Triangle Sailing Camp 4

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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Triangle Sailing Camp 4—Going to School in Brazil

Now, I don’t know what you think about the South American attitudes about kid nudity. One would suspect it wasn’t a big deal. The truth is it really wasn’t. It wasn’t uncommon for us to see nude kids on the beaches but most of them were under seven or eight years, but there were a few as old as twelve and thirteen sporting a light bush. Generally though, when we graced the beach, we were usually the oldest nudists. That said child nudity wasn’t as wholesale as we were led to believe. It was apparent most of the visitors presented their young covered in swim attire. Locals, more often than not, covered their children’s genital areas. So, yes the four of us were pretty much always the topic of conversation and gawking wherever we went. Shoot even the children on those beaches weren’t shy about spontaneously latching on to our penises and squeezing our ball sacks. Adults were more likely just to take photos of us. Occasionally they’d caress our boy parts and butts. Not only was it annoying and sometimes painful to visit these places, but it also was embarrassing and humiliating. We really never “got used to it”.

When we docked in Natal, Brazil, our now evenly tanned bodies did draw more than just passing glances. We got the usual pointing, laughing, and staring. On the dock there must have been fifteen or twenty girls our age. They were all wearing what appeared to be uniforms—navy blue jumpers, white blouses, white ankle length socks and black athletic style shoes. There was a woman who was obviously in-charge of them. They were pointing giggling and speaking what I thought was Spanish but was to learn later was Portuguese. But, hey, even ask me today, I don’t see much difference. In fact Angie didn’t seem to have too much trouble interpreting for the rest of us. She said it wasn’t the same as Spanish, but the words were a lot alike.

Two of the girls were directed by the adult to cast lines to Joey at the stern and me at the bow. And, yes, my dick was hard and bouncing around which did garner me unwelcomed attention from the group.

The woman boarded the boat and immediately hugged Miss Stoddard firmly. They did look quite happy to see each other. Then Stoddard ordered us to line up on the dock to receive our “company”. As we stood there hands behind our backs, legs spread and staring straight ahead, the school girls walked past each handling our goods as they did. Then Miss Stoddard’s friend told her, in heavily accented English, we couldn’t come to the school without proper attire. That announcement was welcomed to my ears and I’m more than sure by the rest of the boys. The woman handed her a bag which Miss Stoddard opened.

“Boys, we are going to visit a Brazilian school today. This is Senhorita Chavez, she teaches what to you is fifth grade. As you can see, she has an all girls’ class. Unfortunately, the headmaster said you boys can’t be kept nude for the school visit. Senhorita Chávez and the girls brought boys’ uniforms for you to wear. Each of you will cooperate as one of her students dresses you.”

With that four of the girls were dispatched by the teacher to help us dress. They put white dress short sleeved shirts on us and buttoned the buttons. I don’t know whether all the boys in the school wore these shirts but they didn’t have tails like my dress shirts at home. The school crest was embroidered on the left pocket. The shirts were hemmed squared more like camp shirts. This caused the shirt bottom to just clear the top of my penis. My woody was peeking out from underneath. I think it was stiff because of the strange but cute dark skinned girl who was buttoning the shirt at the time. She groped my ball sack after buttoning the bottom button. Her unexpected touch caused me to shiver a bit. Then, like she did it all the time, she flipped up my shirt collar and put a tie around my neck. I couldn’t believe the kid knew how to tie it. This was something my mother or father did on formal occasions for me, but to have a girl my age know how to do it was a bit embarrassing. After she slid the knot up to my chin and returned the collar to its proper position. I stood there awaiting shorts, pants or whatever. But, they weren’t forthcoming. Instead the girl playfully tickled the bottom of my butt cheeks and giggled. Then, with a slap on my left ass cheek, she sent me on my way back to aft deck.

Looking down the line, all four of us had penises of various lengths stiffly peeking out from under our shirts. Curious to where the rest of the uniform was I asked, “Miss Stoddard, aren’t we supposed to wear pants, or shorts, or something, too?”

Senhorita Chavez responded for her, “Oh no! We didn’t bring boys’ shorts for you. As part of our respect for your uniforms, you will be permitted to wear the bottom part of yours and the top part of ours while you visit our school and town. That way the town will know for this day you are a part of our school. Our boys wear short shorts with their uniforms. But, your bald headed little dickies are sooo cute I want everyone in Natal to see them. They are a curiosity to the girls and I’m sure they will get a lot of attention from our boys too.”

Permitted? Permitted? What the hell did she mean permitted? Apparently she thought we liked being naked and publicly exposed. It was as if she was apologizing that we had to wear the shirts and ties.

The girls were told to join hands with their charges and walk in a group. So off we went down the dock to the streets of Natal. Now, if you’d asked me about Natal, Brazil before our trip, I wouldn’t have had a clue. But it wasn’t long until I realized the city was pretty big. There were tall buildings and heavily trafficked streets. There we were four exposed boys on at least partial display. Our penises waved side to side from under the hem of the shirts as we walked. Our ass cheeks also flashed back and forth with each step. We were reminded not to cover and to allow picture taking and occasional touching that might occur. The girls were encouraged to invite folks to do both. We ended up in a busy area of the town—people on bikes, cars passing by and honking, people walking here and there—just a general hubbub. Yes, we were the only nude people present. I mean everyone was clothed with at least a pair of shorts, but not us. Yes, we were an item of interest to most. Don’t let anyone tell you naked kids don’t catch attention, we did. To make matters worse, those pills Stoddard demanded we take kept our dicks stretched to full length for most of the walk. (I say most as I think we’d have been hard without the damned pills.)

Angie kept an eye on my bouncing penis as I walked and would sometimes grab and rub it to amuse the locals who might stare. That sure increased the chuckling and definitely staring. It also often resulted in the viewer requesting a turn, which was always granted. Stoddard saw to that.

When we finally arrived at the school, we were waltzed past kids who were between five or six years old and fourteen or fifteen. All of the boys wore white button shirts emblazoned with the school emblem on the pocket and ties just like the ones we had on. The only difference was they were tucked into very short, pressed navy blue shorts which we would have died to have. The girls wore navy jumpers and white blouses. And, yes we did draw attention from the school kids, especially those closer to our age. Right away my penis was a target for exploration. Little hands of both girls and boys were uninhibited in copping feels. Stoddard told me it was because it was so long and the kids were intrigued with it. She also explained the obvious, “and those bare dickheads all of you boys have is novel to these kids. The boys here aren’t cut. Both the boys and the girls just wonder what it feels like. They won’t hurt it let them explore.” Easy for her to say.

I was momentarily amused at the thought that came to my mind but could never be uttered, “They don’t have tits either. Why not let them play with yours?”

I have to admit, the other three boys were also being physically accosted occasionally as well. But, most of the interaction was looking and giggling.

As we stood there with our hands behind our backs, legs spread and our penises and balls exposed below the formal shirt and tie, a woman who appeared grandmotherly approached. She, Stoddard, and Westerfield smiled broadly as she approached and they excitedly embraced each other. It was clear they were old friends. The Captain smiled broadly as she stood with her arm around the woman’s waist. “Boys and girls this is Minha Senhora Gomez, she is the headmaster—principal—here at São Pedro Escola.”

After walking down the line and looking each of us in the eye while she briefly manipulated our boyhoods, she returned to a position between the assembled student body and us. I glimpsed at the kids from the school and they were pretty much all intrigued with our midsections. Very few if any were looking at our faces. Then, standing with Stoddard and Westerfield, Gomez spoke to us in heavily accented English. “We are happy to have you at Sao Pedro today. Please visit our classrooms and enjoy your day.”

Westerfield then warned our keepers, “Girls make sure your boys behave themselves. Each of you will accompany your charge wherever he goes. Don’t hesitate to smack their backsides if they need it. Boys, if you go on report you will get the belt in front of the entire student body, understand?” We all nodded our understanding. After that warning she nodded to the headmaster who in turn shouted something in Portuguese. The girls who dressed us then ran over and stood beside us. They grabbed our respective stiff shafts allowing our peter heads to poke out. They smiled and some kid with a camera took our pictures while the girls continued the stranglehold. Many of the kids in the student body giggled as this took place. None of us found it amusing. Having noticed our embarrassment and puzzled expressions, the principal explained they had a school newspaper and the photo would be front page in the next publication. She also explained they’d share the photo with the local newspaper for publication. In my mind there was an echo of a sarcastic, “Great, that’s just great. In case you missed it, here is a photo of our semi naked visitors.”

Then Stoddard reassured us, “Don’t worry boys, Senhora Gomez is going to post copies of the articles on the school website and we will make sure copies get home to your families.”

Following that Gomez made a half whispered comment to the Captain it was obvious I wasn’t supposed to be privy to. I couldn’t help but show interest though as her eyes were definitely glued to my penis. “That boy is long, huh? His legs are very nice shape and good muscles.” It was enough to cause me immediate embarrassment beyond that we all already shared. “I must touch them.”

“We’ll see to it he’s sent to your office Marcella. You enjoy all you want.” The Captain reassured.   That brought an immediate smile to her face.

Stoddard hollered, “Boys and girls you are to visit the classrooms. Our host girls will show you around. Angie and Sean come over here a moment.”

Immediately I thought, “Uh, oh, here it comes.” We approached Stoddard, Captain Carolyn, and the Gomez lady.

“Sean, you and Angie are to spend some time with Senhora Gomez. Angie, she is to have complete access to Sean’s body. Whatever she wants he’s to do or comply. You standby and help unless she dismisses you from her office. Understand?”

Angie nodded in her quiet and compliant way and I just gulped. I’d seen the woman’s stare and overheard the quiet comments she made to Westerfield. To say I wasn’t apprehensive about the whole visit would be a lie.

When we entered the office, the principal was seated behind a large oak desk. She motioned me to come to her. Angie gave me a push in her direction. Standing beside her as she sat in a leather-covered very large desk chair, her boney fingers began tickling my ball sack. Then she concentrated her touch on my stiff penis. She rolled that bad boy around and just kept staring at it. Eventually she loosened my tie and unbuttoned my shirt all the way down. She traced down my partially exposed upper torso with a longer than average index finger nail, down the chest over the stomach and slowly encircling my navel. Eventually her tickling went down and over my penis and balls sack. “Let’s get all this clothing off you. I need to see all of your beautiful boy body.”   She slid the tie over my head without undoing the knot and threw it to Angie. Then the shirt was slipped off and handed to her. “You won’t need those shoes.” Nodding toward my flip flops. I removed them and stood there in all my naked glory.

Patting her desk, she said, “Sit.” Taking the cue I pushed up and sat on her desk right in front of her. “No, no, you sit with legs apart.” I allowed her to spread my knees apart exposing my still very hard penis. It wasn’t long until her hands began massaging my inner thighs. “Such pretty little boy legs. So firm and smooth.” Her hands started kneading the calf muscles. “Sooo tan.” At this point my penis was actually lunging as she did so.

Fear entered the situation as she asked Angie to wait outside her office. This wasn’t looking too good for me. Why couldn’t Angie be in there?

As the door closed behind Angie who left carrying all of my clothing, the headmaster gently guided me to a supine position with my back lengthwise across her massive desk. A momentary break in the tension occurred as she took a throw pillow off the office couch and placed it under my head. Then she slid my legs up and pressed the soles of my feet together. I was totally vulnerable. Again she began massaging my upper legs followed by the kneading of my calf muscles. My mind began to relax a bit thinking, “This isn’t so bad. It feels good.”

My momentary comfort subsided as she took hold of my penis. “It is soooo long,” she then bent over and kissed the glans, “sooo cute”. She began licking my ball sack. “You like when I do this?” I responded with a groan. Frankly, I was wrestling with my feeling of how gross to have a woman this age putting her spit on my privates, but, at the same time, liking the feelings it invoked. Then she really grossed me out. She kissed me on the lips. Yuck! The old bag actually kissed my lips with the same lips that had moments ago kissed my dickhead.

She rolled me over onto my stomach. I was a bit relieved that she was no longer able to concentrate on my genitals. I thought too soon. She spread my legs and reached under to bend my erection downward exposing it’s underside from between my legs. “You are to stay like this until I have finished. Do you understand?”

I replied with another apprehensive, “Yes.”

Within ten seconds there was a slap to my buttocks. It made a loud snap and stung quite a bit. Then another followed. “You are a bad little boy.” Shit, I hadn’t done anything wrong. Another slap was followed by a verbal “Ow” from me. She responded, “You are to remain quiet.” Another stinging slap landed. I bit my lip to stifle the verbal response.

Then I felt her thumb pressing the underside of my exposed dick. She leaned forward in a crushing attempt. It really wasn’t painful, just a lot of pressure. She twisted her thumb back and forth. I couldn’t figure out her motive. Then she pinched my balls sack between her thumb and index finger. Now, that hurt. I instinctively complained, “ow, ow, ow, ow!” Another stinging slap fell on my ass. “I said no noise.”   She went back to playing with my balls, but not so painfully. That was followed by a forceful intrusion into my anus. She wiggled her finger around in there for what felt like minutes, but I’m sure was seconds. I never could get used to that feel.

After a few minutes of the weird stuff, she summoned Angie back into the room. She handed her a digital camera. “You please take pictures of us.”

I was again positioned in what I called the frog position. Head on pillow, hands behind my head, legs draw up to expose my boy pole as it stuck almost straight up. Gomez stood there behind me smiling as one flash after another lightened up the office. Then after reviewing Angie’s captures, she began slapping my stiffy back and forth. Then she cupped my ball sack and instructed Angie to take the shot. Then I was posed in various crouching positions on her desk. I squatted, sat with my legs tucked behind me, I sat with my widely-spread legs draped over the side of the desk and Angie kept clicking away. Gomez stood me up and cupped my balls and stood there grinning as Angie snap more shots.

The final images were of me across her lap as she inflicted several hard slaps to my ass. It hurt. Who’d have thought the “old lady” had it in her?

After what must have been two hours of this nonsense, she instructed me to go to the classrooms. She didn’t offer the shirt and tie back and instead insisted that unlike my peers I remain totally naked the whole day. Angie put the clothing down on Senhora Gomez’s desk and we were ushered out.

The rest of the day my fellow “crew” and I were prodded, poked, squeezed and violated by young and old alike. Thankfully, nothing too painful or, at least as painful as the headmaster’s spanking. My fellow victims were at least provided a modicum of privacy by the shirts and ties. Not me though, I had to stay totally nude for the entire day.

When we returned to the boat, I immediately went below to check my e-mail. There were the usual—one from Mom, one from Dad—but there was also one from Cynthia Taylor, a girl from my class at school. Expecting that Mom and Dad’s were the usual, I chose to open Cynthia’s first. My heart was beating and there was an anticipatory lump in my throat. I was embarrassed to think the cutest girl in our class might have seen the pictures. But, how could she not have? They were all posted to face book and according to Tony they were available to everyone.

“Hi Sean, You know I’ve always had a crush on you. My mother and I always comment on your legs when you wear shorts. She says you have the smoothest and most muscular legs of any boy your age. But, now we both are surprised at the size of your, well, your boy parts too. I don’t know who this Angie girl is but she must be pretty lucky to be able to see you naked all the time. My Mom called your Mom about the whole thing and she found out that your parents sent you on that cruise because the boys had to stay naked all the time. Sure wish they’d make you stay naked at home too. The other thing is how tan you are. I mean even your private areas are tanned. Oh wait a minute Mom’s calling me into her home office.

Oh I’m back. She found more pictures on Angie’s Facebook page. Who is that old lady holding your thing? Where are you in some office somewhere? Who are those girls in those jumpers? Are the other boys naked all the time too?

Wow, I’d love to be on that trip with you guys, but especially you. Mom says your folks are going to make you stay naked at least at home after you get back. She said they were going to invite us over so we could get a close-up look. I can’t wait. I hate to go, but I’ve got to call some of my friends and tell them there are new pictures posted.

I’ll write again.

Love ya’, Cindy.”

Shit, how embarrassing. Tony was right. My naked pictures are everywhere. There’s nothing left to anyone’s imagination. My mind was drawn to Mom’s comment about me spending more time running nude when I returned home. Maybe this would help make it less embarrassing for me. I mean everyone already knows what I look like naked, but then…

I couldn’t gather my thoughts enough to respond to Cindy. Frankly, I was embarrassed that I had no secrets any more from the girl I liked the most at school. She had seen my package and the rest of me via Angie’s Facebook page and my parents emails.

Tony also emailed me.

“Hi Dude, Still hangin’ loose I see. I mean I’ve seen. Wow, you actually went to a school naked from the waist down? That took balls, no pun intended. Who are all those girls squeezing your lizard? And, who is that old lady latched on to it?

Sean, the guys and I are laughing our asses off at what you have to do. We thank God it’s not us. For what it’s worth, I’m not the only one back here who wants to get a firsthand show when you return. Simon says his mother and big sister kid him about wanting to have a chance to explore your package. You really are the talk of the town. I mean everyone talks about the “boy who has to spend the summer naked”. Your Mom and Dad promise everyone they will parade you around when you get back. Naked, man, they want to parade you around naked.

Have they made you do things to the other guys since the last email? If they did, what did you have to do? Are they making you shove stuff up each other’s asses? Is that girl whipping you a lot? Come on tell me what the hell is going on.

Your buddy, Tony.”

I had to reply.

“Hi Tony, We had to go to a school down here for a “cultural” visit. Whatever the hell a “cultural” visit is. As you can see the entire student body was clothed, even the boys. We were the only nude, well at least half nude, kids. The women who ran the school wanted us to “wear some of our uniform”. Of course our being nude, they chose the bottom part of ours and the top part of theirs. What makes it worse was everyone at the school could feel us up whenever they wanted.

No, we haven’t had to have stuff shoved up our asses, except fingers from the girls who are assigned to us and sometimes we have to finger each other. It’s weird when someone shoves a finger in your hole it feels like you’re going to fart or shit, but somehow it doesn’t happen. I hate the feeling of it. Some of the kids at the school got to finger us and that old lady fingered me. When they’re in there sometimes they touch spots that make your boner dance around and tingle. But, I still hate it.

You know what else I hate? When I’m being felt up and the person squeezes my ball sack. It really hurts. Like when a wild pitch ends up hitting you in the balls. It makes you bend over, fall to the ground and roll around, just like when the pitch hits you there. The girls just laugh when it happens.

I wish you were here so I could bug you about being naked. Maybe your mother should have talked with mine and we could have both come to this “camp”. You know, like when we went to Camp Algonquin together back when we were eight and nine. At least there, we only had to be nude when we swam and on some hikes. Though some of the boaters on the lake could see our dicks and take some pictures when they passed the swim area, they didn’t stop to feel us. Really the only feeling going on was the rest of the kids in our cabin during those naked hikes we used to take. This camp you’re showing it all all of the time. We’re public property. It’s really bad.

The first mate lady, the one I call Stoddard, gives us pills a lot. I think they keep our dicks hard. I mean I have a boner more than I’ve ever had. You would think that we’d get used to being naked and our dicks would be soft sometimes, but that doesn’t happen much. When it does our keepers are told to tickle our balls and dicks until they’re stiff again. When you have a boner most of the time, you start hurting down there like your dick cramps. I can’t wait to get home.

Later, Sean”

Our visit to Natal is over and we’re off to Argentina. Joey and I are on the bow, the girls and other two are below. He asked me to rub his package because of the tight feeling in his wiener. Without thinking I started by rolling his balls around gently under the palm of my hand, and before I thought about it, I was sliding my closed fist up and down his stiff shaft. Shortly, he returned the favor. It felt good to have a gentler touch down there. Sure wished we could have more “soft” time.

I just stared at the stars and finally let out a suggestion, “Hey, let’s not swallow Stoddard’s pills anymore. I mean we can fake it and spit them out when she’s not looking. ”

“Sounds like a plan. Do you think she’ll whip us if she finds out?”

“Probably, but I’m tired of the stiff wiener and I think that’s what that pill does to us. I’ll take my chances just to get some soft time.”

“Me too.”

(The End)