Doctor, Pleaaazzzzz!
By Sir Cum Sizemore

copyright 2005 by Sir Cum Sizemore, all rights reserved

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

"Mommmmmm!"

"Yes, Cindy, what's the matter?"

"We want to play hospital but no one wants to be the patient
and everyone wants to be the doctor."

Entering the recreation room, Joan Miller found her daughter
and three other little girls looking at her to judge the
situation and come down with the usual wise ruling.  "Who's
this little girl?  I don't think I've ever seen you before.
You look a little older than eight years old like the
others."

"I am, I'm Crystal, I'm in Jack's class at school."

"Oh so you're ten or eleven?"

"Yeah, I'm ten, but Cindy and I have known each other at
school so she invited me over to play with them."

"Do you know Tanya and Anne, too?"

"Well, I met them at school out on the play ground.  Cindy
introduced them to me."

"I guess it is hard to find other ten and eleven year old
girls in the neighborhood.  I can only think of one and she
lives several blocks away.  Anyway, welcome." Turning toward
Cindy, Joan continued, "Now, why don't you get your brother
to be the patient, and, because Crystal is the oldest and
she's new to your play group, let her be the doctor.  The
rest of you can be nurses."

"Jack won't be our patient.  He's upstairs building one of
his models and he said he doesn't like to play with girls."

"I'll go and get him.  You just get your hospital prepared."


I Become a Reluctant Patient

My mother entered my bedroom without knocking as was the
usual intrusion.  Nicely, but firmly she directed, "Jack, I
want you to play with your sister and her friends for a
little while this morning.  You will be their patient.
Crystal from your class is here and she's going to be the
doctor.  Won't that be fun?"

"Mom, I don't want to play with any old girls.  I want to
watch cartoons and then I'm going to ride my bike to
Eddie's."

"You won't be going anywhere unless you spend a little time
with your sister and her friends.  If you can sit glued to
the damned television all morning, you can help her
entertain her guests for a couple of hours.  Now, get down
there and play along with them.  I'll tell you what, I'll
come get things started for you. If you don't go, you won't
go outside at all today.  It's that simple."

"Mooommmmm.  That's unfair."

"Well, life isn't fair.  By the way, I want you to go put
some shorts on.  Its 85 degrees out there and you'll be
cooler and you might even get some color while you're
outside. Besides, I like to see those cute boy legs of
yours."

"I don't want to wear shorts.  I don't like them."

"I didn't ask, I'm telling you.  And make sure they're those
new athletic ones I bought last week.  You know the one's
with the elastic waist."

"I especially don't like those.  The come up to my butt,
they have those wide legs that show my underwear whenever I
sit.  Come on Mom, not those."

"Yes, those.  They also show most all of those beautiful
legs of yours and they'll allow the sun to do its work
tanning them."  For some reason my legs drew a lot of
attention from females, usually adult females.  Whenever I
sat down in shorts, women would put their hands on my legs
whenever they were talking to me.  My mother never hid her
desire to see them as often as she could.

"Come on, Mom, don't make me do this.  I'll play with Cindy
and her friends, but don't make me wear those shorts,
pleazzzzz."

"You'll do both.  Now, put the shorts on and then get down
to the rec room and play with your sister and her friends.
Then you can go to Eddie's."

I huffed as I walked to my dresser.  Pouting I must have
been mumbling, "I'm almost eleven.  You'd think I could
decide some things for myself."

My mother responded, "Young man, you will be eleven next
month.  That means you are still my 'little' boy and you
will mind or I'll take one of Dad's belts to your backside.
Got it?  Now, close your mouth and do as you've been told,
or the girls will witness a spanking and I'm sure it will be
very embarrassing to you."

As I continued to fumble through the bottom drawer my
mumbling became a whisper so as not to incite my already
angering mother.  I knew she wouldn't hesitate to spank me
as she had done so all through my life.   Usually, on the
bare butt with a belt, and that wouldn't be a good thing to
display in front of a group of little girls.  In the bottom
drawer of my dresser were three pair of cotton gym shorts.
Removing my jeans I pulled out a yellow pair of shorts and
slid them on.  Grabbing a hem, I lifted, exposing my upper
thigh and cotton briefs.  I remember thinking,  "God, these
are awful.  I might as well be naked."

As I came down the stairs, my mother and the waiting gaggle
of little girls smiled.  "Jack, will be your patient for a
couple of hours.  Just so you know, he has other things he
wants to do this afternoon so he will only play for a few
hours."

Then my sister addressed me, her not so enthusiastic
brother, "Okay, Jack, this is Dr. Crystal.  She's going to
be your doctor and we are going to be the nurses.  You need
to pretend something is wrong with you."

"Well, does being sick to my stomach qualify?  Cause I don't
have to fake that.  Playing this makes me sick."

Crystal took the lead.  "So, your stomach is bothering you.
How long have you felt this way?"

"About fifteen minutes," I answered sarcastically while
glancing at Mom who was observing from the bottom step
leading to the recreation room.

"I'll have to examine you before I can tell you what
medicine to take.  Here, come with me," Crystal led me to
the vinyl couch and helped me lay down.  After I was in the
reclined position she began to awkwardly palpitate my
stomach area.

"Dr. Crystal, if you are going to examine him, why don't you
slip his shirt off so you can see his stomach better?" my
mother "helpfully" directed.

"Mom, let her do it her way," I directed.

"You just don't want to take your shirt off because they
will get to see your handsome chest.  Being shirtless is
tough for you, but maybe this will help.  Nurses, one of you
needs to help him get that shirt off.  Jack, play nice or
I'll get the belt and you won't go out."

"Aw, come on Mom..."

"Girls, get his shirt off."

Cindy and Tanya started pulling on my shirt.  "Sit up and
let them get it off."  Reluctantly and with a great
expression of frustration, I sat up and raised my arms as
the girls removed my shirt.  "Bring it over here.  I'll hold
it," mom extended her hand and took my t-shirt.

Angrily, I returned to the reclined position and again
Crystal began her examination.  She had an old stethoscope
which was purchased at a garage sale at the bequest of my
sister three months earlier.  

"Hey, you really can hear inside of him with this," Crystal
smiled and shouted with excitement.

"I want to hear..." Anne reached for the stethoscope.

"I want to hear, too," Cindy shouted.

"Let me finish my examination, and I'll let you guys hear
too," Crystal again went to work.

"You know if you're going to do a thorough examination, your
patient should be undressed.  Why don't you take his shorts
and underpants off, too?"  Mom suggested much to my chagrin.
"His peepee might be feeling bad and that could be causing
him to feel sick."

"Mom, I'm not going to let them do this.  I can't believe
you said that to them.  Mom, I refuse to let them do that."
I sat up and looked with fire in my eyes at my mother.  All
three girls just stood with mouths agape and wide eyed
staring at Mom.  They too were in disbelief at what was just
offered to them.

I could tell my look and response had really pushed me into
a corner by my mother's retaliatory response. Truth be told
I was expecting a round with the belt, as my parents never
allow that tone or disrespect without a corporal
consequence.   "What are you staring at?  Have you ever been
to the doctor's office for an examination where you didn't
have to take off all of your clothes? Go ahead and undress
him!"

"Really, Mom, we can make him be naked?"

"Sure, you're just children.  Let's make it feel real."

"No way! No way!  I'm not going to take my pants off in
front of these girls.  No way!"

"I'm not asking you to take them off.  I want them to take
them off.  You don't even have to touch them."

"Nope. That's not going to happen."

"I'll tell you what, if you don't I'll get the belt.  Then
I'll make you take them off and I'll let the kids watch me
whip the fire out of your backside, and after I do that,
you'll have a reason to seek their help, your little bottom
will be on fire and striped with welts.  Now, you lie down
and let the girls pull your pants and underwear off or I'll
do it, whip you and then turn you over to them."

I remember crying as a result of extreme embarrassment and
frustration.  Not only would it be embarrassing to be naked
in front of the little girls, but Crystal was in my class at
school.  I knew she'd be anxious to share with all of the
other kids what she had seen and what she had gotten to do.
I resorted to pleading with my mom.  "Please, mom.  I'll
play with them all day if you want.  Please, don't let them
take my pants off.  Please." Tears were trickling down my
cheeks.

"Well, let's ask the doctor what she thinks." She offered me
a highly unlikely out.  "Doctor Crystal, would it be helpful
for him to be naked for your examination?"

"I guess so," replied the wide eyed pre-teen.  "That would
probably make it easier to check him out."

"Lie down, Jack."

"Mom, please..." Tears still flowed.

"Nurse Anne, why don't you take his shorts and underpants
off for the doctor?" My mother directed as she walked over
to supervise so I didn't hurt anyone.  Timidly the little
eight year old walked to the couch side and approached me.
"Just pull them off and give them to me." Grabbing the legs
of my shorts, she pulled gently.  Even though I hunkered
down pressing my butt against the surface of the cushion, my
shorts gave enough to straighten out the wrinkles.  Then
giving a slightly firmer tug they slid down exposing the
blue striped elastic band of my briefs.  "Jack, lift your
butt so she can get these off."  

"Please, Mom, don't let her."

Slapping my bare leg, she repeated herself, "I said, lift up
so she can pull your shorts off."  

Slightly raising my legs the little girls firmly pulled as
the shorts cleared my groin area and stopped when the
elastic band was about mid thigh.  Plopping back down on the
couch the little girl continued until the shorts tangled
somewhat at my ankles.  Working my legs a little more
assertively she freed the shorts and handed them to Mom.
The 'doctor' and other two 'nurses' were staring in
anticipation of my penis springing into view.

"Now, get his underpants off," Mom continued to direct the
little nurse.  Grabbing the hem of the legs of my
underpants, she pulled at them.  Again I forced my buttocks
against the couch in an attempt to foil the movement of my
underwear.  In her excitement Anne got a sudden burst of
energy and yanked them hard.

My penis, which was erect, shot out, audibly slapped my skin
as it bounced and stood pointing up toward my belly button.
My four inch erection was topped with a well pronounced,
cleanly circumcised glans.  As I glanced down through my
tears I could see the opening of the urethra plainly pointed
toward my gaze.

In her amazement, Anne had stopped pulling on my underwear,
which was currently hugging my thighs on each side.  The
girls were holding their hands in front of their mouths to
try to hide the giggles of excitement at the sight and the
anticipation of their impending playtime.

"Okay, Anne, pull them all the way off."  At the adult's
insistence, the child finished the job, pulling the briefs
down over my calves and working my feet freed them
completely before handing them to the outstretched hands of
my mother.

"Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, you keep your hands away from those boy
parts young man.  You just keep those where the doctor and
her nurses can see them and touch them if they need to.
Okay, doctor, complete your examination."

Timidly, Crystal returned to her patient.   Though she
continued to press on my stomach area, it was evident her
gaze was at that erect penis and the drawn up little bag
below it.  Using the stethoscope she listened to my stomach
area while tilting her head to obviously watch my boy parts.

"Doctor, I think you need to feel his little boy parts too.
I mean they may have some problems.  Here let me guide you
for a minute, Doctor."  Reaching down she pinched my glans
and rolled it between her thumb and forefinger.  She hadn't
touched my penis since she had to put some kind of cream on
a rash two years prior.  I don't think she'd even seen my
penis in over a year.  But, it was apparent my mother was
enjoying the ordeal. "This is called the glans.  It is the
tip of his penis."   Stretching the entire appendage, she
continued, "that's this whole part."  Then pinching the
bottom of my scrotum she said, "This is called a scrotum.
It's a bag with," stretching it downward exposing the
outline of my testicles, "two little testicles in it.  See
these bumps right here? Now, you can do a proper exam."
Releasing me, she turned the examination over to the probing
of the ten year old fingers of my classmate and her nursing
staff.

After watching the girls pull and probe my boyhood, Mom
interrupted, "As his mother, Doctor, could we have a medical
consultation over here?  You nurses need to come too."
Leaving me naked as the day I was born, lying on my back
with my erect appendage still sticking straight up, the
'medical team' approached my mother.  

They all went over to the corner of the rec room.  I could
hear them talking as if they were standing at my "bedside."
She then asked the medical team, "Well, how long do you
think he will need to be naked?  I mean would making him
stay naked help him get better?"

Unconsciously, Tanya was nodding affirmatively.  Not
understanding the question, MY OWN mother repeated, "Do you
nurses and you doctor think we should make him stay naked
for awhile so you can fix his penis and other parts?"

Taking the lead, Cindy said, "I think we should make him
stay naked.  He's my brother and I don't ever remember
seeing his thing before.  I like it."

"How about you, Doctor?"

Crystal took the lead, "Yeah, he needs to be naked so we can
examine his boy parts some more."

"Well, is it a problem with his boy parts?" My mother was
actually playing with these little kids.

"I think so," Crystal responded to the lead from the thirty
two year old's inquiry.

"How long does he need to be naked, a few hours, a week, a
month?"  My mom led the youngsters' decision making, wanting
desperately to maintain my nudity for a considerable time.  

I remember thinking, "Holy shit, she can't be really
offering this.  It can't be, she's just playing."

"I think he should be better in a week, when we can take
another look at him, to see if he needs more time," Crystal
offered her 'professional' opinion.

"I think it will take a month," Cindy added wanting my body
exposed for the maximum amount of time.

My attitude went awry with my sister's remark and I remember
thinking, "I'm gonna' kill her before this is over."

"Well, Doctor, we'll leave him naked for a week and then if
we need to we can extend it longer.  Maybe a month or two. I
just want him to be well."  My mother played the role of the
concerned parent with over emphasized naivet�.

Mom walked to my side and said, "Jack, baby, the doctor and
nurses think you need to be naked so they can examine you
some more.  So, I'm going to take the clothes with me and
you be a good boy, I'll be back in a few minutes to check on
you."

"Doctor, if you need anything to work on him, just let me
know.  I'll be back in a few minutes.  I think while I'm
gone the nurses should learn to examine his boy parts, so
you teach them."

My mother left with my clothes and Cindy grabbed at my
package, balls and dick together.  "Wow, this bag feels
tight.  Look at the little wrinkles in it. Oh, look under
here, his butt hole."  

I wanted to make a run for it, but where would I go and what
would happen when I returned?  I left myself vulnerable
hoping this would end sometime soon.  What I didn't know was
my mother was up emptying every clothing item from my closet
and chest of drawers.  She picked up my dirty clothes and
emptied the hamper of those which were awaiting wash.
Dumping these into a large box she moved them to her closet
and locked the door.  Then she returned to the recreation
room where Tanya was learning more about boys and their
parts.  She didn't have a brother and admittedly had only
seen her dad naked once to her knowledge.  She was really
intrigued.  

"Doctor, is there anything you need to complete examining
him?" My concerned mother asked.

"Well, it would be good if I could get some x-rays," Crystal
responded pseudo-professionally.

Quietly, mom left me to the 'medical team' and returned
shortly with an instant camera she had retired since dad
gave her the 35mm for her birthday. "Here is an x-ray.  Be
careful with it.  It will print x-rays you take and you can
keep them to show others, you know, for consultations from
others at school or other places.  Be sure his boy parts are
in most of the x-rays, because we want to make sure they're
okay.  Besides, the others you consult with may want to see
them too."  It was evident my mother was loving the
humiliation she was steeping on me.  I must admit, I'd been
getting a little mouthy.  My mother was also convinced I was
much too modest for a boy.

"Mom, how long do I have to be playing this?" I asked
through my sniffling nose and still red eyes.

"The Doctor will release you in an hour or so, but she wants
you to stay naked for the next week. She thinks the problem
is either with your skin or your boy parts so she wants them
to be exposed to the air."

"Mom?  Quit making fun of me.  I don't really have to be
naked for the week?  She's just a play doctor."

"We'll see what you need to do.  Just play along for the
hour.  Oh, Doctor, you might want to run this up his butt
hole to check out his insides."  She handed the girl a
wooden spoon with what appeared to be a half inch diameter,
ten inch handle.  "You'll need to put some of this on it
before you insert it," she continued as she plopped down a
jar of petroleum jelly.  "Have your nurses hold his legs up
with his knees apart and just shove it in."

"Mom, I'm telling Dad what you let them do to me."  I tried
to pull out the threat knowing full well whatever my mother
deemed right, my father accepted.

"Go ahead.  I'll tell him what the Doctor here recommended
and he'll agree, if that's best for you, that's what we
should do," Mom responded.

Under the supervision of my mother, Tanya and Cindy grabbed
my legs, pulled them up toward my head and then spread them
giving an unobstructed view and access to my anus.  Anne was
busy spreading petroleum jelly on the handle of the spoon.
Handing the well lubricated probe to Crystal, the girl
touched the rounded tip of the handle to the my hole.  Then
giving a quick thrust, shoved the handle several inches into
my bowels.  I remember screaming out in fright over the
intrusion.

"He's okay, sometimes medical tests hurt a little bit.
Don't worry about him.  Wiggle it around in there."  My
mother instructed the little girl.  "You can push it in
further than that.  Go ahead shove it way in there. Nurse
Anne, get some x-rays of the spoon up his butt."

Compliantly, the little girl pushed it in another two or
three inches and using the spoon end, wiggled it around.  As
she did so the click and flash of the 'x-ray' machine kept
coming one after another.

"I want to try that," Cindy piped in.

"You let the doctor do her examination first.  Now Crystal,
if you would like, you can take the handle out and push your
finger up in there."  Joan offered.

"Ooooooouuuuhhh, there's poop in there," Cindy replied.  All
of the girls giggled at that.

"Well there's lots to feel in there besides poop.  You can
always wash your hands if you get poop on them, but there
are more parts inside of there to feel," Mom instructed.

"Really?" asked Crystal with a look of anticipation
indicating she was game for that.

"Yes, go ahead, push your finger in there and feel. Nurse
Cindy, you watch because you're next.  It will be your job
to make sure his hole stays clean during the time he has to
be naked.  So you will be washing him there inside and out
every night and every time he goes to the bathroom."

"Mom, please you aren't really going to make me be naked for
all that time.  We're just playing, right?" I complained
while my anus was being explored by my classmate.

"We'll see, don't be so modest," She replied.

"Oh, Mrs. Miller, I feel a bump in there," Crystal yelled
with excitement.

"That's called his prostate.  It will be an important part
of his life when he gets about three or four years older.
For now you can press on it and watch what his penis does.
It'll move around for you and he'll feel good while you do
that."

The girls holding my legs spread them wider to watch my
penis dance to the exploration of their older friend.

"You girls do a thorough job of examining him.  Let me know
if he gives you any trouble and we'll deal with it."

"Hey, Anne, get some x-rays of this while I have my finger
in here," Crystal directed.  She couldn't help, but think
how much pictures of my naked balls and dick with a clear
view of her finger shoved up my ass would play when she
looked for 'consultations' on the playground at school on
Monday.

After my mother was out of sight, I began wrestling with the
girls saying, "Get off me.  Get your finger out of me.  I
hate you.  I'm leaving and getting dressed."

"Mom, Jack is being bad.  He won't let us do stuff to him!
Mom!" my bratty sister yelled upstairs.

"I'll be down in a minute." Came the call from the kitchen.

Within a few minutes, Mom came back down the stairs.  She
had a wooden dowel rod to which she had fastened a straight
pin by pushing it through duct tape at the tip of the rod.
In her other hand she had a bottle of alcohol and some
cotton balls.  

"Let's practice giving shots," she announced.  "I believe he
needs something to calm him down. Nurses roll him over."

"Please, Mom what are you going to do?  I'll do what they
say.  Mom, what are you doing?"  I went into a panic.  My
mother knew of my dire fear of injections and decided to
capitalize on it.

"Cindy rub some alcohol on him right here on his butt."  I
could feel the coolness of the alcohol being applied.  "Now,
take this and stick it in right where you rubbed the
alcohol."  There was a sudden sharp pain as my sister
inserted the business end of the makeshift toy syringe.  

"Owwwwowwwwowwwww, take it out.  Owwwwwowwww, please take it
out."  I screamed with the realization that my butt had been
pierced by the full depth of the straight pin on the end of
that dowel rod.

"Okay, who wants to give him the shot next?" Mom asked as
she restrained her now panicking son.

"I will," Anne responded quietly with a bright grin at the
thought of doing this.

Again the cold feeling of the evaporating alcohol, suddenly,
there was a sharp pinch and I could feel the pin being fully
inserted into the right buttock.  I again screamed with a
mixture of panic and pain.  "Take it out, Mom, please take
it out, I'll do whatever they want.  Please, Mom don't do
this."  I begged.

"Okay, that leaves you, Tanya as the only one not trained.
You're next."

"What about me, Mrs. Miller, I didn't get to give him a
shot?" Crystal complained.

"You will do a special procedure after Tanya gets trained.
I think you should take some 'x-rays' of Tanya doing her
thing.  Don't you?" My mother continued.

While Tanya wiped the alcohol on my left buttock, Crystal
began photographing the procedure.  As the pin made its
initial contact the skin depressed slightly, the camera went
off, and then the skin relinquished access to the sharp
object.  Again, I screamed in pain.  But, I didn't beg for
relief as it hadn't worked for the previous two.

As I rubbed my sore butt, my mother took my wrists and taped
them together, behind my back with adhesive tape.

"Now let's turn him over."  Having done so, she noted my
penis was flaccid.  "Now put your feet together so the soles
of each are touching each other.  Go on, slide them up.  Get
busy, do you want more shot practice?"  Not wanting any more
of that I slid my feet up toward my anus until the soles
were touching.  Mom immediately put a couple of rounds of
tape around my feet to ensure they'd stay together.  "This
is to restrain him for the procedure Crystal is going to
perform."  Lying on my back with my groin completely and
openly vulnerable, she instructed Anne to rub my penis and
testicles.  Eagerly, the girl complied.

"Okay, now let Tanya pull on his wiener for awhile."
Without further instruction the other child grabbed my
slowly erecting penis and tugged on it hard enough to elicit
a yell of "Oooowwww."

"Okay now let Cindy work on him for awhile."  They continued
to trade off.  Though I was apprehensive of being tied I
relinquished myself to the fondling hands of the girls as
they played with my penis.  Strangely, I was actually
finding it pleasant.  My penis hardened quickly.

"Okay, now Doctor Crystal, take the syringe.  Nurse Anne,
get the 'x-ray' machine ready."  The two girls fell into
line with the directives.

"Crystal, wipe the tip of his peepee, you know this mushroom
part with the alcohol." Compliantly, the girl wiped it.  I
remember I  began to panic already anticipating the next
procedure.

"Now stick the pin right through the mushroom part, near the
side, same direction as his peehole, until it sticks out the
other end.  All the way through."  With a smile and full
concentration she applied the sharp point to the side of my
glans.  In fear I began to move trying desperately to avoid
what was obviously coming.  "Girls help me hold him."  Each
of the three other females held him in place.  Slowly, the
pin entered my penis head.

Partly in pain but mostly fear, I screamed, "Pleeeezzzzz..."

The young girl continued to shove the pin through until the
point emerged from the other side.  Anne was busy taking
pictures of the procedure.  Stopping momentarily in awe, she
let out a "Wow!"

I was trying my hardest to flop around as Crystal let go of
the dowel and watched it bounce with my movement.  The pin
was completely through the head of my penis.  Crystal
reached to remove it.  "No, leave it there for awhile," Mom
instructed.  After two or three minutes she said, "I'm going
to let her take it out, but if you give them or me any
trouble from now on, you'll have it stuck in your balls as
well.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes, mom, just get it out.  Please take it out," I
begged.

"Okay, Crystal, you can take it out.  But we'll just keep
that and the alcohol over here in case he needs more shots
or piercing."

As the young girl removed the 'syringe' my penis bled
slightly.  This added to my complete fear my boy parts were
permanently harmed.  Mom knew they weren't, but was quite
certain she and the girls now had my attention and
compliance.

"Jack you can go now," Mom released me from the girls' play
group.  I bounded up the stairs to my room.  Within the
minute I returned, penis flopping from side to side.  

"Mom, where are my clothes?  I can't find my clothes."

"Oh, the Doctor said you had to be naked for at least a
week, so I put them away for you.  You know, for safe
keeping." Mom answered.  "She also said you need to spend a
lot of time outside naked so that peepee of yours heals
well.  And, she said you needed to soak it in salt water for
at least three hours for each of three days.  So we're going
to take you to Jones Beach three times next week.  You know,
to soak it."

"Do I have to be naked at the beach?"

"Of course, silly, the whole purpose is to help your little
wiener heal, so it has to be exposed."

"Mom, please don't make me be naked.  I will wear shorts and
play hospital with them, but don't make me be naked."

"Sorry, Doctor's orders."

"Mom nobody swims naked at Jones Beach."

With that Cindy entered the fray, "Uh, ha.  Don't you
remember those two little boys who were naked last time we
went?  Remember, the ones on the blanket next to ours?  They
were naked all the time. I remember their little peepees
were so cute and their mother kept rubbing sunscreen on
their boy things." Turning toward mom she said, "and they
were tan all over."

I remembered, but in clarification resounded, "They were
only three or four years old, not eleven. And, everyone
looked at them.  People pointed at them. That's just wrong."

"No it isn't.  How many times do I have to tell you, little
boys shouldn't be so modest?" My mother chastised me.  "They
were cute and everyone looked at them because their cute
little butts and penises were so openly exposed.  They were
completely comfortable being naked, and you will be too,
eventually."

"Well, I'm not going.  And, I want my clothes back."

"Sounds like he needs to have some more shots to calm down,
don't you think?" Mom sarcastically asked the girls.

"Okay, Mom, I'll stay naked, but I don't want to go
anywhere."

"I'm not making deals.  Now, Dr. Crystal here wants you to
get some sun on your buns and some on that sweet little boy
toy.  Out you go."

"What?"

"I want you outside.  Now, get out there. And don't cover
that penis of yours with your hand or anything else.
Remember it needs air and sunshine and massage or we'll just
have to give it shots.  It's up to you.  Now, girls take him
for a walk around the block.  Oh, but before you go, here's
some sunscreen to put on his butt and boy parts.  Take him
out on the front lawn and put this on him."  Wiggling the
makeshift syringe to impress me she meant business I
reluctantly complied with the girls taking my hands and
pushing me toward the door.

"Don't forget your 'x-ray' machine.  I'm sure some will need
to be taken while he's outside."

* * *

Though, I was made to spend a day or two nude, my mother
never enforced the full week.  I was, however, at the beckon
call of my sister and her friends whenever boredom over took
them and they wanted a patient.  On at least two occasions
following that, they were allowed to spend a day exploring
my nude body in the name of science.


An After Thought

The above story has an element of truth, but it is also
quite embellished.  Some of the treatments described would
never be tolerated by my mother.  But, she did supervise a
group of little girls as they were allowed to strip me and
explore my boy parts in the interest of fostering medical
careers or body awareness.  There was a time when I was
eight or nine that I was required to remain nude for an
extended period (a day or two) as a punishment for sex play.
I think she felt it would take the thrill out of hiding to
explore each other's bodies.  

I grew up in the fifties and sixties.  Throughout my
boyhood, the modesty rules were quite a bit different than
today.  As boys, we were expected to swim nude at the
various school and public pools.  Though the genders were
separated, it wasn't uncommon for mothers and sisters of all
ages to attend our swim sessions or at the very least come
into the locker rooms as we showered and changed.  The same
wasn't true for girls though.

At scout camp all swimming in the lake was done in the buff.
I remember having to take soap down to the lake with me as a
part of the communal bathing program.  There was no room for
much modesty for pre-pubescent boys.

My family was large and my mother though loving did enjoy
looking at her "babies'" bodies.  She didn't hesitate to
share the sights whenever she could.  I remember her making
us remove our swimsuits in front of the entire extended
family at reunions.  Of course, she never had our clothing
readily available so we had to stand nude while she went to
the car with the wet suits to retrieve our dry clothes.

There were a few times I had to stand nude in front of my
siblings and on at least one occasion my younger sister and
her friend, while my mother put Calamine lotion on my crotch
which was covered with poison ivy rash.  

Often my father would take us to a pond down the street to
catch tadpoles.  He'd strip us naked and let us wade out to
scoop up the darn things.  I remember it's proximity to the
road gave unbridled viewing of nude kids catching tadpoles.
The boys were often made to swim nude in the backyard pool,
but my sister always wore a suit, even though she was
surrounded by naked boys.

I was taken to Jones Beach and made to spend the better part
of the day nude.  Even though my younger brothers were also
made to be nude, I was the only ten year old who was naked
on that day.  I remember it did draw some attention, but as
I think back about it, I think most people seemed to feel
staring would reflect them as narrow minded.  There was a
lady not far from our spot who slid her kid's suit off, too.
I think she took our predicament as a green light for her to
expose her little one's boy parts. He was only six or seven
though and it didn't seem to bother him.  Actually, he
looked as though he enjoyed it as he immediately ran into
the surf splashing and jumping.  Then he came out and ran
back and forth parallel to the shore for about a hundred
yards.  He didn't draw as much attention as my ten year old
body did though.

Now, we were never sexually abused, but we boys were exposed
a lot. There weren't a lot of goody-goodies running around
deciding the morality of all of the childhood nudity.  No
children's services personnel running Gestapo runs on
peoples' homes or families.  In short, I grew up in an era
when truly the belief was, "Little boys shouldn't be so
modest."

As I look back at it, there were some really embarrassing
moments related to my exposure, but now I think about it,
once the initial embarrassment passed, the arousal felt
good.  I know it felt good to have other kids touching my
penis and testicles.