The Summer Jenna Powers Learned About Boys

By Running Bare

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This is a work of fiction, intended for adults only. It may contain depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of this should be attempted in real life. Doing so would be illegal and dangerous. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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The Summer Jenna Powers Learned About Boys
As told to Running Bare

“Hey, Jenna, look at that kid over there. He’s naked. Completely naked and his little dick is sticking straight out,” my sixth grade classmate Amanda pointed at the target child.

Trying to act mature and accepting, I replied as an adult would, “Yeah, but he’s what, six, if that? It’s the fucking beach Mandy, he’s little, but he is cute. His little wiener is pretty good size for a six year old, if that’s what he is, huh?” I laughed at my observation. “Now, if it was your brother Steven, I’d be much more interested. He’s a hunk.” As if I’d know what a typical six year old penis looked like. I didn’t have any brothers and most of my exposure to boy anatomy was infants and kids under two or three. And, even that was limited. Now, Mandy’s brother was a year older than we were. Seeing him naked was on the top of my list of things to do before I graduated middle school. To be allowed to touch him would definitely make the number one spot on the list.

“Yeah well he’s only thirteen, so what’s the difference?” Mandy retorted. “But I would agree. If Stevie was naked, even I would want to feel this thing. I mean brother or not, about all I get at home is a peek at it now and then.”

This was unthinkable to me as I often watched her brother in nothing but a pair of shorts and dreamt of seeing and feeling all of is hidden goodies. “You mean you’ve never, like, touched it?”

“Geeezzzz Jenna, I guess you wouldn’t know only having two sisters, but my mother or father would have a full fledged explosion if I ever touched Stevie’s dick. Are you kidding? Not to mention what he’d do to me if I tried.”

I didn’t want to terminate my lofty dream so I pushed. “What if he had to? I mean what if your mother said he had to let us feel it and do whatever we wanted?”

“Then he’d have to do it. But, Mom isn’t going to do such a thing. She and Dad are prudes when it comes to stuff like that. Steve walks around in his boxer shorts and they make him ‘get dressed’ so he’s ‘presentable’. So I’m sure they’d make him lose the shorts. Yeah, right! And, then they’d let me play with his boy toy. Sure. Are you crazy?” The sarcasm was thick enough to cut with a knife.

“Have you ever asked?”

“Hell, no. You really do think I’m crazy, don’t you?” She giggled as she replied in a dumb sounding voice. “Hey Mom, Dad, would you make Stevie strip naked so my friends and I can feel him up?”

“So, you don’t get to see much of his body?” I continued to press.

“Well, when he gets his ass whipped by Dad or Mom, he has to strip completely naked and they take a belt to him, usually in the living room so they can bend him over the arm of the couch. Most of the time, I get to watch. Dad says a little humiliation makes the spanking more meaningful, that’s why they make him strip. One time, Mom made him stay nude for about four hours after his spanking. She said it was to humiliate him.”

What I heard in that response only teased my imagination more, “When was that?”

“Two years ago. But, his last spanking in front of me was last week. He was naked and his dick and balls were swaying back and forth each time Dad’s belt met the target.”

“God, what I wouldn’t give to watch that. Shoot, it would be soooooo neat to watch that.” I stared off toward the ocean in a semi trance trying to picture that. Then I abruptly snapped out of it, “Does he have hair?”

Mandy questioningly responded, “What?”

“Does Stevie have hair on his pecker?”

“Nooooo, but it’s pretty long and his sack is starting to hang down.”

“So what’s that mean?” My curiosity was piqued.

“Mom says when boys grow older their dicks get bigger and their ball sacks start getting looser. Then the hair starts.”

“His is getting bigger? His dick I mean.”

“Yeah it’s about this long,” Mandy held her hands about four inches apart, “And it’s about this big around.” She made a one inch diameter circle with her thumb and index finger. “When he started sixth grade it was about this big,” she stuck out her index finger, “but a little longer.”

“When it was hard?”

“No, when it’s hard it’s longer and fatter.”

“Have you seen it hard?”

“Yeah, sometimes it pokes out from the fly in his boxers and he gets real embarrassed when I say, ‘I see Stevie’s wiener’ and Mom tells him to button up. It’s almost always hard when he has to strip for a spanking. He puts his hands in front of it or tries to run to his room so I can’t see it, but Dad makes him put his hands down and stand so I can look.” Then, changing the subject, Mandy offered, “Look, that little kid is still hard as a rock. Maybe his Mom would let us put the sunscreen on him, huh?”

“Okay Mandy, why don’t you go and ask her?” I was dripping with sarcasm. “Ma’am would you mind if I put the sunscreen on your son so I can feel his little hard on? My friend and I would like to twist his little knob.” I mimicked with even harder sarcasm. “I’m sure she’d be more than happy for you to fondle her kid.”

“Why not? She does. I mean she may be his mother, but you can’t tell me she isn’t driven by the feelings she gets by rubbing his penis.” Mandy tried to justify her curiosity.

“Well, go ask her. I’m staying right here.”

Within fifteen minutes the unimaginable happened. Out of the clear blue, the naked boy’s mother approached the blanket. “You girls from around here?”

I responded immediately, “Yeah, we’re from Nashua. We come here two or three times a week, if we can get our Moms or Dads to drive us.”

“My name is Natalie Toland. I’m from Hampton Beach. My son Nicholas and I can walk here from my condo so we spend a lot of time at the beach.”

“Do you usually let him run around nude?” I asked trying to be nonchalant.

“I don’t let him run nude I make him run around nude. I think he’s cute and his little penis and backside are some of his best attributes. Don’t you think he’s cute?” Her response was somewhat defensive obviously having mistaken my remark as derogatory. “Besides, he’s a boy, and boys shouldn’t be modest.”

Picking up on her tone, I became more conciliatory and tried to defuse the direction of the conversation. “No, no. I think it’s great you make him strut his stuff. I don’t think it’s wrong. I like it. I just was curious whether he liked being naked on the beach or not.”

“Well, he doesn’t really like it because most of the other kids are all covered, but I don’t like tan lines on him and I do make him stay naked most of the summer--around the condo and in the yard--you know. I just love looking at that little peepee. I think his physique is so good looking, I want everyone to enjoy him. Don’t you think he’s beautiful?”

Mandy jumped into the conversation, “Yes, he’s a very good looking little boy. How old is he?”

“Oh, Nicky, he’s seven. Oh look at that little penis. I just wish I could make it stay hard more often. I love seeing him bouncing around, if you know what I mean.” Then the mother expanded on the subject, “I’m glad I had him circumcised. I think it gives him a clean look around his little helmet,” wherever the hell that came from I didn’t know, but his little mushroom head was cute and cleanly exposed. I wanted to see it up close and squeeze it if I could. I never had the opportunity to feel one and this kid was a very likely candidate. Following that awkward pronouncement, the woman fifteen years our senior joined us as we watched her child play in the sand. “Well, I came over here to ask if you’d mind watching him for an hour or so. I know it sounds like I’m a reckless mother only knowing you girls for a few minutes, but you look trustworthy and at your age I’m sure aren’t going to abduct him or anything. I have an important phone call coming in and I have to be at my home office to get it.   Business and all. I’ll be happy to pay you for the trouble.”

I was more than anxious to oblige. “Sure, we’ll watch him.”

The mother turned toward the preoccupied boy, “Nicky, Nicky, come over here a minute, please.” The fairly muscular little boy stood and brushed the sand off as he approached the blanket. I must admit my eyes did not vary far from the boy’s well tanned penis and tight little scrotum as he approached.

“What?” He asked abruptly as he approached the three females.

“This is Mandy and this is Jenna. These girls are going to take care of you while I run home for awhile. You are to do whatever they tell you. Understand?”

“Yeah,” he stood there never even trying to cover his ‘private areas’. “How long before you come back?”

“Oh, maybe an hour or so. Just do what you’re told.”

The boy stood there as Natalie gave further directives to us, “This is my cell phone number. Call if he’s a problem. Feel free to spank him if he needs it. Oh, here’s some sunscreen. Please coat him all over, especially his little peepee there. Just rub it in well. It’ll get hard but it makes it easier to cover it when it does.”

I had to have verification, “You mean you want us to rub his, um, boy thing with this stuff?”

“Well, yeahhhhh, what do you think it shouldn’t be protected?” There was a big dose of sarcasm in the mother’s voice.

“No, no, it’s okay, I just wanted to make sure that’s what you were telling us to do.” I again felt a need to be apologetic over the misunderstanding.

“Rub it into his little sack. Be sure you get the backside well. Finger some around the opening back there too. I’d hate for that mean old sun to burn the sensitive area around is little ity bitty hole.” She held the boy’s thigh as she finished that sentence in a baby voice. It obviously annoyed the boy. “Are you girls up to this or not. I mean I can take him home with me, but he really likes the beach.”

“Oh, no, we’ll do it,” Mandy insisted as I nodded in agreement. “He is a cute kid isn’t he?” She responded rhetorically as she gently pinched his bare ass.

As the mother got up to leave, I was anxious to start what was one of the first times I ever felt a boy’s penis, “Let’s put some of this on you now, Nicholas.”

“Call me Nicky, not Nicholas.”

“Well okay Nicky, how about you lie down here and let me put some of this stuff on your little winky?” I was so anxious to explore this kid, my hand was rubbing his penis before his mother was even out of sight.

“It’s not a winky, it’s a penis or peepee,” the boy pointed out.

“Oh and it’s such a cute one at that. You know, this is the first time I’ve felt one. Mind if I explore it a bit?” I hoped to befriend the now splayed child.

“I don’t want you to,” Nicky became somewhat contrary. It was obvious it was just to be oppositional.

“You just lay there and let Jenna feel whatever she wants. Got it, Nick!” Mandy commanded in her most authoritarian voice. “That way we won’t have to whip the fire out of that bare ass of yours. Now, just lie still and enjoy the feeling.”

“Oooowwww, Oooowwww, don’t pull on it so hard!” Nicky whined.

“Oh, shut up, I’ll pull it as hard as I want,” I authoritatively replied. “If you complain again, I’m going to whip you with the camera strap, and I may just decide to whip your front instead of that cute little ass of yours. Just shut up and stay still.” I so hoped he’d give me a reason.

I continued to rub, squeeze, pull and bend his erect boy phallus. Nicky had given up complaining probably due to the threat I would whip his little penis and ball sack if he didn’t. I spread his legs and shoved my index finger right up the kid’s little rosebud. I mean I just crammed it in there and he screamed out. Whether it was painful or just surprising I can’t say, but he did scream out loudly calling attention to his predicament. Embarrassed, I surveyed the surrounding beach goers for disapproving stares. Most of the attention was passing glances, but there were a few people who continued to watch. Most were laughing. There wasn’t anything negative enough to dissuade me. I continued to feel around inside the boy’s lower bowel. Mandy said I had a look on my face like I was fishing for something in there. Nicky just writhed during the experience and let out an occasional grunt. It was like he was used to this kind of thing.

I was really quite surprised at how hard his little appendage was. I mean I knew they got stiff from hearing about it from my friends and reading about it in health books, but I’d never felt one.   Nick’s was hard as a rock and it bounced when I’d slap it back and forth. It stuck right out from his body like a three inch peg. The little tip was more like a rubbery hard. It felt like the outside of the mushroom cap was a little squishy but underneath it was hard as the rest of his penis. I also thought boys would be angry about someone feeling their boy thing, but Nicky didn’t look like he wanted me to stop feeling it. In fact, he pressed my hand back down on it after I released it. I thought they weren’t supposed to like being touched there. At least that’s what we learned from our “good touch, bad touch” lessons in school. Maybe he hadn’t had those lessons yet. He did object when I shoved my finger up his butthole. I didn’t care. I did it anyway. After all his mother did say to make sure we got that part with the sunscreen. His ball purse was firm and at first it felt like a wrinkled plum. Then as I rubbed it I could feel something like marbles moving around inside. When I squeezed one he screamed and pushed my hands away. I kind of like knowing boys really don’t like that and that it hurts. If I ever got the chance I would love to feel Mandy’s brother’s sack. I could only imagine from her description how much bigger his things would be than Nicky’s. I must admit freely exploring this younger boy made me want to see and feel Steve’s even more. It was at this time I made it a goal to both see and feel her brother’s package.

Mandy watched intently and I could tell was up for her own exploratory session. I couldn’t help but suggest, “You know this is really neat, being able to do whatever we want to his boy stuff. I think we should find a way to have your mother and father make Steve get naked for us. Wouldn’t it be a blast to be able to do whatever we wanted to him? I mean, he’s twelve. He’s got to be more fun than Nicky.”

With that comment the boy whose dick I was choking said, “Who is Stevie?”

“Never mind.” Mandy responded. “He’s my brother. Hey, Jenna, let me have some time with him.”

My friend bumped me out of the way and grabbed the boy’s penis. “Whoa, it is hard isn’t it?”

I just nodded. Frankly, it was fun watching her get buried in the touch fest. I remember coaching her about his scrotum and the contents therein. Rather than pinch one she just pressed down with her index finger. That did elicit a similar terse reaction from the naked six year old. “Don’t touch me there, it hurts.”

“Oh, shut up you little dweeb, I’ll touch you wherever I want. Get ready ‘cause in a few minutes I’m going up your butthole to see what I can feel.” Mandy was a little tough on the kid.

“You know you can be nice and still have fun with him,” I suggested.

As I watched her work on the boy’s body, I couldn’t help but ask Mandy, “Now see, wouldn’t this be more fun to do to your brother? I sure think it would. I mean he’s bigger and I’m sure would be much more interesting to play with.”

“Fat chance that’ll happen.”

“We need to come up with a plan. One that would convince your parents that making him spend time naked in front of us and allowing us to the freedom to feel him would be good for all of us.”

She was really was a party pooper, “I told you, my parents are pretty straight laced about things like that.”

“Yeah, but you said your Dad makes him stay naked after spankings because the humiliation is a big part of the punishment. If we could convince them, making him stay naked for a long time would be even better, and, if they made him our ‘slave’ during that time he’d really get humiliated it might work. I mean we need to develop a plan. We could call it operation Bare Balls or something.”

We both laughed as she continued to stroke the six year old’s penis up and down occasionally adding lubricating sunscreen. He didn’t even make an attempt at having Mandy stop. I think the kid was a budding sex pot to tell the truth. We both were amused when occasionally he’d groan and his hips would raise right off the blanket, he’d wiggle and breathe heavily. It was really cute. His little shaft was as tan as his beautiful little legs. I must admit, if I was a boy’s mother I’d make him stay nude all the time. The kid was so cute. But Steve would be a real catch. Much bigger package and a whole lot more embarrassment I’m sure.

“Hey is he circumcised?”

“Who, my brother?”

“Well, yeah. Who in the hell are we talking about?”

“If it means does his wiener look like this,” she pulled on Nick’s penis, “I guess he is. I’m really not sure what it would look like if he wasn’t. Do you?”

“No, I just thought all boys things looked the same. His mother said something about the ‘mushroom cap’. That must be this part.” I fingered the tip of the little erect penis.

“Well Steve’s looks like his only bigger. I think we may have to look up this circumcise thing in the library or on line so we know exactly what it is. Don’t you?” Mandy and I were both kind of perplexed about the meaning of the term.

“I suppose we should. We can Google it and see what comes up. Maybe some pictures…” I got a gleam in my eye.

“Well, if it’s sex pictures we’ll have to use someone else’s computer because my parents have mine blocked for sexual content.”

“Who says it’s sexual? I mean it could be just medical stuff. I’d kind of like to know before we start fooling around with your brother’s boy parts.”

“I told you, we won’t be fooling around with his parts. Mom and Dad would have a hissy fit. If we tried anyway, Steve would hit us. He’s not going to let us feel his stuff.”

“Where there’s a will there’s a way, Mandy. And, we will find a way.” I was determined to be playing with a soon to be thirteen year old’s package before the summer was over and her brother was a prime target. What a hunk.

“Can I go play in the sand?” Nicky was bored with the manhandling.

“Yes, Nicky. But stay where we can watch you. Your mother should be back soon.” I gave him our blessing to be freed from the feeling session. Secretly I was hoping his mother would be away just long enough for us to have a second helping of this kid’s parts.   After he went back to his project in the sand down on the beachfront, I felt compelled to plan a way to get to not only see Mandy’s brother naked, but be allowed to touch him. Nicky’s little penis was fun, but Stevie’s bigger one was a must have.

“Hey, Mandy, what if you kind of work your way into the next punishment session with Steve? I mean, you say to your Dad or your Mom, if the humiliation of being naked during and after punishment is important, maybe you should make him stay that way for a couple of days. Then you could say, we could make him be naked in front of my friends and other people and he’d really get the message.”

“You’re going to beat this idea to death aren’t you? I’m not going to say that. They’d know something was up.”

I couldn’t help but push further, “If I was there, I’d say it.”

“You’d say that to my Dad?”

“Yeah. I mean, all he could say is ‘no’.”

“I don’t thinnnkkkkk sooooo,” Mandy was a hard nut to crack.

“I would. I mean Steve is a real hunk of a guy. He’s got gorgeous face and hair, great teeth, and is very muscular up top and those legs are very shapely for a boy. God, I’d give it a try. I’d love to see him nude, but I’d really love to play with his stuff. Imagine, Steven as our personal slave for a couple of days. Come on, Mandy, there must be some way we can make this happen.”

“I told you my parents are prudes. They won’t go for it.”

“At least try. Or, let me try.”

“Okay, you can try. But, you’ll have to be there when he gets in trouble, or it won’t work.”

“What if we lie? We can get him in trouble.”

“How?”

“Oh, Mrs. Adams, Steven tried to get me to take my clothes off and I wouldn’t do it. Then he felt down my pants.” My acting job did elicit chuckles from Mandy and tickled me too.

“Look, he’s my brother. I’m not going to let you say that about him. Well hung or not, it isn’t worth that kind of a lie.” I could tell the suggestion perturbed my best friend. She was going to protect her brother to some extent.

“Well, it doesn’t have to be that bad. We can come up with something.”

“You know if you spent some time at our house this summer, you’d be there when he gets in trouble for real and you could spring that naked idea on them when that happens.”

“It’d be worth the time,” I was already planning. “How often does he get in trouble?”

“A lot. Especially in the summer. I’ll bet he gets the belt at least three times a week.”

Nick’s mother was on her way back. We’d missed the opportunity to play with his little stick for a second round and I didn’t even get the chance to spank his little bare ass.

“Hi girls, how was he?”

“Oh he was fine. We put the lotion in him and really covered his boy parts well, just like you said.” Mandy was brutally honest.

“Isn’t his little pecker fun to play with?” The mother asked.

“Yeah. It’s hard as a rock. Hey, you mentioned he was circumcised. What’s the difference?” Again, Mandy was at her honest best.

“You don’t know what circumcised means?”

We both kind of stared blankly. My mind was at the “If we knew we wouldn’t be asking”, point.

“Well, when little boys are born they have skin covering the little mushroom. Really, it’s called the glans, but for the sake of description you know what I mean. Here let me show you.” She turned and hollered, “Nicholas, come here.”

The boy suddenly noticed his mother had returned.

“Come up here so Mommy can show the girls something.” The boy came to our blanket.

From the sand the mother retrieved a plastic sandwich bag. Nicholas came to the blanket and stood with his little peter in a relaxed posture. His mother grabbed it and began a massage. It quickly responded. “Now see the mushroom part?” She simultaneously wrapped the sandwich bag around the head. “Pretend this is skin. It just covers the tip. Well, when most boys in this country are born, their parents opt to have this part, the bag part, cut off. So, the doctor cuts around and removes this skin cover. It’s really in the word circumcise, kind of like circumference. That leaves this neat little pink bulb with the cute little peepee slit right out here to admire.”

“Do they have to have it cut off?” I was enthralled with this lecture.

“No, it’s optional. There are a lot of people who argue on both sides. I had it done because his Daddy was circumcised. It would avoid a lot of confusion for him. But, I’m glad I did. I like the looks of it better. I think it’s sexier. But there are those who argue its unwarranted mutilation of the penis. Does he look like he cares?”

“No. He doesn’t seem to care at all.” I answered.

“Well, that’s it. Circumcision it’s quick, it’s clean, and I like the cropped look. You know Jewish boys have it done in a religious ritual. They consider it a part of the covenant they made with God. Oh well, who knows?”

Both Mandy and I were now informed. Boys often had part of their dicks cut off right after they were born. Who’d have thought?

“Thank you for watching him. Did you put the screen on his hole?”

“Yeah, I shoved my finger all the way in.   He didn’t like it but I did it anyway.”

“Well, thanks again. Come on Nicky let’s go get some ice cream.” They walked off.

“Now back to Steve,” I couldn’t let it go.

“Well, Jenna, like I said, you can bring it up to my parents, but I’m not going to. I hope it works, I’d love to have permission to feel him.”

I committed to spending more time at Mandy’s house in hopes of finding an opportune time to propose the idea. If I was lucky, at least I’d get to watch his dick and balls swing as he got his ass whipped by his mother or father.

The ride home was uneventful. Mr. Adams, Mandy’s dad, picked us up at four thirty and drove us home. We didn’t mention the project at all.

******

Did you ever have a fortuitous opportunity just drop in your lap? I mean it couldn’t have been smoother if it’d been written as a movie script. We got to the Adam’s house and I was just about to walk the three houses down to my own home when Mrs. Adam’s hollered out the door, “Rick, I need to talk to you.” She had a perturbed look on her face. Who could have known Steve was in trouble. I decided to chat with Mandy until I knew what was going on. “Why don’t you go in and see what happened. Maybe Steve is in trouble and I can try our plan.” She agreed and walked toward the house. When she came back out, she said her mother was in the bedroom talking seriously to him but she couldn’t hear what was being said. Irritated I just left and walked home.

I greeted my mother and went upstairs to put my things away and get a badly needed shower to wash off the salt spray. Just before we sat down to dinner the phone rang. Mom answered and said, “Just a minute.” She handed me the phone and reminded me, “Its dinner time. Tell her you’ll call her back.” We were not allowed to miss dinner.

“You won’t believe it. It’s like you were a fortune teller or something. It is soooooo great.” Mandy was beside herself.

“What?”

“Well, you know what Mom was mad at?”

My mother raised her voice, “Jenna, now. We’re all waiting.”

“Let me call you back, I have to go for dinner.” My interest was piqued as I sat and pondered what could possibly have happened.

“Well, Jenna, how was your leisurely day at the beach?” Dad asked somewhat sarcastically. He thought I should be finding more constructive pursuits like summer school or something rather than the beach.

“It was fun. We had to watch a seven year old boy while his mother went to her office.”

“Oh? She pay you?” He pressed.

“No. We just did it for her. The kid was naked as the day he was born the whole time, it was kind of surprising. We thought that was against the law or something.” Alicia and Monica my younger sisters just giggled.

“Wish I could have seen that,” Monica let out.

“Oh, stop it you girls don’t need to see naked boys,” my mother half seriously corrected her.

Dad then opened up with, “Little boys used to swim naked all the time. In some places in Europe, they still do. Really, unless they’ve entered puberty there isn’t any real reason they shouldn’t here either. Used to be, people felt little boys should not have any modesty. That was only for girls.” Dad being on the local police force should know the score on the law. He didn’t even find it the least bit offensive, or, if he did, he didn’t show it. He actually defended the kid being nude.

I knew better than to tell him we got to rub the kid’s boy parts and shove our fingers up his little ass, but seeing him not even flinch at the kids public nudity was a real shocker to me.

“Why don’t boys have to be naked at the beach now?” Eight year old Monica was pushing her luck, or so I thought.

“Well, people have changed in how they view kids being naked in public. Years ago they didn’t have the hang ups they have today about it. They’re afraid something bad might happen to them by some sicko.” Dad answered matter-of-factly.

“Like what,” I wanted to punch Monica. I couldn’t help but believe she knew what she was doing.

“Never mind, Monica, eat your dinner,” Mom corrected.

The rest of the dinner consisted of each of my sibling sisters being asked questions about their days. I wasn’t aware of any of the conversation.   I was busy trying to anticipate what Mandy was talking about. A little voice in my head suggested I might be seeing her nude brother, but it was too remote to give much credence to.

After dinner I called Mandy back. I took the wireless phone to my room. “What’s going on?”

“While we were at the beach and Dad was at work, Mom walked in on Stevie and Joey Tomas in Stevie’s room. They were naked and feeling each other’s dicks. She was telling Dad while I listened in the hallway. Anyway, Dad said he was going to beat him within an inch of his life, but Mom said that might make it worse. Mom told him she’d called our pediatrician before he got home from work. Apparently, she, the doctor that is, told them preteens and early teens often explore bodies of kids of the same sex. It was normal. But, get this. She told them the best thing they could do was make him stay naked for a week or two and expose him to other kids and adults of both sexes—particularly girls. While they were talking I heard Mom tell Dad she’d asked about me. She wanted to know if he should be nude in front of me. Apparently, the doctor told her he had to be and that she should let me have friends over.”

“Oh my God. Did she say anything about letting us touch him?” I couldn’t believe it.

“I kind of stood by the stairway so I could make a quick escape if they came out. I didn’t want them to know I was listening. But, she and Dad discussed it after talking with the doctor and they decided he would be nude for two weeks, more if he needed it. I didn’t want to press my luck so I went up to my room and as I passed Stevie’s room the door was wide opened and he was naked on his bed. I think he was waiting for the belt. I didn’t say anything. I just went to my room and called you. I’ll let you know what happened. Oh, they’re going in his room. They shut the door. Let me hang up, I’ll listen through the wall.”

We hung up and I was so excited I was beside myself. Most likely I’d get eye candy for two weeks, but with luck I’d also get temporary access to some new toys. I waited but the phone didn’t ring. Maybe I was getting my cart in front of the horse.

The next morning Mandy was at our door bright and early. She was exceptionally happy and really excited. Mom greeted her and she began to rattle, “Stevie’s got to stay naked for two whole weeks. The doctor said he needed to be exposed to other people for his sexual development.”

My mind went to the “Oh, shit, you had to tell her that.”

“Oh. And, why’s that?” My mother was nosey.

“He and Joey were playing with each other’s boy parts. The doctor said it was normal, but that it was searching for his sexual id…i..i…I”

“Identity?” Mom was good at finishing sentences.

“Yeah that’s it. She said the more girls that could see him the better.”

“Well now that is interesting. And you wanted to come and have Jenna go over and have a look?”

“Well, yeeessssss. I mean it’s a naked boy.”

“And a really cute one at that,” I couldn’t believe my mother said that. “You girls go ahead. Tell your mother I’ll call her.”

Something had to be wrong. I mean she not only knew what was going on she might as well have pushed me over there. Once we were outside Mandy let loose with more, “We get to feel his thing and do stuff to him and he can’t stop us.” She was so excited she giggled. “Mom and Dad told me he had to be naked and right in front of him they said he had to let me or my friends touch any part we wanted. If he doesn’t, I tell and he gets the belt.”

“Oh, my God. This is my finest dream come true. Hey, did you believe my mother telling us to go ahead?”

“No but, Stevie has to stay in the yard or the house and he isn’t allowed to cover his wiener no matter what. When I left this morning, I pulled it right in front of my mother. Man it’s hard and that kid at the beach was nothin’ compared to my brother. Oh and he doesn’t have any hair there, but his ball sack is much bigger than Nicky’s and you can see his marbles sticking out.   I mean Nicky was like holding a pencil in first grade, but Steven is like a garden hose.”

“Come on let’s go see it,” I was beside myself.

“Oh, Dad said if he doesn’t cooperate with me or my friends, we’d get to whip him with the belt and then he or Mom would do it again. He has to let us do what we want.” She repeated herself, but she was so excited. I don’t think I’d ever seen her so excited.

Mrs. Adams was in the kitchen when we came in.

“Hi Mom, where’s Stevie? Jenna wants to feel his boy thing.”

“He’s in the rec room watching TV. You girls go easy now. He’s in a bad mood.”

“He has to let us though, doesn’t he?”

“Yes, but it’s new to him and to me, so let’s take it easy for a day or two.”

“Well, can Jenna feel his boy things or not?”

“Jenna can feel his boy parts, just don’t hurt him yet. You can rub and pull, but don’t squeeze and stay away from his bottom hole for a day or two. Okay?”

I couldn’t believe it. His mother was giving me permission to play with his stuff and it sounded like within a few days there’d be carte blanche on the activities. Pay dirt!

When we went down to the recreation room, Steven was sitting watching TV. Having heard us coming he had his legs held tightly concealing his boy parts within. My eyes followed his smooth hairless form from his red face, down his trunk, legs and feet. I could readily make out the tan lines halfway between his knees and ass. Then the tan resumed from his waist to his still red face. I couldn’t help but join Mandy in giggling at the kid’s embarrassment. I was getting rather anxious to see the prize he was trying so hard to conceal. “Go away, Mandy and take your little friend with you.”

“Moooommmmmm, Steve is covering his thing,” Mandy didn’t hesitate to holler.

Momentarily Mandy’s father came down the stairs. It was evident from his suit pants and white dress shirt he’d just come from his office. The tie was loosened and his top shirt button was undone. His facial expression showed irritation. As he got to the bottom step he slid his belt from the loops on his pants, folded it over and came down hard on Steven’s legs.   There was a sharp snap and a pink stripe crossed his lap. “Spread those legs and put your hands on your head. You were told by your mother how to behave. Now, get at it or I’ll finish the job I came down to do.”

Slowly Steven put his hands on his head and spread his legs releasing the prize I had been seeking for years. There it was. Just like Mandy had described. It was quite a bit bigger than the kid at the beach and was sticking straight out.

“Go ahead Jenna, you can feel it. Go ahead, pull it if you want to,” Mandy’s father instructed me. I remember the shyness I was feeling as I gently touched the pink head. Steve’s penis bounced a bit. Then Mandy shouted a command.

“Oh, for God’s sake, grab the thing.”

I did. It was hard. I remember thinking I could probably snap it off like a tree limb if I wanted to. It was somewhat embarrassing touching what some would consider taboo parts of the boy’s body while being watched by my best friend and her father.

“You girls shouldn’t have any more trouble. Will they, Steve?” Mr. Adams asked his still pouting son. “I asked you a question, Steve, and I’d better get an answer.” Mr. Adams clinched the still folded over belt.

Steve forced out a response, “No.”

“No what?”

“No, I won’t give them any trouble.” He sniffled out between with his teary eyes cast toward the floor. There he sat with his penis and balls openly exposed to my touch.

Mr. Adams disappeared up the steps, rethreading his belt as he did so. We were alone with a naked boy, a couple of years our senior and we could do almost anything we wanted to learn about his penis and balls. I couldn’t wait to feel it all. As Mr. Adams disappeared up the steps I reached out and cradled Stevie’s ball sac. As my hand closed around the contents I could feel two marbles sliding around inside the sack. He just sat there, his legs spread as wide as he could get them, still sniffling back the mucus created as a result of the whipping, he kept his hands behind his head. I pinched the skin of the sack and pulled it downward. The pressure made the balls protrude under the loose skin. I just giggled with the excitement. As I released the sack, I couldn’t resist slapping his hard dick so it bounced around.

“I wonder why God made boys with these silly parts?” I asked Mandy.

“I don’t know. I guess it makes them easier to play with. Here, let me have a chance.” She butted me out of the way and grabbed her brother’s dick and yanked the fire out of it. I caused him to grunt in complaint.

“Please, Mandy, not so hard,” he politely requested.

“Shut up, Stevie, I can do whatever I want. You heard Mom and Dad.”

“Mandy, I don’t think we should hurt him,” I spoke in the boy’s defense. “I know let’s take him outside and let other people have a look.” I tried to change the venue rather than enter an argument.

“No, let’s stick something up his dick,” she responded. “I mean all the way in and see what happens.”

“No please Mandy. Please.” The boy begged.

“I think before we do that we should ask your mother or father if it’s okay,” I tried to guard against really hurting Steve. I knew he would feel he had to be compliant, but now I’d given him a way to question his sister’s desire.

“Okay, I’ll ask,” Mandy turned toward the stairway, “Moooommmmm. Moooommmm.” She called upward.

From the landing came the response, “What do you need, Amanda?”

“Mom can we put something in Steve’s penis? I mean shove something in the pee hole?”

“Why do you want to do that?”

“So we can learn about what would happen. I mean what’s in there?”

“I guess you could use a Q-tip, but be careful. Don’t hurt him.”

The girl jumped up with a gleeful grin. “I’ll go get some Q-tips.” Steve began pleading for her not to, but to no avail she ran up the stairs to retrieve the cotton swabs. When she returned she had alternative swabs. They weren’t Q-tips. They were individually wrapped cotton swabs attached to six inch wooden sticks.

“I brought these. We can push them in further than those little Q-tips.”

Her mother came down to check on us. She wasn’t the least bit concerned over the swabs her daughter had selected. “I think, if you’re going to do this, we need to tie Steve down so he won’t wiggle as much. This will hurt a little and he needs to be controlled. Let’s take him up to the bedroom and tie his ankles and wrists to the bed posts.”

“No, please Mom. Please.”

“Get up Steve. Let’s go.” She ordered.

Crying and pleading the boy rose at his mother’s command. As he did I couldn’t help but notice the welts from his father’s belt were still prominently displayed on his upper legs, and hips. Secretly, I couldn’t wait to shove one of those swabs up his boy thing just to see what kind of reaction he’d have, but I had to appear somewhat empathetic to his situation. We three went up stairs to his bedroom and his mother secured his wrists and ankles to the bed for us. He didn’t try to resist. He only begged in an attempt to be freed from the impending intrusions.

“There you go, girls. Have fun with him. Be sure to leave enough of the stick showing to be able to pull it out.”   She stood at the doorway momentarily watching as Mandy grabbed her brother’s erect penis and began pressing the cotton end of the swab into the urethra.

“Ooooowwwww, owwww,” Steve writhed in pain. He shifted his hips violently trying to make it difficult for his sister to continue the intrusion.

“Steven, lie still and let the girls push that thing in,” his mother ordered.

“Oooowwwww, oowwwwwwwww, I can’t. It hurts. Please Mom, make her stop.”

“Keep pushing on it Mandy, get it in there,” her mother replied.

When I looked the stick was only showing about two inches above the opening. It was evident the probe was well on its way. Mandy pushed again. “I think it’s stuck on something.” She offered.

“Push a little harder, Honey, it’ll go in,” her mother left the doorway and began approaching the two.

“Oh there it goes. Look pee is coming out,” Mandy reported. Sure enough he was peeing. It was dribbling down the sides of his glans and the shaft and wetting his balls and pubic area eventually flowing down onto his sheets.

“Get a plastic bag to put under him, I don’t want to ruin his mattress,” Mrs. Adams ordered.

Mandy left the penis impaled by the swab and went to get the bag. Seeing his erect staff with the stick protruding from it, I could hardly wait to do it to him myself. I was so hoping the extra swab was for my use. Though I was anxious to explore this anal area as well, the thought of shoving that thing up his dick was just too overwhelming. Mandy returned and Mrs. Adams told Steve to raise his butt. He was crying and didn’t respond so she swatted his hip hard. Then his hips raised and she slid the plastic barrier under him. “You girls go easy on him. Mandy, I think its Jenna’s turn to play with your brother’s boy parts.” She actually handed me the envelope containing the other swab. I could hardly wait.

“Now be sure to twist the stick as you pull the swab out. It’ll clean out his penis.” Mrs. Adams directed. “He’ll scream a little because it will hurt, but you won’t damage him.”

Mandy got a shit eating grin on her face at the thought of hurting her brother. She immediately twisted the stick and slowly pulled it out. The urine stopped flowing as she withdrew the swab. When it was out I was astounded at how open his pee hole appeared. It was actually open and rounded rather than the slit that had been there before Mandy did her thing. His penis was no longer hard but laid limply off to the left on top of his ball sack. He just continued sniffling from the ordeal. “Okay, Jenna, it’s your turn.”

“Please, Jenna. Please,” he cried teary eyed.

“I want to wait until it’s hard again. He’s too soft right now.” I gave him a temporary reprieve. I wasn’t sure he understood I was going to shove the sucker in him as soon as I was assured of his readiness to receive it.

“Mandy, untie me please. Please untie me.”

“No, we’ll wait until Jenna gets a turn. You just lie there while we feel your wiener for a little while. We want it hard again.”

Our handling finally resulted in an erection. His penis was sticking straight up.

I took the swab and then anxiously grabbed Stevie’s five inch hardened penis. It felt as hard as a tree branch. I could see the veins pulsing just under the skin. He immediately began begging me not to do it, but my desire to inflict a little pain on him and explore his male appendage was too much. I squeezed the tip of his dick head and opened the urethra. The tip of the swab entered unimpeded. I think it was because of Mandy work just minutes prior. I pushed the stick and buried it about an inch at a time. It got caught on something about four inches in. Mandy was brutal. When she saw the situation, she instructed me to, “Just pound on it like it was a nail. It’ll go in.” Choosing not to, I began twisting it and at the same time applying inward pressure more along the nature of a drill bit. Steve was crying and begging me to pull it out, but like I said, sadistic as it was, I got a great deal pleasure out of his begging and apparent pain. Again, urine rose to the tip and began running slowly down the sides of his pink glans and eventually falling on his pubic area and scrotum. His face was showing dyer agony as he groaned and begged. I left it in there and enjoyed my accomplishment. Actually, I grabbed his shaft and felt to see if it was any harder. It wasn’t. Then I grabbed the half inch of the stick that was showing above the glans and violently began shaking it. His penis literally flew back and forth. Urine or not it was kind of fun to antagonize the kid. I found the boy’s penis incredibly interesting and fun to play with.

Before I removed the swab Mrs. Adams came down and began taking pictures of me doing my thing with his thing. She mentioned something about posting them on the bulletin board at the upcoming family reunion. Mandy was all about that. "Oh great, then Sheila, Joannie, and Karen can see.”

“Don’t worry Mandy, they’ll get to see. Steve’s going to the reunion nude. He won’t have so much as a flip flop to wear.”

It was apparent that was more disconcerting than my wiggling of his penis. He began to cry audibly after his mother’s announcement.

“You can cry all you want Steve, but I want the family to see how well you’ve developed. It won’t be so bad.”

I don’t think he heard a word she said through the crying and tears. I wished I was going just to see the boy’s humiliation at having to be exposed at the family reunion.

“Don’t worry Steve. It won’t just be the girls playing with your parts. I’m sure your boy cousins will want some time to explore too. Maybe even some of the adults will. It’ll be fun.” She was definitely just being mean to her son at that point. “Everyone will get to touch as much as they want. I might even take some swabs so Mandy can show how to explore a penis properly.”

Now I wanted to attend more than ever. Maybe, with some luck, I’d get invited. As Mrs. Adam’s flash went off once more I blurted out, “Can we post some pictures on the board at school?” I don’t know where that came from but it came anyway.

“Why, Jenna, what a wonderful idea. Take away his secrets from everyone. I like it. I’ll have to call and find out.”

*****

That evening, after dinner, Mom let me go back to the Adam’s house. By the sly grin on her face, it was evident she knew why I just had to go back.

When I arrived, Mr. Adams opened the door and let me in. Steve was lying on his back in the living room while Mrs. Adams slid her hand up and down his hard shaft. As I entered the room she paused and said, “Oh hi Jenna, you here to play for a while?”

“I guess so,” I wasn’t quite sure how to answer that without seeming too anxious to assault her nude son.

She got up leaving Steven to turn over on his stomach. “Oh no young man. On your back, legs spread and arms out of the way. This child wants to explore. Don’t you, Honey?”

He stretched out and I knelt down at his side and reached for his staff. I remember as my hand encircled it, it was warm and hard--much warmer and thicker than Nicky’s was on the beach. The tip was like Nicky’s but it wasn’t quite so small. I squeezed it and opened the pee hole I’d impaled earlier that day. Timidly, I rubbed it and examined the underside. Mandy bounded into the room instructed, “Feel his bag too.” I reached down and used my middle and index finger to stroke his scrotum. As I did, he began moving to a protective fetal ball. His Dad hollered, “Spread ‘em young man, and keep ‘em spread”. He responded by spreading his legs. I must say it was awkward fondling a boy one year my senior as his sister, mother, and father watched and even coached some moves. It kind of gave me a sense of power at the same time it satisfied my curiosity. All I knew was it was going to be a pleasant two weeks.

“You girls need to take him for a walk outside. He needs to get some sun on his buns,” Mrs. Adams was really going to teach this kid a lesson.

“And his pecker too,” Mandy added.

“Mom, Dad said in the house and in the yard. He didn’t say I had to…” Steve tried to argue to contain his exposure.

“You know what I meant, Steve,” his father jumped on his whiny remark.

“But…”

“I said, you know what I meant. They can show you off to the whole damned community for all I care. And, let me tell you, I better not hear you covered up your schlong while they do it. Understand?”

Steve reluctantly got his nude muscular form off the floor. His penis bounced up and down and sideways. I don’t know what came over me, but I reached over and put a strangle hold on it. All I remember is Mrs. Adams and Mandy laughing as I did it. It was like a dream being able to fondle my best friend’s older brother right in front of her parents. “Looks like Jenna is eager to pull you where she wants you.” Mrs. Adams chided. “Go ahead, Honey, pull him outside and feel away.” Steve started to tear up with the anticipation of being publicly displayed. In a way, I felt bad for him knowing how I would feel in the same circumstance, but on the other hand I was really feeling a horny desire to get down and dirty with my exploration. I wanted him to be as embarrassed as he could possibly be.

Apparently so did his father, “Why don’t you girls walk him over to Joey’s like that? Tell Joey to do whatever he wants as well.” That was pure sarcasm, but a hell of an idea.

Well, we did just that. The whole way to Joey’s cars were beeping and people whistling and cat calling at Steve. Mandy just kept instructing him, “Don’t you dare cover up. Let everyone see that wiener, Buddy, or I’ll tell.”

We were half way to Joey’s, when Timmy Sanford and Billy Carrin, both Steve’s age, rode up on their bikes. Billy shouted, “Yoooo, Steve, I didn’t know you were hung that long.” Both boys giggled. “Why are you walking around naked? You trolling or something? God, Steve, some cop’s going to arrest you or something.”

“No they aren’t,” I defended the situation even though both boys knew my Dad was a cop. “Daddy said it was perfectly okay for boys to be nude in public if they didn’t have hair down there. So what do you assholes know about anything.”   To this day I don’t know what made me call them that. I guess I just didn’t like them very much.

Mandy answered, “Mom and Dad say he’s got to stay naked for three weeks. They said he has to let anyone who wants to feel his boy things.”

Both boys laughed and exchanged glances. Timmy asked, “Even us?”

“If you want to, you can.” Mandy granted access.

“Uh, uh. What if we get arrested or something.”

My turn, “What are you deaf or something? I just told you my Dad says if he doesn’t have hair around it, it’s perfectly legal.” It must have satisfied the boys. Timmy reached out and grabbed Steven’s hard on and gave it a violent yank. Steven’s hands immediately went south to protect it from another such assault. Billy put his bike down and said, “Let me feel his balls”. Reaching down he cradled Steven’s sack in his hand and then he squeezed bringing Steven to his knees and eliciting tears in his eyes while he yelled, “Fuck you, Billy. I hate you bastards.” Then he rose and took an offensive posture. “You do something like that again and I’ll kill you. Your ass will be grass.”

It worked, Billy backed off and Timmy stopped laughing at the situation.

“Oh yeah, well next time I’ll shove something up your ass, Steve.”

“You’ll try,” Steve challenged.

The boys got on their bikes and left. What I did get from all that was boys did like to explore each other’s bodies. It was amazing to me. They had the same basic equipment, but they did like feeling each other’s packages.

*****

The next day, I had Steve laid out on his back with his legs pulled up and the soles of his feet touching like Mrs. Adams had shown me. I liked her idea because it gave me an unbelievable pose allowing complete and total access to his erection and ball sack. I rubbed the shaft relentlessly and would sometimes slap it so it bounced back and forth--quite amusing those boys’ parts actually more so than I ever dreamt. I found myself tickling the area between the hole and base of his now tight ball sack. I’d purposely plant my index finger tip right in the hole and he’d jump. Finally, I just pressed the outside of his anus and looked inquiringly at his sister and mother who were enjoying the show. As I held my finger at the entrance Mrs. Adams said, “Go ahead, if you’d like.” I couldn’t believe it. Truth be told I don’t think Steven believed it either. Just as he uttered the first syllabus of objection, I put a strangle hold on his still erect dick, yanked it hard and trust the index finger of my other hand all the way in the trap door. He rose off the blanket. Mrs. Adams and Mandy were in awe at the move. Both chuckled with a surprised look on their faces.   “How’s that Steve? Do you think Joey would have stayed out?” His mother was really punishing her son for his homosexual curiosity of two days before.

Mandy broke the tension. “What’s it feel like in there?”

Mrs. Adams was quick to offer, “Why don’t we each do that to him and find out. What ya’ say, Mandy?”

As the two approached, I remove my finger and turned him over to his mother who also grabbed and yanked the erect penis while inserting the finger of her other hand deep into the boy’s rectum. She wiggled her finger around, still holding Steve up off the blanket by his penis. Frankly, I don’t know how she avoided cutting him with her long fingernail, but in it went and no blood. She put a joking look on her face and said, “It’s really kind of squishy. Oh, oh, here it is. His little prostate is right…” the boy jumped as she obviously added an additional thrust, “right here.” Steven was crying quite openly and begging his mother to stop her intrusion. She released the penis and removed her finger and Steven sobbed as he flopped back down on the blanket.

“Don’t get too comfortable. It’s your sister’s turn.” His mother cautioned.

“Please, don’t. Please, Mom,” the boy begged.

Unmoved, his mother just said, “Go ahead Mandy. It’s your turn.”

There was a momentary pause as she responded, “I don’t want to hurt him, Mom.”

“Oh don’t worry it doesn’t hurt him anymore. Jenna took care of any hurting. It’s wide opened now and you can just slide right in, but I do think you should pull him up by his penis at the same time. Just looks good when you do. Go ahead.”

Mandy moved into place grabbed her brother’s penis and pulled him up off the blanket. As his cheeks were elevated three inches or so, she shoved her finger up his ass. “Yuck, this is disgusting.” She removed her finger and said, “Look there’s shit on my finger”.

“Just put it in Steve’s mouth and he’ll clean it off for you.” Mrs. Adams was ruthless.

“I’m not going to have my brother eat shit,” she retorted.

“I said put your finger in his mouth. Or, do you need to be punished too?”

Mandy followed her mother’s directive and shoved her finger in the boy’s mouth. His cry was now a mumble as Mrs. Adams ordered, “Suck it off Steve. Queers do it all the time, honey. Do you really think you want to be a homosexual? Imagine it’s your friend Joey’s erect penis and suck it.”

This was all unfair as it was my understanding they were innocently comparing their body parts and the whole homosexual thing at this point was a real leap. I was a bit uncomfortable as I watched the hairless naked boy suck his excrement from his sister’s finger. Mandy didn’t look too comfortable with that either, but she did it.

“Now Steve, I want you to give the girls a reason to whip your bare ass with the belt. Just tell them ‘no’ to any request they have or keep them or any of their friends from exploring you body and you’ll get the belt—first from either of them and then from me. Give ‘em a reason, boy.”

With that Mrs. Adams returned to the house. Her message was pretty plain—short of cutting off his penis or balls we could do whatever we wanted to the boy and he had to allow it.

That August Mrs. Adams started to shave the fine blond hairs that began showing up on Steven’s pubic area. She allowed us to participate by pulling up on his penis and moving all around as she slid the razor over the area. One day as Mandy was stroking her brother’s penis and playing with the glans he shot his first wad. At least the first, we knew of. We didn’t know exactly what that was, but it just spurted some very sticky white stuff. He must have liked it because he groaned—not a groan of pain but very obviously a groan of pleasure. We both were a little stunned. Mandy and I had had sex ed in school and were aware of semen, but we’d never actually seen it. In a panic she called for her mother. Mrs. Adams identified the liquid as semen and reiterated the lecture we heard in school. “He shot a wad,” Mrs. Adams chuckled and as she patted Steven’s ass continued in a baby talk tone, “my little boy is growing up.”

“Does that mean he can’t be naked anymore?” there was a sense of disappointment in Mandy’s question.

“Oh, no, we’ll keep him naked for a couple more months. I’ll just shave him clean. After all, we wouldn’t want you to keep the show of Steven’s Old Faithful impersonation from the other kids now would we?”

I wasn’t sure what that comment was supposed to mean. “His what?”

Mrs. Evan’s smiled and said, “His squirting incidents, Jenna. Don’t you want to show the other kids how that works? Of course, if you didn’t want to do that, you can always make him rub himself, in front of other people, until he ejaculates.”

“Until what?” I was really under informed about the sexual jargon.

“He squirts. We call that ejaculates.”

“Oh…”

*****

I raced home from school and rode my bike to Mandy’s. I really was eager (horny) to feel up her brother’s cock and balls. Steven was no longer a stranger at all. There wasn’t much of anything I didn’t know about him and his forced nudity has led to my rather thorough education about boys’ bodies.

Mandy’s mom answered the door. She told me Steven had just stripped after having come home from school. She told me I could go up to his bedroom to play with him if I wished. They, his mother and father, had removed the door from his room so he could be observed at their whim. When I got up there he was lying face down on his bed.

I ordered with a touch of humor, “Hey, Steven roll over. I want to play with my toys.”

He told me to “Go away.”

I told him if I did I would tell his mother and she would let me whip him with a belt. Annoyed he finally rolled over exposing quite a surprise. His dick head was painted yellow, the shaft was green and his ball sack was a medium blue.

“What happened to you?”

“Mom made me go to the Duncans’ for Teddy’s seventh birthday. Mrs. Duncan felt the kids should not only feel me but she insisted they “add some color to [my] life” so she put some enamel paint out and told them to paint whatever parts they wanted. All the time I had to stay in that position with my feet pulled up and my hands behind my head. What part do you think they wanted to paint? What part would you choose to paint?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. I felt the tip of his now erect penis and that enamel was hopelessly attached to the skin. I squeezed it to make sure the pee hole would still open. It did. The paint on the shaft was slick and his balls sack was pretty well matted with the blue color.

“Did your mom see?”

“I have to be naked all the time. Remember? Of course she saw it.”

“Well, well, did she try to clean them off?”

“No. She just said it was ‘cute’ and made me keep it like this. She said it would wear off in a week or so and not to worry about it. She doesn’t have to strip naked before gym classes. I have gym tomorrow and Thursday. What happens if the other boys see it?”

“Tell ‘em what happened.”

“What that a bunch of six and seven year old kids got to paint it?” he shrugged.

I must admit though I hadn’t taken my hands off his boy parts, I was so engrossed in the conversation my mind was somewhere else. His dick wasn’t though it was hard as a rock.

“Well hide when you change. I’d hide anyway if I had to dress out for P.E.” I was really empathetic as it was very apparent Steve was worried about his situation.

“Next year you and Mandy will know what it’s like to have to strip and shower in front of the rest of the girls in your class. But I heard the girls’ locker room had private showers, not like the boys where it’s one big shower room where you can’t hide anything.”

Then I had an idea, “Hey does your dad have any sandpaper?”

“Yeah, what for?”

“Well I can try to sand it off. It might hurt a bit, but I kind of wanted to hurt you today anyway. Is Mandy home yet?”

“No she had detention for not doing her homework.”

“When she gets home we’ll clean all of this off.”

“No, I don’t want you to do that, it’ll hurt a lot.”

“You don’t have much choice now do you. We’ll sand the paint and scrub the whole thing with turpentine. That should add some sting too. I wonder how that will feel on your little purse there.” I was feeling a little naughty wanting to punish his boy parts. Maybe Freud was right, maybe I had some penis envy. I really wanted to hurt Steve’s parts. I wanted him crying for me to stop. I didn’t know what his mother would say, but I didn’t care. In the past few days I had hurt his backside on three occasions, but never his front parts. This would be a new experience for me and I was sure my friend Mandy would enjoy bringing some pain to her older brother as well.

*****

Two weeks after we became comfortable with penetrating his inner sanctum, his hole was more and more easily violated. I guess we’d stretched the muscles down there or something, but our fingers slid in much more easily. Now we could actually put two or sometimes three in at a time. We also violated him with objects that would fit. As it would turn out, when we brought him to our house my mother suggested we “stake” him out in the front yard, spread eagle so passersby could be entertained as well. My next door neighbor, Mr. Aldridge came over and drove four stakes into the ground with his sledge hammer and attached ropes to them. He made Steve lie down and one by one attached his wrists and then his ankles to the ropes. For all practical purposes Steve was helpless after that. Oh yeah, he could wiggle a little bit, but his penis and balls, his anus and all were completely exposed and unprotected.

“He’s a real looker, isn’t he?” He looked at Mom for affirmation. “What a handsome lad and what a gifted package.” Mr. Aldridge reached over and began stroking Steven’s erection. And sure enough Steve erupted, squirting semen on his belly and legs. Mr. Aldridge just wiped it off his hand and began stroking again. He spent another half hour or so massaging Steven’s boy parts. We girls couldn’t help but notice some tenting in his pants. Then he went home for his camera.

Anthony Gibson, a fourteen year old came by with his little brother Vincent. Vinny who was still in elementary school, I think fourth grade, was kind of interested too. Actually, Mandy and I still couldn’t quite figure out why boys would be so interested in another boy. After all didn’t they all have the same parts? But they were. Anyway, Anthony took off a button he had on his ratty old ball cap. It had a pin attached to back of it about two inches long. What came next was a real reach for me as to acceptability.

“Hey, Vinny, take this and push it through his pecker head. Let’s see what happens.” The elder Gibson handed his more than wired little brother the button with the pin bent outward.

I remember Steve tried to wiggle his body in protest as he yelled out, “I’ll kill you two. Don’t do it. I’ll kill you.” He actually was the point of tears as the nine year old grabbed his penis and pressed the tip of the pin against the glans. “Don’t Vinny. Pleaassseee.” The two boys laughed.

Next thing I knew, Anthony gave the final order, “Do it, Vinny”. The pin was driven through Steven’s glans and he screamed out in pain. Vinny backed away leaving the needle piercing the penis and as Steven wiggled in pain the button attached to the pin flapped around with each gyration of Steve’s body.

“Take it out, take it out,” Steven cried and cringed and arched his back.

I couldn’t stand it anymore, “Take it out Vinny. Now! Vinny.” Mandy just stood there with a slight smile on her face. It was almost like she didn’t know what to do. But, it was also evident she was enjoying the sadistic situation.

Vinny removed the pin and Stevie’s penis bled a little bit from each side of the head. As if that weren’t enough, that shit Anthony then ordered, “Now, put it through one of his balls.”

I objected, but my words fell on deaf ears. Vinny pressed the pin through the scrotum and into a testicle. Steven let out a scream unlike the one from the earlier stabbing incident in that it was about twice as loud and his face had a very pained grimace as he squirmed and arched in an effort to free himself of the pin and button. The incident brought my mother to the door, and seeing the situation she came out and pulled the pin out herself.

“Who did this?”

Vinny said, “Well Anthony told me to.”

“How would you boys like to strip and let us poke you with a pin? Maybe I should call your mother and tell her what you’re up to. How’d you like that Anthony?”

“I wouldn’t.”

“Vinny?”

“No, Mam.”

“Get in the house we’re going to give her a call.”

You could see a little consternation on their faces. Vinny began crying and begging as she pushed them into the house. Now, I don’t know what was said or who said it, but fifteen minutes later Mom brought both boys out naked as the day they were born. Mandy and I were really excited to have some fresh meat to explore.

“Girls, here are two more boys for you to do whatever you want with. I would suggest you untie Steven and put one of them down there. Jenna, go over and tell Mr. Aldridge to bring his camera. Steven, after they untie you, come in the house I want to take a look at your penis and scrotum.”

We untied Steven. Mandy apologized for not saving him from the brutality of the Gibson boys. She also said, “After Jenna’s mom looks at your thing, come out and you can do stuff to these guys.”

I ran over to Mr. Aldridge’s and told him of the new models he had to take pictures of. He grabbed his camera and walked over as Mandy finished securing Anthony to the stakes under the watchful eye of my mother and Steven. As we approached Mom took Steven into the house. His eyes were still red from tears and his penis still had some blood spots on the head. What was interesting was Anthony had a bush of hair surrounding the top of his penis. He was hard as a rock as Mandy grabbed and yanked his rod. Vinny, on the other hand, was still very much a little boy. His penis was at attention as well, but was more like a grownup’s index finger in size. Both were circumcised. Mr. Aldridge asked if Mandy or I could see if Mom would shave Anthony like Mandy’s mom was doing to Steven. I shrugged and went in to ask. Actually, I liked it when someone was shaving the hairs off boys’ penises. I knew that from helping Mrs. Adams with Steven’s penis.

“Mom, Mr. Aldridge asked if we could shave Anthony’s things.”

“Sure, I don’t think his mother would have a problem with that. She was pretty angry at what they did to Steven. She said to have Steven do it to the same thing to them, but I said that just wouldn’t be right. Maybe Steven could shave Anthony. What do you think Steven?” She was sitting there holding Steven’s penis in her hand as she asked.

“Yeah, I’ll do it.” He was still sniffling.

“Go out and tell Mr. Aldridge Steven will come out and shave it. You girls can help or better yet make Vinny help. That should piss off Anthony a little bit.”

I did. Mr. Aldridge was pulling on Anthony’s erection when I relayed the message. His eyes shifted from the me I to Vinny who was bouncing around, and not even trying to cover his hard-on. “Jenna grab Vinny’s penis and pull him over to me.” He asked more than ordered.

Again, I did. Vinny gave a half assed objection, something like “Hey…” but I ignored him. Mr. Aldridge began exploring Vinny’s penis and testicle’s while maintaining a grip on his staked out brother. Anthony began to object hollering at Mr. Aldridge, “What are you queer or something?” Mr. Aldridge ignored him as he gently fingered Vinny’s tight little ball sack.

Momentarily we heard the screen door shut and Mom came out gently guiding Steve with a hand on his shoulder. “He’ll live.”

Steven stood there still red eyed holding a can of shaving cream and a razor.

“Have at it boy,” Mr. Aldridge backed off releasing Anthony’s shaft.

Mom then ordered Vinny to grab his brother’s erect penis and move it side to side so Steve could shave it clean. Now it was time for Anthony to struggle with the ropes in an attempt to free himself to prevent the first vestiges of manhood from being removed from his body. Mr. Aldridge draped himself over Anthony’s mid section to minimize the squirming. It worked. Steven began the shaving with my mother giving him instructions. What was really neat was Anthony was in agony as the razor pulled at the hairs. It was evident most of the hairs were so long they were being pulled out rather than cut.

“It’s like watching someone get a bikini wax, isn’t it?” My mother joked. “I guess we should have cut the hairs down to stubble before we started shaving.”

Anthony was hollering threats and obscenities the whole time. Steven just kept shaving until the elder boy’s phallus was standing in a desert rather than the forest it had a few minutes earlier. There was some minor irritation and bleeding where the hair had been.

Mom took over from there, “Okay, Steven, now shave his arm pits.” They looked fairly clean, but Steven creamed and shaved both anyway. “Next the legs. I think his backside is pretty clean from what I could see when I stripped him. Just get the legs, he’ll be done.”

Anthony continued with the threats and obscenities aimed primarily at Mom. Though there were some references to Mr. Aldridge about being a child molester and queer.

“His language is terrible”, Mom complained to Mr. Aldridge. “Maybe we should stripe his white backside?”

“I guess we could. It might teach him some manners.” Aldridge agreed.

Both Mandy and I were quiet but thrilled at the prospect of watching Anthony get his tail torn up.

“Jenna, go get one of Daddy’s belts. Make sure it’s a thin one. I want it to sting like hell.”

I did as I was told.

When I returned Mr. Aldridge had Anthony tied down face down. Taking the belt he knelt down and began whipping Anthony’s ass--stripe after stripe appeared on the white butt. There was no rhythm it was just a barrage of strikes each ending with a very audible snap and a red line across the boy’s white cheeks. Anthony was screaming and tears were flowing, but Mr. Aldridge just kept going. When he finally finished, he asked Mom if she wanted a turn. She mercifully declined saying, “I think you drove the point home enough for both of us.” Anthony just lay there sobbing and Vinny was evidently impressed by the results as he was wide eyed and silent. “If I have to whip him again, I’ll do the front instead of the backside. He’ll wish he’d been better behaved.”

Mr. Aldridge set to turning Anthony over. There was not one ounce of objection from the still sobbing boy. “Now I want you to suck Steven’s cock. You understand Anthony. You will suck it until I tell you to stop. Do you understand?” Anthony nodded compliantly. “When Steven shoots his stuff you swallow it. I don’t want to see a drop of it coming out of your mouth. Do you understand?” Again, Anthony nodded as a new burst of crying came out. “Steve, put your dick in Anthony’s mouth and keep it there unless I tell you different. If it comes out I’ll beat you with the belt too.”

Steven looked toward my mother who was trying unsuccessfully to hide a smile of delight at what was about to happen. “Do what Mr. Aldridge said, or he’ll beat your backside, Steven.”

As Steve approached Anthony, I was in awe. To say I wasn’t excited to watch this myself would be a lie. Then Mrs. Adams said, “Go ahead Jenna, you can feed it to Anthony. Just take Steven’s penis and put it in Anthony’s mouth.” I gently took the hard and swaying phallus and pulled it until Steven relinquished.   In it went. I found myself pushing the back of Anthony’s head toward Steven to make sure as much of it was where I’d be instructed to put it.

Mr. Aldridge was videoing the whole ordeal. As he kept his eye pressed on the viewfinder he ordered Anthony to “suck it”. For three or four minutes Anthony sucked on the penis. Suddenly, Steven grabbed the back of Anthony’s head as his butt cheeks clinched and his hips pressed forward. He let out an unmistakably loud groan of pleasure. Anthony’s eyes showed panic as his throat moved in a swallowing motion. It was really neat to watch.

Then Aldridge said, “Okay, you can take his penis out of your mouth.” Anthony was crying again. His face showed a mixture of confusion and embarrassment. Mr. Aldridge has put his camera down and gently guided Anthony back to the ground. The ropes were reapplied to the boy’s wrists and ankles rendering him spread eagle and defenseless.

“Vinny, it’s your turn. Go rub your brother’s penis until it’s hard. “

It took a good five minutes for Anthony to shift from crying to quietly staring off as his phallus took an erect position. “Now, Vinny you’re good with pins, how about you shove the pin here through his penis, like you did to Stevie.”

My mother objected a bit. “Mr. Aldridge, I think that’s a bit much, don’t you? I mean let’s not hurt the kid.”

“He’ll be alright. What was it you said his mother said?”

“She said to let Steve do the same thing to her boys. But, I told her that wasn’t a good idea.”

Our neighbor just shrugged and said, “Kind of an eye for an eye thing. It won’t do any permanent damage.”

“Well, all right, but I want to be on record as not approving.”

Mr. Aldridge then ordered, “Do it, boy!”

“No, please, please, I won’t do it again,” Anthony begged for the adults to resend the order, but to no avail. “Go on now. Push the pin through his tip.” The little boy didn’t stall any longer and he pressed the pin completely through his brother’s engorged glans.

“How do you like it Anthony?” Mr. Aldridge was relentless. “No Vinny you leave it stuck there for a few minutes.”

Mr. Aldridge had recorded the whole torture process for posterity.

After ten minutes of watching Anthony cry and writhe, and observing his penis flop side to side trying desperately to relieve itself from being impaled, Mom told Vinny to take it out.

Aldridge still filming said, “Okay Vinny now get down there and suck your brother’s blood off. Just put the whole thing in your mouth and suck. And, Vinny, if he shoots his wad you will swallow it or I’ll push that pin in your penis and testicles, understand?” The little eight year old just nodded and compliantly became a milking machine for his brother. The penis was flaccid as he put it in his mouth. I assume as a result of the trauma it’d just been through with the pin. After a few moments, it was once again hard as a rock. “Steven, get behind Vinny and while he sucks his brother, shove your finger in his butt hole.” This guy was trying to produce a really raunchy kiddy-porn film—a train of boys exploring each other. Anyway, Stevie did as he was told. I kind of think, Stevie was curious about that anyway. I mean even though he was reluctant to press his index finger into Vinny, he had a smirk on his face. Vinny jumped when Steve impaled him and then choked a bit as his brother’s penis hardened and pushed further and further down toward his throat. A few minutes later, his Anthony pushed his little brother’s head down, brought his hips off the ground and stared off into space as his labored breathing was paired with groans of pleasure. Vinny again choked a little bit as he consumed his brother’s load.

What a day that was. I’d never imagined what I didn’t know about the mechanics of it all. I’ll never forget that day. Of course, if I did start to forget I could always borrow Mr. Aldridge’s DVDs.

*****

The whole ordeal watching the Gibson boys’ humiliation was a turn on. What I remember vividly was Anthony’s beating with the strap. I didn’t think I shared Mandy’s love of watching pain inflicted on the boys, but I did. I guess I was becoming a little more sadistic in my passions, but I was, at last, quite sure I’d like a hand at apply red stripes on some boy’s bare backside and possibly coming down hard with a belt on their dick and balls as well.

It wasn’t long before I would be able to act on those desires as Steven was becoming somewhat belligerent toward Mandy and my constant handling of his stuff. I remember him hollering at Mandy on several occasions, “You’re not in-charge of me.” The problem was both of us were, in fact, in-charge of him. He’d forgotten his mother and father’s mandate that we girls could do what we wanted with him and that he would be completely nude all the while we did it. He would soon challenge my authority. I guess because I was the “outsider”.

I don’t really know what his problem was. All I wanted him to do was let me put a bracelet of sorts around the base of his dick and ball sack. I’d made it of elastic and pink heart shaped beads. I did slide it over his boyhood and let the elastic snap closed. Maybe I pinched him, but he grabbed the bracelet and tore it off breaking the elastic. Now, I was a little upset, but more confused. Mandy, on the other hand ran upstairs and told her father what’d transpired. My fun was about to begin.

Mr. Adams came slowly down the stairs and was holding what appeared to be a three or four foot stick with a handle on it. As he entered the rec room he swooshed it through the air and it made a woooshh with each swing. As he got closer I recognized it as part of a fishing rod. The eyes that guided the fishing line had been removed and the tip cut short, but there was no mistaking it was the fiberglass remnants of what was a fishing pole. He stopped and bent the pole by pulling the tip down making an arch while he held the handle.

“Steve, my boy, get over to the couch.” Steven had a very frightened look on his face as he complied with his father’s orders. “Now, bend over the arm and spread your legs.” Slowly he complied while turning his head over his shoulder and watching the man with the ominous tool who stood behind him. “If I were you, I’d grab the arm of the couch and hold tight. Jenna, get over here.”

I moved toward Mr. Adams. He handed me the fishing pole. “It’s time to make sure Steven understands who’s in-charge and we get some respect for your role in his life at this point.   I want you to whip his ass with this pole until I tell you to stop.” Then he took hold of my arm and positioned me to the side of Steven who was already crying. “Make your swing more wrist than arm. Snap the pole so it leaves a red stripe each time you hit his ass. Go ahead give it a try.”

I’m not going to lie. I felt a rush of excitement as a result of this opportunity. I swished the pole and connected with Steven’s butt. He screamed, but there wasn’t a red line that I could see. “Come on Jenna, you can do better than that. Whip the boy.” Mr. Adams wanted his son punished for his contempt toward me. I swished the air a couple of times and heard the “whooooopppp” of the pole. My next connection with Stevie’s butt snapped and left a long thin red welt.

“Oooooo, that was a good one, Jenna. Do it again!” Mandy was beside herself.

Her father’s praise followed, “That’s more like it, Jenna. Give him some more. Just like that.”

I made four more connections and added four more stripes. Steven moved his hands in an attempt to comfort his now red, and, I was certain, stinging backside and his father cautioned him, “You keep your hands where they are until we’re done or I’ll turn you over and let her do this to the other side.” God, I wished he’d moved. I would have loved whipping his penis and balls. But he didn’t. He just sobbed uncontrollably while I landed four more stripes.

“Hey, when do I get a turn?” Mandy felt left out.

“You’ll have plenty of time to do it this summer. Just let Jenna make her point,” her father consoled her.

“Okay, Jenna, that’s enough,” he grabbed the pole just as I was about to land another one. Then he stood Steven up. “Do you understand, who’s in-charge now, Boy?” Through the sobbing and sniffling he nodded his understanding. His hands cradled his well stripped backside without parental protest.

“How’s that bottom feel, huh?” Mr. Adams asked.

“It stings and is hot,” he sobbed his response was in an indignant tone.

“Good, remember it.” Then he turned toward Mandy and me and ordered, “Take your brother around the block so everyone can see what happens to little boys who defy control.” He handed Mandy the pole. “Take this with you. If he tries to hide his stripes, whip his boy parts right then and there.” He grabbed Steve’s arm, “Did you hear what I told the girls? You will walk with our hands to your sides or you’ll get a few stripes where you definitely don’t want them.” Steven sniffled and nodded in an affirmative way.

We walked Steven around the block without much fanfare. There weren’t many people outside or paying attention to him. A few motorists honked as they went by, but I think they missed the whole point of the show.

“Let’s take him over to the school playground. There should be some kids we can show him to over there.” Mandy had a devious look on her face. She punctuated her idea with a few swishes of the pole through the air. “Hey, Steve, want a piece of this?” She whipped it through the air again.   Steven momentarily grasped his crotch defensively.

“I didn’t do anything,” he pleaded.

“I know, but you will I’m sure if it.” Mandy was devious.

The playground truly was occupied. Two kids who were generally younger than we were climbing on the monkey bars. A lady I assumed to be their mother was sitting on a bench as she watching them.

“I heard about you. You must be the Adams boy.” She addressed Steven who was sporting a hard on which swayed every which way as he walked. “I think the whole town knows about you. I like the idea and support your parents.”

“He is,” Mandy responded.

“What happened to your bottom there, Sport?”

Before Steven could answer Mandy engaged the parent, “He didn’t let my friend do what she wanted to his thing, so my Dad let her whip him with this.”

“Could I see that?”

Mandy handed the woman the pole, she swished it a couple of times through the air. “Ingenious! I never thought about using a fishing pole to discipline my boys, but this really says ‘I mean business’ doesn’t it?” She handed it back to Mandy. “Come here, son.” Steven approached. She grabbed his penis and pulled it until he turned around. Then she released it and fingered the welts, I had put there just an hour or so before. “You did this?” she asked me. I nodded yes. “Good job, young lady, good job.”

Her sons were younger than Steven. One appeared to be six or seven years old and the other was probably about nine. They were kind of cute. Both were fairly trim and muscular. They had dark features and their rather muscular legs were well tanned. I was really quite interested in seeing what the older one was packing, though I was sure it was probably smaller than Stevie’s. As we watched, she again fingered Steve’s bottom. “I really am impressed with the job you did on your brother here.”

“Oh, I’m not his sister. She is. I’m her friend.”

“And his parents let you whip him?”

“Yeah, Mom and Dad said he had to do whatever my friends or I said. She just wanted to put a bracelet around his dick and he purposely broke it. Sooooo, Dad let Jenna whip him to let him know.”

“Well, I’m impressed. You mean any of your friends can play with his winkie?”

I found the word ‘winkie’ a little strange. Nicky, the boy at the beach, had a ‘winkie’, Steven had a dick. The size difference was notable, but seeing she was an adult and we were kids, I let it slide.

Mandy answered, “Yeah, anybody can feel him. In fact, you can stick your finger up his ass if you want.” With that Steve got a very apprehensive look on his face.

“Well now, come sit here Steve and spread those legs. Let’s let old Mrs. Morrisay inspect your equipment.   Smooth, no hair and look here hard as a rock. Both balls are descended,” she fingered his scrotum. “Let me pinch that little pink dickhead.” She did. “All I can say is when you get a few more years on you, the girls will be pretty happy.”

She stroked his penis base to head. “Shoot yet?”

“Yeah, he just started. Mom shaves him just to make sure he doesn’t get fuzz before the summer’s over.”

“Oh she does? That’s a pretty good idea. Let’s see if I can’t rub you until you shoot, huh Steve.” The lady then proceeded to milk him. Shoot he did. Little spurts of semen flew out the tip and on to the ground in front of the bench. “Felt pretty good, didn’t it Steve?”

Steven mumbled something.

She repeated, “I said, it felt good, didn’t it Steve?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“That’s better. You know I think my boys should even out their tans as well.” She called the two over.

“What’s that kid naked for?” the little one asked as he pointed at Steven’s penis.

“His mother and father want him to be naked. It’s good for him.” She responded. “I think it might be good for you two as well. Why don’t you take your clothes off and give them to Momma.”

The six year old started without further prompting, but the older boy hesitated. “I don’t want to.”

“Timmy now! I didn’t ask if you wanted to.   Get ‘em off.” She patted the bench to indicate where the discarded clothing was to be placed. Timmy still showed hesitancy. “May I have that pole please?”

Mandy handed it to her. There was a swish and then she struck the eldest just under the hemline of his shorts. There was a red stripe that appeared not an inch above the back of his knees. The force buckled him and he fell to the ground. He screamed and tears immediately began to flow. “Get your clothes off now, Timmy.” He got the message. “Yes, I’m going to have to get me one of these. The boys need the ‘rod of correction’. Especially this one,” she tapped Timmy on the shoulder with the pole. “For boys, the greater the pain the more effective the message.”

The youngest was nude and made no attempt to hide his little circumcised nub. It poked out about an inch above a well compacted ball sack. “Can I go play?” the mother motioned toward the playground. Timmy was down to his tighty whities. “Get ‘em off.” He hesitantly complied as a really long, erect penis bobbed up and down as the elastic cleared it. His ball sack was definitely still pretty tight, but oh that penis was about the girth of my index finger, but it must have been close to the length of Steve’s.

I guess I was not very subtle in my surprise. “Go ahead honey you can feel it,” the mother invited. “Timothy, let the nice girl feel your winkie.” He moved toward me covering as much as he could. The bottom of his well pronounced glans was sticking out from the top of the hand he was using to hide it. Suddenly his mother crossed his bare ass with the pole. “Keep your hands away. You are never to hide your winkie or your sack from anyone.”

He burst into an audible cry. “I don’t wanna let her touch it.”

“That’s too bad. You are going to be like this big boy—naked all the time from now on. Anyone can touch your boy parts whenever they want. Now, get over to that little girl and let her feel your winkie.” She was yelling, and I think partially because she still held the pole, he didn’t argue further.

As I felt his little hard on, I thought of the boys in my classes who’d take pencils and holding either end would allow their friends to karate chop the pencil in half. It drove the teachers crazy. I’m sure the parents weren’t too pleased either. But, what I wanted to do is grab that penis by both ends and invite Mandy to chop it. I didn’t of course, but I did think of it. I found myself just stroking the nine year old phallus, base to tip, base to tip. “Hey Steve, put this in your mouth and suck it for him.” I don’t know why I said that, but I did. Catching myself, I address the boy’s mother, “Oh, I’m sorry. I just got carried away.”

“Oh, that’s okay. I’d kind of like to see that myself.”

“Okay, Steve, do it,” Mandy pushed him by the shoulder.

The little boy sat on the edge of the bench with his legs spread and I ushered Steven to kneel in front of him. “Oh come on, you big sissy. He isn’t shooting anything yet. Worst case scenario is he pees in your mouth. Go on now.” I pushed his head toward the little but long dick. His mouth opened as he engulfed it.

Timmy let out with, “Hey.” I guess he didn’t understand what we were going to be doing.

His mother slapped his thigh and said, “Put it in his mouth.”

Steve sucked it. It was almost like he was enjoying the activity. Little Timmy was gazing off in the distance and seemed trance like. Guess he found a new pleasure of life. After three or four minutes his legs and little backside stiffened off the bench as he went through a gyration I until then had only attributed to boys who were ‘shooters’. Steve pulled away. “Did he shoot stuff?” I asked.

“No.”

“What was that?” I was still very curious.

“It was an orgasm. Timmy isn’t old enough to shoot much of anything, but his system still responds. It’s just dry. No semen.” His mother explained. “Did you like that Timmy?”

“No”, the boy was angry in his response.

“I think you did,” the mother teased.

“It was gay,” Timmy crossed his arms. Amazing how informed a nine year old is today.

“Gay or not, you liked it. Don’t tell me you didn’t. Maybe you and Josh can do that to each other, huh?” She explained, “Josh is the little one over there.”

“I’m not doing that,” Timmy objected.

“You’ll do whatever I tell you to do,” she reached toward the pole. “I’m going to have one of these by tomorrow. I swear I’ll make your butt hamburger meat, if you don’t get your act together Timmy. Now go play.”

“I can’t go over there. There are kids from my class over there now. And, they’re girls too.”

“Timmy go over there and play. And, don’t you dare cover your winkie. Now, go. Better yet”, she grabbed him by the arm and dragged him toward the girls. “Girls look over here. It’s Timmy and he’s naked just like his brother there. You can feel his thing as much as you want. Here he is. If he doesn’t let you feel, let me know and I’ll whip him right in front of you.”

Timmy burst into tears again as he angrily tried to free himself from his mother’s grasp. She held him until the hoard of girls, some of whom were his classmates, arrived with savage conviction to feel his erect penis. There were little hands everywhere.

“Steven, go over there and let some of those kids feel yours,” Mandy commanded.

Both boys were ravaged by the young girls.

*****

As the next few months wore on, Steven didn’t seem to be too objectionable to our milking sessions. He didn’t object. At first, yes, but not after he’d had to publicly entertain just about every kid from the neighborhood. In the absence of his belt stripes which were often imprinted on his ass during the first couple of months and always of interest to the neighborhood boys particularly, his “Old Faithful” impersonations brought new life into both gender’s interest in his penis. Actually, after being manhandled fifteen or twenty times both he and the other kids had begun developing a lack of interest in his condition. I, on the other hand, never tired of playing with his erect penis. I enjoyed playing with him while other people watched. I enjoyed allowing other kids to play with him as well. So did Mandy. Actually, we enjoyed popularity among other girls we’d never known before. Guess, when you’ve got a toy they don’t have or can’t get, they’ll befriend you just to play with it. Steven was just that magnet for us.

Both Mandy and I were adamant that if he covered his penis from view at any time we’d tell and get to whip him with a belt or that fishing pole. For that reason he’d usually opt to turn his back toward new viewers rather than try to cover his parts. Of course, we’d command him to face the new observers and “spread ‘em” so his legs would spread at least enough to give a great view of his balls and usually straight hard on. I remember, one particular day, when four seven and eight year old girls from down the street chanced upon a totally nude Steven out in the yard. The giggling started, and, of course, the entourage stopped and pointed and stared. I ordered him to face the girls and “spread ‘em” he hesitantly did as he was ordered. I don’t know what compelled it, but I then reached out and encircled his erect penis with my hand and began playing with the peephole as those girls watched from a distance. As I played with his erection I invited the group of girls closer. They closed in from twenty feet away to within a foot or two and watched me fondle Steven’s boy parts. “Any of you want to try?”

With the invite to get more intimate with their person of interest I was undated with, “Oh, I do! I do!”s.

“Okay, you can pull on it hard as you want, you can play with his bag…”

“Can we put our fingers in that hole like you did?”

“Oh, his peehole? Sure.”

“You can slap it, or hit it with sticks, whatever you want. You can feel his little bag here. There are things inside you can feel if you squeeze it. If you squeeze too hard he’ll fall down in pain. I’m just warning you, so you aren’t scared if that happens.”

“I’ve never seen a naked boy before. How come they have a hose?”

“You mean you’ve never, ever seen a naked boy?” I asked the younger girl.

“Nope, never. Well, this part is his penis,” I again grabbed the five or six inch hard on. “The tip here is called a glans.” I probed the rubbery engorged tip with my forefinger. “And this is where boys’ pee comes out.” I inserted the nail of my pinky finger hard enough that Steven grunted and cringed.

“What if he pees while we’re playing with it?”

“Well then you’ll have to be careful and you can take this part”, I again grabbed the shank of the organ, “and point it wherever you want. But, if he doesn’t warn you before he pees, I’ll let you whip him with a belt.”

“You aren’t his mother, how can you whip him with a belt?”

“Because his sister and I are in-charge of him and his mother wants us to whip him if he needs it.” I responded as Mandy rejoined the scene from in the house.

“Did you tell the girls they can play with Stevie’s thing?” she inquired.

“Yeah, I’m just finishing up the sex parts lesson,” I laughed, and then turned back toward the audience and explained, “This right here is called the scrotum. Some people call it the ball sack. Inside are two things that feel like marbles. If you feel around in there, you can feel them move around. Those are the things that will make him hurt if you squeeze them.”

“I want to feel”, one of the younger girls shouted. It was evident they were eager.

Mandy ordered Steven down on his back and had him scrunch his legs up with the soles of his feet pressed together. She ordered his hands behind his head. It was evident Steven was not looking forward to the handling that was about to transpire. “Okay girls, go ahead and play.”

Four extended hands from each side of Steven’s body reached for the central part of his body all at once. Eventually, the girls made an arrangement that they would feel him one at a time. It was evident they were all eager and would often argue about who’s turn it was.

Mandy began barking instructions, “Yank it hard. Just pull him up with his wiener.”

This caused a giggle and a remark from one of the younger ones, “She called hit a wiener.”

Another girl said, “Yeah, it looks like a hotdog doesn’t it.”

The girl who was currently playing said, “Yeah, all except this part.” And she pressed on the glans.

Mandy and I watched them play with his boy things for about a half hour. Steven didn’t lose the erection for even one minute as they pulled, slapped, probed and rubbed the phallus and his ball sack. At no time, did any of them take the time to explore his pain threshold by squeezing or flicking his balls. I must say I was surprised.

Then Mandy handed one of the kids a magic marker. “Here, stick this up his butt hole.”

One of the older girls took the marker and grinned.   She fell to her knees and pressed it against the anal opening. She looked toward us for further confirmation that we meant it. Mandy just said, “Go ahead. Stick it up there.” With a violent thrust, Steven yelled in pain, as the kid shoved the marker in about three inches. Go ahead, all the way. Just leave the top sticking out so we can pull it out when we’re done.

“What’s your name?” Mandy asked what appeared to be the youngest. She was the one who had never seen a naked boy before.

“Cindy.”

“Well, Cindy, why don’t you pull on his wiener while the marker is inside him? Use both hands and pull hard.”

Her little hands grabbed the penis and she scrunched up her face as she pulled hard. It looked like she was committed to pull the thing off. She groaned and her face turned red as she strained to give it the maximum pull. Steven’s butt left the ground as he yelled, “Owww, owww, owww, make her stop. Mandy, make her stop.”

“No, Stevie, you deserve all the pain you get. Besides she’s having fun. Aren’t you, Cindy?”

“Yes, oh yes, this is fun all right.”

“Okay, take the marker out of his hole and let go of his penis.” Steven’s body slumped back to the ground and the girl who inserted the marker pulled it out.

“If I go and get one of my Dad’s belts would any of you like to spank him?”

Again, all four screamed excitedly at the thought, “Me, me, me…”

“I’ll be right back. He’s all yours Jenna. Keep the little kids busy while I’m gone.”

*****

My final notes about that summer have to do with what I think a well dressed prepubescent boy should have in his wardrobe. Thanks to Mrs. Adam’s.

Two days before school started again, Mandy and I were milking her brother out on the front lawn. There were a few onlookers, but nobody who hadn’t watched us before. Mrs. Adams came out carrying a plastic shopping bag.

“Steven, I have to try these things on you. I’ve done some school clothes shopping.   Girls let him up.”

Steven got up and his mother pulled out a pair of short shorts with an elastic waist band. They looked like something my Dad wore in pictures of his gym class. “Here try these on.” He slipped them over his naked form. “Mom, these boxers are too stiff and way too short. I don’t like them.”

“Who said they’re boxer shorts? These are outer attire. You will wear them to school just like they are now.”

“But, the legs are real loose, and look how short. I mean people will see my things…” he pointed at his genital area.

I must admit they were short and they had slits on the sides of the legs. They just barely covered the curvature of the bottom of his butt cheeks. I mean if he bent over he’d be exposing half of his bare ass. But, like Mrs. Adams, I liked them on him. Steve’s brown legs were beautiful—shapely and muscular. I also liked the fact he couldn’t hide that beautiful pecker or his balls from public viewing. I mean, ‘if you got it, flaunt it’.

“Yes, yes they will Steve. But I thought we’d already taken care of your modesty. You shouldn’t care.”

“But I do. None of the other boys will be wearing these dorky things. Please Mom let me wear something else.”

“No son, you’ll wear these all year. Even when the snow’s up to your backside, you will be in short shorts without underwear. I’ve already made arrangements with the school and talked with your teachers. They’re all on board with it.”

“But…”

Mrs. Adams pulled out what looked to me like a thong. She called it a jock. But what would I know. I was still learning about boys’ bodies. Even Steven was unsure. “What’s that?” he asked with a puzzled look.

“It’s what’s called an athletic supporter, a jock. Boy’s wear these to protect their balls from injury during P.E. The P.E. department put this on the list of things you had to have for school.   Now that the boys are dressing out, they all will be wearing them under their gym shorts. You won’t have to worry about part of that though, you won’t be wearing shorts during P.E., only your jock. I want everyone to see those cute little butt cheeks of yours. Here see if you can figure out how to put it on.” She threw it at her son. He just let it hit his chest and fall to the ground. “I said, put it on.” Her voice became more firm.

It was fun watching his balls and dick bounce around as he fumbled with the new attire and attempted to put it on. After sliding his legs in the openings between the straps it slid up leaving the view of his ass completely unhampered. “Very good, now take it off so you don’t get it dirty.”

Steven continued to try to beg his way out of the new attire. It didn’t work. But, Mrs. Adams did say, “You won’t be alone Anthony Gibson’s mother and I discussed it and her boys will be dressing the same way. Of course, Vinny isn’t going to dress out at the elementary school, but I’d bet his little package will get breezy being bare beneath the short shorts.

I remember the anticipation it gave Mandy and me about getting to the middle school. If all the boys had to dress like that, we’d be in heaven. We both were hoping that what Mandy’s Mom did to her brother would take hold and other parents would do the same. For us, passing Vinny in the hallway, his eight year old legs fully exposed, and seeing him on the playground with his boy parts occasionally exposed would be a lasting memory of the summer.

All in all my summer was an awakening to boy anatomy and sexual development. I was no longer the naive little girl down the street.

(The End)