By Jamie
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Copyright 2019 by Jamie, all rights reserved
* * * * *Freddy part 3
A few days passed without
incident and Freddy did not mention to anyone about his naked escapade
hoping it would just recede into a distant memory. Unbeknown to him
however his mother and old Mrs. Dawson were having coffee together
whilst the kids were at school and his naked appearance in the garage
was inevitably a subject that they talked about. Both were of the same
mindset that it would be good for Freddy to help his neighbour out with
some cleaning chores and that they should encourage his new found
interest in naturism.
"Back in our younger
days, Frank (her late husband) always used to wander round the house
naked, boys today are so immodest it seems. The boys had their swim
lessons naked at school and skinny dipped at the lake. Of course, we
girls always wore our costumes, but we did enjoy watching the boys muck
about in the nude. Such fun days. So yes, Angela it would be fun to
have Freddy helping me out in the nude, I’ve got lots of jobs needing
doing which I simply can’t manage nowadays. "
"Great, shall I send him round on Saturday morning then as a
starter, we are going out after lunch, but he can do a few hours
beforehand. I won’t tell him he is going to work naked but will make it
clear he has to do as he is told. It will be good for him, I think. "
So that evening Mum told Freddy that Mrs. Dawson needed some jobs doing
and she had offered his help. "She can’t manage some things now because
of her age Freddy so I said I’m sure you’d be happy to help. Is that
okay? "
"Yeah, no probs Mum, Mrs. Dawson is a nice lady. "
"Good, thanks Freddy I’m sure she will appreciate. Just please be
on your best behaviour and do exactly as she asks. Good boy."
Saturday
It was a bright sunny morning and at 9.30 am Freddy was still in bed.
Angela went upstairs and gently knocked on his door. No reply. Without
hesitation she opened and walked in to see her son face down fast
asleep, duvet thrown back and clearly was continuing to sleep naked,
his small bottom clearly on show. She called out his name but no reply
so went over and gently shook him on the shoulder.
"Freddy time to get up darling.”
Freddy muttered and said, " n a minute" and grabbing the duvet pulled it back over himself.
"You’ve got 5 minutes and I want you up Freddy, there’s things I want you to do. Understand?"
He grunted, and she went back downstairs in the full expectation that
he wouldn’t do as he was told. The girls were already out, so she
loaded the washing machine with the weekly school clothes wash, put the
dirty breakfast things by the sink and went back upstairs where there
had of course been no movement whatsoever from the slumbering boy. Not
bothering to knock this time she entered the room, walked up to his bed
and pulled the duvet completely back revealing the naked boy still
lying on his front.
"Up now"
Mum he shouted, “I’m naked.”
"It’s not as if I haven’t seen you before, last week in fact. Freddy get up now, come and have breakfast.”
“Uh okay”, he muttered sitting up, “let me get dressed first.”
“No need for that now, cone as you are, your sisters are out just me
here. She proffered a hand and pulled him to his feet getting her first
sight of his willy which was a little engorged with early morning wood,
but Freddy didn’t seem to notice. She gently slapped him on the bare
bottom,
“Come on sleepy boy” propelling him gently to
the doorway. He rubbed his eyes realising his mother wasn’t going
anywhere, sighed and went downstairs into the kitchen immediately
sitting down to hide his bits.
After he had cereal
toast and a cup of tea Freddy did the washing up and was quite enjoying
being naked. Angela came back into the kitchen
"Now Freddy you remember you agreed to help Mrs. Dawson this
weekend, she’s got a few things needing doing which she can’t manage by
herself now and her son is not coming to see her for a couple of weeks.
There are things like light bulbs needing changing and some hoovering.”
He said okay as he was a helpful boy and quite liked
the old lady and enjoyed chatting to her when she visited for a cuppa
and a chat with his mum.
"Better get dressed though, don’t want to shock her again" he smirked.
The smile disappeared though as his mum interjected, "It’s quite warm
already Freddy, I don’t think you need anything to wear, she is
expecting you just as you are"
"What! naked! "
"Yes dear, I think she was quite taken with the idea of you being
a naturist and we thought it would be good to encourage it. So, come on
darling, time for work" she held open the back door and Freddy realised
he had no choice. He couldn’t quite believe the consequences of the
game he played last week.
He followed his mum through
the side gate to the little alleyway they shared with Mrs. Dawson’s
house and then they went through her gate and in the open back door.
His mum called out and Mrs. Dawson replied, "hello I’m in the living
room."
His mum beckoned for him to go in front, so he
walked through the kitchen, and hallway into the living room where she
was sitting in her armchair, paper on her lap and having a cup of tea.
She looked up and smiled at the naked boy who was standing there, hands
cupped in front of him looking a bit worried and embarrassed.
"What a lovely sight for a Saturday morning. Don’t be embarrassed
Freddy there’s nothing wrong in a boy being naked. Hello Angela, hope
all well. Thanks ever so much for lending me Freddy today, I’m sure he
will be a great help."
"No problem at all. I’ll
leave him in your hands. Freddy, I expect you to be on your best
behaviour, okay. I’m sure you will do a good job. See you later, got to
get the girls soon from the swimming pool. Cheerio.” And with that she
was gone leaving the naked boy alone.
Mrs. Dawson
held up a piece of paper, "I’ve made a list of the jobs that need doing
Freddy, things I can’t sadly do anymore. So good of you to offer to
help." she held out the list and so he had to walk over and in order to
take it had to move his hands thus revealing his full nudity.
As soon as he had done that she smiled, “that’s better Freddy you can’t
be a naturist if you try and hide what you’ve got. It’s a nice sight
for an old lady like me. I haven’t seen a naked teenage boy since I was
a girl myself and you can imagine how long ago that was. Very nice
indeed. "
By now Freddy was blushing all over but was of course being on his best behaviour.
"Now if you could start with the lightbulbs, the spare ones are
all out on the kitchen table. There is a small step ladder in the
cupboard under the stairs."
Freddy was momentarily
frozen to the spot as he tried to reconcile the need for changing
lightbulbs, climbing a ladder all while completely naked.
He shook his head, said okay and hurriedly left the room, to retrieve
the ladder and find the bulbs. He set about his task changing all the
bulbs to new energy efficient ones, and soon he was going around the
house naked as the day he was born; he quickly found that working naked
was okay but was relieved no one could see him. He went upstairs and
saw on his list of jobs that Mrs. Dawson wanted the washing basket
brought downstairs and the windows cleaned from the inside obviously!
After changing all the upstairs bulbs, he began work dusting and then
cleaning the windows. This was fine and soon the rear and side windows
were gleaming. As Freddy entered the front bedroom it dawned on him
that the window did of course face on to the road.
He snuck over and looked out to see if anyone was walking past and
thankfully no one was in sight. He began to clean and was busy wiping
and buffing when he suddenly looked out and to his horror noticed
someone walking past - an older gentleman, he quickly stepped back
hoping he hadn’t been seen. God that would be awful.
A few minutes later he heard the doorbell ring and old Mrs. Dawson
answered the door and he could make out her talking but not really hear
what was being said. The door shut, he sighed but then realised the
visitor was now in the house!
" Freddy”, he heard his name being called, "Freddy when you are done upstairs, come down for a drink.”
"Okay" he replied, wondering who on earth was with her.
He finished the windows and with trepidation went back downstairs, he
was barely off the bottom step when she called for him to come into the
living room, Freddy realised that he had no choice and he would be
naked in front of whoever was in the house. He gulped, checked that he
was presentable, his willy was soft and entered nervously.
Mrs. Dawson was in her chair and opposite on the sofa was the gentleman
who’d he’d seen out of the window. He was an elderly man and was
smiling broadly,
"Ah Freddy, this is Mr. Franklin, my friend, popped in for our usual mid-morning coffee and chat."
"Hi Freddy, nice to meet you, call me Harry”; he got up and
proffered his hand, Freddy shook it and stood there bewildered and of
course naked.
Harry looked him over, "good to see a
fine young man happy to work in the buff. When I was much younger, we
had a big back yard and I always did my chores in the nude. Dear Nancy,
God rest her soul, always liked that."
Mrs. Dawson
laughed, "I can see why Harry, I’m enjoying having my young naked
helper. Now Freddy if you could be a dear please can you make us a pot
of coffee and whatever you want to drink. Everything is ready on the
kitchen top."
Freddy scuttled off to the sanctuary of
the kitchen and whilst he busied himself with the coffee making and
pouring himself a tall glass of milk, he could hear Mrs. Dawson and
Harry chatting and laughing. Soon the kettle had boiled, coffee made,
and he carried the tray back to the living room and placed it on the
table in the middle.
"Let it rest for a while Freddy and sit yourself down, you’ve been working hard. How far have you got?"
Freddy explained he’d cleaned the windows upstairs, bought the laundry
basket down and changed all the bulbs except for the living room.
"Excellent"
Harry patted the space next to him on the sofa and beckoned for Freddy to sit himself down.
"There have a seat lad. We were reminiscing about the days when
there was a swimming hole down to the south of the town and how all the
kids used to go for a dip when it got hot. The farmer didn’t mind back
then. "
"Oh yes I remember it well,” Mrs. Dawson smiled broadly, " how could a girl forget as all the boys swimming naked! "
Freddy’s mouth opened in shock, "what naked no costumes? "
"Yep," said Harry, " most boys didn’t wear costumes until they
left school. Down at the Y where we all learnt to swim it was
compulsory nude swimming. Some boys didn’t like it, but they got over
it. The girls as you can guess loved it down at the swimming hoke"
Mrs. Dawson started laughing, "yes all those willies bouncing around, it was fun. I never forget young Barry Jacobs! "
Harry started laughing too, and both were laughing away at the memory that out of curiosity Freddy had to ask why,
"You tell him Harry"
"Well Barry was as one might say well endowed Freddy, but also
very shy around the girls so when they paid him attention he almost
always got aroused. It was like a ruler about 8 inches pointing
upright, so big no one could miss it. Poor boy he was so embarrassed by
it."
"I think you’ll find it was 8 and a half inches Harry - we did measure it once! "
Freddy was shocked at such open conversation and found himself feeling
embarrassed on behalf of poor Barry back then. He’d die if that
happened to him.
Harry slapped his leg, "everyone is
so modest now sadly, except it seems you Freddy, the naked helper. A
fine looking lad you are too."
Freddy blushed, "err thank you" he said reaching for his milk and taking a long drink.
Harry winked at his old friend, "I don’t suppose you grow to 8 inches do you Freddy? "
Mrs. Dawson laughed, "you can’t ask him that Harry, stop it, you’ll
embarrass the poor boy" she chided him but was still smiling
Freddy blushed again, didn’t know where to look, and Harry ran his hand up his leg, "sorry only joking Freddy. "
The touch of the hand along his leg and the conversation was causing
Freddy some difficulties however as he could feel the awkward stirrings
in his willy which was plumping up a fair bit and knew he must take
action to prevent a "Barry display"!
He was not quite
sure what to do but then noticed the drinks were finished so hastily
offered to gather them up and take them into the kitchen, it didn’t of
course escape the notice of both adults that he was partially aroused
when he stood up. Mrs. Dawson smiled broadly and Harry gave his bottom
a playful spank saying, " good lad". He blushed and hurried out to the
sound of chat and laughter.
He collected the cups and soon found sanctuary in the kitchen where we washed them up.
He consulted his list and apart from changing the bulbs and cleaning
the windows in the living room he had just a couple of jobs to do – put
the bins out, which he also had to do for his mum too, and then hoover
the house throughout.
He thought he would leave the
bins to last so took the hoover upstairs and soon was busy doing that,
his willy relaxed and as he was working up quite a sweat, he was quite
glad he was naked as it was another warm day.
Soon
all but the lounge was done, he stood in the hallway with materials
ready, the step ladder leaning against the wall. His mind was racing as
he contemplated going back in as it were to the lion’s den where once
again, he would be all on show, I can do this he was telling himself,
it’s just 2 old folks who’ve clearly seen lots of naked boys in their
past. He took a deep breath and entered the room holding the duster,
polish and window cleaning materials, his hands were thus full and so
there was no chance of covering his manhood.
Mrs. Dawson looked up smiling, " are there you are Freddy, you have been working hard, how are you doing with the list? "
"Errm just got in here to do and then out all the bins out" he
replied a noticeable tremor in his voice. " Excellent, well don’t mind
us, just carry on and when you need to hoover, we'll pop out to get out
of your way."
So Freddy busied himself with dusting
and polishing whilst they chatted, nothing really of interest to him so
he zoned out and carried on with his work. As he did so he wondered if
this is what it would have been like for servants in the past working
as their masters and mistresses carried on regardless. It dawned on him
though that servants would have been clothed he was more like a naked
slave in roman times maybe? His willy twitched as he looked down, as he
polished noticing that it moved as he dud. There was a sense of freedom
in being naked, but it was still embarrassing.
He suddenly heard his name, turning around he said, " sorry I missed that"
Mrs. Dawson smiled, "Harry was saying in his day that they had to swim
naked not only for lessons which was all boys but at swim meets where
everyone who came could see them! "
" Wow I think we’d all die of embarrassment if we had to do that, our swim team would have no swimmers! "
Harry laughed, " yes I guess so, but back then we did as we were told
and soon got used to it, all the girls were keen supporters of the swim
team as you can imagine. Most of the visiting teams swam nude and we
always swam nude at away meets too unless asked not to, which was
rare."
"I think I’d start supporting the swim again if they reintroduced that" giggled Mrs. Dawson.
Freddy suddenly found himself, much to his surprise, engaged in the
conversation then without really thinking blurted out asking Harry,
"but did any boys you know get hard? "
He laughed
"yes but not often, it was more likely when your first couple of times
before you got used to swimming naked in front if everyone. We all swam
naked in lessons anyway but that was just boys only. But yes, it did
happen obviously "
"God that must have been awful" said Freddy blushing knowing full well his own willy was plumping up as they spoke
Mrs. Dawson added, " me and my girlfriends used to always look out for
the " stiffies" as we called them especially of boys in our class.
There was thus one lad Simon, do you remember Harry, who was a regular
stiffy, and he used to blush from head to toe, but we loved it. We even
had a name for it, Simon's stiffy" they all laughed.
"Ah yes I remember him, went off to college in another part of
the country, and his parents moved so never saw him after that. He was
a good swimmer but hated the meets, funny though he never got hard in
lessons only in the meets. "
Mrs. Dawson leaned
forward conspiratorially, "my girlfriend Debbie went out with him for a
while and said he could shoot over his shoulder! "
Freddy couldn’t quite believe he was hearing these two old folks
talking such sexy stuff and it kind of blew his mind as you didn’t
associate sexy stuff with that age, but why not of course. What he
didn’t like was with all this chat his own willy had continued its
inexorable rise to fully erect and he now felt like poor Simon must
have done as it certainly wasn’t going unnoticed.
Mrs. Dawson looked at him, "I think Harry our chat has interested
Freddy here, don’t worry about it Freddy it’s very nice to see and
perfectly normal."
Freddy was of course worried but
there was nothing he could do. Harry looked thoughtful and then
laughing said, " Freddy's flagstaff" and Mrs. Dawson laughed, "
brilliant Harry I like that"
“Sorry Freddy we are
only joking,” said Harry, “how old are you 14?" Freddy nodded, " you
are a good size for a lad that age, be proud of it, I know it’s
embarrassing to be naked, believe me I’ve been there but try and relax.
We are only having a bit of fun and won’t tell anyone. Our secret. "
Freddy nervously nodded and hoped his flagstaff wouldn’t betray him any
further as he certainly didn’t want to give a shooting exhibition
especially as no way could he match the seemingly legendary abilities
of Simon's stiffy!!
He hurried out the room returning
with the step ladder and concentrated on changing the 3 bulbs, whilst
relieved to hear the conversation had moved away from all things naked.
That done he put the ladder away and then went to
clean the windows. Fortunately, the living room faced the garden so
there was no risk of exposure onto the street. Soon they were gleaming
and when he was done, Mrs. Dawson and Harry stepped out through the
patio doors into the garden so he could hoover the room.
He was soon busy with the work but noted that that the motion of the
pushing and pulling of the machine kept his willy swinging and
remaining hard no matter what he was thinking about it wouldn’t go
down.
He was almost done when he heard more voices in
the garden and realised his mum was back,and she and his sisters were
chatting to Mrs. Dawson and Harry.
God that’s all I
need he thought, those two seeing me naked again, but of course it then
dawned on him he had no clothes as he had come next door naked, so
exposure was inevitable!
He put the hoover and all
the cleaning materials away and then taking deep breath, called out to
Mrs. Dawson to say he was finished except for the bins,
"Come outside Freddy" he heard his mother’s voice, "its lovely and warm out here"
He looked down and looked even though he knew that his willy was still
stiffish, not totally erect but still much bigger than normal, he also
knew he had no choice so with a flutter in his tummy he stepped outside
instantly enjoying the warmth of the sun on his are skin, it was nice.
Libby noticed immediately, "Mummy Freddy is naked again"
“Yes, dear he’s been doing some jobs for Mrs. Dawson and it’s a good
idea for him to work naked as he would have got all hot and sweaty.
Perfectly natural"
Libby and her sister giggled at
the sight of their brother, and Daisy leaned into to her younger sister
and whispered, " you will see Freddy’s willy is bigger than last time,
if you’re lucky we may see it full size like I told you"
Libby’s eyes were wide with wonder as she realised this, " wow" she
said. The adults were chatting, and Freddy was standing there unsure
what to do.
"You might as well put all the bins out Freddy now" said his mother
"But Mum people might see me" as this meant moving the bins to the edge of the drives onto the street.
"Well if you do it quickly, I’m sure no one will mind"
He wanted to shout back, "but I might mind" but knew it would be
pointless. So best do it fast, he went to the side of the house grabbed
Mrs. Dawson’s bin and ran quickly up the drive with it, placed it in
position and ran back again all with no one about thankfully. He went
through the shared gate grabbed their own bin and running pulled it to
the end of their own drive but to his horror as he was doing this a car
went past and he was fairly sure that Jessica one of his friends was in
the front passenger seat and saw him, he ran back his heart beating
fast. The shock of being seen and the running had done the unwanted
trick and as he came back to the group in the garden puffing lightly
from the run, his willy was now at full mast. He stopped and said,
"bins out Mum"
"What a good boy you are" said
Mrs. Dawson “He’s been so helpful this morning, I do appreciate it
Angela. Thank you, Freddy. "
Freddy blushed hands on
hips breathing fast as his sisters giggled as they couldn’t take their
eyes off his flagstaff! He was embarrassed of course but by this stage
almost beyond caring, what else could go wrong!!"
Harry said, “I must engage your services Freddy, I could do with some
help, how are you with gardening, fancy a job? I’ll pay you?"
"Really? " said Freddy eyes lighting up at the prospect of
earning some cash, he looked at his mother who smiled, "why not"
"Great" he said, " yes please"
His willy twitched in what could be seen as agreement, Libby giggled and couldn’t help but say
“Mummy Freddy’s willy agrees, it’s standing up, I didn’t know they got that big"
Mrs. Dawson smiled "time for some education I think Angela!” Freddy
glared at his sister as she stared at his erection a big grin on her
face.
Mum nodded "indeed, okay let’s go inside kids.”
Harry said to Freddy “I’ll call you to arrange a time okay”
“Thank you very much” he replied enthusiastically.
“Thank you, very much too Freddy” said Mrs. Dawson.
“Now kids”, said Angela, “let’s have a chat, I think Libby you need a
little lesson and Freddy, Daisy you can help me.” Freddy began to fear
the worst as he walked in their house, his mum and sisters following;
his erection leading the way.
Over at Mrs. Dawson’s
house, the old lady turned to her friend, " your garden is very
secluded; are you planning what I think you are Harry? "
“Well I was watching a documentary a few weeks ago about this couple
who were known as the naked gardeners, why not have my own!” They both
laughed
To be continued.