Jeff - All Eyes On Me 1

By Chess1972

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This work is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Intro and Sunday

Chapter 1

I could feel them. I swear I could feel their eyes on me. Now, I get decent grades in science. I know we see because light from the sun or some artificial source reflects off an object like a human body and is picked up by the sensors in our eyes. There are no rays that that emanate from our eyeballs like in the comics. So, there is really nothing for me to feel. But I swear I can. I feel there eyes moving over my body, my completely, head-to-toe, 100% bare ass naked body. What have I done? All my doubts and fears, my embarrassment came flooding back. How did I get here completely naked in front of these women and girls?

I’ve heard that flashbacks are supposed to be a sign of an amateur writer. Well, that’s what I am and I just want to get these memories down on paper (ok actually on my computer). The week I’m about to describe changed my life and contained so may highs and lows, scares and thrills, that it affected how I felt about myself and others, particularly females.

So, how did a sort of normal 13 year old boy end up on nude display, the object of entertainment and education for a family group of women and girls? I think I’ll exercise my teenage prerogative to blame everything on my parents.

Yes, this is my mother and father’s fault. It all started because my Dad was good at his job. I’m not even sure of the details of what he does, but a year or so ago he began work as the leader of a big project at his company. He worked long hours, weekends, etc , even missing some of my events and competitions for the first time. It was all worthwhile and the project was a big success. The company is saving bucketsful of money. They even generously passed down some of those buckets in the form of big bonus checks at the end of the year. The college funds for my sister and I received a boost and there was enough left for some things my parents had wanted and a nice family vacation was planned for the summer.

My father moved on to the next project but the big bosses at the company got the brainstorm that the bucketsful that they were saving could become boatloads if the project was implemented worldwide, throughout all the companies in their global corporation. To do this, they had to sell it at the corporation’s annual executive retreat. This was always held at some 5 star resort. Spouses were invited. Schmoozing and socializing were combined with technical and financial presentations. So, my father was pulled off his project and put to work putting together a presentation for his boss’ boss or somebody. He wasn’t happy about this but there was the promise of another big bonus if there were global savings.

The problem that arose a week or so before the retreat was that they realized that none of the bosses would be able to handle all the expected questions. My father would have to go and make the presentation. As a reward, he would be allowed to stay the whole week and take my mother along, all expenses paid.

They tried to pretend that they wished the retreat was a week later when my sister and I would be on spring break from school and could go as well. We were not fooled however. They were bouncing around like little kids they were so excited about a free week at a super resort without kids. We didn’t begrudge them their holiday. My dad worked hard and my mom, besides running a home based business, was very involved in our school, community and church. She was on committees, organized fundraisers, etc and supported all the outside activities that my sister and I were involved in.

So, the problem became what to do with the kids for the week. Actually, my younger sister was set. She had had the same best friend, Tanya, since before they could walk. Tanya ate many meals at our house, stayed over at least one night a week and often more, and even went on most family vacations. Her family was eager to repay us a bit by keeping my sister for the week. They even offered to take me in as well, but I was not interested. They had a large family with several kids younger than Tanya. Dealing with me would be a big strain.

You see, I am pretty high maintenance mainly due to all the sports and other activities I am involved with. I require a lot of chauffeuring. I realized early on that I could get good grades with little effort, but not top of the class or anything. So I could either make the effort to be at the top or put my energy into other activities. I chose the latter. I started out in many sports, but now I concentrate on swimming. I’m still on a cross country team in the Fall and play lots of other sports with my friends. I even won my weight class at our school wrestling tournament. However I swim year around with several teams and clubs.

Now, I could have found a place with some of my friends and teammates, but I was in a full court stall. I wanted to stay home alone. My sister and I are pretty mature for our ages. For several years, my parents have been able to leave me on my own for an evening. Later I was in charge of my sister (and usually Tanya) and we never got in any big trouble. This past year, I had even stayed overnight on my own on two occasions. So now I wanted the house to myself for a week. I volunteered to coordinate all the necessary rides to school and activities, offered to have friends and neighbors stop in each day to make sure I was eating and hadn’t burned the place down, and would alert the neighbors to be on the lookout for any parties etc. An entire week alone for a boy not yet 14 was just not going to happen however. I hoped the time crunch would work in my favor but it didn’t work out that way.

Chapter 2

Enter Chuck’s Mom. Her name is actually Edie, but I will refer to her as Chuck’s Mom since that’s how I think of her. She was close to 40 I guess and fairly attractive for her age. She was a realtor so always seemed to be well dressed. Her job gave her the flexibility to stay involved in her kids’ activities, school committees etc. That’s how she knew my Mom. They weren’t really close friends but had worked together on many committees and projects over the years. I always liked her because she always spoke to me and managed to find things to say besides “How’s school?” which is all most adults can think of. She always seemed to hold committee meetings at her house and always invited me to hang out with her son Chuck.

Chuck and I weren’t exactly friends either. We had been in classes together off and on throughout elementary and middle school. Chuck had few friends and was involved in nothing unless he was forced. He was overweight and, even though he was months older than me, hadn’t started puberty yet. His entire life was online especially with his online gaming friends. We rarely hung out at school but were thrown together during these meetings when we were younger. I get along with just about everybody so I just looked for things we might have in common. We had similar tastes in books, movies, comics etc so we had things we could talk about. To pass the time, we mostly played video games. Chuck owned just about every game system being sold and many games. He was obsessed with them and I didn’t mind them although I preferred to be more active and to play outdoors.

I knew even then that Chuck’s Mom always invited me because she hoped that I might inspire Chuck to get outdoors and get some exercise. I did try. They had a basketball setup in their driveway and I might get Chuck out there to play HORSE or something but it would only last about 10 minutes. Sometimes we would ride bikes, but even that was only a few blocks down to a strip mall where Chuck could buy junk food and cruise the gaming and comics shops there. She also just wanted Chuck to have some male companionship. He was normally surrounded by females: his Mom, his sister, and his grandmother.

Chuck’s sister Claire was a year behind us at school. I didn’t know her well but she seemed pleasant enough. She was of average attractiveness. I remember that she was a little pudgy when she was younger but now most of the baby fat was gone and it was obvious that she had started puberty ahead of her older brother. She was even developing in the chest area a bit.

Chuck’s grandmother, who I’ll call Gram since everyone else did, was a lot of fun. She was probably only early to mid 60s but sometimes she acted 40 and sometimes more like 80. She had lived with Chuck’s family for some time but had a very active social life outside the house. I knew her because she would often sit and crochet watching Chuck and I play video games. She would cheer us on but refused to play herself. She would also tell us mildly dirty jokes, which is cool when you are 10 or so.

When my mother announced at some meeting that she would be unable to do any project work the following week due to her trip, she also mentioned her need to find a spot to stick me for the week. Chuck’s Mom immediately volunteered. She assured my mother that there would be several cars and drivers available to ensure that I had transportation to and from school and any activities. I had been so busy recently that I hadn’t been to their house in about a year. She hoped all my activity would inspire Chuck to get involved with something. She also felt sorry for Chuck because his normally female dominated household was about to get more so. She thought I could even the odds a bit.

Chuck’s Aunt Ev and cousin Linda were going to be staying with Chuck’s family that week as well. They lived across town. I had met Aunt Ev once. She seemed nice enough. I believe she was younger than Chuck’s Mom but actually looked slightly older, although still reasonably attractive. Looking back, I would guess that she led a harder life. I had never met Linda but knew she was our age, attended the private girls’ school in town, and was good friends with Claire. Aunt Ev was having some extensive renovations done on their house. Since the week of this story was the spring break for Linda’s school, they scheduled the most disruptive construction (water outage for example) for that week and planned to be out of town. Due to problems with the contractor, Aunt Ev decided she needed to postpone their trip until the summer and stay with Chuck’s family for the week so she could keep an eye on the work being done.

Thus we have the setup for my week of “discovery”. The major players are in place: three adult women, two adolescent/teen girls, Chuck and I. That was the situation when I was dropped off by my parents around noon on Sunday. I would be staying until the following Sunday afternoon. Let the games begin.

SUNDAY

That first afternoon started pretty much as expected. Chuck wanted to bike down to the shopping center to check the price to preorder some new video game he wanted and was trying get the money for. That was fine. We played some video games, then I got him outside to shoot some baskets. The girls joined us and I got to meet Linda. She seemed like a pleasant girl, reasonably attractive, and developing a nice body. I thought she was vaguely familiar, but couldn’t place where I might have met her before. I wanted to know some routes I could use for training runs. Chuck begged off, but the girls took me around and showed me some quiet side streets and some trails through a park and some wooded areas. We had a nice time.

But something odd was also in the air. I caught snippets of conversation between the women and girls. “We’re still going to have our shows, right?” “Having Jeff here won’t spoil our fun will it?” Things like that. I asked Chuck, but he just said, “ I think Mom is going to talk to you”. So I was a little curious when Chuck’s Mom asked me to help her in the kitchen while she was preparing dinner. I was used to doing chores at home and my mother had emphasized helping out whenever I could.

After some normal talk about our schedule for the week and the neighborhood, she finally got to why we were having this time alone. She said that she wanted to treat me as a member of the family for the week. As such, she expected me to keep the family activities within the family. I was always free to participate or not, however she was asking me not tell any stories after I returned home. I didn’t expect anything very evil, so I agreed. Then she filled me in on the entertainment they planned for the week. I won’t give the whole conversation, but after listening to her and following up with some questions to Chuck, I was both a little surprised and amused.

It seems the entire female family contingent is obsessed with strippers, male strippers. At 13, I just didn’t think the female mind operated like that. I know my sister is obsessed with a new pop star each month and my mother goes ga-ga for certain actors but couldn’t imagine them cheering while some guy took his clothes off. It just seemed weird.

A typical night when the families got together (every month or so) would go something like this. After dinner and cleanup, they started preparing an array of snacks for later. Everyone then gathered in the family room to watch a movie on the big screen. Chuck’s preferences had priority for the movie, since the girls’ fun started later. After the movie, the adults opened some wine and everyone gathered in the basement rec room with drinks and snacks. There was an older big screen down there that I thought was only for exercise videos. They used the basement because everyone wanted to get rowdy like the women in the videos.

Aunt Ev had a pretty extensive collection of male stripper videos that she had accumulated mostly online and by trading with a group of online friends. She had a large number of nice quality videos of one stripper troupe and that is what they mostly watched or at least started with. Muscular men came out and slowly stripped down from costumes (firemen, doctors, etc) or regular clothes. They eventually ended up in skimpy g-strings. While performing they danced out into the crowds and the women rubbed oil on them or licked syrup or whipped cream off their bodies. These were the shows that they all watched together with the girls. She also had videos where dancers went completely nude and others which were hardcore where the women gave hand jobs, blowjobs or even had sex with the strippers. After the girls went to bed, the adults opened more wine and watched these.

There was an ongoing debate over whether the girls should be able to watch the fully nude dancers. Both mothers agreed that the hardcore stuff should wait a few years, but Aunt Ev thought that they should allow the girls to satisfy their curiosity about the male body. Both girls had been found searching for male nudes online. They didn’t want porn. They wanted to see regular guys, preferably close to their age. The mothers pointed out that nude teenage boys might be considered child pornography so outside of a few medical/health or nudist/naturist sites, they were unlikely to find what they were looking for. So, the softer nude stripper videos had been the best alternative and the moms had decided that by the end of the week they would allow the girls to watch some.

What did Chuck do during these videos? It seems that he usually watched, mainly for the snacks which he said were often better than the family meals. His mother seemed to encourage this. She wanted him to become less modest and hoped seeing women enjoying the sight of a fit male’s body might inspire him to improve his own. Wishful thinking. Chuck said he also just got a big kick out of watching the women and girls during the videos. He said they screamed and cheered and argued over which dancer had the best arms or butts.

I’m going to insert here a bit about bodies, particularly mine because it becomes relevant to the events that will occur. It may sound like my ego talking but I know I have a pretty good body for my age. I am a little taller than average and probably average looks. Until a couple years ago, I was on the tall and skinny side. All my exercise left me with little body fat. I hit puberty early though and when it began, I started putting on weight. I was still swimming every day so it mostly went into my arms shoulders and chest. My legs were also more muscular. I was definitely developing the classic swimmer’s V-shape body and I was proud of it. Sure there were guys with bigger muscles, but I really enjoyed it when relatives or family friends commented on how I had grown and filled out. Chuck was not really obese but was pudgy with a lot of baby fat still. I don’t think he was bad looking but just didn’t care what he looked like.

After my conversations with Chuck and his mom, I began to notice how often the girls would scan my body even though I was wearing a large T-shirt and shorts which reached my knees. It was no big deal since I had certainly scanned theirs, but it just seemed different.

After dinner, during cleanup chores as we prepared for the movie, I began to hear some more little remarks, mostly from the girls and directed at Chuck. “Chuck, are you going for some prize money this week?” “Don’t you need some prize money for your new game?” Then: “If you get Jeff to play too, we’ll kick in our own money toward the prizes.” “We’d love to see Jeff out there.” These remarks were accompanied by giggling and Chuck’s Mom would eventually get them to calm down.

When I got Chuck alone later that evening I pushed him for an explanation. It seems that on a couple occasions, Chuck had done his own little strip. He had argued with the females that stripping was no big deal for guys. He had argued with his Mom that he was not overly modest. So, Gram had offered him a prize if he would do a dance like on the videos. Chuck always needs cash so he had stripped to his underpants in front of his family. His mother hadn’t allowed any mean teasing over his body and everyone was sworn to secrecy so it wasn’t too bad for him. They had cheered him just like the dancers on the videos. I immediately wondered if I could ever do something like that. It just seemed too embarrassing.

When we finally finished the movie and adjourned downstairs with snacks and drinks, I was pretty curious. I think the adults held back for a while because of my presence, but the girls really cut loose, yelling and screaming for their favorite strippers. As the wine flowed, the adults joined in as well and I found it really fascinating to watch. The comments started again and were usually targeted toward me. “Would you have the guts to do that Jeff?” “I bet your body is as nice as theirs.” “We’d sure like to see you like that.” This, as some guy was gyrating in just a g-string. Sure, they were trying to embarrass me, but they weren’t being mean so I just smiled and gave it back to the girls: “I couldn’t do that because you girls couldn’t control yourselves and would pass out or attack me something.” Of course, that provoked more good-natured bickering while the adults just laughed at us.

Then, we helped clean up and went to our rooms while the adults went back to watch their videos. Chuck and I played some games and then went to bed. However, I couldn’t stop fantasizing about what it would be like to dance in my underwear in front of Chuck’s family. Fantasies sometimes come true … and then some.

(The End)