A Midsummer's Daydream, Part 3
By David
daphnesecretgarden@yahoo.com

copyright 2002 by David, all rights reserved

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explicit  depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If
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Chapter Thirteen   Fairies in Love 


I watched with anticipation as my new friend slowly closed his
eyes and licked his lips.  He was waiting, twitching
impatiently.

"C'mon, do it!" Linda encouraged.

I thought about it for another second or two, and then I did
it.  Yes, I really did it this time, in spite of the last
couple of hours of swearing up and down it would never happen
again.

It was with a great deal of guilt that I leaned forward and
planted one on Brandon Jackson, right there on his dark brown
mouth.  I couldn't believe it, but I did it, as sure as the
sun was gonna rise the next morning.  I had kissed another
boy!  And a black boy at that!

Odd, thing, that.  It really wasn't all that unpleasant by
itself.  Despite his color, Brandon's mouth didn't taste all
that different from Christopher's.  A hint of Dr. Pepper,
instead of strawberries, and a little bit of licorice, as I
recall.  Combine that with the smell of chocolate ice cream
still clinging to my bare skin and you have a very unusual
perfume for a very unusual situation.  Holding tightly onto
Brandon's hand, I let my lips linger for several seconds
before pulling away.  It was just in time, too.  

Talk about mad!  Brandon started fussing and crying like crazy
when he realized what I'd done.  If Linda and Teresa hadn't
grabbed him by the shoulders and held him in place I'm sure he
would have taken off for the hills.  After kicking my butt, of
course.

I watched with great sadness as my new kissing partner got
another whipping.  Teresa grabbed him by his fuzzy head, drug
him over to one of the old concrete benches and yanked him
over her knee and started wailing away on his bare butt.  I
tried not to look, but I couldn't help it.  There was a lot of
squealing and crying and jumping around.  I thought about the
paddling I'd received earlier that morning and I wondered if
that was what I looked like whenever I got my spankings.  I
came to the conclusion that I'd gotten the better end of the
deal.

"You gonna do what I say?  Or you gonna give me some more
trouble?"

Brandon sobbed between breaths.  "But, Teresa, this is sick! 
It ain't right!  I don't wanna kiss on some queer bait white
boy!  I'm a man!"

Teresa laughed and slapped his bare butt so hard it made ME
cry.  "Man?  You ain't no man, you twelve years old!  You just
a little kid, and you'll do what I tell you, or else!  I don't
care if somebody tells you to kiss his pale white ass, you're
gonna do like we say!  If you don't I'll cut me a switch and
make you really cry.  Remember what Momma said?  I'm in charge
and you gotta do what I tell you!  Now get back there and kiss
that white boy, or else!"

After a few more smacks and whacks the complaining stopped,
replaced by the familiar sound of muffled sobs.  I tried not
to watch any more, concentrating instead on controlling my
retarded dick and trying to keep it from doing something
stupid.

Ironically, the second kiss Brandon and I shared didn't
require me to a darned thing except stand there in my birthday
suit and look pretty.  As Sheila and Pam shoved us together,
face-to-face, Teresa asked her little brother if he was going
to do as he was told.

"I guess," he conceded.  His head hung low and he refused to
look anyone in the eye.   "It don't mean nothin'', though. 
Just 'cause you make me kiss some little sissy-fag don't mean
I gotta like it."

"Oh, what's the matter, li'l sister?  Afraid being a faggot
might be contagious?  I can't imagine why ... our li'l fairy
here doesn't even look like a boy.  He ... she ... looks more
like a girl to me.  Even more than you do."

That brought a lot of laughs, needless to say.  And rightfully
so.  I mean, only a few days before I was a typical t-shirt
and jeans all-American boy, running all over the place in my
Red Ball Jet sneakers, doing all sorts of boyish things and
never a sissyish thought in my head.  

And now ... well, let's see, standing there in my bare skin,
my hair all curled and decorated with flowers from my Nana's
garden, wearing little more than a few handprints on my bare
butt and fairy jewelry around my neck and wrists.  Yeah, if
I'd seen me I'd have thought I was a girl, too.  Except for my
stupid dick, sticking out like a tail wagging out the wrong
side of my body!  

That's what makes me a fag  instead of a girl, I thought
ruefully. Maybe I'd be better off without a penis.  Then
Becky'd be right.  All I'd need then is a dress and some
lipstick!

Anyway, whatever I thought of myself, Brandon was suddenly
looking at me differently, staring me in the face instead of
looking my naked body up and down.  

"See how pretty our little fairy is?" his sister said.  "Isn't
she just the sweetest thing?  Don't you want to kiss her at
least once on your own?  She looks just like a girl, right? 
And you love kissing girls, especially little white girls, so
why not?  You can't get much whiter than this little fairy!"

"Go on," Linda encouraged.  "We've already seen you guys do it
once, so why not go ahead and do it again?  You know we're not
going to stop bugging you until you do."

At that point chubby Becky jumped in with, "And don't worry
'bout David getting mad when you kiss him.  He doesn't mind
'cause he loves playing the girl and kissing boys!  Isn't that
right, David?  Don't you love kissing boys?"

Stunned, I just kinda shrugged my shoulders.  A sudden
PINCH!!! on my bare bottom brought me out of my shock.  It was
my cousin Sheila, of course.  

"Answer her, right now!  You really do like kissing boys,
right?  That's what you told us earlier today.  C'mon, don't
fib.  Tell us the truth, li'l fairy."

I nodded a sickly nod.  "I guess ...." I said hoarsely

To do anything else would have most likely gotten me a slap
across the face or another whipping.  Everyone, from Becky and
Samantha on up through my cousins, everyone gave me the kind
of smile that said "A-ha!  You admit it!!  Got you now!!!"

It took a little more coaxing by his sister, but Brandon
finally did as she said.  He didn't like it, but he did it
anyway.  I stood stock still as Brandon slowly gave in, leaned
forward, and touched his mouth on mine.  He held it there for
long minute or two, long enough to set the girls to
whispering.  I remember the taste of Dr. Pepper and licorice
clearly coming through this time.

"Mmmm, finally, a halfway decent kiss." Teresa -- or was it
Sheila? -- said with exaggerated pleasure.  It was hard to
tell with my eyes closed.  "That wasn't too bad for a couple
of little sissy boys.  Now, one more.  And this time, don't
stop until we tell ya."

Brandon and I looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders,
and nodded.  We both knew we didn't have much choice; it was
either do what we were told or suffer the consequences. 
Slowly, awkwardly, we bumped noses, then pressed our trembling
lips together.  Brandon tried to say something, but it came
out muffled as his mouth smashed against mine.  I felt
somebody's hand on the back of my head pushing me forward.  No
doubt somebody was doing the same with my new best friend. 
Rather than fight it, I gave in, opened myself up and returned
the forced kiss with as much enthusiasm as I could muster.

"Open up your mouth, Brandon," Sheila ordered.  "It's not real
kissing if you got your mouth closed!"

Teresa jumped in, adding, "Yeah, little sister!  We ain't
lettin'' you go 'til you do like we say!" 

Brandon did as he was told, and a wave of excitement shook my
entire body.  The memory of all those kissing games with
Christopher still fresh in my mind, I felt right into the
trap, slipped my tongue between my fellow prisoner's lips, and
pretty much sealed our fate for the rest of the day.

"Yay!  They're French kissing!  David and Brandon are actually
French kissing!  Woohoo!!!"

That was chubby Becky, of course.  I couldn't help but
recognize her voice.  You couldn't have pleased her more if
you'd given her front row seats at the circus!

The beautiful Samantha, however,  was predictably hostile to
what she saw.

"I can't believe it!  You two look like you actually enjoy
kissing each other!" she spat sarcastically.  "Yech!  David, I
can't believe you're kissing a boy like that!  I can't believe
you'd rather kiss a boy than a girl.  And using your tongue,
yet!  Geez, what a couple of sissy faggots!"

I broke away for an instant.  The look on Samantha's face was
a mixture between disgust and amusement.  I started to say
something, but words failed my twelve year old mind.  What
could I say to the girl I adored that wouldn't make me look
even more like an idiot?

Suddenly I felt a hard, sharp thump on the back of my head.  

"C'mon, honey, get back to it!  Your little fairy friend is
getting lonesome."

I didn't even bother looking to see who'd hit me.  Turning
instead to face Brandon, I was momentarily stunned by what I
saw.  Gone was the little spoiled brat who used to make me so
me mad.  Instead of the arrogant face of a bully, I saw the
downcast eyes and tear-stained cheeks of a frightened fairy
apprentice.  In essence a dark reflection of my own confused,
mortified self.  

"I don't see any kissing!" someone yelled.

Brandon glanced at his sister, then back at me.  That was the
first time I noticed he had green eyes.  The tears welling up
around them caused them to really shine so deeply.  All I
could do was stare.  I shrugged and he nodded.  There was
nothing else for us to do.  Taking a deep breath, I sighed,
leaned my face close enough to bump noses, and pressed my
mouth against his.  Within seconds our tongues were wrapped
around each other in a wet, warm dance.

The ensuing laughter and teasing only made my predicament all
that much more shameful.  Samantha was right.  Brandon and I
probably were a couple of "sissy faggots."  But, hey, we were
also just a couple of kids, trapped in a totally weird set of
circumstances way beyond our control.  

Brandon and I remained with our lips locked for more than a
few minutes, holding hands and exchanging slobber and hating
every second of it.  Well, mostly hating it, I guess. 
Whatever.  

Anyway, about the time I figured we'd get to a break, someone,
I suspect it was Becky, said something like, "Look, they both
got stiff tallywhackers!"  

That sparked a whole new wave of smart remarks and teasing.  I
kept my eyes shut tight in an attempt to ignore our
tormentors.  Fat chance. 

"You know what that means, don't you?" my cousin Pam teased. 
"That means they love each other.  Brandy and Davy are deep in
LOVE!"

Man, talk about setting off some fireworks!  She could have
gone all day without saying that.  The next thing I heard
everybody singing:

"Brandy loves Davy!  
Davy loves Brandy!  
They love each other!  
They're in lo-ove!"

"We are NOT!" I cried after pulling away from kissing Brandon. 
"Boys don't love each other!  Stop saying that!"

"Yeah!" Brandon yelled.  "We ain't no sissy fairies!  I don't
love no boys!"

Well, that created an uproar, let me tell you!  Every one of
those girls cracked up, pointed and laughed at us like we were
the funniest thing they'd ever seen.  Which we probably were.

"Not sissy fairies?" shouted Samantha.  "Brandon Jackson, you
are the biggest liar!  What do you call all that kissin' you
two have been doing?  You're tell me that isn't some sissies
and fairies do?"

"That's not fair!  You guys made us do all that!  That's not
our fault, so it doesn't count!"

"Yeah, it's your fault!" I echoed with newfound confidence. 
That turned out to be a big mistake.

Linda stepped up and got right up in my face.  I remember
looking up at her and seeing the scariest smile.  Suddenly I
felt really small and helpless.

"Oh, really?  It's OUR fault?  If it's our fault, then how do
you explain your little hardon?  You got that from kissing on
Brandon instead of Samantha or Becky, right?  You got it when
you were kissin' his mouth and lookin' at his peter.  So that
means you're in love with a boy, not a girl."

I wanted to say something, anything, to shut her up, but after
all that I couldn't think of anything.  Nothing that would
help, at least.

Next thing I knew Becky said something like, "I'm tired of all
this arguing.  Make them kiss some more."

"I know something better they can do."  Samantha grinned at me
and raised one eyebrow in a cocky know-it-all manner.  "Make
them say 'I love you' to each other."

"Pardon?" I felt a wave of fear sweep through my body.

The love of my life smiled and winked.  "You heard me, fairy
boy.  Just say, 'I love you' to Brandon.  It's just words. 
You're not afraid of words, are you?"

Once I realized what she was saying I thought I would have a
heart attack!    She wanted me to say what??!!!  To WHO???  I
was so shocked, I couldn't think of anything to say.  I just
sat there with my mouth hanging open and looking foolish.

"You want me to say ...?  I ... I can't ...."  I took a deep
breath.  "I can't say that!" 

Samantha flashed one of her winning smiles.  "Sure you can. 
And why not?  You've been kissing on Brandon forever.  Saying
three little words ain't nothin' compared to that!"

Pam nodded and grinned.  "Come on, li'l cousin.  Say it."

I looked down at my bare feet.  "But I don't wanna," I
whispered.

I felt something sharp poke me in the side.  I looked up to
see my cousin Sheila standing next to me, a fierce expression
emanating from her face.

"You heard her, fag boy.  Do what Samantha said.  Right now!" 
She waved a particularly ugly switch at me and feigned a hit
against my bare legs.  "Do it, or else!"

I don't know why I made such a big deal about it.  I mean,
like Samantha said, Brandon and I had been making kissy-face
right there in front of everybody, though be it with some
reluctance.  Still, there was something, I don't know, weird
... scary, even, about the idea of telling another boy you
loved him.  Especially in front of all those girls like that.  

"I, uh ... I ... love ...." Man, did I hate saying that!  I
looked over at Sheila.  "Do I really have to say it?"

My cousin shot me a hard look and gave me an even harder rap
on top of my head with her knuckles.  "Why are you even
asking?  Do it!  Do it now!"  

I looked at Brandon.  He looked like he was about to throw up. 
I didn't feel so good myself.  The tears in my eyes were as
much from shame as from pain.

"I ... love ... you," I whispered softly, my eyes downcast, my
embarrassment supreme.

"Not good enough," Samantha said loudly.  "Say his name when
you do it.  And look in his eyes, too!  Say it like you mean
it, silly fairy!"

"And don't forget to kiss him afterwards," Becky added
enthusiastically.  "You gotta kiss him if you say you love
him!"

It was about the third or fourth time that I got it right. 
I'd say "I love you, Brandon" and then I'd give him a long,
deliberate kiss on the mouth and the girls would go crazy! 
For whatever reason they thought that was the funniest thing
in the whole wide world.  I guess I'd have thought the same
thing ... as long as it wasn't me!

Teresa, not surprisingly, pushed her little brother into
playing this stupid game along with me.  After I did my part,
he'd say "I love you, too, David" and plant a big wet kiss on
my lips, which probably wasn't as bad as it sounds.  

Pretty soon we had some rhythm to it.  As I explained before,
I'd say "I love you, Brandon," and then I'd kiss him slowly
and deliberately on the mouth.  My unfortunate friend would
then go, "I love you, too, David," and then he'd kiss me. 
There wasn't much to it, really, but it was one of the worse
things I ever had to do in my life.

Pretty soon we were passing I-love-yous and kisses back and
forth like we were in some weird competition.  I'd say we were
doing maybe doing between five and ten a  minute, depending on
how long we had to kiss.  The older girls liked making us kiss
for a long time, while the younger girls wanted as many I-
love-yous as possible.  Don't ask me why, that's just how it
happened.

"This is great!" Becky said with a maniacal giggle.  "Boys
saying they love each other, that is so-o-o-o funny!"

"It's stupid, that's what it is," Samantha laughed.  "It's
just plain STEW-PID!!!"

I remember looking up at her and wondering why was she being
so mean.  

WHAPP!!! 

My ear burned where Sheila had flicked it with her fingertip.

"Wake up, fairy boy," she chided.  "Tell your little boyfriend
you love him.  He's getting awful lonesome."

My pride beaten to nothingness, I nodded and did as I was
told.  "I love you, Brandon," I said with as much enthusiasm
as I could muster.  As I kissed him the girls took their 
teasing to a higher level, resorting to a golden classic:

"David and Brandon,
sittin' in a tree!
K-I-S-S-I-N-G!!!
First comes love!
Then comes marriage!
Then comes David 
with a baby carriage!"


        Chapter Fourteen    A Taste of the Fairy Life


"From now on," Sheila announced, "for the rest of the day,
every time you little fairies kiss each other, you say 'I love
you.'  Understand me?  Say 'I love you' and then kiss ... or
else!"

This went on for a long, long, painful while.  Imagine it, a
pair of twelve year old boys, naked as the day they were born,
saying "I love you"  and French kissing each other in front of
all those girls.  It was either heaven or hell, depending on
your point of view.

At some point the girls decided to elevate our little game to
a new level.

 ''Let's see what happens when their wieners touch each
other," somebody said.

At first it didn't occur to me what had been said.  Heck, it
never would have occurred to me to even do such a thing!  I
was so wrapped up in kissing Brandon, my eyes closed and my
mind elsewhere, I didn't quite get it.  Maybe I did, but I
just didn't want to hear it.  Either way, I just stood there,
squeezing Brandon's hand and French kissing him as hard as I
could.

What happened next was surreal, to say the least.  Without
breaking our kiss, the girls 'helped' Brandon and I put our
arms around each other in a loose embrace.  Not exactly
something boys do naturally with each other, right?  

Then, to my surprise, a strong, feminine hand was placed on my
bottom and I felt my body pushed closer and closer to
Brandon's until I felt something poke me in the belly. 
Something hard ... and warm.  Yeah, I knew what it was.  Becky
wasn't kidding; Brandon did have an erection, a pretty big one
from the feel of it.  Likewise, I felt my own erection poking
something warm and soft.  It was Brandon's belly, of course. 
I was horrified to feel that ominous shiver at the tip of my
dick, and suddenly everything felt really slippery.

After some awkward shifting about, we managed to snuggle up
and hug each other, breast to breast, belly to belly, hip to
hip.  It was kinda bad, but at the same time kinda good; I
mean, in my mind two boys rubbing their dicks together wasn't
exactly normal, but at least when we pressed together like
that the girls couldn't see much more than our bare butts. 
That, plus it felt really, really good.  I mean, to have my
tingly penis trapped between our bellies like that was one of
the best feelings in the world to me; the harder I pressed my
body against Brandon's, the better it felt, I'm ashamed to
say.  It felt good with my friend Chris and it felt good now. 
The funny thing was, my kissing partner wasn't too crazy about
it, and he kept pulling away, which almost caused us to fall
down!

"You better NOT stop," warned Teresa.  "You stop kissing, I
start making pain."

Something happened, she either pinched or smacked or poked
him, something like that.  Brandon made a little whimpering
noise, and then hugged me like his life depended on it.  I
almost got smothered under the force of his kiss.

"That's better," his sister said with a laugh.

To make a long story short, we kept up our kissing and hugging
and squirming around so long I couldn't stand it!  All that
tension, the powerful sensations and the mere fact that we
were doing something forbidden in full view a bunch of
schoolgirls came to a head and I lost it.  Shivering from head
to toe, I felt the electric charge of an orgasm as a jet of
slimy jism erupted from my twelve year old penis.  Warm and
wet, well, I know it sounds gross, but it sorta felt like I'd
peed all over our bellies!  I was torn between relief and
horror!

"Ew," Brandon complained.  "Something's wet!"

"Is our little fairies having a good time?" someone whispered
in my ear.   "Did somebody make a little mess?"

Funny thing.  After all the jacking off I'd done earlier, I
was shocked at how much sticky stuff still came out of me!  I
remember hugging onto Brandon so tight he made a loud "grunt!"

When we finally pulled away everybody made a big deal about
the mess we'd made.  I got all the blame, of course, mostly
'cause my penis had shrunk down to the size of my thumb. 
Brandon's blackish-brown wiener, on the other hand, was still
raging hard, pointed up in the air like a levitating Tootsie
Roll.

Both of us were so weak with shame, we automatically made our
way to the old concrete picnic table and sat down on the
bench.  I clearly remember the two of us sitting on opposite
ends of the bench, as far away from each other as we could
get, trying to catch our breath.  The reality of all that was
setting in, and I was trying to gather up what little dignity
I had left and figure out what to do with it.

The girls, of course, wouldn't let go of it.  A lot of ugly,
teasing things were said, most of them having to do how
obvious it was that Brandon and I were in love with each
other.

"I can't believe they actually kissed each other!" Becky kept
saying.  "That was so neat!"

"Looks like David has a thing for my little brother," Teresa
observed.  She shot me a devious smile.  "Makes me glad we
came over for a visit."

I guess I  shouldn't have been surprised when the discussion
turned to what should be done about Brandon's erection.  At
first I thought I was going to escape that one, since Teresa
was bent on making her brother jack off in front of everybody.

"He's always doing it in our bathroom back home, so he oughta
be pretty good at it by now.  He's got his little 'girlfriend'
to get him hot."

My cousin Sheila had other plans.  "Mmmm, no, I don't think
so.  I think Brandon's little 'girlfriend' ought to give him a
little 'hands on' help," she said thoughtfully.  My cousin
gave me an affectionate pat on the shoulder and then a light
shove.   "Here, sweetie, why don't you see if you can help
Teresa's little brother with his problem."  

I looked from Sheila to Teresa.  The black teenager grinned at
me.

"You're gonna make HIM jerk off my little brother?  Oh, man,
that's cool!  I can't wait to see that!"

"Not 'make' ...  'LET' is more like it.  David loves jerking
off other boys.  Don't you, li'l cousin?"

"I do NOT!!!" I yelled defiantly.

Pam turned to the younger girls as though she was lecturing
them.  "Don't pay any attention to him.  David's done this
plenty of before with other boys, so he knows just how it
should be done right.  He's an expert on jerking off, in
fact!"

As far as I was concerned she could have gone all day without
saying that!  

"It was just one guy," I said weakly.  

"One guy, a dozen, what does it matter?  A fag's a fag."  I
glanced up. Samantha was standing over me, a sickening grin on
her face.  I couldn't believe she'd been the one to say that. 

"I don't even know why I thought you liked girls," she said
with disgust.  "You fag!  It's so obvious you're crazy about
boys instead!  Why don't you just go steady with one while
you're at it?" 

"I am not a fag," I whispered softly.  "I promise, I'm not."

I felt like I was in a dream as I was directed to stand up and
walk over and face a naked Brandon, who remained seated on the
white concrete bench.  

"No, Sheila, please, I don't wanna ...."

Sheila's strong hands pressed down on my shoulders, forcing me
to get down on my knees.  I was then pushed forward until I
was kneeling between Brandon's spread legs, eye level with his
pudgy chest and belly.  I blushed to see a familiar glob of
translucent slime smeared into his smooth black skin, left
there when I had my little orgasm a few minutes before..

Even worse, right there in front of me was that stiff
chocolate penis, sticking straight up at me, practically
staring me in the eye.  This was the first time I'd ever seen
such a thing up close like that, and I remember thinking how
funny it looked, so smooth and perfect and without a trace of
hair, like a piece of polished wooden sculpture.  It was a
pretty scary sight, I must say, especially for a  boy who
hadn't even been to the seventh grade yet.

There was a lot of giggling and whispering behind me as I
tried to figure out what I was supposed to do next.  I had a
faint idea, but I wasn't moving a muscle without more specific
instructions.

"Come on, cousin, give your little sweetie a hand."  

Sheila pushed my head toward Brandon's belly, causing me to
bump the tip of his wiener with my chin.   I could smell the
spunk clinging to his bare skin.  No Dr. Pepper or licorice
down there.

"You're obviously the best qualified person here to do this,
right?  So quit acting shy and get to it."

So there I was, twelve years old and stark naked, kneeling
between the legs of a bully I detested, his black penis
bobbing around just inches from my face like a one-eyed
creature.  I felt so foolish, so vulnerable.  The fact that I
had my bare butt exposed and my hair up like a sissy didn't
help matters at all.

I remember looking up and seeing the girls watching me. 
Everyone was delighted to see me in such a humiliating
predicament. Samantha's eyes were alight with the kind of fire
that made my face and neck burn with shame.  And poor Becky,
she was so excited, so happy, she was literally bouncing up
and down like a pogo stick.  Linda and Teresa, all I remember
of them at that moment was the leering look they cast down on
me.  My cousins, of course, stood on either side of me,
holding me down so I couldn't get up and run away.  There was
no turning back.  

After a few seconds to gather my composure, I shifted my
weight around, rested my elbows on Brandon's upper thighs, and
made myself comfortable.  Reaching out with both hands, I
paused just long enough to wipe the tears from my eyes.  Yeah,
I knew how stupid I looked.  Even worse, for some reason I
thought of my father and I wondered what he'd say if he could
see me right at that particular moment. 

It didn't take long before some pretty crazy stuff started
happening.  I'd barely laid a finger on Brandon's erection
when the tip started leaking some sort of clear sticky stuff. 
Kinda like what made mine all slippery when I'd poked
Brandon's belly earlier.  I knew what that meant, so I
proceeded slowly.  Going with what I knew best, I held my
hands out like I was saying my bedtime prayers, which worked
out pretty good since I was already on my knees.   I then took
his penis in between my palms and began gently rolling it,
left and right and back again, over and over and over.  I knew
how sensitive you can be down there, so I made sure I didn't
go too fast, putting just enough pressure on it to keep a
decent hold.  

"Mmmmph!" Brandon said.  "No, don't.  Stop it!  I don't
wanna!"

He tried to get up, but with his sister on one side and Linda
on the other and both of them physically holding him down
there wasn't much he could do.  

"I'm telling Mama!!!" he cried pitifully.

Of all things to say at a time like that!  I remember thinking
that was kind weird.  I thought for a minute what my mom would
say if she saw me jacking off some Negro boy, much less
kissing him.  Other than me getting another whipping, I
couldn't begin to imagine what might happen.

(I know, I know, I said "Negro," but back then that word was
used by blacks and whites alike.  That's just the way it was.)

Of course, I had more important things on my mind at the time. 
After only a couple of spins with my hands, Brandon's penis
really got sloppy sticky.  I wasn't too crazy about that. 
Then he made this funny moaning noise and I felt his legs
tighten up around my body.  I gasped myself as he squeezed me
pretty good.  I glanced up to see him looking down at me with
sleepy eyes and a queer smile.  I think I smiled back. 
Anyway, he suddenly jumped, just a little, gasped  ... and
that's when I got sprayed right in the face!  

Man, what a mess!  Brandon didn't just shoot off once; he hit
me with at least three good spurts, maybe more before he was
done.  I had little globs of spunk all over me, from my hair
on down to my neck, splotches of it, hot and slimy and sticky,
all at the same time.  Sputtering and humiliated, I just sat
there like a dummy, wiping tears and semen from my eyes and
mouth, wondering how things could be any worse.

"Good grief, sweetie, can't you do anything without making a
mess?"  My cousin Pam had a look on her face that said she
owned me, lock, stock and barrel.  "First you spill Becky's
ice cream, and now this!!!  Goodness!  You're going to have to
do better if you want boys to like you."

"Can I please have a tissue?" I begged my cousins.  "Or at
least a napkin?  Something?  Please?"

Brandon came out of that fiasco looking pretty good.  I'm the
one that got hit in the face, I'm the one who was blinded, and
yet I'm the one who had to clean everything up.  That, and
Brandon wasn't even teased about getting jacked off by another
boy!  Man, talk about life not being fair!    Everyone kept
referring me to either "li'l fairy" or "girlie-girl," which
just made me more miserable.  I probably would have cried some
more if I hadn't been so confused.

We weren't done, unfortunately.   Just as I was about to get
up, there was some more whispering and conspiring.  Laughing
lightly, Sheila put her hands on my shoulders to keep me from
getting up.  

"Oh, no, not yet, little fairy.  Before you get up, you need
to give Brandon a little kiss.  Right there!"  

To my horror I felt my cousin give my head a sharp shove,
dipping my nose down and bumping it on the tip of Brandon's
penis.  Still recovering from its earlier exertions, it was
shrunken to less than half its erect size.  I could feel a
wet, sticky spot on my nose and lips from where I'd bumped the
tip.  A wave of giggles caused me to blush hotly.  

"Go ahead, give it a little kiss," my cousin repeated, more
forcefully this time.

"No, Sheila!  I'm not doing that!" I complained tearfully.  "I
... can't do it!  It's nasty!"

Sheila pat me on the head and laughed.

"Oh, sure you can.  It's no big deal.  Besides, that's what
you said about kissing boys on the mouth, remember?  'Oh, I
can't do that, it's nasty!  I'm not doing it!'  Then you spend
the whole day playing kissy face with your little boyfriend. 
Just like a few minutes ago when you practically had your
tongue down Brandon's throat.  So don't you tell me what you
will and won't do, little fairy.  Oh, you'll do this, all
right.  You're going to do it and we're all going to watch and
you're going to like it!"

My mouth felt dry and I kinda felt sick to my stomach. 
Everybody was laughing.  Even the younger girls.  I felt just
awful.  I should have been fishing or playing baseball, not
staring at another boy's penis. 

"This ain't funny," I said weakly.

Pam pat me on the head like I was her pet poodle or something. 


"Well, I disagree.  I think it's hilarious!  Can you imagine
what Nana would say if she saw you like this?  She'd probably
ground you for the rest of the summer!"  

If she didn't have me locked in the attic for the rest of my
life, I thought in a panic.

Well, anyway, I did it, of course.  Just like every other
silly, degrading, and ugly thing I'd been doing for the past
few days, I did as I was told.  I did it, quick and dirty,
amid an outpouring of "oohs" and "aahs" and leering looks 
Even as I placed my lips on the head of that strange little
critter before me and kissed it, I knew I was crossing a line
that would be impossible to ignore.

Again, it wasn't so bad.  Or it wouldn't have been if there
hadn't been a group of six girls hanging over my shoulder,
watching and commenting on my every move!  It was warm and
soft and kind of silky feeling against my lips.  Not too bad,
I guessed.  I looked up at Brandon.  He just stared at me,
amazed or afraid, I couldn't quite tell.

"Don't forget to say 'I love you, Brandon.'"  This from my
cousin Sheila, of course.  "Kiss it again and say 'I love
you.'"

Broken down and without any pride, I did as I was told,
sparking an explosion of giggles and whispers.  

"I love you, Brandon."  I couldn't help licking my lips, out
of habit, I guess.  

"Jesus, David, you ARE a faggot, aren't you?" Samantha said
with complete and total disgust.  "Kissing boy's privates and
saying you love him.  How can you do that?"

Afterward I thought I'd be allowed to get up, but I really
wasn't surprised when several pairs of hands held me in place. 
There was some more discussion between the older girls, with a
lot of whispered input from Teresa and Linda.  Whatever they
were talking about, they acted like it was top secret.  

Finally, I heard somebody say something like, "Why not?  We've
gone this far.  What's the worst thing that can happen?  If
they tell on us it's our word against theirs.  I dare them!"

Another voice agreed.  "They ain't sayin' nothin'.  Who's
gonna believe them?  Who they gonna tell?"

"Yeah, let's do it!" several female voices sang in unison. 
"Yay!!!"

Next thing I knew, everybody burst out in a fit of laughter
and giggles.  I guess I should have expected it when my cousin
Sheila approached me with an evil grin.  

"Sorry, sweetie, but that wasn't good enough.  You need to
kiss Brandon between the legs again.  Only this time you need
to do it with your mouth open.  Like when you kissed him on
the lips."

I felt kinda queasy.  "With my mouth open?" 

"That's what I said, with your mouth wide open."  My cousin
smiled and rolled her eyes.  "Oh, don't look so upset.  It's
no big deal.  Really.  At least not for a little fairy like
you."

"But, I ... I don't ... wanna." I suddenly choked on a
terrified sob.

"Don't cry, sweetie.  You'll get your turn."

"But I don't want a turn.  I just want to go to my room."

While all this was transpiring I could hear other voices
chitchatting behind me.  It didn't sound too awful good.

"Is he really going to suck it?" Samantha asked, her voice
excited and curious.  "You mean, like put it in his mouth and
everything?"

"You betcha," replied my cousin Pam.  "And you guys get to
watch!"

Becky clapped her hands and giggled.  "This is going to be
fun.  And funny!   I never even knew boys did stuff like
this!"

"Most boys don't," Samantha explained.  "Only li'l fairies and
faggots."

Teresa was so excited she hugged Linda and pat her
affectionately on the shoulder.  "I'm so glad we came over
here today!  I never thought watching two boys playing around
would be so much fun!  I can't wait for my li'l Brandy to take
his turn."

"My name's not 'Brandy,' doggone it!" my new friend fumed. 
"And I ain't sucking on nobody's ding-dong!"

"We'll see about that, li'l faggot!"

The next few minutes fell into slow motion, every traumatic
second burned into my twelve year old mind for eternity. 
Gripping Brandon's legs with my hands, I slowly leaned forward
and touched the tip of his penis with the tip of my nose.   I
paused for a second and stared.  

"Please, no ...." I said softy.  For some reason my stomach
was upset and I felt like gagging.  "I don't think I can do
this."

I hesitated too long, as denoted by a sudden FLICK!!! on my
ear by a very harsh fingertip. 

"Oh, come on, David.  Just open up and put it in your mouth.  
We're not letting you up until you do.  All ya gotta do it
suck on it like you would a popsicle.  Easy as pie." 

Not knowing what else to do, I slowly parted my lips and moved
my head forward.  Somehow I managed to direct my mouth toward
Brandon's penis.  The next thing I knew, it was inside, just
far enough to get the tip wet.  Brandon squirmed a little as I
accidentally licked it.  Realizing what I'd done, I pulled
away and closed my eyes.

That wasn't good enough, despite all the cheering.  Amid the
whispering and giggling around us, my cousin Sheila told me to
try again.  I remember licking my lips, opening my mouth wide
... and lowering my head over Brandon's limp organ until I
completely engulfed it.  Once I did that, it wasn't so bad.  I
didn't gag or choke or even feel sick.  There was a pungent
odor and a slightly salty, bitter taste, but aside from
feeling like a complete dumb ass, I couldn't figure out what
the big deal was.  

Like a dummy, I just kinda stayed like that, kneeling between
Brandon's legs with his dick in my mouth.  I could hear more
stupid whispering and giggling behind me.  Apparently we posed
a pretty entertaining image.  

"This is great!  I never thought I'd ever get to see something
like this!"

"Don't just sit there, stupid!" my cousin Pam chastised. 
"Make him squirm again!  Geez, don't you know anything?  Lick
it, suck on it like you'd do a popsicle.  Do something! 
Anything!"

"Stupid fairies," one of the older girls said.  "Can't do
anything right!"

Linda jumped in with, "After what we saw the other day you'd
think he'd already know how to do this.  Come on, suck, fairy
boy, suck!  Don't blow. That's just an expression!"

Still not sure what to do, I pulled my head back, stretching
Brandon's soft dick with my mouth, and sucking on it slightly
to keep it from completely falling out.  I then moved my head
forward and slowly slurped it back in.  That wasn't too hard,
considering how small it got after spurting all over me
earlier.  The reaction to my little trick, however, was
immediate, not just from Brandon, but from his penis!

"Oh, gosh!" the black twelve year old boy sighed.  He grabbed
the back of my head and forced me to continue.  "Oooooh, gosh
...."

"Looks like somebody is enjoying himself."  This from Teresa,
no doubt.

From my humble position between his knees, I could feel
Brandon tense up all over.  Not only that, but his penis
started getting bigger, swelling until it was huge, filling my
mouth and pressing against the back of my throat.  Trapped as
I was, I didn't know what else to do except to continue on
with my improvised blow job, pulling and slurping, pulling and
slurping, over and over again.

"Wow, he finally figured it out!" Linda cheered.  "What a good
little fairy!"

Pam laughed.  "I knew he could do it.  I knew it!  He really
is a very good little fairy, isn't he?"

"Guess we'll have to get him some 'boy flavored' popsicles,"
quipped Samantha.

That got a big laugh from everybody.

Once I got into the routine it didn't take long before Brandon
let go on me, shooting off in my mouth and just about drowning
me with semen.  Hey, it's not funny!  I about choked on that
nasty stuff!  The only reason I didn't was somehow I managed
to swallow most of his spunk between breaths.  What little I
didn't went up into my sinuses.  

"Eww!"  Samantha squealed.  "David's drooling white stuff! 
It's even coming out his nose!  Yuck!"

Coughing and choking, I spit some semen on the grass next to
me.  Bad move.  I squealed in pain as somebody pinched my butt
really hard!  I could hear my cousin Sheila fussing in the
background.  

"Don't you dare spit!  You swallow, do you hear me?  Swallow
it all up! That's rule!  Don't spit, swallow!"

"Yeah, try not to make a mess, sweetie," Pam sang lightly. 
"That way you won't have as much cleaning up to do."

As I put Brandon's penis back in my mouth and tried to drink
his sperm, I couldn't help thinking about Christopher.  I
wondered if he would have enjoyed what I was doing and I
wondered if he would have done the same to me.  I also
wondered if I looked like a complete dummy.

I felt disgraced as I was finally pulled up from between
Brandon's legs.  With tear stains on my cheeks and semen on my
chin and down my neck, I know I looked a horrid mess.  After
some more crying and begging, somebody finally handed me a
napkin, thank goodness, so I was able to clean myself up a
bit.  

A lot of good that did me.  The looks I got from the girls
were so awful no napkin could erase the stain of my shame. 
Oh, sure, Becky and Linda were grinning like a couple of kids
at the circus, but that didn't make me feel any better than
the grimace of disgust I got from Samantha.  Teresa's
expression was more enigmatic, as though she knew something I
didn't.  And Sheila and Pam?  Well, they just acted as though
everything worked out the way they expected.  


         Chapter Fifteen   Those Cruel, Cruel Girls!


I was sent to the kitchen to clean up, after which I was
supposed to make some more lemonade all by myself.  There
wasn't all that much to do, just mix the powder and water, put
in some ice and get enough glasses for everybody.  Still, it
hurt my feelings that I ended up with all the work while
Brandon got to sit on his butt, so I took my time cleaning
myself up and even longer fixing the lemonade.    

While I was inside it occurred to me that I was all alone. 
Alone and nearer to a pair of pants than I'd been all day
long.  It took a minute to sink in.  A long, painful minute. 
If I got caught, I figured there'd be hell to pay.  I'd
probably even get another whipping.  Maybe even worse.  

I thought about all that for about a minute ... and then I was
up those stairs like a flash!

"I don't care what they do to me," I fretted silently.  "I'm
sick of all this and I quit!"

I needn't have bothered.  When I got to my room I saw a piece
of paper taped to the door.  On it was a hand drawn cartoon
showing a little fairy standing shy and naked, a tearful look
on her (or was it his?) face.  One of Pam's sadistic little
drawings, obviously.  I shivered to see she'd drawn his tiny
hands holding his sore bottom.  The caption read "DANGER!!! 
Open  door at own risk!"

My mouth went dry as I reached for the doorknob.  It was
locked, of course.  

Dammit!  Those stupid girls think of everything!  I whimpered
like a little baby as I stomped back downstairs.

It didn't occur to me until years later that maybe those girls
weren't so stupid after all.  I mean, they were certainly
cruel, but they weren't the ones running around like an idiot
with his bare butt hanging out.

Oddly, when I got back outside I discovered I was hardly
missed.  Carefully carrying a tray with the pitcher of
lemonade and plenty of glasses for everybody, I minced before
the girls in my birthday suit and nobody said a single word. 
And no wonder!  They were too busy.  

It seemed that while I'd been in the house Brandon had indeed
been sitting around on his butt.  But he didn't enjoy it,
that's for sure.  Poor Brandon, the girls had ganged up on him
and worked their makeover magic on him.  Gone was the bushy
head of hair and the look of defiance; they were replaced by -
- of all things! -- a several sets of braided pigtails,
girlish bangs ... and an expression of pure, unbridled panic!

"What the heck happened to you?" I said loudly.  "You look
awful!"

Despite my contempt for him, I could feel Brandon's pain,
believe me.  Besides his hair getting done up in girly braids,
the poor kid wore more flowers on his naked body than I did.  
There was a delicate ring of tiny white flowers encircling his
braided head, kinda like a halo, a necklace of little yellow
and purple blossoms, and a pair of matching flower bracelets. 
There was also a belt of yellow dandelion blossoms round his
narrow waist.  I thought about how Christopher and I had to
dress up like that the other day and a cold shiver swept over
me.

Pam was the first one to notice I got back.  "Oh, look,
everybody, David's here.  Come on, Brandy, show off your new
outfit to your little boyfriend!"

The black child did as he was told, reluctantly standing up
and turning around.  I was surprised to see how the belt of
yellow blossoms accentuated his round bottom.  With his dark
brown complexion, pigtails and kittenish figure he could have
passed for a real girl.  As long as he hid his penis between
his legs, of course.

"You shut up!" Brandon sobbed when he saw me staring at him. 
"Don't even say another word.  And stop looking at me like
that!"

"Hey, at least I'm not the only one who looks like a sissy!" I
forced a loud laugh and pointed at him like a big fool.  "At
least I don't have little piggy pigtails in my hair!"

Brandon shot me a look that could have killed.  "Well, I don't
look like some curly top little sissy, either, Shirley
Temple!"

"You shut up!"

"You shut up!"

"Piggy pigtails!"

"Sissy!"

"Fairy!"

"Fag!"

"Cocksucker!"

Ooooh, now THAT really hurt!  I'd figured somebody would play
that card sometime, but I never counted on Brandon.  And not
so soon!

"Both of you shut up!" ordered Sheila.  "There's nothing more
ridiculous than a couple of fairies trying to start a fight."

"Yeah," Pam said sarcastically. "Fairies are sissies and
lovers, not fighters."

Sheila nodded.  "That's right.  You're sissy lovers, not
fighters.  In fact, I want you to kiss and make up.  Right
now, kiss and make up, unless you both want a taste of my hand
across your little fairy faces!"

Desperate to avoid any more kissing, I played a risky but
necessary card.

"Can I go to the bathroom first?"  I begged.  "I really got to
go bad."

My cousin looked at me funny.  "The bathroom?  Out here?"

"No, inside.  Please?  I have to pee.  Please?  I really gotta
go!"

"You were just inside a minute ago.  Why didn't you go then?" 
Sheila gave me a suspicious look.  She then turned to Brandon. 
"What about you, fairy boy number two?  Do you have to go pee,
too?"

Brandon nodded enthusiastically.  "Oh, yeah, I gotta go bad,
too."

My cousin nodded.  "Fine.  Then you both can go.  But out here
where we can see you."  I closed my eyes as a loud "Yay!"
sounded off around me.  Sheila nodded over toward my
grandmother's flower bed, the one with the prize-winning
roses.  "How about watering Nana's flowers for her.  I bet the
fairy pee will do them wonders."

Well, of course, all this nonsense started another wave of
hilarity among the girls.  Everybody wanted to see us pee,
especially Becky.  That girl ... as embarrassing as this
already was, she  managed to find another way to humiliate us
even more.

"I wanna hold David's peter when he does  it," she insisted. 
"Please, can I?  Pretty please?"

"Oh, no," I said.  "No way.  No way in heck is a girl going to
hold my dick when I pee!  No way, no how."

Needless to say, I didn't know when to keep my mouth shut.

My cousins, of course, said it was a great idea for Becky to
help me pee.  They asked Samantha if she wanted to help, but
my red-headed crush wasn't the least bit interested.

"That's nasty!" she said with disgusted look on her face.  "I
don't want to touch some faggot's wiener!"

Teresa, on the other hand, was more than happy to help her
little brother.   Brandon started to put up a fuss, but a
quick SLAPP!!! across the face gave him second thoughts.  It
gave me second thoughts, too.  

"Don't be rude," my cousin Pam said.  "Girls don't get to do
this very often.  You guys need to learn to share."

Well, anyway, we did it.  It was awkward as heck, not to
mention shameful, but we did it anyway.  Becky took hold of my
penis -- not too delicately, I might add  -- and Teresa took
hold of her little brother's, and somehow Brandon and I
managed to pee.  It was actually a pretty silly sight, and if
I hadn't been mortified beyond belief, I would have probably
laughed, too.

"Look at me, Linda," Becky shouted cheerily when I finally got
started.  "I'm peeing  like a boy!"

"Peeing like a fairy boy," Linda corrected.  "Don't get any on
you!"

"See if you can write your name in the dirt," Samantha
suggested.  I remember glancing over at her.  Despite her
disdain, she was watching me very carefully.  I couldn't have
felt more stupid.

It turned out that Brandon and I both had to pee quite a bit. 
I guess all that lemonade hit us pretty hard.  Becky and
Teresa had a ball aiming for us, trying to see  who was the
most accurate (Becky) and who could pee the farthest (Brandon
and Teresa beat us two out of three tries).   I was able to
pee the longest, mostly because Becky figured out if she
squeezed the tip the flow would stop and we could outwait the
other team, so to speak.  Of course, that hurt like heck, and
I felt like crying, but the more I complained the more she did
it.  I finally just learned to stifle my tears and keep my
mouth shut.  For the time being, at least.   

The girls' favorite game was to "cross the streams" which
seemed to fascinate everybody except me and Brandon.  I guess
it was because girls have to sit down when they pee, and us
guys take that kinda thing for granted.   Whatever.  All I
know is that Beck and Teresa giggled like maniacs as they
flipped our privates back and forth, spattering each other's
streams and spraying golden "fairy pee" all over my
grandmother's red roses.

Once we finally ran dry it took a few minutes for Becky and
Teresa to let us go.   They tugged and pulled on our dicks and
made funny little voices like they were putting on a puppet
show.   The worst part came when they turned us to face each
other and rubbed the tips together and made dumb kissing
sounds.  My poor penis was already sore enough as it was, but
Becky didn't care; she rubbed and poked it against the tip of
Brandon's penis like she was rubbing her Barbie's mouth
against Ken's.  Sheila and Pam thought that was just great.

"That reminds me," Sheila said when we were done.  "Weren't
you two supposed to do some more kissing for us?  You didn't
think I'd forget, did you?"

Actually, I'd forgotten all about that, but I was too tired to
argue.  All I knew was that I wanted to be left alone.  Other
than that, I was just there to be tortured and humiliated.


                Chapter Sixteen   Fairy School


Following my cousin's orders, I joined with Brandon to resume
our little kissing game.  I noticed my boyish partner didn't
put up much argument, either.  With my aching lips planted on
his mouth, I had plenty of time to think about how stupid we
probably looked.  

"Don't forget to tell each other 'I love you'," Samantha
reminded us.  I shot her a dirty look, but the grin on her
face rendered any protest on my part impotent.

"I love you," I muttered reluctantly.

Brandon licked his lips and took a deep breath.  "I love you,
too," he whispered.

"Louder," Samantha warned.  "It doesn't count if we can't hear
you!"

"Looks like we got us two flavors of fairy now!" Teresa
rejoiced as her little brother pressed his lips against mine
for the umpteenth time that day.  "Dark chocolate and creamy
vanilla!"

I felt myself blush as a ripple of laughter swept around us.

"Chocolate and vanilla.  I like that," my cousin Pam said with
a bit too much satisfaction.  "Sounds a lot more tasty than
'water nymphs'."

"It's a lot more fattening, though," my cousin Sheila added. 
"Just look at those chubby little butts!"

Everybody thought that was hilarious.  The sad part is, I even
laughed a little bit myself.  So did Brandon, come to think of
it.  Well, what did you expect?  The whole situation was so
stupid, so ridiculous, we couldn't help it.  It was a lot
better than throwing a fit and crying over it all, though. 
That just would have gotten us another whipping.  

The girls went to get some more lemonade, and when they got
back things took a turn for the worst.  

"Okay, fairy boys, break it up," Pam ordered.  "You can play
kissy-face later.  Right now it's time for Twinkle Toes here
to earn his keep.  Brandy can't be a proper fairy if he
doesn't know the rules, so we're putting you, li'l cousin, in
charge of teaching him."

"Yeah," Linda said with a big laugh.  "You are the resident
expert on being a fairy, that's for sure!"

"That's for sure!" Becky echoed with a giggle.  

To my shame and embarrassment, I was then put to work drilling
Brandon on the finer points of "fairy etiquette," a pretty
weird experience in itself.  By then I was so weary of it all,
so bewildered, it was like I was watching a movie that I was
starring in.  A really bizarre and absurd movie.

In case you forgot, here's a copy of the rules, taken directly
from my cousin's journal:

                       FAIRY ETIQUETTE

1.  Fairies love to smile; they don't frown, they don't cry,
they don't even pout.  
2.  Fairies skip and dance wherever they go; they don't walk
and they can't run.  
3.  Fairies sing; they can't talk and they never shout.
Whether they're alone or in groups together, they constantly
sing, no matter what.
4.  Fairies hold hands when they're together, no matter where
they go or what they do; THEY NEVER LET GO!!!
5.  Above all else, fairies love to kiss, and they kiss each
other as often as possible and for as long as possible.

Funny, how I was able to remember all that.  If I hadn't, Pam
reminded me, she had a copy of the rules in her journal.  

Before we began our tutoring session Brandon and I were put
into what quickly became known as the "fairies' embrace"; 
seated on the grass, we were turned to face each other, our
legs spread apart and wrapped around each other's hips.  I
remember looking down and seeing my poor, shriveled up penis
nestling up against Brandon's and wondering why it was so much
smaller than his.  That's how close we were to each other. 
Seated so closely, we actually had to lean back a bit in order
to look each other in the eye, and even then we were nose-to-
nose.

Anyway, back to our lessons ... I felt like an idiot reciting
each rule over and over again like verses in a song.  Between
each verse we were expected to kiss, which we did without
complaint.  As you can imagine, I didn't like it, but I knew
better than to say anything, and Brandon wasn't exactly
thrilled with his part in all this silliness, either.  He
wouldn't return my first couple of kisses, which kinda scared
me; I just knew my cousins would find a way to blame me. Thank
goodness, it only took a couple of warning looks from his
sister to get him to cooperate.  Not that I can blame him; I
mean, I knew from experience Teresa could swing a mean switch
and Brandon had to be tired of being her whipping boy.  Still,
I'm sure he felt about as goofy as I did, sitting stark naked
in the middle of my grandmother's flower garden, hugging
another guy -- a naked guy, yet, some kid he thought of as a
wimp! -- and singing those stupid rules like a darned fool.

Let's face it, we were a couple of pretty sad little fairies.

"When are they going to let us go?" Brandon fussed at one
point.  "I'm sick and tired of this crap!  I wanna go home!"

"Me, too," I whispered softly.  "I just hope they don't keep
us out like this all night.  They could do that, you know! 
Keep us like this all night, I mean."

"All night?  Like this?!!!  With bare butts and everything? 
That's not right!!!"  Brandon wiped his lips with the back of
his hand.  He still had some of my slobber on his chin from
where we'd been kissing between reciting the rules.  "How long
they going to make us keep ... keep saying the rules over and
over ... and all this kissin' stuff?  I'm tired and my mouth
hurts!  Boys aren't supposed to kiss each other.  This is
stupid!!!"

I shrugged my naked shoulders.  "As long as they want, I
guess.  The other day we had to do it all afternoon until it
got dark."

Brandon's eyes went wide.  "Until dark!  Hey, I can't keep on
doin' this!  I ain't no queer, I can't keep up all this faggot
kissin'!"  Brandon wiped some tears from his eyes, and for an
instant I wanted to hug him and make him feel better.  "I
swear, you little fairy, you got me into this stupid mess!  If
you ever tell anybody about any of this I'll kill you!"

I returned the dirty look he was giving me.  "Hey, I'm no
fairy!  This ain't no fun for me, neither!  How do I know you
won't go telling people YOU kissed ME?"

My partner in crime poked me in the middle of my chest.  I'm
surprised he didn't punch me in the face.  "Because you love
this kinda stuff, dumb ass!  You're the one who knows all
these stupid rules, not me!  You're the one who likes learnin'
these stupid songs and these dumb dances!  And wearin' flowers
in his hair!  Only some little faggot learns something like
that!"

I glanced up at the flowery tiara atop his head.  "You're a
faggot, too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Both of you little faggots better get busy!" yelled Sheila. 
"Unless you actually enjoy getting your asses whipped!"

Brandon and I were both startled to see Teresa and my cousin
Sheila standing over us.  The smiles on their faces were
rather unpleasant.  

"Come on, Brandy, you're not getting out of here until you
learn the fairy rules from little Miss Twinkle Toes here!  I'm
going to check on you in a few minutes and you better know
them frontward and backward, you understand me?"

Sheila, of course, had to get in the act, giving us both a
sharp rap on the tops of our heads with her knuckles.  

"You heard the woman!  Stop yapping and get to learning! 
Also, I don't see much kissing going on here, either!  If
you're not singing to each other you better be kissing,
understand?" I winced as she gave my face a harsh SLAPPP!!! 
"I'll tell you what I do see, though.  I see two pretty little
butts that are just begging for a whipping!"

Scared to death, Brandon and I exchanged another quick kiss
and we both quickly resumed reciting the rules.  Once the
girls went back to the picnic table, he sighed.  

"Man, this is getting old fast!" he mumbled, pressing his
mouth against mine.  

I didn't say anything.  I just leaned forward, kissed him on
the mouth, and tried to make the best of a bad situation.

Anyway, once we got the Fairy Rules down, Brandon and I were
put to work waiting on our captors like a couple of
maidservants.  Since it was getting late, an early supper was
prepared, and us two bare-bottomed boys had the privilege of
serving it to an audience of grinning, giggling school girls. 
It took a while to get all this done since we had to hold
hands the entire time.

"This is dumb," Brandon complained as he held a glass and I
poured the lemonade.  I noticed, however, that he never once
let go of my hand.

To my horror, Sheila insisted we move the whole group around
to the front of the house "so we can enjoy the sunset."  That
scared me to death!  Stuck in the front yard, Brandon and I
wouldn't be able to hide anything from my grandmother and my
aunt if they came home any time soon.  They were bound to
catch us now!

The girls sat on the fancy wicker chairs my grandmother kept
on the front porch and ate their supper while Brandon knelt by
his sister's side like an obedient  -- though sullen -- puppy. 
Meanwhile, I was tasked with putting on a little show for
everyone's enjoyment.  Remember the cute little fairy song and
dance routine Anita taught me?  You know the one, sung to the
tune of "I'm a Little Tea Pot"?

I'm a pretty fairy,
oh, so sweet ....

As if doing that asinine routine wasn't shameful enough, Linda
and Becky insisted I perform it alongside the life-sized
cherub statue that stood in the middle of my aunt's flowers in
the front yard.  

"Aw, do I have to?" I remember whining to my cousins.  "I
mean, this is stupid!"

"And that's why you're going to do it!" announced my cousin
Sheila.  "You know what they say, stupid is as stupid does."

"Yeah, and how about, the stupider the better!"

I looked to see who said that.  It was Samantha, of course. 
Ever since this all started she'd been picking on me, almost
as badly as my cousins.  She flashed a beautiful smile right
at me.  I felt so ashamed.

"C'mon, sing to the statue, David," Linda pressed.  "Pretend
he's one of your little fairy boyfriends.  Do it, or get
another whippin'!"

What was with these people?  Were they all bent on making me
miserable?  Oh, I did as I was told, but I didn't have to like
it.  And I didn't like it.  Feeling like a complete fool, I
sang the whole song to my aunt's statue to the accompanying
jeers and laughter of my appreciative audience.  Every now and
then I'd  hear a car drive by on the main road, giving me a
heart attack; thank goodness we were far enough away that we
couldn't be seen by any passersby.

When I was done I looked over at Linda.  She was rather proud
of herself for coming up with such a knuckle-headed idea.  The
look on her face said it all.  Her little sister, Becky, had
to open up her big mouth, too, of course!

"Maybe the fairy statue is really one of David's cute little
boyfriends," the eleven year old said with a giggle.  "Maybe
he's under a magic fairy spell.  Maybe David ought to give it
a kiss to wake it up and turn it back into a real boy!"

Well, my cousins jumped right on that, let me tell you!  I
think their estimation of Becky as my chief torturer raised
significantly with that one suggestion.  Sheila shot me a
stern look.

"You heard her, li'l cousin," she said.  "Kiss the fairy and
turn him back into a real boy."

"Kiss ... the ... the statue?" I stammered.  "Oh, come on. 
This is getting ridiculous!"

"Yes, kiss the statue.  On the lips.  Just like you do with
your little faggy boyfriends."

"And tell it you love it!" added Becky.

Okay, so I kissed a statue.  Yeah, yeah, a BOY statue.  Big
deal.  And I said "I love you" to it, too.  So what.  That
doesn't make me any more queer, does it?  At least I didn't
get a black eye.

"The statue didn't turn into a real boy!" Becky shouted. 
"Make him do it again."

"You heard her.  Don't give up," yelled Teresa.  "Try it
again!"

I reluctantly nodded, leaned down and kissed the statue on the
lips one more time.  Except for a few giggles and the sound of
my cousin's camera clicking away, there was nothing but
silence.

"See!" I fussed when I was done.  "It's just a stupid statue. 
That's all there is to it, okay?"  

"Oops!  Guess you're right.  Better luck next time, li'l
fairy," teased my cousin Sheila.

After all I'd been through, my face was red hot as I went
through that stupid nightmare come true.  I felt so foolish,
so helpless ... so degraded.  Heck, even today, decades later,
I still blush at the thought of what it was like!

In the wake of that awful ordeal, the whole crowd cracked up
with laughter.  Including Brandon!  Kneeling there by his
sister's chair like a good little fairy in his little
chocolate brown birthday suit, he had the nerve to point and
laugh at me, like I was the only one in the world who had
something to laugh at!  Oh, sure, he thought I was pretty
funny and he laughed the loudest ... that is, until Teresa
told him it was his turn to get up off his butt and sing and
dance!  Then it was my turn to laugh at him.  For a moment, at
least.

The bad part about Brandon singing was that we both had to
learn a new verse to the dreaded "Fairy Song."  It seemed that
Becky was something of a songwriter herself, and after hearing
-- and seeing! -- my shameful exhibition earlier in the day,
she became obsessed with adding her mark to my humiliation. 
Oh, don't worry, what she came up with was about as awful as
the original lyrics.  Maybe a little worse.

Here's the whole song as I remember it: 

I'm a pretty fairy,
oh, so sweet!
See my pixie smile
and my bare feet?
Hiding in the forest
all night and day,
I play fairy games
so happy and gay.

I'm a pretty fairy
Oh, so sad!
My bottom got spanked
'cause I been bad.
I try to be good
but that's no fun;
I still get a paddling
on my bare buns!

I'm a pretty fairy
Oh, so cute!
See my pretty flowers?
See my birthday suit?
Playing in the garden
I got no toys!
I get all my fun
from kissing boys!

... and then you're supposed to start all over again.

Now, envision two naked twelve year old boys, one the color of
dark chocolate, the other white as snow, singing this terrible
song while holding hands and dancing around on our tippy-toes
like a couple of ballerina pixies. Oh, and don't forget to
picture them kissing on the mouth between each verse!  Have to
abide by the fairy rules, y'know.

Oh, yeah ... and remember, all this is taking place in the
front yard of my grandmother's house.  Every now and then you
could hear a car go by, sometimes voices, too.  Talk about
scary!  Now maybe you'll understand what kind of day I was
having.

Anyway, not surprisingly, the younger girls were fascinated by
our little show.  Becky giggled like a fool while Samantha
just stared at us and shook her head.  

"I can't believe you two guys!  This has got to be the most
childish, the most idiotic and sick thing I've ever seen in my
entire life!"

"Aw, com'on, they're so cute," countered Teresa.  "And really,
how often do you get to see boys act like fairies?  This is
great!"

"Not often, that's for sure."  Samantha rolled her eyes at me. 
"Congratulations, David.  I hope you are very happy with your
little boyfriend."

"Well, I agreed with Teresa!" Becky added. "I think they're
cute ... and funny!  I just wish they could be like this all
the time.  That would be so neat!"

Linda jumped in with, "I know what, little sister!  Maybe we
oughta take them home with us.  They could wait on us hand and
foot, and entertain all our friends, bare butts and all!  They
could be our very own fairy slaves! Wouldn't that be
something!" 

"Can we?" Becky giggled.  "Oh, gosh, what'll we tell Mother?"

"Tell her the truth," Samantha quipped."  Tell her they're
fairies, and that you found them kissing in Nana's garden. 
She won't find that too hard to believe."

"That's a good idea.  I like that," the younger girl said
thoughtfully.

"I don't wanna be a fairy," Brandon said sadly.

For a minute I was terrified my cousins would say something
about me doing all that stuff, but nothing was said.  Thank
goodness for small favors.

Anyway, our little show went on until we had "The Fairy Song"
completely memorized and were going through it without even
thinking about it.  Of course, that just gave us more time to
fret and worry.  As if we weren't already humiliated enough,
it was Linda's idea to make us smack each other's bare butt on
the words "bare buns," a separate slap on each word, just
before kissing.  Leering, mischievous eyes followed our every
move as we performed our little act, and everybody got a real
kick out of it.  

Pam, of course, had to have a picture of us.  I still have a
couple of those photos in my scrapbook.  They show us each
getting, and giving, a spanking, and then there's one of us
kissing on the lips.  What's worse, we look to be having a
good time, judging from our forced smiles. 

This went on forever, like the worse dream you could ever
imagine.  So long, in fact, that Brandon and I started getting
giddy.  Somewhere in the middle of all that dancing, spanking
and kissing the tears faded and giggles grew.  Don't get me
wrong; I've no doubt that Brandon hated our predicament as
much as I did, but the entire thing was just so stupid, so
utterly and insanely funny, we couldn't help laughing at
ourselves.  

All that singing stuff probably would have gone on a lot
longer, but somebody heard the phone ringing in the house. 
One of my cousins -- I don't remember which -- went in to
answer it.  A few minutes later all of the girls were called
inside.  

I thought for a moment Brandon and I would be let go, but
instead we were ordered to sit at the base of my aunt's garden
statue and get into the dreaded "fairies' embrace."  We were
then instructed to kiss each other while everyone else was in
the house.

"Not again," Brandon sighed.  "I'm tired of doing that!  What
if somebody sees us?"

"Me, too," I said, soft enough that nobody could hear me,
thank goodness.

Teresa snorted a snort as ugly as her smile.  "You got a
problem, little brother?  You don't like kissing your little
boyfriend."

The young boy cowered down.  "N- ... No-o-o-o ...." he whined. 
"I mean, I guess so ....  But what if somebody comes up the
driveway and sees us?"

"What do you care?" Samantha said.  I blushed as she looked
right at me.  "Just tell them you're a couple of fairies and
they'll leave you alone.  Trust me, they'll believe you!"

Teresa poked at her little brother with her switch.  "Now shut
up and get to kissing before I beat your butt!  And don't you
stop until one of us says so!"

Sheila gave me a sharp tear-inducing rap on the top of my head
with a single knuckle.  "Kiss and say 'I love you!', li'l
cousin  You know the drill.  Put on your best kissy face and
get to work!  Right now!"

To be honest about it, things could have been a lot worse, I
guess.  At least with the girls headed for the house we
weren't being micro-managed.  That was the good news.  The bad
news was that we were touching one another in a way twelve
year old boys just weren't supposed to be doing.  Our bodies
were pressed so tightly together,  I could feel Brandon's
penis and balls rubbing against mine, not to mention having
his belly pressing against mine.  I don't know why I was so
upset about it.  I mean, only a little while earlier I had him
in my mouth, right?  So why be so squeamish? 

I pulled away from our kiss for a moment to catch my breath. 
"I love you, Brandon," I said.  I was ashamed when I realized
I'd done so without even thinking.   What was even more
strange was that Brandon did exactly the same thing.

"I hate saying that," he whispered.  "I feel like a queer
doing it."

"Me, too," I whispered back.

"That's it," Linda yelled from the front door of the house. 
"You two li'l fairies stay just like that until we get back. 
Don't you dare stop or get up until somebody tells you!"

Teresa jumped in with, "Not unless y'all want a whippin'!"

From the bottom step my once-beloved Samantha laughed and
pointed.  "I never thought I'd say this, but you guys actually
look kinda cute like that.  Almost like real fairies.  I hope
you're very happy together, David."

I felt so ashamed I wanted to cry.

And so we sat there, two naked boys, barely old enough to go
to junior high school, sitting in my grandmother's front yard,
kissing and hugging like it was the most natural thing in the
world to be doing.  If you'd told me a week ago that I'd be
trading spit with another boy -- especially a Negro boy! --
I'd have punched out your lights!  Or at least I'd have tried.

And now, well, I couldn't tell you how many times I'd kissed a
boy if I tried.  Between that day at the creek with
Christopher, and now with Brandon, there was no telling.  I
remember giving it a shot, but once I got past a hundred --
and that was with Christopher alone! -- I gave up.  It was
just too awful to think about.  

I mean, I hadn't even kissed a girl once!  Unless you counted
Becky, of course.  And I preferred not to count her.  Yuck!

Oddly enough, while locked in our "fairies' embrace," each
time I kissed Brandon on his mouth that warm summer day, I
thought about Christopher and how he and I'd been left in
similar circumstances a only few days before.  Sheila and the
older girls forced us into locking lips while they went
swimming in the creek, partly to keep up from seeing them
naked, partly to keep us from running away.  The good news
this time was that we were sitting instead of kneeling. 
Kneeling got kinda old after a while and was very tiresome,
not to mention being painful.  

Well, anyway, with so much touching and kissing going on,
things kinda got -- ahem! --  well, a little bit out of hand. 
Between all the kisses and all the times we said "I love you"
to each other,  I distinctly remember feeling both horror and
delight as Brandon's growing penis poked into my belly.  Even
more worrisome was the electric sensation that hit me as our
two erections rubbed against one another.  I knew it was
wrong, but it felt so doggone good, I couldn't help squirming
up against my partner and enjoying myself.  Apparently I
wasn't alone in my thinking.  Giving me a shy smile, Brandon
snuggled up against me and sighed.  It didn't take long for us
to get our rhythm as we rocked back and forth and made out
like two teenagers on a Friday night.  

After all we'd been through, I guess Brandon finally got over
his mad and succumbed to the madness.  I know I did.  The
conditioning my cousins inflicted on me worked for him as
well, if not better, judging from the way he returned my
kisses.   I was as embarrassed by the occasional giggles that
came out of our kissing as I was the kissing itself.

It was strange, to be clinging so close to someone I once
feared and despised, and to feel the kind of intimacy I felt
at that moment.  I remember looking at his funny hair and his
flowery decorations and thinking about how cute he looked. 
That, along with Brandon's new-found eagerness, made our
bonding all that much more fun.

"You're not going to tell anybody about this, right?" he
whispered at one point.  "Right?"

There was some giggling from inside the house, and just to be
safe I kissed him and said, "I love you."  I then pulled back
a second and looked into his sleepy green eyes.  I couldn't
help thinking how pretty he looked.  He was actually a lot
prettier than his sister, which didn't take much as far as I
was concerned.

"No way," I said softy.  "I ain't never sayin' a word."

I punctuated my vow with an affectionate kiss on his cheek.  I
could feel his body melt against mine.

"Good," was all my chocolate brown counterpart said.  He
smiled a crooked smile that made him look kinda ... well,
happy.  To my surprise he then pressed against his mouth
against mine with a warm, smacking wet kiss. 

"I love you, too."

Funny, even as I glowed with warmth, I could still detect the
taste of Dr. Pepper and licorice.


             Chapter Seventeen   More Fairy Games


With my mouth planted firmly against Brandon's, I completely
lost track of the time.  The girls were gone for so long, I
could see the shadows of the trees move across the yard as the
sun prepared to set.  Like other occasions where I'd been
trapped this way -- with Christopher as well as with Brandon -
- it could have been five minutes, it might have been half an
hour.  I didn't have my watch so I didn't have the slightest
clue.  All I knew was that we kissed and petted one another so
long I almost fell asleep.  In fact, I was so deep into it I
about had a heart attack when we were finally interrupted.

"Wake up, li'l fairies!" Sheila exclaimed over my shoulder.  
"Rise and shine!   I know you're having fun playing kissy-
face, but Mom and Nana will be home soon, so we need to get
going."

"Mom and ... Nana?  You mean Aunt Margaret and Nana?"

As warm as it was, a cold chill went through my body.  I'd
been worrying off and on all day about being caught by the
adults, and now the reality of my situation was finally
sinking in.  Sheila's "Mom" was my Aunt Margaret, the same
Aunt Margaret who'd already caught me once, sneaking in the
house after spending the day all naked and playing "fairies." 
What in the world would she think if she saw me like this
again?   And my grandmother!!!???  Oh, God, I didn't even want
to think about her seeing me!

"Yes, Nana and Aunt Margaret!  What's wrong with you?  Are you
stupid or something?"

I glanced over at the little brown face I'd just finished
kissing.  Brandon's expression looked anxious and worried.  So
much craziness had happened since I got up that morning, it
felt weird knowing that it was all about to end.  The question
was, would it end quietly, or in total disaster?

"Was that them on the phone?" I asked.  "Where are they now? 
How long before they get here?"

"That's not your concern!"  Sheila grabbed me by the arm and
jerked me to my feet.  "C'mon, li'l cousin!  We got just
enough time to do a coupla more things with you guys.  Then
you're on your own."  

I brushed grass from where my bare butt itched.  "What kinda
things?"  

A ripple of giggles fired off among the girls.  I hated when
that happened.

"Well, that's a good question, sweetie.  There was so much to
choose from," my cousin Pam said, "we couldn't make up our
minds.  So Sheila and I made a list and we all took a vote."

Chubby Becky was practically beside herself with joy as she
looked right at me.  "Yeah, and guess what YOU get to
do???!!!" she said excitedly.

Shrugging my shoulders, I watched helplessly as Sheila and
Teresa pulled Brandon to his feet, forcing him toward the
front steps of my grandmother's house.  For a second I thought
we were both going to get another spanking, but then Brandon
was told to take a seat. The next thing I knew, I was pulled
to my feet and shoved before him.  

"Like I said, we took a vote and there were at least two
things everybody wanted to see.  The first was a spanking." 
Pam pushed me against Brandon.  "Lay down over his lap, little
cousin.  Nana and Mom will be here soon, so we only got time
for one.  And guess what?  He's giving and you're getting!"

I felt a huge lump in my throat.  I was going to get spanked
... by a boy?

"Why me?  Why not him?" I begged.

Samantha, of all people, answered that one.  "'Cause you're
the crybaby, that's why!  We all agreed you're the biggest
crybaby we've ever seen and we all wanna see you cry one more
time, crybaby!"

"But I ... I did everything you all said!  I ... I followed
the rules, I cleaned up messes ... I did all those chores. 
That's not fair!"

Linda laughed.  "See, there you go again!  That's exactly what
we're talking about, crybaby!  Every time you turn around
you're crying like a prissy little grade school girl.  So we
figured if you're going to cry you ought to have a good
reason."

"Yeah!" Becky giggled like a fool.  "Now bend over and take
your medicine like a good little fairy boy."

My face must have been eight shades of red.  "But I don't want
a spanking," I whispered.  "I don't want to bend over."

It didn't matter.  Just like everything else that day, nothing
I did or said mattered.  No matter how much I hated it, I bent
over Brandon's lap and offered up my bare bottom for a
spanking.  No matter how much I begged,  I got it.  And no
matter how much I tried to resist, I cried, just like a little
girl.  Just like Samantha said I would.

SLAP!!!  

"OW!!!"

SLAP!!!  

"OW!!!"

SLAP!!!  

"OW!!!"

Man, that hurt!  It might not have been so bad if it hadn't
taken so long, but Brandon took his time, putting the maximum
amount of effort into each hit and giving me enough time to
absorb the pain before hitting me again.  He didn't pull back
like I thought he would.  From the very first SLAP!!! he let
me have it so hard my butt felt like it was on fire!

"Give it to him good, li'l Brandy," my cousin Sheila
instructed.  "Unless you want me to turn you over to your
sister for a spanking of your own."

SLAP!!!  

"OW!!!"

SLAP!!!  

"OW!!!"

The slow, relentless spanking went on forever.  Needless to
say, there was plenty of laughing on during all this.  Oh, I'm
sure we looked pretty funny, two bare butt boys, one bent over
the other's knee, the other giving him the spanking of a
lifetime!  I'm sure that Brandon probably blamed me for most
of the problems he'd come across that day, and I was obviously
the one person he could vent his frustrations on.  I might
have done the same thing, I guess, but I never got the chance.

With my bare bottom up in the air and my head nearly bouncing
off the ground, I was helpless and disoriented.   I sobbed
uncontrollably throughout the entire ordeal, the pain
amplified by the fear that my grandmother and my aunt would
drive up and see us at any second.  The pain, the humiliation,
the frustration were all too much.  I was nearly hysterical by
the time it was over.  The only problem was, it wasn't over.  

At long last Brandon's arm finally gave out and for a minute I
thought I was going to be allowed to get up.  Instead, the
most bizarre thing happened!

"Poor baby," one of the older girls said in mock sympathy. 
"Hear poor little Fairy David crying?  You've got to make the
little crybaby stop, Fairy Brandy.  Do you know how to do
that?"

"No," whispered Brandon.  His voice was breathy and unsure. 
"I don't think so."

"Oh, sure you do.  You have to kiss and make up, remember?"

Brandon mumbled something that sounded like "I guess so."

By this time I was getting pretty concerned, let me tell you. 
I dreaded having to get up and kiss the very same boy who'd
made me cry like a baby, but that's not what happened.   Not
yet, anyway.  Instead, there was some whispering and whining,
followed by a wave of giggles.  

At one point I gasped as a soft hand rubbed and patted one of
my aching buttcheeks, and the next thing I knew, something
soft, wet and warm touched me there.  It took me a second to
realize it, but somebody had kissed my bottom!

"What are you doing back there?" I cried.  "Stop it!  Stop it! 
Let me up!  I wanna get up!"

"What's the matter, crybaby?" My cousin Sheila dropped down
low enough to look me in the eye, though be it upside down. 
"Did you like Brandon's little kissy-kiss on your butt?  Did
it make the pain go away?  Does the little fairy want some
more?"

What a stupid question!  I mean, I about died!  It was bad
enough to be beat on the bare butt in front of a bunch of
girls -- by a naked boy, yet!  But now that same naked boy was
kissing that same bare butt?  Oh, man, this was going to take
years to live down!

"No!  I don't like it!  Let me up!  I want to go inside!"

Embarrassed and desperate, I tried to wriggle free, but it was
no good.  I could feel Brandon's hand caress my other cheek
and I buried my face in my hands as he kissed it, too.  Then
he started back on the other cheek and repeated the whole
process again.  There was a rush of giggles and laughter
somewhere above and behind me.  I truly wished I was dead.

The girls made Brandon kiss my butt for each and every time he
hit me, which is why it took so doggoned long.  He must have
kissed my fanny fifty times at least, maybe more.  I didn't
keep count 'cause the thought of what was going on just about
drove me bananas.  The problem wasn't that it hurt; on the
contrary, it felt nice ... way TOO nice.  To my way of
thinking that was a serious problem 'cause I could feel my
penis getting hard against Brandon's bare legs.

Oh, man ....

"I bet you're just loving this, David" teased Samantha. 
"Getting your bottom kissed by your little boyfriend.  You
must be in faggot heaven right now!"

"You guys are so funny," laughed Becky.  "Funnier than a
cartoon!" Poor girl ... she could hardly breathe, she was so
tickled by what she saw.  I would have felt sorry for her if I
hadn't been so humiliated.

"No kidding," agreed Pam.  "David, you wouldn't believe how
funny the two of you look.  I don't know which was better, you
getting your butt beat or getting it kissed."  She gave me a
smug smile.  "Don't worry, little cousin, I've got plenty of
pictures."

To make things worse, at one point somebody thought it was a
good idea to pull apart my buttcheeks.  Oh, god!  How I hated
that!  Before I could do anything I felt the shock of curious
fingers probing in toward my frightened butthole.  I tried to
pull everything together, but I was too tired and had to give
up and let the fingers have their way.  

"See, sweetie, not only does David have pretty fairy bottom,
but he's got a cute little hole, too.  Just like a faggot."

"Stop it!" I cried out in shameful terror.  "Stop touching me
there!  I want up!  Let me up!"

Sheila grabbed my hair and pulled my head back so far I could
see not only her, but the rest of the girls all watching and
grinning.

"Shush, little fairy, unless you want another spanking.  Or
worse."

Not sure what "worse" meant, I kept my mouth shut as Brandon
was encouraged to play with my bottom.  

"See if you can get your finger inside," a female voice said. 
One of my cousins, no doubt.

I cringed as my cheeks were pulled apart so wide it felt like
everybody could see up inside me.  Then I double cringed as a
curious finger pushed inward.

"It's too tight," Brandon mumbled.

"Here, put some of this on it," a younger female voice said. 
"It's slippery.  Smear some in there and then try."

I was shocked to feel a glob of something warm and gooey drop
right on my secret spot.  There was a titter of giggles, and
then a hushed silence.  Draped over Brandon's lap like a rag
doll, I whimpered quietly   as he fingered my crack and
finally managed to slip a slender digit deep inside, all the
way.   

"It's chocolate syrup," a familiar voice said.  

I looked up to see Becky grinning down at me.  The smile on
her face made me feel just awful.

"Ch- ... chocolate ... syrup?" I asked in the midst of gasping
for air.

"Sammy had some leftover chocolate in her ice cream cup.  I
bet it feels yucky on your butt like that."

"Eeew, that's nasty!" I cried.  I started to get up, but
changed my mind as the curious finger poked even further
inside me, in and out, in and out, taking my breath away.

If I didn't know better I'd have thought Brandon was
fascinated by my bare butt.  I mean, it sure seemed like he
took great joy in poking around inside me.  Maybe he did it as
a result of duress, maybe not.  All I knew was I got fingered
like a cheerleader by her date on Friday night.  UGH!! I
didn't know which was worse, being poked in the butt or my
dumb erection twitching and twisting against Brandon's legs.

At long last my cousin Sheila pulled me onto my feet and made
me face our audience.   That was pretty difficult for me to
do, considering my stupid dick was sticking straight up and my
sticky butt still felt like somebody's fingers were still in
it.  Still, it didn't matter to my cousin that I was weak-
kneed and humiliated.  On the other hand, maybe it did;
judging from the tone of her voice, I don't think she'd ever
had more fun in her life.

"I thought you didn't like people playing with your butt,"
chided Sheila.  She reached down and slapped the tip of my
very erect penis.  "Looks like your little lie detector is
telling us different."

Samantha shook her head.  "It figures, you faggot!"

"I hate you!" I sobbed.  "I hate you all!"

Sheila wasn't fazed by my momentary defiance.  "Funny you
should say that, little cousin.  I think you talk too much. 
Maybe we need to do something about that, huh, guys?"

"Make him do that other thing!" shouted Becky.  "Make him do
it now!"

I blinked.  Uh, oh ... this couldn't be good.

"You heard the girl," Sheila said with an evil smile. 
"Remember, I said there were two things everybody wanted to
see?  Down on your knees, fairy boy."

I froze.  Down?  On my ... knees?  That could only mean one
thing.

"No, Sheila ... not that.  Not again!"

I clasped my cousin's hand, giving her the most pitiful look I
could muster.  It didn't do one bit of good.

"Yes, that.  And yes, again.  We took a vote, little fairy,
and that's what we all agreed on.  Suck Brandon off one more
time and you'll be done for the day."

"But ..." I didn't know what to say.  

"But what?" Sheila shot a cold, hard look right through me.

I glanced at Brandon.  I then glanced down at his penis.  I
guess I shouldn't have been surprised to see it standing
erect.  I guess he liked playing with my butt a lot more than
he let on. Or was it the spanking that turned him on?

Desperate, I hesitated.  "Well, I already did ... that ...
once.  To him.  I'm not supposed to do it this time.  I, um,
thought it was his turn."

"Really?"  Sheila gave a sharp laugh.  "Say that again."

"It ... It's his turn!" I stammered stupidly.  "I already did
him.  Isn't he supposed to do me?"

"No, it's not!" fussed Brandon.  "I'm not sucking anybody's
dick!  Make David do it!  He's the crybaby, make him do it
again like you said.  He's the crybaby, remember?"

Aw, crap!  Those stupid girls ... they didn't miss a thing! 
They set us against each other on purpose.  My soul intent, of
course, was to get out of having to do Brandon again, but my
cousin was trying to make it sound like I actually wanted my
little black boyfriend to suck me off.  That would have made
her day, for sure!

"So you're saying you want your dick sucked by your little
lover boy?" Sheila said.  She pinched Brandon's cheek
affectionately.  "You want to do that for my little cousin,
Fairy Brandy?  He thinks it's lot of fun, you know."

"No-o-o-o ...." the tearful child cried.  "I don't wanna!"

"Now see what you've done, li'l cousin?  You've made Fairy
Brandy cry?  All because you wanted him to suck your dick."

"No, I don't WANT him to su- ... to do that," I sobbed
tearfully.  "I just don't want to have to do him again!  It's
his turn now, remember?  If anybody's got to do it, make HIM!"

"That's what we're saying, sweetie," my cousin Pam teased. 
"Either you WANT him to suck you, or you WANT to suck him. 
Now, which is it?"

"But ... I don't want either," I whimpered.

"That's not the question!" she demanded.  "Answer me, yes or
no.  Do you want him to suck you off or not?" 

I took a deep breath and sighed.  "No-o-o-o-o ...."  I started
to say I didn't want to suck him, either, but it was too late.

"Fine, then you can suck him.  Down on your knees, li'l
cousin!"

Sure enough, I started crying again.  Well, what did you
expect?  I sure couldn't win for losing!

"Oh, stop playing hard to get, fairy boy!" laughed Linda. 
"After all, this is what you do best.  Everybody agrees, so
enjoy yourself!"  

WIAT I DO BEST???  Sucking a guy's dick?  Boy, did that ever
make me mad!  I said something ugly to both Linda and her
little sister Becky, but they didn't pay any attention; they
were too busy grinning from ear to ear.  I did get a slap
across my face for my trouble, though.

"You have a rude mouth!" Sheila said, slapping me again.  "And
to think I was starting to feel sorry for you.  Get down, boy,
and get busy.  You won't be able to say anything while you're
sucking off your little boyfriend."

Tears of frustration welling up in my eyes, I obediently knelt
down in before the steps into my grandmother's house and
scooted in between Brandon's legs.  As I did I thought I
smelled the strong aroma of chocolate.  My first inclination
was to tighten my buttcheeks, which were still sticky with
leftover chocolate syrup.  Then I glanced down at Brandon's
erection.  Somebody had smeared it with chocolate, just like
they did my butt. 

"Is that ice cream?" I remember asking as though in a bad
dream.

I remember looking up at Brandon, the dumb goof, who in turn
looked down at me and grinned.  "It was your girlfriend's
idea," he said sheepishly.  

I glanced over at Samantha.  The former love of my life waved
her Dairy Queen cup at me and grinned.  Becky beamed like the
sun.  Clenching my muscles tightly together, I was grateful
that Brandon had a cup to dip into rather than my butt.  

Anyway, I took a deep breath and looked down at that chocolate
covered penis, erect and eager for me to touch it.  After all
that hugging and kissing I guess Brandon couldn't help it
getting stiff again.  I moved in close, so close I could smell
him beneath the chocolate.  I couldn't believe I was so near
to his pee-hole, or that I was about to put it in my mouth ...
again.  

I took another deep breath.  "I can't believe I'm about to do
this," I thought sadly.  "Not on Nana's front steps!"

Down between my legs my bare bottom felt sticky and nasty from
where Brandon smeared me with chocolate syrup.  I let go with
a long, deep sigh.  No wonder nobody took me seriously.  

To show you how bossy my cousins were, from the instant I
wrapped my lips and tongue around Brandon's chocolate erection
I was coached step-by-step in the proper way to give a boy a
"blow job."  I remember moving my mouth up and down who knows
how many times over his dick, and then Sheila pulling me off
and telling me to "lick it like a popsicle."  It took me a
couple of minutes but I got the hang of it fairly quickly.  A
little too quickly, perhaps.  

"Way to go, little fairy!" I think this was from Linda; it was
kinda hard to tell at the time, but I was kinda busy, y'know. 
"You keep at it like this and you'll be really popular by the
time you get to high school!"

Pam jumped in with "What a little slut!  All he needs is a
dress, a pair of high heels, and some lipstick and he'll have
football players chasing him all over the place!"

A strange image flashed through my mind as I worked Brandon's
penis with my mouth.   For an instant I imagined myself
kneeling before one of the high school seniors I knew and I
felt a strange fluttering in my stomach.  I didn't think I'd
like that at all.

Funny thing about that whole experience.  I hated the idea of
what I was forced into doing.  No, I mean it!  I was so
scared, so disgusted ... and yet at the same time I was
mesmerized by the feelings and transformations I was going
through.  Sure, I knew it was "queer" if I even got near
another boy's penis, much less let one touch my mouth.  But
once I was past that, well, it wasn't so bad.  For instance, I
remember glancing up as I ran my tongue along the length of
Brandon's chocolate-flavored "Tootsie Roll."  You should have
seen the wide-eyed look on his face!  Or if you could have
felt him shiver when I wrapped my lips around the odd little
mushroom cap and tickled the tip with my tongue.  I could make
him moan and squirm and laugh ... all that with just a little
lick or a nip with my teeth.  It was like having hold of a
really sensitive remote control.  Fascinating!

Anyway, it was after I'd licked and kissed every square inch
of skin between Brandon's legs -- to include his little
ballsack! -- that he finally shot off.  I knew it was coming,
but it still caught me off guard.  The first blast landed on
him, all over his belly, mostly.  Looking up, I was secretly
pleased to see a small pearl-like glob on his cheek.  

"Quick, David, put it back in your mouth.  You're supposed to
swallow it all, remember?"

No, I didn't remember.  And I couldn't tell if that was Sheila
or Pam giving out orders, but I really didn't have time to
worry about it.  A pair of hands grabbed my head and guided me
downward, and I had to voluntarily find Brandon's penis with
my lips in order to keep from getting poked in my eye.  

"Yay!" one of the younger girls cheered.  "He got it all in! 
Don't spill any of that stuff, little fairy!"

Everybody thought that was funny.  Except for me, of course. 
I didn't feel much like laughing at all.  In fact, with my
head being pushed down and Brandon's warm hardon pressing
against the roof of my mouth, I felt more than a little sick. 
Suddenly I was forced down further, forcing the tip of his
dick toward the back of my throat.  I almost got choked, and
the next thing I knew I was tasting a mouthful of spunk!  The
salty slime almost got the best of me, but I managed to
swallow most all of it without even gagging anymore.  

Well, okay, maybe I gagged once.  But nobody's perfect, right?


             Chapter Eighteen   A Final Farewell


Anyway, I did my duty like a good little fairy.  Under my
cousins' supervision I gobbled up the mess I helped make,
sucking on Brandon's penis until there was nothing left. 
Please believe me, I wasn't too happy about any of this, but
Sheila's threat to make me do it all over again inspired me to
do things right the first time.

Once I was done I waited patiently between Brandon's legs for
permission to get up.  As I knelt there in silence I couldn't
help studying the penis before me.  Like mine, it shrunk to a
miniature version of its former self, looking rather tired, in
fact.  Well, no wonder.  I did a pretty thorough job of
sucking it dry.  I wondered how long it would sleep.

I also managed to steal a glance up toward my fellow fairy;
Brandon looked exhausted, huffing and puffing like he'd just
run a three minute mile, his fingers gripping the edge of the
bench like his life depended on it.  He smiled a weak smile
and looked as though he wanted to cry.  If it hadn't been for
the fact that he'd beat the tar out my butt just a short while
before, I might have actually felt sorry for him.

"Taste good, honey?" Sheila asked as she finally helped me to
my feet.  It was so surreal to be standing in front of Nana's
house, smacking my lips and trying to rid myself of that awful
flavor, a blend of semen and chocolate; it is a taste that I
have yet to get over.  I shot my cousin a dirty look and tried
not to cry any more for fear of giving her more reason to
torture me.  No matter; I had Samantha and Becky there to
tease me, too.

"See, I told you," Becky said in a 'Miss Smarty Pants' tone of
voice.  "Look at his belly.  See how it's all swelled up?  He
looks just like Aunt Ruthie."

I looked at Becky, down at my naked belly, and then up at a
grinning Samantha.  Becky's Aunt Ruthie, whom I'd seen at
church, was pregnant at the time.  It took me a second, but I
caught on pretty quickly.   I knew what she was saying and I
didn't like it at all!

"Becky thinks you might be having Brandon's baby," Samantha
explained with a big grin.  "She figures after swallowing all
his sperm, you ought to get pregnant pretty soon."  

"Pregnant ...?"  I heard the word coming out of my mouth but I
still couldn't believe they would actually say something like
that.

Samantha flashed her gorgeous eyes right at me.  "Yeah, you
know, pregnant?  Like in makin' babies pregnant?  She's just
being silly, I know, but you did swallow a lot of sperm,
David."  Funny, but it sure seemed to me that she enjoyed
saying "swallow" and "sperm" when it came to talking about me. 


"He sure looks preggy now!  See his fat little belly!" Becky
sang loudly.  

"Davy is preg-gy!  
Davy is preg-gy!  
He's gonna hava BAY-BEE!
He's gonna hava BAY-BEE!"

The older girls thought that was hilarious, of course.

"Becky might have a point there, sweetie."  Sheila flipped her
hair back and shrugged her shoulders.  "I know some girls, all
they have to do is look at a boy's dick and they're pregnant. 
And like Sammy said, you did swallow a bunch of sperm."

I crossed my arms over my bare belly and pouted.  "You all
don't have to keep saying that."

Linda laughed with delight.  "A pregnant boy!  Now that's
cute!  Hey, Teresa, you're going to be an 'aunt'!!!"

I felt my stomach churn.  "But ... I'm a boy," I said softly. 
"I can't have a baby.  Boys don't have babies.  Right?"

I gave Samantha a pitiful look.  In turn she flashed me an
amused smile, the kind I once adored.  Now it only made me
ashamed.

"Oh, I don't know.  After all that sperm you swallowed, who
knows?" she giggled.  "Can you imagine?  A boy who's pregnant? 
I can't think of a single thing in the world that would be
more awesome!"

"Stop saying that!" I said with a sob.

"Oh, boy, you're gonna get fat, li'l cousin!" Pam said with a
giggle.  "Just like when you swallow a water melon seed.  See
how round your belly is getting already?"

I looked down at my stomach.  Was it my imagination or did it
look more pudgy  than usual?  I suddenly felt really queasy,
like maybe I was going to throw up.  Something to do with
realizing I'd just swallowed who knows how much of Brandon's
semen, no doubt.  I couldn't believe the girls would say such
things!  They almost had me going there.  I mean, I knew that
was all nonsense about me having any babies ...  right?  I was
pretty sure that was impossible,  but I sucked in my belly
anyway.  Just in case.

"Okay, little mommy, finish up," Pam chided. "If you'll stop
crying we've got one more game to play."

I wiped my eyes and shrugged my naked shoulders.  "I thought
you said we were done.  You said 'two things' a while ago.  We
did two things already."

"Oh, shut up," Sheila fussed.  "If you don't stop complaining
we can come up with something else, I'm sure.  How about
another spanking?"

I shut up.  I didn't want anything else, that was for sure.

"Now listen carefully, David, 'cause here's what I want you to
do," Pam said.

Grabbing me by the ear, my cousin drug me from Brandon's side
and to the middle of the front yard, right next to my aunt's
fairy statue.  Her manner was as though she was talking to a
little child.  

"I want you to stand right here.  Good.  Now, close your eyes,
put your fingers in your ears, and sing the fairy song. 
Understand?  Sing it all the way through, loud as you can. 
Don't open your eyes until I tell you to."

"Fingers ... in my ears?"  For some reason I had a lump in my
throat, making it hard to swallow.  I glanced over my should
toward the sound of traffic just over the hill and beyond. 
"But I thought you said Aunt Margaret and Nana were on their
way back?  Can't I put on some clothes, first?  Just in case? 
Then I can sing."

"Me, too," whimpered Brandon.  "I want some clothes, too." 
Poor guy.  He looked about like I felt.

"Shut up, both of you!" ordered both of my cousins in
practiced unison.  Sheila grabbed a thin, scary switch and
waved it at the two of us.  "Another word and I'll give the
girls each a switch and turn them loose on your bare butts!"

I wasn't stupid.  I did as I was told.  Feeling extremely
foolish, not to mention vulnerable, I clenched my eyes shut,
put my fingers in my ears, and sang that fruitcake song in a
loud and clear voice. Twice, in fact.  A hard swat on my butt
with Sheila's switch signaled me to open my eyes as directed. 
Everybody was standing there looking at me like I was an
idiot.  Except for Brandon.  He looked more worried than
anything else.  Like he knew something I didn't.

"Good job," Sheila said.  "Now, let's do it again."

This time I was told to sing "the fairy song" ten whole times
before stopping and opening my eyes.  I started to ask why,
but Sheila cut me off with one of THOSE looks.

"Do you want some more of this?" She waved the ever-
threatening switch over my nose.

"No, ma'am."

"Then get to it.  And louder.  I want people driving out on
the road to hear you."

"Yes, ma'am," I whispered.  

I'm a pretty fairy,
oh, so sweet!
See my pixie smile
and my bare feet ....

I lost my nerve about the third repetition, which meant I had
to do what?  Open my eyes, of course!  Bad move.  Sheila -- or
was it Pam? -- was standing right there in front of me.  That
is about all I remember seeing as she knocked the heck out of
me with a slap across the face that still makes me cringe. 
Screaming like a banshee, she told me to start all over again,
and to not stop until I was told otherwise and not to dare
open my eyes until she personally told me to do so.

"You think I'm kidding around?  Just try me!  I'll give you a
whippin' you won't forget the rest of your life."

"But what if Aunt Margaret comes home and sees me ...?" I
sobbed.  "And Nana?"

A barrage of hits against my legs with my cousin's switch shut
me up.  Well, except for the sobbing.

"That's my last warning.  One more time and I'm letting
everybody do the same thing to you."

I considered my options, oh, for about half a second.  Shaken
-- no, make that terrified! -- I stuck my fingers in my ears
(I already closed my eyes the instant I realized my folly) and
I started singing for my life.

I'm a pretty fairy,
oh, so sweet!
See my pixie smile
and my bare feet?
Hiding in the forest
all night and day,
I play fairy games
so happy and gay.

I'm a pretty fairy
Oh, so sad!
My bottom got spanked
'cause I been bad.
I try to be good
but that's no fun;
I still get a paddling
on my bare buns!

I'm a pretty fairy
Oh, so cute!
See my pretty flowers?
See my birthday suit?
Playing in the garden
I got no toys!
I get all my fun
from kissing boys!

For the next little while I was alone in the world.  It was as
though Sheila and Pam and Linda and the girls all completely
vanished.  Nothing mattered but that childish song.  Eyes
clenched shut tight, singing my fairy mantra over and over
again at the top of my voice, I couldn't hear anything and I
couldn't see anything.  I had absolutely no idea where anybody
was, Becky, Samantha, Teresa,  her little brother, nobody. 
They could have been standing right next to me, or I might
have been the only one left alive on planet earth, which was
all right with me.  There wasn't any way for me to tell for
sure, short of breaking the rules.  And after the last beating
I'd gotten I certainly wasn't about to do that!

After about the hundredth repetition  -- well, maybe not quite
that many -- I wanted desperately to take a break.  I was
really tired and thirsty, and my voice was hoarse, but I
didn't dare stop.  My original plan was to sneak a peek and
see if everybody left, which was what I suspected had
happened.   The problem was, the whole thing smelled of a
trap.  I just knew if I opened my eyes and the girls were
still there, I'd get my bare butt beat something awful.  Maybe
worse.  Then again, I wanted to make sure my aunt and my
grandmother didn't show up out of nowhere.  I thought about
what Nana might say if she saw me naked and singing a dumb
song about fairies and kissing boys; a fierce shiver swept
over my body.  

Now THAT would be bad! 

Anyway, I sang that stupid song a few more times, feeling more
and more like an idiot with each verse.  After giving it some
thought I decided to take the chance.  I'd sneak a peek, just
a little one.  If the girls were there I'd go on like nothing
happened and hope they wouldn't notice.  And if they weren't I
would run inside the house, lock myself in my room, put on
some clothes and hide under the bed!  

"To heck with it!" I thought at long last.  "What's the worse
they can do to me?  Spank me?  Again?  Too late for that!"

I waited until I finished up the last verse and I had to start
again.  During the pause I took a deep breath, held it, and
then began.  At the end of "bare feet!" I snuck a peek, just
enough to tell me all I needed to know.

I knew it!  I just knew it!  Damn it, I knew it!  

I KNEW IT!  I KNEW IT!  I KNEW IT! 

They were all gone, just like I thought.  Everybody, gone
without a trace.  I looked over at the driveway.  Sure enough,
Linda's car was long gone.  I was completely alone, doggone
it!   Stupid girls!  Stupid Brandon!  Stupid me!  They left me
standing there like an idiot for who knows how long, and then
took off on me like some goofy version of hide'n'seek.

I looked around.  As far as I could tell I was the last kid on
planet Earth.  Completely deserted, the  front yard was a
disaster.  Half-empty cups, paper plates with leftover food,
used napkins, you name it, debris was everywhere.  The girls
had trashed the place while I singing that stupid fairy song! 
I had no doubt the back yard looked even worse.  If I didn't
do something, and quick, I was going to have a lot of
explaining to do.

That was the bad news.  The good news was that I was free!  No
more spankings, slaps to the face, kissing boys or being
touched in places I didn't want to be touched in!!!  No more
pinches, hits, ugly remarks or saying "I love you" to some
stupid boy!!!  More importantly, no more people looking at my
bare butt!  Doggone it,  I was free, free at last!  And I was
loving it!!!

Giddy with hope, I thought for a second about what my next
move ought to be.  That was easy enough.  I'd go in the house
and put on some clothes first!  That was first and foremost
the main thing on my bewildered little mind.  Oh, sure,
afterward I could come back and clean up this mess.  That way
when Nana and Aunt Margaret came home there wouldn't be so
many questions.  But the first thing for me to was get
dressed!!!

Let me tell you what, once I realized the long nightmare was
over I was one happy boy!  So help me, I swore that the minute
I got a pair of pants on they weren't coming off until the end
of the summer, even if it meant sleeping or even taking a bath
in them.  I wasn't showing my bare butt off to anybody else as
long as I lived!!!

The fireflies were coming out just as I headed for the front
porch.  On any other night I might have burned up my remaining
energy chasing them.  That night, however, I was whipped.  I
also had my soon-to-be-returning family to worry about.  I
glanced wistfully at the tiny yellow lights flickering about
the graying yard and I slowly headed up the porch steps.  It
isn't that dark, I thought to myself.  For a split second I
grinned as I imagined myself running butt-naked after
fireflies, clad in little more than my improvised fairy
costume.  

And that, dear reader, is when I ran into my Aunt Margaret.


       Chapter Nineteen   My Shameful Secret Revealed!


There she was, looking like a country version of Maureen
O'Hara, my beautiful Aunt Margaret, standing at the top of the
steps, a cool drink in one hand and a lit cigarette in the
other.  Oh, yeah, and the biggest, brightest, most scariest
smile on her movie star face you could imagine.  

And there I was, her twelve year old nephew, ashamed,
terrified and naked as a newborn baby.

Darn it!  I was afraid something like this was going to
happen.  I glanced over at the garage and, sure enough, there
was my aunt's sedan.  I must have missed it, sitting there in
the dark.  Stupid Sheila!  Stupid car!  Stupid me!  Singing at
the top of my voice, my fingers in my ears, just like my dumb
ol' cousin told me, I hadn't heard a thing.  How could I be so
stupid, stupid, stupid!!!

"Well, hello there, honey!  You're looking awful pretty
tonight.  Are you done with your little show?  Nana wanted to
hear you sing that cute song again.  Maybe you can do it for
her when you see her in a few minutes." 

I about had a heart attack!  I mean, I was already in a panic
just from getting caught in my birthday suit.  But I didn't
think ... I couldn't imagine ... oh, geez, the last thing in
the world I needed was for an adult, any adult -- especially
my Aunt Margaret or my grandmother! -- to hear me singing that
stupid fairy song! 

"How could we miss it?" my aunt said with a laugh.  "Even if
we tried, there was no way your grandmother and I could have
gotten into the house without seeing ..." she paused and
grinned, "or hearing everything.  It was all quite precious."

"That wasn't supposed to happen." I hung my head and pouted.

"My goodness, I'm not even going to ask what WAS supposed to
happen!" she exclaimed.  I felt her hand touch my chin.  I
looked up to see a mischievous smile and twinkling eyes.  "Oh,
don't fret, sweetie.  Nana and I aren't mad or anything.  In
fact, we rather enjoyed your little show." 

Darn it!  After all the trouble I'd gone through, as careful
as I'd thought I'd been, I still got caught red-handed.  Or
maybe red-faced is more accurate.

"What in the world is all this about, anyway?  We could hear
you singing something about fairies ... and kissing boys? All
sorts of silly stuff that I would have never figured you for." 
My aunt looked me dead in the eye as she took a sip of her
drink.  She then nodded toward my nude body.  "Is this some
sort of little game you're playing?"

All I could do was nod my head and shrug my shoulders.  She
shot me a suspicious glance.

"Come on, 'fess up.  Did those girls have something to do with
this?  What happened, did you lose a bet or something?  Was
Chrissy in on this, too?"

"Um, Chrissy?" I whispered.  What the heck was she talking
about?

"You know, Chrissy?  Christopher?  The boy you went
skinnydipping with the other day?  Don't look so shocked. 
Sheila and Pam told us all about catching you two down at the
creek.  Wasn't he with you today?"  

"Skinnydipping ... um, oh, yeah, the other day ....  No, Chris
wasn't ... isn't here."  

I looked down at my bare feet.  My time with Chris seemed so
long ago.  I cleared my throat to speak.  

"You, um, you weren't supposed to see me that day, either, you
know," I said softly.  

"I figured as much.  You looked scared to death when I caught
you.  Cute as a button, but scared to death."

I cast a shy glance toward my aunt and blushed.  I cleared my
throat again.  

"What all did ... did they say?  The, um, girls, I mean."

"About what?  Oh, you and Chrissy swimming naked?  Only that
you looked pretty silly.  Not much else."  My aunt gave me a
hard look. "Why?  Is there something I ought to know?"

Now it was my turn to shrug.  "Um, not really.  We got teased
some, by the girls, I guess.  They were kinda mean to us."

I blushed some more, if that was possible.  Technically I
wasn't lying.  Depending on how you defined "teased," of
course.

"Well, that's to be expected.  Sheila and Pam can both be
pretty feisty sometimes.  Maybe even a little bossy.  I
suppose they get that from me, and I get it from your mean ol'
grandmother."  There was that hard look again.  "Is that why
you looked so scared when I caught you?  'Cause the girls had
been teasing you?"

"I guess so."

"Well, I'm sure it wasn't all that bad.  Having a couple of
pretty girls picking on you can sometimes be fun, don't you
think?" 

My face was as red as could be.  "I guess," I whispered
hoarsely.

My aunt looked around the yard one more time.  "So you're
telling me that cute little Christopher isn't running around
out here naked, too?  That's unfortunate.  I'd kind of like to
see that," she said with a laugh.

I crossed my fingers behind my back.  "Um, no ... it's just
me."

Taking a slow drag from her cigarette, Aunt Margaret ran her
eyes down my body ... and smiled a mischievous smile. 
Blushing like crazy, I glanced down at my nudity and squirmed. 
I couldn't believe it!  I had another doggone erection!  I
resisted covering myself and tried acting as nonchalant as
possible.
 
"Oh, don't even bother trying to hide anything, honey. 
Remember, I used to change your diapers, so I've seen
everything you've got.  Nana, too."

She smacked my hands away.  After all I'd been through that
day, I didn't resist.  There was that coy look on her face
again. 

"That's better.  Let it bounce around.  It looks like you're
playing with yourself when you put your hands over it."

"Sorry," was all I could think of to say.

"Well, don't worry about it.  First things first.  From what I
see of the yard, you really ought to go back down and clean it
up some before you do anything else.  Then after you're done
you can come inside.  If you want to, that is."  She peered
into the falling darkness.  "Too bad Christopher isn't here. 
I know you two usually have a lot of fun together.  He could
have helped clean up this mess."

My aunt sure seemed obsessed with the idea that Chris might
have been with me that day.  That really bothered me.  And
while I was dying to know what the girls had blabbed about
catching us skinnydipping down at the creek, I sort of didn't
want to know the truth about that, either.  I was just
grateful she wasn't asking about Brandon!  

For a brief instant I wondered what would have happened had
Nana and Aunt Margaret caught me with either Christopher or
Brandon, naked ... and doing something naughty like kissing
... or worse.  I was suddenly overwhelmed by the desperate
urge to run into the darkness and never come back.  

Feeling kinda of sick, I pleaded with my aunt.  "Aunt
Margaret, can't I please get dressed before I clean up the
yard?  Please, oh, please?  Can I?"  

"No.  You cannot.  What did I say for you to do?"

"To ... to go pick up the trash and stuff."  I sniffed.  "But
I didn't make the mess."

"So you say.  I'm not sure exactly what you've been doing.  I
do know that you're going to clean up this yard, though.  It's
almost too dark as it is.  Hop to it before you make me do
something you'll regret.  Now!"

This was weird.  I mean, it was like a rerun of my worst
nightmare.  Why in the world was I standing on my
grandmother's front porch in my birthday suit arguing with my
mother's sister? The only thing missing was a crowd of
grinning schoolgirls and a spotlight, and my humiliation would
be complete.  I bit my lip and then I shrugged my naked
shoulders.  

"Um, can I PLEASE go put on some ... some clothes first,
please, Aunt Margaret?  Pretty please?  It ... it won't take a
second."

My aunt shook her head.  "I've had my say.  You've lasted this
long, honey ... a few more minutes won't hurt you."

"But ...."

"No arguments!  I want you to come here.  Do as I say ...
RIGHT NOW!!!"

I did as I was told.  From the top of my head to the tips of
my toes, I was blushing bright red as I stood naked before my
aunt.  She looked so tall, so formidable, standing there in
her go-to-town dress and lipstick and heels.  Shivering in my
twelve year old birthday suit, I absolutely regretted the day
I was ever born.  

I cringed as she raised her hand toward me.  But instead of
the expected, slap she reached down and gave me the most
condescending pat on the cheek.  I felt like I was five years
old.

"I'm not the one who got himself in this mess, honey.  You
did.  Stop being such a little crybaby.  It's not the end of
the world."  

Geez, there was that word again: crybaby!  She was her
daughters' mother, all right!  I guess she was right ... they
did get their meanness from her.

"Now, do as I say, or I might have to bend you over my knee. 
And I can swing a pretty fierce hairbrush.  You don't want
that, do you?"

"Um, yes, ma'am.  I mean, no, ma'am, I don't."  

Boy, was I ever confused!  Feeling foolish, I scampered back
down the steps and did as I was told.

What a job!  It took me forever to round up all the disposable
stuff, the paper plates, the used napkins, food scraps and
such.  Those girls had even gone as far as to shred up their
paper plates, making it doubly hard to clean up all the
pieces.  Then I had to run everything down to the trash barrel
out behind the old shed.  

Moving the washtub back out to the barn was too much,
considering I was already worn to a frazzle.  With darkness
coming on I tugged and pulled on that metal monstrosity
forever, banging my bare toe -- again! -- in the process. 
After having drug it all the way down to the barn I lamented
the long walk back in the twilight and having to face my aunt.

"Now, see, I told you so." 

She pointed at my hands, arms and legs.  I was surprised to
see them smeared with dirt and filth, either from getting down
on the ground to pick up all those little pieces of paper or
else dragging that old washtub around.  

"See how nasty you would have gotten your clothes if you'd had
any on?  It's a good thing you were naked, or you would have
ruined a perfectly good pair of pants and a shirt."

"I guess so," I mumbled sullenly.

"Believe it or not, I know what I'm talking about sometimes. 
Now, go over to the well and wash yourself off.  Hurry up! 
It's getting dark out."

I did as I was told, feeling foolish in the process.  My aunt
watched me closely the entire time, as though she was my
babysitter or something.  I had to rinse myself off at least
three times before I passed her inspection.  The cold water
was chilly against my bare skin, but it felt good to be clean
at long last.

"Good boy," Aunt Margaret said when I was finally done.  She
reached over and pat me on the head like I was her pet poodle. 
"Just think, if Chrissy had been here to help you'd have
gotten done a lot faster.  Now, why don't you go help Nana? 
She's in the kitchen fixing us a snack."

"Now can I get dressed?" I begged.  "Please?"

"What did I just say?  Absolutely not!" I blushed bright red
as a hard SMACK!!! was applied to my bare butt.  "We're not
through with you, young man.  You have some serious 'splaining
to do.  Until then, get in there and help your grandmother!  I
swear to goodness, what on earth is wrong with you?  Are you
deaf or something?"

OW!!!  Darn it, my Aunt Margaret hit my butt again, really
hard this time, hard enough to make me squeal like a girl!  I
hurried inside before she decided to spank me a third time.

I remember walking through the living room and looking
longingly toward the upstairs.  I was dying to run and put on
some clothes, but I knew better than to disobey my aunt.  

Nana was busy working in the kitchen, just as I'd been told. 
I shouldn't have been surprised to discover that my
grandmother was just as amused, if not delighted to see me in
my birthday suit.  A powerful, heavy-set woman with an impish
smile, she knew I was in a bind and she was loving my every
misery.  After giving me a careful look up and down, she
started in on me with the most sarcastic, sugary sweet voice,
the kind that made me feel like a complete idiot.

"Well, there's my pretty fairy now.  Hello, pretty fairy!  Are
you coming in for the evening, pretty fairy?  Would you like
some ice cream, pretty fairy?"

Well, crap!  If I had any doubt about her hearing me sing that
stupid fairy song, it was gone now.  I felt so stupid,
standing in the middle of the kitchen, stark raving naked,
with my grandmother smiling a huge smile of approval.

"I really think you're on to something there, darling.  You
look so-o-o-o adorable like that.  I would have never pictured
you as a pretty fairy.  Maybe we ought to keep you like this
the rest of the summer."

"Sounds like a wonderful idea to me," agreed my smiling aunt. 
"It would make doing the laundry easier."

Nana over my shoulder and then back at me.  "Where are your
little friends?  Didn't you invite them inside?"

Aunt Margaret shrugged.  "I looked, but nobody else is around. 
I figured his little friend Chrissy was with him, seeing how
they like running around with their butts hanging out.  But
David was the only one out there."

My grandmother looked puzzled.  "You mean Christopher wasn't
here today?  That's odd.  I thought you boys went and did
everything together."

I sighed.  "Aunt Margaret, Nana, I promise, Chris wasn't here! 
Honest!  I haven't seen him since ... since ...."

"I think the girls scared him off," my aunt explained.  "The
other day, when they caught the boys skinnydipping, they
apparently teased them some.  You know how Sheila and Pam go
overboard sometimes.  I think Chrissy got his feelings hurt."

"That's too bad," Nana said with a sigh.  She gave my naked
body a slow stare.  "I thought for sure he was playing with
David all day today.  It sure would explain a lot." 

For a few minutes both Nana and Aunt Margaret made a big deal
over me, commenting not just on my nudity, but on my girlish
hair and flowery fashion decorations as well.

"My goodness, you certainly did a good job on your hair,
David.  The flowers were a nice touch.  I also like your
little bracelets.  They're very sweet."

Stupid!  I lamented as curious fingers toyed with my feminine
adornments.  I forgot all about that stuff!  No wonder they
think I want to be a fairy!  Geez!  Stupid girls!  Stupid
Becky!  

"Did you do all this yourself?" somebody, I don't know who,
asked.

"Um, no.  The, um, girls did most of it," I confessed.  "I
braided some of the flowers, though."

"No kidding," commented my aunt.  "You did a good job.  Maybe
I'll let you do some for me tomorrow."

I sighed.  Why couldn't I keep my big mouth shut?  Stupid,
stupid me!!!!

"And what is that fragrance?" Aunt Margaret sniffed the air,
then me.  "Are you wearing perfume, sweetie?"

"Um, I guess.  One of the girls sprayed me with something
called 'White Shoulders.'  I guess that's a perfume."

My aunt put her nose against my throat and inhaled.  The
sensation caused me to nearly swoon with fear.

"I never smelled perfume on a boy before," she said.  "I kind
of like it."

Nana tugged at the chain around my neck and frowned.  "I see
you're wearing my old pendant, sweetie.  That's not something
I'd have thought a young boy would want to wear.  Where
exactly did you find it?"

I shrugged.  "The ... the girls gave it to me to wear.  You,
um, want it back?"

Nana thought for a moment.  She then smiled and shook her
head.  "Oh, that's all right.  I remember now.  Pam had it
last.  I think she said something about taking pictures of
it."  

When in doubt, shrug your shoulders.  Which is what I did.

Nana gave me a studious look.  "Well, you can borrow it for as
long as you want.  Just be careful with it."

I reached around to take the girlish necklace off.  "Please,
Nana, I really don't want it ... you can have it back."

My Aunt Margaret laughed.  "You really ought to keep it,
sweetie.  After all, you don't have a whole lot else to wear. 
That's the only thing keeping you from being completely
naked."

I looked at the two women in their pretty dresses and blinked. 
A familiar tingling caused me to look down at myself.  Yep, my
stupid penis was still erect.  

"This isn't naked?" I remember thinking to myself.  

Nana smiled.  "Your aunt's right, sweetie.  You look rather
nice with your little fairy necklace on.  Rather pretty, in
fact."

"I don't want to look pretty," I whispered hoarsely.  "And I
don't like fairies."

My aunt shook her head and laughed.  "Too late for you to be
saying that, little fairy!  Way too late!"

"I can't help it," I sniffed.

Nana quickly changed the subject back to my encounter with the
girls.  

"Shush, you two.  I'm not through with my questions!  So,
sweetie, the girls saw you like this today, did they?  I knew
they took some pictures of you and Christopher swimming in the
creek the other day, so I'm not surprised.  Tell me, did Pam
take any pictures of you wearing my little pendant?  I'd love
to have one for my album."

I blinked.  "I guess she took a couple of pictures.  Maybe.  I
dunno."  

I couldn't remember for sure because I couldn't believe what I
just heard!  My cousins showed Nana and Aunt Margaret pictures
of Chris and me naked?  Doing what? I wondered.  This couldn't
be good.  This couldn't be good at all.

"What, uh, kinda pictures did, uh, Sheila and Pam show you?" I
asked shyly.

"You haven't seen them?  They're wonderful!"

Nana drug me into the living room and got out her photo album. 
I was both horrified and relieved to see no more than four or
five black and white photographs, all very well done, by the
way, of Christopher and me having a typical day of summer fun
in the water.  In most of the pictures we were either swimming
or sitting on the rocks or just standing around looking
foolish.  There wasn't much nudity, just our bare butts in a
couple.  I was surprised to see that each photo showed us
laughing and smiling; there wasn't a single tear in sight.  

Which was NOT how I remembered that day.

Aunt Margaret tapped me on the shoulder and smiled a bright
movie star smile.  

"I especially like that one," she said with a raised eyebrow. 
"It's rather lovely, don't you think?"

It figured.  My aunt's favorite photo was the one that
bothered me the most.  In it, Christopher and I had our arms
around each other in a close embrace, our faces cheek to
cheek, too close for comfort in my grief-stricken mind.  If
you thought about it, the only way we could have been in that
pose to put us belly to belly,  which I remembered all too
clearly being the case.  I about died when I realized what I
was looking at!  

Thank goodness, Nana didn't think much about that one.  Boys,
of course, just didn't hug on each other like that, but all
she said was, "You boys, you're always wrestling and clowning
around.  Not a serious thought in your little pumpkin heads."

Aunt Margaret, on the other hand, only repeated that she
thought we looked sweet.  Her eyes, however, smiled at me the
same way her daughters smiled at me.  I quickly turned away,
closed my eyes and tried to think of something else.  

"You guys had a lot of fun that day, didn't you?" my aunt
said.  I shrugged.  It was more statement than question, so
there was no use answering.

The only good thing to come out of this particular encounter
with my family was that Nana was serving up a huge snack for
us.  Good thing, too, since I was pretty much starved.  There
was a big plate of cookies and several dishes of homemade ice
cream.  Still naked, I had to help fetch everything, of
course, carrying a series of trays -- one with the ice cream
and another with the cookies and another with cold mugs of
root beer -- out to the front porch.  

"Have a seat, please, sweetie," my aunt bade me, pointing to a
nearby chair.  She took a seat opposite me.  I remember
gasping as the cold wicker shocked my bare bottom.  At least
sitting down I was able to hide my now-fully erect penis
between my legs.

"Go ahead, get started on your ice cream.  You can have more
if you run out.  Nana will be back in a minute." My aunt's
voice was as matter-of-fact as it could be.   "She had to go
to the bathroom."

"Okay."  For some reason I didn't feel hungry.

Aunt Margaret smiled.  "Maybe you want to invite Christopher
over.  We can do that, you know.  We've got plenty of ice
cream.  We could invite him to spend the night if you like."

"Um, not tonight.  I don't feel like it."

"Why not?  You're still friends, aren't you?  I just know he'd
love to come over and see you again."

My aunt's eyes strayed from my face to my naked body.  I could
feel my face and neck turning red.

Shoot!  What the heck was I supposed to say in a situation
like this?  What could I say?  Not much, I guess.  I took a
bite of ice cream, thinking that would calm me down.  

Wrong!

Dammit!  Of all things, it was chocolate!  And as you well
know, the last time I tasted chocolate was when I kissed
Brandon on the dick!  

Oh, man, can't anything go right ...?

I squirmed around a bit and smiled a weak smile at my aunt.  I
coulda sworn she was reading my mind.


            Chapter Twenty   A Feminine Conspiracy


And so, I was just kinda sitting there, stirring my spoon
around in the bowl and pondering my fate when the porch light
came on and Nana showed up.  I blinked.  I was hoping to go
inside soon, but it didn't look like we were going anywhere
for a while.

"Well, hello, angel," Nana gushed brightly.  "Did I miss
anything?"

Aunt Margaret took a drag on her cigarette and grinned.  "Not
really, Nana.  We're just having a nice little chat and a
snack."

Nana sat down next to her daughter, picked up the tray of
cookies and offered me one.  I took it, but for some reason I
didn't feel too hungry.   Instead my stomach felt kinda
queasy.  Maybe Samantha and Becky were right after all; maybe
I was pregnant after all.

"Uh, I don't do this kinda thing much ... I mean, not normally
...." I stammered.

"What kind of thing, darling?" Nana interjected.  Her voice,
like my aunt's, was low key and strangely calm.

I felt my heart racing.  "Um, you know," I mumbled.  "Just
this stuff ...."

She gave a questioning look.  "No, I don't know, honey.  What
kind of 'stuff' are you talking about?  Speak English or don't
say anything at all."

I swallowed, again.  Looking down at myself, I thought about
how stupid I  looked.  There was nothing I could say to make
things better, only worse.

"I ... I mean, you know ... playing 'fairies' I guess."

"Playing 'fairies?'"  My aunt raised an eyebrow.  "I didn't
know twelve year old boys played 'fairies'.  Why in the world
would you want to do that?"

"Oh, Margaret, hush.  If the boy wants to play 'fairies,' then
let him!  How do you play 'fairies,' dear?" my grandmother
encouraged.  "Is that why you were running around outside in
your birthday suit?  And singing all those silly songs?  Is
that how you play 'fairies'?"

"I guess so.  I ... I was just ... goofing off.  There's
nothing to it, I promise!  It's a long story."

Aunt Margaret smiled.  "It can't be that long of a story.  And
if there's nothing to it, then I'm sure you won't mind sitting
here and telling us all about it.  Is that what you and
Christopher were playing down at the creek the other day? 
'Fairies'?"

"Yes, tell us," my grandmother added with a smile.  "We're all
ears, sweetie.  Tell us all about it!"

My face turned red again.  "Um, well, okay .... no, the other
day, um, Chris and I, we were just swimming in the creek.  You
know, it was really hot out, so we just went swimming."  

"I see," my aunt said.  "With no clothes on."

I blushed.  "With no clothes on," I said.

She didn't look convinced.

"And, um, today, well, it was hot out again ... and I ... well
.... um, I was working in the garden and ...."

"With no clothes on," my aunt said.

I nodded.  "Yes, ma'am.  With no clothes on."

Nana winked.  "Tell me, sweetie, did those girls have anything
to do with this?  Your playing 'fairies,' I mean."

I squirmed in my seat.  "Um, yes, ma'am."

"You don't have to say 'um' every time you open your mouth,
sweetheart."

"Um ... I mean, yes, ma'am."

The two women looked at me for the longest time without saying
a word.

"Well," Nana said with a hint of impatience, "did they? 
Answer me!"

"Did they ...? Oh ..." I was so nervous, I forgot the
question.  I thought for a second.  How much did I want to
tell her?  Not much, I figured.  On the other hand, I knew
from harsh experience you didn't lie to either of these two
women. 

 "Um, I guess they did.  The ... the girls, I mean.  They
probably saw me, I guess."  

"They PROBABLY saw you?" Aunt Margaret said skeptically.  "You
said a few minutes ago they saw you and took your picture."

"Um, I guess they did see me," I said weakly.

My grandmother  nodded.  "So they saw you.  Playing 'fairies'
out in the yard, in your birthday suit?  Is that right?"  It
was my time to nod.  "I thought so.  Did anybody else see
you?"

A sudden thrill shot through my entire body as I thought about
the girls and what all had happened to me that day.  I was
chagrined to feel my penis tingling and I clamped my legs
together to keep it from popping up into view.  Too late!  The
darned thing  stood straight up, just like an eager pet vying
for attention.

"I asked you a question," my aunt said sternly.  "Did anyone
other than your cousins see you naked?  Tell the truth."

"Um, I guess," I said, squirming in my seat.  I really wanted
to cover myself, but with both hands occupied with cookies and
ice cream, there just didn't seem to be a way to do that.

A sudden snort from my aunt just about scared me to death.  I
glanced over to see her twinkling eyes peering over at me.

"You can tell us more, okay?  I won't hold you responsible,
and I won't let them know that you tattled.  As long as you
tell the truth," Aunt Margaret nodded to my grandmother and
back again at me, "it'll be our little secret."

Blushing like crazy and with my legs pressed together, I made
my confession.  I told them how I was doing chores in the back
yard, you remember, watering the garden and such, and how
Linda showed up with her little sister and her friends and how
everybody laughed at me and teased me and stuff.   I even told
how I had to serve lunch to the girls while I was still naked. 
In my haste, however, I forgot to tell how I got out in the
yard in the first place.  That might have at least let my
folks know none of this was my idea, but I didn't think about
that until much, much later.   

Talk about being stupid!

On the plus side, I didn't say anything about the whippings or
the ride to town.  Or jerking off.  Or Christopher ... or
Brandon.  Lord, I especially did NOT say anything about
Brandon!  All that was too hard to explain, and I was too
ashamed and afraid of what my aunt and grandmother might do if
I told them everything I did that awful day.  

"Come here, darling," Nana said.  

I didn't dare move for fear of revealing my arousal, so I
mumbled some lame excuse about being comfortable where I was.  


"Please, doll, come closer.  I want to see something."

I sighed.  I carefully got up and walked over to my
grandmother.  I still had the bowl of ice cream in one hand
and my cookie in the other, which did nothing to keep my erect
penis from popping up between my legs and bouncing around as I
walked.  I closed my eyes for a moment and pretended that I
hadn't seen it.  Of course, both women had to have seen it --
they had to! -- but neither said a word.  I know they saw it
... there's no way they could have missed it.  Aunt Margaret
made a coughing sound and smiled, but that was all.  

Taking my wrist, Nana pulled me onto her lap, slipping her arm
around my naked waist.  I shivered as my bare butt slid across
the silk dress that covered her legs; her ponderous breasts
felt like a couple of fluffy pillows pressing against my bare
back.  Despite my twelve year old sophistication I felt very
much a little child in my grandmother's lap.  

"Such a pretty boy.  The flowers in your hair are a nice
touch.   That old pendant really sets off your eyes, too.  I
just can't believe how pretty you look.  Just like a girl."  

"Just like a girl," my aunt agreed.  "Just as pretty as Sheila
or Pam, in fact.  Did Christopher ever see you looking like
that?"

"Um, I dunno."

Now, how was I supposed to answer that without out and out
lying?  Things were difficult enough as it was.  Darn it, if
only Aunt Margaret hadn't seen me sneaking in the house the
other night.  Well, yeah, and if my stupid cousins had kept
their stupid mouths shut.

"I wonder how much they told on me?" I wondered guiltily.  "I
can't imagine them telling the grown ups everything!"

Looking down, I crossed my eyes and tried to focus on the tiny
ceramic fairy hanging against my chest.  Nana wrapped her arms
around my waist and gave me a tight hug.  As I tried to pull
away she smacked me sharply on the bum and pulled me back on
her lap, tickling me affectionately on the belly.

"Please, Nana!" I pleaded.  "I'll spill my ice cream!"

"You better not!" she warned cheerily.  "I don't care how
ticklish you are, this is a new dress.  Don't you dare spill a
drop or I'll tan your behind!"

Nana then ran her fingers down my body.  It was at that point
that I felt something rub across my erection, scraping the
tip.  I winced as I realized my grandmother's hand had touched
me.  On purpose or by accident I couldn't tell.  All I knew
was that it hurt, and it was embarrassing as heck!

"And what in the world is this?" Nana asked, grabbing my erect
penis and giving it a hard tug.

"Nana, no!"

"Oh, hush!"  My grandmother slid her fingers lower and gave my
testicles a firm squeeze.  I can't tell you how weird that
felt!  "I used to play with your little thing all the time
when you were a baby, putting lotion and powder on your little
red bottom.  You didn't complain back then."

Aunt Margaret smiled.  "Of course, he didn't get erections
back then, either."

I blushed even more, if such a thing was possible.  As ashamed
as I was of being seen by my family like this, I was mortified
by the thought of my grandmother touching me below the waist.  

"I can't help it," I whispered.  "I ... it keeps sticking
out."

"Boys and their tallywhackers!  Seems like they're always
causing trouble," my grandmother chuckled.  I winced as she
pulled on the tip once more, this time even harder.  "You
better do something about that or else I'll have to go get my
scissors.  It'll save us all a lot of problems."

Well, that was pretty odd, let me tell you!  I'd never heard
either my grandmother or my aunt say anything like
"tallywhacker" before.  At least now I knew where the girls
got it from.  Plus, I didn't much care for the idea of a pair
of scissors anywhere near my penis, either.

I really wanted down off my grandmother's lap and to get some
clothes on.  When I told her I thought I ought to get dressed,
she sniffed like I'd said something dirty.

"And why do you keep saying that?  You saw fit to run around
in front of a bunch of  girls like this all day today.  I
think you ought to stay like that the remainder of the
evening." She shot me a stern look, dead in the eye.  "Don't
you agree, Margaret?"

"Absolutely."  My aunt smiled, but her voice was dead serious. 
"Nothing wrong with having a pretty fairy running around the
house."

Nana nodded.  "And if there's any argument, I'll make it all
day tomorrow, or maybe the remainder of the week ... or even
longer!  I mean it, sweetie.  I'll drag your little bare butt
to church like that if I have to.  I bet Clara and Agnes would
just love to see our little fairy.  What do you think,
Margaret?"

My aunt took a puff on her cigarette and smiled a wolfish
smile.  "I think Mrs. Johnston and Mrs. Miller would be very
jealous they didn't have a little fairy just like ours," she
said quietly.  "They might even want to steal him away for
themselves."

"Oh, ho, then you'd be in quite a pickle, wouldn't you?"  Nana
laughed.  "Clara would primp and pamper you like a porcelain
doll, and Agnes would work you like a slave cleaning that big
old house of hers!"

I nodded.  For an instant I tried to imagine myself in the
hands of one of my grandmother's old biddy lady friends in my
birthday suit.  As much as I hated my current situation, THAT
would be hell on earth, let me tell you!

"I don't want to do that," I whispered faintly.

 "So don't you go and try my patience, sweetheart.  Test me,
and I'll make you so sorry and I'll not think another thing
about it."

"Yes, ma'am," I replied.  

I took a bite of my cookie.  Well, what else was I supposed to
do?  I couldn't tell if she was serious or just teasing me
about making me stay naked for a week.  Either way, the
thought of running my bare butt around in front of my
grandmother and my aunt and all their lady friends terrified
me!  And so I just sat there, munched my snack and praying for
a way out of this horrible situation.

The stuff really hit the fan when I finally scooted off Nana's 
lap and took my seat back on the wicker chair.  Just as soon
as I did, Aunt Margaret pointed to my grandmother's dress and
scowled.  

"What in the world?  David, did you do that?  That better not
be what I think it is!"  

An awful sinking feeling hit my stomach as I looked over and
saw a dark smudge on Nana's new dress, right where I'd been
sitting.  There it was, a dark brown stain, unmistakably
smeared into the silken print material. 

My aunt shot me an ugly look.  "You are in big trouble, young
man!  I can't believe you did that!  You dirty, dirty boy!"

I was doomed!


           Chapter Twenty-One   It Just Gets Worse 


"Oh, man," I thought to myself.  "I'm really in for it now! 
Nana and Aunt Margaret, they must think I'm some kinda
pervert!"

 I couldn't believe I actually pooped on Nana's dress like
that.  Thinking the worst, I clenched my bottom tight and
prayed for the floor to open up and swallow me whole.   I then
watched with disbelief as my grandmother tugged the soiled
cloth up to her nose and sniffed.

"Mother!  How could you!" my aunt exclaimed.  She shot a fiery
stare right at me.  "Good lord, David, I just cannot believe
you did that!  See what you've done?"

I braced myself for something horrible to happen next. 
Instead, I heard my grandmother laughing.

"Good grief, it's chocolate, Margaret.  Chocolate syrup, of
all things!  What in the world?  Come here, David.  Did you
sit in chocolate or something?"

Stunned and confused, I slid off my seat and shuffled over to
where Nana was sitting.  This couldn't be good.  I mean, how
could it?

"Here, smell this."

My stomach churned as I bent over and put my nose to the ugly
stain.  Even though I already knew what it was -- and how it
go there! -- I felt surprised.   It was chocolate, all right. 
Chocolate syrup leftover from Samantha's ice cream treat. 
From my butt to my grandmother's lovely silk print dress.

"Well?" Nana raised an eyebrow.  I was obviously supposed to
say something.  Instead, I just shrugged.

"I dunno," I whispered weakly.

"Look!" My aunt pointed to the chair I'd been sitting in.  A
similar stain permeated the white wicker.  "He messed in his
seat, too!"

Nana sighed.  "That's nothing a little soap and water won't
fix.  David, sweetie, come over here.  Now turn around and
bend over.  I want to see something."

I did as I was told, as much as I dreaded it.  I mean, as much
as I hated the girls looking at my butt, this was just as bad,
maybe even worse.  My grandmother and my aunt were suddenly
focused on my behind in a way that was terrifying.  To my
shame Nana made me bend over so far I almost touched my knees
with my nose.  It was a miracle I didn't spill the bowl of 
ice cream in my hand.  As if that wasn't bad enough, I could
feel my cheeks being spread and a whiff of air against my bare
skin as though somebody was sniffing me.

"Oh, Nana, please!" my aunt fussed.  "You go too far
sometimes."

"Hush up, Margaret!  It's no different than when he was a
baby.  Here, take David inside and get him cleaned up while I
change dresses.  The child has got chocolate up his butt
somehow.  I'm afraid to ask how it got there."  I winced as my
bottom received a not-so-gentle SMACK!  "I swear, sweetie, if
there is one more thing ... I don't know what I'm going to do
with you.  You are the most peculiar little boy!"

"Yes, Nana."  

What else could I say?

Well, it wasn't the most fun I'd had that day, but it could
have been worse, too, I guess.  Like a little child, I allowed
my aunt to take me by the hand and lead me into the house, up
the stairs and down to the master bathroom.  

Once we were there a towel and a washcloth were produced and
the sink was filled with hot soapy water.  The towel went
across my aunt's lap while the wash cloth was put in the sink
to soak.  I clearly remember laying over her lap as she
scrubbed away at my bottom with the warm, wet washcloth.  I
was so ashamed I buried my face in my hands and tried to
pretend I was someplace else.

"You want to tell me how you got chocolate in here?"  Aunt
Margaret asked for about the hundredth time.  "And don't tell
me you sat in it.  Nana's right, there's no way on earth that
could happen by accident!  What is it, part of your silly
little fairy game?"

"I dunno," I replied from my upside down position.  I mean,
what else could I say?  If I told the truth, there's no
telling what would have happened.  "I promise, Aunt Margaret,
I really don't know how it got there!"

I winced as a hard SMACK!!! lit up my bare bottom.  

"You're lying and you know it.  You've been lying to us all
night!  Well, if I can't get the truth out of you, at least I
can get the chocolate out of you." 

Even bent over her knee like that, I should have seen it
coming.  A wet bar of soap was rubbed in between my cheeks,
and then a bold, intrusive finger pressed against my sphincter
and slid right in.  The sensation was sudden and powerful
enough to take my breath away.  

"Aunt Margaret, no!!!" I gasped desperately.  "Please,
stop!!!"

"Oh, shush!  We have to make sure we get the little fairy's
butt good and clean," my aunt sang musically.  I gasped as she
wriggled her finger forcefully around inside me.  "Besides, I
know a little bit about fairies.  I bet you're enjoying this. 
Really getting a kick out of it, aren't you?"

I didn't say anything.  I couldn't.  I was too busy trying to
keep from squealing like a girl.

After a few minutes of getting poked, Aunt Margaret pulled her
finger out and slapped me on the butt again.  "Just as I
thought.  You're full of dirty nastiness."  

My aunt shoved me off her lap and dug through a cabinet.  I
watched with horror as she pulled out a large bright pink
rubber ball with a scary looking fluted nozzle attached to it.

"What is that thing?" I whispered.  I wasn't sure if I really
wanted to know the answer to that one.

My aunt gave me a frown.  "Don't you worry about it.  You're
in enough trouble now, you're lucky you didn't get a whipping
for what you just did.  Here, get back on my lap," she ordered
without emotion.

Looking over my shoulder I could barely see as my aunt dipped
the nozzle in the sink filled with soapy water.  She squeezed
the rubber bulb and let go.  The sound of the sudsy water
being sucked up was ominous.  It didn't take much imagination
to figure out what was going to happen next.

"This is a douche," Aunt Margaret explained as she spread my
soapy cheeks apart.  "Women and girls use it for keeping their
insides clean.  We're going to see if it works for fairies as
well."

My first reaction was to resist when the nozzle was pushed
against my butthole, but my aunt was expert enough to slip it
in without much fanfare.  I did cry a little because of the
pain.

"It wouldn't hurt so much if you don't fight it," Aunt
Margaret said.  There she was again, reading my mind.  "The
sooner you learn that, the better off you'll be.  Now, open up
so we can get this over with."  

The next thing I knew my butt was filled with warm soapy
water.  Aunt Margaret left the nozzle in a few minutes, which
just about drove me crazy.  As soon as it came out I felt the
need to sit on the toilet, which my tormentor was slow to
accommodate.

"You need to hold it in longer for it to work properly," she
fussed.  "Otherwise we'll be in here all night."

"I can't help it!" I cried.  "I have to go!"

"If you can't hold it I'll have to leave the nozzle in longer
next time."

"I can't help it!  I don't care!  Please, let me up!"

I can't tell you how ashamed I was, plopping down on the
toilet seat and letting loose right there in front of my aunt
like that.  She was as beautiful and as powerful as I was
ashamed and weak.  I just couldn't help it, and for some
reason I knew that was the way it was supposed to be.  

It was going to be a long night.

After finishing up and wiping myself, my aunt insisted on
repeating the process again.  And again.  And again.  I guess
we must have gone through it at least three, maybe four times,
each a bit easier than before, nonetheless embarrassing.  

"You really like this, don't you," my aunt said as she prodded
my bottom with the dreaded nozzle.  "Most fairies do, you
know."

I gasped as the bulbous head slowly slid in and out of my
anus, as though it couldn't decide if it wanted in or out. 
Afraid to say anything wrong, I made a soft mewing sound, just
like a kitten.

Aunt Margaret laughed.  "I knew you liked it, you little liar! 
Why am I not surprised?"

The last time we did this I knew what to expect.  My aunt was
proficient with what she was doing, naturally, moving the
nozzle around and around, in and out, until I loosened up and
gave in completely to her advances.  By then I was practically
empty, judging from the clear, sudsy water coming out of my
butt.  For some reason I found that feeling immensely
satisfying.

After pulling me off the toilet, my aunt had me stand with my
arms stretched toward the ceiling, and she gave me a thorough
once over with the same soapy washcloth she used on my bare
butt.  I remember feeling a giddy tingling inside, a result of
the soap suds that remained in my bottom.  Other than that, I
was clean as a whistle, inside and out!  

Once she was done with me, Aunt Margaret left me standing
awkwardly in the middle of the bathroom as she washed her
hands and hung up the washcloth.  She was about to hang up the
towel when she gave me a strange look.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you, sweetie?  Don't fib!"

I shrugged.  "It was okay, I guess."

She gave me the same look she saved for when she knew I was
lying.  

"Oh, come on, fairy boy.  Tell me you don't love having
somebody play with your little bottom," she sniffed. 

I didn't have to look down to know she was referring to my
erection.  I covered myself with my hands and thought about
running away.

"Did you ever let Christopher play with your bottom? Don't fib
to me!"

"Aunt Margaret!  No way!"

My aunt smiled at me.  "Like I'm supposed to believe that,"
she said cheerfully.

The smiling woman then produced a perfume bottle and spritzed
me all over with it.  I couldn't help but shiver as the cool
mist hit my bare skin. 

"I don't have any 'White Shoulders,'" she explained.  "This
fragrance is called 'Chanel.'  I think you'll like it."

I nodded my head.  Whatever it was called, it was so strong it
brought tears to my eyes.  "This will probably never wash
off," I lamented silently.

My aunt then flipped down the toilet lid and sat down.  

"We need to get downstairs, but first we have to get rid of
your little stiffie, sweetie.  Just because you're all nice
and clean and smelling like a good little fairy, we can't have
you bouncing around like some sort of wild animal all evening.
You heard what your grandmother said.   It looks really
nasty."

"I ... can't help it.  It just does that sometimes."

My aunt smiled.  "I know.  Still, you need to make it go
away."

Talk about somebody getting in your face!  I couldn't believe
what I was hearing!  Surely my aunt didn't mean what I thought
she meant ....

"I'm serious.  Do something about it.  Now.  It's rude and
it's ugly.  Don't mind me.  I'm not going anywhere."

After all I'd been through that day, this was just too much. 
I couldn't help but start crying.  

"It's not going away," a stern voice intoned.  "Go ahead and
fix it.  I won't get in the way.  I'll just watch."

"I can't help it," I said, all choked up.  "It ... it just
does that.  All by itself.  I can't make it stop.  I ... I
don't know how."

Aunt Margaret gave me look of pity.  I hated that look, and I
especially hated being the reason for it.  

"You're kidding me.  You don't know how to make your erection
go away?  Honestly?"

I nodded and then shrugged.  What was I supposed to do, tell
my aunt I knew all about jacking off?

"Boys!  No wonder you're all wild and uncontrollable.  Don't
know nothing!  Well, we can fix that.  Right now, in fact."

I watched with curiosity as my aunt pulled back the hem of her
dress and pat the tops of her thighs with her hands.  

"Come here, baby.  I want to show you something."

I walked slowly toward her, drunk with fear and trembling from
head to toe.  In one long, graceful movement she put her hands
around my waist, spun me around and pulled me onto her lap. 
Her breath was warm on the back of my neck.

"Don't be scared.  This'll be fun. Trust me."

I nodded.  Looking up, I was horrified to see the full-length
mirror opposite where we sat.  It was unnerving to see the
nude child before me, panic-stricken and squirming in the arms
of a beautiful, smiling woman, fully clothed in a dress, high
heels and lipstick.

"Here, I want you to try something.  It'll be strange at
first, but you'll love it.  Trust me ... all little boys do. 
Big boys, too, in fact."

It was at that point that I knew I'd lost control of, well,
just about everything.  I felt my aunt's hands grip my wrists,
both of them, and force my hands up against my face and down
along my naked torso, just like a puppet on a string.  Or
better yet, in chains.  

"Feel good, sweetie?"

I shrugged my shoulders.  As far as I was concerned the only
thing that would have felt good at that moment was the wind in
my face as I ran and hid someplace far, far away.

"If you thought that was nice, how about this?"

The grip on my wrists was painful as my hands were forced down
below my belly.  They hovered for an instant over my erection,
just long enough to make me think about what was about to
happen.

"No, Aunt Margaret.  Please ...?"

The next thing I knew, I was rolling my warm, erect boyhood
between my palms, right there in full view of my mother's
sister.  

"Look up, sweetie.  In the mirror.  See how pretty you are?"

The image before me in the dressing mirror burned into my mind
and is still present after all these years.  Through a veil of
tears I watched the effeminate, fairy-like figure in the
looking glass masturbate freely, squirming and writhing in
self-induced passion.  While the expression on his face was
tearful and numb, the woman looking over his shoulder smiled
with contentment and delight.

"What are you thinking about, my little fairy?" my aunt cooed
as I squirmed helplessly in her lap.  "Kissing pretty girls? 
Or kissing pretty BOYS?"

"No, Aunt Margaret!" I gasped.  I couldn't believe she said
that! "I ... I ... I don't ...."

Her breath was warm against my skin.  "How about Christopher? 
I bet he's pretty in his birthday suit.  Do you ever think
about kissing him?"

"Please, no ...." I whimpered weakly.

It didn't take long for me to make a mess of things after
that.   I remember all too well the sense of shame that swept
over me as the pressure grew and grew ... until it almost
hurt.  And then it was over.  I squirted, all over ... me,
Aunt Margaret's legs, the floor and probably the mirror.  

"You're not done are you?" whispered my aunt.  "Surely not!"

"Aunt Margaret, no-o-o-o ...."

Oh, jeez ... I squirted again.  I squirted so hard I almost
got a cramp.  Seriously.  It really hurt.

"Good grief, sweetie, make a mess, why don't you?" my aunt
said brightly. 

"I ... I'm sorry," I gasped.  That was about all I could say.

"That's all right.  Here's some tissue.  Now tell me, didn't
that feel good?  And look, it's not stiff anymore."

She was partly right.  My aching, withering penis was a shadow
of its former self, drawing up to the size of a button.  It
looked so useless, the tiny mushroom shaped tip peeking out
from my hairless pudenda.  

Despite my aunt's contention, I felt far from good; I hurt and
I was so ashamed, I didn't dare look up as she helped me clean
up.  It was weird watching her get out the soapy washcloth
again and kneel down before me and wash me like I was a baby
who'd peed on itself.  In contrast to her caring, nurturing
manner, I felt so nasty, so dirty... so perverted.  

"Now you know what to do next time that little problem pops
up," my aunt said softly.  I could hardly breathe as she
wrapped her hand around my waist and held me tight and snug. 
"If Nana sees it sticking out like that again, fix it, or else
there's going to be trouble.  Do you understand me?" 

I winced as she gave my bare butt a hard SMACK!  Trapped in
her grasp, I nodded.  She then pressed the palm of her free
hand against my belly and rubbed it, just like you would a
house cat. 

"Stop it, Aunt Margaret!" I fussed, somewhere between a sob
and a giggle.

"Now tell me, what are you going to do next time it sticks
out?"

I couldn't help giggle as she tickled me again.  "Fix it!" I
gasped.  "I'll fix it, I'll fix it!  Okay, I promise! Just
stop tickling me!"

"Then again," she said in a teasing voice, "You could always
ask Christopher to come over and do it for you ...."

"AUNT MARGARET!!!"

I felt like I was in a bad dream as I was drug back downstairs
and into the living room.  It was getting late and Nana had
moved all the snacks inside where we could sit and talk away
from all the bugs outside.  I just sort of stood around,
afraid to do anything that might draw attention to myself.  

"Come here, sweetie," Nana said brightly.  To my surprise she
took my hand and spun me around like a ballerina in a music
box.  "Now this is a LOT better.  Don't you agree?"

I nodded as she gestured toward my shrunken penis.  Looking
down, I winced at how feminine my body looked, smooth and
hairless and vulnerable.  You could hardly see the tip of my
penis peeking from between my thighs, kind of like the way the
little fairy statue looked in my aunt's flowerbed.  With my
privates practically hiding in fear, I knew I looked pretty
ridiculous.  Or, according to my grandmother, ridiculously
pretty.  

"Now this is a beautiful fairy!" Nana said loudly as she spun
me around again.  She laughed like a school girl as I clumsily
followed her lead.  "So pretty and dainty! You even smell like
a fairy!  I think you just became my favorite grandchild,
sweetie.  You keep looking like this and I just KNOW you
will."

I glanced over at my aunt, who was grinning like the Cheshire
cat.  Not knowing what to say, I kept my mouth shut for once.

It felt so weird, being looked at like that by my grandmother
and my aunt.  Heck, it felt weird just being naked in the
living room.  I felt a high coming on, like I was drunk on
alcohol.  Or at least how I imagined being drunk felt.

I did notice Nana was wearing a different dress than before;
this one didn't have any chocolate fudge stains on it, which
was a relief.  I felt my butt tighten up for a moment.  After
my aunt gave me that series of douches I didn't think I had
anything to worry about.  Still, better safe than sorry.

"Sit here on the couch with your Aunt Margaret and me and eat
your treat," Nana said.  "We still have a lot to talk about."

Well, talking with my mother's mother and sister wouldn't have
been quite so bad if I didn't have to say anything.  Neither
my grandmother nor my aunt were content to let me just sit
there and eat my cookies and ice cream.  They were determined
to find out what all happened to me that day; to make me bare
my soul as well as bare my aching butt.

"Now, finish your story, sweetie," Nana said.  "We want to
hear more  about what happened today with you and the girls."

"More importantly" my aunt said brightly, her eyes locked on
my erection, "we want to hear more about that silly song you
were singing when we got here.  I want to hear more about that
'playing fairy' stuff.  And what's all that about kissing
boys?  You're hiding something from us and I intend to find
out what it is."

To make a long story short, I had to go through the whole
story again.  I tried to put the blame on my cousins, but
neither woman bought into that.  Instead, they acted like it
was just fine that I "chose" to run around in my birthday
suit, and they both giggled like teenagers at the thought of
me being confronted by my cousins and their girlfriends.

As far as playing "fairies" was concerned, that one was hard
to explain.  Again, I tried explaining that was mostly Sheila
and Pam's idea, and again it didn't seem to make much
difference to my grandmother and my aunt.  The mere fact that
I went along with such an unusual game was enough to interest
them both.  

As far as the song was concerned, my Aunt Margaret made me
sing it as I sat right there between her and my grandmother. 
Of course, I had to explain all the lines while I was at it,
which was practically impossible to do.  Especially the part
about kissing boys!

"So this talk about kissing boys ... it was a joke, right?" my
aunt said.  She gave me a skeptical look.  "Just part of your
little fairy game, huh?  I don't think so.  You're lying to us
again, aren't you?"

"It was just a stupid song, Aunt Margaret, honest!" I
insisted.  I must have said that a dozen times, but she kept
pushing me.  All that talk about Chris, it was really getting
on my nerves.  Thank goodness she didn't know about Brandon!

"I promise!  Those stupid girls, they dared me to sing it, and
the only way I could get them to leave alone was to do it. 
Believe me, I don't wanna kiss any stupid boys!  I promise!"

Aunt Margaret lit another cigarette and looked at me.  

"I still think you're lying to us, David," she said softly. 
"What about the other day, when you went skinnydipping with
Christopher?  Were you two playing 'fairies' then?  Why would
two boys want to go around naked?"

Before I could say anything that might have gotten me in more
trouble, Nana stepped in with,  "Oh, Margaret, hush up.  Can't
you see you're embarrassing the poor thing.  He'll tell us all
about his little secret when he's good and ready, won't you
dear?"

I shrugged and  nodded.  "I guess."

My grandmother smiled.  "Good.  Now, is there anything else we
need to know, sweetie?"

I took a deep breath.  I'll never understand why I said this
next part.  I guess I just figured I better say something.  I
don't do that anymore.

"Um, the girls, they always made me do a little dance whenever
I sang that song.  It was kinda stupid, but I did it anyway. 
I don't have to do that, too, do I?"

My grandmother and aunt looked at each other and then back at
me.

"There's a dance?" my aunt asked.  Like an idiot I nodded. 
"By all means, put your snack down ... you can eat later. 
Now, let's see it.  Come on, the whole thing, song and dance,
from beginning to end!"

"Do I have to?  I really don't want to."

Nana produced the switch she'd brandished out on the back
porch.  "David, sweetie, don't be argumentative.  Do you want
me to use this?"

Putting down my cookie and root beer, I sighed the sigh of a
condemned man.  "No, ma'am."

"Then please do as your Aunt Margaret asks."

Not knowing what else to do, I stood up and went through the
entire routine, singing that stupid little song  and doing
that stupid little dance, complete with all the girly ballet
moves my cousins taught me.  Aunt Margaret and Nana both
thought it was pretty funny, of course, no matter that I felt
like a complete fruit the entire time. 

"Very nice, David, sweetie."  Nana's eyes sparkled with
delight.  "Would you do it again for your old granny? 
Please?"

Of course I did.  What the heck ... I'd already made a fool of
myself.  This time when I did it I added some stuff I left
out, and I probably stumbled a little less.  Aunt Margaret and
Nana seemed impressed.  They insisted I do it a third time,
which turned out better than the first two.  Little did I know
they'd ask me to the very same dance in the very same room the
very next day..

I had enough to worry about right then, of course.  The worst
part of all this, of course, was being naked in front of my
mother's mother and sister.  It just didn't seem right, but
that didn't matter.  Trapped in my birthday suit, prancing
around barefoot on my grandmother's hardwood floor, I couldn't
hide anything from them!  My secret shame was exposed, and I
was suffering for it.

I said a second ago the worst part of all this was being naked
in front of my relatives.  That's only partly true. The worst
part was getting another erection in front of my grandmother. 
Well, my aunt, too, for that matter.  It seemed that in the
course of doing that stupid dance I somehow got a little
excited.  Don't ask me how or why, but it happened.  I'd have
thought for sure I didn't have anything left, after all I'd
been through, I mean; I guess that was just part of being a
healthy twelve year old boy.  

Anyway, I honestly tried to get my stupid penis down out of
sight between verses but it kept popping back up from between
my legs as I danced about on my tippy-toes.  Judging from her
grin Aunt Margaret didn't seem to mind, thank goodness!  Nana,
on the other hand, kept looking down at it with a grimace that
sent a chill down my naked back.  For some reason I couldn't
help but think of Sheila and her switch.   

Oh, and the scissors.  Let's not forget the scissors!

"David, come here right now!" my grandmother fussed when I was
done with my dance.  "What did I tell you? If you can't keep
that thing out of my sight, then get rid of it!"

"I'm sorry, Nana," I whimpered.  "It just did it on its own
...."

"Really, honey, you looked so cute a few minutes ago ... and
now, well, that ... THING ...  makes you look so ugly.  I
swear, if we could just get rid of those nasty little things
boys would be so much better off!"

"Nana, honest, I can't help it!  I'm sorry!  I promise!"

"Sorry doesn't cut it, young man!  Remember what I said
earlier?"  She made a scissors gesture with her fingers. 
"Either make it go away or 'snip-snip'!"

"Nana, no!"  I looked over at my aunt.  She just took a sip of
her drink and shrugged.  

"Don't you look at your Aunt Margaret for help, young man! 
You're the one who got himself in this mess.  Get rid of it
... NOW!!!"

I looked from my aunt to my grandmother, who was still making
that silly 'snip-snip' gesture.  I couldn't believe this was
happening to me.  Slowly, reluctantly, I placed my hands
between my legs, enveloped my boyish erection ... and proceed
to jack off, right there, with my two closest adult relatives
watching me.

Even if my mother had been there I would have never felt so
stupid in my entire life!

"Ack! Stop that!  What in the world do you think you're doing,
you little heathen?  Stop it right now!"

"But ... but I ... I thought ...."

"No, you didn't think!" Nana fussed.  "You weren't thinking at
all!"

"David, really!" My Aunt Margaret looked at me with a broad
smile.  "Not in front of ladies!  What on earth has gotten
into you?  Jacking off in front of your grandmother like that! 
How ugly!"

"Honest, Aunt Margaret, I thought ...  I mean ..." I hung my
head in shame.  "I ... I'm sorry."

"Not as sorry as you're going to be, young man!" Nana fumed. 
"I can't believe you did that!"

Well, needless to say, I'd been set up.  After being coached
on how to masturbate by my aunt, I'd naturally assumed that
was what my grandmother meant whenever she said "get rid of
it!"  I honestly thought I was supposed to jerk off.  

Apparently I was wrong.

For my trouble I got a pretty stiff switching.  Nana grabbed
my wrists, held them high above my head, and pretty much wore
out my bare bottom and legs with the thin tree branch she'd
been carrying around all evening.  A brief pause took place,
just long enough for me to think it was all over and feel the
pain settling in.  Then she bent me over her lap and laid into
me with what turned out to be a hair brush on my bare butt.  I
couldn't tell what it was at first; all I knew was it hurt
like hell!

"And here I thought you were my favorite grandchild!" my
grandmother fumed.

WHAP!!!  WHAP!!!  WHAP!!!  WHAP!!!  WHAP!!!  

"You're going to have to start all over again now, you nasty,
dirty boy!"

WHAP!!!  WHAP!!!  WHAP!!!  WHAP!!!  WHAP!!!  

Relentlessly it went on ... each hit feeling like a hot iron
against my bare skin.  I screamed ... screamed hard and loud
with every hit.  I screamed until I was hoarse and could
barely scream any more.  It was hard to believe my grandmother
could hit that hard, but believe me, she could!

Finally it stopped.  Still bent over my grandmother's lap,  I
sobbed quietly and caught my breath.   I could hear some
whispering between my grandmother and my aunt.  Whatever they
were saying, I knew the future didn't bode well for me, no
matter what happened next.  

"Stand up, little fairy," ordered Nana.  "Let's see if that
got rid of your ugly little thing."

To my horror, my penis was still erect.  Even worse, it was
dripping wet.  I looked at my grandmother's lap.  Sure enough,
there was a wet spot on her dress, right where I'd been
laying.  I braced myself for another beating, but it never
came.

"Oh, that's just great," Nana sighed.  "Two dresses in a row. 
David, darling, I just don't know what we're going to do with
you.  Running around with other boys like naked savages all
day, terrorizing the girls, playing with your privates in
front of your family.  And now you're ruining all my good
clothes.  What am I to think?"  

"I'm sorry, Nana.  I just couldn't help it!"  I sobbed between
breaths.  Oh, trust me, I really was sorry.  Sorry that I'd
even gotten up that morning.  Sorry that I was even alive.

"You can't seem to help much of anything.  Well, we'll have to
do something about that."  My grandmother shook her head.  
"Maybe.  In the meantime, who's going to clean my dresses for
me?  I can't whip you any more, you obviously take some
pleasure in it and I'll run out of things to wear."

I sniffed back my snotty nose.  "I ... I'll do it.  I can wash
it for you.  I promise."

Nana smiled at me.  Kinda.  She then winked at my aunt and
grinned big time.

"That's a good idea.  You can do my laundry in the morning. 
In fact, you can spend all day tomorrow in your birthday suit
doing everybody's laundry.  How's that sound?  That's not too
high a price to pay now, is it?"

I swallowed.  "In my ... you mean, I can't wear no clothes? 
At all?  All day ... tomorrow?"

"That's what I said.  You spent today like that playing your
little fairy game, whatever that was.  Why not tomorrow while
you're working?  In your birthday suit, all day long."

Aunt Margaret smiled and rubbed her hands together.  "I think
while we're at it he ought to help clean the whole house. 
You've got company coming tomorrow afternoon, remember?  David
can make things up to us by being our little fairy maid and
help us get ready.  How about that?"

I suddenly felt very naked.  More naked than I felt all day
long.  

"I don't think that's a good idea ..."

"I do," said Nana.  She put her hairbrush down on the coffee
table.  "I forgot all about Clara and Agnes and the other
ladies coming over.  That ought to be a lot of fun, in fact.  
They wanted to see my roses, so maybe doing some work in the
garden will help get your head on straight.  You can be my
little garden fairy.   How does that sound?"

"It sounds awful!" I sobbed.  After all I'd been through
today, this was not the kind of news I needed to hear!

"Oh, I don't think it'll be awful," Nana said brightly.  "I
mean, you're the one who kept talking about being a fairy."

She pulled me onto the couch beside her.  I gasped in shock as
she sat a fresh bowl of ice cream in my lap.  Despite the
painful cold, I was secretly pleased to see that it was
strawberry, not chocolate.  

Nana kissed me on the cheek.  "I really do think it'll be fun. 
As a matter of fact, I think you'll have a wonderful time! 
More fun than you can imagine.  As long as you do as we say,
of course."

Shivering with cold, I picked up the frozen bowl in my lap and
looked between my legs.  Sure enough, the chilled bowl did
it's job; my poor penis had retreated back to it's hiding
place.  Once again I was a helpless, sexless, flightless fairy
at the mercy of my mistresses.  I looked up at Nana, who gave
me her patented smile of approval.

"Now there's my pretty boy," she said cheerfully.  "See how
adorable you look without that ugly thing?  You're going to
have to keep it under control if you're going to keep playing
'fairies.'  Oh, what fun we're going to have tomorrow! 
David's going to play 'fairies' all day long!  Yay!!!"

"Oh, yeah," I thought heatedly.  The taste of strawberries
sent a wave of conflicting feelings through my naked body.  I
thought for a second about Christopher and then shrugged it
off.  "I'll have fun, all right.  About as much fun as I'm
having right now."

It wouldn't be long before I'd discover just how right I was
....

(to be continued ....)