Froggy

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Froggy
by Zyngaru
Email: [email protected]

I, Zachary Ziffler, just moved from New York City to Eureka Springs, Arkansas. This is totally strange to me. I’ve lived my entire thirteen years of life in the big city. All of this openness and wildness feels scary for me. It’s not that I don’t like nature. In the city, I spent a lot of time in Central Park enjoying nature. It’s just here, there’s so much nature. It’s everywhere. In the city I just needed to cross the street and I was back in the city, but here, there isn’t a city, just a little town surrounded by wilderness. I feel anxious just leaving my house to walk to the convenient store at the end of my road. Of course that store is close to two miles from my house, with only three other houses between me and it, with everything else in between wilderness. It isn’t helping that my parents chose this house outside of town. Like I said, I like nature but here I’m surrounded by the wild, which is a little too much nature for me. There are only five houses on my road, with one of those being mine. The other houses are a long way apart from each other. I’m used to having people on top of me, under me, and all around me. I’m used to having people bumping into me everywhere I go. I’m used to apartments stacked on top of each other, with a hundred floors filled with people. In the city there are other kids everywhere. Here, so far, I haven’t seen any other kids. I’m alone in the wilderness and it scares me.

The one thing that interests me in coming here is my passion for amphibians. There aren’t very many amphibians in the big city. I could find them in Central Park, which is why I spent so much time there. It’s my love of tadpoles, frogs, turtles, lizards, snakes and all things amphibian, that my parents used to persuade me to come here in the first place. I’m sure there are thousands, if not millions of amphibians here, but they’re all out their in the wild. Now that I’m here, I’m not so excited about the availability of amphibians, without having to go out into the wild like Mowgli and possibly never finding my way home again.

Today’s Monday and both my parents left this morning for their new jobs. It’s now noon and I’m so bored being cooped up in this house, I feel like screaming. I decide to get my bike out of the garage and at least ride up and down the road to see what’s around, if anything. I take off in the direction I haven’t seen yet and ride for about a mile, maybe two, before coming to a dead end. The road just stops. Out in front of me is woods. Lots of woods. Then off to my right, I see something jump. It’s a lizard. I jump off my bike letting it fall to the ground to chase after the lizard. It takes a few minutes of chasing, but before long I have the shiny purple lizard in my hand and I examine it intensely. While I’m looking at my lizard, two boys ride up to me on their bikes.

Eli: “Hey.”

Zac: “Hi.”

Eli: “I’m Eli, but everyone calls me Pee-Wee. This is Jonas. We call him Fish. You just move into the old Jenkins house?”

Zac: “Ya. I think they said that’s who lived there before us. I’m Zac.”

Fish: “Well Zac, we’re going swimming, you wanna come?”

Zac: “There’s water close by?”

Pee-Wee: “Sure! Leatherwood Creek is just through here.”

Zac: “Awesome. I bet there’s lots of frogs and things in that creek.”

Fish: “Of course there are! We got lizards, frogs, snakes and stuff everywhere around here.”

Pee-Wee: “So, you wanna to come?”

Zac: “Sure.”

Fish and Pee-Wee lead me down a small path off to the side, where the road ends. We meander back and forth dodging trees, sticker bushes and thickets.

Pee-Wee: “How old are you Zac?”

Zac: “Thirteen.”

Fish: “No Way! You look more like ten or eleven.”

Zac: “Ya! I know. Dad says it our Elven blood that makes us look so young.”

Pee-Wee: “Well I’m twelve and Fish is eleven. That means we’ll all be in the same school.”

Zac: “You guys live on my road too?”

Pee-Wee: “Nah. We live in town.”

Zac: “That’s a long way to ride your bikes.”

Fish: “Ya, but it’s worth it. It’s more fun to swim in the creek than at the city pool.”

Zac: “Ya. I love creeks and streams and any waterways really. They always have lots of frogs and other amphibians.”

Pee-Wee: “What’s it with you and frogs?”

Zac: “I just like them. They’re fun to catch and play with.”

Fish: “That’s it then. Your name’s now Froggy.”

Froggy: “So why the nicknames?”

Pee-Wee: “Well yours is obvious, since you like frogs. Jonas is because of the Bible story. Eaten by a big fish, and mine, well you’ll see when we go swimming.”

Froggy: “Wasn’t that Jonah, not Jonas that got eaten?”

Fish: “Ya, but it’s close enough. Better than being called Jinx.”

Froggy: “That’s for sure.”

Pee-Wee: “Well here we are. Our swimming hole. It’s all ours. No one else ever comes here.”

I look around and here is this awesome creek. It winds around back through the woods in both directions. I’m going to have so much fun exploring it. I bet there are lots of frogs, turtles and maybe even snakes in here.

Fish: “What you waiting for, get your clothes off.”

I look at Fish and Pee-Wee and they’re both quickly stripping their clothes off.

Froggy: “Why you taking your clothes off?”

Pee-Wee: “To go swimming, silly.”

Okay. Now, I don’t get naked for no one. Mom and dad ain’t seen me naked since I was real little. I never had to get naked at school, because they stopped making boys take showers years ago. The showers have old desks stored in them now. So I’m getting anxious as I watch these boys stripping their clothes off, like they’re at home getting ready for a bath.

Fish: “Come on Froggy. Get your clothes off. You want to come swimming don’t you?”

Both boys pull their boxer-briefs down and off, showing me their boy-hoods. I stare right at PeeWee.

Pee-Wee: “Now you see why I’m called Pee-Wee. Tiny ain’t it?”

To be honest, PeeWee’s penis IS small, so now I understand his nickname.

Froggy: “Well yes. Sort of.”

Fish and Pee-Wee are staring at me expectantly. They don’t understand my hesitancy in getting naked. It seems boys here are fine with being naked with each other. For me this is way to embarrassing. I mean, I’m embarrassed seeing them naked, let alone me getting naked with them. But these boys did invite me here and showed me how to get to the creek. So it’d be really rude to not join them in the swimming hole, so I slowly get undressed and eventually get to my BVD white briefs. I pull them down and off, letting my new friends see me naked. The first people to see me naked in years.

Pee-Wee: “Where’s your hairs?”

Fish: “Dude you’re not much bigger than Pee-Wee. You sure you’re thirteen?”

Zac: “Ya. I’m thirteen. Just a little late getting into the big P.”

Pee-Wee: “You can say that again! Now for sure you look more like ten.”

This is way to embarrassing. They’re talking about my penis like it’s public property or something. City boys never talk openly about this stuff. Country boys are so different. I quickly cover my penis and run and jump in the creek with them so my penis is hidden underwater. We splash and play for over an hour. I’m having more fun than I’ve had in a long time. Back in the city, I pretty much spent my days alone, but here, I have two new friends. They seem to be fun guys. Maybe they’re exhibitionists and I’m not, but they’re fun to hang out with. Over time, I get more and more comfortable letting them see me naked. We take turns getting out of the creek and running and jumping back in doing cannonballs, to see who can make the biggest splash. Fish is the youngest of the three of us, but he can surely make the biggest splash.

Then out of the corner of my eye, I see something swimming across the creek further upstream. It’s a frog and not some little frog but a huge one. I take off after it.

Pee-Wee: “Where you going?”

Froggy: “A frog. I big one.”

I’m up and away chasing this frog upstream, leaving my friends at the swimming hole. Every time I get close, it dives underwater and reappears further upstream. The creek has gotten shallow so I’m only like ankle to knee deep in most places. I probably chase this frog a good mile upstream, before I get it cornered. I slowly approach it and catch it using both hands. It wiggles around trying to get away, but I’ve got it now and it’s not getting away until I release it. This frog is huge. It’s a lot bigger than the frogs in Central Park. I take off back to Fish and Pee-Wee to show them my huge frog. About half way back I see Pee-Wee walking my way. He’s completely dressed.

Froggy: “See my frog! Ain’t it awesome!”

Pee-Wee: “Sure is.”

Froggy: “Just think. I have a creek full of amphibians right down the road from my house. I can come here searching for frogs, turtles and tadpoles all I want.”

Pee-Wee: “If that’s what you like. Fish and me only come here to swim, but we’re here just about every day, as long as our parents don’t have chores for us.”

I can’t believe these boys don’t like catching frogs as much as I do, but then, I didn’t have any friends back in New York that liked looking for frogs either. I just thought this being out in the country and all, everyone would like catching frogs. I mean, they didn’t waste anytime at all getting naked to swim. Even I don’t do that. I think only country boys swim naked. Of course I did today, but they sort of pressured me to do it.

Pee-Wee: “Well, I gotta be getting home. Fish already left. He was afraid he’d be late and his dad would blister his butt.”

Froggy: “Okay. I’m going to stay and catch more frogs.”

Pee-Wee: “Okay. Goodbye. See you tomorrow?”

Froggy: “Heck ya. I’ll be here every day.”

Pee-Wee starts walking away.

Froggy: “Oh! My clothes. They still at the swimming hole?”

Pee-Wee: “Oh No! Fish has them in his backpack. We didn’t want to leave them on the ground and some animal come and take them away.”

Froggy: “But he’s coming back, right?”

Pee-Wee: “Not until tomorrow. His dad won’t let him come here two times in one day.”

Froggy: “But I’m naked. How am I going to get home?”

Pee-Wee: “I guess you’ll just have to go home naked. It’s no big deal. Fish and me have walked around naked lots of times. No ones going to care. Besides your house is the last house on this road, so no one’s even going to be down here. Heck, if I lived in your house, I wouldn’t ever wear clothes just to go swimming.”

Froggy: “Ya, but you country boys like going naked. I come from the city and I hate being naked.”

Pee-Wee: “You’re naked now and don’t look like you hate it.”

Froggy: “Only because you made me get naked to swim and then I saw this frog and chased it and forgot I’m still naked. But now, I’m naked and I don’t like it.”

Pee-Wee: “Sorry dude. But there’s nothing I can do. I gotta get home too, or my dad will bust my butt. Besides you’re a country boy now. Just get used to being naked.”

Pee-Wee takes off leaving me standing naked holding my frog. Now what am I going to do? I want to take my frog home and put it in the little pond behind my house, but I’m naked. Maybe if I hurry, I can get home before either of my parents do. I just hope no one comes down the road and sees me. By the time I make up my mind to just go home and get some clothes as fast as I can, Pee-Wee is long gone. When I finally walk out onto the road to get my bike, he’s no where in sight. I’m so exposed. I acutely feel my nakedness. My bare body is out in the open for anyone to see. I look down at my naked penis and it’s sticking strait up. It’s not used to being exposed and now it’s excited. How am I going to go home with a boner sticking out? I mean, no one’s supposed to see a guys boner. It’s embarrassing. Why is it sticking up now? I mean I haven’t even touched it. I don’t understand my penis anymore. It just does what it wants to do, all by itself.

Then it dawns on me. How am I going to ride my bike home and hold on to my frog at the same time? I have to use both hands to hold my frog, because it’s so big. I either have to let my frog go to ride my bike, or keep hold of my frog and walk home. It’s at least a mile and a half back to my house. That’s going to take forever to walk. I look at my frog and I look at my bike. I chose my frog. Amphibians come before just about anything else in my life. So I start walking. The sun is burning down. I didn’t put sunscreen on before I left, because I had all my clothes on. Now I so wish I had. Every step I take, I look to both sides and a long look down the road ahead of me. There are curves in the road so I can’t see as far as I would like. Someone could come around the curve at any time and see me naked. The only thing I have to cover myself with is my frog. Finally I can see my house up ahead. I don’t see any cars in the driveway, so unless my parents put them in the garage, there shouldn’t be anyone home. I can go inside, put some clothes on and then take my frog to the pond. It’s a great plan, except just then, a car comes around the bend and it’s mom’s car. There’s no way I can get to the house before her and I’m sure she has already seen me walking toward her.

Mom pulls into the driveway. I can see her get out of the car and walk up on the porch and she sits on a rocker. She’s waiting for me. I subconsciously slow down. I have to think of something to say to her. She’s going to want to know why I’m naked. How am I going to explain to her, that some boys had me get naked and they ran off with my clothes? That sounds ridiculous to even me. As I approach the front porch, I make sure my frog is right in front of my boner. It’s a good thing it’s a big country frog and not a small city frog. Not that my boner is all that big. It’s maybe four inches if I stretch the truth a little. But this frog covers it a lot better than a city frog would.

Mom is sitting there looking at me, and she has a bundle of clothes on her lap. How did she get my clothes?

Mom: “Ah! Nice frog Zac. You planning on putting it in the pond out back?”

Zac: “Yes ma’am.”

Mom: “Good, I ‘ll walk back there with you.”

Mom gets up from the rocker and sets my clothes down where she had been sitting. She descends the steps and walks right up to me. There’s nothing I can do but to start walking around back with my mom beside me.

Zac: “Mom! I can explain. It’s like this.”

Mom: “Tish Tish. You don’t need to explain anything. A boy named Fish has already told me everything.”

I’m so relived. Fish told mom about him taking my clothes away by accident and mom understands that I’m not out walking around naked on purpose.

Mom: “I’m really proud of you taking on the country lifestyle like this. Your dad and I were worried you wouldn’t fit in, but seeing you naked has eased my concerns so much. I know your dad is going to be so proud of you wanting to live naked.”

Live naked? I never said I wanted to live naked! This is an accident. I’m not trying to be a nudist or anything.

Zac: “But mom!”

Mom: “It’s okay honey. Really it is. Fish told me everything. About how you were reluctant at first to go skinny dipping but once you were naked you liked it so much, that you went off catching frogs while still naked. He says that he would go naked all the time like you do, if he didn’t live in town. He said that since we live in the country, you can be naked all you want and become a real country boy.”

I mean a lot of what mom says is true, it’s just the conclusion that’s all wrong. I don’t want to be naked. I want my clothes. But mom is saying she and dad are proud of me.

Mom: “Go ahead and put your frog in the pond. He’s starting to look dried out.”

Mom’s right! My frog has been out of water too long. I don’t want to give up my covering, but my frog needs the water. I keep my back to mom and let my frog loose in the pond. It quickly swims off and just as quickly, I pull my hands back to cover my still boned up penis. Why won’t this thing go down. I mean I don’t want mom seeing my boner. It’s bad enough she’s seeing me naked, let along if she sees my dick all boned up. That’s just too embarrassing to contemplate right now. I just have to make sure she doesn’t see it.

Mom: “Let’s get you inside and get some sunscreen on you. You’re getting very red. You know, now that you’ll be staying naked, you’ll need to use sunscreen all the time. I might need to send you to that store at the end of the road to buy some more. I wonder if they’re okay with having naked boys in their store?”

Zac: “But mom! What! Naked in a store! I don’t want to be naked all the time. I like wearing clothes. It’s embarrassing being naked.”

Mom: “Fish told me you would say something like this. He said you really want to live a naked life, but are scared. He said you’ll need a lot of encouragement and he said he and his friends will be more than happy to encourage you as much as they can.”

My head is spinning. I can’t think straight. I never said anything like that. Did I? Why did Fish tell my mom those things. Did I say something to Fish to make him believe I like being naked? We enter the house and mom grabs the sunscreen and sits at the kitchen table, pulling me into her and she starts rubbing sunscreen on my back, butt and legs. Okay. I’m thirteen. I’m completely capable of putting my own sunscreen on. Why is mom doing this? This is humiliating. She’s treating me like a little boy.

Zac: “But I never.”

Mom: “I understand baby. It’s embarrassing at first. But there’s nothing for you to be embarrassed about. I birthed you. I changed your diapers. You haven’t got anything I haven’t seen a thousand times. So don’t worry. Your father and I will help you become the country boy you so want to be. Now turn around, so I can put sunscreen on your front.”

Of course I don’t turn around.

Zac: “I can do my front.”

Mom: “Nonsense. I already have sunscreen in my hand to put on you.”

Mom guides me around facing her rather forcibly. She starts with my face and works down to my neck, shoulders, chest and belly. She then pulls one hand at a time away from my penis and rubs sunscreen down my arms. Just as fast as she lets loose of one hand to grab the other, I pull my arm down so my hand can cover my penis again. But then, once my other arm is down, she simply pushes my hands away from my boner and begins rubbing sunscreen on it. Mom keeps rubbing until she brings me right to the edge and then moves on down my legs. Mom was masturbating my dick. Oh! My! Gosh! I can’t believe this is happening tome!

My mom is looking right at my boner as she puts sunscreen on my legs. I’m dying of embarrassment. Mom is touching my penis, balls and butt. She’s making me get that funny feeling, that I get at night when I play with myself before going to sleep. Why is mom doing this? She has to know this is embarrassing.

Mom: “You know Zac. You have beautiful long legs. I’m going to cut some of your old jeans off, so you can wear them, when we go into town, and show off these wonderful legs.”

Zac: “But mom!”

Mom: “No butts, Zac. I know you would rather go to town naked, but even here, I doubt they allow that. Maybe a few decades ago a boy your age could run around town naked, but I don’t think they allow it now, even though you could easily pass for a ten or eleven year old. So, unfortunately, you’ll have to wear the cut offs, instead of just going naked.”
Now, when you put it that way. Cut offs is a great idea. But why can’t I just wear my regular clothes? I can’t believe mom is so excited about me going naked. Somehow she got it all wrong. How am I going to make her understand I don’t want to be naked. I want my clothes back. She just isn’t listening to me.

Mom: “Where’s your bike? I didn’t see it in the driveway?”

Zac: “Oh! I rode it to the woods, but couldn’t ride it back and hold my frog.”

Mom: “Well, you’d better go get it and ride it home. I doubt if anyone would take it, but it’s still not good leaving it down the road.”

Okay, this is my chance. Mom left my clothes on the front porch and I’ll just grab them on my way out. Unfortunately mom walks out ahead of me and grabs my clothes before I can get to them.

Zac: “Can’t I have my clothes back? I need to put something on before going to get my bike.”

Mom: “Why dear? You walked here naked. That worked out just fine. No reason you can’t be naked when out and about around here. I’ll just go put your clothes away, while you’re off getting your bike.”

Mom’s not going to let me have my clothes back. She’s making me go out naked. I had to walk home naked, because I didn’t have any clothes to put on. But right there in her hands are my clothes. I could get dressed, but mom ain’t letting me. Why? Why does mom want me to stay naked? I don’t understand.

Mom: “Oh and Zac. You don’t need to cover your erection around me or your dad. It’s very cute and it’s normal for boys your age to get them. So be proud of it. Don’t cover it up. Show it off. That’s what boys your age do. Show it off every chance you get.”

What the hey? Show off my boner! Is she crazy? Boys don’t show off their boners! They make sure no one ever sees them. Boners are embarrassing. Showing it off, would be humiliating to the max! But for now, there’s nothing for me to do, but to leave and walk back down the road to get my bike. On the walk, my boner is so excited that there really isn’t anything for me to do to get it to go down except to jerk it off. I mean my balls are beginning to hurt, because my boner has been excited for so long. The only good thing, there isn’t anyone around to see me play with my dick. So I stop right there in the middle of the road and play with my boner, making it even more excited than it was before. It’s so sensitive right now, I’m up on my tippy toes, with urgent feelings running deep inside of me. I soon bring it right to the edge where mom got it to, but this time I don’t stop. Oh no! I jerk it off right there in the middle of the road. Now I usually don’t get very good orgasms. After all, I only just turned thirteen. But for some reason this one is awesome and I actually squirt a lot of sperms out onto the road. It feels so good to get it out of me.

I hear what sounds like high pitched giggling. I freeze! Is there someone watching me? Did someone just see me jerk off? I look around to see if anyone is walking down the road, but it’s empty. I look towards the trees on both sides of the road, but I don’t see anyone. I listen intently for any unusual sound coming from the underbrush. After straining my ears and my eyes without seeing or hearing anyone, I decide it must have been a bird that I heard. I walk on down the road and get my bike and ride it home. As I pull into the driveway, I see dad’s car, so he’s home. Just what I need. Dad seeing me naked. I park my bike in the garage and then walk around to the front porch and dad is sitting there in the rocker, where mom had sat before.

Dad: “Well look at you, son. You’ve went all country on us. I’m really proud of you for embracing the culture.”

Now what does a son say to that? Dad has just given me the greatest compliment a dad can give his son. He’s proud of me. What can I say to that? How can I tell my dad, who is super proud of me, that I don’t want to be naked.

Dad: “You mom’s cooking supper so lets go for a walk and have a father-son talk.”

Before I know what’s happening, dad is up and out of the rocker and leading me out to the road, but he isn’t turning to walk down to the dead end. Oh no! He’s walking in the other direction, towards the highway, houses and even a gas station with a store. He’s walking towards people!

Dad: “Your mom tells me that you decided to go naked so you can become a country boy. That’s awesome son. I think we should walk up here to talk with some of our neighbors to make sure they aren’t offended in any way. I strongly doubt they would be, but just to make sure.”

Dad’s taking me to meet people! I’m naked dad! People don’t want to see a naked boy! It’s about a half mile to the first house and then they are closer together, not more than a quarter mile between them, right up to the highway where the last house is on one side of our road and a convenient store slash gas station is on the other corner. Dad walks right up to the front door of the first house. When an old woman comes out, he introduces us and tells her about me being naked and to my horror she not only is okay with me being naked, see invites me to come and visit her anytime I want. Now I gave up trying to cover my penis. I mean, I’d have permanent arm cramps if I kept my hands in front of it the entire time we’re out. The only good thing is that it’s at least staying soft. We walk to the next house and a man and a woman about my parents age are sitting on the front porch. They greet us and stare at me, as dad explains about us moving here and that I’m embracing the culture. Unfortunately this couple are okay with me running around in my birthday suit also. They even tell me about some nieces they have in town that would love to come out here and play with me. Ya, right. Play with my dick. That’s what all girls are interested in. Seeing and playing with boys dicks. No thank you. Unfortunately, I don’t get to say no. Dad has already accepted a visit from them for me.

We move on to the next house, and an old man lives in it. I discover he’s retired and lives alone. Dad don’t need to explain why I’m naked to him. He accepts it as just being a boy. He goes on to tell us stories of things he did naked as a boy. He also invites me to come visit anytime I want. He tells me he has lots of stories and no one to listen to them anymore. He tells of his times catching frogs and swimming naked in the very creek that I was in earlier. I actually find myself telling him, I would love to come and hear his stories sometime. I don’t know why, but the old man reminds me of my grandpa that passed away two years ago.

The last house I can actually see from the old man’s house. The bad thing with this house, it’s right at the corner where the major highway runs through. Lots of cars use that highway. There is no way I’m not going to be seen by hundreds of people driving by. Sure enough as we approach the house cars driving by blow their horns at me. This of course brings people out of the house. A woman and two girls around my age along with an older teen boy come out on the porch to see what’s causing the ruckus. They take one look at me and the girls smile. The boy outright laughs. I feel so vulnerable standing in front of this boy, stark naked. He scares me for sure. The woman apologizes for the boy, explaining how when boys become teens they get rude and crude. Dad goes into his explanation of why I’m naked and the woman seems to completely understand. She tells us that the girls are thirteen and twelve. The rude boy is fifteen. The reason we never see them, is that she takes them into town with her to visit friends, while she’s at work and then brings them home in the evenings after work. They are old enough to stay at home by themselves, but they like being with their friends instead of being home alone. The woman suggests the girls might decide to stay home now that there is a boy down the road to play with.

Again. People wanting their girls to play with me. Is that a country thing too? The boy gives me one of those looks that older boys give when they are scheming something. Something that you know you’re not going to like. I sure hope he continues going to friend’s houses to hang out, far away from me. I don’t like the look he’s giving me at all.

Dad asks about the convenient store across the road, and the woman explains her sister is the manager, and she thinks it’ll be okay for me to go in naked. Dad asks if it’s okay with me staying here for a minute or two while he goes and asks. The woman is okay with it, and dad leaves. The woman goes inside the house to finish cooking supper, and the girls stay outside with me. The boy steps back and just watches me.

Becky: “Zac. We got something to show you.”

Zac: “What?”“

Heather: “This.”

Heather pulls out her cell phone and plays a video for me. It’s me. It’s me naked in the middle of the road. It’s me jerking off in the middle of the road. They saw me. They made a video of me. They made a video of me jerking off in the middle of the road. It was them I heard giggling. They saw everything. They saw me naked. They saw my boner. They saw me playing with my boner. They saw me jerk my boner off.

Ralph: “Becky. You’ve done made our new neighbor go ghost on us. I don’t think he can get any paler than he is right now!”

I feel sick. I feel exposed. I feel vulnerable. I feel hot. I feel dizzy.
Becky: “We think, you and us are going to be real good friends.”

Zac: “Why’s that?”

Becky: “Because you and me will be in the same grade at school, and I’m sure you don’t want everyone at school seeing this. Do You?”

I freeze! I never thought about school. I never thought how people at school might react to me going naked. But this. It’s a video of me jerking off. Way worse than seeing me naked on a video. School will have town’s kids in it. They won’t do the country boy stuff. They won’t be going naked. They will be clothed like I used to be. They aren’t going to understand me running around naked. Why is mom making me go naked? What am I going to do now? They have a video of me!

Zac: “You won’t show no one that will you? Please?”

Heather: “Not as long as you play with us and be nice and do whatever we tell you.”

Before I can say anything, I see dad waving at me to come to him. I look back at the girls as I leave. They are smiling bigger than clowns. It’s a scary sight, but not as scary as Ralph. He’s just giving me a long evil stare. It sends chills through my bones.

When I get over to dad, he leads me inside to talk to the manager and she looks me up and down.
Store Manager: “Heck no. He’s just a little boy. You said he was thirteen, but I see a ten year old. He can come in here naked anytime. Little boys are cute when they’re naked.”

Dad: “Thanks. There are times when we need something and it’ll be so much simpler to just send Zac down here to get it.”

Store Manager: “Well Zac. It looks like I’ll be seeing lots more of you.”

Zac: “Yes ma’am. It seems so.”

Dad tells me to pick up some sunscreen since I’m going to be using a lot more of it. The store manager even gives me a 10% nude discount, when I hand it to her to ring up at the register. She tells me that I get the nude discount whenever I come to the store naked to buy things. She explains that it will be good for business, once news gets out that a nudie boy buys stuff here. We leave the store. I look across the street and all three kids are still watching me. They scare me. That have a video of me, so they’ll be able to force me do almost anything. Dad talks all the way home about how everyone is okay with me embracing the country boy lifestyle, so now I have the entire road to play on. Yes. I have a road full of perverts that want to see a naked boy around their house. Even my parents are glad that I’m naked and they get to stare at me. I so want to go back to New York.

Except! The frogs are better here. There are more frogs and bigger frogs here. I’ll be able to play with frogs every day. I make up my mind. I’ll spend all my time at the creek and not worry about any of these people wanting to see me naked. Fish already said, that noone comes to the creek except him and Pee-Wee, so it’s safe for me to be naked there. But then I think about what Fish said to my mom and I get mad at him. I’ve got to find a way to get even with him. I just got to. He’s the reason I’m naked. He’s the reason my mom is making me stay naked. Yep. I got to find a way to get even with Fish.

This ends Part One.

To be continued if there is enough interest in the story.

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