A Boy Toy For Hampton Beach
By Sir Cum Sizemore
copyright 2005 by Sir Cum Sizemore, all rights reserved

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explicit  depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If
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The summer of 1992 was very bittersweet for me.  I had the
opportunity to spend the summer with my Aunt Sue and her two
girls Pam and Kathy.  My cousins weren't the closest to me
as they were girls and eleven year old boys tended to spend
more time with friends and relatives within the same gender.
Even the ages weren't the same - Kathy the older one was 13
and Pam was eight.  My age landed me right in between the
two.  Pam was a tattle tale and Kathy was domineering.  My
aunt and I always seemed to gel though.  She knew how to
read me and seemed to understand kids better than most.

What made the vacation plan sweet was, Sue's late husband
made a lot of money and the family owned an ocean front
cottage at Hampton Beach, New Hampshire.  That's where
summers were generally spent by the family.  What eleven
year old boy wouldn't like the prospect of a summer on the
beach?

I was a very modest kid.  I didn't like to expose much of my
skin to anyone.  Shorts were out and the bathroom door was
always locked to keep out my three younger siblings and my
parents when I was in the bathroom.  I guess I knew my
modesty was a little abnormal because my mother would
challenge me with orders to wear shorts or open the bathroom
door.  She would ask why I was so shy about my body.  I just
didn't know.

During the six grade year my middle school had showers and
locker rooms and boys, and I imagine girls too, were to
change into gym clothes and shower after physical education
classes.  I found ways to avoid it.  My peers were generally
less conscientious about it than I was.  They'd parade
around nude in the locker room snapping each other on the
ass with wet tips of their towels.  There were times I'd get
caught not showering by the coach and he would give me a
zero for the day, but what's a P.E. grade?

Anyway, my Aunt and my mother made arrangements for me to
spend the summer at the cottage.  I was later to find the
ulterior motive for the offer, but who would have thought
there was one?

I remember the day my family arrived at the cottage and my
suitcase was unloaded.  My siblings were wondering why I got
to stay and they didn't.  They were somewhat pacified with
the explanation that each summer one of them would be
picked.  Being the oldest, I was to be first.  Again, I'm
convinced that was just a handy explanation for what was to
be the plan to "help him get over his modesty".   For the
two days the family was with me, we all just lived in our
bathing suits.  My mother or my aunt would take the little
ones suits off to rinse them off outside, but Kathy, Pam,
and I would rinse in the shower off the laundry room.

At the end of the weekend, my father hauled the luggage out
to the car.  I noticed, but didn't think a thing of it, that
my father had also taken the suitcase I brought my stuff in
out to the car with the others.  Guess I assumed it was
empty and that my stuff was in place.  My toothbrush was in
the holder and my bathing suit, a tee-shirt, and sandals
were on me so the assumption was everything else was in its
place.

"Jack you need to get a shower," Aunt Sue prompted as she
threw me a clean pair of underwear and a pair of pajama
shorts.  I got up and went to the laundry room shower as my
cousins were tied up with their own showers in the other
bathroom.

While I was in there the door opened momentarily and then
closed.  "Aunt Sue?" No answer. "Okay Kathy, I'm going to
tell."  Still no answer.  I peeked out from behind the
shower curtain but the bathroom was empty.  After drying off
I put my briefs on, but wasn't sure what had happened to my
pajama shorts.  I opened the door and shouted to my aunt,
"Aunt Sue, I can't find the pajamas you gave me."

She came around the corner and said, "That's because I
decided you don't need them.  You can just hang around in
your underpants tonight."

I wasn't pleased.  "Can't you just give me the pajamas and
let me alone?"

"No, you will only wear the underpants and if you keep
arguing I'll take them too."

Deciding to leave well enough alone, I slowly left the
bathroom.  The other kids were at the table.  "Mom, he's in
his underpants and nothing else."  

"That's okay.  He sleeps in his underpants at home.  Don't
you, Jack?"

"Well yes, but that's at home.  Not here."

"We're all family and your important parts are covered up
for the night.  What's to complain about?"

I sat down at the table to eat dinner.  I was uncomfortable
as there was entirely too much of me showing.  It was
especially disconcerting as I was in front of the girls.
But no one seemed to be making too much of it, so I was able
to lull myself.  I spent the entire evening in my underwear
on the floor of the living room.  Aunt Sue called me up to
the couch and rubbed my legs.  It felt good, but awkward
too.  But what could I say, she was the adult in charge and
I was the kid.

The next morning I was awakened by birds chirping outside
the window.  The sun was up and shining through.  I went to
the chest of drawers to find my swimsuit to dress for the
day.  As I slid the drawer open, the only thing I found was
a small piece of cloth with three strings on it.  It must
have been left there from some sewing project Aunt Sue was
working on.  I remember searching vainly for my clothes - in
the closet, under the bed, all of the drawers and night
stand - nothing.  I wandered to the kitchen where Aunt Sue
was up and drinking coffee. The girls were still in bed.  

"Aunt Sue, do you know where my clothes are?  I can't find
my swimsuit."

"I'm sure I put a suit for you in the top drawer.  It was
bright yellow."

"Well, there is a yellow scrap of cloth with strings on it
in there but no swim suit."

"Oh, Honey, that is the suit.  It's called a thong.  It's
what you will be wearing during the day."

"A what? Aunt Sue, there's nothing there to wear.  It's tiny
and I wouldn't know where the front and back are."

"Bring it here and I'll help you put it on."  That wasn't
going to happen.  She wasn't going to see my dick and balls
- no way.  Even if I had to wear that thing, I'd put it on
myself.  I didn't need help getting dressed.

"Where's my suit from yesterday?"

"I threw it away just before the garbage men came.  Oh, that
reminds me, I need to get the garbage cans back in the
garage.  Would you get them for me?"

"I'm in my underwear, I can't go out front to get them,
there are people out there."

"So what, you're a little boy and everyone knows what boys'
briefs look like.  Nobody will care, just go and get the
cans.  If they haven't seen a kid in his underpants yet it's
time to enlighten them."

"Please, Aunt Sue, I can't do this. It's too embarrassing."  

"If you'd feel better, you can put the thong on first.  Go
and get it and I'll show you how it works."

Compliantly I got the scrap.  Putting it down in front of
her, she began the instruction.

"This yellow triangle covers your dick and balls - penis and
testicles.  This string connects to the others after going
up your butt crack.  You tie these two off and you're
dressed."

"Jezzz, up my butt crack?  What covers my butt?"

"Nothing, that's one of the beauties of it."

"I don't want to wear this.  People will be looking at my
butt and they probably can see my privates too."

"Again, that's the beauty of it.  When it's wet they will
definitely see the outlines of your 'privates'."

"Why are you making me wear this?"

"You are too modest.  It will be your first step toward
getting more comfortable with your body.  It will improve
your tan and show off those legs all the way up.  Besides,
it's the in thing in Europe and on the west coast.  You'll
look cute in it.  Now go put it on before the girls get up
or I'll let them help you do it.  Your choice."

I didn't want the girls helping me.  It would be bad enough
for Aunt Sue to be involved, but certainly not the girls.  I
took the thing into the bathroom.  After taking off my
underwear, I rigged the thing the way Aunt Sue described.
The string up the ass was really uncomfortable.  Even more
so having my entire butt exposed was bothersome, but was
nothing compared to the occasional opening in the side of
the 'scrap' of cloth covering my boy parts.

"Jack, come out here and let me see it."  

Slowly, I opened the door and walked out.

"Oh my God, that's cute as it can be.  Turn around let me
see your buns.  Oh, this is great.  Don't you feel great?"

"No.  That string is going up my ass and it bothers me.
Having my ass bare bothers me.  I don't think my penis and
testicles are covered enough."

"Oh, nonsense.  At least you don't have to shave or wax like
the grown men who wear them.  I do like the electric yellow
color, it will look great if you wear it after you tan."

"What do you mean shave or wax?"

"If you were older you would have to shave or wax the hair
from your private area so the thong looked sexier.  See no
hair - no shave, no wax." She rubbed the tip of her index
finger very close to my protected territory to illustrate
where the hair might be. "Now, go out and get the garbage
cans."

"Like this?  People will see me."

"They're going to see you anyway.  You might as well slide
into it slowly.  Get the cans and when we go out to the
beach you might find it a little easier.  Now, go."

"To the beach?  What do you mean the beach?"

"You'll be wearing the thong for all your comings and goings
from now on. That includes the beach."

"I don't think I like this.  Can't we get me a suit?"

"It doesn't matter what you like.  It's about what I like.
You're the kid and I'm the adult.  Now, stop arguing and get
the cans and move them around back or I'll try a belt on
that bare little ass of yours."

I cautiously went out the door looking left and right to see
if any neighbors were out.  As I walked to the street a
traffic light must have changed because there was a sudden
burst of cars coming past the house.  There I was bare assed
getting those damned garbage cans.  Surprisingly, no one
beeped.  It was as if I was properly attired.  It did boost
my confidence a very little bit.

When I got back inside the girls were up and downstairs.
"Whoa, Jack, you aren't wearing much of anything.  Cute ass
though,"  Kathy piped in.

"Are you going to wear that today?  I mean out to the
beach?"  Pam asked more for confirmation than from
embarrassment.

"He's going to wear it to the beach and into town.  We're
going to go grocery shopping and you kids are going to have
to come along and help."

"Aunt Sue, I can't wear this into town.  I just can't do
that."

"You can and you will.  I'll give you a tee-shirt to wear.
Now eat breakfast, we'll go to the supermarket and get back
to catch the sun and the fun."

Momentarily, Aunt Sue threw me a tee-shirt.  I put it on.
It came to just below my navel and did nothing to cover my
bare ass and almost bare genitals.  I had to figure a way
out of the little field trip she had planned.  I just had
to.  But couldn't.

As we turned into the parking lot at the supermarket Kathy
began her taunting, "You know when you sit like that, I can
make out your wiener and the mushroom on top of it."  
Looking down I realized she was right.  The scrap was
covering the package but left nothing to the imagination as
to the content.  What in the hell was I going to do?

"Kathy, you leave him alone. You'll have plenty of time to
see his penis and testicles.  Don't tease him about it.
Here we are.  Okay, kids let's go."

"Aunt Sue, I think I'll just wait in the car."

"No you won't.  I bought that to show you off and you're
going to be showing yourself off, now get out and come on."

The store was packed.  People were buying supplies for
barbeques, picnics, and the day at the beach.  As I walked
in, I did get more than a fair amount of stares.  Some boys
who appeared close to me in age pointed and giggled.  Little
girls just gawked as did their mothers.  Men smiled.
Everyone made sure to check out my ass as I walked by.   It
was humiliating.  To make matters worse the exposure caused
my penis to rise to full salute.  I had to occasionally
actually cover the protruding glans which rose above the
small triangle that was supposed to cover it.  The chat and
glances were not my imagination either.  My aunt and
cousins, also aware of the gawking and chatter, were proud
of the attention I was drawing.

"Excuse me ma'am.  Where did you find that thong for him?  I
want to buy one for my ten year old son.  That's just
adorable. Don't you just want to pinch his little butt? And
look you can see his peepee.  It's hard and pushing the
cloth out to give you a side shot."

"I found it at Archer's downtown.  You can go ahead and
pinch him if you want. Jack, let the lady pinch your butt."

I couldn't believe it.  That complete stranger rubbed my
left cheek and pinched it.  Furthermore, my protector, my
aunt, invited her to do it.  

Turning toward an embarrassed boy standing beside her she
said, "Look, Adam, I'm getting you into one of those today.
In fact, it's off to Archer's after we leave the market."

"Not me, Mom, I won't wear one of those."

With a little slap to the same cheek she pinched, she turned
her buggy down the next aisle.  I could hear her over the
shelf saying, "Adam, you can have a choice, one of these or
nothing.  Take your pick."

For some reason the time we spent at the market did lessen
the apprehension of wearing it to the beach as most people
are scantly clad when they are at the beach.  At least I
knew there would be another kid my age in the same outfit.
Anyway, I felt I might stand a better chance of kind of
blending at the beach and would be less obvious.  To some
degree that was true, but not entirely.  Later that same
morning, when I made my debute on the beach, people still
took note and pointed to me while talking to others.  Some
rubbed my ass as they passed me.  Some gave me a little slap
on the bare cheeks.  Some made comments about putting some
sunscreen on my butt because it was starting to burn.  Not
to mention, I was the most photographed thing at the beach
that day.  No one was shy about it either.  I heard one who
said, "I'm going to post this on a newsgroup.  He's a
looker, don't you think? Just too bad his tan isn't caught
up yet.  Maybe later in the week if he's here." All and all
it was an embarrassing day.

"Aunt Sue can we go and get me another regular bathing
suit?"

"No, I love the attention you draw and I think it's cute on
you.  I did notice you took a towel down to the waterline
when you went in.  Why's that?"

"Because when it gets wet, it gets transparent.  You can see
everything."

"Well, from now on, no towels to the beach and you will go
and get wet.  You need to get used to people seeing your boy
parts.  It'll make things easier on you."

Now what in the hell was that supposed to mean?  I'd been
oblivious to the clues and hints of things to come, but
that's part of being eleven.

After an early evening swim the four of us returned to the
cottage.  Aunt Sue told me to get a shower in the laundry
room and that she would bring some clothing in and leave it
on the vanity while I showered.  Though I wasn't too keen on
her coming in the bathroom while I showered, there wasn't a
lock on the door of that bathroom and the curtain was solid
navy blue.  She wouldn't see anything I didn't want her to
see.

As I took the shower I heard the door open and Aunt Sue
said, "I put your clothes on the vanity".  The door opened
and she was gone.  Finishing the shower, I slid the curtain
back and grabbed a towel which was also folded on the vanity
and dried off.  When I finished I reached for the tee-shirt
on the counter put it on.  It was short.  I came to my
navel.  I thought maybe Mom had left one of my little
brother's instead of mine, but there was another problem.
No underwear, no pants, no socks, that shirt was all that
was there.  I looked in the cabinet below the vanity and
checked the cover on the toilet seat.  Nothing there!
"Maybe Aunt Sue just absentmindedly picked up the shirt and
forgot the underwear."

With the towel wrapped around my most private area, I opened
the door and hollered, "Aunt Sue, oh Aunt Sue."

She came from the kitchen and as I peeked through the
partially opened door I said, "There was only a shirt here.
I need some underwear."

"No, Jack, that shirt is your clothing for the time being.
Just put the towel on the rack and come on out.  Dinner is
almost ready."

"But I can't come out without any underwear on."

"Why not?  I used to change your diapers and the girls have
babysat for many a little boy.  You don't have anything they
haven't already seen."

"But I just can't do this.  I'll just stay in here until you
can find something for me to wear."

"That's the point, Jack there isn't anything for you to
wear.  Your mother took all of your clothes home with her.
She and your father decided you should spend the summer as
bare as I found acceptable.  They want the girls and me to
help you get over the modesty issue.  The thong is step one
and this is step two.  You can stay in there for awhile if
you want, but I expect you at the table for dinner or I'm
going to use a belt on you. Do you understand?"

"Yes."  I started to cry in frustration.  I closed the door
and tried to figure out a way out of the situation.  No
good.  There wasn't a way out.  After a half hour of trying
to think through it, Aunt Sue opened the bathroom door and
said, "It's time to eat.  Put the towel on the rack and get
to the table right now."  I hesitated and she grabbed the
towel.  Quickly and instinctively my hands went to cover my
genital area.  "You can move those hands right now.  If I
catch you holding yourself or covering I'm going to use the
belt.  Now, hands to your side."   Slowly I moved them
exposing my four inch erect, circumcised penis.  My
testicles were not fully descended as I hadn't begun puberty
but they were hanging looser than a little boy's.  "My, it's
gotten bigger since I used to change you, but it's still
cute. Common' let's show it to the girls."

What could I do?  As I entered the kitchen both girls began
to giggle.  My peter was bouncing with each step I took and
I'm sure that made it more amusing. I quickly sat down so as
to limit the viewing time.  As dinner was served Pam kept
looking under the table to see what she could see.  Noticing
it my aunt then proclaimed the first rule of "bare time".
"Jack when you sit, I want you to spread your knees apart so
your penis is always exposed.  Pam can't see it when you
keep your legs together.  So spread 'em."  Pam immediately
looked under to ensure my compliance.

"Mom, how long does Jack have to be naked?" Pam asked.

"He's not naked, he's got a shirt on." Kathy noted.

"Okay, how long does he have to show us his wiener?" Pam
reworded her question and made a face at her sister.

"Oh, I don't know.  Maybe we should vote on it."  Aunt Sue
offered. "How many would like for him to get some pants on
now?  Raise your hand."

Mine was the only one to be raised.

"How many want him to stay naked for the rest of the night?"
Both of the girls raised their hands.

"How many would like him to be bare anytime he's at home?"
Again, both girls and Aunt Sue raised their hands.  "Okay,
Jack, from now on you can take your thong off at the door.
You may not put it back on unless I tell you to.  Do you
understand?"

"Please don't make me be naked in front of them."  I replied
pointing at my giggling cousins.

"Do you understand the rule I just told you? You are to be
naked whenever you are in the house and I will decide if you
get to wear the thong from now on."  Aunt Sue was getting
pissed I could see it in her eyes and there was definitely
an angry determination in her voice.

"Yes, I understand."

"Can we touch his thing when he's naked?" Pam asked
sheepishly.

"As much as you want.  Just grab anything you want and play
with it."  Aunt Sue answered.

"Can my friends feel him up, too?" asked the unusually
silent Kathy.

"Why not? I think they'd like that, don't you?"  

Both girls yelled, "YES!!!"

"You girls are going to have chores to help take care of
Jack this summer.  Most of it will entail bathing him,
keeping sunscreen on him, and babysitting him for me.  You
will have privileges to spank him if you think he needs one
or ground him."

"If we spank him, do we get to use the belt?" asked the
impish Pam.

"Yes, Honey, that's how it's done.  In fact, you can use
that wide belt Daddy used to wear with his jeans.  After he
died, I put it in the closet in my room.  We'll just pull it
out and keep hit handy."

"Can I spank him now?" Pam asked smiling at me.

"Why?"

"For practice," the little shit giggled.  She was pushing.

"No, I think we'll wait until he breaks the rules.  But, I'm
sure you will get to do it within the next day or two.  The
rules are going to be hard for him to keep.  Most of them
are about his not so private private areas."  She gave me a
momentary relief from spanking but her witty remark about
private parts was prophetic.

"Why don't you kids go in the living room and watch
television.  I'm going to clean up the dishes.  Jack, you
are to lie on your back with your legs spread and hands
behind your head.  The girls may touch anything they wish.
I see you still have that little boner and they'll find
bouncing that around intriguing."

"What's a boner, Mom?" Pam put on her cutsie baby voice.

"See his penis?  That's this thing."  Aunt Sue pinched my
glans and stretched out my penis.  "Well, when little boys,
and big boys for that matter, get aroused or excited it gets
hard like this.  When it's hard we call it an erection, or,
in more guttural terms a boner."

"Oh.  Can I touch his boner?"

"Sure, why don't you grab it and pull him into the living
room.  Then you can play with it for awhile.  Your sister
can help you with anatomy questions until I get in there."

Pam put a death grip on my penis and yanked the hell out of
it.  "Oooooo, it's hard, is it always hard?"  

Kathy took that question.  "No, silly, it's hard when he has
a boner.  Sometimes people call boners hard-on's.  They call
it that because it is so hard when it sticks out like that."

Satisfied and giggling Pam tightened her grasp and ushered
me to the living room.  As we entered, Kathy who had not
been too involved said, "You need to lie down.  We need to
examine you."

"I don't want you to examine me.  I don't want you to touch
me.  So, no!"

"Mom, Jack isn't minding me," Kathy whined.

"Get the belt.  It's on the door knob of his bedroom.  I'll
be in to coach the spanking in a minute," Sue ordered from
the kitchen.  Kathy jumped to her feet and retrieved the
belt.  She proudly displayed it to me as she reentered the
room.  It was wide and it had little silver metal ornaments
up and down the length with a big western style buckle.
This was going to hurt.

"Jack you are to do whatever the girls ask.  No lip.  Just
do it.  To get the point across, I'm going to let Kathy give
you ten with the belt and then I'm going to let Pam give you
ten more to remind you of her authority too.  Now, come over
here."  She took a wooden chair and sat Pam in it. "Pam I
want you to grab his bag with this hand and stretch it out
as far as it will go.  Now grab his penis with this hand and
squeeze it tight so you can keep him in place while Kathy
spanks him."  There I was scrotum stretched at least three
inches and a death grip applied to my penis and she was
pulling.  Sue put my hands on opposite sides of the chair
back and spread my legs.  "Now, Kathy hit his butt with the
belt.  I want you to swing hard.  Remember the harder the
spanking the more likely you won't have to do it again."

Suddenly there was a swishing sound which ended with a
searing pain to my backside. Again, the same sound the same
result.  I was sure the ornaments were making imprints on my
skin.  At any rate, you did know they were on the strap.  It
stung and the ornaments hurt with each stroke.

"Slow down Kathy, he needs to have time to consider each
lash.  Hit him then count to five or ten to yourself and
then plant another one on him."

Swish, swat there came the fourth.  Then the fifth.  Each
lash brought on a new elevation of pain.  I was crying and
begging for it to stop.  Those ornaments intensified the
hurt to a new level.  Even though she was a kid, it hurt
badly.  "Let me see was the six or seven?" Kathy asked.

"I don't know just make it six. We don't want to err on the
side of leniency now do we?" Sue chided.

Sue had spanked me many times before, but never to this
extreme.  She had even used a belt on me before, but never
one with ornaments and never on the bare bottom.  She was
turning over a new leaf.  A leaf that empowered two kids one
not much older than I and one significantly younger.  

Swat.  Another landed on the area just below my butt cheeks.
That was nine.  Swat.  "That's ten.  Okay girls, switch."
Kathy put the clamp on my penis and stretched out my
scrotum.  Pam began belting me with an excited vigor.  Her
swats were less damaging than her older sisters.  I guess
Sue was aware of it.  "Pam, you need to hit him with the
buckle end of that belt."  All of a sudden the dull swats
began biting into my skin.  The feeling was so harsh I knew
that damn thing was cutting into my skin.  I was alternately
screaming in pain and begging for a cessation.  Neither
seemed to land on interested ears.

"Keep going Pam.  Do all ten," Sue coached her youngest.  

Having finished the final stroke my backside was burning.
The pain was so intense I was sure it was bleeding too from
the contact of those silver ornaments and the buckle.  I
reached to rub, but was stopped by Aunt Sue.  You don't rub
that bottom, you let it hurt for awhile.  Now go stand in
the corner until I tell you to come out.  I walked to the
corner and the girls giggled and rehashed the feeling they
got being able to literally whip their cousin's ass.  They
also commented on the color and stripes as I stood in the
corner.

When I was released from the corner, I was instructed to lie
down and do what Kathy had told me to do.  Not wanting a
repeat performance, I complied.  The girls began playing
with my dick and balls.

The next morning, I woke to the sunlight and the sound of
the birds outside.  It was early, but Aunt Sue was up and
fixing breakfast.  I went to the bathroom and took my
morning piss.  Then, reluctantly, I went to the kitchen.  
The girls weren't up yet.  Aunt Sue popped me on the ass as
I walked past her to get some orange juice.

"You are a very handsome little boy, Jack.  I don't
understand your concern about showing off your penis and
ass.  They're perfectly normal.  I want you to play with
your penis, and get it hard for the morning.  Go ahead, I
want to watch you do it."

I reached down and began teasing my penis, wiggling it
around, pulling on it and rubbing my scrotum.  Rather,
quickly the penis came to life and began pointing straight
forward.  Aunt Sue smiled and said, "You'll have to put on
that show for the girls sometime today."

The girls got up and had breakfast and we were ushered out
to the beach.  Aunt Sue handed me my thong and gave me
permission to wear it.  I never thought I would find that
attire to be welcomed, but after being nude for twelve hours
it was a welcome change.

Aunt Sue explained, "Kids, the Zimmermans are having their
annual barbeque tonight.  We're going to have to come up
early and clean up for the occasion."  Then she started to
explain it to me,  "Jack, it is one of the biggest shindigs
at the beach, there will be a couple of hundred people
there.  There will be lots to eat and all the soft drinks
you guys want to drink."  

"Yeah, Jack, you should see.  Last year they had fireworks
too."  Pam was definitely excited about the party.

"I liked the ribs and all the boys who come - especially
that dreamy Eric Tilden.  He's soooo cute. I wish he could
come spend the night in a tee shirt so I could see his
thing," Kathy reminisced with a girly smile.

I was told to go into the water.  Obviously, Aunt Sue was
into introducing my private parts as well as my completely
bare ass to the other beachgoers.  After going in and body
surfing a few waves, I looked up and could see people
pointing at me.  I knew they were commenting on my bare
buns.  As I stood up it was apparent my penis and testicles
were also quite visible through the almost transparent
material.  The attention and the now clear view of my
package caused an erection to mount rather rapidly.  Again,
my glans was hard to contain.  It wanted to poke out the top
or one of the sides of the thong.  Aunt Sue beckoned me to
the blanket and asked me to walk the quarter mile to the
snack stand for a cup of coffee for her.  She gave me enough
to buy Cokes for me and the girls.  It was apparent one of
her goals was to satisfy her caffeine craving, but she also
wanted to expose my privates to all of the people between
the blanket and the snack shack.  With my hands full I
couldn't hide the peeking glans from the view of onlookers.
And, predictably, it poked out the side of the thong for all
to see all the way back to the blanket.  And seen it was,
giggles, pointing and remarks confirmed its appearance to
the public.

When I returned the girls got to take turns rubbing
sunscreen on me.  They were instructed to make sure to do my
butt cheeks really well.  Kathy asked if she could do my
"beans and wiener" to make sure they were protected.  (It
amazed me to hear a girls use the wiener and beans terms.  I
thought only boys knew that.)  Aunt Sue told her to just
untie the thong and remove it to put the sunscreen on.  As
Kathy reached to pull the string holding the whole thing
together I yelled, "Hey! Leave it alone!"

Then I realized Aunt Sue had given permission and I
instantly knew something worse that public nudity would
befall me.  

"Let her take it off and put the lotion on.  If I hear
another word, she can take it off and it will stay off."

"Mom, shouldn't we spank him for that?"

"No, I have something else in mind.  We won't need to spank
him.  Just put the lotion on slowly."

So she did. I was humiliated lying there on the public beach
without any covering as this almost same aged girl rubbed my
scrotum and penis vigorously.  Luckily few people, if any,
noticed, or, if they did, they didn't find it unusual.
There were some four and five year olds not far from us
running nude on the beach, so maybe they were used to naked
kids.  Whatever, I had more attention when my thong became
totally revealing the hour before.  

Not getting a spanking for that was a relief.  What bothered
me and continued to bother me as I lay stretched out on the
blanket was what Aunt Sue had "in mind" for me.

At two o'clock we picked up the stuff and headed to the
cottage.  When we arrived, I was told to remove my thong and
shower in the laundry room.  I dried off and went to the
living room to watch television until it was time to go to
the party.  The girls and Aunt Sue were wearing jean shorts
and tee shirts.  I was hoping this was a sign that I too
could wear decent clothing to the Zimmerman's.  

"Okay, we'd better get started, if we are going to be on
time."  Aunt Sue was anxious to get the show on the road.

I was kind of concerned that I'd have to wear that thong to
this event.  Not wanting to push the issue, but still
wanting to drop a hint I asked, "What am I going to wear to
this party?"

Aunt Sue asked the brats, "What should we let him wear to
the Zimmerman's? I kind of like what he has on now, don't
you?"

"I kind of like what he's wearing now, too," grinned Kathy,
teasingly.

"Me, too!" chirped in Pam

Feeling the need to bring the discussion back to reality, I
stated the obvious, "Knock it off, I can't go like this."

Aunt Sue then remarked, "Oh but you can.  I kind of like the
idea, too.  So will the guests.  It'll give them something
to talk about.  But, I can't be that mean, I picked up
something in town yesterday.  Let me get it."

"Whew, I was getting a little scared there," I said.

Aunt Sue left and went to her bedroom.  She returned and
threw me a bag.  Inside the bag was a tee shirt.  Screen
printed on the shirt was a statement on the front, "This is
my boy toy" with an arrow pointing down and on the back it
said, "Please play with it!"

"Put the shirt on, Jack." I put it on and it didn't cover my
navel.  That arrow was pointing right to my genital area.  

Kathy broke the giggling with her appraisal, "I like it,
Mom.  This time you've outdone yourself."

"Okay, let's go."

"But Aunt Sue what about my thong?"

"Just leave it hanging there. It needs to dry out overnight.
You are wearing the only thing you will be wearing tonight.
Now, let's go."

"I feel sick.  Maybe I should just stay here.  You go and
I'll be all right."

"Oh no, young man, I've invested eight dollars in your
outfit for tonight and you're going sick or not.  By the
way, anyone who wants to play with your 'boy toys' can do
it.  If I hear of you denying anyone's touch, I'll spank you
in front of everyone there.  Understand?"

"But this isn't right.  You might get arrested for abuse or
something."

"It's a beach and there are nude bathers occasionally.  No
one gets their briefs in a knot.  Besides, Bill Zimmerman is
the chief of police here in Hampton Beach and his wife is
expecting a cute little bare boy at the party tonight.  I
called them. Any more argument and I'm going to get the
belt.  Now, go!"

Not wanting to get there sporting a red bottom, I
reluctantly walked out the door.  The sun was going down,
but there was still light enough for my penis to be seen by
all as we made the two mile trek down the beach to the
party.  People pointed and laughed.  Those who read the
shirt could be heard commenting.  One group of teenaged
girls called out, "Come over here little boy and we'll play
with your toys!" They giggled but obviously weren't
expecting what happened next.

Aunt Sue brought the entourage to a halt and turned to me,
"Go over there and let them play with your toys.  We've got
a few minutes.  Kathy, walk him over there.  Jack, keep your
hands behind your back."  Aunt Sue and Pam stood there and
talked and watched the sun set.

Kathy grabbed my dick and pulled me toward the girls'
blanket.  They all stopped giggling and their jaws dropped.
When we got to the blanket, Kathy said, "Go on, do whatever
you want to him.  We've got a few minutes."

Suddenly my penis went from Kathy's hand into the hands of
three aroused teenage girls.  They pulled and prodded.  They
pinched my testicles bringing me to my knees and causing me
to beg them not to do that.  It only encouraged them more.
For ten minutes I was pulled, prodded and pinched.  One girl
turned me over her lap and slapped the fire out of my bare
butt.  It hurt, but not like that belt of Aunt Sue's.
Another forced her finger up my hole.  I'd never had anyone
do that to me before.  It hurt, but then it was strangely
uncomfortable but pleasant.  Her friends just said, "Ooooo,
I can't believe you did that."

She said, "I just wanted to know what it felt like in there.
And, what the hell, his sister said we could do whatever we
wanted."

"I'm his cousin, not his sister," Kathy corrected in a
rather disconcerted way that made me feel even less
important.

Thankfully, Aunt Sue beckoned, "Okay, kids let's go.  We've
got a mile more before we get there."

As we walked, Aunt Sue told Pam she was in charge of making
sure I had a boner the whole time we were to be at the
Zimmerman's.  Actually, that wasn't going to be too
difficult considering the situation.  She was told to either
rub my penis if it went 'soft' or make me rub it in front of
the other guests until it was hard again.

When we arrived at the Zimmerman home I was impressed with
the size.  Almost so impressed I had forgotten my situation
of being completely naked below the waist.  A woman's shrill
voice pierced the silence, "I'm so glad you folks could
come".  A fiftyish woman approached us. "This must be your
nephew, let me check out those little boy parts."  Holding
me at arms length she lifted my tee shirt up to my nipples.
"That is just so cute."  Reaching down she gently squeezed
my glans and then cupped my scrotum. "Oh, it's been years
since I've touched a little one's little one.  There's just
something about hairless little peckers that can't be
duplicated. Come sit on my lap for awhile, Jack, is it?"

"Yes, Ma'am." I replied in an overly polite way which wasn't
at all like me.

Mrs. Zimmerman sat on a chaise lounge by their swimming pool
and stroked my erect boyhood.  Occasionally she would twist
the glans between her thumb and forefinger.  Eventually she
engulfed the penis between her two palms and began to rotate
it rapidly by moving her hands back and forth.  I'm not
going to lie, it felt great.  I reached a point where my
hips thrust forward, my toes pointed out and my arms and
legs went into extension.  The rush of the orgasm was
indescribable.  

"My grandson likes that, too.  You did like it didn't you?"

Knowing I was supposed to say no as we were taught in
school, I just couldn't.  We were also taught not to lie, so
what was I to do.  I felt it was better to err on the side
of truth.  "Yes, ma'am it made me feel very good."

"Jack I have to put you down now, I've got more guests
coming.  Maybe someday your aunt can leave you here and we
can show off that little gem of yours."

"Hi Jack, I'm Mr. Zimmerman.  A rather large man offered his
hand.  I guess my wife has been getting to know your little
rod there, has she?  Jack, you need to help me serve the
guests tonight.  I want you to carry the refreshment trays
around and let the people drink and explore your smooth
young body.  They do like seeing little naked kids.  What,
you must be ten or eleven?"

"I'm eleven."

"Come over here and I'll get you started.  Do you know we're
going to have fireworks tonight?  Do ya' like 'em?"

"Yes, I like them."  

"Helen, bring your girls over here to meet Jack."  Mr.
Zimmerman waved a woman with three girls over to him.
"Girls this is Jack and he likes to be played with, if you
know what I mean."

At that the oldest girl who appeared to be my age grabbed my
penis and yanked it hard.  I just grunted as she did it.
The two younger girls one who appeared to be five or six and
another who might have been eight or nine, joined in the
fun.  The little one fingered my balls, while their mother
looked on.  Aunt Sue kept an eye on me from a distance.
Kathy wandered over and told the girls they could touch
whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted.

Mr. Zimmerman went over to Aunt Sue and began chatting.  She
nodded in an affirmative fashion and then he came back over
to me.  "Here, lift your arms."  I complied and he took off
the tee-shirt.  "I decided you should be completely naked
tonight.  It leaves nothing to the imagination."  

Within the hour, there were about two hundred people
gathered and most had commented on the naked boy and how
cute he was.  Then Mr. Zimmerman took the stage and grabbed
a microphone.  He welcomed everyone to the party.  He then
called me to the stage and told me to dance for the people.
I didn't know what to do.  I didn't dance.

"I don't want to dance."

"I didn't ask what you wanted to do, I told you to dance for
the people.  It doesn't have to be fancy just get that
little hard-on bouncing around for them.  That's all we want
to see."

"But I don't know how to dance."

"Well, I have a sure fire way to teach you to dance."  With
that he pulled off his belt and bent me over a table.
Swish, swat the strap hit me hard.  It burned.  Swish, swat
again the belt fell on my backside.

I began crying and screaming for Aunt Sue to rescue me.  She
just stood in the front row saying, "Go ahead, Frank, warm
him up good."  He commenced to doing just that.  Swish,
swat, swish, swat.  The crowd started cheering and clapping.
Swish swat.  I was crying hard.  The heat being generated by
my butt was unbelievable. Swish, swat.  The belt kept
coming.  He must have let he have twenty to thirty swats,
then releasing me I did dance, rubbing my backside as I
pranced around the stage crying.  People laughed and
clapped.

"See, he just needed to be wound up a little."

"Boys and girls, you can play doctor or just feel him up.
Take him over to the beach house and explore him."

A teen girl came over and took me by the hand.  Using her
free hand she felt my bottom and said, "Woooowwww, that's a
real warm one."  

Suddenly, we were surrounded by a number of other kids
yelling, "I wanna' feel it, I wanna' feel it."

Taking me to the beach house she turned me over to the
little ones.  A boy about eight or nine was intrigued with
my "pee hole".  He spent a few minutes squeezing my glans to
open it up.  Suddenly he was gone.  He reappeared a minute
or two later with a red thing in his hand.  "I want to put
this coffee stirrer in his pee hole."  

My crying still hadn't stopped, but I was able to reply to
that, "I don't think so."

Then the big girl and Kathy grabbed me.  The bigger girl
grabbing my arms and Kathy spreading my legs.  "Go ahead,
Joey.  See if you can get it in there."  I wrestled as the
kid squeezed the opening and began to jab at it with the
coffee stir stick.  "It's hard so his pee tube should be
straight, push it in there."  The kid tired and got about
two inches of it in my urethra.  Then because of the screams
of pain, he thought better of it and pulled it out. The
inside wall of my penis burned from the experience.  It felt
as though the kid had sanded the inside of my urethra.

Then the big girls flung me on my stomach and again spread
my legs.  Kathy took her fingers and shoved them in my butt
hole. I wiggled in an attempt to get away from the
unpleasant stimulus.  My ass cheeks were still burning from
the belt whipping and now I was being invaded by my cousin's
fingers.  Until, "Hey, let me try that."  The older girl
swapped places with Kathy and she began to insert her middle
finger all the way.  "Whoa, it's warm in there, but not as
bad as I thought.  Hey, what's this lump?"  Pushing on my
prostate sent an amazing sensation throughout my body.  It
kind of startled the invader.  She withdrew her finger and
backed away from me.

Aunt Sue came around the corner of the bath house and
watched as the other kids totally explored my nude body.
When there was a lull she said, "Jack, Mr. Zimmerman wants
you to start taking a tray around with you."  Handing me the
tee-shirt which was removed earlier she said, "And, he wants
you to put this shirt back on."  Great, I'd be passing out
sandwiches with a written proposition hanging off my back.
I put the shirt on and went to find Mr. Z.

"Okay, Jack, here you go.  Don't drop any of these, we paid
the caterer a fortune to make them.  Just walk around and
offer the guests one.  Some will want you to put the tray
down so they can explore your 'family jewels', but I expect
you to let them.  If you do a good job I'll give you twenty
bucks.  Botch it and I'm going to give you another round
with my belt."

Well, at least it wasn't going to be slave labor.  He was
going to pay me.  The night went off without a hitch.
Several old ladies liked flicking my erect penis with their
fingers and many of the men like swatting me on the bare
bottom to see if they could leave a hand print on the tan
globes.  Other than that, nothing like the kid with the
swizzle stick happened again.

When we got home, I was sent to bed and glad about it too.
I was tired, but twenty bucks richer.

The next morning Aunt Sue handed me the thong and said, "Put
this on, we have to go into town this morning.  I have this
great idea for you.  It's a money maker.  I thought about it
last night when you earned the money at the Zimmerman's."

"Aunt Sue, if I gotta be in public at least let me wear some
shorts or a bathing suit that covers more than this does.
It's embarrassing to walk around in front of people with my
butt showing.  I mean they can even see my crack.  It's like
I'm not wearing anything."

"Keep it up and you won't be wearing anything. Put it on and
keep your mouth shut."

I knew it wasn't beyond her to make me stroll through town
in my all together, so I didn't push the issue.  The first
place we stopped was a tee-shirt place where they custom
print them.  No doubt this is where the infamous 'boy toy'
shirt came from.  She went in and told us to wait outside.
Fifteen minutes later she emerged with a bag.

Next stop was a printer's office.  She went in and left me
to wiggle my tanned bare ass at passerbys.  When she came
out she was carrying a large, thin rectangular package.  It
was wrapped with shop paper so I couldn't see what it was.

Curiously we stopped at an adult bookstore with windows
advertising "xxx rated magazines" and "sex paraphernalia of
all sorts".  I tried to look in the windows where the paint
had scraped off, but I couldn't see anything.  That must
have been a sight, an eleven year old bare assed boy on his
tip toes peeking through a scraped area in a sex store
window.  That might have been a cover for "Life" magazine,
or an off-color Normal Rockwell print.

Then we went to Burger King for lunch.  As we walked past
the "No shoes, no shirt, no service" sign, I wondered why it
didn't address "no pants".  Here's a bare assed kid with a
tee shirt and scandals on, but if one of the latter was
missing I wouldn't be served.  Go figure.

When we got home, Aunt Sue told Kathy to bring the wagon
from the garage.  She pulled it into the family room and
began rigging it.  First she put some signs on the wagon.
They rose from its bed in a pyramid fashion.  Both sides
were the same.  I didn't like what I was reading.

   Fondle me for fifteen minutes - $1.00
   Orally stimulate me - $5.00
   Whip me with a belt - .50 per whack
   Spank me with your hand - .25 per whack
   Make me masturbate for you - $3.00
   Anal finger or dildo penetration - $2.00
   30 minute photo session - $3.00

Then she put a thing that looked like a plastic penis in the
wagon along with a belt.  Handing me another tee-shirt that
said, "I hate this thong, pay me to take it off for you,"
she told me to put it on.  I didn't like where this seemed
to be going.

"Now, here's the deal.  You will pull this little wagon up
and down the beach for the entire afternoon.  Any money you
make will be split, 50/50.  I get 50 percent and you keep 50
percent.  Pam you walk with him and make sure he keeps
moving.  You can collect the money.  He doesn't have
anyplace to keep it. If he stops before he has a paying
customer, take the belt out and whip him good to show
everyone the joy of disciplining the 'naughty boy'."

Great, now she and her elves were pimping me out.

Hoping the better angels of people's character came with
them to the beach, I pulled the wagon.  One hundred yards
down the beach some teenagers were playing volleyball.
After reading the sign, one of them yelled, "Hey, kid wait a
minute.  We might want to buy something."

One of the boys yelled, "Hey Pete let's buy some ass
whipping.  How much money do you have?"

"I've got eight dollars, but I have to keep five for gas to
get home."

"Well, three dollars will buy six whacks with a belt.  You
in?"

"Sure."

The teenage girls accompanying them (some of whom wore about
as much as I was wearing) giggled and said, "Let's see what
you guys can do.  See if you can get him crying with six
whacks."

They paid Pam.  She handed them the belt. "Okay, kid take
off the thong."

"Can't you just do it while I wear the thong?  I mean my
butts bare as it is."

"No we want to see that little dick of yours as it bounces
with the swats.  Don't you girls?"

"Yeah, kid take off the thong."

My penis was at full staff anticipating the disrobing in
front of the teenagers.  I slowly undid the string and let
the thong drop.  My engorged member bounced in the freedom.
"I just love little kids' dicks, they are so skinny and look
long for their size.  Look at it bounce," one of the girls
remarked at the sight.

Taking me to a chaise lounge they made me bend over one of
the girl's legs.  She held me down while my ass was in the
air.  At this point we had drawn an audience of beachgoers,
both young and old.  The boy with the big mouth took the
belt and rapidly swung it.  I felt the leather tear into my
cheeks as it hit. "SWWWWWAAAAKKK," it stung bad.  The next
one followed quickly after the first, "SWWWWAAAAKKK", it
caught me on the upper thigh. These boys weren't much less
effective with the damn belt than Mr. Zimmerman was with
his.  Only they could only hit me six times.  He did a lot
more.  Clinching my fists and gritting my teeth, I wasn't
going to let them have the satisfaction of crying.
SWWWWWWAAAAKKK another crossed both cheeks.  "Geezz, you can
see the stripes.  You hit pretty good."

"I ought to, I've had enough of them given to me.  It's all
in the wrist."

"Yeah well I'm paying for this so I get to do the last three
myself."  Handing the belt to his friend the loud mouth kid
sat with the girls.  SWWWAAAKKK the next blow came.  My butt
was burning and that pushed out a yell of pain from me.
"Ah, ha, see, I made him scream.  Guess you aren't as good
as you thought you were."  When I screamed the crowd
applauded and whistled.  SWWWWAAAAKKKK, it hurt man, it
hurt.  I might not have been crying, but my eyes were teary.
One more and I'd be free of this, SWWWWWAAAKKKK.  I had
survived.

Then I heard a man's voice from the crowd, "Here, let me
have two dollars worth."  He paid Pam.  I almost cried with
disappointment.  Taking the belt, he threw it back behind
him and with a side style swing, SWWWWAAAAKKKK the strap hit
my now ruby red butt.  I couldn't bear it.  I screamed a
high pitch howl.  The audience laughed.   Yeah, they laughed
at it.  SWWWWWAAAAKKKK another blow to my bare ass sent a
surge of pain I could no longer bear and I began to sob and
beg for him to stop.  "Uh, uh, kid I paid for four and four
I'm going to get."  SWWWWAAAKKKK the belt hit me again. I
tried to wiggle free but the teenagers held me in place.
SWWWAAAKKKK the final blow, at least I hoped so.  Like a
macho man the guy put the belt down and strolled slowly back
to his girl friend.  All I could think as I sobbed was,
"Yeah, what a man."

The girl who was holding me put some suntan lotion on her
hand and rubbed it into my sore ass.  As she reached to do
my dick, Pam said, "no, fondling costs a dollar."  So the
girl stopped.

One onlooker, from the audience, came forward.  She must
have been in her mid to late twenties.  She was an
attractive girl in a two piece bathing suit.  She appeared
to have kind eyes which shared empathy for my situation.
"Little girl, I want to buy some time with your brother.
Here's ten dollars for an hour of fondling him and an hour
of photo taking."  Turning toward me as I retrieved my thong
she said, "It's okay son, don't put that back on.  Come over
to my blanket and let me help you feel better.  Then we can
get down to some serious photo essaying."  Taking me by the
penis she gently pulled me toward her blanket which must
have been fifty feet from the teens.  "I want you to lie on
your stomach while I tend to your red bottom.  I kind of
want to get it back to normal before I take pictures."  She
squeezed some lotion of some kind on it and first it was
cold then it warmed as she slowly rubbed it into my burning
butt.  Pam just sat and watched.

After allowing me to lie on the blanket to recover, she
wanted me to go into the water to further cool some of the
redness out of my backside.  The spanking had made my penis
flaccid and she said, "I want some natural shots of you
playing at the water, before we make you hard for some other
kinds of photographs."  She left me on the blanket and went
to talk with the mother of some younger girls who were on
the beach.  The heads were shaking up and down as they
chatted and every now and then the girls' mother would turn
and look toward me.  There I was naked as the day I was born
and she would look and smile and nod at my latest customer.
The lady returned and said, "We want to go down to the water
and let the little girls play with your penis.  Their mother
said that would be all right.  I want some shots of that,
but I also want some shots of them making you strip.  So
what I will need is some shorts and a tee-shirt, do you have
anything like that with you?"  

"No, all I have is this tee-shirt," showing her the one
which was in the advertising program my aunt had dreamt up,
"and this thong thing."

"That won't really do.  Just a minute!" She got up and went
to another family's blanket again she began talking with the
mother of a boy about my age and a girl considerably
younger.  I don't know what the discussion was, but the
other woman handed my customer a pair of shorts.  She
returned with them.

"Here, put these on.  We have to let her children in on the
session, but the more the merrier."

Calling the children from both families together she said,
"I want you kids to strip this boy naked and then I want you
to touch him anywhere you want as much as you want.  Your
mothers have agreed to allow you to do this."

"Can we pull on his wiener?"  Ask a kid that looked as if
she was seven or eight years old.  

"You sure can, in fact, I want you to.  Okay, now wait until
I get set here and then you need to come over to him and
kind of surround him.  Then you," she said pointing to the
sister of the shorts owner, "need to walk over, undo the
belt, and pull the shorts down and off.  And then take his
shirt off.  Then you," pointing at the boy who appeared to
be my age, "need to hold his arms behind his back.  After he
has a hold of him, you can pull his peter.  Everyone got the
scenario?"

The kids all nodded.  "How about you?" She asked pointing to
me.  I nodded that I understood what was going to happen.
Then she positioned herself behind a camera on a tripod and
told everyone to begin.

The little girl came up to me and said, "I want to see you
naked again." She began to unbuckle the belt on the shorts.
Then she unsnapped them, unzipped them, all the while the
camera was clicking away.  She allowed the shorts to fall to
the sand exposing my now erect member.  The kid said, "You
need to step out of them."  Slowly, I complied.  She then
said take off that shirt.  

The woman taking pictures then said, "Be sure you are facing
the camera, while you do it."  As I raised the shirt, the
camera continued to click.  Finally, taking the shirt off
completely, I tossed it over toward the shorts and stood
there naked as the day I was born.

As outlined the other boy came over and grabbed my arms and
pulled them behind my back.  The girls came over and grabbed
my penis yanking very hard and giggling.

"Okay, let's do that again, but, this time, yank it from the
side so I can get a picture of it."

Same scenario different positions, the photographer was
pleased.  Then she handed a young girl a belt and said, "Go
up to him with this belt and look mad. And you," pointing at
me, "what's your name?"

"Jack," I replied.

"Jack, you need to look scared, like she's going to hit you.
Can you do that?"  

Again, the scene she was setting up went like clockwork.
"Okay, now you girls and boys can feel him up for awhile.  I
have to run to the car for a minute."

She left and the boy grabbed my penis and balls and said,
"Nice set."

The younger girls each took turns feeling my penis.  Then
the mother of the boy and girl called them to the blanket.
She told the boy to bring his shorts back.  She got a funny
look on her face and the boy's head shook back and forth as
if he were arguing with a "no" response.  His mother grabbed
him by the arms and swatted his ass with her hand.  He
started crying, but obviously not from the swat, it was kind
of whimpy.  Again, his head went back and forth in a
negative fashion.  His mother reached over and grabbed the
sides of his trunks and she pulled them down.  His sister
began laughing.  Then she reached over and grabbed his dick.
The mother said something and the boy stepped out of his
suit.

The mother pointed down toward me at the beach and he turned
with his head down and his hands protecting his package from
view.  As he started walking toward us, his mother shouted
something, but he just kept walking.  The mother rose from
the blanket and ran to catch up with her apparently
despondent son.  As she got to him, she jerked his hands way
from his penis and testicles and she said something angrily
to him.  He continued to cry, but began walking toward us
with his sister running in front and turning around to look
at her brother's genitals and running backwards in front of
him.  Every now and then her hand reached down for a feel.
The boy was angry.

When they got within earshot the little girl yelled in a
taunting manner, "Andy has to be naked, just like this boy.
Momma said you can touch him too if you want."  All of a
sudden the attention turned to the novelty of the fresh
meat.  The photographer returned.  As she passed the blanket
of the mother of the newest player, she was stopped and
began chatting as they pointed down toward the two nude
boys.  The photographer smiled and nodded and then continued
on her way.  She was carrying another camera with her.

"Okay, boys, come over here."  We did, he more reluctantly
than I.  "This is a video camera.  What I want you two to do
is to rub your penises while I record you.  Just keep on
rubbing them and when you feel like something is going to
come out of your penis I want you to yell, 'I'm cumming, I'm
cumming.'  Let's try it.  Spread those legs wide and start
rubbing and don't stop unless I tell you to."

Andy began to protest.  The lady photographer looked back
toward his mother and shrugged her shoulders.   Andy's mom
got up with the belt from his shorts and when she got to us
she commenced to laying that belt across his ass vigorously.
He kept screaming, "Ow, ow, ow", then he started to cry.
Soon he was rubbing his wand right next to me, but he was
crying the whole time.

As we rubbed, I felt a funny feeling and yelled, "I'm
cumming, I'm cumming, I think."  The girls watching this
ordeal giggled, but like me it was obvious they had no idea
what cumming meant.  Suddenly, my hips lunged forward and my
muscles sent my legs into extension.  I had a quick shiver
and had to stop to catch my breath.  Within the minute, Andy
made his announcement with a similar physical reaction.

After we recouped, the photographer said, "Okay, now I want
you to do that to each other."  I couldn't believe she
wanted me to rub another boy's dick.  Andy reached over for
mine in a very familiar way, but I hesitated.  "Listen,
Jack, I paid for this time and you'll do as I say or I'll
convert my capital into a spanking with the belt.  What that
means, sonny boy, is I'll buy another ten dollars worth of
belt action.  The choice is yours."

I grabbed Andy's erect dick and began rubbing it.  The girl
who was into feeling me up then complained, "How come they
get to be the only ones touching?"

"Guess, because I paid for the time and this is what I
want," the adult replied.

Meanwhile Pam just sat there watching and enjoying.  It was
obvious she couldn't wait to share this with the other two
back home.

After a few minutes, Andy was first to yell, "I'm cumming,
I'm cumming."

His mother had come closer to participate with the group and
she clapped and yelled, "Good job!  Good job!"  Andy's body
began the contortions.  I stopped, but didn't get to the
point of orgasm.

"Andy your new friend hasn't had his orgasm yet.  You need
to suck his little thingy until I tell you to stop."  The
boy gave her a nasty look, but dropped to his knees and
began to suck my penis.  The girls began their commentary,
"Oh, yuck, he's going to pee in his mouth."  "How could you
put that in your mouth?"

Even with the distraction of the girls, Andy's mouth gave me
the most pleasurable feeling I could ever remember having.
It wasn't long before I yelled, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming."
I grabbed Andy's head and pulled it into my groin as my legs
extended and my toes curled in the sand below them.  It was
an incredible experience.

The photographer turned toward Andy's mother and said,
"Thanks for offering to do this.  I really couldn't believe
you would allow it."

"No, it was my pleasure.  Andy's been getting a little too
modest for a boy.  Little boy's don't need to be modest.
Their little packages should be exposed publicly as often as
possible."

"Can I put my swim suit back on now, Mom?"

"No, Andy, you need to stay naked the rest of the day."

"Come on, Mom, this is a public beach.  Look at all of these
kids.  They don't even know me and they are pulling my dick.
Please let me get dressed again."

"No, Sweetie, you're privates are public property for
awhile.  Live with it."

"Mom, please let me put something on now."

"That's it Andy, I told you no twice and that's once too
many.  You are to stay nude for the next week.  That means
completely naked at home, at the beach, when you deliver
your newspapers, it means for the full week.  No clothes,
nada, no shoes, no socks, no nothing.  Your sister's friends
will be allowed to touch as much as they want.  You balk at
that and you will be nude for a month.  Get used to it.
Now, get over here and let me rub that little wiener.  I
haven't rubbed it since you were three."

The boy walked toward the outstretched hands of his mother.
He was crying at the announced punishment.  At least I had
my thong.

When we returned home, Pam told the others about the day.
She gave Aunt Sue the money and as promised she gave me
half.  She gave five dollars to Pam for supervising me.  

"New rule, Jack, you are not to wear the thong anymore
unless I tell you to."

"Thank God, what do I get to wear now?"

"You're wearing it."

"I'm not wearing anything."

"Exactly. You are to be completely nude no matter where we
go, unless I say otherwise and it's unlikely I ever will.
Oh, your mother and father will be here day after tomorrow.
They are anxious to see how well you've adapted to the loss
of modesty."

The following day, Pam and I went back down the beach with
that damned wagon.  I was spanked with the belt at least
forty times and one person took that plastic penis and
worked it into my ass.  I was so humiliated at that I cried
most of the day.  When we got home Aunt Sue just said,
"Knock it off or I'll give you something to cry about."  I
knew she would.

The next day at about nine thirty in the morning my mother
and father arrived with my siblings.  I was completely nude
and was embarrassed to be on display to my mother and my
three younger siblings.  Not so much my Dad though as he had
seen me on guy outings and occasionally we had showered
together.

My six year old sister Amanda said, "Jack's naked."

My mother remarked, "He sure is.  And look at how tan he is.
His penis is as brown as his chest.  I'm really impressed,
Sue, you did it."

"He'd still put clothes on though, if we let him."

"Well, we won't let him until school starts, will we?" She
asked pinching me on the butt.  "Bill get the camera, we
need some pictures of this."  My father went out to the car
to get the camera.

"I can't wait until he comes home and I can touch him on his
thing," my bratty ten year old sister Robin thought out
loud.

"Why don't you play with it now, Honey.  He's not going
anywhere."  Aunt Sue had to encourage her.

Robin reached down and grabbed my erect penis with one hand
and stated pressing my balls with the other.  "I've never
felt a boy's dick before.  It's really hard and these things
they call balls are like olives aren't they?"

"Yes, Robin, his penis is hard because he's aroused.  It
will go soft sooner or later.  He knows how to make is soft
for you.  Don't you, Jack?"  Aunt Sue was on the verge of
making me masturbate in front of my family.  I knew it was a
given.  "When you want to feel a soft one, just let me or
one of your cousins know.  We'll make him put on a show for
you."

"Oh that sounds exciting," my mother encouraged.  I was
really surprised as she was one who would always inspect our
dress to make sure we were appropriate to "be seen in
public".  Now she was excited about her eldest having
nothing on.  "Let's take him out to the beach and make him
make it soft for everyone's enjoyment."

"Okay, Jack, we're going to the beach and you're going
nude," Aunt Sue commanded.

"But what about my thong thing?"  I asked, hoping to get
permission to at least cover minimally.

"Not today, Boy.  You're nude for the duration. Robin grab
his wiener and pull him out to the beach."

At Sue's command my sister grabbed my penis and pulled all
the way out to the beach.  My family following, both Mom and
Dad giggling like school kids.  "I can't wait to see this,"
my Dad mumbled to my mother.

"Me either," she responded.   My brother Ted and little
sister Amanda ran to the water.  They weren't interested in
their naked big brother or whatever he had to do.  They just
wanted to play in the water.  

Placing the blanket on the beach, Aunt Sue, my parents, Pam
and Kathy, and my sister Robin sat down.  I was told to
stand, spread my legs and masturbate while facing them.  I
never would have believed my parents would have approved of
such an activity.  "And, be sure to announce the high
points, Jack," Kathy instructed.

I began rubbing my hardened dick in front of my family.  A
crowd of onlookers slowly began to gather.  My father was
taking pictures and a couple of the onlookers were videoing
the whole thing.  The only saving grace to it all was the
onlookers had no idea who I was.  "Come on, kid, pull that
little thing, you can do it," a member of the crowd
encouraged, followed by laughter.

I continued to work my penis until I felt the pleasant
feeling of an orgasm start to rise within me.  "I'm cumming,
I'm cumming," I yelled as required under Aunt Sue's rules.
My toes crunched up my legs extended and my breathing became
faster as my hips thrust forward. Forgetting the audience I
was entertaining, I worked the glans with my middle and
index fingers trying to maximize the pleasure.  I dry cummed
and fell to the blanket on my back still holding on to my
penis.

"Now, take your hands away and let your sister watch it get
soft."  Aunt Sue ordered.  

And soft it did go.  "That was really great. Mom, can I make
him do that in front of my friends when we get him home?"

"Sure you can, Robin," my father beat my mother to the punch
on that one.

"Hey, it is soft.  Look."  Robin was flopping my flaccid
member back and forth around my groin.

"It won't be for long, if you keep playing with it, Honey,"
My Aunt Sue shared.

"If it gets hard again, can we make him rub it again?"
Robin was really learning a lot this weekend.

"Yep, but first let's make him get his wagon and walk down
the beach.  I think you'll enjoy that too."

"Please, Aunt Sue, don't make me do that in front of my
family.  Please."  I was concerned they might take the idea
home with them.  Even more so I was afraid my sister would
learn too many invasive maneuvers to teach her friends when
we got home.

"Pam, go get his wagon and the tee-shirt he wore to the
Zimmerman's."

"No, please Aunt Sue."

"Judging by his begging, this is going to be something to
watch", my father gave words to his curiosity.

Pam pulled the wagon to the blanket.  She then put the tee-
shirt on me.

"We won't need his thong.  Let his little dick bounce around
as a 'truth in advertising gesture'."  Sue giggled with her
cleverness.  "Why don't you and Robin take him for a walk.
The two of you can split the proceeds with him."

Two hundred yards from the blanket we were stopped by one of
the men who videoed my masturbation scene.  "Hey, wait.
Let's let him get that dildo shoved up his ass.  It would
make a good addition to the footage we already have.  Here's
ten.  That's two for the dildo thing, three to video tape it
for a half hour and five for you two girls' parts in the
film."

Robin had no idea what that penis shaped plastic thing was
in the wagon.  Pam did.

Our director, a young man who looked to be in his early
twenties, moved a folding chair over to the 'set'.  His
camera was on a tripod and pointing at the chair.  "Okay,
you little girl, on the chair."  Pam went where he wanted
her.

"Now, son, you put one hand on this side of the chair back
and the other hand on the other side.  And spread your
legs."  I did as instructed, at least me penis and balls
weren't going to have a starring role this way.

"Okay, now, you take this thing," he handed the dildo to my
sister.  "Little girl in the chair, grab his wiener and pull
it hard with one hand and pinch his bag with the other."
Pam was only too happy to oblige.  She squeezed my ball sack
too much and I writhed in pain.

"Not so hard on the balls, sweetie.  Just medium.  If he
moves while we're doing this then squeeze the hell of them.
Understand?"  Pam acknowledged the directions with a smile
of enjoyment on her face.

"Okay, baby, take that plastic dick and shove it into his
butt hole.  Just spit on it first so it slides better, then
push it against his hole right here,"  the director pushed
his middle finger against my anus until it was accepted and
he ran it in and out a few times.  It hurt, but Pam had me
by the balls literally.

Suddenly, I felt the cold plastic head of the dildo being
pushed on my anus.  The 'director' was behind the camera
videoing the event for posterity and no doubt some
pedophilic newsgroup.  I felt the glans on the damn thing
penetrate.  Though it wasn't as big around as a turd, it
hurt, probably because it was entering rather than exiting.
I jerked and Pam squeezed.  It brought me back into line.
"Okay, baby, shove it in more.  Let's see if you can get it
all in there."

I could feel the foreign object working its way through my
internal tract, pushing and sliding. Still hurting.  Pam was
holding and looking around to see what she could see.  Robin
was enjoying the event too.  She asked the guy, "can I shove
it in more?"  

"Sure, I want you to.  Keep going. You won't hurt him."

Further and further the thing traveled into me.  Then, she
stopped and said, "that's as far as I can push it in or
it'll be gone."

"Now, pull it out a little and push it in and keep doing
that until I tell you to stop.  Little girl in the chair,
you rub his dick back and forth while she does that."  They
began their directed activities.  Suddenly, the pain from
the dildo became more pleasant and my dick responded with
more sensitivity to the masturbating influence of Pam's
hand.  

I yelled (as required), "I'm cumming, I'm cumming."  I went
into the orgasmic throes.  I could feel my anus tighten
around the dildo and Robin not to be denied added more force
to continue her action.  When I finished the man directed
Robin to remove the dildo and Pam to let me go.  When I
stood up he directed Robin, "Give him the dildo.  That thing
you're holding."  She handed me the plastic phallus.  "Now,
boy I want you to sniff it and then lick it."

"Hey, man that's gross.  I'm not going to do that."

"Look, kid, I have twenty dollars to spend on spanking, if
you don't.  It'll be with the belt and I guarantee you will
be one hurting little bastard."

Scared I complied with his direction.  Licking that thing
was gross and I still remember how gross it was.  But I did
it to avoid the twenty dollar spanking which would have left
me unable to walk.  We could hear the people on our blanket
two hundred yards away cheering and whistling.  They had
watched the whole scene.

Following that ordeal, Aunt Sue beckoned us back to the
blanket.  It was time to go back to the house for lunch.  

As we walked back to the cottage, I began my entreatment.
"Mom, can I come home now?  I've been here a month and a
half and I'm ready.  I want to see my friends and stuff."

"No, Jack, you still have six weeks to go.  Your Aunt Sue
and your cousins have made some remarkable progress with
your acceptance of your body and I want them to make sure it
takes well."

"But I'll get naked at home.  Just let me come home,
please."

"Oh, I know you'll be naked at home.  You'll be exposed to
the whole neighborhood when you come home, but I want you
publicly displayed until then.  Besides, I really like the
tan you've developed around your boy parts.  They're very
handsome that way."

Robin piped in,  "Yeah, Jack, and I like your boy parts too.
Mom said when you come home my friends can come over and
play with your thing.  I can't wait for that to happen."

"Robin, you and your friends will inherit the wagon and tee-
shirt so you can walk him around the neighborhood and earn
your allowances.  Wasn't that great of Aunt Sue?"

I spent six more weeks at the beach pulling that wagon at
least three times a week.  There were actually regular
customers.  Most wanted to whip me with the belt or play
with my dick, but some made me masturbate and used the dildo
on me.  When my family came to pick me up, Aunt Sue gave Mom
the thong telling her it was for places that wouldn't allow
naked kids.  As promised she gave Robin the wagon and tee-
shirt for me to wear.  We got in the car, I was to be nude
the whole way home.  When school started I could wear short
shorts to class with no underwear.  My sister Robin made
everyone aware they could see my dick if they looked up the
legs of my shorts and they could play with it if they came
by the house.  I was made to be nude at all times when I was
at home or playing within the neighborhood.  This went on
until I was thirteen years old and the public hair made an
appearance.  Then I had to strip on demand of my parents or
my sister Robin.  

I also had to be nude when I visited Hampton Beach.  Aunt
Sue said, "either you stay naked or I'll shave your pubic
hair and you can wear a thong."  The thong didn't hide much,
so I chose to be nude.  My dick and balls remain public toys
when they're exposed.  At least, the rest of the time I got
to be covered.