Now, get in the car."

Dad laughed at my embarrassment.  Patty was just sitting there grinning as she grabbed Anthony's penis.  "Yeah, you guys have to show it all to everyone."

"Mom can I stay at Kenny's instead?"  I could take Margot and Kenny's roving touches better than a beach full of strangers.  Besides, my ass was still sporting remnants of the caning I'd had three days before.  They were faint but visible. I didn't want anyone to see them.

"No, you will get in this car and if I have to say it again, I'm going to borrow Miss Prichets' cane."  That was all it took.  I was in.

As we arrived at the motel Dad pulled up to the portico outside the office.  As he got out Mom said, "Jack go in with your father".

"Why Mom?"

"I want to show you off to the lady at the desk.  And, you just earned a round with the spatula when we get out on the beach."

"You're going to spank me on the beach?"

"Yes, I certainly am.  And, I hope it's crowded."  

My sister was delighted.  She spouted out, "Oh boy, I can't wait to see this. Good thing it wasn't something Anthony could spank you for."  I mean the sadist brat was overwhelmed with anticipatory joy.  A public spanking, could it get any better?

I walked in naked as a jaybird.  The clerk paused and said, "Sir, your son is naked."

"Yes, he and his brother will spend the weekend nude.  I hope that isn't a problem."

"Shouldn't be.  There might be an ordinance, but seems some of our other guests in the past stripped their little one's for the beach.  He's a good looking boy.  Oh, look he's got a woody."

"Yeah he keeps one."

"How sweet.  Honey, if your little woody ever gets to hurting, you come see me I'll rub it for you."

"Would you like to rub it for awhile now?" My father offered with a smattering of pride.

"Dad, ple ."

"You wouldn't mind?"

"No, why don't you play with his penis while we unload our things.  We'll pick him up on the way to the beach.  Oh, and don't be shy about exploring his body, you can probe anywhere."

The lady was in heaven.  She opened the side of the counter and beckoned me in.  Almost immediately grabbing my penis and pinching my glans.  Dad left to unload the car.  This lady sucked my cock until I did my little orgasmic dance. She had a feel of pride.  "There's something special about doing little boys.  They don't shoot a wad (what the hell does that mean) but they are so sweet. Their hairless little sacks and all. I think I'm in love."

"Yeah, well I'm not," was my thought at that remark.

Mom and Dad, Patty and naked little Anthony came into the motel office to get me.

The clerk almost jumped the counter.  "Oh my God, look at that little one.  Honey, before you leave let Sylvia vacuum that little head of yours."  

"Why does she want to vacuum my head?  Is there dirt on it?" he asked brushing his hair with his hand.

"No, Anthony, that's not the head she's talking about."  Dad chuckled with the corrective hint.

"What head?" the inquisitive six year old asked.

Patty grabbed his glans and said, "This head, stupid.  This head."

"Easy Patty, he's just a little boy," retorted Mom, clearly amused at the conversation.

"From where I standing he's only little in height.  His little third leg there is pretty impressive.  Will I see it again?"

"You can see it all weekend.  He's wearing all he's brought."  Dad answered.

"Maybe I could have a little time with both boys before you check out."

"Depends on the service.  I mean here are two 'tips', you earn them."  Dad thought he was clever with his puns.

Out we went.  The beach was crowded and everyone, I mean everyone, else had on a bathing suit.  I went to cover up with my hands as many diverted their attention to the naked boys walking on the sand.  Anthony just let his hang, swinging with each step he took.  Mom said, "That's two spankings.  You don't cover even for a second.  If you do it again, I'm going to let Anthony give you the spanking and you know where that will be."

We put the cooler down and spread out the towel.  Mom then grabbed me by the arm and said, "Bend over the cooler," as she produced the spatula.  It gleamed in the sunlight.  What could I do?  I bent over the cooler and she released a barrage of painful swats with that spatula.  When she had finished, I jumped up crying and shouting about my loss of affection for her.  As I rubbed and danced, a group of people who had watched applauded and whistled in agreement with my mother discipline choice.

Thirty minutes into our beach visit, a man and woman came over to the blanket where I laid sunning spread eagle as my mother had instructed.  "Where in Europe are you from?"

"Oh, we aren't from Europe.  Why did you ask?" inquired my mother.

"Well Europe is the only place we've been where parents aren't afraid to strip their kids publicly.  They are naked at the beach, they are naked in the parks, they play naked in the fountains.  We think it's cute and gives the kids a healthy body sense.  We just assumed you folks were European.  Wouldn't it be great if we lost our Puritanical bullshit beliefs for healthier kids?"

"I must admit I like seeing my boys run naked.  I like watching their bobbing little penises and their shapely little legs and butts.  I'm also glad to share that with others."

"We're the Johnson's.  Our children are grown.  Betty over there is eighteen and she's the youngest.  She plans on Princeton in the Fall."

"Oh how nice.  Jack, I need to put some sunscreen on you."

"Oh allow me," the new found friend took the bottle from Mom.

"Be sure to coat his scrotum and penis well.  They are just beginning to get used to the exposure."

"By all means."

Now here I am, spread eagle.  Hands in the required position behind my head and this strange lady we've known for five minutes is squirting sun block on me and rubbing it in.   My penis swelled and stood straight up.

"Look, Honey, I think Jack, is it?" Mom nodded yes, "I think Jack is gald to see you."

"I was kind of hoping to get it hard before I rubbed it."  

Wait Marcie, let me get the video camera.  This would be great to show our friends."  The man ran back to the blanket and came back with the camera.  Looking toward Mom he asked, "Do you mind?"

"No, not at all, knock yourselves out.  I'm going to join my husband and other two in the water.  Would you mind doing my other little boy too, if I send him up."

"Oh my God no send him up. Thank God for the new cameras. I've got lots of memory left."

"Why not have Betty apply a second coat for posterity.  Go wake her up and see if she'll join the party."  The man left to get his daughter.  The woman didn't touch me while he was gone.  It dawned on me they wanted to film the orgasm she was about to induce.

Anthony dripping from his time in the water came up to the blanket.  

"Hi little guy, what's your name?"  the lady asked

"Anthony.  Mom said you were going to put sunscreen on me."  

"I am.  My name is Mrs. Johnson and my daughter Betty and I are going to make sure you don't burn from the sun.  Mr. Johnson here is going to take a movie of us putting it on you."

Betty, a good looking teen approached the blanket.  "I've been watching these boys.  Secretly I've wanted to caress their little penises.  Aren't the cute, Mom?"

"Yes, they are.  And, it's your lucky day.  Caress away."

Betty helped Anthony down on his back and spread him out for access to his boyhood.  She began rubbing his scrotum and penis immediately.  "I'll just warm you up until we can get some of that sunscreen to put on."  Anthony just smiled and enjoyed the touch.  Quite quickly he went hard.

Mrs. Johnson squirted the cream in her hand and began doing the same to my erect penis and testicles.  Making sure she traced around the ridge between the glans and the shaft with the tip of her index finger.  When she released my dick it slapped down on to my stomach with an audible pop.  Mrs. Johnson just kept smearing the sunscreen on, making sure as she was instructed my penis and scrotum would be well protected.  Making very sure.

Betty was kissing Anthony's dick head.  Giggling, "Isn't this just the cutest thing?  Maybe, I'll become a pediatrician.  Then I can play with these all day."

"And you'd make a good living too," her father added from behind the ever scanning camera.

Her father, the amateur film director remarked,  "Betty, don't just kiss it.  Mom's busy with Jack here.  Take Anthony's and suck on it.  You know suck his balls and things.  Just let yourself go.  Maybe the saliva will protect him until you get the lotion."  Down went Betty. She didn't need any more clearance for the activity and she was eager.  Anthony wiggled in the excitement.  He was grinning from ear to ear as that teen sucked on his little boyhood like there was a tomorrow.  All of a sudden his hips lifted off the towel and his little legs tensed.  His facial expression showed the ecstasy of the moment.  She had really pleasured him.

"Oh, please lady, do that again."

"You liked that did you?"  

Anthony nodded affirmatively.

"Maybe later. Now, I need to rub this on." Taking the bottle and returning it the ladies now shared.

"Dad, did you get that?"

"You bet I did, all of it."

"I'll want a copy to take with me to school."

"Sure, Honey, no problem."

"Jack you need to roll over now."  I complied.  The lady was arousing but gentle.  I hadn't had the throes of orgasm yet and I was sure her work on my penis would have spurred one. She continued on my back, she took a long time doing my calves and thighs.  She kept mumbling, "These little legs, these firm little legs.  They're beautiful."

Again the thought came, "What the hell is it about my legs?" Was it just a master plan to convince me I should feel better about wearing shorts?  Now I was nude and there wasn't any further need.  My thoughts were interrupted as the lady's finger entered my bowels.  I mean there was no warning.  The sphincter didn't repulse the well lubricated digit, it just accepted the intrusion.  I was startled. Mrs. Johnson lightly slapped my cheeks with her other hand and said, "Relax, we don't want any sun to get in here, do we?"

Truth be told.  It felt good.  I just stayed still as she played.  Then it became evident I was now the subject to a close up for Mr. Johnson's camera.  "Roll him on his side now and keep pushing his button while you massage his dick."

She did as instructed and it wasn't long until my orgasmic dance number was in full swing.  Oh God, it felt good.  I could let this stranger do this to me all day.  Why did the guidance counselor feel this was a bad thing to happen?  I couldn't figure it out.  She said this was sex abuse, but I got news for her.  I wasn't feeling abused.  Embarrassed initially but not abused.

Looking up at Anthony, he was getting the very same treatment.  Mr. Johnson was now awaiting the pleasureful writhing of the six year old's body. And bam there it came. Anthony was groaning in pleasure.  Right there on the beach.

Looking around, I don't know how this behavior went unnoticed.  But it did.  Maybe it was that they had put the beach chairs so they would block all but the side view.  I don't know.  But I'm glad they did.  It felt so good to have this lady do that to me and Anthony certainly wasn't objecting.

Then the mother and daughter switched boys.  As they started Dad came up to get a drink.  As he approached the two women acted as though they were just smearing the lotion on.  Dad smiled and said, "You can do what you were doing.  It didn't appear to us they were uncomfortable with it."  The women went back to work penetrating our buts and massaging our dicks.  Dad stayed and watched.

Guess I was wrong.  If he could see it from the water, then lots of people could see it.  Everyone who might have been watching must have enjoyed it too.  A public audience watching anal and penile stimulation and nobody objected. Guess the 'bad' angels supposedly against such behavior were on vacation too.  I'm glad they were.  So was Anthony.

"We're staying here for the weekend," Mrs. Johnson pointed toward the same motel we were in.  

"We are too.  Maybe we can get together for dinner tonight. We'll have to eat in though as the boys are wearing all their allowed to wear this summer and they can't go into restaurants like this."

Betty turned with a big smile, "You mean they're naked all the time?"  

"Yep, all summer and anyone can do to them what you have been doing whenever and as much as they like.  They're what everyone is calling 'boy toys'.  They're here for public amusement."

"We'd love to have dinner.  Maybe we can become Jack and Anthony's permanent sunscreen applicators."

"Why not?  It'd be one less chore for my wife.  She finds it a chore to rub these fine little bodies with sunscreen?"

"She won't mind?"

"No, she can have them whenever she wants them.  She loves to share."

"See you tonight."

That night was relatively uneventful.  Pizzas were delivered and we ate.  We were bathed by Patty and the two Johnson women.  Of course, the anal reaming had to be done by each of them to each of us.  Mr. Johnson filmed the bathing and the reaming.  It was recorded for posterity, and, as it turned out later, the internet.  

Patty and the adults went to the hot tub by the motel pool. Betty asked to take Anthony and me out for a walk down the main drag of the beach town.  I wasn't sure about being naked and walking down a busy street.  People honked and whistled at our naked bodies as Betty prided herself in showing us off.  After awhile Anthony and I ignored it.  We both sported boners thoughout the walk and lots of girls and women knelt down and said, "How cute."  Of course Betty offered, "Go ahead, you can touch them."  Most did.  

The next day Betty and Mrs. Johnson played with our penises for a great deal of the time we were on the beach.  I don't know why we didn't attract more attention as people could see these two grown women playing with little boys' penises and ball sacs.  I guess it was because they had the bottle of sunscreen there and people must have thought they were just "protecting" us from the sun.  No one really stopped. Sometimes couples would walk by and you could hear, "How cute" or "All little boys should be made to swim naked at the beach".

As the summer progressed, I became much more comfortable with my body.  Being naked in public wasn't as embarrassing. People in the neighborhood just referred to us as those two naked boys.  We'd lost our novelty.  Thinking back, all in all, the worst thing that happened to me was the caning Miss Prichert gave me.  Oh, and the fact that my mother was given the cane and I don't doubt if I'm disobedient or defiant she'll stripe me good. But if she does, I probably will have deserved it.

Now I've begun the fifth grade.  I have to wear short shorts to school, but I can wear underwear again.  I think my legs are great and I like the ladies to rub their hands on them. They are brown as they can be now.  This winter I'm sure they'll lose much of that tan, but the cold of the winter will make them pink and I'd bet the ladies will enjoy them that way like they do pink cheeks.

Anthony and I still spend time outside naked.  We don't have to, but we like the feeling of freedom and airiness it gives us.  Yes, we still let Patty and her friends pull on our penises when they want to, but we don't have to anymore.  We let them bathe us some times and stick their fingers up our butts, because it feels neat.  But I think the thrill of it all is gone for Patty. And if Margot ever steals my clothes again, I won't dread the walk home.  Everyone thinks of me as one of those two naked boys and don't stare near as much.

Mom still makes Anthony and me stay naked at the beach she calls it practice time.  She says I have to be nude on the beach until I grow pubic hair.  But, I don't even get a boner until someone plays with it. Maybe I am 'cured'.  I have to say, "I think all little boys should have to be naked at the beach, too."