Joey 3
By Red Rover
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Copyright 2014 by Red Rover, all rights reserved
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sexual activity
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Joey
Goes to Camp, Chapter 3
Setting:
Glenview Heights, a
middle class housing
development outside a small Midwestern city. Time – late 1960’s.
Characters:
The Worden Family - Mother Agatha
age 41 (divorced), Children:
Mary (14),
Joey, (13) and Cathy (12)
The two girls from the 2nd grade were
first to arrive. They introduced
themselves as Joni and Marcie. Marcie
handed the box of baby wipes to Miss Simmons and then the two seven year olds
stood staring at Joey’s exposed red bottom and dangling boy parts.
Miss Simmons smiled. “Is this the first time you’ve ever seen a
boy this old naked?”
Both girls nodded. “I have a baby brother, but
he’s only three,” Marcie said.
“I’ve got two sisters, but no brothers,” Joni
added.
Miss Simmons smiled again. “Well this is your chance to get a good look
at a big boy. Would you like to help
clean him up for the nurse?”
Both girls brightened and nodded
vigorously. Miss Simmons handed each a
baby wipe and instructed Joni to begin cleaning off Joey’s bottom. “Start at the top of his bottom crack and
work your way down to his poopy hole.
Don’t be afraid to rub hard and get all that nasty stuff off.”
The girl began to scrub Joey’s sore bottom
vigorously. Joey winced and moaned as the wet cloth moved over his most
sensitive skin area. Miss Simmons nodded
her approval. “Good job, Joni,” she said. “Now take a clean baby wipe, wrap it around
your finger and stick your finger into his poopy hole.”
Joey yelped and squirmed as the little girl’s
finger found its way into his most intimate body part. As instructed, Joni poked her finger all the
way in past the second knuckle and twirled it around inside his rectum to get
all the poop out.
When Joni was finished, Marcie took her own wipe
and cleaned off Joey’s testicles and penis.
Joey gave a sharp yelp of pain as she squeezed a bit too hard on one
testicle. “”Be very careful around
there, Marcie,” the teacher remonstrated.
Boys are very sensitive there and you can do real damage if you’re not
careful.”
While Marcie finished her cleaning job, Becky
and Nurse Patrick entered the room with their medical kit bag. Miss Simmons thanked the little girls for
their good work and told them they could go back to their classroom or stay and
watch the rest of the procedures. They
both decided to stay and watched the rest of the process with wide-eyed
fascination.
Becky walked up to Joey and patted his bottom
tenderly. “I’m seeing a new side of you
today, Joey,” Joey flinched as she giggled.
She turned to the nurse, “Should we take his temperature first? His bottom feels quite hot.”
Diane Patrick smiled. Just a year out of nursing school, she was a
petite, attractive brunette. Most of the older boys were in love with her. “Go ahead, Becky,” she said. “Here’s the rectal thermometer, make sure you
lubricate him well.”
Becky chortled as she dipped her gloved finger
into the Vaseline and inserted it into Joey’s rectum, wriggling it around to
ensure good lubrication. Her finger was
much longer than Joni’s had been and she managed to massage Joey’s prostate as
she greased him up. Joey gave a quick
yelp and his penis sprang to attention.
For a second he thought he might shoot his load right onto Miss Simmons
desk, but he was able to control the impulse.
Becky then inserted the thermometer, entering
his rectum slowly and twisting the thermometer in her hands as it went in, so
Joey moaned in a mix of pleasure and pain and valiantly resisted the temptation
to allow his orgasm to proceed. As she
waited for the five minutes to elapse before withdrawing the thermometer, Becky
twirled it around at odd intervals, causing Joey to moan in the anguish or
denied orgasm. She used her other hand
to stroke his erect penis and swollen testicles, adding to his frustration and
humiliation.
Finally, the thermometer was removed and Becky
announce his temperature as “normal.”
Then she took several tissues and wiped the traces of lubricant from his
bottom crack and anus. The nurse then took over and carefully examined every
square inch of Joey’s exposed bottom and private parts.
“No serious damage,” she announced. “There are a few minor abrasions, but I’ll
just put some antibiotic cream on them. But he shouldn’t be spanked again today and his bottom should be exposed
as much as possible to promote healing. I’ll give Cathy some cream to put on the sore spots this afternoon and
at home tonight. Cathy, if there is any
sign of swelling or infection, bring him by my office first thing in the
morning, OK?”
Cathy smirked at the prospect of being able to
handle her brother’s private parts for the rest of the day and have him totally
at her mercy.
Nurse Patrick and Becky packed up their gear and
departed. Seeing that the show was over the two second graders also went back
to their classroom. Miss Simmons
motioned to the other girls to release Joey and they helped him down off the
desk where he stood shamefaced, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Miss Simmons sighed in resignation. “A big boy like you crying like a six year
old. Cathy, take him down to the little
boys room and get him cleaned up. Take
the baby wipes with you in case he has to go potty. Oh, and here’s his loincloth. Come here and let me put it on you, little
boy.”
The teacher produced a garment which had
obviously been made from a pair of girl’s panties. It had a normal waistband, but the back and
sides had been cut away so that all that remained was a bright pink rectangular flap about eight inches wide that
hung down in front and (just barely) covered Joey’s small penis and testicles. “There, now,” she said. “Now we won’t have the younger girls distracted
by looking at your little boy parts. Of
course, if any of the girls wants to lift the flap and play with your parts,
you will allow them to do it.”
Cathy led Joey out of the classroom and down the
long hall to the boys’ bathroom. As it
was in the middle of the period, Joey was relieved that there were only a
couple of children in the hall, most bound to or from the restrooms.
Like all the boys’ bathrooms at the Academy,
there were no doors or stalls, just a row of toilets along one wall and a row
of sinks along the other. There was a
small bathtub and shower on the far end. One of the high school girls was assigned as bathroom monitor each
period and any other girl who wanted to do so was allowed free entrance at all
times. A boy who needed to use the
bathroom during a class period was usually accompanied by a girl from his class
to make sure no “nasty” activities went on.
Boys, of course, were never allowed in the girls’ bathrooms.
Cathy led her brother into the bathroom which
was occupied at the time by two boys from the sixth and fourth grades and their
escorts. She led Joey over to the tub
area and said. “You’re all sweaty and
gross. Take off your clothes and get
into the tub.”
Joey reluctantly doffed his undershirt, socks
and loincloth and stood naked in the tub, blushing under the gaze of the four
girls and two younger boys. Cathy turned
to Mandy, the 12th grader who had the monitoring duty this
period. “Can I get a washcloth and a
towel, Mandy? Oh, and a pair of
tweezers, I see he has sprouted a couple of hairs since I last checked him”
The older girl smiled. “No problem, Cathy. Are you going to need a scrub brush too?”
Cathy shook her head. “No, I gave him a bath this morning and he is
pretty clean. I just need to get the
sweat and snot off him. At least he
didn’t shoot his load, so we won’t have to clean that up.”
Mandy looked appraisingly at Joey’s small boy
parts. “Does he shoot already? He doesn’t look that well developed.”
Cathy giggled. “Not a real load, just a few spurts of watery stuff now and then. Sometimes he’ll get a stiffie when I’m
washing his weenie and I’ll whack him off until he dribbles out a few
squirts. You should see the expression on
his face when he shoots his little bitty load.”
Joey’s face was now as red as his well-spanked
bottom. The two younger girls had gathered close to the tub and were hanging on
every word.
Finally Mandy produced the requested items and
Cathy began by pulling joey close to the edge of the tub and began looking for
the new hairs. She found two in his
pubic area and yanked them out with the tweezers. Joey yelped and winced as each hair came out
and his penis became erect. Lifting the
penis out of the way, Cathy inspected his scrotum and found two new hairs. This time the yelps were louder as the
tweezers did their work on his most sensitive body part.
“Do you see any more, Mandy?” She asked.
Mandy leaned over and examined his pubic area
very carefully. “No, I think you got
them all, Cathy,” she responded.
Cathy handed the tweezers back to Mandy, picked
up the washcloth and began vigorously scrubbing all of her brother’s body,
using copious amounts of soap and ignoring the boy’s yelps and moans as she
scrubbed the more sensitive areas. Finally,
she rinsed him off with the flexible shower hose and ordered him out of the
tub. She and Mandy rubbed him dry with
the towels until his pale body was bright pink from the rubbing and scrubbing.
Then Cathy led Joey over to the toilets. “OK, now go potty like a good little boy,”
She directed as though she were speaking to a toddler. “I don’t want to have to bring you back here
again this morning.”
Despite his embarrassment at the audience, Joey
was able to empty his bowels and bladder.
Cathy patted him on the head. “Such a good little boy! Now wipe
yourself off like you were taught to do and make sure you are clean all over
those little nasty areas.”
Joey complied and stood up and bent over so
Cathy could check his bottom.
“Hmmm,” she said. “Better than normal, but not as good as it
should be.” She gave him a few smacks on his already sore bottom, took the baby wipes and cleaned up the spots he had
missed.
Finally, Joey was allowed to put his undershirt,
pink loincloth and socks back on and Cathy led him back to the classroom.
End of Chapter 3
(The End)