Shades of Brown

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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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Shades of Brown

By, Running Bare

She said she got my name and number off the bulletin board in the student center at my college. She asked if I was available to sit for three boys nine through twelve over the period of a week to ten days. It was summer, but I still was taking two classes at my college to hasten graduation. As much as I needed the money, I also needed the credits toward my planned early graduation. I had chosen to take photography as my required core art course, and Freudian psychology in my major area.

Her agenda was simple. She and her lesbian friend both were going to Spain for ten days. I silently reveled in my curiosity as she explained, there were three preadolescent boys, one hers and the two others her mate’s, who would need my care for ten days. After telling me that she and her girlfriend were going off together and they both had kids I was amused thinking at least they’d given the heterosexual route a try.

As I explained my situation, she was more than willing to work around the class times which were, according to the schedule, eight in the morning until just before noon. She’d hire a teen girl down the street to cover those morning times. Her biggest concern was having the boys looked after in the afternoons, evenings.

Why me? What was interesting, and I did broach the question, was they were asking a complete stranger whose name they’d taken from a college bulletin board to watch their children for ten days. I was curious, who’d do that?

The woman said, she’d asked other students she knew on campus for recommendations. It was a bit arduous, but she was able to find five or six who knew me. They provided references. She said it was a bit important that the sitter be a male. That he wouldn’t let the boys run over him and wouldn’t hesitate to use a belt to discipline if called for. She’d gotten that right. Though the belt part would only happen if the parents indicated a willingness to allow it. Then she dropped a bomb shell. “And, it’s important to us that he was into little boys.”

What the hell did that mean? I asked. She said she wanted a guy who wasn’t embarrassed or inhibited when it came to boys’ bodies. Still what the hell did that mean? I asked more pointedly, no, I quickly asserted that I was not interested in sexual involvement with kids of either gender and added if that was what she was looking for she could continue looking. In the back of my head though I was entertaining my thrill at having three boys I could force into nudity any time and any where I wanted. That was a dream I’d often entertained—kind of exhibitionism by proxy.

Then she apologetically explained that wasn’t her intent. She and her girlfriend liked forcing nudity on the boys at times. Both of them encouraged the kids to play freely and often coaxed sex play between them and contacts with other kids in the neighborhood. As a budding psych student, I explained such incidents were normal for kids that age and I could live with those limits. She also explained that she and her girlfriend both took time to lightly fondle each of them at night to “calm them down for bed”. They were to sleep nude. I must admit I found her explanation both kinky and arousing.

A light bulb went off in my head. The project we’d been assigned in the photography course, which I was taking as my required core courses in the arts, was to do a photo essay. Having the three boys would offer ready subjects for that assignment. I could use them clothed or naked as part of a study of preteen boys. Yeah, that’d be great. And, if the psych professor assigned some kind of Freudian analysis, the whole fucking situation would provide unique material.

I needed this job. I agreed.

It was then she identified herself. Her name was Jessie Braswell, and her soulmate was a woman named Margarite Hernandez. I mention this because the surnames piqued my interest even further allowing me to preconceive mental images of the boys. I hoped upon hope that these kids were as attractive as those mental images. The introductory session scheduled for that night would be telling.

Robby Braswell was ten. It was evident he was either adopted or the product of a black/white inter-racial relationship. I refrained from using the term mulatto as I wasn’t sure it was acceptable. But, suffice to say he was a very attractive kid with a killer smile and engaging eyes. He was clad in shorts and a tank top allowing a quick assessment of his build. The kid looked pretty athletic. His legs were beautiful, well-shaped, tan and muscular. Cute kid.

Francisco, Margarite’s eldest, was twelve. He was introduced as Frank. Ahhh, Americanized. But, it was evident from he and his brother’s tan skin tone that more than likely both parents were of Latin American descent. He was presented in shorts and a t-shirt. Another beautiful specimen, large eyes and perfect teeth. The shorts were a bit long but the kid’s calves were shapely but not as pronounced as Robby’s. He was a keeper.

Eduardo the nine-year-old of the bunch was sitting on the couch and hadn’t taken his eyes off the TV. He was cute as a button—somewhat slender. A petite face, winning smile, sparkling eyes and shock of black hair. I was enamored by him. He was shirtless. His legs were situated in such a fashion that his shorts allowed a glimpse of his ball sack. I’m sure he was unconscious of his showing. It did entice one to try to find an angle that would provide a more complete view though.

Three boys all with a ready tan. That alone was enough for me. They’d be perfect for my purposes.

With great anticipation, I suggested if I was expected to keep them naked for large periods of time, it might be good to have them strip for me so they wouldn’t be hesitant when the time came. Jessie took charge and just announced, “Boys take off your clothes--everything off, shorts, underwear, everything. John wants to see you naked.” Wow, that could have been worded more diplomatically. I sure as hell felt self-conscious about it.

Not surprisingly, the two older boys immediately locked down and refused the demand. Only Eduardo stood up and began loosening his belt. When he heard and saw the older boys contesting Jessie’s demand, he joined them in the belligerent refusal. Margarite immediately told her youngest to continue, but he stood his ground with the older boys.

Their reaction to being naked in front of an adult audience was definitely expected. It was then that Jessie confessed that she and Margarite hadn’t really made the boys run around naked yet. The plan for the older boys was to have a male force them to succumb to such a demand. Guess who that male was. She explained they had made the decision to do this to counter the modesty of the older boys. Margarite added that they found a certain amount of enjoyment dominating the boys and this issue was one of her pet projects.

To cover my own ass, I decided if I was to cooperate with the women and strip the boys as requested, I needed a written contract. It would protect me in the event any accusations were to be lodged later. We left the room and sat at the kitchen table. I insisted, if I was to play along with their plan, I’d need specific written permissions from the two of them. So, with legal pad in hand I wrote out the terms of my service.

Frankly, I was overjoyed about their plan. I loved watching boys in those late prepubescent years run around naked. Personally, I looked forward to presenting them to the general public nude whenever the opportunity presented itself. I really had no sexual intent other than making them experience the embarrassment of displaying their packages to others. My desire was to vicariously relieve my own childhood experiences of being forced into exhibitionism. But, I must admit, I wouldn’t ignore fondling opportunities to keep them hard. In the end the name of the game was to humiliate and embarrass the boys using exposure to the sight and touch of others.

Among the highlights of my written agreement with these mothers was paragraph one. It stipulated they wanted the boys to be kept naked at all times when they weren’t in school. Paragraph two stated I had permission to take them to public places while naked. Paragraph three addressed touching their “boy parts” by me and anyone else I empowered to do so including adults and children of both genders. Four, and this was important for my class, gave me permission to photograph them at any time including frontal images while they were naked. It gave me permission to use the images for any purpose I saw fit including publishing them on the internet. Paragraph five was the corporal punishment outline. It simply said I was permitted to use a belt on their bare backsides at any time I felt it was warranted, no questions asked. And, finally, the last paragraph stated my remuneration was to be $1000 for the ten day stint.

They added a stipulation that payment would be made only if I was to have proof all three boys were naked from day one and every day thereafter. They would accept time stamped photos and signed declarations of witnesses as proof. I was fine with that.

We actually formalized the whole contract at a notary’s office the following day. Each paragraph was initialed by the three of us. Full signatures at the bottom of the page.

Jessie asked how I intended to get past the stubbornness of the boys. It was my intention to bring sons and daughters of my friends that first day and allow them to pin the boys down one at a time and strip them naked. As motivation for them to undertake stripping them, I’d allow the kids involved to fondle the boys’ packages once they’d removed their clothing. I would also solicit a vote on whether to make the boys stay naked for the rest of the week. I was sure they’d vote to do it.

The very idea of doing it that way appealed to the women. Jessie said it would almost be worth giving up the trip to watch that. She bet that the two older boys would cry after being stripped by force, especially by girls their own ages, much less allowing the girls to play with their penises. She said, “Eduardo not so much.” But, Marguerite was iffy on the latter saying Eduardo took his cues from his older brother. The ordeal in the living room kind of supported her view.

I offered to have the whole situation handled the day before they left, if they were that interested in watching it done. I could call friends with kids that age and have five or six of them at the house the night before they left. We could all watch the boys being forcibly stripped. Jessie was almost salivating at the thought as she jumped to make that a reality. Marguerite was excited but not to the extent Jessie was.

Jessie let on that she hadn’t ever seen Frank naked and it’d been a year or so since she’d seen Robbie naked. Eddie, on the other hand, had been bathed by Jessie just a week prior. She added she was a bit surprised he wouldn’t strip that night, but acknowledged the older boys influenced him.

It was then that the two of them started to describe the areas of interest of all three. Apparently, the Mexican boys were both circumcised. Frank was “hung” quite well according to both women. Marguerite described him as having a ball sack the size of a tennis ball. Eddie was what might be considered average according to Margarite, but Jessie added he had an impressive boner when his parts were stimulated during bathing. I could just imagine. Robbie was “hung like his father”. Jessie estimated his penis to be three to four inches flaccid and stated he too was circumcised. I felt those sizes might be exaggerated, but I was anxious to see for myself. Better yet, I was excited that I’d be verifying their descriptions at the hands of girls and boys who the three boys didn’t even know. How arousing was that?

That night I made a few phone calls. Friends included divorced women I’d dated who had kids, neighbors of mine with children of similar ages to the boys. I was up front with each of the parents telling them I would be letting their sons and daughters pin down boys who were similar in age and strip them naked. I explained their mothers were interested in getting them over their body shyness and such an event might be helpful. To a parent, though, they asked why the mothers couldn’t just demand they undress and handle it that way. They questioned why the mothers weren’t in control. Only two of the women I called that night refused to allow their children to engage in such an activity.

One of the remaining three asked if her girls would be permitted to touch the boys’ appendages after stripping them. She was pleased with my response and suggested she would have “the talk” with her eleven-year-old daughter before she went. The naked boys would be the girl’s lab for what she covered in the talk session.

My friend and past flame, Veronica Hill, offered to send her twelve-year-old son and ten-year-old daughter to the disrobing provided they would not be expected to remove their clothing. I found that interesting, but perfectly satisfactory, and reassured her they would not be expected to undress. She had informed me her daughter had already been allowed to fondle her brother under her supervision and knew what boy parts looked and felt like. She was quick to add her son hadn’t had the same opportunity with his sister and would not—EVER!

The third contact was also one of my ex-flames. The mother of a twelve-year-old, only child, girl. She was eager to give her the opportunity to explore boys’ bodies.

I felt like a school bus driver as I drove to each house and picked up the participating kids. Only the twelve-year-old girl was aware of what they were about to be asked to do. She was wired and her excitement was contagious.

“Mom said you were going to let us strip some boys naked and then play with their ‘wieners and beans’. Is that true?”

I had to answer honestly. At the same time, I had the four of them swear to secrecy until the plan was unveiled at Jessie’s house. We didn’t need the three boys to see it coming.

As we drove. I prompted them to silence until the order was given. Not to be gentle, to force the clothing from the boys’ bodies, and, if necessary, tear them off. I also told them they’d be voting on how long the boys had to remain nude—for the night or for the whole ten days I’d be sitting. There wasn’t any hesitation from the backseat. Sight unseen they were going to vote for the whole ten day stint. I’d hoped they would, but it really didn’t matter. If they didn’t, I’d overrule the antagonists’ decision and make them do so regardless. Having the consensus established before we got there made it a bit easier.

The introductions were made in Jessie’s living room. Then the kids were ushered to the backyard to play. I did mention that the girls were especially hot to trot about stripping the boys naked and suggested it would be interesting to start with Frank. My carefully crafted plan was to get his brother and Robby involved. The girls could really use the extra hands. After all, we didn’t have to tell them they’d be next, but we could use the extra “manpower” to overpower the oldest boy. Jessie was to sell the younger two on their role in the intervention without letting on that afterward they’d be victims as well.

As luck would have it, Frank went back into the house to go to the bathroom. While he was gone, I gathered the girls and complicit boys together and established a signal. The younger boys would act as though they were wanting to wrestle with Frank and attack him. The girls would follow as they rolled around and suggest taking his clothes off once he was under their control. They’d jokingly ask Marguerite if they could take Frank’s clothes off. She, of course, was prepared to say “Sure, go ahead, strip him naked.”

The plan went off like clockwork. The eldest boy was on the ground giggling as he rolled around with the younger two on top of him completely unaware that the playful wrestling was really foreplay for what was to come.

The three girls joined. Becky, Veronica’s daughter, hollered the suggestion that they take Frank’s clothes off while they had him pinned down. It was obvious he thought she was kidding. Then it happened. Tina, the other twelve-year-old, shouted the question to Marguerite, who responded as planned, but added, “After he’s naked, you can play with his little boy thing too!”

That was not a part of the rehearsal, but it sure as hell made me hot. I think, based on the immediate reaction from the girls, no one else believed her invitation, but they did start disrobing the kid. Boy, was it a hassle for those eager kids to unwrap that package. Eduardo went right for the belt on Frank’s shorts. Frank’s attention was completely centered on keeping his brother’s hands away from his short’s button and zipper. Tina grabbed one arm and Robby grabbed the other. Frank thrashed violently his face had reddened and he was shouting threats. We adults nursed our wine and watched the whole ordeal pan out from our seats at the picnic table. Eddie eventually got the belt and button undone, unzipped the fly and with the help of Becky pulled them down and off. Becky couldn’t stand it. She grabbed the sides of Franks briefs and wiggled them down as he thrust left to right in a violent attempt at maintaining his modesty. Didn’t work though. His four-inch boner was sticking straight up and bobbing as he continued to move his legs.

“Hey, bring his clothes over here,” Margarite instructed.

Tina responded. The only remaining item was the boy’s shirt. It was entertaining to watch them engineer that task. They realized they’d have to let go of his arms and they weren’t sure who’d be hurt when they did.

Frank was now crying and shouting occasional obscenities, some in Spanish.

In a final act of defiance, Robby grabbed and pulled on Frank’s erection. After being labelled a “little shit” for doing so he released it with a grin.

I couldn’t help but ask why the boy was circumcised. I thought the U.S., middle Eastern, and some Asian countries were the tipoff countries. I surmised Latin kids were much less likely to be cut. Marguerite explained rather indignantly, “A. He is an American kid and B. in Mexico it is probably fifty-fifty chance a boy will be circumcised. Maybe even higher than that.” You learn something every day.

By the time we finished that discussion Frank’s shirt was in Margarite’s possession. The other kids let him up. The embarrassed boy clutched his genitals immediately and walked toward his mother. With tear filled eyes, he asked for his clothes. Margarite told him he’d be naked until she decided he needed clothes and he’d just have to get used to it. “You might want to strip your brother and Robby for doing it to you. Frank, I think misery loves company. Why don’t you see if the girls will help strip the other boys naked as well?”

The well-developed twelve-year-old made short work of decking his brother. You could see the fear in Eddie’s eyes as his nude sibling pinned him down and summoned the girls. I was amused as Frank sat on his brother’s chest and kept his arms outstretched. His ball sack was within inches of Eddie’s mouth. Hell, his glans was almost in the nine-year-old’s nose. I remember thinking “one good chomp and somebody’s not going to have any kids.” Thankfully nothing like that happened.

Robby refrained from joining in. I think he was getting the gist of where this whole stripping game was going, and he was obviously a little uncomfortable about it. How right he was. What did catch my attention was the boy’s glancing around for avenues of escape. Yeah, he knew he’d be next. What would we do if he bolted?

Jessie was quick to block her son’s exit. She grabbed his arms and yelled, “NEXT!” the girls ran full speed toward their next victim as Margarite clutched her sons’ clothing tightly. Surprisingly, Eddie wasn’t crying about his predicament. Frank still was. Both were sporting hardened appendages. As they sauntered toward Robbie who was still in the clutches of Jessie.

I don’t know if the other boys’ pace was too slow for her or what else might have motivated it, but Jessie reached around her son’s waist and began the belt removal process herself. He was already tearful over the thought of the forced exposure, but as the girls attempted to restrain him, he kicked at them violently and threated to “kill” them if they touched him. Jessie took the lead and started the process of coaxing the girls though a step-by-step process for undressing the boy. She held him while they did the honors.

Both of Margarite’s sons were pouting as they sat next to her at the picnic table. Frank pleaded for his clothing. She wouldn’t even consider allowing him to cover himself.

Setting the ground rules for our naked victims was the next item on the agenda. They were to be told their boy appendages, or, for that matter, any parts of their naked bodies were at the mercy of the four visiting kids, each other, their mothers and me. We would be allowed to touch, explore, or force exposure anywhere any time. I was helped along by the demands of the hussy of my attack team, Tina. “Hey, you said we could feel their things. I want to pull on Frank’s wiener.”

Immediately Frank shifted his hands to protect his fully erect penis. It was evident by the size of his appendage pubic hair was on the horizon. Guess his size had baited Tina’s attention.

Margarite ordered her son to put his hands down in Spanish. His eyes still watered from the initial shock of being stripped in the first place. Again, in Spanish she apparently ordered him to present himself to the visiting girl. Of course, not being fluent in Spanish I surmised her orders by watching the boy’s responses to the demands of his mother.

Slowly, he dropped his hands and approached Tina. His boner bobbled with each step he took. Tears streaked his cheeks. Standing before Tina with his hips slightly thrust forward. His mother again spouted an order. His response left little to interpret. “You can do whatever you want.”

Tina wasted no time grabbing the penis in her fist. Only the bulbous glans peeking out her from between her fingers and thumb could be seen. Her comment was definitely one of a kid with limited knowledge of male functioning. “Wow, it’s hard!”

Frank’s head was turned to the left obviously to avoid watching the girl engage in her first contact with a boy’s penis. It was evident he was humiliated during the entire three minute initial exploration. Tina was very vocal about her observations describing how it felt. Her comments only added to Frank’s embarrassment.

Her adult audience, including yours truly, laughed at the reaction to her discovery. Jessie beat me to the punch in explaining the differences between an erection and flaccidity to our assault team. With that Becky just nodded and made a remark about her brother’s getting hard like that when she got to see him naked. You can just imagine where that led our imaginations. I had to subdue my drive to ask any follow-up questions that revelation brought to mind. Both Margarite and Jessie shot me a funny glance and a chuckle at that.

Things became even more amusing as Margarite encouraged Tina to manipulate the boy’s scrotum. Frank, still staring tearfully to this left, made no acknowledgement to the girl’s palpitation of his sack and her questioning about its contents. She was very curious about those “smooth jelly bean things inside this...”. Margarite, I suppose to keep Frank from unnecessary discomfort, cautioned Tina to be gentle while she felt his scrotum. Tina obliged, but had several questions about the contents. Jessie, ever the teacher, explained what the child was feeling.

“Hey, what about David? Can we make David naked? He’s a boy!” Tina was on a roll.

Wish you could have seen David’s panicked face at that suggestion. Being the custodial adult at the time, I had to step in. I explained David could keep his clothes on. I had to honor his mother’s very adamant requirement her kids were to be clothed. Besides, I wanted to see how a fully protected, what I assumed was still a male preteen, would interact with three nude boys approximately his own age.

My observation was David tried to act the role of a disinterested fellow male. He couldn’t help but glance at the girls as they felt and prodded the three nudes. He showed no effort to join them. I had to know whether it was because of a social fear or if it was general disinterest. I was trying to measure my own reaction by watching his.

I, an adult male, enjoyed watching the girls prodding. But I also had a strong drive pushing me to want to get to know the three boys more intimately. I too, wanted to feel those stiffies and ball sacks. My drive was tied more to pushing hard on their embarrassment and humiliate them more than any interest in sexual contact. I had to believe David was in the same predicament.

I took a seat next to David. “You want to go feel the boys’ junk?”

David gave the expected look. He didn’t verbally respond. He let his eyes speak the message, “I’m supposed to look shocked and offended at that invitation. If I do what I want to do, I might be gay, or, at the very least, labelled that way. My friends would make fun of me if they found out. It’s weird that you asked me that.”

Playing the hunch that was the message he was pondering, I verbally explained, “You know being curious about other boys, isn’t a gay thing. Most boys your age have explored another boy’s parts just to compare them to their own. It doesn’t mean you’re gay necessarily. It’s more a way to confirm your membership in the male gender. And, even if it did mean you were gay, what does that matter? Most boys have a few touching encounters with other boys when they are ten, eleven or twelve and it is purely innocent, so if you want to explore these boys go right ahead and don’t worry about it. By the way, you sure didn’t object to stripping them naked, did you? So, when did the ‘fun’ stop? Go ahead, have some fun with your sister and Tina.”

With that David got up and walked over to watch more closely as his sister diddled around with Frank’s frank. Becky had since moved on to Eddie and Julie was busy with Robby.

I took the risk of taking some photos of the boys succumbing to the girls, and eventually David’s exploration. Knowing the whole time those photos were for personal consumption and could never see the “light of day”. Even back then such things would have been considered socially offensive, but only because false offensive reactions of the viewer disguised his or her erotic reaction such images.

Jessie and Margarite remained seated at the picnic table, nursing their wine but ever staring as the clothed kids played with the bodies of their naked progeny. Their smiles betrayed their amusement at the kids’ activity.

David finally gave in to his timidity. I observed him using his index finger to gently press on Eddie’s peanut sized ball sack. I think it was more David’s curiosity about how the boy would react. Eddie just lay there, legs spread, almost inviting the touch. Becky asked her bother if “you can feel his balls in there”. David just smiled and quickly removed his finger. Unfortunately, I wasn’t quick enough to get the photograph of the elder boy’s gentle touch. On the other hand, I did get some shots of the same interaction between David and Frank. That would be a much better component of my photo essay.

What was apparent that afternoon was the clothed kids didn’t seem to even give their victims’ anuses a second thought. It would have been a bit exciting to watch one or another being impaled by an explorer’s forefinger. I wondered whether the lack of interest in their holes was simply explained by “everyone has one”. But that would negate my hypothesis of what drove preteen boys’ interest in comparing their equipment to that of other boys. One or the other didn’t fit. It wouldn’t be until later that I was able to observe some interest in that part of their bodies.

This whole afternoon was turning out to be a psych paper in the making. I rambled through the various topics— mothers enjoyed forcing their male offspring to exhibit their genitalia was it for bragging rights or did the humiliation and embarrassment reinforce it; what drives preteen males and their exploratory drives toward other preteen males; preteen girls and their curiosities about boys’ bodies; does forced nudity reduce modesty in general; or why do naked boys quickly abandon their embarrassment and cooperate with having their genitals stimulated? I couldn’t help but wonder if my professor might find these premises a bit perverted. Those observations were and still are arousing to me.

The first evening, long after Margarite and Jessie had departed and my guests’ mothers had picked them up, I wanted the boys to interact in a physical way with each other. Kind of skin to skin bonding. There was a desire to watch them in action that required close skin contact. Yeah, okay, I wanted to see them press their stiff penises against each other’s bodies. I wanted Eddie and Robby to wrestle with each other so I could record that happening for the photo essay. I explained how Greco wrestling events back in the times of the early Olympics was done nude. In fact, all the challenges of those games were met nude. The boys looked skeptical until I brought the facts to their attention during a Google search. They became believers having seen the facts and were a bit more amenable to trying some playful events of their own.

The two younger boys slowly entered their playful arm to arm contact and eventually became more and more engaged. I bet I damned near filled the 16 gig SD card with that rumbling. Finally, Eddie unconsciously pressed his stiff penis against Robby’s lower abdomen. Just seeing it roll around between the two boys’ bodies brought my own appendage to life. As I took image after image of the contact, I was drawn to suggest they could actually use each other’s penises to maneuver their opponent’s position.

Frank sat silently watching his brother and friend as they playfully fought. His penis was as hard as a tree limb. Unaware of his own behavior, he began rolling his glans around between his pinched grip. I changed the focus of my attention to record his behavior as well.

A loud “hey” followed by laughter re-centered my attention on the combative boys. Robby had Eddie’s entire package in a tight grasp and was pulling the boy from his position on top of him. It worked. But, having seen the power of such a grasp motivated Eddie to retaliate with a similar grasp to his nemesis. Again, giggling pursued.

At one point, Robby pinned Eddie down straddling his chest. His penis was stiffly sticking out above the younger boy’s lips. They were unaware of the suggestion such a position implied, but I wasn’t. Something overcame me. I wanted that swollen mushroom head to at the very least come into contact with Eddie’s lips. I could only imagine making the younger boy engulf the elder’s entire package in his mouth.

It was tough to be in such an arousing situation and not make some kind of suggestion. Frank, sitting on the couch, was actively albeit subconsciously playing with his own erection as he watched. I couldn’t stand it. “Robby if you put your penis in Eddie’s mouth, be careful not to gag him.” I pretended the idea was in jest by chuckling when I said it, but it was meant more to plant the idea that it’d be okay if he did it.

With that, Robby bent his erect member down to meet Eddie’s lips. He and Eddie both giggled as the elder chided the younger to “Open up!” Eddie pursed his lips and shift his head from left to right to avoid the swollen glans touching his lips.

I was on the verge of an orgasm just watching the two boys during this ordeal. “Eddie no biting. If you let him put his penis in your mouth, you be gentle. If not, tell him you won’t do it and that’s fine too.” It wasn’t fine as far as I was concerned, but I needed that disclaimer in case future descriptions of what happened gave me a problem. The only thing that would have made that activity more arousing would have been if they had a large audience. Maybe, I could arrange that.

Unbelievably, Eddie caved and allowed his “stepbrother” to pop his pecker head into his mouth. Giggling followed. Younger boy was actually giggling as Robby flicked his hardened appendage up and down battering Eddie’s lips and teeth with his glans. As the younger boy giggled, he’d occasionally suck the head of the elder’s penis into his mouth momentarily spitting it back out.

Frank had a look of disgust mixed with fear as the foolishness went on. I think he was afraid he’d be forcibly drawn into the activity. As much as I wanted to encourage his participation, sometimes denying one’s desires is the best part of keeping one’s own ass out of hot water. I didn’t force the issue other than to suggest to the three of them that Frank might want to play too. He didn’t.

Upon their return, both Margarite and Jessie were impressed and I think surprised to find their offspring still naked as the day they were born. All three boys showed some remnants of their body shyness around their mothers, and were motivated to share with them all the “bad” things I’d made them do. The top of the list was Frank’s complaint that I made them submit to full body massages each day and he was sure to emphasize his penis and balls were included each time. They were.

Both Eddie and Robby were less critical. I’m not sure that rubbing their equipment wasn’t taken by them as typical maintenance or they found it enjoyable enough to ignore. They were more excited to describe the daily wrestling matches emphasizing the genital grabbing and pulling. They were more than willing to honor Jessie’s request to show her how they wrestled complete with penis pulling.

“Robby put his penis in my mouth!” That got both mothers’ attention. Eddie went on to explain the situation and left me out of it.

I was quick to add, “Who’s idea was that? I told you two to be careful not to hurt each other.”

I guess that was sufficient to expel any concern the women might have conjured. Their questioning suggested they were more excited about that than upset. Jessie even suggested that the boys might show them how that went later that evening.

Before I left that afternoon, I reminded the mothers they had agreed to leave the boys naked as much as possible. I also scheduled a time to share the photos of their naked sons the following Monday. When I did arrive to share them, all three boys were naked. Both Jessie and Margarite reported both took turns massaging them two or three times a day. They also availed the boys to some of their gay male friends for massages as well, but insisted there were no contacts by them other than stimulating touch.

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