And So It Began 3
By Running Bare
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Bare, all rights reserved
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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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And
So
It Began Part 3
One
of the most vivid memories of my naked times
was when Mrs. Wagner, Eddy’s mother, came to our house with Eddy. I was made to answer the
door naked without
covering my genitals, of course. After
opening it there stood Mrs. Wagner with a fully clothed Eddy standing
right
next to her. I
distinctly remember her
first remark.
“Oh,
Kenny, aren’t you precious. Look
Eddy now he can be naked without
worrying about getting in trouble.
And,
in the broad daylight you can see everything even the wrinkles in his
little
ball sack. Look! Oh, of course, you
probably have already seen
him naked in the broad daylight, haven’t you?
But, I must admit it’s the first time I have been able to
see his little
package and I’m enjoying the view.”
All
said with a ration of sarcasm and the attitude that justice was being
served.
I
also remember my mother greeting the two and
Eddy being told, as we entered the living room, “Go ahead, why don’t
you two
sit on the floor so Eddy can play with your penis.”
Both
of us were hesitant. I
mean how awkward can a situation get?
Two boys, one naked, one dressed, and both
mothers in a room while the naked boy’s mother suggests the clothed boy
play
with her son’s boy parts. Gotta
admit
that’s strange. As
the naked boy, I can
tell you it does tend to excite the juices responsible for erections. I was stiff.
Mrs.
Wagner said to my mom, “Good God, what kind
of genes has that child got? Look
at
that penis. It must
be five inches
long. And, that
cute little mushroom on
top of that long stem. Looks
good enough
to eat, doesn’t it?” I couldn’t believe they were talking like that
right in
front of us. “Go
ahead Eddy, play with
his peepee for us.”
“Well,
you’re a pretty good judge of size.
His erect penis is just a hair under five
inches. Billy and
Karen measured it.”
Both laughed.
At
first Eddy and I sat cross legged looking at
each other and making small talk. Both mothers were just sitting there
watching
us. One would think
they would be
involved in chit-chat or something, but they weren’t and we both felt
like we
were on stage.
“Go
on Eddy grab a handful of boyhood there.
Kenny’s penis is yours to play with.”
She
repeated her directive as both mothers sat on the couch watching. Mrs.
Wagner’s
tone was one of anticipation mixed with sarcastic disapproval. It was hard to figure out
what all this was
about.
Eddy
just sat there with a stunned look.
Then his mother came down on the floor next
to him. She slapped
the thigh of his
bare leg just where it met the hem of his shorts.
“Move over.
Let me show you what to do.”
There was almost a simultaneous grasp put on my erection. Her handling was very
aggressive—firm and
forceful. She
pulled my penis so hard
I’m surprised it stayed attached.
“Kenny lie down and spread ‘em so I can see what I’m doing
here.” She pushed
my chest until I reclined on the
carpet. I was
scared. She took my
entire ball sack between her finger
and thumb and pressed hard causing me to buckle.
After momentarily playing with my free
swaying dick, she aggressively pushed her finger into my anus. “God you are a beautiful
boy. What a
specimen you’ve got here Marianne.”
She flipped my unusually long erection and spouted, “You’re gonna make
some
lucky girl very happy indeed.”
Then to
my mother she chided, “Size matters”, whatever that meant.
At
the time, I remember thinking “I just wish
she’d get her finger out of my ass hole”.
I was beginning to feel like I was going to, at the very
least, fart
with her finger stuck all the way in there.
“Marianne,
I was going to take the boys to lunch
at Yaz’s would you like to come along?”
“No,
Sharon
thanks anyway, but I’ve got three other kids I have to feed and take
care of.”
“Let
Karen make lunch for the other boys, she
can handle it.”
“No,
I’m going to stay home, but you take Kenny
and have a good time.”
Now,
this was the first major glitch in what had
been going on over the past couple of days.
I was nude and she wanted me to go with her to lunch at a
public
place. At the very
least it was
something I hadn’t thought about, but had my mother?
I mean was she prepared to send me out into
the world naked as the day I was born?
“Mom,
what am I going to wear? I
mean I can’t go naked,” I asked.
“Oh
sure you can Kenny. You
didn’t mind showing your stuff to
passing motorists at night when you and Eddy played your version of
truth or
dare. You should be
happy they can see
it a little better in the daylight.”
Mrs. Wagner was relentless.
“Mom,
the sign,” Eddy interrupted her.
“What
sign?”
“The
sign on the door at Yaz’s. It
says, ‘No shoes, no shirt, no
service’. He can’t
go in there
naked. They
won’t let him.”
Thank
god for Eddy’s observation and attempt at
getting me out from under that startling moment.
“You
know, he’s right!” Mrs. Wagner
remembered. What a
relief, until...
“Marianne have you got some flip flops and a t-shirt we can use?”
My
mother grinned at the idea and went up to my
room. She returned
a pair of Nikes and a
Red Sox t-shirt. She
handed me the
clothing and said, “Put these on.”
After
donning the t-shirt I pulled the bottom
down in an attempt to cover my equipment.
Wasn’t going to happen.
No matter
how I adjusted it, my penis and scrotum peeked out from underneath as
I’m sure
did the bottom of my ass cheeks.
“Now
there you go. Everything
fits just right.” Both
my mother and Mrs. Wagner were delighted
and smiling.
Mom
then chided Mrs. Wagner, “Sharon, I just
wish I could see old Mr.
Sullivan’s (he owned Yaz’s) face when you bring him in like this.”
“Well
he has a shirt and shoes, now doesn’t
he? Tell you what,
I’ll take a cell
phone picture and send it to you. ” She chuckled back.
I
remember even Eddy was smiling. I
think he kind of got off on making me
parade around nude and was living vicariously as a flasher through me. This was the perfect
predicament for him to
do it, too. My observation was even more supported by his comment at
that
point, “Too bad he doesn’t have a half shirt to wear instead.” With that all three
laughed. I was
beginning to wonder how strong our
friendship was.
Yes,
we went to Yaz’s. Mrs.
Wagner paraded us both in. I
tried to stay as close to the back of Eddy
as I could. It
limited the scenery to my
bare butt cheeks sticking out beneath the back of the shirt. “Where’s his
pants?” Old man Sullivan asked.
“What?”
Mrs. Wagner acted completely unaware.
“His
pants.The boy’s pants. Where
are they?” Mr. Sullivan pointed at my
penis.
“Oh,
he’s on a therapy program. He
has to stay naked all the time. Here,
here’s a prescription signed by the
psychiatrist.” She
produced a copy of
Dr. Cheryl’s prescription for him to look at.
“I
never heard of such a thing. I
don’t think this is a good idea.”
He complained.
“Well,
then, are you a restaurant owner or a
doctor?” Mrs. Wagner was ready to get into it.
“Did
you read my sign?”
“Yes,
and he has a shirt and shoes on. It
says nothing about pants.” She
argued.
As
the discussion began to heat up, Mrs.
Sullivan came out from the kitchen.
“What’s the problem?”
“The
boy, the little boy over there. He’s
naked.” Her husband pointed out.
“Oh,
he’s beautiful. What
a darling little peepee.” The
old lady wasn’t the least bit
judgemental. “What’s
the problem?”
“We
can’t let him in here like that. You
think that’s a good idea?”
“Oh,
he’ll be fine. “
With
all this going on, I happened to glimpse
around and by that time almost every other diner was looking squarely
at my
lower body, some getting frontal shots, some backside and some a little
of
both. Yes, as
usual, I was hard as a
rock. My penis was supporting the t-shirt rather than being partially
covered
by it.
“We
don’t need a bare bottom on our chairs.
What if he leaves marks?”
The old man was trying to make his case.
I was secretly hoping he would.
Mrs.
Sullivan was on the girls’ side. “Just
let them eat and don’t get so
testy. Let Antonio
wipe the seat down
when he clears the table.”
Mr.
Sullivan relented and grabbed three
menus. He grunted
and motioned for us to
follow. As we left
the podium, Mrs.
Sullivan shouted, “Make him sit with his legs spread so we can all
watch that
cute penis.”
Mrs.
Wagner took advantage of the older lady’s
acceptance. “Would
you mind holding up
the front of his t-shirt so I can send a picture to his mother?”
“Not
at all, not at all. What
a cute little wiener he has there.”
The
flash went off as Mrs. Sullivan assisted.
Then it went off from various different
angles. I know this
because my mother
has actual prints of those pictures framed and on display in our house. Mrs. Sullivan, menus in
one hand and my
t-shirt hoisted by the other. My
penis
was sticking out straight as an arrow.
And in the darkened background fifty or sixty gawking
onlookers sitting
at tables and in booths. I
don’t think
you could identify a single customer tending to their lunch. All were fixed on the
naked kid’s boy
things. It
wouldn’t be quite so bad if
the photos weren’t so clear.
“I’m
sorry but he is soooo good
looking.
Why has it taken this long for someone to bring him in
here naked?” Mrs.
Simmons kept the shirt up as she
continued to inspect my hard on.
Mrs.
Wagner then responded, “Oh, don’t worry
about that. I’d
make him take the shirt
off as well if you didn’t have that policy.”
Both
women waved with a high five kind of
gesture.
We
were seated and I was instructed to keep my
penis in clear view. During
the meal
Eddy was told to rub my stuff. He
did so
and again almost everyone watched with glued attention.
I’m surprised much eating was getting
done. It was as if
we were more
interesting than their lunches.
“Hey,
Kenny, all these people are looking at
your wiener,” Eddy was grinning with delight.
I was beginning to question whether our best friend’s
status was built
on shaky ground. I
mean he was supposed
to be helping to protect me not delighting in my embarrassment. “Hey, Mom, maybe we can
make him do a little
dance for them when we are leaving.
You
know, tell him to lift up his shirt and wiggle his thing.” After that I knew my doubt
was well placed.
“Well,
Honey, I guess we could do that. I
think the people would get a kick out of
it.”
“Not
Mr.
Simmons though,” Eddy noted.
“No,
not Mr. Simmons. I
do think Mrs. Simmons would like it
though. She’d think
it was cute. What
do you think Kenny?”
I
sat silently not knowing what to say.
I could feel my flushed face pale a little
more as I caught glimpses of the number of cliental who were staring at
my
erect penis sticking out from under my short t-shirt from between my
spread
legs. There were
some who would act like
they’d seen a kid’s penis before. But they still took quick glances to
wet
their curiosity. Nobody
showed any signs
of disgust or protest.
“Kenny,
I asked you a question.”
“I
don’t want to. Can
I close my legs now?”
“What
and deprive all these meat gazers of that
wonderful peepee of yours? No,
don’t
even think about it. You
sit there with
those legs spread. In
fact pull up the
shirt. Go on up to
your navel. Let
them have a good look. I’d
bet there are at least fifteen or twenty
of them who would live to latch on to that critter.
Eddy why don’t you pull on your friend’s
penis? Just give it
a grab and a few
tugs for the people.”
I’d
just started to question whether all females
were so intrigued with kid’s penises when I felt Eddy’s grasp. His cold hand encircled my
erection and he
pulled it sharply, not once but twice.
Several of the other diners chuckled at the sight.
“Are
you folks ready to order?” Simultaneously,
the waitress flipped her pad
open and clicked her pen.
Mrs.
Wagner looked first to her son, “Eddy?”
“I’ll
have a hotdog, fries, and a Coke.”
Then
the waitress said, “You want your friend’s
hotdog? We could
cut it off and grill it
up for you.” Guess she thought that was cute.
“From the size of it, I’d say you’d have a pretty good
lunch.” Then she
turned to me, “And you, boner boy?
How old are you anyway?”
“Eleven,”
I mumbled.
“Eleven?
Some girl is going to have some fun with that. I don’t think I know any
guy who could have
been that hung at eleven.”
In
order to shut her up I started to order, “I’m
not very hungry. I’ll
have fries and a
Coke.”
Mrs.
Wagner then acted parental, “That’s not
much of a lunch. I
know you are in a bad
position here, Honey, but you can’t lose your appetite over it. Look, you’re going to be
naked for a log
time. You might as
well get used to it
now. You sure you
don’t want a hamburger
or something?”
“I’m
not hungry.”
“Okay,
suit yourself. I’ll
have the chef’s salad with blue cheese
dressing and iced tea please.”
“I
know it’s a little unusual, but so is having
a naked kid with a five inch boner sitting here, but could I cop a
little
feel?” The waitress obviously had no shame.
“If
you do, you’d better make sure you wash your
hands in front of all these onlookers or they won’t want to eat here
again.”
The
server bent her knees and fumbled around
with my penis and ball sack. She
finished up by pinching the tip of my penis hard.
“Oh, he’s soooo cute.”
Then she left.
After
lunch we went to the register to
check-out. Mrs.
Wagner ordered me to
lift my shirt up, face the crowd, and wiggle my hips so “your boner
dances.” As if that
weren’t enough, she
then told me to bend over with my “cute little ass facing them, spread
your
cheeks and wink at them”. When
I did so,
there was actually a round of applause.
No indignation, just applause and laughter.
I
had to relive the whole ordeal when she
brought me home and had coffee with my curious mother.
Mrs. Wagner reported almost every detail from
“When we went in he tried to hide front shots from everyone by sticking
close
to Eddy. You should
have seen old man Simmons. If
it wasn’t for Mrs. Simmons finding him
cute that way, we probably wouldn’t have been served.”
To, “When we left I made him do his little
flopping peepee dance and then bend over, spread his cheeks and ‘wink’
at
them.”
As
we watched television and I was further
embarrassed by reliving it though listening to the chit chat, Eddy
reached over
and grabbed my penis and yanked it again.
Then when I had settled back down he lifted it and punched
my ball sack
causing me to groan and buckle over.
He laughed
and I got angry. Just
as I began my retaliatory assault by punching him in the stomach, Mom
ordered,
“Kenny, take the shirt off. You’re
home,
you don’t need covering.”
I
had no idea where my brothers and sister
were. Turns out,
Karen was out gathering
her girl friends to “come to my house and feel my brother’s wiener”.
I’ll
just stop here and let your imagination run
wild as to what happened when the all showed up an hour or so later. In front of all those
girls, Eddy ended up
being the first to smoke my cigar, if you follow my drift. His mother made him do it
in front of all
those girls. Worst
part was when my
mother told him to “bite the tip, hard” before he was allowed to pull
off. It hurt.
Man did it hurt.
That
was how it all began. Let’s
just say, that year there were many
other places and many other faces.
(The End)