The Kids Next Door

The Kids Next Door 1

By Running Bare
runningbare@anonymousspeech.com

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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John Bradley here. I was fortunate enough to move in to a brand new condominium. But even more fortunate to have Susan and her two boys—Roger 8 and Joey 12—living next door.   I've jotted from memory some of my initial experiences with my new neighbors. Susan felt like a novice raising the boys. One thing led to another until I was completely intertwined in their lives.

BTW, I have added a new dimension to this story. The words in italics are reflective of what my thinking was at various points of building our neighborly relationship.

The Kids Next Door
by, Running Bare

It was dusk on that mid July night, I just moved in to my newly constructed condominium. The move and the unpacking had exhausted me, and after constructing the king sized bed frame, installing the box springs and mattress, I plopped down for a quick break. Well, I fell asleep. The next thing I knew I was awakening to a new day. The sounds of kids giggling, shouting to each other and splashing drifted through my opened window. I had no idea the complex had a pool. There wasn't one when the realtor took me through the unit. At least I hadn't seen one. How in the hell do you construct a pool in two weeks?

The innocent sound of the carefree happiness of the kids' laughter delighted and compelled me to open the blinds. I wanted to watch them for a few minutes and share their joy. Turned out to be two boys of seven or eight. Shockingly and stunningly they were skinny dipping and bobbing around in a three foot deep backyard pool. As they'd climb up on the inflatable raft, I couldn't help but admire their seamlessly tan skin glistening under the water coating it. Their lightly tanned backsides only slightly contrasted the brown of their legs and backs. Both boys were of medium build, and their muscular legs and dimpled butt cheeks were as cute a sight as I could imagine. Yeah, I was going to enjoy this house, if for nothing more than the sights and sounds I discovered out my back windows. I watched as they presented their cute little packages during rafting and various dives. Their tight little ball sacks were topped with what appeared to be cut nubs of their retracted penises. Penises I hoped would lengthen once they left the coolness of the pool contents.

I was a bit concerned that my moving in would curtail their fun. Would they cover up or would “Mom” make them stay outside and play naked? One could only hope she seek my counsel before clothing them.

I turned away from the bedroom window and decided to make a pot of coffee and move out to my patio to drink the java. But even more drink in the naked boys from an even closer vantage point. While the coffee brewed I plotted to make my pending observation of their nakedness less suspect. I'd drag the box containing my still unassembled patio table out the sliding glass door and onto the concrete slab. As I opened the door the boys stopped jumping and waded to the edge of he pool to attend to me, the “new guy” moving in next door.

One of them shouted, “Hi!” And, so as to not be so obvious, I smiled and waved toward them. I acted as though I was completely unaware or disinterested in their nudity, but nothing could be further from the truth. I was absolutely thrilled and excited by their innocent exposure.

My revelry was broken as I heard the sliding door on their condo slide open. Momentarily a boy of about twelve walked into my field of view. He too was naked as the day he was born, but unlike the younger boys was sporting a very obvious four or five inch erection. Seeing me, his hands rushed to his groin in an obvious effort to maintain his boyhood modesty. His face turned red and he slowly returned to the shelter of their home. His embarrassment was in stark contrast to the younger boys openness.

One of the younger boys climbed up the short pool ladder and was out. He came over to the side of my patio without the least bit of concern about his exposure. Unlike the older boy, there was no attempt to cover his penis and cute little scrotum. He just stood there with his hands to his sides and began to question my activity. “You gotta put that together?”

Looking at the boys mid-section was unavoidable. He absolutely didn't care about his exposure in the slightest. I looked at his cute face with his wet hair plastered to his scalp. His penis had already begun to respond to the warmth of the air outside the pool and was now draped over his peanut sized testicles. Rather than the nub I'd noticed when I first caught sight of him it was apparent he was average in size with boys his age. As he questioned me about my activity, I made a mental note that he was probably seven based on his dental presentation—both front teeth missing. His partner in crime ran over to join him and, I'm sure, find out about the “new guy” moving in next door. He too was completely exposed and didn't show any sign of embarrassment.

“So what's your name, Mister?”

“I'm John, who are you?”

The toothless wonder was first to respond, “I'm Roger, I live over there.” He pointed to the unit next to mine.

I looked at the later comer, “And?”

“I'm Steven, I live over there.” The kid pointed to a ridge behind where another complex of condos had been built.

“He's my best friend,” Roger proudly added.

I was getting a bit more interested in my naked audience as I tightened the bolts on one of the table legs. I found it impossible to ignore the cute little presentations of the boys.

“Can we help you?” Roger was definitely the more personable of the two.

Not wanting to appear to enjoy their naked bodies, I suggested that before they helped me I needed to meet their parents, or, at the very least, Roger's parents. Again, though I was anxious as hell to have two nude little guys help me with the table, I was afraid doing so would be looked upon with suspect eyes.

“I'll be right back.” Roger disappeared and Steven eventually followed his retreat. Momentarily the naked boys returned with a thirtieths woman in tow.

“This is my, Mom.”

“Hi, I'm John Bradley. I guess we're new neighbors.”

She extended her hand, “Susan Richardson. I guess you've already met these two.”

“I have.”

Not one acknowledgment that her young charges were completely naked. She started small talk about making them mind and “If they get in the way, just send them home.” I half expected her to at least make them put on some briefs before she left them in my yard, but no. The boys jumped onto the cardboard remnants of the box the table had been in and asked what they could do.

Susan returned with a cup of coffee for me and plopped down in one of my lawn chairs. As the swinging penises and bouncing testicles jumped from here to there grabbing whatever they thought might help, I tried to keep my attention on her. Five or ten minutes in, the older boy sauntered over in a pair of cutoff shorts and t-shirt. Though cutely dressed, he was definitely not as interesting as he had been fifteen or twenty minutes earlier. “This is my older boy, Joey.”

I extended my hand and he coyly shook it. “Hi Joey, I'm John. I think I saw you when you came out to swim. Must have changed you mind, huh?” I followed the observation with a bit of a smile. He turned red.

Susan quickly further embarrassed the boy with the admission, “Joey is extremely modest. I don't know what happened to him. He was like Roger and Steve over there, but a couple of years ago he got a rush of shyness. I have to damn near beat him to make him go out and swim naked with the other boys. Is that abnormal?”

I didn't want to let anyone know how much I was enjoying the naked helpers or that I'd have given a months pay to make Joey stay naked all the time. This kid was beautiful and from the momentary gaze at what made him a boy I wanted with all my heart to see him having to saunter around with that stiffy all summer, no, all year, long. If I jumped on it too aggressively my desires would alarm. I had to slide my thoughts in as if it was no big deal.

“I guess he's just at an age where being naked like he did as a little guy isn't as acceptable to him as it is to us. But, Joey, Mom's right. You shouldn't be so shy. You're just a young boy and being naked shouldn't be a big issue with you. I think when Mom makes you come outside naked, she's doing you a favor.” In my head I was thinking, she's really doing me a favor. I liked watching him for the moment I had and would find forced nudity for this boy a real favor to me. “What's your Dad think about it?”

Susan jumped in, “That asshole hasn't been in the boys' lives for over five years now. He doesn't call. He doesn't even send them birthday cards. Last I heard he was living in Seattle. I don't know where he is now. There are warrants out for his arrest should he come back here. He's over eight thousand behind on his child support payments. In short, I wouldn't give a shit about what he thinks.”

Too much information. I didn't ask for the run down, but found it interesting. Perhaps, I could fill the void caused by his absence when it came to molding the boys' maleness. It was a window. And, in truth goal one was already formulated in my head: Force Joey to strip naked and make both boys stay that way as often as possible year round.

Might as well start desensitizing Susan. Roger was squatting down and trying to use my ratchet to tighten one of the leg bolts. His bare ass was right in my face as I tried to work on one of the other legs. I couldn't resist. I reached over and patted his bare cheeks, my hand crossing his little crack, “Okay, Buddy, how you doin' over here.” I glanced over to read his mother's face.   She was grinning at our interchange. Wow, I dodged that bullet. No problem patting her son's bare ass.

As we continued to work I became a bit more brash. The seven year old was again trying to tighten nut. As I approached to coach him, I took his upper leg and actually spread it from the other so I could see better what he was doing. This exposed his boyhood very openly, but again his mother had no sign of concern. Joey sat next to his mother and just watched.

After re-engaging the ratchet, he was pulling down hard on the handle. My biggest move occurred then. I kind of laughed and said, “Hey, Rog, don't pull so hard. If that thing slips it'll hit your marbles here,” I playfully wiggled my fingers under his little ball sack momentarily. I actually touched the boy's scrotum and chuckled as though it was no big deal. Then I turned toward Susan and continued, “The kid is determined tough.” She didn't appear the least bit bothered by what I had just done. I was beside myself with a mix of curiosity and surprise.

The problem was that my “boyhood” was now a bit excited at what my fingers had felt. To this day I don't know why it hadn't made its move just at the sight of my two nude helpers, but it didn't until the touch. Luckily, because of the task, I didn't have to stand up. I could stay seated with the assembly directions draped across my lap and no one would be the wiser.

Roger stood up holding a washer and asked where it went. His penis, now a little stiff, was no more than six inches from my face. As he inquired about the part, his circumcised bluish pink knob was pointed directly at my nose. Needless to say the sight and closeness of his boy parts further stretched my appendage within the confines of my jeans. Susan did respond to the boy's proximity, “Hey Roger, I'm sure John doesn't want your penis in his face. Back up a little bit.” Even Roger laughed when he was jolted into that realization and he moved back. Damn it!

I looked over at Steven who'd been quite quiet. He was sitting cross legged and just watching Roger and me as we worked on the assembly. His little member was still flaccid and peeked out from between his legs. He too was a cute little fella, but Susan's kids were even more than cute, they were beautiful.

I had to get Joey undressed again, but I didn't want to rush it. No alarms. Tomorrow would be a different day.

“I'm going to run out to a fast food place for lunch. Can I pick up something for you, John? My treat. Kind of a welcome to the neighborhood.”

“Guess a burger and fries sound good, but you can surprise me.” She nodded her understanding of my remarks.

“Can we come too?” Roger was quick to ask. I must admit I was a bit disappointed at the prospect. I wasn't done drinking in the sights, sounds, and smells of the naked minions. That would mean the boys would get dressed and I'd have to wait for another opportunity to enjoy them this much.

“Okay, you and Steven go and get in the car. Joey, get my purse off the kitchen counter and we'll go get the stuff.”

Holy shit, she's making the little guys go naked. They just ran around the front of the unit completely naked. Act calm. Don't let her know how hot making the boys go to town naked is for you. They aren't going in, it's just a drive-thru, but, hey, the little guys are nude. Do you dare ask for particulars or would doing that be too obvious?

They left and I went in for a moment to try to calm myself down. When they returned Roger rounded the side of the houses with a bound. He was followed closely by Steven. At a much slower pace Susan and Joey brought up the rear. I was invited to their house to use the table on their patio. Susan supplied iced tea for all. I watched as between bites, Roger and Steven, slid into the pool to cool off. Ah, a window to further build a relationship with Joey and groom Susan.

“Well, Joe, now that we know each other why don't you slip off your clothes and swim with them? I'll bet it would be cooler than sitting here with me and your Mom.”

He shrugged his shoulders and kind of brushed off my comment.

“Hey, I've already seen you naked. Don't be so shy.” I looked toward Susan.
She spoke up. “Joey, take your clothes off and get in the pool. You can watch the little one's while I clean house. John is going to go back to his place and finish putting the table together.”

“I'll watch them. I just don't want to go in the pool now.”

Shit it wasn't working. Come on Susan, demand him to strip naked. You're his mother. Make him comply.

With that he got up and walked over to the pool.

“Well, I think he's a bit shy about being exposed in front of me. He'll get there. He's shy and I think that's where I was at his age.” I knew this was a good place to lead her to question me as to my recommendation. “Thank God, Mom and Dad made me expose myself.”

“They made you expose yourself?”

“Yeah. Mom would take a belt to me if I didn't do as I was told. Whenever we went swimming at the beach she'd make us boys strip naked and run down to the surf to rinse off. Then she'd make us dry off and we could wrap the towels around ourselves for the trip home. But, we did have that five or ten minute interlude where we had to be naked and exposed to all the beach goers. She made us strip naked when we played in the sprinkler out in the yard and when we got older we had to strip naked before we came in from water or mud play. My sisters never had do expose themselves, only us boys. We'd have to strip right in front of our sisters' friends too. It was a bit embarrassing, but it was either that or be stripped and then whipped in front of everyone.

“Now, Dad, made us take swim lessons at the Y because they made the boys swim naked back then. He also insisted on us having to change if we used the public pool so we had to strip in the locker room. Some of the other kids could come to the pool in their suits and shower in their suits, but not us. We had to strip naked and shower naked. At scout camp we had to parade around naked as well. We'd swim in the lake but all boys had to swim nude. So, it kind of killed the kind of the modesty Joey has.

But, I understand his embarrassment. He'll have to confront it sooner or later. What's he twelve?”

She had that worried look on her face, “Yeah, he just turned twelve last month.”

“Look at it this way, if he doesn't get that issue straightened out now, he'll have to confront it in high school. They dress out for P.E.-- jock straps, short-shorts--and he'll have to strip and shower in front of the other boys. He might get teased over his shyness, but he will have to get over it.”

“I don't want the kid to be devastated like that. How can I convince him his modesty is unreasonable for a boy?” Good job! You've set the hook.

“You either let him work through it on his terms, and he may get hurt. Or you make him work through it on yours and he gets hurt now. It's none of my business, but I think the hurt now would be less damaging. The younger he is when you address the issue the less difficult it'll be.” Back off John, let her have some line to run with. “But that has to be your decision, not necessarily his.”

“I can't force him to be naked.”

“Why not? You did this morning, didn't you? Or did he come out here nude on his own?”

“No, I told him if I had to strip him, I'd use the belt after I did. He cried a little, but eventually took his clothes off. Kind of funny, but he finds things to hold in front of his boy parts to keep me from looking—the clothing he takes off, a piece of paper, a toy, and, of course, sometimes his hands. I make him put it all down.” She nervously chuckled. “Now Roger could care less. He strips and would parade around in front of anybody. He likes to play with his penis and is perfectly okay with asking me to rub it for him.”

OMG! Careful how you get clarification on that. But DO get clarification. “He lets you rub his package?”

She got a little pissed at that, “I'm his mother. The kid loves to be cuddled and he insists on me rubbing his body. I massaged both boys from birth until they were toddlers. Guess Roger like it, he never got over wanting it. I figured I'd let them decide when it was no longer comfortable for them. I've rubbed Roger's boy parts since he was an infant. I know what I'm about to say may be taken wrong, but, I enjoyed the skin contact. I had absolutely no sexual intentions, I just loved the contact and watching the boys just melt. You know I think it really does bond us too. Now, I know in a year or two he'll feel differently about it like Joey did and I'll have to quit, but until then.”

“Maybe you shouldn't have allowed Joey to call the shots. Maybe you should have kept him on the same program even though he was uncomfortable.”

“When would it stop then?”

“Well, I'd imagine once he's into puberty, you know got hair down there. Maybe that would be a good time to stop. But, he's still a few months away. Maybe if you made him participate under force with what Roger does willingly he'd get over it. I don't know.” I looked off thinking: Now is a good time to change the subject and act as though the conversation isn't making you horny. “Steven doesn't seem to have a problem with being naked. How does his mother feel about it?”

“Sheila and Henry are ultra hippy. They don't give him much choice. She makes him walk over here naked. He'll walk home naked after he swims. I think they're latent nudists. Hell, she even makes him let his ten year old sister and her friends fondle him 'as long as they're gentle'—penis, scrotum and everything else too.”

OMG again. The mental image of that is almost explosive. Will I be able to get up from the table? 'Everything else'? I could just imagine what that meant. I had to meet Sheila and Harry. I had to watch those little girls tending to Steven. Wouldn't it be fun to turn Joey over to those ten year old and just watch where they went? Too much for the day, I had to excuse myself to allow my imagination to take it wherever it went.

I excused myself from my neighbor's more than kind hospitality stating I had to finish putting my furniture together and unpacking. She told me that she would like to talk about Joey's 'problem' a little more. It was obvious she was getting into posture to force the boy's nakedness and I didn't want to be left out of a moment of the planning.

“Tell you what, we can talk about Joey tomorrow, I've got to get done with a few things though.” It pained me to put off talking about forcing that kid to expose himself, but if I left at this point and gave it some cooling off time, my high level of anxiety wouldn't call my motives in to question. I headed home and enjoyed the joyful noise coming from the pool.

I was lucky enough to watch Steven cutting thorough neighbors' yards as he climbed the hill on his way home. Yep, naked as he could be. I know nobody in their right mind would be bothered with his trespass. In fact, it might make for a good photo opportunity.

Yeah, that's it. Photo opportunity. I have to break out my digital Nikon, get some new batteries and a bundle of SD cards. I'll go shopping after dinner. Tomorrow I'll start recording my young neighbors splashing and romping naked and I'll share my good fortune on social media. Wonder if I'll get censored? Oh well, que sera sera. Those kids are too beautiful and those penises too cute not to share them with the world. If I'm lucky Joey will join their ranks tomorrow. If I'm extremely lucky a belt will come into play somewhere along the way.

It was a long night. I lay awake for hours just imagining various scenarios with the family next door. I tried to recall the brief glimpse of Joey's boyhood. It was all too brief, but I'm sure the kid was generously hung. I know that erection must have been at minimum five inches. I could envision the plum sized well rounded ball sack hanging below. Would tomorrow bring back the reality of the preteen's nudity?

It was seven o'clock and the pool was quiet. The sun was coming up and the sky looked promising for a clear and warm day. I knew Roger wouldn't pass up pool time. With little luck, Steven would hike back through neighbors' yards, with his little boyhood openly exposed, to play with his friend Roger. With a whole lot of luck, Joey would present himself totally naked without much fanfare. If he did I was prepared not to scare him off by being too forward. One could only hope.

I made a pot of coffee and poured a cup. Now that the patio table had been completed, I decided to drink it outside. I sat there waiting and dreaming. The only sound was that of various songbirds welcoming the new day. I heard the unmistakable sound of a young voice yelling, “Mom I don't want to be naked. Get over it!” Then a muffled voice must have returned fire. Joey again yelled, “Yeah well Roger is still little, he doesn't give a shit and neither does Steven. I'm not going to get undressed!”
I knew she was trying, but apparently not winning. The slider abruptly opened and Joey walked out. I could tell he was pissed. Pouting he looked over and realized I was outside as well. I couldn't help myself.

“Rough day?”

'Yeah.” He sulked.

“Anything I can do?”

“Nope. She's just a pain...”

“She's your mother and though I haven't been around but one day, I could see how much she loves you. You know you're a kid and parents can be a problem especially when kids get to be eleven and twelve and even past that, but they are well meaning and really should be listened to. Why are you so angry?”

“She wants me to walk around naked.   I'm not going to do that. I don't want people seeing me naked.”

“You know, if I had yelled at my mother the way you yelled at yours, either she or my dad would have my naked body laying across the foot of their bed and a belt would be leaving red stripes on my bare backside. Guess you're lucky. No stripes.” The last remark resulted in smiles on both sides of the property line.

I decided my best move was to play an understanding ally so I could achieve some credibility. Though I could suggest to Susan stripping him by force and then whipping the fire out of his bare backside with a belt, maybe a more peaceful way would work. Not that I wouldn't miss watching him get his ass spanked, I would, but perhaps a friendly method would end up providing more access to his body once the objective was achieved.

“You know, if she wants you to be naked, you oughta' just do it. I mean, I'm sure Roger has seen your penis, I know Steven has and even I've seen it and I've only known you for a day. Why not just do what she wants? You did yesterday, until you saw me. Is there something wrong or different about your equipment? It looked fine to me. Actually, it looked more than fine. You were packing an at least five inch boner. That's not bad for a twelve year old. It's only going to get bigger from there. Look besides me, Roger, Steven and your mother who's gonna' see it?”

“Anyone who comes to the house.”

“How often does that happen?”

“Not usually.”

“'Not usually'? Does that mean probably never?”

“After hearing the argument, I'd say she will be stripping you herself and then you'll probably get the belt. When women get committed to something, they always get their way. I'd suggest you give up on your argument and losing the clothes. Besides, I didn't get a good look at you yesterday, but what I saw should make you proud, not shy.”

With that the boy seemed to be calmed down. We could hear the muted voices of his mother and brother as we sat there.

“Go on in and get the clothes off. I'll bet by lunch you won't even notice you're naked anymore. Besides, I didn't get a good look at your ass yesterday. You teased me with a penis shot, today you owe me a good look.” We both laughed at that foolishness, but it was evident the kid was losing his grip on his modesty high ground.

Susan opened their slider and told Joey to come in to straighten up his room. Seeing me sitting on my patio she passed the boy and approached me. “I'm at wits end with him. He's soooo suborn. He's like his father.”

“I know. Being a mother, especially a mother to a soon to be teen boy, can be really tough. He'll come around. Listen, Susan, yesterday I mentioned the importance of a belt for raising boys. I wasn't talking about using one to hold up their pants. You have to be in-charge. If you aren't. If you give him the slightest signal that you won't follow through with what you've told him to do. You'll lose more than just the battle. You'll lose his respect. When you want something from either of them make it an order, not a request. That's about as much coaching as I can give, and, frankly, if you tell me it's none of my business I'd say I deserve that.”

“No, I'm in this thing and I can't let it all go over my head. I need some help with them. Did he tell you what went on this morning?”

“Yeah, partly. I heard most of it all the way over here. Too much yelling especially by him. You want him naked?” Good lord, so do I. “Go in and tell him to take his clothes off right now. When he's naked tell him he's to stay that way all day unless you tell him otherwise. Then keep him that way all summer if you want. Do you need one of my belts?”

“No, I have some or I'll use his.”

“Susan use the belt liberally. I mean let both of them know their asses will be striped if they don't get their acts together and do it. When you whip them make sure to leave a few stripes that will be there for a day or two. They'll get the message.”

Pensively she responded to my instruction, “I don't want to be mean. I don't want them to hate me.”

“They will if you don't draw some lines and enforce them. They'll hate you if you don't make them mind. I've already said too much. Shit, I hardly even know you or the boys. All I can say is if you told him to get naked, make him do it. And, make him stay that way for as long as you wish. In his case naked time would be a great punishment method.”

“You're right. I know you're right. I'm going to do it!” she was committed.

Suddenly and her totally naked seven year old ran out of the house to her side. I couldn't help but notice he was sporting morning wood. He was cute with that little boner projecting parallel to the ground. He didn't appear to have any concern about it at all. But, then, why should he? I wanted to reach over and grab it just to feel it's stiffness. That bulbous little glans looked like it was about to pop under the pressure. I unconsciously mumbled, “God, he's beautiful!” I didn't mean for it to be loud enough to be heard.

“Yeah, I think so too!” Susan said as she put her arm over the boy's shoulder. He just stood there and grinned. “Why don't you keep John company? I have to have a little chat with your brother.”

The kid jumped in my lap and grinned at me. I was speechless. This beautiful naked kid felt he knew me well enough after one day to be that affectionate. Now, how do I maintain my relaxed posture and fight my desire to fondle his cute little package? He's sitting on my lap and has his legs fully opened exhibiting his hardened little appendage. How do I fight my rising appendage?

“Have you had breakfast?”

“No. Mom was out here with you.”

“You can't fix your own?”

I patted his thigh and suggested, “How about some OJ and a banana with peanut butter on it?” Oh, that was good John, real good. What a parallel the whole banana thing was. I chuckled at my timeliness.

“Okay.”

As I lifted the boy off my lap, I purposely allowed my right hand to brush against that cute little penis. He didn't appear to even notice, but I did. I wanted to grab it and cup that little ball sack in my hand just to evaluate his reaction and enjoy the pleasure it would give him. You're moving too fast, control yourself.

I had no desire to do more than feel his appendage. There was no sexual desire at all. That has always been a curiosity to me. How could I be satisfied by just fondling? Was it the enjoyment I got from projecting how such violations to my own shyness would have felt if they were done to me while I was growing up? Maybe the anticipation of the punishing embarrassment most kids usually had in such situations? It had been my experience most boys weren't punished by gentle touch, they enjoyed it. I wasn't sure. I just know I didn't want to do anything that would physically hurt the kid short of contriving occasional corporal punishment sessions.

This cute little sandy haired kid with the ice blue eyes and award winning smile stood right next to me. His boner still prominently sticking out and brushing my cabinet door as he wiggled around. I'll never wash that cabinet again.

As we returned to the patio, I couldn't help but notice how his tan lines were quite faint. The color of his midsection was catching up to the upper torso and legs. I loved it. Mental note: Point out the attractiveness of his even tan to his mother. That observation might be a good one to reinforce his her continued efforts at keeping him, and with luck, his older brother nude for most of the summer.

Roger and I sat in different chairs when we returned to the table. Both of us were distracted by the sound of his mother emanating from an open second floor window as she yelled at Joey. It was obvious she was again engaged in stripping the kid. “I want you naked in three seconds. Joey, I'll beat your ass. I'm going to as soon as you're bare. I've had enough of this. Do I have to ask John to come over and help me strip you?” We could hear Joey crying. The cessation of the yelling suggested the twelve year old was complying with his mother's order to disrobe. Roger giggled and looked sheepishly at me.

“Joey's gonna' get a spanking.”

“Yeah, but you shouldn't laugh about it. Guess he should have done what your mother told him, huh?”

A loud snap broke the silence. Roger almost choked on the banana as he broadly smiled and looked toward the source of the sound. Another snap and a painful yell followed. Then another, then another and we could hear Joey pleading for his mother to stop. Another snap, and another, and Joey was begging for her to accept his agreement to do whatever she said. The sound of the belt stopped and his mother's voice could be heard again. She was still hollering.

“You are to stay naked all day. No, stay naked unless I tell you to put something on. Now finish picking up your room and get your ass outside for the rest of the day.”

A sniffling and choking kid's voice followed, “Can't I just stay in the house? Please, Mom, please. Just let me stay in my room.”

“No, Joey, I want you outside. Get this cleaned up and you best be out in the backyard in fifteen minutes.”

A door slammed. The sniffling and moaning continued for a minute or two.

Susan came out their patio door and strode over to us, with belt still in hand. Roger was a bit concerned.

“I didn't do anything. What did I do?” He was panicked.

“Nothing, Honey, you're alright.” She plopped the belt down on the glass top of my table. Turning toward me she said, “I'm just confused and frustrated.”

“Coffee?”

“Please.”

I left to get a cup and bring the pot out to the table. As I poured I began. “Sounds like you won the battle. Now let's see how long the lesson lasts.”

“I feel like a banshee. How could I let him get to me that much?”

To say Roger was taking in the conversation was an understatement. In order to support his mother I offered, “Well the boys have to know you're the boss. That belt says you are. Doesn't it, Roger?” The boy nodded his agreement. I couldn't help but notice his appendage was now flaccid. I think his mother's approach and the relief he wasn't on the schedule helped sober him.

Susan hugged and kissed her youngest. He was definitely very relieved he wasn't in trouble. While she did that my mind wandered.

When the hell is Joey going to come out. I can't wait to appraise his appendage. I hope it's half the treat I think I saw yesterday. Wonder if he'll have a boner, bet he will.

As I anxiously pondered the timing, Susan told Roger to go and “tell your brother to come out here”. I was amused watching his penis bob and sway as he jumped into action. He ran the thirty feet to their back slider and entered the house shouting, almost tauntingly, “Oh, Joey! Ooooohhhh, Joooooey! Mom wants you over at John's.” Then he had to twist the dagger, “And she said you better be naked.” Which she didn't.

The seven year old waited for his older brother. It was then the totally nude twelve year old emerged. He had a death grip on his items of interest. The two sauntered over to the patio. Susan chastised the boy, “Joey, put your hands down!” He did releasing what I considered an artistic masterpiece. It was evident that he was quite well endowed and that his growth hormones had begun to be released. His erection was long and certainly bigger around than younger preteens. He was bald, but incredibly endowed. His plum sized scrotum was drawn up under his hard-on. I gulped and tried to make my statement of support without my voice breaking.

“You are very, very handsome, Joey. There's nothing you should be ashamed of. So what's to hide?”

He didn't respond. He just stood there staring down at the ground beyond the obviously clean cut tip of that beautiful boy toy. I had to find a way to touch him, but what kind of message would that send to Susan? I couldn't take my eyes off Joey's item of interest.

Whether she noticed my visual interest in her son's penis or not I don't know, but she then dismissed them with, “You boys go over and swim for awhile, I want to talk to John.”

Oh shit, don't make them leave. I'm not done enjoying the sight.

As they walked away, it was very obvious the boy had had a round with the belt. The red stripes from his mother's wrath were very clearly adorning his milk white butt cheeks.

After the boys were obviously out of earshot she asked, “Now what do I do?”

“What do you mean?”

“How do I make it second nature for him to be naked out in the open? I want him to become comfortable with his body. I want him to be more like Roger.”

“Well, that may not happen. He's older than Roger. What I would do is follow through with making him stay naked until he starts growing hair down there. Make him stay naked all summer except when it means going somewhere where his nudity would cause you a problem.” Then I had an idea. “Hey, wait here, I have something to give to you.” I remembered my erotic draw to researching child massage. I had a few books dealing with massaging kids. One from China was illustrated with a mother massaging a six or seven year old boy. It even recommended massaging the genitals. I had a DVD video of an Asian mother actually doing the massage on a boy of six or seven. What was most erotic was how she attended to her son's erect penis extensively. After facial and upper body massage she got to his item of interest. She slowly rolled his genitalia around beneath her her loving touch and then pinched his glans and shook that baby all around and the kid giggled. As I went through the boxes in the bedroom I'd claimed as my home office, I was sure I'd need time to “unload” before I returned to her. Ah, there it is...

I placed the book and disk on the vanity in the master bathroom and “worked on making myself more presentable” before walking out in the open again. My motivation was imagining her following the direction of the book and video with her two boys. Maybe she'll ask me to help as she began the massage process.

“I bought these for my sister when she was expecting, but for some reason never got around to giving them to her.” My sister was never pregnant, but why the hell else would a single guy be in possession of such material?

Susan took the book and started paging through it. It explained the benefits of the massage and showed how to work on the child's face. About fifteen pages in, there were clear black and white half page photos of hands working on a juvenile erect penis and ball sack. She stopped and stared at the pictures.   She was not in the same hurry to move forward she'd been in before reaching that page. “You think this is okay?”

Act ignorant, John. Act ignorant. “Do I think what is okay?”

“Rubbing their little boy parts?”

Act nonchalant, John. Don't let your tone of voice crack. Be calm... “I guess so. It makes more sense than being standoffish. It makes the boy feel his penis and testicles are just a part of his body and nothing special. It might be just what Joey needs and it wouldn't hurt Roger either. Look the woman there isn't seeking a roll in the hay. She's just stimulating her son. I don't think they'd be allowed to publish the book if there was something questionable about the material. After all it was in the child health area at the bookstore.” Whew, that made sense, legitimized the material, and came out very maturely. Was it too little to get her comfortable with rubbing her boys' packages?

“What's on the disc?”

“Oh that's just a video instruction on how to massage your child. Since they used a boy as the model, I thought you might get some ideas on how to work with yours. Take it home, watch it and if you're comfortable with it try it. If not, bring it back.” Oh God, Susan, do the former not the later. Do it and let me watch. Let me record you doing it. Better yet, let me help.

She continued to page through the book. I'd forgotten the anal stimulation section. There was a picture of a mother's middle finger partially buried within the kid's rectum. “Holy shit. What in the hell?” Susan was aghast. “Shit, John, I don't think I can do that. I mean that's just not right!”

Maturely justify that, John. Disarm her, calm her down. The credibility of the entire book is being questioned at this point. Careful...

“Hey, I don't know. Read the damn book and see if they explain why you'd do that.” I acted a bit embarrassed about the photo and like I hadn't ever seen it before. Of course we know, that picture was one of the biggest drawing cards for me to buy the book in the first place, but Susan didn't need to know that. I read over her shoulder, “Here.” I pointed at a paragraph below the illustration. “'Stimulating your child's anal area will encourage healthy excretory functions. Simple penetration and a few in and out movements each time you massage should be sufficient.' Guess that's your answer.” After Susan read it for herself, I felt compelled to add, “Kind of makes sense if you think about it. I mean they aren't suggesting you concentrate on the area like they do for the genitalia. I suppose you could skip that, if you find it offensive.” In the back of my mind, I was thinking: If you do, I'll find a way to add it as time goes on.

“Look, Susan, read through the book and watch the video.   If you have questions we can look for answers together or you can do it yourself. If you want to try it with the boys, I'm here to try to help. I've never done this before, but we can figure it out together, or not. Truthfully, I really think it makes sense to try it on Joey. It can't help but desensitize him. It'd be more preventative for Roger. It's up to you. They're your kids.”

She left with the book and the disc. She was going to watch the demonstration while her boys were busily engaged splashing around the pool. I sat on the patio visually glued to the two boys. Joey was now flaccid and oblivious to my staring at his gifted appendage. Go and get your camera while you have the chance. No, if Susan sees you, it might spook her as to your intentions. Just watch today, tomorrow is another day.

It must have been three o'clock when I heard the knock on my patio door. It was Susan. She had the book and disc. My heart sunk when I saw her holding them. I assumed she'd decided to abandoned any interest in trying it and was completely disheartened. I slid the door open and she entered my kitchen area.

“You know what? Let's do this. I'll try if you help!” Holy shit! Act calm, John. Stay aloof.

“I guess it can only help. There's nothing there as far as I've seen that will cause any harm.”

“You need to come over tonight and we'll give it a shot. You can work on one boy and I'll do the other. I'm sure we'll be clumsy with this at first.”

I had to act disinterested. Doing so was going to risk being dis-invited, but it had to be done. “I don't know if I should be doing this, Susan. It seems like a parental function. I've only known the boys for a few days.”

“I don't care. You started this and now you have to help me learn how to do it. You need to come and help. Roger doesn't care if you touch him there, if that's what is bothering you.”

“Well, that is one of the things that was bothering me, if you want to know the truth.”

“You've got one yourself, so what's the problem. You know better than I how those things work. Please I need your help to get comfortable with this.'

“Okay, if you think me touching their more intimate areas is going to be okay with you and the boys, I'm game.” Act disinterested, John. Act disinterested and hesitant. “Any funny business though and I'm out of there. Agreed?”

“Agreed.”

Good time to reach for the stars I guess, so I offered, “You know I think we may get to the point that we should invite Steven's parents over. I mean if we get comfortable with it. Imagine making Joey lay there while Steven's sister and her friends do this kind of thing to him. Talk about embarrassment and humility, mean I'm just sayin'. Heck, if they are hippies, maybe we could get some pointers from them.”

'Let's not get the cart before the horse here, Buddy.” I think she knew where I was going.

Suddenly, Joey approached cringing and complaining, “Ooooooo, Mom, Roger punched me in the balls. God, it hurts.” The twelve year old was buckled over holding his nut sack.

“How'd that happen?” She asked not really hearing how ridiculous her question was.

Without thinking I said, “He just told you, Roger hit him in the balls.” We both laughed as she realized what she'd just asked. I turned my attention to Joey, “Here let me have a look.” The boy approached without the expected hesitation. We all know a punch to the balls will render any male helpless and even buckle him with pain, but given a few minutes everything will generally be back to normal. I was hoping Susan didn't know that. Male readers and I do and I'd bet Joey knew it too. I mean at twelve this wasn't the first time his nads had a trauma. He just wanted Roger to get in trouble, ideally to get his ass busted. Who was I to allow the opportunity to get close and personal with Joey's package pass me by, though. I wrapped my arm around his bare backside and pulled him closer to me. His beautiful boyhood was even with my eyes.

“Well, you're gonna' have to move your hands so I can have a look at it.” I was determined to accept this invitation to cop a feel. He move his hands away. I reached out and cradled the boy's pouch. Using my index and middle fingers, I teased its contents moving them around. As I did, Joey feigned further pain.” Latch on to that beautiful penis. Don't let this opportunity go. Grab that limp appendage. Go for it. I gently lifted the kid's phallus and acted as though I was checking out the shaft. Then gently squeezed the glans opening his pee slit. That's far enough, better stop at that. Mom's watching. Stop touching, your going to blow your credibility. I released my hold on his glans, patted his bare butt and said, “I think you'll live.”

With that Susan sent the boy packing. She didn't appear even remotely concerned over what I'd done. I, on the other hand, rejoiced over crossing the permission to touch threshold. She had no idea, nor did her son, of how arousing that moment was for me.

The close up view, the smell, and the feel of the boy's package was securely recorded in my memory. I was set for my bedtime fantasy that evening. That in combination with my invite to explore the benefits of child massage the following afternoon was all this guy could stand for that evening.

Things were moving faster than I could have imagined. My only regret was knowing I had to return to work after three short days. No more watching the naked kids recreating during the day. My pleasure was going to have to be limited to evenings and weekends.

To be continued.....

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