The Seductor

The Seductor 3

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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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Seductor 3-- Immortalizing Sean Kelly

By, Running Bare

While visiting the South River Mall with a friend I found myself doing what I always do, people watch. Somewhat embarrassingly my mouth uttered the words my head was pondering out loud. “Look at that kid’s legs. Rarely does a little boy have such well-defined muscular little legs. And, tan as well.”

I caught myself halfway into my trans-like muttering.

Joy was quick to respond without much surprise or disagreement. “Yeah, that’s Sean Kelly. He’s the son of a friend of mine. He actually has what one might consider the perfect boy body. A few years ago, his mother made him strip naked so he could run through the sprinkler while they were at my house. Sally and Karen were out there playing but the kid peeled off his shorts and underwear so he could play. The girls were amused not so much at his lack of concern over being exposed, but more with the penile presentation. Their exposure to such things has been very limited. He’s hung like a race horse. That was four years ago. Back then, his penis must have been at least three inches soft.”

After shedding my initial embarrassment, I admitted, “I’d have loved to see the unhampered edition myself. I love seeing naked little boys. Those little peters, sometimes soft other times hard, swaying this way and that as they move. Cute, really cute! After what you’ve told me, I find myself undressing the kid in my mind.”

“Oh, he’d be a treat to experience in his entirety. Wonder if he’s still so modesty free. There’s Rachel, his mother. Come on I’ll introduce you.”

The boy’s mother quickly identified Joy as we approached. The greeting was what might best be considered “old homes week”. The two women embraced.

“This is my friend, Rod Mitchell. He’s a freelance photographer.”

Niceties were exchanged.

The woman then pulled her ten or eleven-year-old son forward. Glancing down upon this Greek god of a child, I scanned his legs closeup. The extra short cutoff shorts highlighted his tan and at the same time spoke volumes for his mother’s pride in her son’s body as well. “This is my son Sean.”

“Sean you remember Miss Kaminsky, don’t you?” The handsome kid nodded. “This is her friend, Mr. Mitchell. Can you say hello?”

The kid shook my hand. I was drawn in by an attractive oval face framed by short cropped black hair. His hazel eyes drew me in. His smile showed what could only be described as perfect teeth. This kid was something else.

As perverse as it might sound, I immediately began plotting scenarios to justify seeing him naked as the day he was born. Even more so, based on Joy’s description, I would easily offer a month’s income to keep him naked for a month.

I was beside myself, “Sean, you’re a good-looking young man. I like the cutoffs. Don’t see many kids in those these days.”

His mother defended the choice. ”It beats spending money on jeans for the winter and shorts for the summer. Instead I just hack off the jeans. Besides, he’ll outgrow them by the end of the fall and I can start all over again. He complains that I cut them off too short. I love the frayed ends, don’t you? I really like exposing his legs. I hear a lot of compliments about them. Why not show them off?”

The boy was quick in retort. “Mom, I’m not a girl. It’s embarrassing when people talk about my legs. All the other boys are wearing cargo shorts and board shorts. You make me wear these and they almost show my butt cheeks.”

It was evident the shorts, both the type and length, were a bone of contention between them.

“Well, we can always do what your Daddy says and send you to school naked. I’m sure the other kids would find that amusing.”

The kid frowned and shrugged.

I felt the need to begin grooming his mother and put the kid at ease a bit. “You know I think you have beautiful legs too. I can understand how your mother admires your body so much she wants to share it. Sean, did you ever work really hard on something and when you finished you were so proud you wanted everyone to see it?”

Head down and despondent the boy just mumbled, “Yeah”.

“Well Mom and Dad are proud of you. They worked hard on you and came up with a very handsome kid. They just want to show off how great you came out. If you were my son, I’d probably want to make you walk around naked so people would be jealous.”

That came out just right as far as I was concerned. Nobody saw my goal statement hidden in the remark. Sean cracked a grin and his mother smiled. I think Joy had an inkling of my motive, but she exposed her stance with the revelation from four or five years prior. She obviously wouldn’t have been put off watching this kid run around naked again.

The ladies’ conversation rambled on until I suggested we go to a coffee shop, get a table and reunite over lunch, my treat, of course. I secretly have to admit paying for lunch was making me feel like I was making a down payment for renting the kid.

“Rod does a lot of work with documentaries and photo essays. He really likes using kids in most of his work. What was that last one you did? You know the boy in the woods?”

“Oh, that was one the parents commissioned. I called it “Timmy” after the boy who was the target. He was eight and his parents wanted to have a book of photos of the kid. They wanted black and whites only, don’t know why, but, hey, it’s their project. They were paying for it. I took color and transformed them on the computer to black and whites. That kid was amazing. Like Sean here, his body was beautiful. I kept him for a week and took a variety of in the house, in the neighborhood and, my personal favorites, in the woods.”

Joy pushed further. She wasn’t much of a “groomer”. “I liked the ones from the woods. He had the kid strip naked and he took photos of him climbing rocks and trees, wading in ponds, hiking and all that stuff as natural as his surroundings. I think his mother liked those the best, didn’t she? I know I did.”

“I actually kept him naked most of the time he was with me. His mother specifically told me she wanted him naked in as many situations as I could. Timmy didn’t like it, but he eventually grew accustomed to it. Hey, I believe in giving the customers what they want.”

Sean interrupted, “You mean you made the kid stay naked?”

My response was frank, “It’s what his parents wanted. I do what parents tell me.”

“Was he naked all the time?”

Just as frankly I answered that one, “Most of the time. He was always naked in the woods, but at home just a lot of the time and outside in the neighborhood just a little bit. What’s the problem, Sean, he’s a little boy and everyone likes seeing naked little boys.”

The boy’s eyes almost popped out of his head.

There was a light in Rachel’s eyes at that point. “How much do you charge for something like that?”

“Oh, I gave them a decent rate because they gave me free license to the images. Timmy was with me for nine days and I charged them a thousand dollars for the completed essay. I’d usually have charged three grand, but I reduced it for the license to the images.”

“And, the final product was a book of photos?”

“A book and a jump drive with close to a thousand color and black and white still images.”

I could see Rachel calculating, “Comes to a buck an image? Guess they couldn’t complain.”

The mother took another bite of her chicken salad sandwich. After swallowing, “Would you share a few images with me? I’d just like to see if they might be good for us. Jim and I won’t have an eleven-year-old son forever. It’d be nice to have some memories. Sean’s our only kid.” She lovingly passed her hand over his head.

“I’m not getting naked for pictures!” He was both emphatic and indignant.

“Nobody said we’re going to be doing anything, yet. Besides he doesn’t require his subjects to be naked it was just this little boy. Just relax.” Then I couldn’t believe it. She winked at me.

“If you give me your e-mail address, I can upload some samples and send you the link. It wouldn’t be fair not to say they were for your own consumption and weren’t to be passed on anywhere. If you agree, I’ll send them. Here’s my card just get back to me or you can contact Joy.”

“I’ll need to discuss this with my husband. I’ll let you know. You say a thousand dollars?”

“It’s all negotiable depending on what you want to do.”

We finished lunch and said our good-byes. I couldn’t believe how productive that chance meeting was.

That evening I kept envisioning that boy running around naked and me having complete access to him. It was a solid chance meeting and Rachel was definitely impressed with the idea of immortalizing her prepubescent boy. I was committed to reaching an agreement with them, if they called, even if it meant losing some money.

It must have been four or five days before I got an e-mail from Rachel. She was requesting some samples of “Timmy” or any other kid photo essays I might have produced. She was explicit in asking for some nudes from the Timmy project.

I’ll bet there wasn’t five minutes between reading her request and me opening the photo manager on my computer.

As I perused the photos of Timmy, I reminisced over feeling the little guy’s penis and scrotum to coax erections for some of the photos. The kid was kept naked from shower until the next morning. Maybe it was his age, but the only times I remember him being concerned about nakedness were the times I made him go out in my yard for pictures. He was worried other people might see him, exactly what I wanted to happen. Other than that, he didn’t seem to have any concerns. He was secure as hell in the woods and I didn’t let him wear a thing the whole day. One would have thought he would be worried about being seen there. And he was at least four times by hikers. He tried to hide, but I wouldn’t let him.

Funny when strangers were nearby the kid popped hard-ons almost instantly. They didn’t have to touch him. In fact, they really didn’t have to see him. All he had to do was hear or see them himself and his little appendage would stick straight out just as stiffly as if I’d massaged it for him.

I loved his embarrassment if there were women or especially little girls involved in those situations. I was insistent that he keep his hands either behind him or to his sides. The little girls were always amused with his boners.

Yeah, I even have photos of those encounters. God that kid was cute when he was exposed and embarrassed.

He’d come out of the shower, body still damp, hair still wet and plop down next to me on the couch. Momentarily, he’d spread his legs exposing his mini-erection and giggle to call my attention to it. Before long he’d grab my hand and press it on his boy parts and giggle. Shedding any semblance of guilt, I’d take the time to fondle him for a minute or two. That was the extent of any sexuality in our relationship. I got my jollies embarrassing him by exposing in his naked form to strangers. It was much more arousing than any fondling situation might provide. I’m sure my arousal at such times was purely voyeuristic.

I wondered if I’d get a chance at Sean. I sure as hell hoped so.

Late in September I got a call from Sean’s mother, Rachel. She asked if I remembered meeting her at the mall months before. Of course, I did. Who could have forgotten her son? I listened as she explored having me do a photo essay on her boy. Damn near wet myself in the excitement. She went on lamenting the fact that they’d waited till the Fall to make arrangements. Then the question of all questions.

“Do you think it’s too late in the year for naked shots of Sean in the woods? Is it too cold or can you still do it?”

I couldn’t believe my ears. I responded with a calm demeanor disguising my excitement.

“Young boys are pretty hardy. I think he’d be fine running around naked. In fact, the leaves and the Fall colors might make the photos more interesting. I wouldn’t worry about it. I’ll carry a sweat shirt with me, in case he gets cold. But we’re getting the cart before the horse here. We still need to reach an agreement about the rules and expenses. When might you and your husband meet with me?”

I sensed the excitement in her voice as she rambled about doing this with the boy during his Fall break. That put it well into October. Fine with me.

The night I arrived at their home I was greeted by a cutoff clad eleven-year-old. Those legs were still a welcomed sight. I remember thinking, if he’s still in shorts today, being totally naked for the next week will be no problem. And, I intended, especially if what Joy described about him, to keep him naked at least ninety percent of the time he was with me.

We were joined at the door by his father, Jim. Sean was sent to his room to entertain himself. His dad and I went to the living room soon to be followed by his mother. Jim started lamenting my sending the samples of the Timmy project.

“Rachel has bored the hell out of me showing those pictures of that naked kid over and over and suggesting it’d be good to do it with Sean before he gets too big. Frankly, I told her we could find better ways to spend a thousand dollars. She’s got her heart set on a Sean photo essay. I told her she’s got a cellphone. Take him to the park make him strip naked and click away. She argued she isn’t a professional. I’m just tired of listening to her sales pitch. So how much will this cost us?”

I explained the cost would be based on what they wanted, how long the session took, and whether I shared ownership of the resulting photos.

“Tell me, what do you do with the photos if we agree to share ownership?”

“I actually sell them at art shows, on-line, and through publications such as books and pamphlets. It helps bring in money I lose when I offer the parent discounts.”

“Even the naked ones?”

“Those are especially in demand. Of course, the naked ones.”

“Well, I guess that wouldn’t hurt. It’s unlikely anyone buying the photos would know Sean anyway. I guess as he grows up people will be less and less likely to match them to him.”

That exchange followed with my explanation for the fees to begin with. After all I had to rent a cabin in the woods for the nature shots. So, if what they wanted for nature shots could be achieved in a couple of days, I explained it’d cut my expenses and they’d save.

Misses specifically stated she wanted a lot of the nature photos or as she put it “Sean naked in the woods”. I took from that was she wanted his penis immortalized but was afraid to directly state it. Why else would she insist on lots of naked photos of her kid? I often got those directives from mothers who were afraid time was short and after puberty set in the kids would no longer present as children, and they don’t. The “innocence” is gone after they cross the line. She went on about naked shots to the annoyance of her husband and the excitement of this photographer.

“Okay, I got it. You want lots of nude shots of him. What else?”

My question redirected the conversation temporarily, but she was quick to return to the whole nude thing again.

Then the conversation went in a direction that definitely stimulated my hormones. Jim counter his wife with, “I still don’t see how you two are going to get Sean to be naked anywhere, any time. The kid is so protective of his modesty he won’t willingly cooperate with the whole naked thing. You know that Rachel. Hell, if he’s in the shower or tub he’s got the bathroom door locked down like Fort Knox. This past summer we sent him to camp, and he didn’t get to swim for the whole two week session because he refused to skinny dip with the other boys. Remember the call we got from the counselor?”

Rachel was visibly perplexed with that tidbit. “How will you get him naked? Maybe threatening to punish him? When it comes to being seen naked, he’s a bit of a wimp.”

I calmly suggested, “Well there are two things we have to clarify to make that happen then. First, the only clothing you pack is what he’ll be wearing when I pick him up. I’d suggest a bathing suit and t-shirt. Let him think you’ve packed clothing in a suitcase, which is going to be empty of clothing. If he has nothing to wear, there’ll be nothing to wear. And, second, you will have to give me permission to use a belt to deal with any belligerence. Once I’ve got his swim trunks and t-shirt, he’ll have no options other than running around naked.”

I explained, if I had to take lots of nude shots, they could be sure there’d be a lot of exposure of his body to other people. I was good with that. In fact, I loved the thought. I was internally chomping at the bit to get going on it, but I had to hide my excitement.

Jim waved it off with, “He’s a boy. He needs some experience with being exposed in front of other people. It’d be good for him. I especially like the belt idea too. God knows the kid needs that.”

I tempered his remark with a couple of observations. First, if I kept him naked during outings, other people might take photos of him as well and we couldn’t know what they’d do with them. He waved that off with, “Hell, they don’t even know who he is. Let ‘em take ‘em. As long as taking pictures is all they do, it won’t hurt him.”

That gave me an opening for another point I needed to make. “I’ll be honest with you, Jim. I will protect him from most sexual situations, but when I want him to have an erection for a shot, I’ll play with that penis of his until it’s hard. I won’t let other people do that though. And, each evening I will use full body massages to relax his modesty issues. That’s the extent of it. Nothing past light fondling.”

To this day I remember the father’s exact reaction to my explanation. “You mean you are going to diddle with my kid’s fiddle? What’s with that? You gonna make a queer out of him?”

The thought that he was so apparently offended took me aback. Obviously, the best laid plans sometimes hit a brick wall.

“No Jim, I will only come in contact with his ‘fiddle’ when I think he needs me to. Let me ask you this, do you get annual physicals?”

He acknowledged he did.

“Well some doctor is diddling your fiddle once a year. Not to mention he’s probably shoving his index finger up your ass to check your prostate too. Why? Because it’s necessary to get the job done. Rest assured, my ‘playing’ with Sean’s penis and scrotum is being done to make my job easier. And, like your doctor, I’m not looking to have sex with him. You think if my intentions were bad, I’d have told you what I will be doing with the boy?”

Rachel was pleased with my retort to her husband. “Well, Jim?”

“If you put it that way.” He was a bit submissive.

Another touchy subject. “I have absolutely no expectation that he will be disrespectful or disobedient with me, but if he does, I’ll warm his bare backside with a belt. I won’t put up with misbehavior of that sort.”

Rachel jumped on that. “He won’t be a problem. I’m sure of it. But, if he does, do whatever you think is called for,”

“Jim?”

“You heard her. I have to agree.”

We made all the necessary admissions and I presented them with a contract that covered all the salient points including fondling and spanking. We agreed on fifteen hundred dollars because they wanted me to get clothed photos of more formal occasions like school, church and a family gathering as well. I would have Sean in the woods and at my home for the entire Fall break.

Day one was a real eye opener. I decided for my own protection and the family’s comfort, I’d bring Joy along for the entire ordeal. It definitely was received as good news by Rachel and I’m sure Jim when he was told. Little did they know. Joy was as excited about “diddling his fiddle” as I was. I reasoned having a familiar face along for the week might make the process easier for both the family and me.

The boy seemed a bit chilly. He was in his short-short cutoffs instead of the requested swim attire and damned if his still lightly tanned legs didn’t pop against the faded white fray at the hemline at least seven or eight inches above the top of his knee. He was wearing a sweat shirt as well, which only made his bared legs even more the center of attention. The photo session started there.

I had specifically made sure the only thing he’d be bringing was what he was wearing--cutoffs, a t-shirt, a sweatshirt or jacket, and shoes. No underwear was needed. She assured me what I could see was all that I got.

To say there wasn’t some apprehension from Sean would be an understatement. I think the whole naked thing he’d heard months before stayed with him

It was when we were on the road that I decided that when we returned Sean, I’d try to talk Rachel into massaging her kid’s penis and testicles for part of the essay. A soft and caring mother calming her son with massage. I knew she’d want to experience that intimacy. Joy and I would have the boy much more accepting of such attention by the end of that week.

After good-byes were exchanged, we were off. Joy couldn’t stand it. I think we must have been ten minutes into the trip to the cabin when she turned to the backseat and asked Sean if he might not be more comfortable if he took off his shorts. I wish you could have seen his eyes. There was no subtly in his emphatic retort, “NO!”

She tried to rationalize her request. “Well you know you’re going to have to take them off eventually. Probably in an hour or two. It’d be good practice for you. You know, getting used to it. It’s up to you right now. I know, if it were me, that I might like taking them off now so the other people could get used to seeing my peepee and stuff. Just sayin’!”

“You don’t have a ‘peepee’. You’re a girl. Besides it’s a penis not a peepee.”

I withheld my laughter. What a little smartass. I did wish he had pulled off the shorts. I was really anxious to see this ‘prize winning’ penis Joy told me about in June. Wonder if it kept up its growth over the last four years. I had to be patient.

Sean was adamant and refused. “I’m not getting naked. I told you guys and Mom that I wouldn’t and I’m not.”

I really hoped he would soften his attitude. I wasn’t one to look forward to using the belt on him, but if I had to, I would. In my career even the most modest of boys eventually caved without the persuasion of a whipping, but there were a few. I hoped Sean wasn’t one of them. After discipline, their asses had welts and bruises and I had to airbrush them out of the final images. It’s a pain in my ass to have to do that.

We arrived at the cabin. It was time to do two things—make the rules clear and get Sean undressed. The anticipation for the latter started making me horny. I explained to the boy what his parents expected me to do for them, including the naked pictures. I also told him he’d be naked the entire time we were at the cabin so he had to get used to it. I explained any disobedience or disrespect would result in a spanking with my belt.

I hoped the last remark would make disrobing him easier. It didn’t. Turns out I had to restrain him so Joy could pull his shorts off.

I’m not going to lie. As she pantsed the kid and I held him in a full Nelson hold, I couldn’t help but look down to assess his hard-on. What to my wandering eyes did appear? A four-inch boner with a very nice glans on top and a bulbous ball sack. The kid was cut and very cleanly. It was a beautiful penis, if I do say so, and much to Joy’s credit, it was substantial in length for an eleven-year-old. Truthfully, I had to fight the temptation to grab hold of that sucker and give it a good yank at the time, but I fought the temptation.

When I released him, he immediately covered his erection and tried to find a place to hide. I grabbed him for the belting.

“I warned you. Disrespect and disobedience would get you spanked. Sorry, Sean. You pushed it. Might as well get that straight today. Maybe I won’t have to do it again.”

Joy had to hold him over the arm of the couch while I peppered his bare backside rather rapidly with my belt. I did go lightly hoping to avoid the airbrushing that might be needed later on.

Spanking done, the boy stood sniffling back the tears and still protecting his boyhood. I did call his attention to not covering his penis. He ignored me. I repeated followed by the threat of another spanking if he didn’t comply. He angrily released his penis and stomped off to an easy chair.

Joy and I exchanged glances which celebrated our first win. I think we both were eager to feel his package, but patience would win the day. Besides, the aftermath of the belting was a photo moment I think even his father would appreciate. Legs up, penis and scrotum peeking out from between, sweatshirt covering his torso, eyes and face red and trickle of tears down each cheek as he stared off at the television.

That first night was nothing but eventful. The small town six miles away had a mom and pop pizza shop and they delivered. Yeah, delivered back in the woods who’d have believed it? I made naked Sean answer the door for the guy and pay him. Hard as the delivery guy tried, he couldn’t keep the surprise from his face. He tried to act as though a naked kid answering the door was not that uncommon an experience. He just couldn’t pull it off. I would have loved to have heard the conversation back at the shop when he returned. Can’t you imagine it? “Yeah some naked kid answered the door. His peter must have been this long.”

That evening Joy and I decide to explore some intimate contact with Sean. I suggested we both spend at the very least a half hour massaging him. Not just his penis and scrotum, but trunk, arms and legs as well. She laid him out on the couch and went about lightly rubbing and tickling the boy’s body. I watched as she manipulated his hard penis and lightly palpitated his scrotum. At first the kid flinched and tried to pull away. About ten minutes in and he was putty in her hands. He’d unconsciously spread his legs wide apart inviting her massage to his genitals. The whole time he stared at the TV, but I know he had no idea what he was watching.

The only other happening during the four day visit was when Joy’s friends, the McLains showed up for an afternoon. They were a nice family—two girls, seven and twelve, and a ten-year-old boy. At least Sean would have an age mate to hang with for that afternoon. I wish I could say I relaxed the rules for that day. I didn’t. I made Sean stay completely naked the whole time. None of the McLain kids would be permitted to be naked, only Sean.

My plans were almost dashed though. Mrs. McLain tried to coax Robby to take his clothes off too so Sean wouldn’t feel so strange. Robby shrugged that suggestion off and I supported him. I wanted Sean to experience the embarrassment of being the only naked individual at the gathering. He was as embarrassed as anyone else would be in that situation. Only problem was neither girl showed continued interest past the initial shock. Guess they’d been desensitized by having a brother I’m sure they’d seen nude many times before. That said, I was able to get many shots of naked Sean playing in the woods and at a stream with the clothed McLain kids. Of course, in most, Sean was displaying his “excitement”.

The unusual length of Sean’s penis was a bit of a drawing card. The two girls and their parents all made some off handed comments about how long he was. In a way, I’m glad he didn’t hear them it would have caused a little too much depression for him. Regardless he had a stiffy for almost the whole afternoon and from my humble observation that kept the attention of Abigail the seven-year-old for much of the visit. And that observation led to some amusing comments from her parents.

That visit almost led to another contract. I was being interrogated by our guests. One of the more provocative questions was, “Do you just photograph little boys, or do you do this for both?”

All I could respond with was, “I don’t know. I enjoy working with boys, but I don’t think I’ve ever been asked to do girls. Maybe it’s because, most of the time, tromping around the woods is something you think of boys doing. But some girls do that too. I don’t know.”

The four of us pondered the societal changes and/or history of naked boys. We discussed how in some past and present venues boys had to swim naked--the Y, scout camp, school pools, etc. But girls were expected to wear swimsuits. Boys used to skinny dip in ponds, backyards and elsewhere but not girls. Maybe it was tradition. Funny how boy nudity was rapidly joining the ranks of girl modesty today. Ultimately, the discussion ended with the whole resolution that boys need to be naked in semi-public places again. They also need spanking regularly to keep their behavior in check.

The morning after the McLain visit, it was back to the woods. There were a few times I think Sean was a bit uncomfortable from the cold. But there were too many photos of him wearing the sweatshirt so I made him shed it and explore completely naked. It took him fifteen or twenty minutes to forget I was taking images of him, but forget he did.

I didn’t have to wear him out but that once. He became more pliant toward the massages in the evenings and afternoons. Joy spreading him out on the couch and me while straddling my lap sitting in the lounge chair. By the end of the stay he spread wide and even tolerated me massaging the rim of his anus. All promising observations for being successful with having his mother do these things to him when we got him home.

For the trip home, I made him stay naked. He argued about it, but I just put one hand on my belt buckle and he caved. He’d greet my neighborhood naked, like it or not. Had it been summer I’d have rolled out the Slip-N-Slide and invited some of the neighborhood kids to join our naked charge for a play session. They’d be covered of course.

When we got Sean home that final day, much to the surprise of his parents, he was completely naked. His pecker was fully extended as he traversed the sidewalk to his house. I’m sure the side to side swaying of his appendage was stimulating to any observer. Bottom line, he left their care as a guarded and body-shy kid and was returned with a somewhat more confident, accepting attitude about his body. But, in all fairness, was still embarrassed at public exhibition. He did not like being on display to others.

After reuniting with his family, he started heading up the stairs to his room. I felt it necessary to stop him. “Hey, where are you going?”

“To get some clothes on.”

“No, you stay here naked. No clothes, not yet! We want to teach your mother how to massage you. Just sit and watch TV. Don’t even think about covering, understand?”

He copped an attitude that concerned me. I thought he might have regressed as we entered his domain. I hoped he was just tired.

I sat Rachel in their lounge chair (usually occupied by Jim) and ushered her son facing out, legs spread, over her lap.

“Now I want you to massage Sean. We’re just going to talk while you do it. Just let your hands do whatever they want while we talk. Oh, and you have to spend time massaging the penis and testicles in the process. Nowhere is off limits.”

She got a frightened look on her face, but began. As we shared the six day experience at the cabin including the visit from the McLains, I watched her unconsciously knead the boys shoulders and tickle his back. As we discussed the variety of photos I’d taken, I did mention the fall leaves added some background color to them. “Go ahead massage his penis and scrotum. Never mind the erection it’s a normal reaction.”

She did. Immediately she was twisting his hardened penis. We continued to talk. It was becoming evident she felt more comfortable feeling her son’s genitals as she didn’t move from there for fifteen minutes. “You might want to go down his legs with your hands. Just let your hands go wherever they’re drawn to. You don’t have to spend so much time with his boy parts. Just don’t neglect them.”

Before long she was back at the kid’s package. At one point, the tip of her index finger was pressed against his anus. The look in her eye was asking if that was permissible. I noted it and just said, “Be gentle.” She was

To break the ice, I asked, “Did you ever wonder why a mother dog licks her puppies’ anal and genital areas?”

“Yeah it’s to keep them clean.”

“No, it’s to encourage urination and defecation. Has nothing to do with cleanliness. It has to do with healthy stimulation. As such it makes sense stimulating his “exit” parts is healthy for him.”

I offered another dilemma, “Did you ever notice or think about the fact that people are comfortable with touching and talking about tasting, hearing, smelling and seeing and the body parts connected to taking things from the environment, but not about exiting functions urination, defecation, penises, anuses, vaginal parts and stuff like that? Seems we are free to discuss and touch parts of the body that take, but the body parts that expel are taboo. We even make up pet names for those parts and functions.”

Joy jumped on the discussion, “My grandmother had an observation about boys and girls. She said boys are meant to expose their body parts. God put them on the outside so they can be viewed. Girls parts are more hidden and shouldn’t be exposed. Perhaps she was on to something. History would kind of support Grandma’s perspective.”

In summary I felt the need to be clear about my thinking. “The point here is I want you to make Sean stay naked for as much time as you can until he goes through puberty. Don’t ask him to do it. Make him do it. And, make sure he has to expose himself to as many people as you can. I want you to have hour long massage sessions at least once a day, preferably two. In fact, I’m going to be back next week to photograph you massaging him. I think it’d be a very intimate portrayal for the book. It’d be great if Jim would do it to him, too. But I won’t hold my breath.”

It was evident Sean was now putty in her hands. He was accepting her touch even to his most guarded areas.

I did return and took a series of very intimate photos of the boy naked and completely splayed across his mother’s lap as she fondled the hell out of his genitals among other body parts. The black and white renditions reminded me of the old time Greek and Roman days. All they needed was the right background.

As she continued to stimulate the boy’s body he melted into her lap, head backed into her cleavage. He was definitely good with his mother’s touch. Even I began to lose the eroticism of watching her as she manipulated the kid’s genital area. He was for all practical purposes completely at ease with her fondling. In fact, he grew to ask for it.

On more than one occasion, I was amused with his gyrations during a dry orgasm. That first time Rachel was perplexed. I explained the physiology of the sudden movement and she was satisfied. He still didn’t understand what the hell happened, but it was evident he enjoyed the rush.

Though I tried to get Jim involved in the process, he refused. He felt it was a very maternal thing at best. I argued his affection and the warmth of some images of him massaging his son would become a cherished memento over years to come. Nope, he wasn’t going to “diddle with Sean’s fiddle”. I think he believed he’d be giving into his deep insecurities about expressing his affection through such activities. I’m also convinced he thought that was how boys became homosexuals.

As I write, I am inclined to revisit the photos, the images, of both Sean and Timmy. No doubt their absolute rebellion against me making them stay nude at the cabin and in the woods got my erotic juices flowing. I’d do it again in a heartbeat. And, those images I took of them looking so innocent in the woods were and remain some of my most prized remembrances. But those I took of Rachel gently massaging her naked eleven-year-old son are among my most cherished, and, I’m sure hers too. Maybe even Jim has grown to appreciate them.

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