Swimming Pennsylvania Style Chapter 2
By Sir Cum Sizemore

copyright 2010 by Sir Cum Sizemore, all rights reserved

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Chapter 2

After her initial gasp at seeing me playing with her brother penis Kathleen threatened, "I won't tell, if you let me feel yours." Oh she was in rare form. But, not surprising.

"What if I don't?" Like I was in the position to negotiate.

"I'll tell Mom and Dad any you guys will be in big trouble. Come on take off your pajamas and join Kevin. Look, I can feel his." Kevin hesitated and then approached his sister with a rock hard boner. She reached down and tugged on it. Then she rubbed it and moved his testicles around. "See, he's okay with it. You know he strips for my girl friends whenever I tell him to, don't you, Kev?"

"I know he does. He told me."

"How do I know you won't tell anyway?"

"Well, you could say I felt it and played with it and then I'd be in trouble too. Come on, Jack, just slip of the pajamas and let us have a feel."

Kevin joined the negotiation, "Yeah, she won't hurt you. Just get naked and let us play with it for a little while."

"You promise you won't tell if I let you do this?" I was still hesitant. I didn't, and still don't, trust her.

"Yep, cross my heart."

I reluctantly slipped my rock hard erection out through the fly of the pajamas. Stiff wasn't the word for it. I'll bet you could drive nails with it.

"No, take off the pajamas. I want you naked." Kathleen was insistent. "I want to see that but and your balls too. Let's go everything off."

I slowly removed the cotton flannel garb and tossed it on the chair in the corner of the room. Kathleen slowly approached and grabbed my penis. She pulled it hard and giggled. Then she started fingering the glans and playing with the urethra. "Feels good, huh?"

"No, it's embarrassing."

"Oh, is Jackie boy embarrassed? Oh, that's too bad. Lie down on the bed and spread you legs." Kevin stood beside his sister just watching and then he quickly grabbed my penis and released it. "That was fast Kev. You can hold it for a little while if you want."

"How long are you going to do this to me?"

"As long as I want to."

"What if your mother comes in? I mean, if we do this too long we're going to get caught."

"Kevin stays naked a lot at night. He sleeps nude all summer. He only wears pajamas in the winter. Mom won't notice the difference. We'll just tell her you decided to sleep naked tonight. She won't care about me being in here. I even think she knows my friends and I feel him up all the time, but she won't say for sure. I'd bet she won't care if I'm touching your wiener either. But, we'll take the chance." She clenched my penis with her right hand and started feeling my testicles with her left. "Man your bag is still very tight. How come sometimes they're tight and sometimes they're loose?"

"I don't know. Why don't you ask your parents?" I was being sarcastic.

Who would have thought in one day I'd have been exposed to what seemed like hundreds of people having to swim nude in front of them, and now I was being fondled by my twelve year old cousin and soon to undergo the same from her ten year old brother.

"Hey, Kev you want to touch it?"

"Yeah, I grabbed it in the pool and he got mad at me."

"He won't get mad now. He's ours to play with." The brat rubbed my predicament in.

Kevin grabbed it and played with it. He pulled it and tried to force his little finger down the urethra. It hurt and I objected, but he just pushed harder. His dick straight as a rod and bouncing around as he did.

"Let's have a look at his butt hole, huh, Kev?" Kathleen was brutal.

"Yeah, let's see it."

"Okay, Jack, pull those legs up so we can see it. Be sure to spread them wide." Apparently, the girl was expert at figuring the most erotic poses.

"Can I put my finger in his, like you do in mine?" Kevin asked.

"Sure, go ahead little brother."

I felt the boy's index finger pushing against my anus and it was all I could do not to object. Maybe I was curious, maybe just a little aroused, but I waited to see what the resulting feeling would be. His persistence paid off rather quickly and I felt the digit enter my rectum. While he fingered it, his sister pulled on his still rock hard appendage.

"You know, I hope Kev's gets as big as yours before he gets hair. I think my girl friends will love it. Hey, maybe you could strip for my friends so they could feel your boy thing. What do you think?"

"No, uh," the response was strained because I still have Kevin's index finger up my ass. "Kevin would you stop?"

"I'm not done yet."

"Yes, yes you are..." I said.

"No, let him keep doing it, I like watching him." Kathleen was brutal.

"No, I think this is about all we're going to do. I don't care what you do. Kevin get your finger out. I'm getting dressed again."

Surprisingly Kathleen didn't try to stop me. She just stood there while I put my pajamas back on. Kevin reached for his pajamas and she stopped him.

"No, Kevin you're sleeping naked tonight." She spouted.

For some reason the boy accepted her mandates. To this day I don't know what she had on him. But, what I do remember was him walking throughout the kitchen and living room naked as the day he was born. The only adult commentary came from Aunt Jane when she just said, "Oh, Kevin, are you sleeping naked tonight?"

He just shrugged and said, "Yeah, Kathleen wants me to."

Nothing further was said—not by Aunt Jane or Uncle Robert. After he announced his intention, Ricky shed his pajamas and said, "Me too." He was told to put his pajamas in his room. Then something really interesting occurred. He entered the living room and half begged and half whined, "Kathleen, rub my peepee." Aunt Jane just acted like she didn't hear that. So did Uncle Robert. I was floored. The kid was asking his sister to fondle him and no one questioned the morality of it. Then he repeated his request. And, in an annoyed tone, Uncle Robert shouted, "For God sake, Kathleen rub your brother's dick. I'm trying to watch TV. Ricky if she doesn't want to you need to just shut up and quit the whining."

Kathleen responded, "Come here Ricky and lie down across my lap. I'll rub your peepee for awhile." Though extremely awkward, I got an erection watching her play with her brother's dick right in the open. No one seemed the least concerned. Kevin came over to me and said, "Hey, would your rub mine?"

"No, I don't think so," I was quick to respond. But the truth was I wanted to but felt it was more appropriate to deny him.

"It's okay, Mom and Dad don't care," he tried again.

"You can rub your cousin's penis if you'd like, Jack. You don't have to be shy. Why don't you sleep nude tonight like the boys?" Aunt Jean surprised the hell out of me and at the same time perplexed me. "Go ahead, take off your pajamas. We've all seen your penis. Nothin' new there."

"No thanks, Aunt Jean. I think I'll stay dressed."

"Are you going to rub me or not?" Kevin pushed.

No here's the thing. I was caught fondling the boy by my cousin Kathleen. She said she'd tell her mother if I didn't allow here to feel my hardened rod. Out of fear for consequences from my Aunt, I let her do it. Now, come to find out, no one would have said a thing about it. I mean here I am in the living room with both my Aunt and Uncle are not only ignoring the sex play, but encouraging it.

"It's perfectly normal for kids to explore each other's bodies. So, you can rub him. You can also take off your pajamas and join them. Wouldn't you like yours rubbed?" I didn't know whether Aunt Jean was offering or just suggesting the others would rub it. At any rate, Uncle Robert was getting annoyed again.

Even though I'd actually love someone playing with my penis and testicles, I still had the prudishness of keeping my body from exposure to others. "No, I don't think so."

"Okay, I'll go in our bedroom to watch this. You all can't just shut up so I can hear the damn TV. Jack, why the hell don't you just strip so they leave you alone? I can't take all this back and forth."

He didn't give a shit. He was fine with all the penis play. Go figure.

"Jack come over here," Aunt Jean beckoned me. Obediently, I walked over to her. She gently took hold of either side of my pajamas at my upper thigh. Anticipating a pull down situation, I grabbed the waist. "Just let go of them, Honey." And she pulled them down freeing an erect penis. "Step out of them." For some reason, I guess out of respect for her authority, I did as I was told. "Now, take the shirt off." I did. "Isn't that more comfortable?"

Truly embarrassed at the situation I just said, "Nnnnno."

"Well, you'll get used to it. It'll help get you more comfortable when you go to the pool tomorrow. You'll feel more comfortable about your body. Here," she reached over and gently rubbed my shaft and testicles. "See no hurt. Feels kind of good doesn't it?" The funny thing was there was no hint of sexual interest in her eyes or voice. To this day, I truly think the woman's intention was just trying to comfort me about my body. "Now, you need to stay naked for the rest of the evening and tomorrow morning. Kevin, rub his peepee for him."

"Mooommmm, he needs to do mine."

"He'll do yours after you do his for a little while. Jack go over and lie down in front of the TV and let Kevin rub you for a little while."

Still shy about the whole thing, I tried to beg off. Now, I did enjoy playing with Kevin's but I was always guarded about letting see, much less feel, mine. As I glanced at the couch I saw Kathleen with an "I told you so grin on her face". She'd won this round.

"How about you, Kathleen, why don't you take off your clothes like us?" I tried to call attention to her for the smirk.

"Oh, Kathleen can't do that. She's a young lady and running around bare is for the boys, not the girls. Besides she's getting to an age where it would be inappropriate. You know girls' bodies mature earlier than boys' do. She's earned her modesty both by age and by gender." Aunt Jean to the rescue. She then picked up my pajamas and left the room with them. As she left, Ricky screamed in pain with a grimace that seemed like a hybrid smile.

"Hey, Kathleen that hurt. Don't squeeze me there anymore." It was evident she'd pinched his balls.

"You aren't going to rub mine," I retorted. "And, when we were in the bedroom, you tricked me. You knew your parents could care less if Kevin and I were playing around. Didn't you?"

"Hey, it worked didn't it? I got to see and feel it. Didn't I?"

"Yeah, but I didn't have to let you."

"Mom would have made you sooner or later anyway."

"No she wouldn't."

"Look you're naked as a jaybird. You didn't want to be. She made you. She can make you do whatever she wants."

Aunt Jean reentered the room, "What are you two talking about?"

I said, "Nothing."

Kathleen said, "We were talking about me getting to feel his boy parts and stuff. He said I couldn't and I said I could if you said so."

"Oh."

"Well can I?"

"Can you what?" She picked up a magazine.

"Can I play with his peepee and stuff?"

"I guess so. Would that be all right with you, Jack?" Aunt Jane looked toward me.

"I'd rather not."

Then the barrage, "You know there's nothing wrong with your body. You're just a little boy. Your mother is concerned over your timidity about being naked. It's not healthy for a boy your age to hide such a lovely body. Be proud. You know for years everyone has commented on those little boy legs of yours. They are beautiful. And who would have thought that peepee of yours would have blossomed into such a specimen. Quit being so shy." Then the ultimate in humbling remarks, "Kathleen, you may rub his penis when you finish with Ricky. Ricky you can rub your brother's. Too bad the baby is sleeping, he'd love a rub too."

"Just make him stay naked tomorrow and we'll all take a turn with him," Kathleen insisted. "He can go to the pool naked. After all the other boys are all nude."

"I guess so." Aunt Jean seemed harried as she began reading the magazine.

Then Kathleen swatted Ricky's penis and it bounced. He giggled. "Okay, Ricky, now I have to do Jack's."

She pushed him off her lap and came down on the floor next to me where Kevin had been playing with mine. "Okay, Kev, let Ricky do yours, I'll do Jack's". I grabbed my crotch to protect it from her touch.

"Mooommm. Look at him. He won't let me rub it. He's soooo shy."

"Jack put your hands down and let her rub it."

I relented and Kathleen played with a passion. There were a few times my hips left the floor as a dry orgasm was triggered. The action drew attention from the younger boys who giggled each time I lurched upward. Ricky asked, "Hey, why are you doing that?"

"I guess so." I did like it, but I wasn't going to let her capitalize on it. I was also embarrassed to admit it.

"Tomorrow I'll get to tell Polly all about this. I think she would love to feel yours, Jack."

Aunt Jean jumped on that, "Well, he might not want Polly to touch it."

"But, you made him let me touch it. Why not Polly?"

"Polly isn't in the family and her mother may not appreciate it. You are in the family and family should have no secrets when it comes to little boys' bodies."

"Polly gets to feel her brother's. Remember Mrs. Rankin told us that."

"Yeah, but the key word there was 'brother'. It helps the boy get ready for manhood to have her play with his penis."

The next morning, we strayed up to breakfast still nude. After eating Aunt Jane instructed us to get dressed so we could get to the pool. The boys had the morning session on Fridays. Yep, I did try my protest though it was much less forceful than the previous afternoon. I was pretty certain any request to be excluded from the activity would land on deaf ears. I was right. So, we arrived at the school and trudged through three inches of new snow on the way to the newly shoveled and salted sidewalk leading to the doors that opened to the hallway just outside the pool. I could hear the laughter and giggles of boys romping, jumping, diving and swimming all the way out into the hallway. To this day I am amazed at their lack of self-consciousness about romping, penises swaying, before an audience that included girls their own ages. I'm sure there were girls watching that were in the same classes as the boys they were watching. Makes you wonder how many times these girls compared notes about what they saw with other girls who didn't have the opportunity to watch.

Anyway, on this particular day I was lucky enough to have two boys who were either my age or a little older swimming. One boy had the wisp of fine pubic hair of early adolescence. He, like I was the day before, spent a great deal of time "hugging" the side of the pool. I suspect to prevent the voyeurism which most certainly was happening. The lady with the camera wasn't there. I was sure she'd be back today, and, if so I'd bet he would be a prime target for her compositions as I was the day before.

After getting our locks from a girl who might have been sixteen, my cousins and I went to the locker room, stripped and secured our belongings . I was surprised to see the boys enter the shower and rinse off. "Hey, what's with the shower?"

"You're supposed to take a shower before you go to the pool," Kevin instructed. "If you don't and a lifeguard finds out he or she will paddle you right in front of everyone."

"I didn't take a shower yesterday."

"Yeah, but Mom was with you and they knew she'd paddled you anyway. Don't believe me. If you get your ass busted it's your own fault."

I showered. At least as much as they had getting myself wet for the appearance of having done so.

I did get the opportunity to hug the wall next to the boy with the pubic hair. "Hi."

"Hi." He was kind of pissed in his response.

"Kinda weird isn't it?"

"What?"

"Having to swim naked like this and having all those girls watching us." I explained.

"Yeah, my Mom loves to show off my stuff to everyone. Now that I have hair she's wild about making me show myself."

"I'm here with my aunt and cousins. I've never had to do this before and I'm not too fond of it either. I think my aunt likes showing me off too."

"You know it really does piss me off." His voice changed to a cross between whiny and authoritarian, "Oh, since you've gotten some hair, your peepee is bigger, and your little bag is bigger you are so handsome. You should be proud to show off your boy parts. Little boys shouldn't..."

I finished, "be so modest."

We both laughed a bit.

"She makes me walk around naked in front of her friends too. I get a boner and then she yells at me about being 'hard' in front of them. What the hell does she expect? I mean I can't help it. It gets hard when I have to show it to a bunch of women or girls. How about you?"

"Yeah, mine too. See that girl up there?" I pointed at Kathleen.

"Yeah."

"Well, she's my cousin too. Last night I had to let her feel my thing. My cousins the boys at least, like to run around naked at home and she and her friends get to play with them. And, I do mean play with them. My aunt doesn't mind a bit. She made me stay naked last night and you know my Uncle didn't say a thing. He just got pissed we made so much noise so he went to his bedroom to watch TV. Weird, man, that's all I can say. Just plain weird."

Then he asked, "What's your name?"

"Jack"

"I'm Cliff—Cliff Johnson." Then he shrugged and said, "Guess it's time to show my things or Mom will get after me and embarrass me more. Every now and then I go up the ladder and dive off the board just to amuse her. If I cover my package she yells from the bleachers, 'Oh look who's shy about being seen'. Then everyone looks toward me. Guess I'll go now before she starts calling out." He swam with a slow breast stroke to the ladder about ten feet away. As he climbed up the ladder a bright flash caught my attention. She was back—the lady with the camera. She flashed a few more of Cliff as he mounted the diving board. She actually got off the bleachers and came in for a frontal close up. I couldn't believe it.

Cliff dove off the board and swam back over my way. "There that'll keep her happy and old lady Mitchell got what she wanted too."

"Who's 'Old Lady Mitchell'?"

"The one with the camera. Her kid is that little seven year old over there." He pointed toward the shallow end. "She likes to take pictures for a hobby. Last year she had a exhibit at the public library and most of the pictures were of boys swimming here at the school. I mean they were shot of boys' backsides and front sides and in between. Word is she's been asked to do another this year at the civic center. She got you yet?"

"I don't know?"

At that point we were joined by another boy who was close to our age. He was not as developed as Cliff—no hair—but, like me, was notably older than the bulk of the other boys.

"Hey, Cliff. What you guys talking about?"

"Joey, this is Jack. He's visiting from?"

"New Hampshire"

"Yeah, New Hampshire. He's never had to swim naked like this before."

"Well, I have to at scout camp, but that's only other boys, no girls or mothers watching us."

"I was telling him about Old Lady Mitchell. How she likes to take pictures of boys dicks and things."

"Oh, yeah, I'm twelve and two years ago my mom made me go to her house for a 'photo session'. She gave me a pair of skimpy shorts to wear and I wasn't allowed to wear underwear. She made me sit and lie down in all these different positions and my dick was showing in most of them. Then she told me to lose the shorts and took I'll be a hundred pictures of me naked. I had to pose out in her yard, in the studio, in her car. And a whole lot of posing with her naked kid over there. Then my mom gave her permission to show or sell the pictures of me to help with her 'career'. God only knows where the pictures are, but some of them were on display in the library last year."

"I remember seeeeinnnnng you at the library." Cliff teased. "Jack's got a pretty long one. No hair, but long so I told him she'd be taking shots of him when he gets out of the pool."

"Doesn't anyone complain about her taking pictures of naked kids? I mean without permission or something?" I was really intrigued.

I pointed toward Jane. "You know Jane Gillette and Kathleen and all?"

"She's my aunt."

"Oh, shoot, Kathleen will pull your dick off if she gets a chance. She and I go to school together and she talks about my dick with her friends all the time."

"What's she say?" I asked.

"Mine isn't like most of the others. I think there's probably only one other kid who comes here who isn't circumcised. So, I'm the target of a lot of jokes in the locker room at school, but now even by the girls. She and that Polly Rankin fill them in. Not that they have to, all the other kids would have to do is to have gone to the library thing and they would have seen it."

"Man, I'd hate that. Being on display like that." Cliff complained.

"Yeah, well you may be this year. She took pictures of you when you got out of the pool and did that dive. You mean you didn't notice that?" I reported.

"Shit. I wasn't paying any attention."

"Well, she did."

Joey joined in, "You'll be there. I'd bet on it. I mean geeezzz Cliff you got hair."

Mrs. Rankin arrived and sat next to my Aunt Jane and another lady. Polly and Kathleen immediately began chatting as my youngest cousin sat on the bleachers eating Goldfish crackers from a plastic bag. Unlike Kathleen's request to make him come naked, she was overruled by Jane because it was too cold outside. The whole situation with the boy nudity was surreal. It was just real strange, but funny, my new found friends were making me realize my take wasn't so off base. They didn't like the naked thing either, but their mothers made them do it.

"Jack come up here for a minute," Aunt Jane yelled.

"Now you've had it. Bet you five bucks Old Lady Mitchell takes your picture when you go over there. Just watch." Cliff chided.

I swam to the ladder and climbed out. As predicted eye blinding flashes began to occur. She just kept taking pictures as I walked toward Aunt Jane. She walked backwards in front of me just clicking away. I could feel an erection forming as my penis sprung to life. I was tempted to cover, but Cliff had been brave about it.

"Why are you just hanging around the side of the pool? Why aren't you swimming?" She asked.

"I'm talking to Cliff and Joey. You know, new friends."

"Hey. Stop." I ordered.

"Don't tell me to stop. I'll slap it if I want too," she turned to her friend Polly and said, "See?"

"Leave him alone, young lady." Aunt Jane corrected her much to my relief.

"You can go back to your friends. I was just concerned you weren't swimming."

As I turned I was momentarily interrupted by Kathleen. "Tell Cliff to come over here. We want to see his thing. It's kind of weird looking."

Polly added, "Yeah and now he's got some hair around it."

"Yeah, right, I'll ask him. Fat chance," I hollered as I tried to ran to the edge of the pool and dove in to rejoin my two new buddies. The whole way my erect penis bounced side to side and Mrs. Mitchell kept clicking away. When I surfaced I heard a whistle and the high pitch of a feminine voice yell, "You, out of the pool now!" I turned toward the yelling lifeguard. It was a girl who must have been all of seventeen pointing at me.

"Who, me?" I pointed at my chest .

"Yes, you. Who do you think I'm talking to?"

I went over to the side and pushed up on the wall. As I got out I became aware that every eye was on me. No one was swimming. No one was talking in the bleachers. Nobody was moving except me. I walked over toward the girl who had retrieved a paddle off her chair. As I approached her, partly because of her gender and partly because of her age, I sheltered my still hard penis from sight. When we were face to face, she hollered, "Put your hands down and look at me."

I did as I was ordered but the condition of my erection was on my mind as it was prominently displayed.

"What's the rule about running on the pool deck?"

"I don't know, I'm not from around here."

"What's the rule about running on the pool deck from anywhere? I mean it's a universal rule." She pointed to a large sign on the wall. There, printed clearly, were the words: "No running on the pool deck."

"What's the rule about diving from the side of the pool instead of the board?"

"I'm sorry I just didn't know the rules."

"Too bad, 'cause I've got something here to help you remember to brush up on them." I couldn't believe this kid not much more than six years my senior was in such a position of authority. "Come over here." She led me to the bleachers. The whole place was silent. Some of the women and the other kids in the bleachers were covering their excitement about the coming entertainment. "Bend over and grab the bleacher with both hands." I knew what was coming, but that didn't lessen the hurt when the entire room echoed with the bang of the first blow to my bare backside. Whhhhaaaammmmm, the next one hit and again echoed. The sound was mixed with the "ooooooohhhhhh's", "oooooooo's", and giggles of the hundred or so on lookers. Whaaaapppppp, again the paddle snapped as it hit my wet, bare butt. I couldn't stop tearing. Again, the board contacted my ass. My face was red and the tears were dripping off my cheeks. "Now, remember the lesson for the future. No running on the pool deck and no diving from the sides. Got it?" I turned my reddened backside toward the crowd and faced my punisher with a red face and tears still flowing. "I asked you a question."

"Yes. I got it!" I defiantly replied.

She returned to her perch and the pool slowly came back to life. As I returned to the water to hide my embarrassment, I glanced toward my Aunt. She was just sitting there grinning at me as if to say, "You deserved that."

When I returned to the boys, Cliff was quick to try to defuse the embarrassment. "I told you Mitchell would take pictures of you. She took pictured during the paddling and everything." Then in an attempt a comic relief, Cliff giggled. "You know your dick bounces around when you're being paddled. Man it really giggled with each swat."

Then Joey started laughing and said, "Yeah, boing, boing..." he wiggled his index finger side to side to imitate the movement. I broke a smile through my reddened eyes.

After a momentary interlude he followed up with Cliff's remarks, "Yeah, you're going to be in one of Mrs. Mitchell's 'shows'. Count on it! Probably with boing, boing..." he redid the wiggle thing looking for as an encore.

"I don't care. No one knows me. I'm not from around here."