Swimming Pennsylvania Style Chapter 3
By Sir Cum Sizemore

copyright 2010 by Sir Cum Sizemore, all rights reserved

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Chapter 3

"You know, Mom will probably take a belt to your bare butt when we get home." Kathleen whispered to me after I'd gotten dressed to leave the pool.

"What???"

"Mom and Dad are big on, 'If you get punished at school, you get another one when you get home.'"

"But that was a kid. She wasn't a teacher. I mean it isn't even school time." I tried to reason.

"Yeah, but Kevin got his butt busted good for disobeying one of the lifeguards. I'll bet Dad or Mom will whip you with the belt for this. You'll see. But even if she doesn't, Mom and Mrs. Rankin were talking about making you boys go out and play in the snow naked. She said boys in Finland and Russia sit naked in a hot room I think she called it a sauna or something like that and after they get all hot and sweaty they have to go outside and roll in the snow. Yikes, I'll bet that's cold. Anyway, Mom says it's a wonder they don't get sick. Mrs. Rankin told her they never get sick, but she bets their balls and 'tally wackers' shrink. She said it helps keep the boys healthy. Mrs. Rankin wants to make you, Ricky and Kevin come over to her house naked and she will make you and Joey (not to be confused with my new friend Joey), go outside and roll around in the snow for an hour or so. Both of them said they like seeing you boys naked. They think your little peepees and sacks are cute. Mrs. Rankin really likes your boy things, too. She asked Mrs. Mitchell to send her pictures of you."

I know she said that last part just to get a rise out of me. Though the thought of the mothers doing that to us was embarrassing and played on my mind, I wasn't going to give Kathleen or Polly the satisfaction of knowing that. Then she continued, "Polly told her mother she likes looking at them too. She told both of them, if she was your mother, she'd make you stay naked all the time."

"Yeah, well she's not. So why don't you just go shut the hell up, Kathleen. I'm tired of you talking like that and I'm tired of you lying and I'm really tired of you touching my penis. How's that? Huh?" I couldn't help it. It'd been building for a long time and it finally broke as the brat passively threatened me by reporting the possibility of forced nudity.

"If they do make you boys stay naked, I'll make sure Polly and I get to play with your dicks and asses. You can count on it, Jack. You just wait and see." She walked away pissed.

When we got home, Aunt Jane was in the kitchen and the phone rang. All I could hear was, "Oh, how deep? Mmmmmhhhuummm." A pause, "No, no he's no problem and we can do that." Again a pause, "He even is getting used to being naked at the pool. A little too public for him, but he's adapting." Then I knew it was my mother or father on the other end of the line, "Do you want to talk to him?" She turned in my direction and handed me the phone.

"Hi, it's Mom."

"Oh, hi, Mom."

"Having a good time with your cousins?"

"Kind of."

"Well, Honey, we won't be able to come and pick you up anytime soon. We just had a Northeaster and it dumped twelve inches of snow. So Dad and I aren't going to be able to get you until the week after next. I know you probably were looking forward to coming home, but it's almost impossible at this point. Don't worry though, the schools will be closed for a week. They're predicting more snow over the next few days. You just have fun. Okay?"

"Yeah," I'm sure she could hear the disappointment in my voice.

"Yeah, well, I don't like it."

"How many times have I told you, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You look just like other little boys and most people have seen penises before. Yours is really nice and so are those legs of yours. Be proud. Remember, we love you. Let me talk to Aunt Jane again."

"Hi, I'm back..." A pause and some um,hum's and then. "Well today one of the lifeguards lit up his bare ass with a paddle for running on the pool deck and diving in from the side of the pool." God, why'd she have to tell my mother that? "No, I think we'll just talk about it this time. Next time one of us will whip him soundly with a belt." A brief pause and then, "Okay, well keep us posted on the storms. Talk to you later."

After the phone call we ate supper. So far, so good. But, then, "Okay, Kathleen you need to help me clean up the kitchen. Kevin, you and Jack take your little brother and get a bath. Make sure you wash your brother's backside well. He's starting to get a rash."

"You know Aunt Jane, it'll be a little crowded with three of us in the tub. Maybe, I should just wait."

"I don't like to be naked, Aunt Jane. I mean it's okay for them they like it, but I'm not used to it." I begged for exception.

"No, and you won't get used to it until you've done it a few times. Now, go get your bath and report to the living room naked. Go on, now." She ushered us off with a flip of her inverted hand. Kathleen just stood at the kitchen sink with a shit eating grin on her face.

The evening turned out much like the last with my genitals being fondled by anyone and everyone. This time though, Uncle Robert just lay there on the couch watching the television. It still seems funny how this guy could completely ignore five naked boys, with boners, being fondled by their sister and each other and not say something. But, he didn't. Guess it was the philosophy of the period—women called the shots for kids and fathers worked, came home and crashed on the couch. Anyway, that's how it came down.

The next morning was another surprise. Aunt Jane, while feeding five naked boys and a fully dressed daughter let another bomb drop. I can't say it was unexpected, but, "Boys, we're not going to the pool today. Instead Mrs. Rankin, Polly and Joey are coming here for the afternoon. You boys and Joey are going to spend some time playing in the snow naked. It's supposed to be healthy."

Ricky was first to respond, "It's cold outside. And, we're naked?"

"Yes, Ricky. I want to see if what Mrs. Rankin said is true."

"What did she say?" Bobby asked.

"She said cold air on naked boys' skin calms them down. And I want to see if that's true. God knows, I need all the help I can get."

"My Mom says I have to wear coats and stuff or I'll catch a cold," I lamely tried to convince her otherwise.

"Well, she and I discussed this and she's interested in the outcome."

"So after you eat, you won't need to get dressed. The four or you, Jack, Kevin, Ricky and Bobby will stay naked until the Rankins come. Kathleen take the baby and get him dressed."

As my female cousin left the table with her brother Billy in tow she slapped me sarcastically on the shoulder. My aunt had returned to the sink and Kathleen whispered, "Polly and I are going to have a real treat. Keep it up, if you know what I mean." And then she disappeared with the baby in tow.

I couldn't stand that girl. She saw everything as a contest. I wasn't sure if it was girls against boys or just Kathleen against me, but it was real.

At about ten thirty the Rankins arrived. Kathleen was sitting on the floor stroking Kevin's penis when there was a knock on the front door. I was lying prone to protect my boyhood at the expense of my bare ass shot watching television. When the door opened in came the Rankins. Polly was quick to shed her coat and park her ass right next to me. She actually began stroking my ass cheeks. Didn't ask, just started doing it. Mrs. Rankin instructed her son to strip and leave his clothes on the kitchen table. He complied without hesitation probably because the rest of us were already nude.

It wasn't fifteen minutes later that Aunt Jane came in and said, "Okay, boys if you want to put on some shoes fine, but you're going out. We want you to build a snow fort or a snowman. Just get outside and play".

I chose to wear shoes and socks. I believe, because I did the others did as well. It was kind of strange in that my cousins were all excited and giggling, and I was not at all excited about this. As we stood there and waited to be ushered out the front door, Polly fully insulated with heavy coat and scarf, reached down and grabbed my penis and smiled at me as she tightened her hold. I brushed her hand away as best I could and mumbled leave me alone. She just returned a sheepish grin as if to say, "I can do what I want."

Aunt Jane opened the storm door to the front yard. I mean the FRONT yard. Not the back, not the side, but yard that faced the road, which was not more than sixty or seventy feet away from the house. "Out you go." She lightly slapped each bare bottom as it passed her, even Joey's. She was so proud. Both she and Mrs. Rankin were like Mitchell that day. Plenty of pictures were taken of the nude boys in the snow. If the shots weren't frontal enough, they'd call us and say 'turn this way.' One photo op I remember was when we were instructed to line up in front of a snow fort and put our arms over each other's shoulders, and 'smile' as the shutters recorded the visuals recorded for that day. All I can say is your penis and testicles retreated into the warmth of your body so much it looks like a button popping out of your groin. Not to worry, Polly and Kathleen got to help 'warm them up' when we finally came in.

While we were out there, Kevin had the bright idea to 'freeze your balls'. He suggested I lie down in the snow and allow him to pack my genitals in a compress of compacted snow. I wasn't too keen on the idea but it would at least hide my stuff from the eyes of passing motorists. I let him do it. At first it wasn't bad, but then it started getting colder. I could feel my testicles retract into my pubic area tightly. It wasn't long until my better than average length shaft had shrunk leaving my now purplish glans a button sitting atop my tightened scrotal mound.

Then there was the contest of writing our names in the snow. I believe my father (and more than likely Uncle Robert) would have found that one humorous. At any rate that was fine for the first piss. Then the girls asked to let them write with it. Mrs. Rankin thought that was really a comical idea and we were told not to urinate without letting Polly or Kathleen try their hand at writing with them. Polly got to do mine and I didn't like it. She wiggled it all around and got frustrated when as she put it, "It won't do what I want." In frustration, she popped me in the balls after her lack of success.

Now, for those who haven't spent time running around naked in the snow in sub freezing temperatures, initially it is very cold, but you acclimate. You go through a period of not noticing so much, but then the coldness returns. It is, if nothing else, invigorating. If you stop moving you shiver.

While we were out there, there wasn't a lot of traffic passing the scene. But, those who did either stopped and watched or stopped and talked to Aunt Jane and Mrs. Rankin. The passersby found it more amusing that audiences of today would. Boy nudity wasn't obscene or pornographic back then. It was, for lack of better descriptors termed "cute" by most adults.

After we went back inside, Polly was given access to my penis by Aunt Jane. She thoroughly enjoyed playing with it. I must admit initially it felt good to have her arouse the sleeping worm, but then it became annoying. But what are you going to do? You're told to allow her to 'warm you up' and if you don't your Aunt will warm you up in another way. Mrs. Rankin "warmed" it too. "Oh you poor little thing, are you freezing?"

"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" she asked as she vigorously rubbed my crotch.

I was still cold and very aware of the groin action when I replied, "Nnnnnnooooooo, but it was cold".

Kathleen was working Joey. Again, knowing her as I did and still do, it was fresh meat, unexplored territory. He didn't disappoint with her handy work and the warmth of the living room, though his scrotum was still peach like in appearance, his penis was soon stiff as a board (like I should talk).

All was going embarrassingly okay while Mrs. Rankin stroked me. I was very self-conscious, but it really did feel good. Then she suggested something I would mind doing, but I would have preferred the option of privacy. "Why don't you go over and rub Joey's peepee for a little while?"

Joey was a good looking kid and his rock hard appendage was interesting enough, but there wasn't any erotic intrigue about doing something that was taboo when his mother was actually encouraging the act. "Ah, I don't thin..."

"Oh, don't argue now. Go over and warm him up." She pushed.

"I'll do it for him." Ricky was always looking to please.

Joey wasn't too keen on the idea either. "It's okay Mom. I don't need anyone to rub it."

"Oh nonsense. You let Jack rub it for you for a little while." She pushed my bare shoulder toward her son.

Not seeing any alternative I approached the boy and hoped he would push the issue until it was dropped. He didn't. He lay on his back on the living room carpet and spread his legs. I couldn't help but notice his sister nudging Kathleen and pointing over toward us. They both were visually locked on both of our stiff appendages anticipating my contact to the ten year old phallus. Mrs. Ranking and Aunt Jane were also anticipating the activity.

"Go ahead, Jack. He'll feel better." Aunt Jane remarked.

"I think he feels fine right now, don't you Joey?" I balked.

"Yeah. I feel fine."

"Do it anyway. Joey you just lie back down and let him warm you." Mrs. Rankin boomed. It was apparent she was losing patience with my stalling.

I reached over and felt his penis which was equivalent to feeling a warm, soft surfaced, 3/4 inch dowel rod. His circumcision was clean and the cleft separating the head from the shaft was well pronounced. It wasn't unpleasant to do. But what was unpleasant was all the observers staring at me with tight smiles. I remember Joey's hips jumping upward off the floor on at least two occasions during my required stimulation. It wasn't until I was older I understood the kid wasn't trying to get comfortable, he was having dry orgasms. Oh, and Rankin, unless she died, still possesses photos of naked me methodically rubbing her son's pole. But that's okay. She has one or two of Kathleen and/or Polly literally yanking on it too. I'm sure that's a topic of discussion when they pull out the family album on Thanksgiving.

It was Joey, and that occasion, where I first spun a penis. About fifteen minutes into the "massage", Joey asked me to 'spin' it. I had no idea what in the hell he was asking. His sister, Polly, came over and said, "Here let me show you what he wants you to do". She placed his penis between her palms and began rubbing them back and forth with the boy's glans and shaft alternately spinning left and right between them. Kind of like starting an old time top, only it didn't go anywhere. "Like that."

"It's not hard. Here watch, like this." She did it again. I'm just surprised the friction didn't make it uncomfortable, but the kid was definitely enjoying the sensation. "Now, you do it to him."

"That's okay. I'm done."

"No, you're not. Do what Polly just showed you." Aunt Jane spoke firmly.

I did it. He was blankly staring at the ceiling during the entire process. It was evident he liked it.

Aunt Jane then demanded, "Now, let Polly do it to you."

"That's okay."

"If I hear anymore insolence from you, I'm getting one of Uncle Robert's belts. Lie down and let Polly do that to you."

Polly was eager. She was in position and just waiting as she knelt next to me. I slowly left the cross legged position I was sitting in to recline in front of this girl I hardly knew. After I was down, she took my feet and pushed them up toward my groin, joining the soles of both feet. I don't think I'd ever felt so vulnerable. She reached down and grabbed my five inch boner and began rotating it between her palms. It wasn't hot, but it sure was pleasant. Who knew? Well, I guess Joey knew. It still was disconcerting to be made to allow this relatively strange girl to play with my penis. (Oh, and I think there might be a photo of that somewhere as well). After five or ten minutes, Kathleen was begging to be allowed to do it to me. It was like tag team wrestling. I must admit Kathleen was not as skilled as her friend, but soon became so. I had dry orgasms as well during that sequence.

Uncle Robert came home as the Rankins were leaving. Joey was just putting on his shirt. We, the boys and I, were told to stay naked the rest of the night. Kathleen filled her father in on the special time we had playing in the snow. No one told him about 'spinning it', though Aunt Jane would tell my mother during the next phone call.

During the week and a half that followed, I was to join the boys at the public pool almost daily. The truth of the matter was, I think I did begin getting used to it. I was made, almost daily, to join my male cousins in abject nudity every night, all night. Kathleen and some of her friends would get to know me rather intimately. After playing with the "toys" in Kathleen's toy box, they usually wanted to spend the night (I wonder why). There were two evenings I got my bare ass whipped by Aunt Jane using one of Uncle Robert's belts and Kathleen and friends got to watch. Not only did that hurt, it was more embarrassing than simple nakedness or even the fondling. I can't say I didn't deserve the punishment, but I cried in front of those girls.

On at least six or seven occasions we were sent outside nude to play in the snow. I think Aunt Jane liked displaying us to the even larger public. But, we were generally calmer when we came in from such activities. When my parents came to pick me up, they were surprisingly gratified at what went on. Anyway, that's how it all came down on the "eve" of my twelfth birthday.

EPILOGUE

I have been asked to delineate the true parts of this story from the fiction. First, the true part of this story takes place in the 1960's. Two months prior to my twelfth birthday, I was visiting my Aunt and Uncle and cousins during winter break. I was taken to a pool, at a public school, which was opened during breaks and in summers to the children in the community. Boys and girls swam at different times. Boys did have to swim nude (I'm not sure about the girls but as I recall they were allowed suits). The explanation given was to keep threads and other trash out of the filters (lame as that, still, sounds). Mothers, fathers, and siblings of both genders were permitted to sit in the bleachers and watch, or, as in the case I described, were allowed to enter the locker rooms as they wished. Older girls appeared to have limited access. As I remember it, those over eight or nine years old, were accompanied by their mothers, grandmothers or fathers when they came into the boys' locker room. They weren't allowed unaccompanied access, or it didn't appear they were.

During my preteen years, I was shy about being exposed, especially in front of members of the opposite sex and strangers of all genders and ages. When I wore short pants or went swimming, women were very complimentary to my mother about my appearance and specifically my legs from an early age. The remarks were often within earshot from me, and I think that may have made me even more modest. Ironically, I wasn't too keen on wearing shorts because of the embarrassment of the adult female compliments. My mother tried to encourage me to wear short shorts during summers and to loosen up with the modesty. I balked, but would eventually be made to wear them. The longest pair of shorts I owned covered only half of my upper leg.

My mother tried hard to get me to change in the open when we went to the beach. ("Everyone has seen little boys naked. Just take off your clothes and put on your suit. No one will notice.") She and my Aunt often offered to hold a towel or blanket up for me to change. ("Oh, for heaven's sake, here, I'll hold this up so no one SEES you.") But, I always retreated to the car and covered myself with a towel while changing in the backseat. My younger brothers just stripped on the beach and changed into their suits.

We did swim nude at Boy Scout camp all the time. I wasn't too keen on that, but, hey, what are you going to do? Besides, my father saw doing this as a true statement of masculinity. He kind saw it as a male bonding activity for boys. No one that I know of was the least bit interested or aroused by it when we did. That's not to say there wasn't some curiosity and exploration that went on in the tents at night.

At the pool, I did get my ass busted in the locker room after being forced to strip naked by my Aunt. She did paddle me in front of two younger kids who did enjoy the sight. I did hug the side of the pool most of the afternoon trying to limit visual examination of my genitalia by the mostly female audience. My close-in-age female cousin did sit in the bleachers with a friend and they talked, laughed, and pointed at boys, especially those with woodies. My Aunt did make me, what amounted to, stand inspection in front of some of the other mothers as she introduced me ("Oh, put your hands down. These are all mothers. They've all seen naked boys before.") One of mothers did take pictures of the boys, including me, as we swam and walked the pool deck. And, I know for a fact some of those photos still exist. But, none of the women really handled the goods. They just admired us visually.

I did get paddled by a young female lifeguard for running on the pool deck and diving from the side. It was in the pool area, it did echo off the ceramic walls, and there were snickers from the audience. My cousin, the girl, still teases me at family gatherings about this as well.

And, yes, to this day both my Aunt and mother have photos of me (and my cousins) nude at the pool during that visit. Most were taken as I stood against the ceramic background with my penis both erect and flaccid. There are one or two with me naked and my cousin Kathleen standing, fully clothed beside me, smiling like it was a visit to the photo studio. I must admit, in that one, my expression wasn't too distressed. It was almost as if I'd surrendered.

When I was eleven I was caught by my close-in-age female cousin during exploratory body comparisons with her ten year old brother, and she did make me expose myself to her as a condition for not telling. Out of fear of punishment, after trying other negotiations, I eventually did end up having to completely strip for her and she did cop a rather extended feel of my rock hard penis. At family gatherings she still teases me about that.

It did turn out my Aunt (and Uncle by default) allowed, and, on that occasion, in my case required, nudity from the boys in the family after baths. ("Go in the living room and watch TV and I'll round up some pajamas." The 'round up' took an hour or so.) Two of my boy cousins did prefer to sleep nude and were allowed the privilege. So my female cousins (there was a pre-school age girl as well, who could have cared less about naked boys) were treated to the sight those evenings. I was the "fresh meat". To this day, I believe my Aunt had assured my mother she would help disarm my over modesty during my visit.

As a kid, I did on one or two occasions roll around naked in the snow. In neither case was it required by or known to parents. But, there's no doubt it would have amused them to watch it.

As with most kids of the era, it wasn't uncommon to get bare ass whipping with a belt when you disobeyed. At school the paddle was liberally applied by adults for any infraction they felt worthy and the punishment was never second guessed by parents. And, yes, they could pull your pants down to do it. Physical punishment was expected and never questioned from or by adults.

The rest of the story is pretty much fabrication. And, "the names have been changed to protect the innocent."