The Dawn of a Twelve-Year Old’s Exhibitionism

* * * * *
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.

* * * * *

Twelve-year-old Jack confronts his extreme body shyness by taking “baby steps”. His challenge? Break the modesty lock but protect himself from parental consequences should he be caught.

The Dawn of a Twelve-Year Old’s Exhibitionism

By, Running Bare

I love it when my dick gets hard. It happens every time I meet one of Eddie’s dares and he makes me stay naked for hours. I do like it when he plays with my peter. Why in the hell am I so shy about being naked in front of other people? Why is it I’m embarrassed in the locker rooms at school and the community pool when I have to get naked to change? Why in the hell is it that I absolutely dislike Mom seeing me naked? Shit, when Dad is going to use the belt on me, I’m more uncomfortable at having to strip for it than I am getting it. There’s just something about being made to be naked in front of others that gives me a rush. I hate it, but I love it.

When my sisters have their friends over, I imagine being naked in front of them. I imagine their friends playing with my boy equipment without rules. The variations of such play have no limits. Oh sure, Pam’s friends wouldn’t be too creative. What’s an eight-year-old girl going to do to a twelve-year-old boy’s penis or ball sack anyway? Might be interesting, at least for them. Becky’s friends are a different story. I wonder what her twelve and thirteen-year-old friends would concoct? It might be painful, but then again it might not.

Wonder what a blow job feels like. I suppose I have to be what Jerry calls a “shooter” to get the thrill, but hey it’ll come and soon if Coach Matthews is giving us the straight scoop in sex-ed classes. He did tell us about masturbation but nothing about “bj’s”. Actually, the whole thing sounds gross. Who wants some guy’s dick in the mouth? Actually, it’s disgusting to think about. I mean what if he peed or something?

I really would like my sisters and their friends to at least see my junk. How do I make it look like a probable accident? Wonder if it’d get back to Mom and Dad. I know one of them would tell, if not both. If it was “accidental” how could it get me in trouble. Probably just get the, “You need to be more careful” caution from Mom.

Hell, it’s Mom’s thing. She wants me to wear shorts all the time. Short ones at that. Those damned cutoffs she makes with my winter pants every spring wouldn’t be so bad except they’re all at least half way up my thighs. Anyone paying attention would see boy fashions have changed over the years. Why she and Dad can’t fly for some board shorts or anything at least at the top of my knees I’ll never know. Bi ut, no, she wants them at least half way between my knee and ass—usually closer to my ass.

I hate shorts anyway—too much exposed skin. Actually, every spring she forces me to wear shorts to play and even to school. My debut in the damned things always causes me to get an erection especially if someone comments on or noticeably stares at my legs. It’s almost as powerful in causing hard-ons as having my bare ass or penis exposed.

Why am I so shy about such things? Most of my friends aren’t. Almost every boy in my sixth grade class wears shorts to school and everywhere. Some of them even wear them in the winter. Am I missing something? Most of the guys aren’t the least bit shy about being naked in the locker room. Some even walk around naked much longer than they have to. They, as Mom calls it, “flaunt” it.

Maybe it’s that my dick is longer than most of the other guys, and, yes, they notice it. Just ask me “Long Dong” as they call me. My junk isn’t that much longer than most, but it is notably longer. Dad, said I should be proud of it and just say, “What’s the matter? Jealous?”, when they tease. Sometimes it shuts them up, but sometimes it makes it worse.

I hate the thought of being exposed, especially naked in front of other people. So why am I so interested in showing myself to other kids? Why do I get hard when I imagine them fondling me? Worse why do I get so horny to think about it in the first place. Never happened when I was eight or nine, but lately…

Mom used to find times for me to be naked in front of other people. I really didn’t mind it until I was seven or so. But, at eight, I began to rebel about it. I remember two years ago when I was adamant about the whole shorts thing even more vividly. In both cases I was reminded I was the kid and she was the parent and I’d do as I was told. Thankfully, leg exposure is the only thing that is still forced.

Now why, if I don’t even like wearing shorts, am I consumed with the desire to expose my junk? Maybe it’s doing it on my terms rather than someone else’s. This is just weird.

What if I put on the shortest cutoffs I’ve got, no maybe some gym shorts. No, not the kind the other boys wear, the basketball things, but the old-fashioned cotton kind of gym shorts with the elastic waistband. Mom bought two pair at an end of year sale somewhere. Even Dad said they were from the 1960’s or more accurately, “End of summer, those things were the end of the seventies.” I never wore them other than to privately try them on in my room. They’re simply embarrassing.

But, hey, maybe they’d be a start. I could break them out and put them on and see if I have the guts to wear them in front of other people, especially Becky and Pam’s friends. If I play it right, they will see my briefs when my legs are spread. I don’t know if I can do that. Yep, I’m getting hard right now and this is just thinking about showing off my underwear. Imagine the guts it’d take to go commando so they could get the full show. I want to, but I just can’t go there.

Okay, Mom wants me in shorts, I’ll give her shorts. I’ll wear a pair of those skimpy ones she bought at “the end of the summer sale”. I’ll give some sneak peeks at my underwear and check out peoples’ reactions. I’m curious, but I’m a bit hesitant to do it.

Slip on the white ones and go down for breakfast. It’ Saturday so at least you don’t have to deal with classmates. I’m sure Becky and Pam won’t disappoint though. Geeezzz, these things are a bit shorter than the jeans Mom cutoff. Man, the legs are very loose. If I sit wrong it’ll give a view just this side of not wearing anything over my Jockeys. I need to rethink this choice. I don’t think I’m ready for this. Oh, what the hell, bound down to the kitchen and act like there’s nothing new.

Act nonchalant. Don’t show any self-consciousness. Everything’s normal. Not really your legs are fully exposed. You’ve done it. No woody. Just discomfort about having your white legs so fully exposed. It is March and most boys’ legs are already much tanner than yours. It’s a start.

“Don’t you look cute! You’re wearing those shorts I bought the other day. Turn around let me see how they look in the back. Jack, you have very attractive legs for a little boy. I’m glad you’re showing them off. What kind of cereal do you want?”

Cute? Cute, my ass. Oh shit, here comes Pam. Wonder if I’ll get some smart ass remarks from her. She did a double take.

“How’d you and Dad get that to happen?” nodding toward my bare legs.

“We didn’t, he just put them on himself.”

Hey, you two I’m sitting right here.

“Kinda short, aren’t they? I like him in them. His bare legs are so cute!”

Now that’s embarrassing. Who’s she to judge my legs? Maybe I should go up and change into something less revealing. If Pam… Pam, get your hands off my thigh. Maybe I should complain. No, annoying big sister or not, rubbing my leg feels good. Now, if my pecker will just stay down. Oh, she’s done accosting me.

“You know, little brother, your legs are so smooth and tight a little color will help. You need to wear these shorts more often. It’d help.”

I hate that “little brother” shit. She’s only a year older than me. The shorts are already being noticed. I’m still not hard. Maybe a little pissed at her remarks, but not hard.

Here comes Dad. Where in the hell is Becky? I anxious to see what reaction I’ll get from her. Okay, Dad, you kissed Mom, turned and looked at me. And? Come on what’s different? He didn’t say a word about the shorts.

“Jack sometime this weekend I’m going to need some help with that dead maple tree in the backyard. We have to cut it down and get rid of the wood so don’t get scarce.”

Not a word about the shorts. Did he even notice? Is he that out of touch with me?

“Okay, when do you want to do it?”

“I thought sometime this morning.”

“Okay.”

Where in the hell is Becky? I have to know if she notices. So far, the females have commented and the only other male, Dad, said absolutely nothing. Does he care or does he think I always wear shorts up to my ass? Is it a guy thing not to notice another guy wearing shorts up to his ass?

Here comes Becky. I’ll slide out of the chair and take my cereal bowl to the sink so she gets the full impact. Maybe even Dad will make a remark.

Okay, Beck, make some kind of observation. What? She didn’t say anything. Just announced she’s going to her friend Lisa’s house this morning. Hey, Becky, look at me, my legs, my short shorts. Nope, nothing. Okay, it’s two females to one male and one female. The older girls noticed. The younger one had nothing to say. How’s that work?

“Can Lisa and Karen come over? We want to play in the backyard.”

Mom’s reply was predictable. “Daddy and Jack are going to be cutting down the dead tree. I think if you girls want to play in the family room it’d be fine, but not the backyard today.”

Becky still is oblivious to my new look. Apparently, so is Dad. Not a word from either of them. I’ll wait and see how my sisters’ friends respond. Shoot, even Pam hasn’t said another word. Oww, well she at least slapped my lower thigh as she passed on her way to her room.

“Geezzz, Pam, that hurt.”

“Don’t like it? Put some clothes on.” Laughing and in her own snooty way she threw it back at me.

What the hell, she even acknowledged my skimpy attire. Surely that will cause some curiosity from Dad and/or Becky. But nada. Funny, I’m not as self-conscious as I was when I came downstairs and still no hard-on. Maybe my bare legs aren’t such a big draw. But if they weren’t, why were Mom and her friends always making those comments about them. Pam sure as hell recognized them, she even rubbed them for a minute.

***

I’ve helped Dad many times with yard work but he still refuses to let me use the damned chainsaw. When will I be old enough? Here comes Becky with her posse of three. Let’s see if they recognize the change in my usual attire. They’re coming over here. I’m gonna sit down and I’ll put my knees up and spread my legs apart. Just act like you aren’t aware of the underwear tour you’re providing them. Lean back. I think my boy lingerie has caught Lisa’s eye. She’s giggling and covering her mouth. She’s pointing at me. Now they’re all giggling.

Becky had to try to embarrass me, “Jack, you know we can see your underwear.”

That was the plan but the outcome was still somewhat embarrassing and at the same time what a rush. Hard penis and red face. Nice touch slamming my knees together might make them look more often. Hope so.

“Why don’t you girls go in the house while Jack and I finish up here.”

He still isn’t paying much attention. Didn’t even comment on the whole underwear thing. It’s like he didn’t even hear it. I don’t get it.

Here comes Mom. She’s got a couple of bottles of water. I’m not thirsty, but it’ll give me a reason to sit down and take a break.

She’s over there chatting with Dad. I can’t hear it all but it’s something about rearranging the garden tools in the garage. Hey, when these limbs are cleared, I’m done. I’ve done my chores. Besides, I want to go in with Becky and her friends for round two. My penis is back to normal.

“Jack, why don’t you take your shirt off. You look hot. Just give it to me and I’ll put it in the laundry when I go in.”

What’s with that? Dad’s out here too. He doesn’t have to take his shirt off. Is she stripping me softly or something—one piece at a time? Maybe if I do take my shirt off it’ll add to Becky’s friends’ interest. I’m not sure I’m ready for that much of a show. I guess they’d see that much if we were swimming or at the beach. Why’s it feel so abnormal being shirtless in our backyard? Maybe it’s the fact that no one else is “beach” attired. Not sure. She’s standing here waiting for my shirt. I suppose telling her I was okay with it on might not work. Take the shirt off.

Hey its more comfortable without the shirt than I thought. Can’t wait to go in the house and plop down in front of Becky and her friends again. This time even barer. I’m going to spread my legs too. I’ll act like I didn’t remember what happened when they looked up the leg of my short and hour ago.

God, Dad, when will we be done. I’m getting that rush back just thinking about entertaining Becky’s friends. Hey, this time what if I slid Mr. Peter’s head out one of the leg openings of my jockeys? I’d love to but I’m sure not ready to do something like that. I don’t know how I could think it. Still, I wonder how that would come down. If Mom or Dad heard about it, they’d just brush it off as a “wardrobe malfunction”. I could just act like I wasn’t aware of it showing. Dad didn’t say a word about my underwear showing when Becky announced it in the yard. Yeah, but if its my knob he might say something. Quit thinking about it, its never going to happen. I’m getting hard just plotting it. Holy shit, I don’t need a tent out here Dad would notice for sure.

***

“Looks pretty good, Jack. Thanks for the help. You can go in now, I’ll put the tools up. Thanks again you cut the time in half.”

What in the hell are those girls playing? Some kind of board game. Hey, girls it’s the twenty first century. Board games are out. You need to go virtual.

No comments? I don’t have a shirt on. Anybody? Anybody? I’ll turn the TV on and sit down on the couch with my legs spread. Maybe they’ll eventually get the giggles seeing my underwear again. That was the backdoor. I wonder who’s here now. Maybe it was Dad coming in. No, don’t close your legs. Gabrielle just looked up. She’s looking right up the legs again. She’s giggling and just said something. Oh great, they’re all looking now.

Becky felt the need to give me a second warning. “You’re showing your underwear again.”

“At least I’m wearing some.” Oh, good one.

Lisa was smug in her retort, “I wish you weren’t.”

Karen chimed in, “Yeah, we’d love to see your boy thing.” That was followed by a round of laughter. Not mine though.

Here comes her royal highness, Pamela and her friend Jennifer. Should I close up? No, what the hell just sit here without your shirt and with your legs spread. Jennifer is looking right up the leg. She’s staring but no comment. I want to say “take a picture, it lasts longer” but I won’t. I don’t want her to know I see her looking. Pam’s looking now. She’s saying nothing. Wonder what she’s thinking.

“Hey, why don’t you close your legs? We don’t need to be seeing that.”

Guess that answers that. Now I know. But no, I don’t have to take orders from her.

Becky attacked Pam’s pissy-assed remark, “My friends like seeing that. We think it’s funny.”

“All I can say is Mom might need to talk to him about shorts etiquette.”

Jennifer jumped in, “He’s a boy. They have different rules.”

Where’d that little pearl come from? What different rules?

I’d have expected a woody, but it hasn’t happened. Wonder why. I’ve come a long way since seven o’clock this morning. Have I arranged to overcome a lot of my, as Mom puts it, modesty problem?

Do I have the courage to go shirtless the rest of the day? I don’t think so. All this attention to my underwear, maybe I should cover up a bit. Still, I feel a bout of modesty about showing too much skin coming up. Yeah, I’ll put a shirt on. Maybe some less open shorts. No, Mom would question the shorts change. Just a shirt.

***

Check the lock on the door. More than once Pam has barged in on me when I was on the toilet or in the shower, or worse getting ready to get in the shower. Her excuse was (is) always I need to grab my hair dryer, or manicure set, or something else. In every case her eyes are cast toward my junk. If I lock the door, she doesn’t bother me. The only time I have a problem with the locked door is if it’s Mom or Dad. They don’t like me to lock it. If they need in, well…

I wonder if I can make it to my bedroom from here naked. Just considering it makes me feel challenged and brave. Maybe I can try. But if I put on my leisure pants, I know I can make it safely. Shit, I’m gonna take the chance.

Whew, I made it. It was fun running down the hall with my hardon swaying back and forth. What the hell, I had my leisure pants in my left hand. If someone surprised me, I could just hold them in front of my junk. Embarrassing but no major modesty breech.

Think I’ll hit the hay naked. I haven’t really ever done that before, but it’ll make it easy to play with myself as I think about my nakedness. Got it hard and I’m flipping it around and rubbing myself. Geezzz, I’m tired.

***

“Time to get up, you’ve got an hour to get ready for church!”

I’m naked. Oh yeah, I must have drifted off last night. Kinda feels good sleeping naked.

Hey, wouldn’t it be fun to wear those gym shorts to church? I’m not ready for that. I’ll never be ready for that. Even Mom wouldn’t condone that. At least I don’t think she would. I’ll wear the khakis and a knit shirt.

I’m feelin naughty, how about going commando under the khakis? That’d be fun and it’d be challenging. What if I do and I get a stiffy? How do I shove that tent pole aside? That’d be embarrassing. But if I do go bare underneath, it’d give me a thrill like the rush yesterday when I appeared in those short shorts. I’m gonna do it. Sure hope I don’t zip my peter with the zipper. I did that once when I was six. Damned zipper got stuck on a foreskin remnant and Dad had to unzip me. Hurt like hell.

This isn’t bad. My penis is flopping around more than ever. Hope I don’t get a sore knob from it rubbing back and forth on the cloth.

***

“Okay, you kids go up to your rooms and change your clothes.”

Ah, we’re home. Now I have to dress for another day. Almost forgot I was naked under these. Wow, now I get a boner. I’m alone but still I got a boner. Didn’t get one at church. Forgot I was not wearing underwear. Noooo, I get a boner changing and just thinking about what it was like going commando. What if I put the other pair of short shorts on without underwear? It’d give my sisters and their friends a clear view of my boy parts. Naw, I’m not ready to do something like that, but just thinking it gives me a funny feeling inside. Maybe it’s the challenge? Sure would be fun. I could decide if they got to see it and how much of it by how I sit and…

If I did it and got caught by Mom or Dad, how could that be explained as an accident? “I forgot to put on underwear?” Yeah, like that’d work. Wonder if my sisters would tell. I know they would Becky would do it to watch me get in trouble. Pam would do it to put a burr under Mom and Dad’s saddles. Either way I’d get in trouble.

Let me get the shorts out. Wonder why Mom picked white. I mean don’t these come in colors? Grab some Jockeys. Oh, that devilish entity is planting temptation. I’ll put them back. I’m gonna do it. Commando under my gym shorts. Can’t be any different than at school when we have to wear a jock can it? I’m naked under the shorts then. But, at school they’re basketball shorts and a lot longer. They weren’t always longer. The pictures in the trophy case show basketball teams from the sixties and seventies and those boys had very short uniforms. I believe even shorter than gym. I’m sure they weren’t wearing underwear either. Wonder why the shorts got longer and when it happened. If they could do it back then, what am I scared of? I’m doin’ it.

Let me look out to the hallway. I’m not sure I want to introduce myself too fast. My dick is hard just thinking about taking this plunge. It’s pushing the front of my shorts out so far nobody could ignore it. Let me reach in and adjust it. Maybe I can hide the tent. I know I’ll put the head of my penis under the elastic waistband and cover the whole thing with the bottom of the t-shirt. Is this the longest t-shirt I have? Yeah, I guess it is.

Okay, still hard as a rock, but pinned up by the shorts. Hope it doesn’t spring free while I’m walking. I love the challenge of avoiding being caught.

Quick, slide onto a chair and slide up to the table. Mom will bring the lunch to you.

“Jack would you help get the drinks ready for lunch?”

Oh shit, now what do I do. If I find an excuse not to, she’ll suspect something or I’ll piss her off. If I do help and Mr. Peter goes out of control how do I explain that?

“I don’t understand it. You’re wearing another pair of gym shorts. See, they aren’t so bad are they?”

“I still hate them but they’re better than the cutoffs.”

Shouldn’t have said that. Now she’s going to probably buy more of them and clean out the cutoffs. Hey, there’s your sign. She’s looking at your shorts. Better hope dickie stays in place. Just keep close to the counter while you fill the glasses.

Here comes Dad. Get closer to the counter. I think he’d use his belt on me, if he knew I wasn’t wearing underwear. He didn’t even notice the shorts or if he did, I guess he doesn’t think about the modesty breakthrough they represent. He’s clueless. Did he just pat my ass? He did. That’s the most affection I’ve had from him in weeks. Still no comment on my shorts.

All good things must come to an end, here comes Pam.

“Hi guys, and you too, Dork. I see you’ve grown attached to those shorts. Kind of kinky.”

“Pamela Leigh, leave your brother alone. I like to see him finally wearing shorts without argument. And, he has a name and it isn’t Dork.”

Way to go Mom middle name and all. Put the bitch in line.

Mom recognized Becky as she bounced into the kitchen. “Becky, what are your plans for this afternoon?”

“I’m going to bring my friends over to play Uno. Can we make jewelry in the family room too?”

“You aren’t doing anything until you empty the dishwasher and straighten up your room.”

She’s bringing her friends over. Will I have the courage to pull off teasing them with glimpses of my penis and balls? I’m not sure. Maybe when the time comes. I’ll sit on the couch and act like I’m watching TV. They’ll be sitting at the table and playing. I’m not sure I can do this. I’m getting hard again just imagining it.

Have to remember to keep legs together and the legs of the shorts tucked so they can’t see my junk. Sure puts a wrench in the works. Don’t want them to see it. Not sure I want Pam or Becky’s friends seeing it either. This would be a big step. How could I explain showing it to them if they tell on me? I’m sure the first question will be “Why aren’t you wearing any underwear.” Yeah, I can hear it now. What the hell are you going to say? “I forgot.” Yeah, that’ll work for sure. I don’t think so.

Wonder if showing it to Becky’s friends will get them to want to touch it? Would I let them? I’m really getting horny just thinking about doing this. God, it’s as hard as a rock.

Wonder if I’ll get the belt if I do it and they tell.

Maybe if I do it, I can negotiate with them to stop my sisters from telling. Maybe I can say, “If you don’t tell, I’ll let your friends touch it.” Pam would probably be disgusted unless it’s an act she puts on. I do know her friends would love to play with it. They’d love the trade off. Can’t trust Pam or Becky to keep it from Mom and Dad even if their friends get to feel me up. And, what if Mom or Dad comes down to the family room while they’re playing? No, too risky. I’m not going to do this.

How did a guy like me get to this point? I mean I don’t even like the idea of my bare legs up for evaluation and now I’m wrestling with showing my penis and balls to my sisters’ friends.

Someone’s at the family room garage door. Has to be a kid. That’s where most of our friends come. Guess I have to answer it.

“Becky, Karen’s here!”

She’s checking out my legs. Her staring is making me even hornier, I must look weird holding my hands in front of my dick. Have to or she’ll see the tent.

“BECKY, KAREN’S HERE!”

“I’ll go upstairs and find her.”

“She might be in her room. Oh, here she comes.”

If they stay down here should I just try it out on the two of them? Or, should I wait for more of her friends? Doesn’t matter, I can’t do it. Go sit down and wait. Maybe you can build up some courage.

Wonder where Becky and Karen went. There’s the damn door again.

“BECKY, Gabrielle and Lisa are here!”

Now what? Maybe, they’ll go up to her room to play, then you won’t get the chance to let them peek. I’d like that, it’d solve my problem. Then again, I hope not. I’d like to keep my options open. They’re sitting down at the table. It isn’t a direct eyeshot up my leg but close enough. What in the hell are they giggling about? I haven’t given any more skin to look at than I did yesterday. They aren’t looking at me. Guess it’s something else.

Let me kind of loosen up one side of my shorts. Well, it’s a pretty narrow opening. They aren’t going to see anything unless you open up more. Keep looking at the TV. Act oblivious. Cock that leg to the side. Don’t look at them. Wait it out. My dick is stretched out down the leg of the shorts. I know the head is completely exposed. Still, no one has noticed. They’re still into their ten-year-old gossip. How about clearing my throat? Maybe that’d divert their attention. Keep looking at TV. Don’t know what I’m watching but they don’t know that.

“Hhhhummm”. Now you’ve committed. I think they all looked.

“Jack, your wiener is showing.”

Close your legs and act embarrassed. Don’t have to act, you’re now at your sister’s mercy.

Karen was quick to complain, “Beckyyyy, why’d you tell him. We wanted to look at it. Geeezzz.

“Why aren’t you wearing any underwear? Does Mom know?”

I don’t have to answer to her. Don’t stir her up, she’ll go tell and God only knows how that will end.

“I don’t have to answer to you, Becky. Just shut up and play with your friends.”

“I’m going up to tell.”

“No, don’t please Beck. Instead let’s make him show us the whole thing. I’ve never seen a boy his age naked. Please, please. How about you guys?”

This is getting out of hand. Gabrielle and Lisa agreed with Karen. Pressure’s on Becky. No, pressure’s on me. What are they going to make me do? Should I play hard to get or just comply?

“Okay, I won’t tell Mom if you stand up and pull down your pants. You have to stand there until I tell you you can pull ‘em back up. If you do, I won’t tell Mom.”

“What are you going to tell Mom? ‘Jack’s not wearing underwear’.”

“You know she’ll be pissed. No tellin’ what she’ll do.”

You’ve gone this far. Do you have the courage to show all? Have you broken the fear of showing your stuff? You, the kid who’s embarrassed to strip in front of boys in the locker room? You the boy who shunned skinny dipping at scout camp? Look how far you’ve come with your horniness.

“Okay I’ll do it.”

Stand up and pull the shorts down to your knees. Hope like hell Mom, Dad or Pam don’t happen down. Aw, you’d hear them coming down the stairs and have plenty of time to pull ‘em up. Go ahead.

Gabrielle couldn’t contain herself, “Wow, it’s sticking straight out. Look at his bag. Wonder why boys have those bags.”

The ever-knowledgeable Karen answered, “His balls are in there. Hey, pull your shirt up. We want to see it all.”

You’ve gone this far, pull up your shirt.

“Better yet, take it off and take the shorts off too.” Karen is ruthless bitch.

“No, don’t Jack. My mom and dad are just upstairs. If he’s naked and they come down here, we’ll all be in trouble.”

Guess Becky’s a better thinker than I give her credit for.”

“Well, then come over here so we can touch it.” Karen really is trying.

It’s decision time. How far are you willing to go? The rush you’re having now could use another hit, but at what cost. I want to let them touch it, but how much more will they ask. Am I now their slave? I don’t think so.

“Jack, pull your pants up. We’re going to get caught.”

Becky’s as scared as I am. She won’t tell. I wonder what would have happened if I let her friends play with my balls and hard-on. Gabrielle and Lisa seemed pretty quiet, but they were fully into the show. No tellin’ what Karen had in mind.

I’ll just sit here and try to figure out what was on TV. Everything is back to normal.

“Why can’t we sit next to him on the couch and slide our hands up under his short and cop a feel? Have any of you felt a boy’s thing before? Noooo, none of you. How about you, Becky. Ever felt his thing or his balls? Well now’s our chance. He has to do it or we can tell.

There she goes again. Can’t take no for an answer. If this goes any further, will I let them feel me up? Hey, I started it and now it’s getting out of hand. I’m going up to my room. I’m not sure I want them playing with my items of interest. I’ve gone this far to overcome my “over modesty”. Maybe Mom and Dad would be proud of all of this. Yeah, right. So, I showed them my dick and balls. How big a sin might that be? If I let them feel them, I’d be dead meat for sure.

***

Family meeting? Do Mom and Dad know about yesterday? I’m a little scared. We’ve never had a family meeting before. Got the shorts on, but unlike yesterday I’m wearing underwear.

“Jack, Becky, Gabrielle’s mother called me this morning about something that happened yesterday…”

Oh, shit.

(End of File)