Strings and Sacks, Inc.

Strings and Sacks, Inc. - Chapter 6
By Sir Cum Sizemore

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Chapter 6

Dave maneuvered the family car into a parking space within a quarter of a mile from the beach. Sharon handed Steven his flip flops and asked him to wait at the car's hatch back to help carry some of the beach paraphernalia. As he opened the door and slid out he quickly pushed his little dick head under the mesh pouch.

"Oh, Steven, your penis is under the mesh. I asked you to make sure the tip was sticking out from under the pouch. Please put it there. If it slips out again, I may have to take the thong off and let you spend some time fully exposed, and we wouldn't like to have to do that, now, would we?"

"Mom how come I have to show off my thing to the whole world? It's embarrassing and there are girls here. Look my butt is all out there and this front part isn't much better at covering me."

"Dave, you tell him. I'm tired of it." She let out a sigh of frustration.

"Steven, girls like to look at boys' penises and testicles and butts. Unfortunately, little boys aren't supposed to be modest about showing them to the general public. So, get used to it. You have no 'private parts' and you won't for at least another two or three years. Now, do what you mother asks and don't question it again. Just do it!" Dave's voice rose in tone as he hollered the final remark.

Pouting at the lack of parental cooperation, Steven adjusted his penis so the shaft was pinched between the top strap of his thong and his skin just below the glans. Sharon handed the disgruntled boy a web covered folding chair and bag of sundries, tossed a ball cap on his head, and then draped a leather belt around his neck. He didn't need to be told what the belt was for. He just hoped he could avoid a public demonstration.

"Okay, let's go pick a spot. I don't think Marjorie and Bob or Susan can be here yet, it's still pretty early." Sharon mumbled to Dave. Then swatting Steven's butt cheeks playfully the family began the move toward the beach. Steven was careful to keep the chair in front of him to delay the moment of exposure as long as he could.

The hot sand rose over the soles of Steven's flip flops as he walked toward the water. "How about right here? Steven, wait a minute. Dave, is this good for you?" Sharon asked as she stood in the spot which she'd chosen.

"Sharon, I don't care where we set up. If you like this, then that's where we'll stop. Steven, bring that stuff over here." Dave instructed.

As he looked around the beach was still fairly empty, but there was obvious interest in this beach apparel as he noticed a young couple pointing at him from about fifty yards to his left. As he looked further, many of the beach visitors were interested in his bare ass and the staring was achieving an obvious emotional effect and a more obvious physical effect as his already erect penis reached even further toward his navel.

"Steven, honey, put the chair right here and put the belt in the bag. Here, let me get some sunscreen on you." Sharon reached in the bag pulling out a pink squeeze bottle. To make the situation more embarrassing she started on his front. Standing she did his face. Out of the corner of his eye it was evident the other beach goers were either anxious to watch the application or his hard on was of interest. His mother squeezed more of the off white liquid into her hand and did his chest, then squatting put another squeeze on her hand, gentle did his dick head as it stuck out from the pouch and then moved her hand under the side of the pouch and covered his shaft and scrotum. Yep, the onlookers were still watching. The young couple was laughing as the girl punched her male companion. It was obvious he had made a remark about her doing that to him.

As Sharon put another application under his pouch a little girl stopped to stare. Steven's hands took a protective lunge toward his penis as she leaned over within inches for a better view. Sharon slapped his hand and Steven withdrew it holding it to his side in an attempt to limit the prying view of the other child.

"Whatcha' doin'? Is this his swim suit?" The inquisitive child asked.

"I'm putting sunscreen on him. Doesn't your mother put it on you?" Sharon asked.

"Yeah. That's his wiener isn't it?"

"Yes, that's his penis. Come over here, you can see it better." Sharon motioned the girl to a position just behind her shoulder.

"Is that his swim suit?" She repeated her earlier question.

"Yes, it's called a thong. Do you like it?"

"Yeah, I like seeing his peepee. It's long isn't it?"

"I guess it is." Sharon agreed with the child.

"Jessica!!! Come over here and leave those people alone." The voice of a rather irate mother echoed from the shoreline.

"Oh, she's no problem. She's just interested."

The mother approached the bare ass which was exposed to her. As she was able to see the pouch she was somewhat in awe. "Good Lord, there isn't much to that suit is there?" the stranger observed.

"No, but he's a young boy and he shouldn't have a whole lot."

"My nephew would look great in one of those. He's nine and I'm afraid he would raise hell if I bought him one. Where'd you get it?" she asked.

"My company makes boys' attire and this is our new line of prepubescent swim wear. Steven here doesn't like to wear it either. But, I'm the parent and he's the kid and he'll do what I tell him,"

The visitor interrupted, "or?"

"Or he'll get a taste of this." Sharon reached in the bag and pulled out the oversized leather belt.

"Makes sense to me! If I wanted one for my nephew where would I get it?"

"Here's an order form. We have a new line of thongs for boys and this model is the 203. It comes in black or white nylon mesh. The others are solids," Sharon's explanation was interrupted as the little girl's mother calmly explored Steven's right but cheek with a light touch. Steven shifted away from the stranger's touch and his mother swatted his left cheek abruptly. "Steven stand still." Suddenly the little girl copied her mother and gently rubbed his right cheek in the spot of the disciplinary contact.

"Mom, his butt's soft and hard at the same time."

"Yes, baby, his but is just right. And so is his little boy thingy. Don't you think we should buy one of these for Brad?"

"Yeah, I could touch his butt then."

"You sure could." Turning to Sharon she continued, "You'll hear from me. Twenty five bucks isn't bad. Would you take my order today, I mean if I give you a check?"

"I guess so. I'd rather you sent it in, but if you want to leave it with me, I'll jot a receipt on the flyer for you."

Sharon closed on the first sale of the day. "Excuse me," Sharon was interrupted as she was applying sunscreen to her well exposed son. "What do you call that thing?" The woman was pointing at the mesh pouch which partially hid her son's package.

"A penis?" Sharon replied.

"No, no, not his penis or his balls. That thing he's wearing."

"Oh a thong."

"A thong huh? I sure doesn't cover much now does it?"

"It's not supposed to. He's a little boy and boys don't need modesty. At least that's my opinion."

"Well, at first I was a little appalled anyone would make their child come to a public place so exposed, but it grew on me. I kind of like the mystery of seeing his boy parts through that mesh. Does his penis ever stick out through the holes in the mesh?"

"No, his penis is a little to big around to stick out the holes, but when it's hard it sticks out the top or side of the pouch. If it doesn't, I make him put it there."

"Why? I mean why do you make him put it there?"

"So everyone can see his head. I'm proud of his penis and his testicles and I love showing them off. I want him to remember that he's a boy and modesty isn't a part of his life, too. So I make him show it off."

"Mind if I examine the construction?"

"No, go ahead. Steven go over there and put you hands on your head while the lady looks at your thong."

Compliantly but bashfully Steven took the three steps to be within the woman's reach. And reach she did. She put her fingers between the strap and his lower back and gave short tugs as if to look at the fit. Each tug pulled the string in his cleavage tight and put pressure on his anus. Then she followed the cleavage string down to his anus with one finger between the string and his buttocks.

"Turn around, boy."

Steven complied. The lady traced up and down the sides of the pouch without even disguising the fact she was feeling his balls and penis as she did so. Again she pulled at the string causing the sudden tightness up his backside. Finally her hands went to the bow. Slowly she undid the bow and allowed the pouch end to drop causing his penis and testicles to be completely exposed. Automatically his hands reached for the dangling pouch.

"Leave it alone. I want to take it off and look at the workmanship. Just stand there and keep your hands on your head." The woman instructed.

"Do as she says, Steven," his mother enjoined.

Steven could feel his now fully exposed penis begin its slow movement toward an erect posture and he could hear the giggles of the little girls sitting on a blanket twenty feet to his left. Out of the corner of his eye he could see them jockeying for positions to better see his male attributes.

"Hum, looks well made. How much did this set you back?"

"Twenty five dollars. I'm a distributor for them."

"I have eight grandchildren. Six of them boys. Two of the boys are still pretty young, two and four we just make them stay naked at the beach. But the other four range in age from six to twelve years old. I want them to wear these things. The whole set of them are pretty well hung and I think they should be made to show it off."

"Well, what about their parents. Don't you think they should make the decision?"

"To tell you the truth, two of them belong to my son and his wife. They don't really give a shit about those boys. They leave them with me for about six months out of the year. I'll have them the week after next right up until school starts and then they'll still come to my house after school. I use the belt on their bare asses when they need it and I take care of them when they're sick. I correct their homework, do their laundry, and attend their school functions. So, do I care what their parents want? Hell, no! The other four belong to my two daughters and their husbands—three in one family and one in another. In both cases, my daughters like to keep the boys naked. The daughter with the three boys is always pulling on their little wieners and rubbing them to make them hard. She's a little weird, but that's what makes the world go round. The other one likes to keep hers nude to entertain his two sisters and their friends. They play doctor with him. He hates it and that makes my daughter happy. He's eleven and thinks when he gets hair she'll let him dress, but she's told me she intends to shave him and keep him naked until he's well into high school. I told her if she's not careful some social worker will end up taking him from her. Oh well, enough about me. I'll take eight of them. Can I send you a check?"

"Oh sure, here are the models we have. See this is the one Steven is wearing, at least was wearing."

"Oh, here kid. You can put it on again." Steven took his hands off his head and the little girls who were entertained at his hard shaft sticking straight out from his body groaned with disappointment.
"We have solid models, and the quarter inch mesh model. The mesh comes in black or white and the others come in a variety of colors."

"No, no, I want the mesh. You sure you couldn't get a half inch mesh? I mean I think it would show them off better and their little dicks would poke through those holes. Hell, I might make them pull them through those holes and walk around that way. It's look like a little worm coming up from his hole." She gazed upward momentarily and said, "Shit, that's cute, if I do say so."

"I guess you could cut the strands between two of them to make a half inch hole if you wanted, but we can't get half inch mesh. It only comes in quarter inch."

"Well, give me four white and four black."

"Sure, just filling in the name and address and give the approximate ages of the boys so we know whether to give you small, medium or large."

The woman filled out the form and went on her way.

Steven was packed back in his thong. "Son, where's your little dick head supposed to be when it's hard?" Dave asked his son.

"Sticking out the top."

"Well, get it there and then go over and visit with those little girls who enjoy seeing it. Let them get a good look and if they want a feel too."

"Daaaaddddd, don't make me do that. Please, I want to go down and swim for awhile."

"I said go over there. And, because you're giving me a hard time, you will ask them if they want to feel it. Do you understand?"

"Daaaaadddd!"

"You say it loud so I can hear it too. If you don't we'll let them watch you get your cute little buns whipped. I do have the belt, right here. Now do as I told you."

"What do I say if their mother gets mad about it?"

"Just say it. She won't get mad."

Steven sulked as he walked the twenty five feet to the blanket. Standing beside the girls and their mother he was received by giggles of two little girls who appeared to be eight or nine years old. "Hi, my Dad told me to come over and let you see my boy thing. He said I have to let you touch it if you want."

The woman looked up and said, "Well, that suit you're wearing is very attractive and it sure gives a good view of that tight little pouch of yours and that nice long dick, too. Hey you girls want to feel his penis?"

"Yeah, I do!"

"Me, too!"

The bigger of the two knelt down in front of him and reached for his erect appendage under the pouch.

"I was first. Mooooommmm, I was first."

"Your sister was first and she will let you feel in a minute or two." Then the woman turned and shouted to Dave, "Mind if we take it off so they can really get a good feel?"

"No, go ahead. Steven you be nice."

Immediately he felt another unwanted tug on the bow of his thong and soon it was completely off. Two eager sets of hands were grabbing and pulling his penis. "Wow, it's hard. Mom do all boys' things feel hard like this?"

"No, Baby, only when they are glad to see you." The woman chuckled at her own wit.

"Let me have my turn," the younger girl pulled her companions hand away. Immediately Steven detected a pressure being applied to his scrotum. His testes were being squeezed together. "I like his bag. Krissy, feel his bag." Soon her hand gave way to the bigger girl as she grabbed the shaft. Steven looked over their heads to see a young couple thoroughly enjoying his predicament. They were laughing hysterically. The man finally shouted, "You hate it now, but wait till your older, Buddy, you'll love it then." Again, they laughed. Steven's face turned red with the embarrassment of the remark.

After ten minutes the woman said, "Okay girls, lets let him put his thong back on and he can go swimming."

"I'm almost done, the younger girl argued."

"No you're done now. Here, son, put your thong on and thank you for sharing with my daughter and her friend."

Steven took the thong without a word and ran over to his family's blanket to put it back on.

Meanwhile, half a mile down the beach, Marjorie and the boys were having equal success. "Hey, lady, why are your boys dressed like that. I mean it doesn't leave much to my imagination."

Marjorie took the bait, "Well they are learning their boy parts are okay and they should be proud of them, at least proud enough to show them off. I can monitor their little hard-ons that way too. You know punish them, when it becomes too frequent. Besides, I kind of like having access both visually and for touching when they need it, and you know, they won't get tan lines."

The man who initiated the conversation and his obviously pregnant wife approached Marjorie and Bob's blanket. The man thrust his hand forward and introduced himself to the two parents. "Hi, my name is Jeff Blocker and this is my wife Tina. That little nine year old over there is Jeremy. The reason we're inquiring is it seems like a trend setter. But, why would tan lines be a problem?"

"I like to make them play nude whenever I can. I even make them strip naked for family reunions and when we go to the park for picnics and they look so much better with a consistent tan. You know their little wieners and balls tan up just like the rest and they look like little golden angels when they're exposed." Marjorie explained as Tina nodded.

Then Tina asked, "Where'd you get them?"

Kidding Bob responded, "Who the boys?" The adults all laughed. Then Bob motioned to Timmy and Teddy. "You two go over and play with that little boy. His name is Jeremy. Remember to introduce yourselves. Remember, he can look and touch. You both know what that means."

Teddy's head dropped in a little displeasure with opening his penis and scrotum to the inspection of another child, but he knew the rules. The boys approached the nine year old Jeremy dressed in a baggy suit which was hemmed half way down his calf. He was digging in the wet sand just beyond the surf. "Hi, I'm Timmy and this is my brother Teddy. Can we play?"

Jeremy looked up and said, "What are those? I've never seen bathing suits like that. Shoot, you can see your whole ass. And your dicks and balls are…Man, the girls are going to see you. Do you like wearing those? I wouldn't be caught dead in one of those."

Meanwhile the parents were engaged, Tina was explaining her son's over modest approach to clothing. "He won't wear Speedos or even trunks. He insists on wearing those 'pedal pusher' things."

With that Jeff interrupted, "Honey pedal pushers are girl attire. Don't let him hear you say that."

"I know. I just hate them. Remember those pictures Mom showed us of my brothers back in the early seventies? They wore shorts, so short they barely cleared their asses. You know the athletic kind with the elastic waistband. Of course they had those white knee socks, but their shorts were very short. Did they care if girls saw their underpants? Hell, no. And those cute cut off blue jeans. Mom would cut them half way between their knees and crotch and they'd slowly unravel. Their legs were so cute. I get turned on by shapely little boy legs and Jeremy has a pair."

Jeff responded, "Yeah but he has to go to school."

"Well my brothers wore those to school. All the boys wore them. I wonder what happened to fashion. It seems they whole idea of exposing males went down the tubes. My mother made my brothers run nude through the sprinkler in the yard and they had to swim naked in our pool. They were nude almost all the time they swam—the Y, the Boys Club, even the high school pool. She wouldn't have let them wear a suit like Jeremy's she'd be afraid the weight of them when they were wet would make him drown."

"Where's this all going," Jeff asked.

"I guess I want to find out where I can get a few of those thongs and we'll make him wear them."

"Oh, I can help you with the thongs," Marjorie jumped into her sales role, "I'm a representative of the company that makes them. Here's an order form. See here, you can choose a solid pouch in a wide array of colors, but for now our mesh style, like the ones the boys are wearing only come in white and black. Each piece is made specifically to your needs."

"How much are they?" Jeff asked.

"They're twenty five dollars each."

"Shit, they're a little pricey aren't they?" He retorted.

"Not really, Jeff, the suit he's wearing was forty two dollars." Tina responded.

"Forty-two dollars? Why the hell did you pay forty two dollars for a swimsuit for him?"

Bob responded for Tina, "Because they have to have the right label sewed into them or the kids won't wear them. They're spoiled."

"I want Jeremy to spend more naked time. This will be a good way to start it and enforce his compliance. He won't like it but that's just tough." Tina argued.

"Okay, whatever you feel's best. I'm not sure I agree, but you have my blessing." Jeff threw his arms up in submission.

Tina then turned her attention to Marjorie, "Why don't you contact your supplier about short shorts for boys? You know start marketing shorts with one inch inseams and the like. Maybe mothers like us could take back the fashions to yesteryear. Don't you think their little legs are cute?"

"Yeah, I guess I do. Look at little Teddy. Those muscular little sticks and that cute little ass, Ooooo I just want to run over there and pinch it." Marjorie was getting excited.

"Well, just fill this out and we'll get Jeremy going. I will talk about the shorts too. I think, at least for my two, underpants will be a thing of the past if we can market the shorts. It's all about exposure if you know what I mean."

"Oh, I know what you mean. They are so cute in those thongs. From the back they almost look like little Sumo wrestlers."

"Yeah except the ass crack string is pretty thin for Sumo wrestlers."

Tina interrupted the conversation, "Jeremy, get your hands off his penis. You know you shouldn't touch him there."

"Why not?" Bob asked. "The boys are supposed to let others play with their goodies. It helps them become more comfortable with their bodies. Jeremy's okay. Let him play."

"You sure?" Tina needed confirmation.

"Yeah, it's perfectly okay," Marjorie enjoined.

"He's going to grow up queer if we let him do that," Jeff disagreed.

"Jeff, what you see there is curiosity and nothing more. There's no sexuality to speak of. I mean they want to see if other boys are equipped the same and if they things work the same. Jeremy's not looking for a piece of ass. It won't make him homosexual to play. If he's destined to become one, he will and you'll love him just the same. Leave the kids alone," Bob tried a man to man approach and then yelled, "Go ahead Jeremy you can touch them."

The ladies returned to the order form and the discussion of a new line of shorts. Bob opened the cooler and said, "Beer?" to Jeff.

"Shit, I didn't know we could drink here. You sure we won't get arrested?"

"Naw, just dump it in this plastic up and no one will be the wiser." The men sipped the beer.

Susan was running into some conflict further yet down the beach.

"Is that your son?" the obviously irate middle aged woman asked.

"Well, yes. What's the problem?"

"You should be ashamed of yourself making him show so much. Have you no shame?"

"Excuse me?" Susan responded.

"He has none of his private parts covered--None. My kids have to look at his backside and his boy things too. That's not only cruel to do to him, it's rude for the rest of us."

"Well, Lady, I don't know what you problem is, but he's much more comfortable with his body than your kids, and if they haven't seen a boy's parts it's time they did, further more if you don't like it you can move your ass up the beach to somewhere else. My God, Lady, he's a little kid and he isn't running around drooling to rape your precious daughters. He's just playing. Get a life and get out of mine." Susan was pissed.

"I have half a mind to call the law."

"Go ahead they've been past here at least six times since we arrived and they didn't seem bothered by him. In fact, one of the officers stopped and gave him s lollipop. You just go ahead and call the law. Just get out of my space. Self- righteous zealots like you have all the answers and of course your morality is the only morality. Get the hell out of my face."

"I'm gone. But some pervert is going to get his jollies off watching your nude boy running around."

"First of all, he's not nude."

"He might as well be."

"Second, if looking at his body bring someone pleasure, who the hell am I to object."

"Lady what would it take for you to get the message?"

"What message? The "pervert behind every bush" message? I'll never get there, I don't believe in it. And if someone MAN or woman wants to take pictures of him or gentle caress him, I won't get upset. In fact, I'll take his damn thong off for them. Why, the fuck don't you just mind your own business."

"You don't have to get vulgar. You know you're a sick, sick lady and you should go to church more often. Maybe you would see the error of your ways."

"Look, bitch, here comes the cop. Over there on the ATV stop him and report me."

"I believe I just might." The lady rose and headed toward the waterline where the officer was running parallel to the beach. She began waving him down.

"Officer, see that little boy? Is what he's wearing acceptable?"

"Well, I don't know lady. Maybe you should ask his mother. What he's wearing certainly isn't against the law. Now if he was a teenager or adult, we'd have to ask him to wear something more substantial in the front to hide his jewels and such, but he's a little kid. We don't worry about kids. In fact, up the beach there are a few other boys wearing the same attire. I think it may be a budding fad. And, right over there is a lady with two naked little four and five year olds. No mesh, completely naked." The officer explained.

"Well, there oughta be a law."

"There isn't. What more can I say?"

In a huff indicating her frustration the woman indignantly added, "Well, this is going to infest this beach with perverts."

"Maybe it will, but there are some who think people who insist on hiding their kids' bodies are just as perverted. If the parents are watching the kids they'll be safe. Nobody's going to get them."

"Thank you, officer. I guess I'll take mine home. I don't want them around this trash."

"Have a nice day ma'am." The ATV clicked into gear and the officer continued his patrol.

Wherever the boys were taken parents, big sisters, and grandparents inquired. In one case a ten or eleven year old boy asked Susan where he could get one of those 'thong things'. Surprised she asked, "You'd wear one of those?"

The boy responded, "Sure, I think they're neat. I don't like to wear clothes."

"Doesn't it bother you that people could see your boy parts if you wore one of those."

"Shoot, I don't care if anyone sees my boy parts. When they do it makes it get real hard and then when I rub it, it feels real good. I like to show off my dick. My Mom would probably buy me one of those, if I asked her."

"How old are you, son?"

"Eleven."

"And you'd wear one of those?" nodding her head and 'shushing' her disbelief, she handed him a flier and he ran off.