Triangle Sailing Camp 8

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 8—Stoddard’s Surprise

By, Running Bare

We eight kids were eating on the gathering deck. Stoddard was up in the pilot house with the Captain plotting who knows what. Kathy took a bite of her sandwich and after swallowing brought up a real sore spot. “Julie, did you really mean it when you said for Stoddard to let one of those girls back there cut Sean’s balls off?”

Joey couldn’t resist responding first. “Hell yes, she’s just that much of a bitch.”

“Shut the fuck up Joey. I would have loved to see it if yours were taken off too. Maybe it would make you easier to live with. And, yes, I would have loved to watch them cut Sean’s balls off.” I was getting pissed now but she didn’t slow down on her verbal attack. “I’d have loved to watch him scream when they cut them off and then cry as those girls passed his marbles around for us to hold and see. Wouldn’t you like to know what a boy’s balls really look like? I mean we can feel them whenever we want, but I’d love to see them.”

“Well, yeah, I guess I would. But, I’m not sure I’d want them to show me that way. I mean, we get to feel him anytime and if his balls were off it wouldn’t feel the same.” Kathy explained.

“All I know is if they had cut them off, I’d have had to be a nurse probably for the rest of the trip and I’m not sure if I would like it.” Angie snorted and chuckled as she chewed a mouthful of sandwich. She swallowed and continued. “But I’d have loved to watch them make him eat ‘em. Would you have tried one?”

Julie acted tough, “I’d have probably tasted one.”

“Me too!” Bethany raised her hand. “I mean they feel like grapes, I wonder if they taste like them? Or should I say Sean and Joey’s feel like grapes.” She looked toward George and Jake, “You guys are more like cranberries.” That brought a laugh from all of us.

“You’re so tough, Julie, why don’t you do it? Get a knife and cut Sean’s balls off. You could pretend you’re one of those Indian girls back there.” Joey rubbed it in, and, at the same time, I was afraid he’d goad her into actually trying it. “What, Julie, are you chicken shit?” He cradled my scrotum in his hand and showed it to her. “Go ahead.”

I was uncomfortable with all the castration talk. I especially was getting uncomfortable that a couple of preteens were challenging each other and I was the victim. “I think we should change the subject.”

Julie tried to lighten it up after Joey’s verbal attack, but she made it worse. “What’s the matter, Sean? Would you miss having that purse hanging under your dong? I mean we’d probably never know it was gone unless you had a hard-on. I mean that sausage you got there covers ‘em pretty well.”

“Leave him alone Julie.” Finally, a word from George.

“Yeah, Julie, why do you have to be so mean to us?” And, Jake? The silent volcano finally erupts?

“Well, I wish they’d have cut all of your balls off too, you little shits. I should beat your asses.”

Was this the sign that the fear of Julie and the belt had diminished? I hoped so. I mean think of it as the old “what if you threw a party and nobody came?” concept. It was the first sign that Julie might be losing her control in spite of Stoddard.

Joey came back, “Why Julie? Because we don’t agree with your bullying anymore? Does that piss you off? Huh? You asshole.”

Holy shit, Joey was taking chances. I think he’d been finally pushed over the edge. Only problem was the trip was supposed to make us subservient to the females, but they’d finally pushed him too far and it was starting to embolden me too. If it wasn’t for Jake and George, we’d have had a full blown mutiny.

Julie went into an angry pout and walked out on deck.

“Where’s she going?” George looked concerned.

“Probably to go tell Stoddard,” Bethany offered.

We all felt she was probably right. We half expected Stoddard to come in swinging, literally swinging. But, that never happened. What did happen though was just before we boys had to be in the rack, she called a meeting in the gathering area. No one really knew what was happening as those meetings just before bed were used to beat someone’s ass for the day’s transgressions, and, to my knowledge, no one had been put on report that day.

We entered the room and Stoddard was standing front and center with a leather strap in her hand. All that came to mind was Joey or I or both were going to get it for giving Julie a hard time at supper. There was a stern look on Stoddard’s face.

“You and you,” she pointed at me and Joey, “up here, now.”

To say I wasn’t a bit concerned that I was about to have a burning tail again would be a lie. Joey and I approached with a lot of apprehension.

“Did you challenge Julie’s authority today?” She asked and I could tell looking at her she knew the answer. Neither of us was forthcoming. “I asked you a question. Did you or did you not challenge her authority?”

I stammered, “No we didn’t challenge her authority. We just told her how we felt about what she was saying about me. No one challenged her at all.”

She looked beyond me to Angie. “Were you there when all this hubbub came down?”

“Yes, Ma’am. They really didn’t challenge her authority. They just got pissed at her for mouthing off to them.” At least the girl was honest.

“Angie, come up here.” She did as she was told. She was kind of sheepish looking like she was expecting some punishment too.

“Joey over here. Up on the table, face up and spread ‘em,” she patted the coffee table. “You, over here” and she patted the dining table. I positioned myself on my back with my legs spread wide. I was beginning to know what was to befall me—a dick and ball whipping. I’d only had one, weeks before, and it was very painful. A boy remembers those. “

“Angie, take this strap and give each of them one hard wack between their legs. And, it better leave a mark.” Angie took the strap, but continued to be somewhat sheepish in her attitude. “Balls started the confrontation tonight and balls will end it.” Get at it Angie.

She centered herself between my legs. Shrugged her shoulders and came down with a hard crushing blow which caught my scrotum and penis. It stung my penis and caused a sharp enough pain to buckle me into a defensive position cradling my hurting balls. Stoddard pried my hands off and check out the site of contact. “Good job Angie, there’s a red strip right where it should be. Now, the other one. In fact, you two boys go over and hold him down. Angie, give him three. If I know him, he started the whole thing. Now, do it.”

Angie swung down on Joey’s boy parts and caused him to scream out in pain. Then there was another as I saw him writhe trying to free himself from George and Jake’s hold. He couldn’t free himself before another snap landed right between his legs. Stoddard held her hand up and inspected him for damages. “One more Angie and make it hurt.” She did.

Joey was crying and holding is package as he assumed the fetal position. I too was still holding my balls trying to quench the pain. “You boys need to learn to watch your mouths when you talk to the girls. I hope this shows all of you what can happen if you don’t. Angie, I’ve decided for the rest of the trip, you will replace Julie as the enforcer. If she couldn’t straighten the boys out, she needs to take less of a leadership role. From now on, Angie, will be allowed to whip you boys whenever she deems it. Are there any questions?”

Kathy asked, “Well, what about Julie. Can she still do it?”

“No. The belt has been passed to Angie. Only Angie can determine who gets it and how many. And, Angie, I will be inspecting to make sure you leave marks every time you whip one of them. They better be there.”

Surprisingly, Julie stood there without comment or pleading for a second chance.

“You boys, go to bed. You might have one of them suck on Joey’s wand here and try to get him off. It should hurt a lot to shoot his wad with his balls bruised. George you go with Joey and suck him. You girls watch to make sure he gets his load off before George finishes. That should buckle him over again.”

That woman was a bitch, plain and simple. She loved to hurt us, but she was on a quest when it came to Joey. Maybe it was his lack of fear to confront authority or say what was on his mind. I’m not sure. But I am sure she had been on his case the entire voyage.

I went off to bed as did Jake. George stayed on the gathering deck to entertain the sadistic females by orally stimulating Joey. All I knew was I was relieved. I wasn’t chosen to do the dirty deed. But my balls were still throbbing and my dick was stinging badly.

From then on, Angie couldn’t be seen without that damned strap hanging off her own belt. For the remainder of the summer, she carried it proudly wherever we went. She also used it expertly and often. She herded us with it when we were on shore tapping our ass cheeks as we walked.

Three days after leaving Nuqui we had rounded the top of South America and put in at a dock just west of the Panama Canal. The Captain said we had to pick up a pilot to take us through the locks of the Canal.

A rather unkempt man in a dirty and wrinkled khaki uniform boarded the boat. He was unshaven and had what I remember as the dirtiest fingernails I’d seen on the trip. His rather rounded physique added to the disgust I was feeling for this guy. We, of course, were gathered on the aft deck with our usual legs spread, hands behind our back pose, to greet the visitor. He and Stoddard exchanged Spanish niceties and the Captain joined the girls on an inspection tour. He nodded and grinned as he visually examined our nude bodies. As he approached me, he reached down and fumbled around with and scraped the underside of my scrotum with his nasty fingernails. He smiled broader and said something to Stoddard as he grabbed my erect penis and pulled.

Then he moved on to George and slapped is erection so it bounced and he laughed, again conversing with Stoddard. On down the line he went until he stopped at Joey who he apparently had a great deal of interest in as well. He squeezed his glans between his thumb and forefinger and shook Joey’s penis violently. Then he encircled it with his hand and gave it a tug.

After the Captain took him up to the pilot house, I asked Angie about what just happened.

“Well, he liked your penis. He wanted to ‘bend you over and introduce you to his’. Whatever he meant by that. Miss Stoddard told him that wouldn’t be acceptable, but if he wanted to play with yours he could. Then he flicked George’s and commented on how hard you guys were and Miss Stoddard told him we girls liked you that way. When he got to Joey, he commented on how thick his wiener was and asked if he was shooting yet. Miss Stoddard told him yes. He said he might have to see for himself. She told him first he had to get us through the locks. Then they went up to the wheel house.”

“That’s it. He didn’t say anything else?”

“No, but if I was you, I’d be concerned. He thought you were the most ‘beautiful’ of the bunch and he said he might want to spend some time with you.”

“What did Stoddard say?”

“She said he had to get us through the locks first.”

I don’t know about you, but that kind of left a wide opening in the window. I decided to try to make myself scarce while that scrungy old pervert was on board. I wasn’t about to make myself easily available to satisfy his whims.

“Sean,” Stoddard summoned me. Of course, I responded.

“Ernesto, the guy who is taking us through the locks, wants to spend some private time with you. So when the boat is safely through the canal he’ll take you back to your quarters. He’s really got a thing for your long penis, and, as he put it loose ball sack.”

“But…but….” I couldn’t put it together.

It was as if Stoddard was reading my mind, “I told him he could take you and do as he wished, but that Angie would have to be there to tell him when he is out of bounds. He was disappointed, but we will protect you from things we and your parents wouldn’t condone.”

She and my parents wouldn’t condone? Like fucking me or making me suck his probably nasty, disease ridden dick? I felt a bit more at ease, but just the thought of that nasty, greasy, old man pawing at my genitals and poking around my butt hole was disconcerting. Besides, Angie was getting more and more heartless as our voyage went on and God only knew what she would find off limits.

As it turned out Ernesto just wanted to play with my penis and ball sack. Stoddard had provided him with cameras and he took stills and videos of me in various poses and walking around with my hard-on swaying. He even coaxed Angie into a few shots where she was pulling my penis and playing with my balls. Then old Ernesto made me bend over while he shoved one of his filthy fingers all the way in to my anus. I groaned and tears welled in my eyes as he felt around in there for God knows what. Then he put me up on the table and pushed me backward and engulfed my erect penis in his mouth and sucked me until I experienced yet another dry orgasm. Angie had to take pictures and videos of him doing that to me. I imagined for his trophy file. Certainly, not for publication as he was clearly identifiable. As it was, one or two of me with my legs spread and one or two of Angie fondling me did make it to the internet. Actually, Jake found them and e-mailed me with the web addresses. Yes, we four boys have kept in touch all these years since the voyage. Funny, I was pissed to see them, but then again, no one will recognize that it is me except family and friends who knew me or Angie back then.

After we cleared the canal we headed south. To say we boys weren’t aware of it would be inaccurate. We asked Stoddard why we were going that way instead of heading north toward home. She told us we were going to be putting in to Colon for a surprise for us boys. Ah-ha, the surprise everyone had hinted at. But a surprise from Stoddard or the Captain had to be suspect. Nothing they ever gave us to that point was pleasant. I asked Angie and she had no idea what was in mind. I believed her. I’d come to be able to read her like a book even as she’d become more devious. She really didn’t know.

The four of us gathered on the aft deck for the usual boy genitalia show as we came into the slip at a rather large marina. Yes, our peters were all at attention too. Funny, you never get over popping a boner when you are on display for clothed strangers.

We all had a great deal of apprehension as to what the “surprise” was. We boys all agreed the surprise had to be more for the girls’ pleasure and most likely our detriment. I figured it had to be some way related to our nude forms and I wasn’t disappointed.

We tied off to the cleats on the dock and were made to stand for the bathing by the girls prior to going ashore. As usual Angie wrestled with my penis bending and twisting it in the name of cleanliness. Some of those twists hurt, but she kept washing. Meanwhile I noticed a group of gawkers gathering on the dock, watching and photographing the whole ordeal as we boys were then bent over and the girls crammed their soapy fingers right out our anuses. One would have to be deaf not to hear the laughter and jeers of the onlookers as they cleaned our colons.

I guess we could be considered a handsome group. Our bodies were as tan as they could ever get. Not a tan line to be found. Even the skin from scrotum to asshole was tanned. Jake being the fairest wasn’t as brown as the rest of us, but he was also tanned. It was very apparent that we spent most of our time nude. And, that little fact didn’t go unnoticed by people we came in contact with.

Following our bathing that afternoon, Stoddard announced a foray into town. It was quite clear this was to introduce us to the surprise. We boys were very open about our concern that it was going to be another strip club visit.

We paraded naked down major streets of Colon. And, we were noticed. I mean nobody else young or old was naked, just us. But all eyes were turned as we walked by. Cars on the street beeped and buses passing us resulted in chiding from the passengers. We walked, dicks swaying about three miles into Colon to a little store front. The sign just said, “Arte Corporal por Hernández”. There were pictures of tattooed people in the window. In one picture there was a naked lady and Joey and I, and I’m sure the other two, were drawn to staring at her tattooed boobs and shaved and tattooed crotch. Stoddard opened the door and ushered us in.

A middle aged man with a three day growth of beard, hair banded in a ponytail, wearing jeans and a tank top happily greeted Stoddard in broken English.

“Senorita Stoddard, long time no see!”

“Emilio, these are this summer’s boys.”

“Oooohhh look all of them cut and stiff as usual.” He stood there admiring our boners. That was until his attention was drawn to my dick. He grabbed it. “This one I could make una serpiente de cascabel, huh!”

“No, Emilio, just the usual. You’re going to get me in trouble with his parents.”

I managed to whisper to Angie, “What’s going on?”

“He wanted to tattoo your boner to look like a rattlesnake and Stoddard told him he couldn’t. Actually, it would be cute if he made it look like a snake.”

I didn’t think so. I was glad he was told no. He went on to Joey and suggested he could tattoo his ball sack to look like croc skin purse. Again he was told no, and feigned a look of disappointment. “All girls would love that one with the snake and that one with crocodile purse, but okay I will do the usual. Send one back.” He disappeared into a small room behind a curtain.

“Boys you are all going to get tattooed. Sean, you’re first. Go behind the curtain and let Emilio work his magic.”

“But, I don’t wan…” I was scared about the whole process.

“Look I’ve cleared this with your parents and it is a requirement of the camp that this is done.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Because it is a mark of completion. It is a badge of honor for a kid your age to have completed the trip.”

Chuckling Emilio shouted from behind the curtain, “And, it is good advertising for the Camp.”

Stoddard looked annoyed at that comment and just pushed me toward the back room. I entered slowly and Emilio just waved his arm as if to say “up on the table”. I climbed up there and lay on my back thinking he was going to want to play with my erection and balls as most of the backroom deals we’d had.

“No on your stomach.” I complied.

He started squeezing my butt cheeks and then patted my ass. He pinned a design on the wall. All I could make out was a red triangle with what I recognized as a green silhouette of North and South America centered inside it. On each leg of the triangle was a word “TRIANGLE”, “SAILING”, and “CAMP” in blue letters. He outlined that pattern on the side of my left butt cheek. I was scared. He kept rubbing my ass I think to relax me, but it was difficult to do so. Then he grabbed an implement of some kind and switched it on. The buzz made me even more scared. It hurt as he started pressing that thing to my ass cheek, but I was afraid to complain. As he worked he’d stop the vibration and wipe my butt cheek to clear his work, then he’d go back to implanting the ink.

When he finished I was shown a mirror where I could see I’d been permanently marked with the Camp’s logo. It covered almost all of the side of my left cheek. Emilio was pleased with his work and I was still scared. “You are done little man. You can go out to Senorita Stoddard, or let me make a snake out of your pene.”

That was all I had to hear to cause a quick exit. This guy really wanted to decorate my penis to look like a snake.

Stoddard twirled me around and admired the work. “Excellent! What do you think girls?”

They all were in agreement.

“I think you should let that guy paint a snake on his wiener. It’d be cute and I’m sure his parents wouldn’t care.” Damned, Julie, when will you stop?

After we four boys had become lifelong billboards for the Camp sporting the same large tattoo, we were marched out onto the street. Our asses continued to sting from the whole ordeal.

Joey and I discussed the ramifications of our brands when we were forced to strip and shower with others after P.E. in the middle school locker rooms. We were certain we’d be in for a whole lot of teasing. The two others still had a year to get used to the disfigurement. But, in all fairness, if our parents were committed to following the nudity policy when we returned, there’d be no surprises even at our school.

Now that we both were finding our public nudity less humiliating than it was weeks before when we first had to show our stuff, that addition to our asses made the whole experience humiliating again. Now, I would not only have to get past the comments women made about my “shapely, muscular boy legs”, and comments by boys I went to school with about my penis length, but now everyone would be staring and commenting on a third unwanted aspect my ass tattoo. As I said before, the people we came in contact with on the trip we’d never see again so what do they know, but when we got home our forced nudity would be around people we knew and would see regularly. That was the crux of the humiliation and embarrassment.

That night, George complained about the soreness of his ass. During supper he cried and couldn’t (didn’t try to) sit on his left cheek. Not to say it was easy for the rest of us, but we didn’t cry or complain. Stoddard got pissed at him and gave him my Dad’s old line, “Quit crying or I’ll give you something to cry about.” He kept up and she busted his ass with the belt. The bitch made sure she landed most of the stripes across Emilio’s art work to irritate it further and I’m sure add to the sting. I got angry. I mean the kid was young and had the whole side of his ass punctured with a needle as the ink was worked in. Hell yeah, he was sore. Where Joey and I got angry about it and wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of complaining, Georgie and Jake were still a couple of years younger and were much more compliant with the stuff they wanted to do to us. She beat him anyway.

I had to go to the computers to get away from her shit. Georgie was a basket case and the girls were gloating. Maybe the e-mail would calm me down.

Mom’s e-mail certainly wasn’t a calmer.

“Hi Honey, About an hour ago, Angie sent me pictures of your cute little butt. I must say that tattoo is really something for you boys to be proud of. You earned it. She told me the man wanted to tattoo a rattlesnake pattern on your peepee. I wish Miss Stoddard had asked, I’d have told her to go ahead and have him do it. It’d be real sexy when you grew up. The girls would love it. It’d have been really one of a kind. Your father thinks I’m nuts, but I do think you’d have grown to like it. Just think it’d look like it was striking when you got those little erections we see in the images and videos. How entertaining and cute would that be?

I just hung up with Mrs. Gordon. She called to say she’d gotten a similar e-mail about decorating Joey’s scrotum like an alligator skin purse. Or was it a crocodile? Anyway she thought that’d be great too. We agreed to see if you two could be taken back for those tattoos, but apparently you set out to sea before the Captain got my reply.

She replied back to me, she’d have him do it if we signed you up for camp next year. Looks promising.

I can’t wait to see you. I miss you. Love, Mom.”

I just don’t know what the hell she was smoking, but all I can say is I dodged that bullet. As far as next year, I’ve already told you that wasn’t going to happen.

Cindy was back. I was anxious to read what she had to say.

“Hi Sean, Mom and I just finished visiting your mother’s Facebook page. I couldn’t believe you got a tattoo. Whatever were you thinking to do that? You know back here in the States, Mom says you have to be eighteen to get one. You can’t get one even with a parent’s signature. What made you choose that dumb sailing camp thing? You could have gone for a dragon fly or paisley kind of design, but the camp symbol? Your mother mentioned the suggestion that your thing be decorated as a snake. I hate snakes so I’m glad you decided not to get it. My mom laughed when she read that.

Tony tells me you almost had your boy parts cut off by some Indian girls. They didn’t, did they? What kind of kid would do that? I sure hope they didn’t cut you because I want to feel them and your thing when you get home. I think they’re handsome. Write soon, Cindy.”

I hit reply and followed with, “Hi Cindy, First off, no, the girls didn’t cut my sack off. It was Stoddard’s sick way of scaring us. You asked when you could see by the photos, I still had them? As far as the tattoo, I didn’t want one. I was scared and told them I didn’t want one. So the snake thing wasn’t something I ‘decided’. If they tried to put the snake on my penis, I would have run away. I wouldn’t let them do it.

We all were made to get the Camp’s symbol on our left butt cheek. Stoddard kept saying we were being branded and the Camp would use it as a billboard for others to consider. We all got the same thing. Stoddard and my dad say we should be proud to have the brand. It was an accomplishment sailing nude around North and South America. I’m not so sure being naked in front of all those people and having them do the stuff they’ve done is really an accomplishment. I sure didn’t want it and I wouldn’t recommend it to anybody else. I’m not too sure about when I get home. I’m going to try to see if I can put some clothes on. I don’t want all of you playing with my package. I don’t even want anyone taking anymore pictures of me naked. And, I sure don’t want strangers reading the ‘billboard’. Hope that doesn’t pop your bubble, but that’s how I feel. Sean.”

Then not to be denied, Tony was back. He was my best friend back home, but this summer he was a real pain. I think he was enjoying all the bad stuff I was going through.

“Dude, WTF? You have a tattoo? Holy shit that’s really big too. The whole side or your ass cheek! Did it hurt? My parents were impressed that you got to see the Panama Canal. I’ll bet Mrs. Smith [our sixth grade geography teacher] would have really been impressed. She’d have had your naked ass up in front of the class giving a report on it. I suspect that may happen sometime this year anyway. Your Mom told my Mom that you might have to come to school naked. She said your parents visited the principal and gave her a belt to use when she thought you needed it and they told her she was to use it on your bare ass. Guess you will be pretty good next year, huh? Oh, my Mom said she was going to go to the principal and tell her to do the same to me. I think she was kidding though.

Who was that grease ball that was playing with your dick. He some kind of cop or something? I could tell just watching the video of him playing with your junk that he must be a pervert--likes to play with little boys. I better be careful though, I’m planning to cop a feel or two when you get home. Guess that makes me a perv too. Mom’s going to make you stay naked while you’re here. She says the neighbors would enjoy the ‘eye candy’ and she thinks you are a ‘gifted little boy’. She also wants me to ‘get to know your best friend even better’ and ‘follow Sean’s example’ whatever the hell that means. I know she can’t be thinking I’m going naked in public like they’re planning to make you do. You don’t think she knows about us playing with each other’s junk on those sleepovers do you? Get back to me, Tony.”

I replied trying to touch all the bases.

“Hi Tony, First off, yeah getting that tattoo hurt. The guy had a needle gun and it kept poking a needle into my skin. It was kinda like getting millions of shots at one time. So, yeah, it hurt. Second, you might find it awesome, but I hate it. Every time I look down there, I’ll be reminded of this damned summer. And, as far as your Mom, I hope she is going to make you walk around nude too. It’d make me feel better if she did. I think our moms know we did stuff to each other on the sleepovers. My Mom always asks, ‘What did you boys do?’ and her face looks like she’s looking for a confession rather than an interesting talk. They may have heard or even seen us playing with each other’s junk those nights. But, if they did, I think they liked it, especially if they are like the women and girls at this camp. Keep in touch, Sean.”

Like I said earlier, my mother told me his mom was going to make him stay nude too. He just didn’t know it yet, and I wasn’t going to be the one to break it to him. I kind of looked forward to it. I must admit I did like those sex play encounters and I think when I got home they would no longer be taboo in our parents’ minds. I suspect they’ll be encouraging them especially in front of audiences just like on the boat. That part I wasn’t keen on.

That night Georgie woke me up and asked, “Can I sleep with you?”

“What’s the matter, George?”

“I’m scared and I don’t know why. Sean, I just want to go home.” It was weird to see him this way. He started to cry.

I pushed the covers over and invited him into the rack with me. As he climbed in I could feel his hard penis tightly pressed against my thigh and I found it arousing. He continued to weep and tried to explain his feelings. I think a lot of it had to do with the whipping he’d gotten that night.

“Sean, rub my thing. Please?”

Without hesitation I began stroking his hardened staff and tight little ball sack as he lay there on his back with his legs splayed and tried to talk about all the shit that was bothering him.

“Sean, my bottom hurts. That really hurt getting that tattoo. Did it hurt you?”

“Yeah it did. It stung real bad. Georgie, get some sleep. It’ll all be over soon. We’re on our way home.” I continued to rub his package. It calmed him and made me even harder. I wanted him to service mine as well, but he was in no condition to do it.

Then next morning I awoke to the feel of a hand rubbing my balls and penis. Georgie was playing with my package. It kind of startled me as we didn’t usually do those things without the demand from one of the girls.

“What the hell? What are you doing?” I had a touch of homophobia momentarily curse through my brain.

He quickly removed his hand when I responded and explained, “I like feeling your thing, especially when it’s hard. Do you think I’m turning gay?”

“No Georgie, you’re just barely ten years old. Who knows? Lots of boys, in fact most boys, have times when they play with each other’s things. It doesn’t mean you’re gay, but some people would think so. I mean I like to feel you guys sometimes too, but I don’t think I’m gay. At least not yet. I don’t like having to put your junk in my mouth, but I have to or they’ll beat us.”

“I like putting yours and Joey’s in my mouth. I like to suck on them.”

“Even when Joey shoots a wad?”

“I don’t mind it.”

“Well, maybe you are gay. I don’t think you’d like it if you weren’t. But even if you are, who the hell cares?”

“I’m scared about that.”

“Why?” I was interested. I knew it was or could be very difficult in school to be seen or suspected of such a thing, but I wanted him to tell me.

As expected he replied, “People don’t like gays. They’re mean to them.”

In my twelve year old way, I tried to put him at ease. “Look Joey, you can play with my thing as much as you want until we get home. I won’t get mad at you. But, after we do get home, if we see each other again, I don’t think I want you to.” I mean what the hell he wasn’t hurting anything and I didn’t really object to rubbing his if he asked and it would put him at ease. The kid was scared almost every day since we left and was gentle enough to deal with, what harm could he do? Actually, having been his bunkmate for the eight or nine weeks we’d been gone brought me to the point where I loved the kid like a brother, and I would do almost anything to protect him. “You don’t really mind being naked in front of other people do you?”

“No, I like it. I feel free and it makes my wiener hard when people stare at me and touch it and that makes me feel good too.”

Actually, I envied him for that response as I knew he’d be kept nude by his parents when he got back. It was a part of their contract with the Captain and Stoddard. I, on the other hand was having a great deal of problem with the whole naked back home thing. I just wrote it off that he was still younger than I was and hadn’t matured into the modesty level of those of us on the cusp of puberty had.

“Well look, you shouldn’t worry about the gay thing. If it happens, it happens. But you are still young so just be who you are Georgie. You’re a good kid and I love you like a brother and always will no matter what.” I playfully patted his right ass cheek to reassure him.

That morning we put out and turned north. Finally the boat was pointed home. I know we boys were all anxious to get home. Joey and I talked about the likelihood that we would be “publicly on display” after our arrival. I reassured him, knowing it was a false hope, that I didn’t think so as I never remembered seeing any boys our age naked in public in New Hampshire. But, in the back of my mind, I knew that was a part of the whole process our parents had subscribed to. We were probably going to be the first.

(The End)