The Kids Next Door

The Kids Next Door 3

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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The third and final installment.

The Kids Next Door 3
by, Running Bare

I looked over from my morning coffee as Joey, still sporting his morning wood, wandered out to retrieve something from the pool area. I was amused that after a week of being exposed in their backyard, he still looked guardedly over his shoulders. He was obviously afraid someone would be entertained by his beautiful body. He was right. I was.

Just look at the smoothness of his body. Oh God, I want to feel the firm smoothness of his dimpled ass. I need to pull on that hard boy handle and feel his jelly bean sized testicles as they moved around inside the silky purse. Just a few minutes to get my day off to a great start. Joey doesn't deserve any clothing, ever. He doesn't have the right to hide such beauty from others.

Wonder how you'll feel when the kid starts growing hair. Are you going to get his mother to shave him? Time's getting short, my friend. You'd better get yourself prepared for that eventuality. Look at that penis, he's growing. Hair's not far behind. Six months at most. Oh, look at it bobbing aimlessly as the kid moves. That little knob is so inviting.

He picked up one of the pool toys and happened to look in my direction as he straightened up. The shock of seeing me sent him into momentary paralysis. As he instinctively reached down to cover himself, I told him to relax and there was nothing there I hadn't already seen, and, in fact, touched before. Actually I found myself questioning whether any boy with such body shyness would ever reach the point his little brother was still at-- “So, I'm naked. So what?”

He initiated a half-hearted greeting and I returned the favor. I also saw this as an opportunity to expand my role in introducing this amazingly handsome young boy's body to the broader world. I asked if he would like to earn a few bucks. He apprehensively asked, “Doing what?”

“Well, like washing my car.”

“How much will you pay me?”

Ah, the negotiations began. “Well, if you wear a pair of your underpants while you do it, ten bucks. If you do it naked, twenty bucks. Choice is yours.”

“How come I get more being naked?”

“I want you to feel free to expose yourself to others so they can see how handsome you are. And, I know your Mom doesn't like your shyness and this might help you get over it. You know, Joey, I've been looking at that penis of yours, in fact, I've rubbed that penis of yours many time this past week and I think you should be more comfortable with other folks seeing it. It's really a gift. Trust me. Twenty bucks, that's a lot of money. You could be done with the job in an hour and maybe no one will even see you.”

He looked as if he was busily considering the offer. I pushed, “Well?”

“Let me think about it.”

We left it there and he walked into the house. I really wanted to summon him over to me so I could have rubbed that stiffy, but had I done so I might have blown the deal I'd offered him. I would let his mother know what we'd discussed. Hopefully, she would insist on him taking the twenty dollar offer and make him do it. But, she still seemed soft with her discipline methods. Maybe, if she did make the boy do it naked in my driveway, when he finished mine, she'd make him do hers.

If the kid is wrangled into doing the job one way or the other, I'm going to make sure that I find fault with the job and make him stay out there for at least two hours. Use the white glove test. I'll make sure the car is close as possible to the sidewalk. Wouldn't it be cute to make him put the shop vac hose on that long appendage and ball sack and let it suck him in?

The mental visual was too much for me, but I was enjoying it too much to interrupt it.

Oh, shit, I'm going to do that to him, if he takes the job. Yep, I will playfully tease him, tackle him on the front lawn, spread his legs right there on the grass and plug him in to the vacuum hose. I'll bet his mother will enjoy watching that. For that matter so would the neighbors and any passerby. Heck, Susan might even put her vacuum to work for both boys during the nightly massages. Roger would giggle at the idea and quickly try it on himself. I'll bet Roger would wear the damned hose all day if he could. Think of something else. This is to arousing. Your little friend is waking up down there. Get up and get another cup of coffee while you can with some dignity.

I'd guess it was eleven that morning that Joey, penis flopping about as he walked, came over to me as I trimmed the hedges in the backyard.   I think he must have had an ominous fleeting thought of me using the hedge shears to trim off his penis because he clutched it tightly as he began talking.

“I'll do it.”

“Do what?”

“I'll wash your car in my underwear.”

Not what I was hoping for.

“Why not double your money and do it naked?”

“I don't want to.”

I asked him if he'd discussed it with his mother. He said he'd told her about it. I, of course, asked the obvious question.

“Well, what'd she think?”

Head down he mumbled, “She thought I should do it naked. She said twenty dollars was a lot of money.”

Think quick. How can you manipulate this so he's out there naked? Maybe, you could use his mother's counsel to him and make it sound kind of legalistic.

“Well, you know, your mother is your representative while you're a kid, and if she wants you to do it naked for the twenty, I'll have to insist you do it naked. Just think, an hour naked washing the car and you're in the money. Besides, maybe if you start it first thing in the morning, not many people will happen by. Maybe none.”

Of course, I'll be out there with the ol' digital camera taking pictures the entire time, but you'll forget about that after the first fifteen minutes or so. The vacuum, John, the vacuum part. You have to get someone to take pics during the vacuum part. Oooopppps, there goes Mr. Penis again. Quit imagining rolling around on the lawn, laughing and trying to get the kid into position to seal that suction over his pubis.

I imagined the sound of the shop vac as it strained, securely locked to surrounding skin, while pulling the boy's ball sack and penis into its three inch hose opening.

Quit! Quit! Hide your bulge. Turn back toward the hedges. Be nonchalant about it.

I began clipping the hedge again. “So, you want to do it now, this afternoon, or tomorrow morning?”

Waiting for until the next morning was going to be difficult. I wanted it now. But, heck the next morning would expose him to more people. I could spend the rest of the day and the evening plotting the activities to put the kid through during the activity.

“I guess tomorrow morning.”

He bought my idea. It think he was counting on the morning giving him better odds at being not discovered. What he didn't know is even if he started at seven, I'd find reasons for him to be out there at ten as well.

In fact, I will make sure not to be available to get him started until nine. But he doesn't need to know that.

During our conversation, I was suddenly struck with how well his backside and genitals were tanning up. Requiring him to spend time in the pool each day was paying off. He still had faint, but obvious, tan lines, but we were well on the way to erasing them. I made a mental note to mention that to his mother. All I could do was anticipate the following morning and plot a way to get him out of his underpants without having to literally force strip him.

What if you playfully turn the hose on him. Tell him you want him to be wet while he does the job. The dowsing would render those tighty-whities invisible for the most part. Perhaps you could call on his vulnerability to having his boyhood being seen and bring the now see-through underpants to his attention. Then it'd be easier to sell him on just taking them off so he could double his pay. Might work. Then again, maybe Susan could help figure a plan. Either way I'm committed to making the kid unobstructedly on display to the neighborhood for at least two hours that next day.

I needed to talk to Susan. We needed a plan.

No, what you really need now is some lap time with Roger. Where the hell is he?

Joey returned home. I continued my backyard maintenance and vowed to skip the front. I had every intention to assign trimming, sweeping, watering and weeding in front of my unit to Joey. And, he would do it naked. I was committed.

Hey, Mrs. Dubinski has a car. Maybe she needs it washed. She'd love a naked twelve year old washer. Wonder if she could use him to help clean up around her yard too? Talk to Susan about it.

What really brought laughter to my morning was visualizing a completely naked contingent of three boys knocking on the Broderick's door to see if they could wash her car. Wouldn't that be hysterical?

“Hey, Meagan have you got a shop vac the boys can use to pleasure themselves while they vacuum your car?” or “Don't worry about the grill, they'll use their penises to clean between the holes.” Oh! Oh! I know. Wait until she's got guests with female children and then send the boys over, penises flopping, to solicit the job. Shame on you. Quit antagonizing the bitch.

The early following morning I was beckoned by a knocking at my patio door. There stood Joey in a pair of Calvin Klien briefs. He was there to wash my car. I had to think of something quick to delay the job. I slid the door opened and said I'd forgotten I had a dental appointment at eight o'clock and wouldn't be back with my car until nine thirty at the earliest. He could do it then. I was bullshitting him, I didn't have a dentist appointment, but I wanted to maximize his exposure to the neighbors. I took the time to go out to breakfast instead. Besides, I hadn't really discussed a plan to get him naked for the job with his mother, but we could plot that when I got back. Actually the hosing him down plan made even more sense the more I thought about it.

I drove around until 9:45 that morning. When I returned I called Susan and asked her to send Joey over. But, I also asked for her to come with him so I could put my plan into action. Joey returned still in his briefs. I told him the buckets, soap and cleaning tools were in the garage which I opened for him. He was a bit apprehensive as he looked out at the street before venturing into the wide opened garage. I pointed to the buckets and supplies and told him the hose was hooked up to the side faucet.

Susan and I discussed my game plan. After the kid got started, I'd go out and pretend a playful motive and drench him with the hose. She and I would then call his attention to the fact his “privates” were fully exposed by the wet cotton. Susan would then order him to take them off based on the fact that people passing by could see his boy parts and backside anyway. Why not get the full twenty dollars?

We followed the plan. He argued that the underpants would dry and hide him again. I said, no, I would make sure he was always wet while he did it. His mother demanded his briefs. There was a mention of how bad a belt would feel on a wet ass. Joey relented. The tenting in the front of his white underpants was quite pronounced. He finally succumbed to the chiding from me and his mother and reluctantly slid the wet attire off.   Now he was completely naked and his five to six inch boner was parallel to the ground.

Each time a car would come down the street, he'd run to hide behind the front of my car. I finally decided to act playful and grab him as he headed that way and hold him fully displayed until the passing motorists had had an opportunity to enjoy the sight. The first time I did it he cried and wiggled violently to try to free himself. To no avail. Thank heavens the driver took the time to beep and let us know he/she enjoyed the show. One of the neighbors from up the street came by walking her dog and I made sure she got the full view as well. Then there were the joggers. One of them even stopped to chat. He was interested in why “your son” was naked. I didn't correct him, I just told him the boy liked being free of clothes and would be spending the summer naked. He pointed out that it didn't look that way to him, “The kid is on the verge of tears. Sure looks shy to me. But, he is hung like a pony, isn't he?”

After he'd washed the car. I did my “white glove” inspection. I made him follow me around as I pointed out areas he needed to give more attention. Then I told him he'd also have to vacuum the car to complete the job. Roger finally showed up, dick swing and completely comfortable as usual.

“Hey, John, I want to earn money too.”

“Okay, Roger, I'll think of something you can do. In the meantime why don't you walk along the street down there and see if there is any litter and pick it up. I'll give you a dollar for that. Here. Here's a trash bag. If you do the whole block, I'll make it three bucks.” The naked little boy took off walking down the length of the block and picking up a minimal amount of trash. When he returned, I sent him up toward Brodericks.

John, you conniving S.O.B. You're intent on frustrating the bitch.

During that walk around inspection, I purposely inspected the insides of the plastic grill holes. They were not the cleanest. When I brought it to Joey's attention, he told me there wasn't a brush small enough to get in those holes. Feeling quite erotic and having dreamed of this scenario, I told him to soap up his penis and rub it back and forth in each hole. I even handed him a cup of soapy water to dip it in. He, of course, balked at doing that. I insisted even suggesting that I back the car into the driveway so he could get the benefit of the light from the morning sun. What I really wanted was for passersby to see the naked boy impaling the grill with his rock hard boner. After making him comply, the method proved ineffective, but I let it pass. His mother didn't though. She has the video. Actually she was in hysterical laughter for the first few minutes of the ordeal.

After Joey finished “rewashing” the grill, I told him he'd have to sit in the grass and wait for the driveway to dry up a little before he could use the vacuum. I mean who would send a kid out to a puddled driveway with an electric appliance?

Roger joined his brother who was sitting under a small weeping crab apple that was centered in my front yard. Joey had his arms wrapped around his drawn up legs. His compressed scrotum was peeking from between them. Roger struck a pose where the muscles in his well-tanned legs were flexed as he stared with a blank gaze into the distance. The eight year old blond's ice blue eyes were locked on nothing in particular as he unconsciously pinched the glans of his penis. The muscles in his little calves were well pronounced. His oval knee caps accentuated them well.

God, look at those muscular little legs. How in the hell did he, they, get such beautifully shaped legs? I wonder if it's genetics? No, it must be the swimming, running and bike riding. I sure hope Susan keeps them in short-shorts when school starts. I'll have to work on a way to keep those legs exposed even during the snowy months. Why not? I mean little girls often wear dresses in the winter, why not make the boys keep their legs exposed? For these two it should be from their ankles to the bottoms of their ass cheeks. Enough drooling, better get the vacuum set up. You are excited at the idea of sucking them in, aren't you? Quit staring at the naked boys and get the damn vacuum out. They'll be naked when you come back. Shoot, they'll be naked for the entire summer, if you have anything to say about it.

I brought out my shop vac and plugged it into an extension cord I'd run from the garage. The boys both got up and approached as I turned it on to make sure everything was set. I put the three inch opening of the hose up against my shirt clad stomach to sample the suction. Then without warning I grabbed the naked twelve year old and pushed it over his genitals. The vacuum whined a high pitch whine as it locked itself to the skin around his penis and scrotum. He fought to free himself with a bit of fear in his eyes. Roger just stood there laughing.

Finally freeing himself from the vacuum lock, Joey backed up crying. I think it was a mix of fear and embarrassment but he was pissed at me.

“Oh, come on Joey, it didn't hurt you. What the hell are you crying about?”

The younger boy jumped around yelling, “Do it to me! Do it to me!” He guardedly approached with his hips thrust forward and I sucked his little package right in. He giggled and playfully wiggled his ass side to side while supporting the end of the hose around his groin.

Seeing his little brother's antics and bravery caused Joey to chuckle through his tears. I think he came to the realization that he hadn't been hurt during the ordeal. Perhaps it was my forcing it upon him. In any case, we all three lost sight of where we were. Wonder if any neighbors enjoyed the show.

Before we put things away Susan came over to take some pictures of her naked sons. Roger turned the vacuum on again and hollered to his mother to watch. He went through his antics again and she made a short video of the whole thing.

“Wonder if it's suitable for YouTube?”

I had to encourage her, “Upload it and see if it flies. All they can do is take it down. Gotta admit, it's cute.” I followed up with, “Hey, Joey, it's your turn!”

He would have no part of that.

I did get him to do my landscape work naked as the day he was born. The kid looked so cute with those beautifully shaped legs, solid torso and sizable boy package with mud and dirt smears all over them. I wanted to bathe him, but he'd find that “gay”. Where Joey usually was sporting a hard-on during those occasions, Roger was usually flaccid. I wondered if he'd ever get to a stage in development where he would not want to be naked. Maybe the kid was a born nudist?

I had my fully exposed twelve year old neighbor out in front of my condo trimming my hedges. As I looked out the window, I could see the mother with two little girls—one I'd place at six or seven the other Roger's age—coming down the street. The younger child on her bike would ride ahead a few hundred feet and then return to circle her walking mother and older sister. Then Joey caught her eye and she quickly rushed back to her mother and sibling to report what lay ahead. Both the mother and older girl looked in the direction the helmet clad sibling was pointing. That was signal enough for me to wander out to check on Joey's progress. He was still unaware of the approaching audience.

I turned and greeted the trio as I walked down toward the sidewalk. The woman was quick to probe, “Your son's naked. Isn't that a little bit out of line?”

As with others I never straightened out my relationship with Joey or Roger. I kind of liked being thought of as their father. What I did do was introduce myself to the mother while the little girls gawked. Joey was embarrassed as hell and his penis quickly responded to the scrutiny of the girls.

The woman and her kids were from two blocks down. They were the Rankins. Sherry, the mother, was a bit intrigued too. I could almost see her waiting for Joey to turn around so she could check out the front. The girls were giggling but completely comfortable with the butt view.

“He has a problem with body acceptance and this is part of his therapy. Our neighborhood bylaws permit us to make our pre-teens come outside naked. Actually, since we've started the whole naked thing, Joey's made some great strides in body acceptance.”

“Well, my girls have never seen a naked boy. Their father is quite shy about his body and guarded about them seeing him naked. I don't know if this is such a good idea or not.”

“What's that?”

“You having the boy out in front of the house totally naked.”

Who in the hell does she think she is? It isn't her call. Be civil, John, be civil. Don't bite her head off.

“I'm sorry you find it offensive. Perhaps you would prefer to take your walks on Edmonton Street instead. It'd only take you a block out of your way. I mean, if my occasional 'lawn ornament' is offensive to you, you could avoid it that way.” Then to make it more irritating. “Joey. Joey, come down here.”

The embarrassed boy turned exposing his five to six inch stiff appendage. He knew better than to even attempt to cover it. It swayed back and forth with each step as he approached with his head held low.

To my surprise, Sherry let out an, “Oh my God, the kid's beautiful. Really, gifted in the you know what area, isn't he?”

I couldn't believe my ears. Joey came down and stood before the woman. “Joey, this is Mrs. Rankin. She doesn't like you being naked in front of her girls.”

He stood unresponsive, head down and very obviously embarrassed as hell. Then an incredible thing happened.

“My girls have never seen a penis, at least, that I know of. Maybe it isn't such a bad idea at that. They're old enough to know what the opposite sex looks like.”

The younger one was bent over looking Joey in the glans. She was amazed and had a questioning look on her face. The older girl just stood looking on with a grin.

Anxious to further antagonize Joey I asked, “Would it be okay to let them feel him?”

Sherry had a pensive look on her face. “I don't know if that would be appropriate.”

“We're both here to supervise. I'm not inviting them to do anything but fill a little of that curiosity.”

“Cindy, do you want to feel Joey's penis?” Her mother asked.

The younger girl just nodded affirmatively. I instructed Joey to put his hands behind his back and allow the little girls to feel his package. And feel they did. They were timid at first. Cindy touched the glans with her finger tip, but then grabbed hold with her tight little fist. Sherry cautioned her not to hurt Joey. I could have cared less. The older girl was quick to explore his penis but seemed to zero in more on his scrotum. I explained that boys had testicles inside the “bag” and she could feel them if she gently pressed her finger against the skin. She did and turned with a smile that reflected her discovery.

Actually, this could be a good time for Roger or Roger and Steven to show up. Each of the females could have their own study aid. Maybe you should summon the younger boys from their pool play so the girls could get some penis play.

“Joey's younger brother and his friend are back in the pool. They are naked almost all the time. Would you like to meet them too?”

“Oh, I don't think so.   I think we should be on the way. I'm sure there are going to be questions thrown at me for the rest of the day. Maybe some other time we can meet the other little boys.”

With that Cindy, the younger girl, begged, “Oh, please, Mom. Please. I wanna see the other naked boys. Please.”

“No young lady. You've seen enough for today. Let's go.”

With that the mother and her now a bit more worldly girls trekked onward. Much to my dismay, I might add.

Later that day, I told Susan about the Rankins visit. She was beside herself having missed watching it. She just kept asking me to replay the touching part and the girls' reaction. I did tell her the mother's attitude was less than endearing at first. But then she warmed up. I reassured her I'd find a way to call her to the scene should a similar occurrence happen.

That spring and summer, Susan started requiring more front yard stuff from her naked twelve year old. He complied albeit hesitantly. Many motorists honked in recognition of seeing a show they enjoyed. Other neighborhood kids would stop their bike rides and take in the view. Neighbors could be seen watching out their living room windows as their exhibitionist neighbor kid put on his show. I could only imagine how the Brodericks were taking it. I think Meagan secretly loved it, but felt compelled by social correctness to complain. Of course, Susan documented the whole naked scene for the boys' baby books.   Add Steven to the mix and you can just imagine the beauty of the whole scene.

It was an interesting day on August 8 of that year—Roger's birthday. He had requested a party opened to his friends from school. Susan busily began to prepare to have ten to fifteen little eight and nine year olds, boys and girls, at the house for four hours. Turns out, Shelia, had come down to offer her assistance and I was asked to provide some of the supervision. I distinctly remember the rush of eroticism as I causally asked, “You gonna make Roger stay naked?” Susan's response, right in front of Shelia, surprised me.

“They're all going to swim aren't they? How do I make Roger swim?”

Be still my heart. She's going to make the kid show all to his classmates and their parents? I am so excited I don't know if I can wait for a week and a half to be a part of that. I'd take off from work for a week to be a part of this show. What about Joey? Him too? I sure hope so.

“Good, I know how to dress, I mean not dress, Steven. He can just saunter down naked as well. I thought I'd have to buy a bathing suit for the kid. Saves me some bucks!” Sheila was on board. “We really need to warn the other kids' mothers about the boys, don't you think. Maybe a short note on the invites?”

I had to join the planning at this point. I was envisioning a hoard of naked little boys running around for the day. I'd be able to use my camera extensively. “Hey, why don't you just tell the mothers the boys will be naked for swimming and suits are not necessary. We could supply the towels for them.”

Susan obviously was over-thinking, “Well, there will be a few girls too. Wouldn't that be awkward? I mean having naked kids of both genders?”

Shelia, ever the hippy, replied, “They're just eight and nine years old. The girls could swim naked too. What the hell's the difference at that age?”

Yeah, but it is much more arousing making the boys be naked and the girls attired. All those swinging little penises to entertain the opposite sex. If they're all naked, there'd be no embarrassment.   No I like Susan's idea. Just the boys. Say something!

“When I was a boy, we had to swim naked at various venues. But the girls were expected to maintain their modesty. Look at it this way Shelia, you guys make Steven romp naked, but your girls are always covered up. Isn't that an indication you and George are teaching them they have the right to modesty? Steven being a boy, doesn't. No, I think Susan's right, just the boys. I think making the boys be naked and leaving the girls to modesty is the way to go.”

Susan, still the cautious, inquired, “Do you think there'd be kids who couldn't come if we do this? I mean mothers who don't approve of their son's being fully exposed, or mothers who don't want their girls in the middle of a bunch of naked boys?”

Our hippy friend took a hard line, “Well that's the way it is. If they are so prudish not to appreciate making their boys run around naked, they'd have to miss the party. Oh well...” She opened the package of balloon covered invitations. “Now, do we have the boys delivered naked or do we make them strip here?”

This is your chance. Share your vision. “It'd be easiest to make them bring them naked, but there are some boys who'd not want to come if they knew they'd be naked. We can offer the option. I mean the mothers will know how to best take care of it with their own kids.”

Hello, you have some stuff you've collected that will help with how to word this. Think John, think! “Wait, I have an old newspaper clipping from '71. It's an ad for swim lessons at a Boys' Club. Let me go get it.”

I went thorough my clippings and naked swim stuff. There it was. I grabbed the file and proudly plopped it down on Susan's kitchen table. Both ladies were truly attentive.

“Here's the first item going up for bid. The article is about swim lessons at a school pool. 'Girls are required to wear bathing caps suits will be furnished. Boys do not wear bathing suits'.”

“Well we aren't furnishing suits for the girls!”

“No, but the whole thing is boys often had to swim naked in my boyhood days. This article kind of proves it. Here's another article from a different paper.” I read aloud “'All boys registered for instruction are requested to bring their own towels to each of the classes. Swim trunks or suits will not be used. Parents and families invited to attend...'” I shuffled through the papers, “Here's still another from...”

Susan half teasingly asked, “Where in the hell did you find all this stuff? And, why do you have it?”

“I told you, I collected this kind of stuff for my sister when she was expecting. I didn't want my nephew to be hung up about his body. I wanted what Roger has for him so he didn't get Joey's self-consciousness.”

“Oh shit! Joey? What are we going to do with Joey?”

Shelia was first to respond, “Make him come nude, too. I love to watch that kid blush. You know I grab his dick just to watch him choke up. It'd be good for him to be naked especially if there are little girls there too.”

I couldn't help myself. “She's right. It'd probably be good for him.”

Susan seemed to accept the advice. She turned to the invites and wrote a blurb which was copied almost verbatim from the newspaper articles I'd provided. “Here, hows this? 'Swimming will be an activity. I will provide towels. Girls are required to wear suits. Boys will not wear bathing suits.'”

Shelia remarked, “Sounds better than saying the boys will swim naked. You sure the mothers will get the message?”

“They will after they get here.”

Make a suggestion. “There's a way to make the whole message less ambiguous. Why don't we take a picture of Roger, Joey and Steven skinny dipping and use it as the cover of the invitation. I mean the balloons are festive, but the three naked boys at the pool send a stronger message. Let me take a picture of them naked at the pool and I'll have some invites printed. I have an outlet that can have them in our hands within two days. We can even have them print the blurb so all you have to do is address and send them.”

“There ya go!” Shelia was sold.

“Okay, let's get them naked and in the pool.” Susan was on board.

I spent a half hour snapping images of the three naked boys in the pool. Joey was, as expected, very timid about showing is bareness below the waist. I forced his compliance and had both frontal and rear shots of all of them as they played. I sorted through the images and looked for the ones where the boys weren't looking at the camera. I wanted a candid. The one we settled on, in fact, had a front shot of Joey (flaccid unfortunately), side view of Roger and backside of Steven.

Invitations were printed and sent. Neither of us felt sending out such “suggestive” invitations wouldn't cause the parents of the recipients to question whether they wanted their kids to go to such a place. But, we felt, if they didn't, then they didn't. Turned out that the afternoon of the party, there was quite a crowd in spite of the invitation. The overflow was in my yard where we'd set up a grill and our patio tables so the kids could grab a bite. It was glorious. There were fourteen kids, thirteen of whom were Roger and Steven's age, and Joey. I'd be lying if I said his penis wasn't noticed by all including the mothers dropping their kids off. I'm sure more than one parent left with a photographic souvenir of my well hung neighbor. Interestingly, most of the little boys arrived nude. Even more interesting was so many of them weren't a bit put out about public exposure. Though there were a couple. One of them was ready to leave instead of attending, bu this mother insisted he strip naked right there in the backyard.

So much for mothers not being into exposing their boys through forced nudity. It was evident, on the whole, they were excited by the opportunity. Even with clothed little girls in attendance. Apparently, two standards—one for girls and one for boys—was fully accepted. Three girls were in attendance and it was obvious they were entertained by the naked boys. The boys on the other hand were oblivious to the girls' interests. They just wanted to play. Well except for...

“Rachel Lynn Pritchard, what do you think you are doing?” I looked toward the boisterous corrective mother. The little girl quickly withdrew her hand from Roger's genitals. It was all just a quick shot. I'm not sure Roger was even aware he was about to be grabbed. “Young lady, you should be ashamed of yourself.”

Stay out of it, John. Let's just hope the kid gets a green light from some other adult. Not you though. It'd be viewed as perverted coming from a male. Let one of the women handle it.

Enter Susan, “What happened?”

“My lustful daughter felt she had the right to latch on to Roger's boy thing there.”

“It's okay. Let her feel it. She wasn't hurting him was she?”

“No, but isn't he entitled to controlling his own body? I mean making them run around naked it one thing, but making them let the other kids feel their privates is another.”

“Well, in our family no boy has 'privates' until he reaches puberty. I mean look at Joey over there. He may have privates soon, but close doesn't count. Second, I want the boys to look at their genitalia as just a part of their bodies. Now if Rachel was grabbing Roger hand, would you have yelled at her?”

“No.”

“So what's the difference. Roger's hand is no less a part of is body as his penis or backside. It's a good opportunity for Rachel to learn about sexual differences, and to reinforce Roger's innocent acceptance of his body. If she wants to play with his penis, it's okay. And Roger knows if he doesn't allow her touch him he'll be punished. The same goes for Joey.”

John, be careful. Maybe you shouldn't have listened to that. But, oh God, wasn't it exciting? Now Rachel get your little hand wrapped around Roger's...no go after Joey. Yeah, Rachel grab Joey's package. Look he's over there in the pool. He's not moving. Bet he's already stiff. Oh, so little time and so many choices. You go girl.

The mother then called out, “Rachel, you can touch him, but be careful not to hurt him.”

And touch she did. When she made her initial contact, Roger smiled broadly and thrust his penis and scrotum out from the hips to encourage her exploration. It wasn't long before a stiffy sprung up. She'd have a story to tell on the first day of school, especially if my short-shorts clad and hopefully free balling neighbor was assigned to her same class. Note to John, build a case for free balling to sell Susan on the concept for both boys.

Thankfully, there were many spontaneous boners to be seen. I don't think there was a fifteen minute period that there weren't at least three hard-ons in the group, and they were pointed out both by the little girls and the four mothers who volunteered to help Susan and Shelia. I stood at the grill admiring the view and wishing we could spend time with the massage program with all of them. That afternoon not one of the boys was permitted to cover up from the time they arrived until the time they left.

I wished I could have listened to the mothers' conversations as Susan and Shelia preached the “boys should be kept naked” gospel. I could only hope the concept took hold throughout the community. Additionally, wouldn't it be great to listen to the conversations at school the following month? You know those little girls were going to talk about Roger's birthday party and there'd be a whole lot of little girls disappointed they didn't get invited.

Incredibly after a month of forced nudity, Joey lost what I would call the constant hard-on. He was no longer stimulated by just being naked. The erections slowly became more audience and touch induced and the time between such instances showed a boy who was sporting a flaccid four incher rather than a five or six inch stiffy. I'd say the whole forced nudity thing worked very well. I'd recommend it to parents of shy boys.

Just for the record, I was able to “sell” Susan on the short-shorts for the boys even during the winter months. Both began the school year not only in skimpy shorts but also going commando (free balling). Unfortunately, Joey was able to get out from under the dress code by that November. Try as I might, I couldn't sell Susan on shaving the wisp of pubic hair he'd grown. On the other hand, she did make the boy succumb to the massage sessions until that February. She used to like playing with his hairs as she massaged him. He was very perturbed having to continue those sessions which made me hotter.

Roger never seemed to develop Joey's level of modesty. He never seemed uncomfortable being naked in front of anyone anywhere. Guess people are different. I'm not sure which of the two outlooks was correct, but I do know which I preferred.

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