Jeff - All Eyes On Me 5

By Chess1972

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Jeff - All Eyes on Me Part 5

Thursday

Chapter 1

I woke up bright and early on Thursday morning. I began to recall the conversation from the previous evening and what I had committed myself to. After Gram had made her remark about wishing she could keep me in a g-string, the conversation returned to the idea of how long you could keep someone nude before it became commonplace and boring. Claire began to discuss the stories she had read online about a CFNM lifestyle. I had never heard the term before but quickly learned that CFNM meant Clothed Female Naked Male. The girls told me that Aunt Ev had once attended a CFNM party where the men were all naked. She told me the story but it seems she wasn’t all that impressed and thought the one she attended had not been organized very well. They talked some more and Aunt Ev told some stories from women she had met online that had tried to implement a CFNM lifestyle for their families. Some worked and some did not.

Eventually, Claire looked at me and asked “ Could we try it?” I just stared at her so she clarified: “Could we have a CFNM day tomorrow? “ I asked her what she had in mind. She said that I would be completely naked whenever I was at the house tomorrow, from when I awoke until I went to sleep. I would get dressed to go to school, practice etc, but get naked again when I got back. “We don’t get to have a show tomorrow since so many of us will be gone with activities, but whenever we are here and want a naked boy fix, we just find Jeff and enjoy the view of a completely bare boy.” I looked at Chuck’s Mom who said that it was all right with her as long as no “hanky panky” took place. The hand jobs I had been receiving could only take place when an adult was present. No other sexual activity was allowed. I thought about it for a bit then agreed. Another new activity to explore I thought. This was quite a week.

After I had agreed to try this, the girls spent the rest of the evening making jokes about “accidentally” exposing me. They talked about friends that might just happen to stop by and female delivery people. They talked about making sure all the curtains were kept open etc. I didn’t mind all this. I knew Chuck’s Mom really didn’t want this to get too out of hand. The most elaborate fantasy scenario that Claire created involved Mrs Curtis. Mrs Curtis was the sexiest teacher at our school. Every guy I knew had fantasies about her and it wasn’t just students as I had observed male staff and fathers making fools of themselves around her. It seems that she was the faculty advisor for a group Claire belonged to and she kept saying she would invite Mrs Curtis over on my CFNM day so she could check out some work Claire had done on her home computer. I wasn’t concerned over any of this but only relate it to illustrate the elaborate fantasy scenarios that Claire was capable of creating.

As I got out of bed to start the last half day of school before the start of spring break, I felt like I really had to give this CFNM day a try even though it felt quite different this morning and I began to worry that perhaps it was just a joke that the girls were playing. I slipped off the t-shirt and boxers that I had slept in and started down the hall toward the bathroom, completely naked in the hallway for the first time. I half expected someone to be waiting for me but saw no one. When I returned from my shower, I could hear voices in the kitchen but the hallway remained empty. I packed my bags for school and practice. Finally deciding that I had stalled all I could, I started downstairs. I admit that I did glance out the window to make sure no new cars were in the driveway. Going down the stairs, I tried to listen for any unfamiliar voices, but when they heard me on the stairs, it grew very quiet. So I took a deep breath and entered the kitchen wearing nothing but a smile.

I received a very nice ovation. They were all there waiting to see if I would really show up naked and comply with this CFNM stuff. Even Gram, who was off early to help set up for some church sale, had delayed leaving and was waiting by the door with her coat and purse to see what I would do. As she left, she said that now she would be distracted all day at church because she would have a vision of a nude boy in her head. The girls were extremely excited and at first they were waiting on me: fetching me juice and anything else they thought I might want. Then Aunt Ev pointed out that if they made me fetch things for myself, they had the unusual pleasure of watching a bare boy move around the kitchen. That was the end of my being waited on. In fact, after that I had a constant stream of requests that required me to move all over the kitchen, stretching up or bending down to retrieve some item that no one really wanted. It was all in good fun.

It finally came time to head back to Chuck’s room and dress for school.. As we were leaving the house, the girls pointed out that they had brought a small shelf in from the garage and placed it and a laundry basket by the front door. Now I no longer needed to waste time going back and forth to Chuck’s room but could strip off right inside the door; place my jacket, shoes, and clothes that I would rewear on the shelf; and toss dirty clothes in the basket. When I left I could redress there also. Thus I could maximize my nude time. How thoughtful of them! Chuck’s Mom said it was ok for today but she was not going to have a basket of dirty clothes by her front door on a regular basis, nor was she going to have a pile of boy’s clothes visible that she would have to explain to visitors. The girls thought both scenarios were hilarious.

Chapter 2

The half day of school flew by. I still had a couple events later in the day, as did the others, but I was glad to have school behind me for over a week. Chuck’s Mom picked up Claire and I on her lunch break and as she drove us home, Claire received a phone call that was obviously from Linda. They chatted away, then I heard Claire say “I haven’t asked him yet … Hold on”. She turned to me and said “ You’re still going to continue our CFNM day, right?” I joked that as long as Mrs Curtis wasn’t there I would. Claire, with a straight face, said “I tried to get her over to the house for you, but she is tied up this afternoon and can’t make it until after break”. (I think she was kidding but with Claire I wasn’t sure.) She then continued “When we get home, would it be ok if Linda and I undressed you when you get inside the door”? When I didn’t answer immediately, she continued again “It would be like you had a couple personal maids. You just have to stand there and cooperate as we take all your clothes off”. I noticed that her Mom reacted a bit at the term “maids”, but since I couldn’t see that it mattered how I got naked, I agreed. Claire informed Linda and much cheering and screaming ensued on both sides of the phone.

When she calmed down and hung up, her Mom said that she wasn’t sure why she could get so excited about being anybody’s maid. Claire replied “Don’t you get it Mom? We’re going to strip a boy naked. I’m getting to strip a hot boy (me???!!!) completely bare naked. Probably no other girl in my class has been able to do that.” As her Mom contemplated that, Claire turned back to me and said “Sorry … I hope that doesn’t make you mad or anything”. I told her that it was no problem and that she might as well enjoy the week, especially the CFNM day since it was her idea. She assured me that it was the most fun she had ever had “and I hope it just keeps getting better.” Her Mom finally smiled and said she could sure think of a couple boys she would like to have stripped back when she was Claire’s age. They giggled and chatted about stripping boys for the rest of the trip.

Linda was waiting when we got inside the door. The took my backpack and set it aside. They then knelt and took turns each removing a shoe and a sock. There was obviously already a plan because now Linda took my top half and Claire my jeans. Linda took her time unbuttoning each button, loosening the shirt, and slowly lifting it up and off. She also took her time with the t-shirt underneath, but as slow as she was, it was nothing compared to Claire. When Linda finally had me stripped to the waist, Claire had only managed to unbuckle and remove my belt then unbutton and unzip my jeans. She held them open and stared at the bulge in my boxer briefs. Even her Mom, who was observing, got impatient and told her to move the process along because her lunch break was almost over and she wanted a vision of naked boy flesh to take back to work. Reluctantly, Claire pulled my jeans down and I stepped out of them. She and Linda then each took one side and peeled my underpants down and off. It was a strange experience. I could not remember the last time I had been undressed; probably my mother preparing me for bath or bed.

Lunch was fun, just the girls and I laughing and enjoying the freedom of being out of school at the same time for a few days. I ate standing at the kitchen counter so the girls had a full view of my nude body the whole time. While we cleaned up, I asked whether they were bored with my nudity yet and they just laughed and responded “Not even close”. While I was leaning on the table, Claire said that my pose reminded her of a photo of a nude guy that she had seen (it was becoming obvious that the girls, especially Claire, had spent more time looking at nude photos and stories about nude males than their mothers realized). This led to a discussion of their favorite nude male photos which, in turn, led to parading me around the house to recreate those poses. Claire loved to spend a great deal of time having me sit just so, then she had an excuse to put her hands on me and adjust my arm or leg or turn my hips just how she wanted. Of course, it always seemed to also require her to gently lift my penis and lay it one way or another. Both girls were hinting that they would love to fetch their cameras or phones and see how their “art” looked, but I remained adamantly against that.

After lunch, I had to go out to a meeting. When I returned, the girls were waiting. This time Claire took the top and Linda the bottom and things went a bit quicker. However, since no adults were present, more touching was involved. Claire ran her hands over my chest as she exposed it and Linda ran her hands up and down my bare legs. Neither touched my cock at first, but after they pulled down my underpants, they stared closely at it from their kneeling position and rubbed my ass cheeks. Eventually, Claire could not resist and took the head of my dick between her fingers and stretched to its full length before letting it drop. She said she just wanted it to be “comfortable”. Right.

Before practice, I had some time so I decided to work on some schoolwork that would be due after break. There was soon a knock at my door and the girls entered. They chattered away and listened to music as I read on the bed and worked at my computer. They just wanted to watch a boy go about his normal business completely nude. After a while, Claire interrupted and asked what I thought her Mom meant by “hanky panky”. I said that I just thought she didn’t want any “sex stuff” happening when the adults were not around. She said: “ …so she didn’t say we couldn’t touch …?” I pointed out that they, especially Claire, had been touching me all day. They giggled at that.

They then asked if they could have some private time, away the parents and even each other to examine me, try some things that they were curious about, and ask me some questions. I didn’t want to go to practice with a permanent erection, so I offered them 5 minutes apiece and we compromised on 10 minutes each. They didn’t think either should be completely alone for her session so while one girl put on headphones and used the computer, the other was over on the bed with me.

Claire went first. She wanted to try things like compare the sensation of running her fingertips over my body and genitals vs. lightly scratching me with her fairly long fingernails. At one point, she was holding my erection in one hand while she gently worked a fingernail all around the head. She was being careful not to hurt me but I still had to stop her when the sensation got too intense. Her questions ranged from personal (How often do you jerk off? When did you first make semen?) to curiosity about others (Who has the biggest dick on the team or in my class? Who has the smallest?) I tried to be honest but refused to answer some. I gave her the names of a couple guys who seemed to have big dicks and probably wanted all the girls to know. I refused, however, to talk about who was small or hadn’t hit puberty. It didn’t seem fair.

Linda was mostly concerned with finding the sensitive spots on my body? Was I ticklish? (Not very) Were my nipples sensitive? (again not very) She was pleased to find spots on my neck and legs which seemed to arouse me. Her questions mostly concerned what attracted me to certain girls? What clothes, hairstyle, scents etc did I like? I don’t think I was all that helpful, but having that conversation while a cute girl plays with your dick and balls was an interesting experience. As slow as I am on these things, I knew by now that Linda was getting a bit of a crush on me. That must be weird for her: getting a crush on a guy when your Mom, grandmother, cousin, etc has seen him naked and even touched his cock.

Sometimes after practice, I shower at the pool and dress there. Sometimes I just dry off, put on my sweats, and shower at home. As I left for practice, Claire asked me to wait and shower at home. Why not?

Practice was tough. It was the last one before our big meet on the weekend and they worked us hard. I was hungry and had tweaked a muscle in my lower back. They had given me some ointment to put on after my shower. I just wanted to get that done, eat, then kick back and watch some mindless TV. Instead I got Claire’s most elaborate fantasy yet. At first I was a little annoyed, then oddly fascinated.

When I arrived, the girls were waiting and removed my shoes, then had me step up on a little bench they had. Claire then began addressing the members and coaches of our girls’ swim team. (Now understand that only Claire, Linda, and Aunt Ev who was just watching were in the room.) Claire addressed all the girls by name. (I have no idea how she even knew the names of the girls on the team let alone the coaches.) She told the “team” that she was so proud of their recent victory over a big rival (actually true). She told them that for their reward she was providing a member of the boy’s team for their entertainment. She was pleased that the team had chosen Jeff as their prize. She now had him standing on the diving board (bench) and they would be stripping him completely naked so she hoped the team enjoyed its reward.

She and Linda slowly unzipped and removed my warm-up jacket. As she did, she carried on a conversation with team members. “ So Marci, what do you think of how Jeff has filled out in the last year?” Hey Janey, what do you think of these chest muscles?” Aren’t you glad you voted for Jeff, Danni? I remember you telling me how much you’d like to see him in the nude.” (Now understand that these are the names of actual members of our girls’ swim team and this whole thing made me feel a bit odd as she really got into it.) The warm up pants went next and the “conversations” continued. “What that Helen? You want him to turn around and bend over a bit so you can check out his cute butt in that tight swim suit. Sure he can do that but don’t forget you’ll be seeing it bare in a moment.” “Keep it down girls, we don’t want anybody coming in and spoiling our show.”

Occasionally, Linda took the part of the swim team girls, but mostly this was all Claire. By the time they were starting on my swimsuit, I decided to join in “Please don’t do this, I have to sit in class with some of the girls and Mrs Welch (an assistant coach) lives across the street from me.” “Now Jeff, you guys didn’t think the girls could win and promised them any prize that they wanted. You don’t want to be a welcher.” “Here’s what you’ve been waiting for girls!” This, as my suit reached halfway down my thighs. By now, Aunt Ev was laughing her ass off. As the embarrassed boy swimmer stood naked on the diving board while the girls’ team laughed and cheered, Aunt Ev left, reminding the girls that she would be back in an hour or so to take them out for some late shopping.

Chapter 3

After this fantasy fun, I was ready for a shower. The girls, however, said that they had dinner ready for me in the kitchen. I was famished so ate another naked meal standing by the kitchen counter as the girls watched every move. When I started to clean up, the girls hurried out saying they needed to get ready. They also added that I should take my time getting into the shower. I wasn’t sure how to stall this since I didn’t have to undress or anything. About the time I got the water adjusted, there was a knock on the door. I told the girls (they were the only other people in the house) to come in. The door opened and the girls bounced in wearing their bathrobes.

They danced around a bit, teasing me and showing off their legs, then threw open their robes to reveal that they were both wearing one piece bathing suits. They said “Your bathroom maids are here to assist you with your bath”. I pointed out that this bathroom did not have a tub, only a shower. They answered “Thus the bathing suits” and ushered me into the shower. The stall was not large so only one girl at a time could squeeze in with me. This was doubly true because I had an erection through the whole process. They switched positions often, but the girl on the outside continued to participate in the washing from the opening. I ended up about as clean as I had ever been. Every inch of me has washed at least twice and they used about half a bottle of body wash. My hair was shampooed twice and the parts of greatest interest were washed over and over and over again.

I normally take pretty quick showers; after all I often take several a day. This one took forever. I think we used all the hot water. By the time my “maids” had thoroughly dried me and themselves and we had cleaned up all the water which had spilled onto the floor, it was already time for them to go out with Aunt Ev. For the first time, I was alone in the house, so I went down to the family room and watched some TV.

The first one back was Gram. She sat and watched with me. I asked how her sale was shaping up and she wanted the details of what she had missed of my CFNM day. She was really sorry she had missed out on most of it. When I moved, I felt the pull in my back and remembered the ointment. I also had an inspiration. I fetched the tube and a towel. I spread the towel on the sofa, laid down on my front, and asked Gram to rub the ointment into my lower back. That felt good, so I told Gram she could put the medication away but that she could continue to rub anything which struck her fancy. She called me a naughty boy but spent the next 20 minutes stroking my bare butt and thighs.

She told me that her husband had been dead for quite a while. She had an active love life though, with a couple good male friends but it was nothing serious. She said she missed firm, young, tight bodies. People her age, even those in good shape, were still a bit wrinkly and saggy. Thus her fascination with my bare butt. She said it reminded her of her husband when they were first married. It was his best feature she said with a laugh. She said that she enjoyed being able to give a cute boy his first hand job and first orgasm provided by someone other than himself and was pleased to have given her granddaughters the chance to witness a male ejaculation, but it wasn’t really a sexual thing for her. When I finally got up, I had a pretty big hard-on. She laughed and said that while she wouldn’t mind taking care of that for me, she believed others had plans for it. I hoped she was right.

After TV, I went up to Chuck’s room and got into bed to read a bit. I heard others return and soon there was a knock at the door. The girls entered, with Aunt Ev, carrying a pile of towels and bottles. They quickly pulled the covers off the bed and were pleased that I was still naked. They got me out of bed, pulled the bed into the center of the room, and covered it with towels. They announced that my “maids” were about to receive a massage lesson and that I was the lucky practice dummy. It seems that Aunt Ev had once taken an adult education course in massage therapy and was about to impart this wisdom to the girls.

They had me lay face down on the towels and commenced the lesson. I had never had a real full body massage. They worked everything from my toes to my scalp. They had various massage oils that they used and many of muscle groups ended up being massaged three times. Aunt Ev also added material that she got from books instead of class. She talked about male erogenous zones and ways to make this an erotic massage. The most uncomfortable part was after they had been thoroughly working my bare ass. Aunt Ev separated my cheeks and began to discuss my anus and various anal stimulation techniques. I heard about prostate massage, milking, dildos, etc. She got a big laugh out of how tightly I was clenching my butt hole. Fortunately, the girls also seemed a little grossed out, so that lesson ended.

They had me turn over and worked the front of my body, saving my extremely hard penis for last. She teased me by asking the girls if I deserved a “happy ending”, but there was never any doubt that the girls were eager to get their hands on my cock. They all worked it slowly, taking breaks to let the tension build. While I loved the soft hands of the girls, it was the experienced hands of Aunt Ev which kept taking me to the edge. When I had finally been tortured enough, Aunt Ev asked the girls who had won the coin flip. It turned out to be Linda. Aunt Ev helped her daughter get a nice steady rhythm going with just the right pressure. Soon I was lifting my hips off the bed and giving my best imitation of a fountain. I came hard and shot a considerable load into the air and basically all over the place. They helped clean me up and restore the bed. I think I was asleep before they were all back in their rooms.

(The End)