Beach Embarrassment

By Anonymous

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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One day during the summer between 4th and 5th grade my neighbor's mom, Mrs. Klein, took the day off from work so she could take me and her kids to the beach. I was best friends with Chris who was two years younger than me, we did everything together those days. Anne was Chris's older sister, she was a grade below me, but we were only about six months apart in age.

That summer things started to change in me. I was just starting to find girls a little interesting and not completely annoying. Anne was just starting to develop and her growth spurt was really beginning to take off, which annoyed me because she was now taller than me, even though she was younger than me. She got to go on all rides at the fair, while I would get rejected for some because I was not tall enough. When she would wear a t-shirt, her newly formed nubs would just barely protrude and disrupt her shirt. This new phenomena would constantly catch my eye and spark my curiosity. Growing up, up to this point all the girls that I saw without shirts on looked just like me, flat chested. There was nothing to be interested in. But now that I saw these nubs beginning to develop, I couldn't get them out of my mind, and would constantly think about how I could get a glimpse of this new hidden treasure.

Up to this summer, we would all go out and run around in the sprinklers on those really hot summer days, and Anne would sometimes wear a full bathing suit, but she would also sometimes just come out in shorts with no top. Though this was normal and I could care less because at that point she looked just like me and Chris. Those days were now over, and as hard as I would try, it was impossible to catch a glimpse of Anne's new hidden treasure she had hiding under her blouse. I would try walking into her room when she was changing, but her door would always be locked now. I would suggest she take off her top when we were out playing in the sprinkler, "because it would be like old times". But she was definitely not having any of that. She did not want to share her new protuberances with us boys.

This was driving me more and more mad as the summer went on, but the one thing that would keep me somewhat sane was knowing in the back of my head that during our childhood she had never seen what I had between my legs. I knew she had something I definitely wanted to see. But I had something that she had never seen, and if she wanted to keep her chest a secret, well I would return the favor and keep her from ever seeing my privates. I had three sisters and they had never seen me naked and I had never seen them naked. My parents were very good at giving each of us our fair privacy. So in my mind, Anne was in the same boat I was, she had never seen a boy's privates and was just as curious and frustrated as I was for never having seen what a boy looks like between his legs. Yes, we have all seen babies getting changed, but what was eating at us was the curiosity of what people our age look liked like beneath their clothes.

Anne and I would rarely play solely with each other. I would usually be hanging around with Chris and Anne would be playing with my sisters, but we would occasionally all get together and play together. I was still at the age when girls were still considered disgusting, so whenever we would play together I would try and act macho and tease her. I would pull her hair occasionally, and when we would play tag I would generally go after her, attempting to accidentally place my hand in the wrong place. But unfortunately with all my sisters around and just being nervous about getting in trouble, this never really worked as planned, and these sorts of games would just drive my hormones even more crazy. Though I could tell she liked the attention, and she would catch me taking a peak at her developing chest every now and again. But she would never say anything or call me out on this. At this age, her face was also changing and she was definitely growing into a very attractive, thin, blonde girl next door.

Going to the beach was a rare treat, because it was about a two hour drive to the beach. We were all excited the day before when Mrs. Klein called my parents and asked if I could go with her and the kids to the beach the next day. She suggested my mom pack me a little bag with things like a towel, flip-flops, and my lunch. We packed the car early that next morning. Things were pretty tight in the trunk because they packed so many beach toys and folding chairs. It was me, Chris, and Anne sitting in the back of the car, and we were all having a ball. Even though it was early in the morning my hormones were already raging, Anne was wearing a somewhat tight fitting red tank top and her long blonde hair was pulled back. I would keep stealing glimpses of the forbidden fruit hanging on her chest the entire ride down. I definitely started to get a little stiff between the legs when I heard Anne and her mom talking about the bikini Anne's mom had just gotten Anne. Anne mentioned that she had never worn a bikini before, and her mom said that she was becoming a woman and therefore should start to wear things like bikinis. Now I really couldn't wait until we got there. This was going to be great, an entire day of getting a really good look at the mounds on Anne's chest.

When we got there, the beach had a moderate crowd, there wasn't a cloud in the sky and it was starting to get hot It was going to be a great day for the beach. We unpacked the stuff in the car, and I all of a sudden got really nervous, I didn't see my beach bag! I told this to Mrs. Klein, but she relieved my concern when she mentioned that since the car was so packed she decided to consolidate all of our bags into one big bag. As we were walking to the pavilion to get changed into our bathing suits I was walking behind Anne with Chris. She was wearing small tight white shorts that you could just barely make out her firm butt as she walked, and you could just make out her cheeks gliding by each other. I just couldn't believe the day I was going to have.

When we got to the pavilion we put down all the stuff we were carrying, like the beach chairs and beach toys, and Mrs. Klein asked me and Chris to wait with the stuff while her and Anne got changed into their bathing suits. As they were getting changed, Chris and I were so excited we couldn't just stand there, we started running around after each other playing tag. I was two years older than Chris, so I was a lot more muscular and quicker than he was, but we were great friends and we wouldn't let that get between us. I would slow down a little letting Chris catch me, and then I would go on and chase him.

Anne and her mom came out of the changing room, and Anne's mom jokingly yelled at us and told us to stop fooling around and pick up the stuff so we could make our way to our spot on the beach. I stood there for a second and just stared while my jaw dropped looking at Anne. She came out in her new red string bikini. She caught me looking and said, "What are you looking at?" I picked up the stuff and started walking towards the water. I couldn't get the image of her out of my head. I could finally get a better look at those gorgeous firm rounded mounds that have been teasing me all summer from behind a t-shirt. As we walked, I peaked at the side of her boob which you could see right in front of her arm pit. There was now a little teasing wrinkle in her skin between her armpit and boob, which was caused by her bikini pressing her boobs into here rib cage and her boobs squeezing out the side of her bikini. I found this little bulge of boob coming out from side of her bikini fascinating. I guess up to this point I hadn't been interested enough to notice this on older women. But I surely noticed these new developments in Anne's body. I was really starting to get frustrated trying to keep from getting caught looking at Anne's chest, but at the same time soaking up as much of her as I possibly could. Anne's mom was wearing a one piece bathing suit. She was in her mid forties but she still looked good for a mom. She had large breasts that bounced when she walked. And I noticed this nice line of cleavage that formed on her chest because her boobs were so large they were getting squished together by her bathing suit. I never really noticed these sort of things, but now that I was tuned into the differences in Anne's body, I was also starting to appreciate other women's bodies, like Mrs. Klein. Though this caught my interest a little, I was mostly focused on Anne. I really wanted to know what that flat chested little girl developed into. What did her bare chest look like now, just a year or so ago it looked just like mine.

We finally got to a spot on the beach that seemed to satisfy Mrs. Klein so we dropped the stuff and started setting things up. It was a nice spot, there were a bunch of families around us. Kids were already playing in the water. All I could think about now was getting into the water and going swimming. That's when I remembered that Chris and I hadn't changed into our swim suits back at the pavilion. We had been so excited chasing each other and playing tag that we completely forgot to change into our swim suits. I was bummed because it was a little bit of a walk back to the pavilion and all I wanted to do was go swimming. It was really starting to get hot.

I mentioned to Mrs. Klein that Chris and I had forgotten to change into our swim suits and asked for the bag with our stuff, so we could go back to the pavilion and get changed. Mrs. Klein looked at me a little confused and said to forget about it and just go swimming. Now I was a little confused. What, why would I go swimming in my jeans? I then just walked over to the bag so that I could get my trunks out. I started digging through the bag but I couldn't find me or Chris's bathing suits. I told Mrs. Klein that I couldn't find our bathing suits and again she said not to worry and just go swimming. I was now really confused, and she looked at me like she didn't understand why I was so confused by this. So I asked how Chris and I could go swimming if we couldn't find our bathing suits. Mrs. Klein then explained that since the car was so packed she couldn't back everything, so she left some things at home like the beach umbrella, some inflatable toys, and me and Chris's bathing suits.

I couldn't believe it, how could she leave our bathing suits back at the house? What the heck did she expect us to do? So I was residing to fact that I wasn't going to be able to go swimming this day, and would have to sit there in my jeans in the glaring sun all day. I was now quite perturbed. Again, Mrs. Klein looked at me confused, "what are you guys doing? Aren't you going to go into the water? You guys don't need your suits to go swimming." I said, "What do you mean?" Now I could tell she was starting to get a little annoyed with all this confusion. All the time Anne and Chris stood there a little confused themselves. Mrs. Klein said, "What's the problem? Take off your pants and go swimming. I hope we didn't come to the beach just to stare at the water." I couldn't believe what she was asking me and Chris to do. We couldn't go swimming in our underwear! This would be unthinkable in my family. People don't walk around in public in their underwear. My parents always protected me and my sister's modesty. When I would get changed in the locker room with my mom growing up, she would wrap a towel around my waist to protect my modesty from my sisters and the other women in the locker room.

Anyways, even if I did go swimming in my small tighty whities, I would be completely exposed to everyone when I got out of the water and when my underwear would turn transparent because of being wet. This is absolutely ridiculous. So, I mention to Mrs. Klein that I wouldn't feel comfortable swimming in my underwear, and neither would my parents. She then absolutely stunned me and said, "I don't mean swim in your underwear. Are you crazy, I'm not going to have you sit in wet underwear and also get the car seats wet on the car ride back! I'm saying take off your pants and underwear! Why are you being so difficult?"

At this point I made brief eye contact with Anne. She was just standing there watching this whole thing unfold, I think she was as baffled by this as me. But I could sense the tiniest smirk on her face. She must be thinking about finally getting to see what I had hidden between my legs. She might have an opportunity to win this battle of wills I was having with her. If I can't see yours now that you are starting to mature, then you can't see mine.

I then turned back to Mrs. Klein and told her that I wasn't going to do that and that I'll just sit up on the beach and enjoy the day from my towel. At this point she stood up from her towel and her face was now starting to get red. I could tell that I pissed her off. She stood up pretty abruptly, to the point that a couple of the people started looking our way to see what the commotion was about. She walked right over to Chris and started to unbutton his pants. Chris looked at me and grabbed the tops of his pants and told his mom that it was ok, he was going to hang out with me on the beach, on our towels. Mrs. Klein clearly now had enough, she wasn't going to have these bratty ungrateful kids ruin her day off from work after driving two hours to the beach. She raised her voice and said, "that's enough Chris, you listen to me! You take off your pants now or we're going back up to the car and driving all the way back home." We were now creating a scene and I started to feel really embarrassed because now it seemed like all the families around us were staring at us.

Mrs. Klein then pushed away Chris's hands and in one quick motion unzipped his pants and with a quick jerk yanked his underwear and jeans down to Chris's ankles. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I immediately looked around and all the families were now definitely staring. Little girls were standing there fixated on Chris's genitals. The parents all saw Chris naked and then tried to pretend to continue on in their conversations as if there wasn't a naked boy standing there on the beach. Chris's hands immediately shot down to cover his privates. Mrs. Klein quickly shoved Chris's hands away from his privates and said, "what's the big deal! Chris, you always swim like this when we go to the beach. Why don't you guys go swimming now." I could tell that Chris could sense my uneasiness with the situation, which had caused him to resist a little.

It now dawned on me that in the past, whenever we went to the beach, it was with my parents. This was the first time that I went to the beach with Mrs. Klein. I couldn't believe it, every time they went to the beach with their mom, Chris had to walk around on the beach naked. This was mind blowing to me! Nobody else was walking around naked on the beach, except for a couple babies here or there. I felt so embarrassed for Chris, there he was standing there somewhat awkwardly with his family jewels on display for everyone at the beach to see. You could tell he too was a little uncomfortable with the situation, he didn't quite know where to put his arms. He positioned his body so that his privates were facing the water. This position allowed him to somewhat hide his genitals from some of the people on the beach.

I still couldn't believe what I was seeing. I had never seen Chris naked before. And I was just coming to grasp the fact that all these years, Anne was not naive to the little packages we had dangling between our legs. She had been able to examine every piece of Chris's genitals, from all different angles every time she went to the beach with her mom. I all of a sudden felt a sense of unfairness. All this time I had been dreaming of seeing what girls looked like, I at least had the comfort of mind thinking that at least girls had to deal with the same dreaming of what boys looked like between their legs. But this idea was quickly disappearing in my head. Anne had an intimate knowledge of what boys were hiding in their crotch because she got to see her brother naked on the beach. Not only did Anne get to see this, all the little girls on the beach were treated to the sight of Chris's small, prepubescent, manhood hanging there between his legs. The male genitalia don't have the luxury of the female genitalia of staying somewhat hidden even when the woman is nude. There was no hiding of a boy's genitals when standing. Your privates just sat there perched in your crotch waving in the wind for everyone to see. Like a little flag perched between your legs. And this was all accentuated on Chris because of the fact that his waist was a bright milky white, in contrast to the rest of his summer tanned body. This patch of bright white skin illuminated in the sunlight and drew your focus to that region of his body, and reminded you that normally this region of his body was hidden from the sun. But today it ws on full display.

Even my eyes couldn't keep themselves from taking a look down at Chris's milky white waist, despite how much I mentally tried not to look down at Chris's privates. Even, while mentally trying to direct my focus on any location besides Chris's groin, whenever my eye would catch a glimpse of Chris's milky white waist glairing in the bright summer sun, my eyes were drawn to this bright patch and then focused, like an archer on his target, on Chris's penis. I immediately noticed Chris was uncircumcised. I was circumcised and really didn't know what an uncircumcised penis looked like, besides the uncircumcised penises I saw on babies while they were getting changed. His penis looked weird to me. This long wrinkled piece of shriveled skin, that had a brownish purplish hue to it hung from his penis. I didn't see the prominent head of his penis, like I was familiar on mine. I actually thought it looked a little disgusting or disfigured. But that was just my lack of knowledge of what a foreskin looked like. His genitals were very small and shriveled up between his legs, but his penis was definitely protruding a little from in front of his waist, making sure everyone around could take notice of it. No matter how you position your legs, there is no hiding your prominent manhood. His balls and scrotum were very small and almost imperceptible. One nice thing I realized about having an uncircumcised penis was the fact that at least your penis was a little more hidden. At least your penis head was not out there on display in front of you for everyone to see. At least this extremely sensitive part of your body was a little more discrete.

Most of the parents looked a little embarrassed for the naked little boy, but the girls looked on with interest. This sight was now giving them an edge on all the boys they ever knew. They now could study what boys looked like under their clothes, knowing that there was no way that boys would get an equal opportunity to ever get such a great view of a girl's anatomy. They stood there mesmerized by Chris's intimate parts. I probably felt like the rest of the boys on the beach who saw this spectacle, like there was an injustice going on here. Hey, our hormones are raging, we all know how boys are. All boys can think of is girls, yet this desire which we can't get out of our heads is kept from us. We are never awarded a glimpse of the secrets girls kept beneath their blouses and panties. Seeing a girl naked was such a forbidden fruit that I didn't even think about getting to see a girl's vagina, this was the ultimate forbidden fruit. To us boys, it seemed like all of society was participating in protecting this very portion of the girl's bodies from our eyes. So I had given up even realistically thinking of getting to see a girl's genitals. That was out of the question and I was resolved to never getting to see a girl's vagina. But just a year or two ago, we were all playing in the sprinkler in the yard, and Anne hadn't been wearing a shirt. We were able to see her chest just like she was able to see ours. So this seemed like a new forbidden fruit, which we were able to see in the past. So, I still felt that there was a glimmer of hope that I could get the opportunity to see the blossoming buds on the chest of girls my age. Though I would find out that the window of opportunity to examine girl's chests while playing in the sprinkler had closed in my life. And the thing that stunk the most about this was the fact that at the time I had taken seeing bare-chested girls for granted. I could have cared less. I never really just stood there and stared, and examined the details of the girl's nipples and chest. Yet, the girls on the beach today were getting this very opportunity, to see everything Chris's anatomy had to offer.

I was trying to sort out all these feelings of injustice and double standard that were flying through my head at that very moment. Yet, I felt that I could keep some sense of dignity in knowledge that Chris is two years younger than me. I was bigger and more muscular and developed than he was. At least these girls weren't going to be able to see what a more developed and mature boy like me looked like down there. I was now acutely aware of all the girls around me and their focus on Chris's genitals. I was particularly curious how Anne would react to this whole thing. I guess I had a glimmer of hope that Anne would somehow shield her eyes with her hand or make a conscious decision not to look at her brother's privates. This was the last thread of hope I would have in saving my dream of equality, with respect to boys and girls both not being able to see each other's private parts. But this last fragment of hope was quickly dashed when I noticed Anne, not blatantly staring like the rest of the girls on the beach, but watching her eyes, I could tell she was definitely taking little peaks at Chris's package. She was mentally taking a renewed snapshot of Chris's privates and refreshing her memory of what a boy's private parts look like, which had grown a little fuzzy due to the lack of occurrences. But here was a perfect opportunity for her to soak up every detail of what a male penis and scrotum look like.

At this point Mrs. Klein suggested that Chris and I go swimming now. I reminded her that I wasn't going to go swimming today because I didn't have my bathing suit. At this point I could tell I had really struck a nerve. She stormed over to me and grabbed the waist of my jeans and undid the top button. I looked at Anne quickly, and her mouth was starting open slightly as she gazed at her mother's hand at my waist unbuttoning my jeans. She must have been celebrating in her head. She really might finally be able to see my most intimate of areas. The place she had been dreaming about seeing all these years. And better yet, she didn't even need to try and finagle a scenario to try and catch a glimpse of my private parts. My genitals were on the verge of being displayed right in front of her without any action on her part, as if served on a platter. Her dominant mother was doing all the work for her. She was just sitting back in delight of being so close to getting to see my secret treasure. The thing which I had worked so hard at keeping secret from her, was so close to turning into a reality. I was fully aware of what was at stake and had to take control of the situation fast. I quickly stepped back and pushed Mrs. Klein's hands away. Again all this commotion brought the attention of all the families sitting around us on the beach. I can only imagine what was going on in the heads of the girls on the beach. What a great day to come to the beach! Not only do we get to see one boy's private parts. We are on the verge of seeing an even older boy's private parts too. Chris was borderline on the age where it wasn't acceptable for someone his age to be seen nude in public. I was definitely past this age. In my mind, I was mature and not a little boy. My age should be respected. The girls on the beach may have seen boy's Chris's age once in a blue moon naked on the beach. But someone my age was something they had never seen. I was probably the oldest child at the beach, so every kid seeing me naked would be younger than me.

Since I was older than almost all of the kids at the beach, I was much more muscular and developed than the rest of them. They were very curious as to what a boy my age might look like between his legs. I hadn't hit puberty yet, so I still didn't have any hair down there. But things were just starting to develop. My balls were getting a little bigger, my penis was getting a little more thick and long. I didn't really notice these small changes in my body until I saw Chris naked. I was definitely a little bigger between the legs than he was. I am not saying I was large by any means. I am just saying that I was slightly larger than the penis's the little boys had wagging between their legs at this beach, because I was older and bigger than almost all of the kids on the beach that particular day.

Mrs. Klein's face started to turn red and she lunged toward me, and she yelled, "that is enough young man! Take off your pants! You don't have anything me or Anne hasn't seen before!" She was saying this very loud, so that everyone could hear her words. All I wanted to do was step back again, ask her to calm down a little and keep her voice down, and we can just talk about this. I was really starting to get embarrassed now. Before I could back away, Mrs. Klein unzipped my pants, grabbed the waist of my pants and underwear and yanked them down to my ankles. I tried to grab the waist of my pants to prevent this, but Mrs. Klein did it so quick and with such force that my 11 year old arms couldn't keep my pants from coming down.

I couldn't believe it! I was in a daze. I even think I was a little light headed. I couldn't believe this was happening for real. It was almost like it was a dream. But I had to remind myself that this was really happening, and I was really standing there on a beach naked from the waist down. I reacted quickly by bending down quickly to trying and pull my pants back up. But I quickly found out that that was not going to happen. Mrs. Klein was already working my pants from my feet and I was grasping my jeans to try and prevent her from doing this. We wrestled for a quick second with my jeans as she was working the jeans from my second foot. But that battle was over, she was now walking away with the clothes I've been using to shield my private parts from Anne's eyes. I was now standing there with a shirt on completely naked from the waist down.

In the shuffle of trying to keep my pants up, all I could think about was the battle to keep my dignity and struggle to keep my pants on. The reality was now setting in that, this was for real. And I was really standing there exposed to this entire beach. As I was regaining consciousness and my composure, I quickly remembered Anne. Anne is 5 feet away from me staring at my most intimate of areas. The area that had the parts that made me a man. She had won, she got to see my hidden treasure. There was no reversing time. She had seen all I had to offer. There were so many emotions going through me at this point in time. The embarrassment of all these people getting to see my private parts. Rage and jealousy because I felt it was completely unfair that me and Chris's bathing suits were left at home on purpose, while Anne's and Mrs. Klein's bathing suits were brought. Why did they get to wear bathing suits? More realistically, why did Anne get to wear a bathing suit. She was younger than me. If I could go naked, so should she. This was not fair.

I lost every ounce of dignity at that moment in time. I had built this image around me of a somewhat macho boy that teased Anne. I was athletic, I was good at sports, I had a sense of pride and value about myself. And now everything that I used to show my dominance and create this ora around myself in order to impress Anne and others was now meaningless. There was no need to now try and create the image of my masculinity to try and impress Anne. She was now staring directly at my masculinity. My cover was blown. She could now see that I wasn't some cool jock that wielded all this power. She could now look directly at my shriveled up penis and scrotum hanging between my legs. I had built myself up to much more than what was hanging between my legs, and I had just been exposed. My bluff was called.

I looked down at my penis and I was ashamed. I felt myself beginning to blush. Everyone could now see for sure that I was really embarrassed. My face turned a bright red when I got embarrassed. It was like the Wizard of Oz was now exposed for the small man he really was. Mrs. Klein had succeeded in teaching her daughter a very important lesson. Not to be intimidated my men, just look at the little wrinkled piece of skin helplessly hanging there between their legs. This shriveled piece of skin does not require the respect women often give this hidden area of a man. Men try and inflate their egos and walk around as if we had these huge sausages dangling between our legs, and balls the size of tennis balls. Yet in reality, what men really are, are just people with a small flaccid piece of skin between their legs along with two testicles the size of grapes which turn out to be not areas of strength, but an extremely sensitive, delicate, and weak point in the male anatomy.

I quickly looked down at my crotch. I too had a milky white band around my waist due to this area never being exposed to the sun. My small penis was sitting there in plane sight of everyone on the beach, including Anne. As the sense of humiliation and embarrassment were starting to sink in, I could feel my balls being clenched up to my body and my penis was withdrawing and shrinking deeper into my crotch. My privates seemed like they had a mind of their own. They were on full retreat. My penis was prominent and slightly tilted to the side. It was just hanging there. I could clearly see the head of my penis sticking out in front of me. I then became very aware of the sensitivity of the head of my penis. This extremely sensitive area of my body would spend every waking minute hidden and bundled in my underwear in a nice warm crotch pouch. This extremely sensitive sensation probe on my body was now exposed to the elements. I could feel the sensation of the wind slightly blowing on my little penis head. And I became acutely aware of the sensation of the radiation of the sun hitting the head of my penis along with a slight wind or change in wind direction. I had never felt these sensations on my penis head.

As I looked up from my puny little penis, I became very aware of my surroundings. I immediately looked at Anne. Her eyes looked up from my privates and we made brief eye contact, before she brought her gaze back down to examining my family jewels. I felt so disappointed. I almost wanted to cry. This was not fair. My penis is sitting there dangling between my legs and there is nothing I can do to shelter it from her. I quickly thought about covering it with my hands, but this would definitely announce to the world how utterly humiliated I truly was, and give them even more satisfaction for seeing something I was desperately trying to keep hidden. I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there for a moment. I quickly glanced around the beach and it seemed like all the families were staring at my now exposed penis. The mothers quickly turned away when Chris's penis was exposed to the beach because they have seen plenty of penis's on boys this age. But for me, they stared for a little bit longer. Not every day do they get to see a boy this age completely naked and exposed. The little girls were now fixated on my private parts. They didn't even look at Chris anymore. Most of the girls were Chris's age or younger, they wanted to see what older boys looked like. The fact that most of the girls and Anne were all younger than me, but yet got see my private parts, while their younger, less developed private parts, were kept hidden from me, infuriated me. I almost wanted to run over to Anne and rip off her bikini and yell, "so what, I've seen yours too now". I wanted to uncover her hidden treasure so that she wouldn't have this over me for the rest of our lives (I've seen your penis and you have seen nothing of mine).

Anne was overjoyed with delight. She had to actively keep from smiling in delight. Here she was standing in front of the boy who had been teasing her and hiding his private parts from her, through her entire life. And he was put on full display for her by her mother. She openly stared at his penis and reveled in the moment. She did not know how long this opportunity would last, so she wanted to soak as much up of this as possible. She didn't know if I was going to go running away up to the pavilion. Or if I was going to argue with Mrs. Klein and win my pants back. She needed to get a good look and make a definite mental snapshot. She was somewhat shocked not to see a large penis dangling in front of her. I had put on such an act, that she thought that I must have a large masculine penis hanging between my legs with the way that I carried myself. She couldn't believe that she was so intimidated by this boy who had small somewhat insignificant genitals. She was openly glaring directly at my manhood. As she looked at my penis she noticed that this penis was very different than her brother's penis. She thought my penis looked a little weird because she was used to seeing her brother's uncircumcised penis. She found it very fascinating. She had never seen the head of a penis. She noticed a purplish ring (corona) going around the back end of the head of my penis. She could see my little pee hole. She examined every little wrinkle on my penis. She found my testicles perplexing and interesting. She had no idea how boys could walk around with these hanging balls between their legs. How could they walk, how could they kick a soccer ball with their testicles always flopping around down there? As I mentioned, my testicles had drawn up towards my abdomen at this point, so my scrotum looked small and you could see little ridges in my scrotal sack due to my balls getting drawn towards my abdomen. She was amazed at how tiny my balls were. Chris's balls were hanging loosely between his legs, so it even appeared that Chris even had bigger balls than me. She thought in her head, "gosh Chris even has bigger balls than he has". Instead of just staring from a distance she was very tempted to just step up and feel with her hands what her eyes were looking at. She wanted to feel what testicles felt like. She wanted to feel what a penis felt like. She wanted to see how boys urinated standing up. She wanted to see how sensitive testicles really were. But this wouldn't have been appropriate so she decided against it.

I felt totally defeated and there was no sense in fighting now. First, it would confirm to everyone how humiliated I really was, and secondly Anne had already seen the forbidden fruit. My gig was up. I lost. She was now a witness to all of my manhood, placed on a platter for her to examine. I started pulling my shirt over my head, and for a brief moment my head was in my shirt. It was like I was in my own world. I didn't have to see Anne staring at my penis. I didn't have to see the little girls giggling and pointing at my private parts. I didn't want to leave this private world. I was tempted to just leave my shirt over my head and walk off the beach. I finished pulling my shirt over my head, and there I was standing stark naked in front of Anne and the rest of the people on the beach. As I pulled my head through my shirt I even caught Mrs. Klein sneaking a peak down at my genitals. I couldn't believe it. What a bitch. She had totally abused her power and my trust. And she had the nerve to take a look down at my penis. I even felt like running up to her and pulling down her top and exposing her large breasts and yell, "how do you like it, huh?!. So at least I could see what she was hiding from me. Instead she stood there with her large breasts and slim body enjoying seeing a young boy completely naked from head to toe. She particularly liked the sight of the exposed penis head in front of her. It brought her a secret delight that I was standing there completely and utterly exposed. So exposed, that I didn't even have a foreskin to at least cover my most intimate and sensitive of parts. There it was, my extremely sensitive penis head dangling there in the breeze for the whole world to see. She new that on a young boy like me, all she had to do was brush up against my penis head to get me aroused. She knew the injustice she had done me. She knew how much hormones were running through the body of a boy my age. And she was probably aware of my secret crush on her daughter Anne. And also the secret crush Anne had for me. She saw how I acted like a young adult, with a sense of dignity and respect, and she was successful in reminding me that I was still just a little boy.

Mrs. Klein then said, "well are you guys just going to stand there, or are you going to go swimming." Anne, Chris, and me walked down the beach to the water. The whole time my dangling flaccid penis was flopping around from left to right. Why did it have to draw attention to itself like that. Why couldn't it hide between my legs. Why were we cursed with this piece of hardware between our legs. Anne observed my flopping penis out of the corner of her eye. She could now see first hand, how boys walked with all this stuff hanging between their legs. She loved seeing the two penises flopping around like they were. This was going to be a great learning experience for her. I originally had the idea that this trip was going to be a great experience for me of catching glimpses of Anne's boobs in her new bikini, boy was I wrong. The tables had definitely turned. Now the furthest thing from my mind were the fresh buds blooming on Anne's chest. All I could think about was that I was completely naked in front of Anne. And I felt like my penis was on constant display for Anne on this trip, whenever she would want to refresh the image of what my most intimate and private parts looked like, all she would have to do is look down between my legs. She didn't need to barge into the bathroom when I was taking a bath with Chris. She didn't need to run into my room when I was changing. All she had to do is peer down between my legs. It was dangling right there for her viewing pleasure. She wasn't even being very discrete about staring at my penis. She wanted me to know that, hey, I'm looking at your penis, your most private of parts, and there is nothing you can do. And here she was with this incredible tall thin body, with these blossoming boobs dangling off her chest right in front of me, knowing that she has caught me looking at her growing boobs, but was secure in knowing that there was no way I was ever going to see her most private of areas.

As we walked down to the water, Anne asked me what my sisters were doing today. She asked it with a tone that tried to portray herself as sounding like this was no big deal getting to see my penis, and the fact that she was right now talking to me while I was completely naked and she was completely covered. As if this was not a new and weird situation. But I could get a sense that there was a different tone to her voice now. She was now speaking with more authority. I used to run the show, and dictate which way the conversation went. She was establishing her new dominance in this relationship. She wanted me to know that things have now changed, and that she was no longer the girl I could tease and try and grope while playing tag. She was growing into an attractive woman, she had new blossoming breasts, and had witnessed the disappointing sight of my genitals. I felt myself slipping into this new dominated role, and there was nothing I could do. I would look down and catch a glimpse of my shriveled little penis, and feel a giant sense of disappointment. Why couldn't I have a large sausage penis that demanded respect. Which would cause Anne and her mother's jaws to drop in awe.

We got down to the water, and the water was great. It was such a weird sensation feeling this cool water on my exposed glans. As soon as my foot hit the water, my privates shrunk even more. I didn't think this was possible. I looked down and had never seen my private parts shrink so small. My penis now resembled a little twig between my legs. It felt and looked like my penis had completely withdrawn into my body. Like, I didn't even have a penis anymore. My balls also drew up almost completely into my abdomen. I looked down and couldn't believe that it now almost looked like I had not penis and testicles. They had reduced in size drastically. I guess I never realized how severe this was, because my genitals were always hidden in a swimsuit when I went swimming. I quickly dove into the water, I did not want Anne to see me looking like this. I now looked like I had absolutely nothing down there. What a reality check this whole experience was for me.

We were swimming around, and I could tell Chris was comfortable now with being naked. I guess he had been naked at the beach every time he had gone to the beach with his mom. Me and him started playing tag again like we normally did. The whole time I was consciously staying in water that was above my waist. I was hoping that I would return to a more normal state by the time we got out. Anne was off swimming on her own, but she eventually came over to us and Chris tagged her. I was a little pissed because I really didn't want to play tag with her. I wanted nothing to do with her. She began chasing me and Chris, and we were playing for quite a while. Though during the game I could feel Anne getting unusually close to me and brushing her waist and arms up against my waist. At first I didn't think much of it, but then I noticed it was happening quite often, almost like she was creating these situations where we brush up against each other intentionally. When she would brush up against me her arm or waist would brush up against my penis. She must have enjoyed feeling my little hot dog rubbing against her. I couldn't believe what she was doing. The tables had totally turned. I used to be the one trying to get a grope of Anne's growing boobs, but now here she was trying to get a good feel of my genitals. I wanted to say something like, knock it off. But what could I say. Like I said, she won. My day as king had ended. She was relishing this experience and every time she brushed up against me she would get more aggressive and ambitious. At one point I swear I felt her hand physically groping my private parts. To do this she thought she would need her whole hand, in reality all she would need would be her finger tips, since I was in such a shrunken state. Once she could perceive that all she needed to grab my entire manhood was her fingertips, she must have really felt a sense of superiority. Here, she has these wonderful growing boobs that could probably fit into my palms, and here she was groping my entire manhood with just her fingertips. I had enough of this game, so I stopped playing and just started swimming around on my own.

After a while Mrs. Klein called to us, saying that it was lunch time. I immediately placed my hand between my legs to see if I had returned to my normal size. I couldn't believe it. I was still in my completely shrunken state. How could I get out of the water looking like this? Why do our penises do this to us? Can't they ever cooperate? Chris and Anne were by the edge of the water, so they quickly got out. Chris ran up to where our towels were, but unfortunately Anne stood at the shore line waiting for me. She probably wanted to see first hand the tiny little nub of a penis she was groping at. I knew her intention and took my time swimming back to the beach, but Mrs. Klein yelled again asking me to get out of the water and come up to our spot on the beach. Crap, what am I going to do? Before, I thought it was below me to put my hands down to try and block the view of my genitals. But now, in this shrunken state, it was all I could do to try and keep any sort of sense of dignity. I mean, I looked like a little baby down there at that moment. As I stepped out of the water I glanced down between my legs, and my fears were confirmed. I was the size of a tiny thimble. What the hell! I dangled my arms so that my hands hung around my crotch blocking the view of my little member. As I walked up, I tried to avoid Anne, but she walked over and met me on shore. At this point, she was not apprehensive about openly staring between my legs as I walked towards her. Once I saw her eyes at my crotch I couldn't even bring myself to hold my head up. I walked up the beach with my head hung low. I didn't want to make eye contact with anyone. This was completely humiliating.

Anne was stunned at how much the size of my genitals had shrunk. She has seen how our little penises flopped around as we walked. She now new how our privates would shrink when cold. She was learning all the little secrets us boys had about our private parts. And yet, I didn't know any of the little details girls had with their private areas, let alone know what their private areas even looked like. I almost felt like, why not just flop my genitals into Anne's hand so that she can just learn every little thing there is to know about a man's private parts. My hand interference was not interfering with Anne's examination of my shrunken manhood. Her mouth almost dropped when she saw that I carrying almost nothing between my legs now. I just wanted to cower and walk with my privates hidden tucked away between my legs. She was wondering, where did it all go? How could it just basically disappear like that? She thought, this creature that boys carried between there legs had many interesting quirks. Can boys control their snake. If so, why would they ever want it to shrink that small? This was fascinating to her. She couldn't wait to discuss all of this with her friends at home.

When we got up to our spot on the beach, Mrs. Klein grinned looking down at my penis and scrotum, and said, "It looks like the water is quite cold, huh?" as she paired down between my legs. Anne giggled, looking down at my nonexistent manhood. She now understood from her mom's comment, it was the cold water that caused my genitals to shrink. She was totally fascinated. I didn't respond and just laid down on my towel with my crotch facing the ground. This was a great way to hide my privates. I was still naked, but this was the most comfortable I felt. My bottom was still on display, but at least my intimate parts were hidden. We ate lunch and chatted some. Two of the girls from the family sitting next to us came over and started digging a sand castle with Chris. They looked to both be about Chris's age. They were both wearing one piece full bathing suits. As they were playing they always had big grins on their faces and constantly stared at Chris's penis. He didn't seem to notice or care. They also kept putting their hands to each other's ear telling each other secrets and then giggling. I knew what these two were up to, and I was not going to give them any satisfaction of a close up view of a grown boys private parts. The show was over. That is fine if they saw Chris's privates, but they weren't going to see mine up close. I noticed that they kept turning their heads looking in my direction to see if I had changed my position, so that they could see what I was now hiding from them.

The sun was now glaring down on us and we all started to turn a little red. We were so excited about getting out on the beach that we all had forgot to put suntan lotion on. Anne and her mom got out the suntan lotion and helped each other put the suntan lotion on each other's backs. Chris had now run down to the water playing with the girls, he would have to put his suntan lotion on later. When Anne and her mom were done putting on the suntan lotion Anne came over and placed the lotion next to me so that I could put some on. But she was quite strategic in where she placed the bottle of lotion. She placed it by my feet, knowing that I would have to reposition myself to pick it up. She hadn't gotten a view of my genitals in 30 minutes and wanted to refresh in her memory what my goods looked like. She couldn't get enough of my family jewels. I sat up and grabbed the suntan lotion and started putting it on. I immediately sensed Anne glairing at my penis. I couldn't believe she would just openly stare between my legs with her mom right there. I wouldn't have even been that courageous if I was in her position. I was all done applying the lotion and stood up to bring the lotion down to Chris. Mrs. Klein, looked up at me and said, "wait a second you missed your entire back! Anne help him with his back". I stated that it was ok, and that Chris could do my back. Mrs. Klein, insisted Anne help me because Chris didn't know what he's doing.

Anne eagerly stood up and grabbed the lotion. She stood behind me and started applying the lotion to my back. I had gotten my butt and my legs, so all she needed to do was my back. So now, I was standing in plane site of everyone on the beach again. I glanced down between my legs relieved that my genitals had returned to there normal size while I was sitting in the heat of the sun. Thank god, the creature between my legs was now under control. I really didn't want Anne putting suntan lotion on me, but she surprisingly was being pretty professional about the whole thing. She wasn't trying to put lotion on my but or anything. She stuck to applying the lotion to my back. As Anne was applying the suntan lotion I felt the slightest twitch between my legs and felt my penis reposition itself from tilting to the right to now tilting to the left. This sort of repositioning of my penis between my legs was normal so I didn't think much of it. But then I realized this wasn't the usual shift from one side to the other. My penis was slowly starting to stiffen and engorge with blood. I new what was happening. I was enjoying Anne rubbing me with suntan lotion a little to much. Why do these things between our legs have to have a mind of their own? I think this is one thing women will never completely understand about men. We have no control of that dangling member between our legs. We can try as we might, but it will do what it wants to do. I tried to concentrate on something else, hoping it would go away. Of course, as anyone that owns one of these knows, they have a mind of their own. It just kept stiffening, even with me trying to consciously control my organ. It was originally slightly laying on my leg as I stood there, but as it stiffened it started to raise off my leg, and sort of stand there slightly elevated. No! No! No! Down boy, down! It hadn't grown large enough to catch anyone's attention yet, but I knew what this could turn into. I looked back and Anne was shaking the bottle of lotion trying to get a little more out. It was done so she went over to the bag and pulled out another bottle of suntan lotion. My only relief was the fact that she was standing behind me and had no view of waking creature between my legs.

While she was fumbling in the bag I could feel my penis growing ever more. Oh no, not now. Why do these things have a mind of their own! It is now perking up and rising steadily above its pendulum position. I said to Anne, not to worry about it, that I think she did enough. Mrs. Klein looked over and said, "No way, she still has to do your entire lower back!" I then strategically placed my hands in front of my growing member. My penis was elevating to almost horizontal. What is with this thing? With each heart beat, my penis would inch a little higher. Blood vessels were beginning to be visible. It was like a slow motion video of the raising of the flag on Iwo Jima. I was quite erect now. I looked down and I could see the head of my penis and my pee hole staring right back up at me. It was now throbbing and twitching ever so slightly with my heart beat. I pretty much had a full erection now. This thing was now standing completely vertical. I couldn't believe it.

Anne then came back over and started doing my lower back. I was now completely aroused and was enjoying her ands on my lower back. But as good as this felt, I needed to get out of this situation. My penis was now glowing red, and blood vessels were popping out the sides. I couldn't let anyone see this raging erection I had between my legs. My hands didn't do a good job at all at hiding my penis, but somehow I don't think anyone really noticed the state my penis was in. I didn't even want to look down. I could just feel my throbbing organ pulsating between my legs with my heart beats. This thing was so stiff, and so vertical that I noticed it was touching right below my belly button all on its own. This thing was aching between my legs. I felt the helpless agony of a raging hard on and not knowing how to relieve it. I had not learned how to masturbate yet, so whenever I would get one of these raging erections I would always feel a sense of dissatisfaction and tension that I just could not relieve. I hated when I would get into this state. I would feel a funny feeling in my stomach, and have no clue how to deal with this really strong sensation I was feeling. I felt no sense of release. It would just take several hours for the built up tension to relieve.

Anne had finished my back and then to my horror stepped in front of me and said, "I just want to check your front to make sure you didn't miss anywhere. You missed a couple spots on the back of your legs". It took her a minute to notice but when her eyes wondered down to my waist I could see her eyes bulge out and her mouth physically opened. And I think I heard her whisper, "oh my gosh" as she put her hand over her mouth. She quickly stepped back one step, almost like she had just spotted a snake that was getting ready to strike her. Her eyes were fixed on my erect penis. She just stood their in shock, not really saying anything. I too was quite embarrassed and shocked. I didn't know what to do. Mrs. Klein caught sight of Anne's reaction and followed Anne's eyes to my throbbing penis. Her mouth opened slightly too. She quickly muttered, "Uh, I think you are fine with the suntan lotion now. Go ahead and bring the lotion to Chris." I quickly walked up to Anne and grabbed the suntan lotion and quickly walked down to the water where Chris was playing with the girls. As I walked past Anne, her stare stayed fixed on my penis wagging in its erect state in front of me as I walked. It now really wagged back and forth as I walked. I had this throbbing stiff stick coming out from beneath my legs looking right at me wagging back and forth like a waving flag to any passersby, saying, "hey look at me I have a raging erection between my legs". There was no hiding this thing. I resembled one of those Irish log throwers carrying a log with me completely vertical.

As I made my way down to the water, the two girls lifted their heads from their digging in the sand. One of the girls tapped the other girl on the shoulder and pointed right at my erect penis. They started giggling. But they too were fixated on my throbbing member. As I passed Chris I tossed the bottle of suntan lotion next to him and quickly jumped in the water and had to wait a good 20 minutes until my erection subsided. But like I mentioned earlier, even though my erection went away I still felt this sense of tension that I didn't know how to deal with. I was very on edge during these periods, and I knew that the slightest thing could set my penis back to the raging erection during this time period.

I got out of the water looked down in relief that my penis was back to its normal size. Though as I peered up I noticed the two girls also checking the status of my penis. Even these little girls were learning the details of owning a penis. As I was approaching our spot on the beach, Mrs. Klein and Anne's backs were towards the water. I could tell they were talking but I couldn't quite make out what they were saying. As I got closer I could slightly hear Mrs. Klein saying to Anne, "Yes that is perfectly normal. Boys get stiffies when they are sexually aroused." I couldn't believe this, they were actually having a conversation about my penis. What was this, Male Anatomy 101 for Anne? Then I again overheard Mrs. Klein saying, "He must have enjoyed you rubbing that suntan lotion on his back. Its ok, it will go away. I don't know how they walk around with those things." Great! Anne and her mom were discussing my boner. At this age, I actually still thought there was a physical bone in my penis that would allow it to grow like this. They then heard me approaching and turned around. Both their eyes immediately went down between my legs. They both were curious what state my penis would be in.

I sat down on my towel in the same crotch down position and thought this would be a great opportunity to get some shut eye, and bring the penis spectacle to a close for a little while. As I laid down Anne came over and asked if I wanted to play cards with her. I was over the fact that this girl now new every detail of my anatomy and its inner workings just as well as I did, that I accepted her offer to play cards. I don't know why but we both sat Indian style facing each other as we played cards. This was not the greatest sitting position to hide my genitals from Anne. But I could tell she really enjoyed this up front and center direct viewing of my private parts. When she would grab a card she would take a look. When she would place a card down, she would steel a look. But she was now trying to be really nice to me, so that I would stay there and let her continue her observance of my little penis. As we were sitting there, I started to take notice of the cupcakes sitting on her chest. When she would lean over to grab a card, I was getting good glimpse down her bikini at her protruding boobs. She caught my eye a couple times taking a peak at her chest. These little glimpses immediately set off my erection again. The thing probably took only 30 seconds to go from a completely flaccid state to a raging hard on. This renewed Anne's glimpses down at my fully erect penis only three feet in front of her. She couldn't believe how red it got. She could even see blood vessels in it. The head became very large, as did the weird purple ring around the head. She could even see it throbbing with my heart beats. She was now gazing right down my pee hole.

With the information her mother just shared with her, and her catching me taking peaks at her chest, she now knew she was causing this effect on me. This was a mind blowing experience for her. She controlled that little penis sitting between my legs, not me. As my erection would subside, I could tell she would intentionally lean over to pick up a card, and hold that position giving me a great view of her breasts. Within seconds of her action my erection would be solid as a rock again. She was so happy she was almost giggly. She was having such a great time. Not only was she impressed with this organ's ability to increase in size so drastically, but it tickled her to know that she was control of my organ. She was really getting an anatomy lesson of a lifetime. Then for the rest of the day I would notice her brushing up against my waist with her butt or side of her arm and delight in the fact that I would be completely erect in seconds. I would get embarrassed every time I would get an erection, but I had no control of this thing. Anne was in the drivers seat, and controlling my penis's every move. She was making it known that she controlled my most intimate part. The one thing that made me a man. She was in total control of. Not me. I used to tease her by pulling her hair. Now she was teasing me by frustrating me and leaving me with an unsatisfied erection. I was on pins and needles by the end of the day. Anything would set off my erection. The slightest breeze, the smell of Anne's deodorant, a glimpse of Anne's butt in her bikini. Even the sight of Mrs. Klein's massive melons would set my penis off. I had all this built up tension. I felt like I was about to explode inside. And again my stomach felt really funny inside. A feeling that was unusual to me, and I had only recently started getting.

The day went on and before I knew it Mrs. Klein was saying it was time to head home. We started packing up our stuff, and I asked Mrs. Klein if I could have my jeans now. She said that I could have them when we got back to the car, we needed to shower off first. As we were making our way to the pavilion to shower off. We were walking by families that were too far away to have noticed two boys walking around completely naked. Every family we would walk by would look at me and Chris in utter amazement. Unless kids were toddlers, kids really didn't walk around nude on this beach. All the girls would freeze and just stare at me and Chris's privates. They too couldn't believe their luck. They too had just witnessed the rare sighting of the forbidden fruit of boys. I felt for all the boys on the beach that knew deep down inside that these girls now new exactly what they looked like under their bathing suits. They got to study these two boys walking stark naked right through their area. What a bummer for these boys. One mother even grabbed her daughter and covered her eyes.

We finally got to the pavilion where there were a bunch of lifeguards sitting around, shooting the breeze. There were a couple stunning lifeguard girls that looked our way and smiled and waved to me and Chris, while enjoying the sight of boy's private parts. A couple of these lifeguards had much more developed breasts than Anne. And I was as fixated on their large boobs, as they were with our flopping penises. By the time we got to the showers I again had a raging erection. We showered off, and I again kept noticing Anne staring at my erect penis as I was showering. She would especially stare when I was soaping my crotch and had to move my erect member around. We walked over to the car and passed the parking lot attendant, who was a really attractive high school aged girl working at the parking lot for a summer job. She had a really cute smile. She grinned at me as she looked down and saw my raging erection. She was probably thinking, hey this is great, how often do I get to see a raging erection at work?

When we finally got to the car, we packed our stuff and Mrs. Klein handed me and Chris our pants and underwear. I noticed Anne was now fixated on my penis again. This was her last chance to take a mental image. My private parts were about to be hidden again. She stood there and stared as I pulled my underwear to my waist. Slowly my penis was vanishing behind my underwear. This was her last chance to see my manhood. She smiled as my penis flopped around my elastic waistband from view into my underwear. As we got into the car, all I could think of was, what a relief this day was over. I am never going to the beach with Mrs. Klein again! And I would never let Anne see my private parts again. On the ride back, I was thinking, why do I feel comfortable now that I am clothed and hiding my genitals from Anne. She had already seen all there was to be seen of me, along with understanding the inner working of the male anatomy, and her new found control over it. I saw here looking down at my crotch a couple times, probably thinking that she knew exactly what I was hiding behind those blue jeans. I might as well have been sitting there with my fly wide open exposing my penis to her. There was nothing to hide. She new exactly what I looked like everywhere. When we were saying our good-byes that night she bent down right in front of me giving me a great view down her blouse. Gosh I wish I could see her bare chest. She held that position a little longer than normal and then as she walked by me, the back of her hand brushed up against my groin. Again my penis came to full attention. A day before, my erection would have been my little secret. As she walked by me, we made brief eye contact and I knew that today, she too knew of the erect penis hidden beneath my pants at that very moment.

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