What I Brought to the Party

By Running Bare
runningbare@anonymousspeech.com

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

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Intro: I’d just turned twelve. Mom and Dad left me with Aunt Linda and Uncle Frank while they went off on a month long business trip to Europe. Among my many experiences with my cousins Chan and Cathy, Cathy’s ninth birthday party is etched in my memory.

What I Brought to the Party

By, Running Bare

I had a headache when I arrived at Aunt Linda and Uncle Frank’s. Maybe it was the fact that as a twelve-year-old I had to spend a month that summer with my cousins. Cathy wasn’t too much of a problem. She was eight and tended to hang with kids her own age. Chandler, or Chan, as we called him was eleven and a little annoying as he felt it important that I share the bulk of my time with him and his friends. I wasn’t really into baseball, Chan was. I was into swimming both at the beach and in community pools, hiking in the woods and bike riding. Chan wasn’t. I’d want to take long bike hikes and he wanted to go to a vacant lot and play sandlot ball between Little League engagements. I liked spending time in the woods and exploring and he liked watching TV. In other words, we had little if any shared interests.

It was that summer that Dad was to go to some kind of training session in Belgium. The company he worked for had rented a one-bedroom apartment for him to occupy during his training and he decided it’d be nice to take Mom along for an extended vacation. I wasn’t considered to be a part of those plans as long as Dad’s sister Linda was capable of “entertaining” me for that time period, and she was.

I don’t know about you, but as a prepubescent boy I had developed a rather inordinate amount of modesty. I’d say it began somewhere around nine and did nothing but grow stronger over the following three years. Mom was more frustrated about it than Dad. She couldn’t understand my need to protect my body from her scrutiny. She rubbed my nose in the fact that up until then I had little if any concern about being exposed before her. She reminded me she’d spent many a time bathing all those treasured parts. Dad, on the other hand, was a bit concerned over my reluctance toward skinny dipping in the school pool with other boys and my decided shyness in changing in the boys’ locker room. Guess I was just fearful of measuring up when compared by other boys in the male parts department. I didn’t want to risk ridicule.

Thursday morning, June 23, I was delivered to Aunt Linda’s. Chan wanted me to drop my bags off in his (our) bedroom and join him with his buddies to play ball. I, on the other hand, wanted to head a mile up the road to the huge metropolitan park on a snake catching excursion. We were at odds and I told him I’d go it alone and see him back at the house at dinner time. Aunt Linda insisted that he accompany me as I was his cousin and a “guest”. That endeared me to Chan I’m sure.

We spent the day in the park and were able to catch a garter snake or two. We carefully put them in an empty coffee can that Aunt Linda was willing to donate to the cause.

Unfortunately, I also caught something else—a poison ivy rash. Chan escaped that particular gift of the great outdoors. I started scratching later in the afternoon and by dinner I had been diagnosed and was given some antihistamines to combat the impending itch. After eating I was sent to the showers to “thoroughly wash my entire body to prevent the spread of the rash”. After showering, I reported somewhat exhaustedly to the living room to watch TV in a clean t-shirt and pair of jeans. Aunt Linda had me downing even more Benedryl. She wanted me to undress so she could assess the damage, but I refused. She was sensitive to my shyness and suggested Uncle Frank to do the inspection, but again I was adamant to the point of pissing her off. Within a half hour the damned antihistamine had me so tired I couldn’t keep my eyes opened. As was related to me by Aunt Linda, I then fell asleep on the large throw rug that covered the living room hardwoods.

While you were sleeping did you ever have the feeling you were being watched? The following morning I awoke from my slumber with an eerie feeling I wasn’t alone. I was on a twin bed in Chan’s room and became increasingly aware that something was amiss. As my eyes opened and I entered a more conscious state I could hear my cousins talking and Cathy’s laughter. I was shocked into the realization I was laying there naked as the day I was born and her little fist was wrapped securely around my morning wood.

“I’ve never touched Jack’s before. It’s pretty hard. Wanna feel it, Chan?”

I jolted rapidly seeking the top hem of the cover sheet. It was bunched up beneath my lower body and Cathy was sitting on it. I tugged at it in a desperate attempt to seek some cover not just from her touch but the view of both of them. I must have startled Cathy because she released my penis immediately and stood up as I tried to retreat under that cover sheet.

“MOM HE’S AWAKE!” the girl bellowed down the hallway.

Momentarily Aunt Linda entered the room. Shit, Chan’s bedroom was shaping up to be a family gathering spot. Everyone was in there except Uncle Frank. He’d gone to work.

Now, I don’t know why mothers are so chipper in the morning, but enter Aunt Linda with a big, “Good morning, Morning Glory. How was your rest?”

I lay there with the top of the sheet clenched around my neck and firmly in my fists. I was truly at a loss for words. Rather than answer her question, I asked one. “How did I get naked?”

She explained I had fallen asleep on the living room floor and she and Uncle Frank felt it would be good to let the air at the weeping rash so she and Chan stripped me. Uncle Frank carried me up to the bedroom and the rest is current events. She was quick to point out that Cathy had been watching me and waiting for me to wake up for the past hour. “She was very concerned about you.”

Concerned my ass. She was really more interested in playing with my item of interest.

“I have to go to the bathroom. Where are my clothes?” Now one would think that would signal all parties to leave while I made myself presentable. But, no one moved.

Aunt Linda told me she wanted to examine my body to see how bad the rash was. I knew it was bad because it itched almost everywhere. I don’t know how I was so susceptible to the damned vines’ poison, but I was almost always covered in it every Spring and Summer. All that aside, I was not cool on the idea that Aunt Linda wanted to go over my naked self for any reason, even a legitimate reason such as a rash. I don’t remember ever being exposed in front of her and I wasn’t any more anxious to start than the night before.

My response, “Oh, I think I’m okay. So, if you guys could leave, I’ll get dressed and come downstairs.”

Uh, uh, wasn’t going to happen. She was insistent on examining me and to make matters worse she didn’t dismiss either of my cousins. She reached for the sheet and I reluctantly allowed her to pull it down exposing my entire front side. My hands naturally clenched my penis and scrotum but she was quick to spread my arms to my sides. My pole was sticking straight up. To make matters worse there was rash all over the pubis. “What did you boys do, strip naked and roll in it?” Chan laughed. I didn’t. “Cathy, go and get me the bottle of pills on the sink and there’s some lotion I put there too. Bring it to me, would you?”

The kid skipped out of the room and quickly returned with the items.

Now I don’t know if you’ve ever been in a similar situation, but it’s cold. I mean the room could be a comfortable 78 degrees but lying naked before others sends a chill everywhere. This is especially true when you’re on display to clothed females. I mean being in that position in front of a clothed male age mate was bad enough, but a young girl and her mother too? Very cold, in fact, shivering cold. “Chan go get Jack a cup of water so he can take these pills.”

I had to find a moment to myself in the quest to regain some composure, “Aunt Linda, I have to go to the bathroom.”

“Never mind Chan.” She handed me two Benedryl tablets and told me to take them while I was in the bathroom. I waited for her to give me at least some briefs to wear before I left the room. She didn’t. She just kind of waved.

Cathy’s eyes were solidly locked on my erection which was sticking out a good four or five inches parallel to the floor as I stood there. She asked her mother why my “wiener” was so hard. It embarrassed the hell out of me and evidently also embarrassed her brother who whined, “Mooommm” as if to call upon her to shut the kid up.

Guess my aunt found it a teaching moment. She explained that “little” boys often go hard like that when they were shy about being seen naked. She reassured her that I was going to be alright, but my penis would be like that for a while. The “a while” caught my attention. What the hell did that mean?

She patted my bare ass and told me to go to the bathroom, take the damned pills and come back to the bedroom. I did as she told me. While I emptied my bladder, I wondered about what was to befall me.

Upon returning to the bedroom, Aunt Linda seated herself on the bed and told me she was going to put lotion on the areas affected by the rash. She started by treating the area around my neck. Cathy sat next to her on the bed and kept her eyes on my circumcised knob. Chan sat in the desk chair across from the bed and I imagine was staring at my bare ass while the doctoring was going on.

Linda would finger the mouth of the bottle and take the lotion deposited on her finger tips and smear it selectively on areas where she found bumps. She did my arms and inspected even the underarms as she went. She didn’t appear to have any particular interest in my penis or scrotum at all. She truly was being very “professional” about it. Not Cathy, though.

My opinion took a downward twist as my aunt fingered my penis and scrotum while applying the lotion. Now, I wasn’t sure about her intentions, but they still seemed very noble. She moved my penis, lifted my scrotum and applied some between my legs, closely approaching my hole as she went. After tending to the inside of my thighs she again patted my ass and said, “Turn around”. I did changing the scenery for all. Chan tried to hide the interest he had in my boyhood, but his gaze was fixed.

From what I could tell my left butt cheek was worse than my right. She put much more time in on it. She even put some in my crack. Lotion or not, pills or not, my balls had an itch that I was finding hard to ignore. But, who would scratch their balls in front of an audience?

One would be correct to think I was looking forward to the cessation of the doctoring so I could again put on some clothes and become a whole lot more comfortable. Linda put the lid on the lotion bottle and placed it on Chan’s desk.

“Okay, who wants breakfast?”

I sought clothing. Where in the hell was my underwear? My shorts and t-shirt were gone as well. Even my backpack containing my other clothes was not anywhere to be seen. I panicked.

“Okay everyone down to the kitchen. I’ll fix some waffles and bacon, how about that?”

“Ah, Aunt Linda, what about my clothes?”

“Oh, Uncle Frank said you might be better off airing out your skin for a few days. It’ll help dry out the rash. I’m inclined to agree with him. You’ll be fine, Honey. Everyone knows what little boys look like, so you don’t have to be shy. Okay let’s go down and eat!”

“I can just wear some shorts. The air can get to it if I just wear shorts.” I was begging.

As often as I’d had poison ivy, Mom never made me stay naked to “dry it out”.

“Jack, let’s let you stay naked this morning and we’ll see how that goes. Actually, it’s too bad you got so much on your boy parts, but that’s the facts, kiddo. What were you guys doing in the woods to get the rash on your penis and inner thighs? Running around naked?” Again, she asked.

Chan responded to the question defensively with another “Moooommm!”

“Well regardless, naked you’ll be, Jack, until this stuff clears up.” She cradled my shoulders and repeated, “Let’s go down a get something to eat.”

I sat at the table with my still stiff penis tucked between my lotion covered thighs. My chair was pulled under the table so far my chest was solidly planted against the edge. I wish I could say I ate, but I more accurately picked at my food. I was able to get a rasher of bacon down. Both of my cousins were completely dressed t-shirts and all. I was bare chested and more embarrassingly bare below the waist as well.

“Alright, you kids go on outside and play. I’ll get the breakfast dishes done. Go on now.” She waved her hand.

“Aunt Linda, I think I’ll just stay in and watch TV.”

“No, you go on outside. The idea is to get some fresh air and sunshine on your skin. Go on with Chan and Cathy and don’t stray far from the house. I will have to put some fresh lotion on you in a couple of hours. I mean it stay close. No travelling to friends’ houses.”

Like I’d be interested in leaving the already too public confines of the backyard. Like she had to instruct me not to go too far. What the hell? Did she not have sense enough to know a naked boy isn’t going to stray too far from any cover he might have?

The backdoor opened as my cousins made their way out. Cathy looked back to see if I was following. I’d cupped my penis with my hand and found myself looking forward, left and right to assess the coverage I might have once I left the house. It didn’t look good. There were no hedges between the house and the neighbors’ directly behind them. As my luck would have it Aunt Linda and Uncle Frank’s house was on a corner lot, so the area to the left was another street. To the right was a split rail fence. In effect, I had no coverage at all.

Cathy asked if she could go to her friend’s house and Aunt Linda granted the permission. She then instructed Chan to “be a considerate host and round up some boys to come here and play ball, so Jack will have someone to play with”.

Jack wasn’t interested in expanding his audience. Jack was much more concerned about what kind of ‘ball’ they’d end up ‘playing with’.

My imagination went wild with various possible scenarios having a yard full of nine, ten and eleven-year-old boys could generate. I really think Linda felt if it was boys there’d be no interest in my penis or scrotum. How, fucking, naïve? At the very least there was bound to be some sadomasochism and humiliation involved—genital torture, anal exploration, spanking, and/or definitely fondling and forced exhibitionism. Yes, boys will be boys and that might hold in the confines of supervised locker rooms, but turn those same boys loose on a vulnerable naked gender mate and who knows what would happen. At our age, curiosity reigned supreme.

Though I liked the feel of my erection when alone, I’d been stiff for much longer than usual that morning. I was so hard for so long it was becoming a bit painful. I wondered if I’d ever have it softly draped over my cherry sized marbles again. Having Chan excitedly leave on his quest to round up other playmates didn’t provide a moment’s relief. If anything, it made it worse imagining the crowd that would be in tow when he returned.

I took advantage of the time by going back in the house to plead my case to my aunt. She wouldn’t hear a word of it. I was “going to be naked for at least two, maybe three, days” and I’d “better just get used to it.”

Now, I don’t know what Chan told those boys he brought home to “play ball” with me, but they all were quite captivated that I was nude outside where everyone could see my, well, penis among other things. To this day, I know the only thing that was between me being fondled and/or teased in some other way was the ugly red, weeping rash. Aunt Linda was the only one who would touch me down there for the duration of the three day ordeal.

On the third day, I was pleased to show Linda that the rash had cleared and I needed my clothes back so I could get dressed. She looked definitely disappointed. She even commented on how much she enjoyed seeing my penis and “little bag” and so did Cathy. That was too bad. I had just as much distain for what happened as she and Cathy did enjoying the sights.

Linda waited to blare out a more obvious remark when Chan and I came in for lunch. I was finally into a loose-fitting pair of shorts, but was not permitted underwear “just yet”. I was uncomfortable with the semi-nudity but didn’t complain. My parts of interest at least finally had some cover.

I suggested that I wanted to go back to the woods that afternoon for some hiking. That was immediately tabled by Linda who said I needed to stay poison ivy free for a few days. She didn’t want me covered in a rash during Cathy’s ninth birthday celebration. Going to the woods was not going to be permitted until Cathy and her girlfriends celebrated. Chan looked somewhat relieved because he thought she’d have made him accompany me and it was obvious he really didn’t want to get involved. The more I thought about it, the more I felt it might be a good idea to wait. After all, if I got another rash in those same areas, I’d be naked for the party and that was definitely a non-starter.

I wanted a shirt on. Those shorts were showing far more leg than I wanted, but Linda was insistent. She did relent and allow me a t-shirt. Chan was perfect comfortable without one, but that was him and when it came to his skin surfaces he was far more comfortable exposed than I was. Evenings he was comfortable sauntering nude from bathroom to bedroom and even the living room. Sometimes he’d even get involved with some project or TV show and nestle into a seat naked as the day he was born. About the only surprising attention he’d get was a little fondling by Cathy. Yeah, that’s right remember when I awoke to her playing with my erection? She made that little remark that she’d never felt any other boy’s penis, only Chan’s. Well, apparently, both Aunt Linda and Uncle Frank were good with that. Even more so was my observation that Chan was okay with it too.

His penis was average sized I’d guess. At least it seemed to be average according to the locker room perusals I’d had with naked boys. Mine was a bit longer than most, but not enough to be the talk of the shower room. Chan’s, like mine, ended in a cut, bulbous head. His wasn’t as big around as mine. His ball sack was usually tightly collected below. Mine was a bit looser even when on public display. When I was exposed in the presence of others, my “little friend” would become as hard as five inches of a 3/4 inch dowel rod. Chan seemed to me to be immune to erections. That is, until Cathy played with it or his balls. Which she did openly on several nights I was at their house. Yep, he’d be all loose and floppy rolling around on the couch or floor and suddenly Cathy would get a hankerin’ to play with it. She’d hit the floor and start manhandling her brother. Yeah, with their mother and father sitting in the same room! WTF! I just would sit there and stare at the two of them. Half of me was envious of Chan’s complete nonchalant approach to all of it—the nakedness, the attention of his sister, etc. The other half of me was completely appalled he had no modesty lines. Maybe it was having a sister? I didn’t know.

Let me just say, it’s hard to pay attention to any TV program when you could watch those two. Cathy would have Chan’s penis hard within a minute or two. Any self-respecting boy would either clutch his package when it was attacked like that, or, at the very least, tuck that bad boy between his thighs to limit access. Not Chan, he’d actually spread his legs wide apart to give his sister’s attention unbridled access. Guess there are some things I’ll never “get”, and that’s one of them.

With Aunt Linda and Uncle Frank’s casualness about the questionable brother/sister bonding activities, I should have heard the danger signals of my own mind. When Cathy asked me if she could feel my boy parts again right in front of her parents, the alarm should have been blaring. Of course, I told her no. Even Linda’s explanation that all Cathy wanted to do was fulfill her curiosity about boys’ bodies and compare me to her brother, I refused. Face it, it’s just not normal. Or, is it?

The funny thing about that night is I was conflicted. I was staunchly tied to my modesty. But, at the same time, I was aroused watching them about taking on the challenge of being “felt up”. Chan wasn’t the only one sporting wood when Cathy played with his penis, I was tented as well.

That second Saturday was Cathy’s party day. Her birthday was really on the following Monday, but Saturday for some reason was when most parents scheduled parties. Maybe it was because it was the day most fathers were available to help supervise.

Anyway, it was a big shindig. It was going to be a backyard party with a carnival atmosphere. There would be some game booths to entertain the twenty or so girls who were coming. Apparently, Aunt Linda’s church had carnivals for fund raising and she had borrowed some canvas dividers attached to snap together metal poles to set off each booth. Then we’d place two tables in each booth area to be used to either hold prizes or be set as a barrier to prevent the participants from entering.

Friday, Chan and I had to help Aunt Linda set them up. It didn’t take long to get five booths up. As we looked at the finished job Chan asked his mother which one he and I would be in. I was curious as to what we were doing. Didn’t matter I could pretty much handle any game she might have in mind. I did wonder what prizes she was going to provide to the kids that beat the odds, but I didn’t ask. I did learn that four of the party goers’ mothers would be manning the other four booths.

When Uncle Frank came home we began putting props in the booth areas. As we finished up the balloon board in the dart area, we moved on to ring toss and others. It was then I asked a question I really wish I hadn’t.

We were putting Chan and my booth together. As we moved the two tables to the confines of the canvas dividers, I asked what game we were going to be doing. Aunt Linda almost off the cuff just said, “Oh, you guys are in the touch challenge. We bring the girls in blindfolded and you and Chan will lie on a table completely naked. You and he will take the blindfolded girl’s hand and put it somewhere on your bodies and they will have to identify what they’re touching. I was adamant that wasn’t going to happen. My tirade must have been quite loud. Uncle Frank came into the booth and told me I’d do whatever Aunt Linda wanted me to do or I’d do it with a very, very warm bottom.

Linda tried to justify it by saying the girls wouldn’t know what they touched until after their ten minute ordeal and they could take off the blindfold. She actually said, “Look some of these little girls have never touched a boy’s penis or scrotum. They won’t hurt you. It’s a way to learn about bodies.” I kept insisting I wasn’t going to do that. Uncle Frank kept insisting I would do it.

To further justify it, Linda kept negotiating, “You and Chan will be in-charge of what they get to touch. If you don’t want them to feel your penises or testicles, you don’t have to put their hands there. If you do, you press their hands on them, curl their fingers around your penis, let them feel your anuses. Or, you can put their fingers in your belly buttons, face, stomachs, or butt cheeks. I don’t care. But, they will see you naked when they take the blindfolds off. Come on, Jack, they’re just little girls. Quit being such a prude. Your Mom is right, you’re much too body shy.”

That was my hint that my mother and she were probably in cahoots and dreamt this whole body exploring booth up together.

I lay in bed that Friday night considering the many ways I could miss the whole party thing. After all it was going to be a bunch of girls from Cathy’s grade at school. How much fun could a twelve-year-old boy have with that kind of thing? I remember thinking I could wander off to the park and not come back until dark. Nobody would find me down there. When I came home though, I’d be naked and draped over a bed as Uncle Frank striped my bare ass with welts from his belt. But, hey, I’d rather get that than have myself splayed at the mercy of some nine-year-old girl. I could live through the physical pain, but I’d have to live with the emotional trauma of the other for years.

Just thinking about Aunt Linda’s intended plan was making my penis stiff. My naughty angel kept whispering, “You know you’d like it. These girls won’t even know you. You guide them. If you don’t want them to touch your precious jewels, don’t put their hands there. Look how hard you’ve made yourself. It’s erotic and you love it. Imagine how hard you’ll be tomorrow just lying there naked with those blindfolded girls at your table; you guiding their hands over your body wherever you want. I doubt any of them will ever see you again once your parents take you home. Besides Uncle Frank will put the hurting on you, if you skip out.”

Curiosity overcame my fright. I stayed at the house thinking I could bail in protest at any time if the fear overwhelmed the curiosity. I became erect just anticipating the party. With all the courage I could muster, I entered the booth with Chan. Uncle Frank pointed at two empty plastic milk crates and told us to take our clothes off and put them in the crates. Chan started giggling and immediately took to stripping. I was apprehensive and was wrestling with some pretty rough scruples. As Chan pulled off his briefs and freed his three-inch boner, I began disrobing. Uncle Frank just stood there like and enforcer.

I looped my thumbs in the elastic of my underwear and slid it down. I was somewhat shy, but, hey, these guys were privy to my privates from my poison ivy days. Nothing new for them to see. Frank picked up the crates and before he left, the flap on the front of the booth flew opened and there stood a strange lady who appeared to be in her late twenties. I blushed and my hands flung down to cover, she blushed a bit and just said, “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know…”

Frank stopped her and explained that we would be a body feeling booth. That the little girls would get to come in blindfolded and feel any part of the boys’ bodies they were able to. Then he made me put my hands down so Mrs. Sylvester could see my penis. I wish I could say she was appalled at the idea, but she wasn’t. She stared at my genitals and made a comment how she’d love to try out the whole body touching thing. Some remark about us being “beautiful specimens” was made. Frank invited her to “Just get in line once the carnival starts and you can have a session with them.”

We heard the girls coming into the backyard from the house. Aunt Linda came into the booth and ordered both of us on a table and she posed us. Our hands were at our sides and our legs were bowed with our feet together. We were wide opened to anyone’s touch to our boy parts or our holes. My heart was pounding as I lie there. My hormones, limited as they were at that point in my development, provided some heat and my breathing was heavy. I heard Aunt Linda say, “That’ll be one ticket each. Okay, Lydia, put this blindfold on. You, too, Sarah. Blindfolds on.” Then there was a pause. “Now, I will take you into the booth and you will let the people in there guide your hands. You have to try to guess what you’re touching. There are two tables and you will have five minutes at each table. Ready?”

The flaps opened and the girls were led in by Aunt Linda. A little brunette was guided to my side. Linda took my hand and put the hers in mine. “Lydia, now remember, you have to guess what you’re touching. You have to shout it out.” Linda nodded at me as if to signal to get started. She then guided the other girl, Sarah, to Chan’s table and gave the same instruction.

My pulse increased as I put the kid’s index finger on my eyelid. I began wondering whether I’d muster the guts to press her hand on my boy parts. I found myself, shy as I was, pretty much anticipating that I would and it made my penis almost dance.

All the time we were under the watchful eye of Aunt Linda. She was looking on the activity with the look of the Mona Lisa. Tight lipped but at the same time had the appearance of being very pleased. About three minutes into the activity my heart was pounding as I wanted to put this kid’s finger on my erect penis, but for the life of me, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. The closest I could come was to have her finger press into my belly button and nipples, but no penis or scrotum. Aunt Linda kept the time. Each girl would have five minutes with each of us. She then made the push, “Time’s almost up. You do know you can guide her to touch anything you want.” It was evident she wanted me to allow the kid to feel my junk. There was no doubt about it after hearing that “warning?”

I was too preoccupied with my task to see what Chan was doing. I had to surmise he’d put his girl’s hand on his boner and ball sack as his explorer had hollered out “boy thing” at one point.

I knew that announcement would be likely to make my client want me to introduce her to my rock-hard penis after that, but I just couldn’t bring myself to putting the girl’s hand on my boy parts. Every time I wanted to take that plunge I’d get a lump in my throat. By the time her session with me was over her hands had visited almost every part of me except the big three—penis, balls, and hole.

The girls switched stations and a cute blond girl was ushered to my side. I took her hand and began the whole facial exploration thing—eyes, ear, nose, mouth. Then I extended her index finger and placed it on my left nipple. She giggled and yelled out, “Nipples”. I toyed around my navel and even had moved her hand to caress my upper pubis inching ever closer to my wood. Suddenly, a very frustrated Linda grabbed the girl’s hand from mine and shoved it forcefully onto my penis, accompanying the action with the words, “Grab it Lydia. Pull it hard.” The kid smiled as she complied with Linda’s instructions. As little Lydia tried her best to pull it off my body, Linda remarked, “Don’t be so shy, Jack. You know you wanted her to do that. Well, she wanted to do it too. Go ahead, Honey, pull it off. That a girl.”

There was a temporary burst of pain as her hand forcefully landed on my ball sack. Linda didn’t push it down gently. I can still feel that girl’s small hand encircling my penis. She was either in heaven doing it or was very nervous as the grasp was a strangle hold. The kid couldn’t see what she had in hand. First, there was what I’d call a gentle tug. But, as her confidence and interest grew she really pulled it hard. I just lay there looking at the sky above as she manipulated my penis, squeezed my glans and rubbed and gently pinched my marble sized gonads. For her, and most of the girls at the party, this was the first contact with a boy’s genitals. Many of them must have had brothers, but their behavior when feeling my package made me think they’d never felt them before. To a “client” they all seemed to be apprehensive at first, but they quickly liked the dominance it gave them.

After Becky was done and Chan was laughing, Linda brought my first girl back to have a feel of a “bigger boy’s penis”. I was prompted to put her hand on it and let her do whatever she wished with it.

When the those two left the tent they made a boisterous announcement. “Hey, if you go in here, you can feel a boy’s thing.” The girls who came after were all guided by me to my penis. But, I must admit, once Linda broke the ice, it was easier for me to press their hands down on my parts. Even so, I still maintained a little slice of discomfort when I’d do it.

My second to last visitor that day had her mother in tow. As the kid was guided to me, her mother pulled a small camera out of her purse and began taking pictures. I objected momentarily but was cautioned to “mind my manners”. It was then I was informed that folks liked seeing little boy’s penises “especially when they were hard”. They are perceived by most adults as cute. The girl’s mother then coached me to put her daughter’s hand on my penis so she could take some pictures of her feeling it. I thought at the moment that she was a bit forward to suggest such a thing out loud. I did as I was told. Flashes from the camera were endless as the kid ooo’ed and ahhhh’ed.

Staring straight up at the sky above, my mind drifted to the idea of putting that girl’s finger at my anus and hoped to invite her intrusion. I’d never had a kid shove anything in the out-door, but the thought of it happening made me even hornier. I wondered what it would feel like. What would her mother say if I made such a move? What would Aunt Linda say? I was emboldened enough to walk her touches down toward my fully exposed hole. My legs were splayed and her index finger was just a fraction of an inch from her port of entry. I couldn’t bring myself to going any closer. I truly was scared of Aunt Linda’s wrath should I do so, but, hey, it was the only frontier that hadn’t been explored that day.

The kid had to have been aware of where in the hell her finger was. The mucous membrane is definitely softer and the drop off must have at least given this ten-year-old a hint of where I’d put her hand. The damned camera continued to flash. My now rock-hard dick was tilted upward toward my face. Breathing heavily, I dared to glimpse down over my stomach to find my pee slit staring back at me. Suddenly, there was a jab at my opening and the kid’s finger slipped right in. She removed it quickly with a curious noise of almost distain. Her mother stopped flashing enough to coach her that she could feel in there if she wanted to and that if she shoved her finger back in she’d get some pictures of it.

Aunt Linda walked over and offered to help her almost as if to put the girl’s scruples aside. I just remained silent half wanting her to do it and half not. My unresolved turmoil over the situation was making me even more horny. It got to the point that I succumbed to thinking “Just go for it kid. I don’t have any secrets left.”

In each case of the two of us being forced to lead fondling sessions of our own bodies, the ordeal was ended with the girls being allowed to remove their blindfolds to visually inspect what they’d been touching. In each case, those girls had a look of interest and pride at our boyishly hairless pubis, stiff poles topped with vibrantly pink, well-defined knobs. Mine five inches and Chan’s three or four. Mine in the throes of adding girth and Chan’s still boyishly thin.

Should any of you readers run across photos of some twelve-year-old boy being fingered by a blindfolded ten or eleven-year-old girl let me know. I know they are out there as that mother wouldn’t have discarded them. I’m brave enough now to want to reminisce. But, I’m even more aroused with the idea that nude shots of me during that time would be publicly available.

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