My Covid Summer

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My Covid Summer
by Zyngaru
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Last school year was strange to say the least. It began as usual. I started the seventh grade as a twelve year old. I had an exciting Halloween. Thanksgiving was fun. Christmas was absolutely wonderful. On February fifth I celebrated my thirteenth birthday. By the beginning of March things start getting strange. We all hear about this bad disease, but no one knows anyone who has it. My parents both being doctors have to spend more and more time at the Hospital getting ready for a disease that no one knows anything about. Mom starts making me stay at home alone after school. I’m having to spend more and more time by myself, instead of with friends.

By the middle of March, I get my first wet dream. It’s so awesome. I can still remember the dream. I’m standing in school, reading my history report in front of the whole class, when people start laughing. I look down to see I’m not wearing my jeans or underpants. I’m naked down there. That’s when I wake up with wet boxers. I can’t believe I wet the bed. Not at thirteen. But when I stick my hand in my boxers, my fingers come out all sticky and I know. I know what happened. I ejaculated for the first time. Wow! How awesome is that!

Now, not being able to have friends over after school or go to their house, I’ve lots of free time to myself. I mean it doesn’t take long to finish homework. Then there’s nothing else to do. There’s nothing on TV at that time of the day. I don’t want to read a book. I don’t want to play video games by myself. I get so bored. It isn’t long, before I rub myself between my legs and then not long after that, I unfasten my jeans and open them up so I can pull my dick out the fly of my boxers and rub it. Soon I get excited and pull my jeans and underpants completely off and play with my pecker out in the open. I make it last as long as I can, but I soon ejaculate. I start masturbating as often as I can. It feels so good.

Dad has talked to me, both before and again after, I had my first wet dream. I still don’t know how he knew I had that wet dream, but somehow he did. He explained to me how normal and natural it is for a boy my age to get them and to later start masturbating. He just warns me not to make masturbation the center of my entertainment. But what else can I do? I’m home alone with no friends allowed. My pecker is all I have to play with.

Then April came. Everything changed big time. Stores closed. Restaurants closed. Businesses all over closed. Then the unthinkable. My school closed. The only time I get to be with my friends is at school and now I don’t even have that.

The very next weekend after school closed, I packed a suitcase and mom drove me five hours out of town, to the country. Now I don’t mean the suburbs. Or even the farmlands. I mean the freaking boondocks. For the last hour, I haven’t seen another car or another house anywhere. I haven’t had cell service since the last gas station we filled up at. We left the highway onto county roads and then off of country roads onto gravel roads and for the last fifteen minutes we are off the gravel road onto a grass lane with only two dirt strips that shows a car has driven on it sometime in the past. Then in the distance, I see this really huge house. It’s what people call a Victorian house. It’s three stories tall with yet another level with an attic in it. There’s a huge porch wrapping all the way around it. This house looks like something from an old movie.

When we pull closer to the house, I can see people out on the porch watching us approach. There’s an older woman. I know her to be my Great Aunt Adele. She’s my mother’s, father’s sister who never married and never had any children. She’s a retired school teacher that has always lived by herself, in this very old family home, out here in the middle of nowhere. This is the house my great grandfather lived in when he was my age.

Also on the porch are cousins. There are three girl cousins. I don’t know any of them, but mom tells me who they are. There are the fourteen year old twins, Debbie and Becky. That’s Deborah and Rebecca, but of course everyone calls them by their nicknames. The other girl is thirteen year old Cathy who’s actual name is Catherine. Then running around the yard acting silly are two naked little boys. Six year old Tommy and his eight year old brother, Sammy. Their true names are Thomas and Samuel. I’m not sure how I feel about the boys being naked. I mean we’re out here in the middle of nowhere, but still, being naked at their age seems odd to me. I’m just glad I wasn’t raised like them. Being naked is something you do in private, not out in the front yard. Especially in front of girls. I’m very body shy. I believe in modesty. There’s no reason for anyone to see me naked, especially now that I’m into puberty and my body is doing all kinds of strange things. Heck, my dick gets boned up for no reason at all. You can’t get more embarrassing than that. There’s no way I’ll ever go around naked and let people see me pop a boner over and over again. So, I stay clothed anytime other people are around. Now when I’m by myself, yes, I like to strip naked and play with my dick. It’s a lot of fun and feels absolutely awesome, especially now that I can jerk off.

When we pull up in front of the house the two naked boys come running to the car and as soon as I open the door and step out, they grab my hands and pull me along with them.

Tommy: “Hi. Walter. We’ve been waiting all morning for you to get here.”

Sammy: “Ya. You’re supposed to come with us.”

Aunt Adele: “Walter. Run along with Tommy and Sammy. They’ll take you to where you can be decontaminated. Just follow their instructions and it’ll all be taken care of shortly.”

Decontaminated? I’m not contaminated. Why do I need to be decontaminated? What is she talking about?

Tommy: “Ya. Walter. Just follow us. We’ll get that Covid off you fast.”

Me: “I don’t have Covid.”

Sammy: “Of course you don’t.”

Tommy: “Auntie Adele wouldn’t have let you come here if you had Covid.”

Me: “Then why all this decontamination talk?”

Tommy: “Because you can carry it on you. On your clothes. On your skin. In your hair. So we have to decontaminate you so none of us get Covid.”

Okay, this is just weird. It’s like being in one of those Sci-Fi movies. These naked boys are dragging me around behind the house. I see in the distance a cinder block building that doesn’t even have a roof on it. When we get close to it, I see it doesn’t have a door either, but instead it is built like the bathrooms at school where you walk around a wall and then into the bathroom. So even though it doesn’t have a door, no one can see in it. Once inside, I see that this is a shower room. Looking up, I can see the sky. There’s a shower head mounted to the wall and a drain in the floor.

Tommy: “You need to take a really good shower and we’re going to help you, by washing areas you can’t get to, like your back.”

Me: “So you’re expecting to take a shower with me. Well that ain’t going to happen. I don’t need any little boys watching me take a shower.”

Sammy: “It’s Auntie Adele’s orders and you don’t want to make Auntie Adele mad or she’ll use Big Bertha on you.”

Me: “Who the hell is Big Bertha?”

Tommy: “Oh! You cussed. Don’t let Auntie Adele hear you cuss. Big Bertha is her strap. She says it belonged to her Great Grandpa and has been used on all of us Mitchell boys.”

Sammy: “Even our daddy got whipped with it. Yours too probably.”

Me: “My dad isn’t a Mitchell. Mom is.”

Tommy: “Well you’re here with the Mitchell’s now, so you better get your clothes off and take a shower, before Auntie comes looking to see what’s taking you so long.”

Me: “She wouldn’t dare try strapping me. My mom wouldn’t let her.”

Tommy: “You keep thinking like that and you’re for sure going to get a strapping.”

I think this over and decide it’s only a shower. It’s best not to push things until I talk to mom. I just don’t like these little boys being here to see me naked. But I really don’t see any way to get rid of them, so I guess I’m taking a shower in front of them.

Me: “Okay. I’ll take a shower. But as soon as I’m done, we’re going to go back around front and talk to my mom about all this Big Bertha shit.”

Sammy: “Oh! He did it again. He cussed.”
Me: “Shit Sammy. Shit ain’t a cuss word. What else do you call shit?”

Tommy: “It might not be a cuss word to you but it sure is to Auntie. Just don’t use those kinds of words around her.”

I begin getting undressed. As I take my shoes off, Sammy takes them and puts them into a black trash bag. Then he puts my socks in and then my tee shirt. I guess both boys are going to stand right here and watch me, so I go ahead and take my jeans off and hand them to Sammy, who puts them in the bag also. I really hate doing this, because I don’t like people seeing me naked, but I really can’t take a shower wearing them, so I take my boxers off and hand them to Sammy, who again, puts them in the bag.

Sammy: “Oh! My! Walter! You’re huge!”

Tommy: “You even got hairs!”

Now, I’m not huge. My dick is only two and a half inches long. I don’t even have all that many hairs. It’s just a thin mustache right at the base of my dick. But I guess to these boys it’s huge, since they only have a half inch dick and tiny marbles for balls.

I adjust the water so it’s warm and get under the showerhead and start soaking all over. When I look up, Sammy’s gone. Him and the bag with my clothes are nowhere to be seen.

I soap up all over.

Tommy: “Down there too.”

Tommy points to my dick and balls.

Me: “I will. Are you going to watch me wash everything?”

Tommy: “Yes. It’s my job. You have to wash off all the Covid germs, so I got to make sure you don’t miss anywhere. I’ll get your back when you’re ready.”

As I’m washing my body, Sammy returns. Both little boys get right in the shower with me. Before I know it, Tommy is soaping up my legs, all the way right up to my balls. Sammy is soaping my back right down to my butt crack.

Me: “You know guys. I can do this by myself.”

Sammy: “We know, but it’s our job. Squat down so I can get your shoulders and the top of your back.”

What else can I do but to obey the little twerp and let him wash my back from my neck down to my ass. When I stand back up to rinse off, Tommy starts washing my dick and balls. Now this totally takes me by surprise. I never expected the boys to touch me there. Before I know it I’m getting a boner.

Tommy: “Look Sammy. Walter’s getting a woody.”

Sammy: “Ya and look how big it is. The girls are really going to like Walter.”

Me: “What do you mean by that?”

Tommy: “Well, when Sammy or me get a stiffie the girls all make a fuss over it. But when they see your’s, they’ll totally forget about us.”

Me: “Well. They’re going to be really disappointed, because they’ll never see me naked. I wasn’t raised like you two. I don’t run around naked.”

I get under the shower and rinse all the soap off until I’m literally squeaky clean. Just pull your finger over my skin and it squeaks.

Sammy: “You know Walter. Neither Tommy or me ever ran around naked until we came here last week.”

Me: “You didn’t. I just thought since you were playing naked in the yard when I got here, that you both are like nudists or something.”

Tommy: “Heck no. We don’t like having to be naked in front of the girls. We just ain’t got no choice.”

Me: “I don’t understand.”

Sammy: “That’s okay. You will soon. Now that you’re all decontaminated, lets go outside and get dry.”

Me: “Outside? Why can’t we dry off in here?”

Sammy: “Because there isn’t very much sunshine in here.”

Me: “Why can’t we just towel off?”

I look around the room and there are no towels. Actually there isn’t any cloth in the room at all. I didn’t pay much attention to there not being a washcloth, because I never use them at home any way. But who has a shower room like this and no towels to dry off with?

Tommy: “As you can see, there aren’t any towels out here. We have to sun dry. Auntie says that’s the best way to decontaminate you. She says sunlight is supposed to kill Covid germs.”

Me: “Well, she might have that right. I do remember hearing something about that on TV. But the girls might see us.”
Sammy: “No. They’re around front with Auntie, waiting for us to get done. They won’t come back here.”

Me: “You sure?”

Tommy: “Yes. They aren’t allowed to come back here when a boy is getting decontaminated.”

Me: “Okay. I guess. I really don’t like being naked out in the open like this, but if it’s what I have to do, then let’s get it over with.”

All three of us walk outside into the bright sunshine. We stay on the cement patio as we dry. I can feel the heat of the sun, seep deep into my skin. Both Sammy and Tommy hold their arms straight out, like they are trying to fly. Me on the other hand keep my arms close to my sides with my hands cupped over my dick and balls. I feel really exposed being naked outside, so there’s no way I’m holding my arms out like these boys.

Tommy: “Walter. You gotta hold your arms out so the sun can get to every part of you.”

Me: “No way, dude. It’s not happening.”

Seeing that I’m not going to comply with their instructions, they each grab one of my arms and start dragging me towards the front of the house. I fight them off as best as I can, but I’m not uncovering my junk for no one, so they’re able to move me where they want me pretty easily. Before I know it, I’m in the front of the house facing the porch with Aunt Adele and the girls all staring down at me.

Tommy: “We tried Auntie Adele. He just won’t put his arms out like we tell him.”

Aunt Adele: “Walter. Stop this foolishness. Get those arms up in the air so the sun can do it’s work on your skin. We have to make sure every single Covid germ is dead before we can let you in this house.”

Me: “I don’t need to go in your house. I can go back home with mom.”

Aunt Adele: “Walter dear. Your mom left awhile ago. As soon as Sammy brought your clothes to her, she took them and left.”

Me: “She’s gone? With my clothes? What about my suitcase?”

Aunt Adele: “She took everything with her, except for you.”

Me: “But I’m naked. What am I supposed to wear?”

Aunt Adele: “Your birthday suit of course. Boys in this household have worn their birthday suits and only their birthday suits for generations.”

Me: “What? You expect me to go naked? Like these two? I’m not like them. I never go naked. I don’t like being naked. I like wearing clothes.”

Aunt Adele: “Now Walter. Don’t lie to me. I know better. When your mom and dad are at the hospital working, and you’re home alone, you go around the house naked don’t you.”

How in the world does she know about that? No one knows about me being naked at home, when I’m all alone. I want to lie to her, but I can see something in her eyes. That something is telling me she knows! She knows what I do in private at home.

Me: “Ya. Sometimes, but I’m home alone. No one else sees me.”

Aunt Adele: “It doesn’t matter if you were alone or not. It proves you like being naked. Now if you’d rather not talk about why you like being naked at home, in front of everyone, you’ll want to get those arms up, right now.”

She wouldn’t. Not here in front of my cousins. No! Surely she wouldn’t tell everyone about that. But then again, looking into her eyes, I can see differently. Yes, she would tell everything. I look around and everyone is staring at me. My cousins are waiting to see me exposed. They want to see my dick. There’s no doubt about it. I can feel my hands shaking, as I think about having to move them away and show my cousins my most private parts. Aunt Adele isn’t going to let me keep my secret parts secret. She’s going to make me show them to everyone. It isn’t fair. Why did mom leave me here. I close my eyes and raise my arms out to my side, like both Sammy and Tommy are doing.

Aunt Adele: “Now see. That wasn’t so bad, now was it, Walter? You don’t have anything to be ashamed off. You are maturing nicely for a boy your age.”

Can she make this any more embarrassing? Now she wants to talk about my boy parts? Please just don’t say anything at all, if you’re going to talk about my dick and balls.

Aunt Adele: “You’re looking nice. Now slowly turn around so the sun can get to every part of you.”

I do as I’m told. I’m a naked boy on display for all the females here. I mostly keep my eyes closed, but peek out just a little as I go around where the girls are watching me. Yes, they have smiles on their faces and are whispering back and forth. This is so embarrassing. It’s worse than the naked at school dream I get sometimes. This is for real.

Aunt Adele: “Well, that should do it. You can stop rotating now. Boys, why don’t you take Walter up to the attic and show him where you boys sleep.”

Sammy: “Come on Walter.”

The boys grab my hands again and drag me past the girls on the porch and up the stairs all the way to the top and into the attic. Now this place is fantastic. I mean, when they said attic, I thought of a small dirty crawl space. But not this attic. It’s huge with windows all around. I can see out in all directions around the house. It’s like being in an eagles nest.

Me: “Have you guys named this place?”

Tommy: “No. Why.”

Me: “Because if this is just for us boys then I think we should call it the Eagles Nest.”

Tommy: “That’s cool. I like it.”

Sammy: “Me too.”

Tommy: “This is all ours. Well, it’s for all the boys. There’s more coming of course. I think I heard Auntie Adele say that cousin Randy and Ellen will be here in three days.”

Me: “Oh really! I know them. I haven’t seen them in a couple years but at least I know them.”

Tommy: “What are they like, because we’ve never even heard of them.”

Me: “Well Randy is the oldest. He would be fifteen now. That would make Ellen twelve, because she’s a year younger than me. Randy’s cool. I learned all about jerking off from him.”

Sammy: “Jerking off? What’s that?”

Me: “You boys don’t know what jerking off is? Uhmm. Let’s wait until Randy gets here and we can teach you both at the same time. You’ll like it. It’s lots of fun.”

Me: “Why is there only five beds up here. There’s room for at least a dozen and still have lots of extra room.”

Tommy: “Auntie says there’s only five of us cousins coming. Right now only four of us for sure. The fifth one is a maybe.”

Me: “So, there’s going to be a lot more girls than boys then?”

Tommy: “Oh yes. There’ll be at least a dozen girls. Maybe more.”

Sammy: “You wanna go back outside. We can show you all around the place.”

Me: “Sure. At least we’ll be away from the girls who keep staring at my dick.”

Tommy: “Walter. Don’t say dick. You can call it a wiener, or willy or even a penis, but don’t say dick. Auntie don’t like that word.”

Me: “What do you mean she don’t like dick? That’s what it is.”
Tommy: “I just know if you use that word you’re going to meet Big Bertha.”

Me: “I’m not scared of Big Bertha.”

Sammy: “You should be.”

We sneak out of the house when the girls aren’t watching and get as far away as possible so no one but us boys can see each other naked. This is the oddest feeling being totally naked outdoors. I find myself looking around constantly to see if someone is watching me. It’s unnerving to tell you the truth. The weirdest thing is when there’s a breeze. It blows on my dick and it bones up immediately. It isn’t used to being out in the open either.

Sammy: “You sure get a lot of stiffies.”

Me: “It comes with puberty. They just happen on their own and you can’t control it. That’s another reason I shouldn’t have to be naked. My dick is going to pop up a lot and the girls are going to get to laugh at me. That ain’t fair. We don’t get to see their twats”

Sammy: “Twats? What’s that?”

Me: “There snatches. You know, what’s between their legs when they’re naked.”

Tommy: “Oh! Auntie would never let us see the girls twats. Girls are never allowed to be naked in front of boys. Auntie’s rules.”

Me: “Well it ain’t fair and I’m going to tell her too. Just wait and see if I don’t.”

Sammy: “You better not. She’ll use Big Bertha on you.”

Me: “I’m not scared of Aunt Adele. If she tries to hit me with that strap, I’ll stop her.”

Just thinking about Auntie trying to whip my ass makes me mad. This whole going naked thing ain’t fair and her trying to whip me would be the topping on the cake of injustice. I bet she never whips the girls.

We stay outside all afternoon right up until time to go back to the house for supper. I like this arrangement, because I get to stay out of sight of the girls this way. I think I’ll either stay up in the Eagles Nest or outside most of the time that I’m here. When we approach the house, Tommy leads me back around to the shower building. He explains that we have to shower before going back inside the house. Which also means we have to sun dry ourselves out in the open. I constantly glance up at the windows to make sure the girls aren’t peeking out and seeing me naked. Once dry we walk along the sidewalk to the back door, instead of going around front, then sneak up the back set of stairs to the Eagle’s Nest. I’ve never seen a house with two sets of stairs. It would have been fun growing up in this house, just to play tag and keep away. Being able to use different stairs would have been fun. Of course having to go naked all the time would have sucked big time.
Supper is odd and humiliating to say the least. We have to sit around this huge table boy-girl-boy-girl. All through supper my dick is played with by one of the girls sitting beside me. I can tell by looking at Tommy and Sammy, that the same thing is happening to them. Auntie has to know what the girls are doing to us boys but she ignores it totally. How is this fair? I think about reaching over and grabbing one of the girls twats, but think better of it. What if she liked it? This whole lifestyle is weird enough, without adding playing with the girls to it. After supper we all go to the family room to watch tv. Auntie likes ‘The History Channel,’ ‘Discovery Channel’ and ‘Nat Geo.’ We watch lots of documentaries. She explains that this is how she’s keeping up with our education. Of course she finds documentaries that have naked boys in them. People going to lost Amazon tribes or visiting people in far off Pacific Islands. All of them seem to not know anything about clothes. At least I get to see some girls breasts, but no twats. They always have those covered with something. She has satellite TV which means there are hundreds of channels we could watch, but she only lets us watch those few that she approves of. What’s worse is that us boys have to sit on the floor while the girls get to sit in the plush chairs. How is that fair?

Eventually all this unfairness bubbles up inside me and I blow a gasket.

Me: “This ain’t fair. Why do I have to go naked and the girls get to wear clothes. I have to show off my dick, but the girls get to keep their twats covered up. I have to let the girls play with my dick under the table and I can’t play with their snatches. They get to stare at my boner all they want. This just ain’t fair at all.”

Aunt Adele moves faster than I would have ever thought possible, for a woman of her age. Just as I finish my soliloquy, she’s standing over me with my ear in her hand. She gives it a twist and picks me right up off the floor by my ear. My ear has never hurt so much. I don’t even struggle. I just jump up as fast as I can and follow her, trying to keep my ear attached to my head instead of her ripping it off.

Auntie: “Cathy, be a dear and bring me Bertha.”

Cathy: “Yes. Auntie.”

Auntie drags me over to a small sofa and pulls me across it so that my waist is bent across it’s back. My face is down toward the floor and my feet are dangling in the air on the other side. My ass is right over the top of the sofa with my dick pressed right up against it’s wood frame.

Auntie: “Young man. Gentlemen don’t talk like that. They don’t use such vulgar language. I have been forgiving up until now, because you just got here and are having a difficult time adjusting. But this language and behavior is intolerable. Accusing these girls of acting so vulgarly during dinner is unacceptable. I didn’t want to have to do this on your first day, but you leave me no choice.”

How can she say that I’m wrong? The girls did play with my dick. She does make me go naked and the girls don’t have to. They all do stare at my boner. This is so obviously unfair, a blind man can see it. Then Cathy returns with Big Bertha and my eyes bug out. It’s huge. I’ve never seen such a strap in my life. I can only imagine what it’s original purpose was for. Maybe to bridle one of those huge draft horses or maybe control a raging bull. This thing is massive and looks dangerous.

Auntie: “Debbie. Will you hold Walter’s arms down for me, please?”

Debbie: “Yes Auntie.”

Auntie: “Becky. Will you hold Walter’s legs down for me, please?”

Becky: “Yes Auntie.”

So to add to my humiliation, the very girls that played with my dick are now holding me down, so I can get my ass whipped. And whipped it gets. Auntie swings that strap like a pro and when it lands on my bare ass it makes the most awful sound and an unimaginable pain shoots through my body. It’s unbearable. My entire body tries to jump off that sofa. Now I see why the girls are holding me down. I would have went airborne otherwise. Auntie lands yet another whack to my ass and I howl. No, I don’t just cry out. Oh! No! I howl. I howl like some injured animal. I’m a thirteen year old boy and we don’t cry. But right now, I’m bawling my eyes out. I howl! I cry. I scream out loudly with each and every whack of Bertha. This is unbearable. I feel like I’m going to die. It seems to me like it’s going on forever, but in reality, I’m told later that I got thirteen whacks, one for each year of my age. It sure feels like I got a lot more. Once my whipping is over, I’m made to stand in the middle of the room with my hands on the top of my head, so everyone can see my dark red ass. Of course they are also looking at my dick. Sorry guys. I’m in way too much pain to be getting a boner for your enjoyment.

Now, I’ve never seen an ass this dark a shade of red before. I’ve never even been spanked before let alone whipped with a strap. So my ass has never even been pink, let alone looking like a piece of old dark leather upholstery. It’s on fire like I’ve never known and I can’t even rub it to make it feel better. I’m still crying ten minutes after the whipping. What thirteen year old boy does that? We don’t let anyone see when they hurt us. We hide our pain like a man. For a woman who never had any children of her own, she sure knows how to reduce a teenager down to being a six year old.

I have to stand like this, until bedtime, with everyone staring at my burnt ass and my limp dick.

Auntie: “Walter. Do you think you can act and talk properly now?”

Me: “Yes ma’am.”

Auntie: “Then you may go upstairs to bed. I hope to see a sweeter attitude in the morning.”

Me: “You will Auntie. I promise.”

Yes. She broke me in the very first day. I might as well be Tommy or Sammy. I’m no longer a stubborn teenager. Oh no. Aunt Adele has reduced me to little boy status. I sleep on my belly. My ass just hurts too much to lie on my back.

Like I promised, I’m sweet around Auntie from that day forward. Now, I try and stay away from her and the girls as much as possible. So I hang out up in the Eagles Nest or out in the acreage around the house more and more each day. When Randy gets to the house, I watch him from the Eagles Nest as Tommy and Sammy take him through the same ritual as they did me. Randy, like me, resists being forced to go naked. When Auntie makes him raise his arms and I get a good look at his dick, I mean willy, I’m surprised by just how much bigger it has grown since the last time I saw him. It’s a good four inches soft and seven inches boned up. Yes, I get to see him boned up from the Eagles Nest window. I know the girls sure loved seeing that. It’s impressive for sure. I, along with Tommy and Sammy, do try and warn Randy about Big Bertha, but like me, he has to find out for himself. I watch as Ellen, his sister, holds his legs and Cathy holds his arms. I watch as Auntie delivers fifteen forceful whacks of the massive Bertha to Randy’s bare ass. I mean bottom. I watch and listen as he howls in pain and he bawls his eyes out. Auntie turns this fifteen year old athlete into a little baby on his very first spanking with Big Bertha. He also has to stand totally naked in the middle of the room with his hands on his head as we all stare at his nakedness. I can see the conflict raging inside him. The humiliation of standing naked in front of his cousins against the pain of his very purple buttocks. Randy, sleeps on his belly, his first night also.

One of the changes Randy makes once he gets over his sore ass, I mean bottom, is to take all the mattresses off the bed frames and put them all together side by side on the floor, creating one huge bed. We take the frames apart and store them away out of sight. This way we can all sleep together and more importantly, we can all play our naked games together. Randy and I teach Tommy and Sammy all about jerking off. They are both really good at jerking Randy and me off. We show them what a dry orgasm is and they want us to constantly play with their tiny dicks, I mean penises, and give them orgasms. All of us boys stay away from the growing number of girls in the house. We stay up in the Eagles Nest or outside far away from the house. We find a stream about a mile away from the house that has places deep enough to swim in. That’s where we spend most of our days. After supper and the whole routine of the girls playing with our dicks, I mean wieners, under the table, we all watch TV from on the floor while the girls get to sit up above us. This becomes our routine.

Just after summer begins, the fifth boy arrives. He’s eleven year old Tyler. To our surprise he’s black. I don’t mean brown. Oh no. Tyler is black. I’ve never seen a boy as black as he is. After he tells us about his parents then I understand why is is blacker than the black boys I know back home. Tyler’s dad, who is a Mitchell, married a black woman from Jamaica, which resulted in Tyler becoming part of this weird family. Being Jamaican enlightened all of us on why Tyler is so black. Maybe that’s why Aunt Adele showed us that documentary about Jamaica the night before Tyler arrived. At first being the one and only black naked boy, he’s the center of attention for all the girls which now add up to twelve. I mean what eleven year old boy do you know of that has a four inch pecker and he hasn’t even started puberty yet. But eventually the newness wears off and the girls are back to making all of us boy’s lives miserable. For some reason, at first, Tyler resists our peter playing games. It’s probably a cultural thing. But he eventually comes around and joins in during our playtime. It’s a little unnerving when an eleven year old who hasn’t started puberty yet and only has dry orgasms, has a bigger boner than I do. Now mine is fatter than Tyler’s boner. But his is definitely longer at five and a half inches.

Summer ends and we’re supposed to go back home, but schools aren’t reopening and Covid is still out there, so we all have to stay with Auntie Adele. Halloween just came and went. Thanksgiving is over. We’re still here and it looks like we might still be here over Christmas. The only good thing about being here at Christmas time is that it’s warm enough here in the winter to still swim in the stream. The water’s cold and our peckers shrink up something terrible, but it’s still bearable enough to swim in. Now what really surprises us all is that Tyler never feels the sting of Big Bertha the entire time he stays with us. He’s one of those goody-goody boys who always does what he’s told and always follows the rules. Weird huh? Now, as for me, I get the kiss of Big Bertha two more times and still counting, since I’m still living at Auntie Adele’s house, so it could happen again, if my tongue gets away from me, as it likes to do from time to time. Let me tell you, it doesn’t get any easier taking the whacks from Auntie. Besides the pain, which is excruciating, the humiliation of being held down by girls, as you get your bare ass whipped, is embarrassing as heck. The further humiliation of them not letting you live it down afterwards is terrible also. I witness both Tommy and his brother Sammy getting whacked with Big Bertha once. Randy on the other hand, seems worse than me at keeping his tongue under control. He gets whacked three more times, thus far. The girls love it when Randy gets whacked, because then he has to stand in the middle of the room showing off his red ass and big dick. He always ends up bone hard which the girls love. I think Aunt Adele likes seeing him boned up too, because she seems to have a smile on her face when he’s in that state. She might smile when I pop a boner too, but I don’t know for sure, because the embarrassment of it, is too much for me to look at anyone while I have a boner. I never get a boner after getting whacked though. The humiliation and pain is just too much, for my dick to get excited about. Lastly. Just so you know. I still think it’s totally unfair that us boys have to show our dicks to the girls and they get to keep their twats covered from us. Yes. I said it. I just hope Auntie doesn’t read this or my ass is going to be grass yet again.

Oh! We just heard. We’re all going back home after New Years. Evidently there’s a vaccine now and they’re going to reopen our schools. I can’t get away from this place fast enough. I just hope mom brings me some clothes to wear. Hopefully she doesn’t get any ideas about keeping me naked. I’ve had enough of this whole naked thing to last me the rest of my life. I’m even planning on wearing PJ’s to sleep in for the rest of my life and I don’t care who thinks it’s silly.

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