Five Boys Remember the Way It Was 2

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Five Boys Remember The Way It Was
A coauthored story by Runningbare and EBB

Chapter Two: How I Became Jeff's Little Helper
by EBB

This is my story of how I met Jeff, who, in my opinion, is the coolest and weirdest teenager alive! Jeff was talking about babysitting Brad and Cody in the previous chapter. He asked me to tell you guys about me.

My name is Friedrich Klaus Wildbach, I'm thirteen now. I have a kid brother named Wilhelm who is not even a whole year younger than me. My parents keep teasing him that he was just an accident. Neither Willy nor me can laugh about that. Adults sure have a sick sort of humor sometimes. Originally my family used to live in East Germany. One cold morning in March of 1980, Willy had just turned nine and I was almost ten, this big black American sedan with CD license plates pulled up in front of our house. I didn't know what was going on, but our parents told us to quickly get in. Instead of taking us to our school, the car drove us to a checkpoint at the Berlin Wall – the infamous iron curtain, and went straight across the border into West Berlin. That was scary because Willy and I were really afraid we'd never see our parents again. We stopped at Tempelhof airport where our mother and father were already waiting for us. Don't ask me how they had managed to get there before us, but we boarded an airplane together and took off. Willy and I had never been on a plane before, so we were totally excited, but also confused since we didn't know where we were going. That's when our parents told us that we were escaping from the East German communists and going to live in the United States. That was a huge shock for us because the USA was our enemy – or so they had taught us in our East German school.

After our escape we lived in a fancy apartment complex near the Pentagon in Washington, D.C. for almost two years, where Willy and I went to a private school for diplomats' kids. Our mother had taught us English since we were little – her mother was from England, but had died before we were born. That's why it was really easy for us to learn the language and we quickly picked up the Yankee accent. (That's what my mother calls it, because she doesn't like it too much. I guess, her accent is rather British.) Then we moved again because of our father's new job or something. This time to New Hampshire. Now that you know where we're from, I best start telling you about the day I met Brad and Cody and their babysitter Jeff. That was over a year ago in April of 1982.

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“Fritz, komm schnell!”(Fritz, come quick!) my little bro yelled in German from downstairs, as he noisily entered our new suburban home in Hampton, not even a mile from the Atlantic Ocean. By the sound of it he wasn't alone. “Du musst meine neuen Freunde Brad und Cody kennenlernen!” (Meet my new friends, Brad and Cody!)

After having another real crappy day at my new school, I was lying on my bed, looking at photos that brought back vague memories of our old home back in East Berlin. Wishing I could just turn time two years back to being with my old buddies again, the very last thing I wanted at that moment, was meeting even more jerks from our new school. I hated that place. The main reason being Chuck “Hog-snout” Anderson, the school bully, who began picking on me, as soon, as I'd walked into “his” sixth grade classroom four days earlier. The following couple of days he had found it extremely hilarious forcing me to orally sample water from every single toilet bowl at Saint Mark Catholic School. He had ordered his dumb-ass sidekicks to piss on me after making me drink from the toilet bowl in the school playground, claiming this was the only one I hadn't tasted yet. I had skipped the last two periods and walked home with my new school uniform soaked in these pigs' smelly urine.

So I was lying there wrapped in a towel only, after taking a shower and not bothering to get dressed again. I was desperate and tried to figure out how to persuade my parents to keep me off school the following day, or better yet, forever! Before I could come up with anything convincing, Willy, my eleven year old kid brother came stomping up those stairs, followed by his new buddies. Intruding without knocking, as usual, Willy stood there in his white, but dirty gym shorts (almost transparent and very skimpy, this was 1982!), and formerly white knee socks slouched around his ankles, revealing his muscled thighs and calves. These dirty knee socks had three golden and purple stripes which were the Saint Mark Catholic School's colors. Although it was just mid April, he was not wearing that purple jersey with three golden stripes and the school's name and logo printed on in golden letters. Instead he was showing off his bare slim torso with that stunning belly of his – on its way to becoming a proper washboard. Willy loves sports! So do I, but he's much better, no matter what he tries. That weird American football is something he is totally crazy about. I prefer soccer, but they don't even have a real soccer field here. I do kick his ass at swimming, though! That's just by the way.

Willy's sidekicks were dressed accordingly – apparently the latest trend among fifth graders trying to impress the world with their slender bare preteen chests and abs. I'm not even a whole year older than Wilhelm, and yet I tried to imagine what his new friends might look like underneath those white shorts. In my perverted little mind, I was already wrestling them to the floor and ripping those shorts off to reveal their smooth asses and wieners. I wondered if they were wearing underpants, knowing my brother wasn't.

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Our mother insisted that we change into fresh underpants for gym class for hygienic reasons. I never understood why we should wear them under our gym shorts. None of my East Berlin classmates had ever brought in an extra pair, but quite a few of them used to take their briefs off before putting on their gym shorts. Even at a mere eight years of age, back in East Berlin, I used to love observing them doing exercises like sit ups and push ups when their skimpy shorts would partly reveal their hairless crotches with their tiny balls and dicks involuntarily peeking out from under the hems of their shorts. The most awesome part was when our group of eight year olds would be strutting around the gym showing off our own little poles tenting our skimpy shorts after a pole climbing competition. We had this dare to pull out our little boners and wiggle them at the girls without getting caught by our mean lady coach. She only caught me once, along with three of my buddies. We'd made the girls screech by pulling the fronts of our shorts down and lewdly shaking our little erections right in front of their faces. My best buddy Olaf would even rub his boner to the point where his pink glans was completely uncovered by the foreskin.

Our teacher lost it completely when she saw us, yelling what sick dirty boys we were. She grabbed one of my sneakers which I had taken off for pole climbing and began swatting our four little butts with it as we were standing in front the girls. None of us four dared to move while she kept shouting and hitting our butts. We didn't even pull up the front of our pants again, so our stiff dicks bounced with every hit our shorts clad butts received. Then she sat down on a bench and ordered us to remove our shorts - and underwear for those who wore them. First she laid my buddy Olaf over her lap and began smacking his now bare backside until it was red hot. I was next and thought she was skinning my poor ass with that sneaker. When all of us had received our first and only ass whooping from her, she told us to leave our shorts off for the rest of the period to keep our naughty red butts on display for the others. She had all the girls take a good look, telling them, this was what would happen to boisterous little rascals, trying to impress girls with their ridiculous minuscule male parts. By the stunned looks of some of the girls' faces, they really were impressed. Because my buddy Olaf and me were the only ones whose solid hard-ons kept coming and going while we were doing our exercises until the class finally ended. Our classmates, most of all the girls, found our involuntary exposure absolutely hilarious.

I think I had never felt so ashamed of myself before. Yet it spurred some strange and inexplicable desires in my little mind that have kept getting stronger and stronger since. I believe, no adult outside that gym has ever found out about the incident. We were too ashamed to tell our parents. Physical punishment had been banned a long time ago in East Germany, and our gym teacher could have gotten into big trouble for what she had done. Making us stay naked from the waist down was not a big deal at that time, but hitting kids sure was. After the incident, I had convinced my little brother, with next to no effort, how stupid it was to wear briefs under your gym shorts. The amazing result was that he quit wearing them even under his regular pants as well(unless our mother was checking), thus feeding my strange desires for forced public nudity that have been part of me from that day on. Probably even before that.

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Now let's get back to the day I met Jeff, the weirdest teenager ever.

“Look, Ricky! This is Brad and Cody.” my brother spoke English now, using my American nick name which I got in our first American school in D.C. “They live down the street and Brad invited us to come play at his house.”

“Mama is going to get you for ruining the new carpet with your muddy socks, Willy!” I snapped back in German, looking over my shoulder, pretending to be ignoring his new buddies. “Now go play doctor with your new girlfriends and leave me alone!”

His buddies giggled, not understanding a word of my German insult. But Willy didn't think much of my verbal abuse. He pulled his dirty socks off and tossed them at the back of my head, before leaping onto my bed. He tried to wrestle with me, but I wasn't in the mood.

“Get off me or I'll kick your balls!” I growled at Willy threateningly, still in German, and forcefully thumped his left arm with my knuckles. He didn't even flinch, but I knew I hurt him good. For a split second there was that sad look in his eyes which betrayed him. We usually got along really well, pretty much like twins, and due to the minor age difference between us, we even used to have our own language when we were toddlers. Well, at least that's what our parents keep telling people – even complete strangers, like old ladies at the mall who keep calling us sweet boys or adorable. I hate it when they squeeze our cheeks, ruffle our hair and even slap our short clad butts. We're not three anymore! But old people just don't seem to get the difference between three and thirteen. Is there anything more embarrassing? Anyway, I had told Willy about my bullying experiences with “Hogsnout”. So when he saw me act all cranky, he got the message and quit bugging me. Not without getting even for hitting him, though.

“You're a big fat bully yourself, Fritz!” he shouted in German. At the same moment, he grabbed my towel, pulled it off me and jumped off my bed with a victorious grin on his face, winking at me. “You should come over to play! That will cheer you up for sure!”

Laughing like mad men when they saw me naked, Willy and his new buddies dashed from my room, slamming the door shut behind them. I yelled an obscenity, but my anger disappeared as quickly as my embarrassment and gave way to happiness for having this cheerful brother who'd once again saved me from my dreadful thoughts.

“Where are your friends?” I wanted to know when I joined Wilhelm at the kitchen table twenty minutes later. He told me, they'd gone home but had invited us over. I wasn't sure if I wanted to go and shrugged my shoulders which he took for a yes, as usual. He was slurping up the remains from his bowl of chocolate cereals – one of the many treats totally unknown to us before we came to America – and milk ran down his chin, then dripped onto his bare chest where the chocolaty drops left thin lines on his comparably pale chest and belly as they descended further. I filled my bowl with cereal and milk and told him, “That milk's gonna ruin your shorts, Willy. You know that Mama keeps telling us chocolate stains are really tough to get rid off.”

“Oh shit! Not my new school basketball shorts. Coach Anderson is gonna kill me for sure! Or worse even, he'll make me practice naked!” he yelled, virtually dropping the bowl on the table with a loud bang and jumping off the chair. Immediately, he began stripping off those thin white gym shorts, making a hilarious show of it. Then he held them with both hands, arms outstretched, to examine them. “Whoa! That was damn close, Fritze! Thanks. Coach already threatened to beat my ass today and keep me naked afterward. And I hadn't even done anything. Except telling that dorky Jake what a blind bat he is. And that was nothing but the truth, man!”

He quickly hung his shorts over the back of a chair and I enjoyed watching my eleven year old brother in his birthday suit. For a split second I considered smacking his perfectly shaped white butt with my spoon, since he stood real close to me. I wanted to see his little tight nut sac and uncut wiener bounce from his involuntary reaction to the impact. But I didn't. With a wicked grin, he wiggled his middle, hands on his hips, and observed those two milky drops rolling down his torso until they reached his smooth bald pubis. His dick started to stiffen and he used both index fingers to catch the drops just before they would have disappeared behind his little sac.

“Mhhhh! Yummy!” he exclaimed when he licked the first drop off his right finger. “You wanna try some of my yummy milk, Fritze?” he asked me with his boyish dick fully erect and held his left finger under my nose.

“You're gross!” I told him crinkling my nose, but I couldn't help grinning back at him, which was giving me away.

“So are you, Fritze!” he replied and stuck his milky finger into my smiling mouth. Then he looked at my jeans. “And you got a stiffie too!”

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On our way to Brad's house Willy told me about Brad's eighteen year old babysitter, Jeff. I nearly laughed my ass off when he said he'd seen Jeff the other day when he picked Brad and Cody up in his beat up VW Rabbit. The thought that kids our age still needed a babysitter seemed absurd to me. Plus, I'd never heard of a guy babysitting. Our parents never even considered paying strangers – teenagers! – to watch us when they worked late or were going out. After we'd arrived in the States, they would sometimes ask the neighbors to check on us in our D.C. apartment building. In East Berlin our grandmother from dad's side used to watch us when we were little. But a babysitter? Crazy, I thought, when Wilhelm rang the doorbell of Brad's house, and I was really curious to meet this Jeff guy. Little did I know then that meeting Jeff would give my world a whole new kind of spin.

“Hi guys! Come in and leave your shoes by the door.” we were welcomed by Brad whose slender eleven year old body was covered by some faded blue gym shorts only. He pointed at a guy sitting on the couch and said, “This is Jeff, uh, he's our, ...uh, well, you know, he's here when our moms aren't around.”

“What you mean is that he's your babysitter!” my brother blurted out, while shucking his ragged sneakers off his bare feet carelessly and followed Brad into the living room. “Cos you're still little babies that need someone watching them!”

That's all Brad needed to hear. He pounced on my brother and both of them began wrestling each other. Willy was wearing well worn cutoff jeans that hugged his butt cheeks snugly and revealed all of his sturdy thighs, and his favorite blue Star Wars T-shirt which he'd outgrown some time ago. Placing my spotless sneakers neatly at the door after carefully unlacing them, I made my way over to the couch on my sock covered feet. Let me tell you, I hate wearing my sneakers without socks as I think of it as being smelly. Unlike Willy, who had simply put on his play clothes, I was wearing my brand new blue jeans and a yellow polo shirt, the kind with the tiny crocodile. I didn't want to come off as some kind of filthy kid in front of my neighbors.

Brad and Willy were putting on one hell of a fight for us, rolling on the floor and trying all kinds of wrestling moves and holds. I watched them in complete fascination. For a moment Willy had Brad in a scissor hold, but Brad tried to get out by pushing his butt off the floor as high as he could. With his back arched and my brothers legs clamped around Brad's bare upper body, Brad's crotch was now the highest part of his body. Brad's legs were spread wide so that I enjoyed a clear view of the eleven year old's private parts peeking out of his shorts. The first thing I noticed was the bluish circumcised dickhead. That was something I still had to get used to, even after almost two years in the States. Circumcision was totally uncommon in East Germany, so I looked on in awe.

“Like what you're looking at?” a male voice asked me, making me jump. A pang of guilt shot through me, as if caught in the act, and I felt my face blushing. I looked at the guy on the couch who was wearing a sleeveless white shirt and jean shorts. His brown wavy hair was semi long. There was a knowing look in his piercing green eyes and he was grinning at me. He couldn't know about my hidden desires, could he? Was it so obvious? I wondered in fear. “I'm Jeff. And you can close your mouth again, pal.”

“Oh..., uh, yeah.” I stuttered and managed a timid smile, feeling completely foolish.

“Which one are you? Willy or Ricky?”

“Oh, my name's Friedrich, but here everyone calls me Ricky.”

“Here? What do you mean, here?”

“Well, back home my nickname was Fritz, but since we got to America, everyone calls me Ricky.” I explained, suddenly feeling confident because this Jeff guy seemed to take an interest in me. “Except my mother and father. Oh, and Willy of course. They still call me Fritz.”

“Oh yeah, Brad told me you guys were from Germany. And which name do you like better?” Jeff asked me. That was a question I had never been asked before. I didn't even bother correcting his little mistake of not putting East before Germany. I'd sort of gotten used to people saying that all the time.

“Uh, I guess, Fritz. I mean, I know it's kind of a weird name and maybe a bit difficult to pronounce...” I told him, and he really listened to me. That was something I wasn't used to. Definitely not from teenage jocks. “But yeah, I prefer to be called Fritz.”

“Alright, that's what I'll call ya then, buddy.” Jeff answered with a big friendly smile, and his green eyes weren't all that piercing anymore. He stuck out his hand and said, “Nice meeting you, Fritz. And you can call me Jeff, Dude, Pal, Buddy or Boss. Just never, ever Jeffrey, cos that's what my folks call me when I've fucked up, you know.”

“Boss?” I laughed, wondering why he would want me calling him that. “Who calls you 'Boss'?”

“Who? Okay, wait, I'm gonna show ya, Fritz.” he said, then turned to the boys who were still romping in front of us. “Guys, break it up. Now!”

Brad was lying on his back and had my brother on top of him, belly up, clenched in a pretty mean looking headlock. His feet crossed tightly around Willy's waist, Brad shot a confused glance at Jeff. He complained that he didn't want to let go of my brother because he was winning. Amazingly Jeff didn't even have to repeat his order. He merely stared at Brad. There was that piercing look again. Brad released Willy immediately and got up panting like a marathon runner. So Jeff made his point being the boss, but I still hadn't heard anyone actually calling him Boss. Willy was out of breath too, and both had sweat running down their foreheads. Since Brad was bare chested his skin glistened nicely and I wished Willy would take his shirt off. I could see it was soaked in sweat as well.

“See, you are a baby!” my brother continued mocking Brad once he had his breath back. “And you didn't beat me either!”

“Did too!”Brad snapped back, and sure sounded like a toddler now. “I won, right Jeff?”

“I'd say it's a tie.” Jeff ruled, which earned him a round of noisy protest, and even ten year old Cody joined in. He'd been sitting in an armchair watching the fight, but now he took part in the tirade, rooting for Brad. He was dressed in shiny green gym shorts leaving his shapely legs uncovered all the way up to where his buttocks began. His top was a meshed black basketball shirt that had TIGERS and 79 printed in yellow on the front and a large yellow 79 on the back. The thing was really short and barely came down to his belly button. His skin was kind of tan although it was only mid April. He was almost as tan Willy and me. But we'd been to Florida during the spring break. Oddly I was the only one in that room wearing pants and socks. Jeff gestured the noisy trio silencio and suggested, “Okay, alright. If you think this is all so unfair, why don't we have a proper wrestling match?”

All of us preteen boys loved the idea and loudly told him that. Jeff quickly explained the very simple rules. No punching, choking, biting or scratching, no kicking, twisting limbs or grabbing balls. We all laughed at that particular rule. Willy and Brad began playing grab ass right away, trying to get a shot at each others nuts, but they were stopped by Jeff. I was made the timekeeper because I was the only one wearing a watch. The coffee table was moved out of the way and Jeff decided to use the huge round plush rug as our wrestling mat. Willy and Brad got into position facing each other about six feet apart.

“Okay guys. It's pretty easy. We'll have three periods of two minutes. You score a point once you've got your opponent pinned to the rug, uh, I mean, the mat. You lose if your back is in full contact with the mat. Meaning from your shoulder blades to the small of your backs. That's the part where your butt starts. The only other way to score is by getting your opponent off the rug, oh fuck, the mat, I meant.”

“Man, if we used the f-word like that, you'd make us chew soap and spank our butts!” Cody interrupted. I thought he was joking, but he kept a straight face, looking at Jeff as if to challenge him. Jeff just glared back at him without saying a word until Cody gave in, “Oh whatever, just forget it, man!”

“Alright, you ready, guys?” Jeff asked Brad and Willy, and both nodded eagerly in response. “There's one more thing. Brad, I want you to wrestle Greek style.”

I was busy setting up the stop clock on my digital watch – this gadget was all my pride because I got it for my tenth birthday not long after arriving in the USA – but hearing Jeff's announcement almost made me choke on my own spit and I looked up to see Brad's reaction. Willy's eyes almost popped out and he began grinning one of his famous shit eating grins. Yes, he had understood, but Brad and Cody were totally clueless.

“What do you mean, Greek style?” Brad asked and looked lost, probably because Willy and me had those wicked grins on our faces. “Am I supposed to do this weird Greek dance or something?”

“Maybe he wants you to pray to Nike, the Greek goddess of victory. You know, like, ask her to give you the power to defeat Willy.” Cody suggested and looked like he thought his remark was real smart. “And, dude, put on your Nikes for the fight. That way you got victory on your feet and you're gonna be invincible!”

“Oh cut the crap, you two!” Jeff interrupted and looked annoyed. “Don't you know what wrestling Greek style is? Didn't you pay attention in history class? Look, your German pals know what I'm talking about. Go tell them, Fritz!”

“East German!” my little brother yelled, correcting Jeff with unmistakable pride. The teenager didn't seem to get it, but I left it at that and explained to our new American friends that athletes in ancient Greece used to wrestle in the nude in front of thousands of people and that even boys our age competed in such events. It took a while to sink in after I was finished, but then...

“What? You mean, I'm supposed to wrestle naked?” Brad asked and looked absolutely hysterical. Jeff just nodded yes and kept a stern face, sending the message that he meant just that. “What about Willy? How come, he doesn't have to fight in the buff?

“Because I say so, Bradley!” Jeff snapped back in a stern tone of voice. “Besides, I'm in charge of you two, not Willy and Fritz. All I can do is send them home. Is that what you want?”

“No!” Brad shot back defiantly. “But this ain't fair!”

“Tough, buddy! Who's the boss here?”

“Mom!”

“True.” Jeff said with a smirk and shrugged his shoulders “But when she's not around?”

“My mom!” Cody almost barked at Jeff like he was gonna jump the teenager.

“Strike two, Cody. I'm warning you.” Jeff answered coldly, so that Willy and I looked at each other with our eyebrows raised. There was something in the air between them, but I didn't know what. “Now get nekkid, Bradley, or else. I wanna watch you guys wrestle, got it?”

“Yes.” Brad said barely audible and began taking off his shorts. I thought, I could spot just the hint of a smirk on his face.

“Yes, what?” Jeff said it with a chuckle, also noticing that tiny smirk.

“Yes, Boss!” Brad replied with a giggle that really helped to ease this awkward tension in the room.

By pushing his blue shorts down, Brad confirmed my suspicion that he wasn't wearing underpants. His circumcised dick with that purple head sprang free and pointed straight at us. Seeing that awesome boner turned me on and I just prayed I wasn't blushing again and I secretly cursed my tight jeans, hoping no one would notice the growing bulge. His hard thing kind of twitched with each of his heartbeats, but it was still boyish and bald. It looked magnificent and I wondered what my brother would do now.

“Uhm, I guess, I'll take my shirt off.” Willy said, sort of like he was taking a pity on his nude buddy Brad. He pulled his favorite star wars t-shirt over his head, revealing his tan fit eleven year old upper body shaped by two years of being on our school's swim team back in D.C.. I was on that team too, just to let you know. He simply dropped the thing right next to that rug – Willy style, and explained, “It's kinda sweaty. Plus, I don't want it getting torn when we wrestle.”

“Why don't you fight Greek style too, Willy?” I prompted my brother, knowing from experience that he had no inhibitions to romp around in the buff anytime or anywhere.

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Hey, I mean, we had spent the first eight, nine years of our lives in tiny socialist GDR (East Germany), playing at the beach, in lakes, or even in fountains in the middle of East Berlin naked, just like thousands of other kids all ages. There had been little freedom for the people there, or so our parents had told us. Being just kids we hadn't noticed much of any lack of freedom. But that tiny little country was real big on one thing, naturalism or nudism or FKK. Whichever term you prefer, East Germans, young and old, were the world leaders in swimming, suntanning, beach walking, cycling, playing volleyball, barbequing or camping without any clothes on.

I remember a field trip with my class to the East Berlin zoo when I was in third grade. Besides seeing animals, the zoo playground with all its animal shaped toys was the major attraction for us. Right next to it there used to be a shallow pond for kids, no deeper than three feet at the deep end. As soon as our teacher had allowed us to play, most of us would strip off and dash into the water. After ten minutes our teacher would tell us to get out. We did, only to run over to that awesome playground to romp and play without bothering to get dressed. In between we would get back in the pond to rinse off the sand. Now picture this playground, filled with kids all ages, going down the huge dinosaur slide, playing tag on the monkey jungle gym, or sitting on swings, the majority of them completely naked. It was heaven.

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That changed when we got over here. Our apartment building complex in D.C. had a pool free to use for all residents. Willy was nine and I was almost ten when our parents had sent us down naked as the day we were born, equipped with nothing but towels. We managed exactly one quick dive into the chlorine reeking fluid, before some crazy lady with girls our age began acting like we were little demons and shooed us out of the water and off the pool deck.

“Shame on you two! Running around naked like savages!” she yelled, shielding her girls' eyes from seeing something evil.

We didn't understand what that witch was getting at, treating us like some perverted criminals. Still naked and dripping wet, we ran back to our apartment on the third floor, leaving our towels behind. The shock from that frightening encounter lasted almost three weeks, before we made some friends there and finally dared to enter that pool again. That time we made sure to wear our speedos to be on the safe side. To ease the shock our parents had tried to explain us the differences between our cultures. They soon found a pool that belonged to a nudist families club, so we all could go back to doing what seemed most natural to us. Swimming naked. Nevertheless, this and other incidents have definitely made me a lot more modest about my body. Unlike Willy who still doesn't care who sees him naked, I only get nude if everyone else around is too. I'm thirteen now, so my dick is like a permanent boner. I think, showing that to other people is totally embarrassing.

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Sometimes I think though, Willy gets a real kick out of wiggling his boy junk to freak out ladies or girls. I sure do, when I see him do it. And I saw him in the school hallway, because this once back in D.C., he walked from the changing room all the way to the principal's office dripping wet and completely naked, after the gym coach had kicked him out for roughhousing. You should have seen everyone's faces. But Willy didn't even bother to cover his boyparts. He got the paddle twice, he told me, when he showed me his bruised ass. Once from the principal, which wasn't half as bad, Willy bragged. And then again from the coach for continuing disobedience. Apparently the coach had told him to put his shorts back on before seeing the principal. That night, Willy remained naked and had to eat standing up. Our mother took pictures of the bruises on his butt for evidence and put them in a complaint she filed against the school. She's not in favor of corporal punishment, you know. She thinks of it as being barbaric. I'll tell you what I think of that later on.

For the rest of the week our mother let him stay home. Willy voluntarily kept his ass uncovered until returning to school the next Monday. Even when our buddies came round to play, all he would wear was a T-shirt. That Sunday he convinced our parents that his bruised butt was still too sore to wear pants or even sit on those hard wooden benches in church. We shared a bedroom in our D.C. apartment and I was putting my church clothes on. Willy kept jumping from one bed to the other, wiggling his naked butt at me, mocking me for having to go to church. The little faker! I mean his ass still looked bruised, all yellow and green, but he clearly wasn't that sore anymore.

Outside the church my parents ran into a couple that had helped them a lot to settle in after our escape from East Germany. I tried to listen when my mother explained them her outrage over my brother's school spanking, though they clearly did not see what her problem was. They had two girls who kept annoying me by asking a load of dumb questions about our old home. Like, if there really was never enough food, so we had to go to bed hungry, and did we really only speak Russian in school. I just couldn't believe how dim witted some girls could be. At that time Willy and me were nine and ten, and these girls were like eleven and thirteen. Suddenly I heard my mother invite them to our place. Immediately I thought about Willy who was still at home naked. Looking at those stupid girls, I tried real hard to send him a telepathic message in order to warn him. I knew, I had failed as soon as the seven of us entered the apartment.

There he was, my little brother in all his naked glory, lying in his favorite position draped upside down over the couch, watching TV. Starting at the top, his bare feet and well-tanned calves were halfway spread and dangling over the top of the backrest. His strong thighs lay where normal people would rest their backs. His butt was the only part of his body positioned in the designated spot of the sofa, just the wrong way around. His back lay on the sofa's seat, showing off his athletic boy chest and belly, leaving his head hanging upside down, his dirty blond curls touching the carpet, eyes glued to the TV-set. He was so preoccupied watching cartoons that he didn't notice us coming in. Maybe he just wasn't bothered because he hadn't expected us to bring guests. While his left hand rested below his head on the carpet, his right hand was absentmindedly playing with his not so little uncut erection. As much as I wanted to, I just couldn't make a sound to draw his attention to our guests. The moment it took for the girls and their mother to register what my nude bro was doing, seemed to last ages. There was complete silence. If perhaps from shock on the female side, I don't know. They all looked kind of mesmerized.

That's when my mother chirped, “We're home, honey!” You should have seen the look on his face. Hey, I told you, he normally wasn't fazed about who saw him in the buff. But the way he blushed was one of the most hilarious situations I ever saw him in. I still tease him about that. Being the little athlete he was, Willy swiftly folded his body at his waist by bringing his knees down until they were either side of his shoulders on the sofa seat. This new position gave his audience a perfect view of his bruised globes, but also revealed his little pink hole and tight ball bag. I was absolutely sure that he wasn't aware of showing off his splayed anus, and I could hear the girls' mother gasp. His move took less than a second, although it seemed much longer, and Willy landed on both feet like a real gymnast.

My father took over and introduced my nude brother to our guests. Mr. and Mrs. Wilson with their daughters Anna and Clara. He even made him shake their hands and thereby kept him from covering up. He seemed totally oblivious to Willy's obvious humiliation. None of them looked at his face which was still blushed from shame. Especially the girls' eyes were constantly ogling at that little boner of his. After the pleasantries my mother began to apologize, explaining in short why Willy wasn't dressed. She wanted to send him off to get dressed, but Mrs Wilson told her she didn't mind if Willy kept his butt uncovered. She insisted if it was still too sore for attending church, he certainly shouldn't risk slowing down the healing process by putting pants on.

“Mama, ich gehe mich jetzt anziehen.” Willy said, thus making a giant mistake. There was exactly one thing both our parents couldn't stand because they thought it was about the rudest thing we could do.

“Wilhelm Werner Wildbach!” she called him by his full name, which meant big trouble. “How many times have your father and I told you how very impolite it is to speak German in the presence of people who don't understand you?” With her British accent she sounded kind of like Mary Poppins. She glared at him like she was really expecting an answer to this rhetorical question. Our father's face was also bearing this look of great disappointment. What the hell? I mean, it wasn't like he'd cussed at these people, right? Willy just shrugged his shoulders letting his head hang low, his hands covering his genitals.

“Watch Mom, it looks like he's playing with himself down there.” the younger girl whispered to her mother, but it was just loud enough for all to hear. “Isn't that sin, you know, if boys touch their thingies?”

“Well, darling. Before your big brother went off to college, you know, when he was about your age. You weren't even born yet, sweetie. I sometimes caught him touch himself like little Willy is doing now.” Mrs. Wilson explained to Clara, but did not whisper since she definitely wanted us to hear what she was saying. “I would tell him to strip off and wait in his room for your daddy to come home. And your daddy would whip your big brother's bare butt raw for doing such a naughty thing. Isn't that right, Johnathan?”

Willy's flushed face grew even more crimson while he was still counting the toes on his feet. I saw the redness of his ears and was amazed there was no steam evaporating from them. That's how hot they looked.

“I certainly did, my darling.” the girls' father confirmed his wife's explanation. “And if you were my boy, young man, I'd do just the same for doing such a sinful deed.”

Now that was really spooky, hearing that man threaten Willy with a spanking. These folks really believed in their religion. We are Catholic too, and back in East Berlin going to church was something only very few people had done. I had been the only religious kid in my class and was exempt from many fun school activities because of that. To us kids church had been fun, though. Not just on Sundays. We used to go to Catholic preschool and kindergarten when we were little, and we went to afternoon care at church after school. But that was mostly because our parents had wanted to keep us off that communist stuff they taught us in school. Communist brainwash, my father still calls it when he talks about that time. Most of all, they had never wanted us to participate in those organized socialist youth afternoons at school. These joyful afternoon hours spent in church after school care were especially cool because they used to have lots of cool toys and crayons and comics there, all smuggled in from the West. Each of those toys had it's own exciting tale of how it had gotten across the iron curtain, so that we could play with them. That is a whole different story, though.

Anyway, our guests, going on about that sin crap, were definitely more Catholic than anyone I'd ever met. Seeing my parents' puzzled gazes, they obviously felt the same way. Suggesting my brother should get a thrashing for covering his privates, after my mother had clearly stated that she totally disapproved of physical violence, certainly wasn't very polite of them either. But Willy did take Mr. Wilson's threat seriously and moved his hands to his sides, revealing his now deflated boydick dangling over his wrinkled little ball bag. The prepuce completely covered his dickhead and formed a cute little nozzle. In spite of my excitement about my kid brother's embarrassing situation, I began to feel kind of sorry for him. His exposed genitals seemed to be a magnet for our guests and they kept staring at them as if his nuts and dick were a sight for tourists. I felt guilty about my arousal, but my ten year old dick was throbbing inside my tight white briefs I wore under my white Sunday suit pants. I believe that his bashful behavior contributed a great deal to my state. Had he acted as nonchalantly around our guest as he normally did when being naked, it wouldn't have given me half the turn on. Seeing Willy naked and ashamed in front of these completely dressed girls – strangers! – made my heart and boyrod pound, causing me to break into sweat from pleasure, exhilaration and guilt.

That's when my father spoke up to break the uncomfortable silence, “You know what's funny?” he tried one of his terrible attempts at making a joke in his thick German accent. “My old man used to punish me with a beating, and it never did me any harm. Actually, I turned out rather good. Well paid job, now that we've made it to The Land Of The Free! Lovely wife! And look at my boys. Smart, excellent grades, lean and healthy. Fantastic swimmers, too! So what else could a proper punishment do than to strengthen their endurance?”

My father chuckled at his own remark and Mr. Wilson nodded in agreement. I couldn't believe my ears and shot a fearful glance at my mother, seeking reassurance from her that our father was only kidding. She didn't look happy at all.

“Shouldn't you be offering our guests some drinks, Klaus?” my mother suggested in a tone and with a look on her face that made me shiver, although it had been directed at my father. “I'll get the food ready, and you Friedrich, take your brother to your room and make sure he puts his Sunday shirt on. Only because your bottom still hurts too much to wear pants, Wilhelm, it certainly won't keep you from wearing your good shirt at the table for Sunday dinner! When you're dressed, I expect you to apologize to our guest for your rudeness, and I will consider which privileges I will strike off your list of leisure time activities for the next week.”

* * *

At dinner, we kids were sitting on four bar stools at that higher table in the open plan kitchen, while the grown ups ate at the dining table in the living room. Back then, this apartment had seemed really weird, but in a cool way. A large open plan living room with a kitchen attached to it, separated only by this bar table with four high bar stools around it. Something like that had been unknown to us. Sometimes my mother had cursed the fact that the kitchen was not in a separate room because she hated it when the entire apartment smelled of cooking odors. Our old apartment in East Berlin had consisted of a short narrow corridor, a tiny kitchen and just one room for the four of us to live and sleep in. The toilet was in a very small room in the staircase outside our apartment, without any heating in the winter. Two other families had to share that toilet with us. And then there had been those awful trips to the rat and spider infested basement, which had seemed like a creepy underground maze to me. We had to carry up buckets of coal four flights of stairs because we needed that dirty black stuff for our coal burners to heat the apartment in the winter! In comparison to our old place, the apartment we had in D.C. seemed like pure luxury to us. On top of that large open living room, dining room, kitchen area, we had two bedrooms and two bathrooms, with bathtubs and showers. That was before we moved to our new house in Hampton of course, which is even bigger and my brother and I have our own bedrooms now. I'm drifting off again.

* * *

Willy was now wearing his white short sleeved Sunday shirt at our high bar table, but nothing else. The shirt left half of his firm globes uncovered and his dickie occasionally peeking through the gap at the front below the last button. The girls found his half naked state hilarious and used every chance to rub it in. He had tried to trick our mother by putting on his white Sunday shorts that he usually wore to church when it was hot outside. But she had quickly reminded him of the privileges she'd take away if he continued his silly behavior. Ignoring my teasing grin, he had returned his shorts and sat on the bar stool closest to the adult's table. This way the adults were able to see his backside only. Before Anna was asked to say grace, Willy had to stand up, turn around, look at the adults and apologize for speaking German in front of our guests. Once again his face became flushed from shame and he stammered his apology. Apparently his dick felt sort of left out because it began to stiffen and peeked through the front gap of his shirt to salute our guests. Only this time the girls didn't see it since Willy was facing the adults.

“Gesundheit!” Mr. Wilson joked and everyone laughed, except Willy. Our mother let him off with a warning, telling him that another lapse today would earn him no cartoons for a week. Now even my nine year old brother was smiling again, and we could enjoy Sunday dinner once Anna had said the prayer. It didn't take long for Willy and thirteen year old Anna to become friends since both were really outgoing and shared the same kind of humor. I was amazed how easily he forgot about his half naked condition, while I was still experiencing that exhilarating rush of seeing him almost nude (which wasn't even his own choice) in a room full of dressed people. These two got along brilliantly and kept making jokes that soon turned into little covert table pranks at eleven year old Clara's and my expense. I didn't mind and played along, but Clara became irritated and annoyed, threatening to tell on them. At one point Anna bent across the table to whisper in Willy's ear. His eyes lit up like fireworks and he giggled, contemplating Clara with a mischievous look.

“Hey, Clara!” he said barely able to contain his laughter. “Look under the table! I got something really nice for you.”

“Ewww! You're sick!” she yelled in a lousy attempt at acting appalled. Of course all of us had looked and seen his proud little boy rod. It was hard as wood with its foreskin fully retracted, revealing his engorged little mushroom head. He kept humping the underside of the table by lifting his ass off the bar stool. “Mom! Willy's boything is really stiff and that hood is off its tip! It's totally gross and a sin, cos he is doing it on purpose!”

“No, I'm not!” Willy lied in his defense, but his cheeky grin was giving him away.

“Oh shush, sweetie.” Mrs. Wilson answered without even turning around to look. “He's a little boy. And little boys have penises that get hard sometimes. It happened to your big brother all the time. Now be quiet and eat your food, honey, the grown ups are trying to have a conversation here!”

After what had happened earlier I sure was amazed about her indifferent reaction. Clara sulked, which encouraged Anna and Willy to continue teasing her. There was lots of laughter at both tables. When it was time for desserts and coffee, the adults had already finished two bottles of wine and drunk two shots of East German Kräuterschnaps. We had finished our ice creams, but the adults didn't look like they were going to get up anytime soon. I lost a table vote by three against one, and was volunteered to ask if we could leave the table and go play in the pool. Of course my mother was still too sober to be tricked quite so easily. She told us to play in our room for an hour before going swimming and even checked her watch. All that ice cream must have given Willy a sugar high, or maybe he was just being extra goofy for the girls. As he got up from the table, his legs were on either side of the seat, his bare feet standing on the horizontal bars that ran around the bar stool's four legs, about a foot above the floor. This put his flaccid penis and scrotum just an inch above his empty ice cream bowl. Willy lifted his shirt just slightly with his left hand while his right hand guided his dick with that foreskin nozzle right into the bowl.

“Watch me, Clara!” he drew the eleven year olds attention to his little stunt. “My dickie likes ice cream, too!”

His blue eyes were filled with mischief. He giggled madly and made slurping noises pretending his penis was drinking the remains of melted vanilla ice cream from his bowl. Soon his little nozzle was covered in that white stuff. Yeah, that's my brother Willy at his best. Vanished had any signs of modesty he might have shown before. Both girls watched in awe, as his little worm twirled in that bowl. Even Clara was too stunned by his lewd little show – right in front of the adults, well actually behind their backs – to go tell on him. The only reason he didn't get caught by our mother was that his half naked backside was turned toward her and she was too engaged in some amusing conversation with our guests.

“Oh, Willy.” my mother suddenly called, causing his body to jolt from shock. In all fairness, all four of us sure thought our hearts had skipped a beat. “Before you go play, come here. Mrs. Wilson wants to examine your bruised bottom. She still thinks I'm exaggerating, saying your teacher hurt you too severely.”

Once again Willy's nerve totally surprised me. Before jumping off the stool, he wiped his dick clean with his fingers and even stuck them in his mouth to lick the ice cream off. “Mhhh, yummy!” he said to the girls with a cheeky grin before nonchalantly making his way over to our mother. Don't ask me how he got away with it. Mrs. Wilson asked him to lift his shirt and bend a little so she could look at his discolored cheeks. Our mother explained how swollen and red they were on the day of the paddling. Mrs. Wilson ran her fingers over the yellow, green and purple patches on his firm globes, and said this might really have been too much for a nine year old. Naturally the girls watched intently as their mother's hand was caressing my brother's ass. I can tell you, their eyes almost popped out when she told him to turn around and straddle her thigh. Seeking reassurance from out mother, he sat on Mrs. Wilson's left thigh, facing us, and she gently pushed his back against her enormous bosom. Now he really looked like a toddler with his feet dangling either side of her fat skirt covered thigh.

“Did you check his testicles, my dear?” Mrs. Wilson asked my mother. “Let's hope his sweet little nut sack didn't get injured. You don't mind if I check them for you? I'm a trained nurse after all.”

I couldn't believe it when our mother gave her green lights, stating that she hadn't even thought of that awful possibility. She seemed genuinely concerned and didn't listen to Willy's objections. His whining, “my balls are fine!” and squirming in Mrs. Wilson's huge lap earned him a couple of loud slaps to both of his thighs, resulting in red imprints of her chubby fingers. My father, who had kept working on that Kräuterschnaps bottle with Mr. Wilson throughout the little show, sternly told Willy to hold still and let Mrs. Wilson examine his jewels. “I must be sure that both my sons will give me beautiful grandchildren one day.” he said with his thick accent, causing both men to chuckle and empty another shot glass. “Prosit! To healthy reproductive organs!”

“Lift your peepee out of the way and let me check your little balls there, darling.” Mrs. Wilson told Willy and began kneading his sac between her fingers with those long red nails, as soon as he had his limp pecker in his hand. I was afraid she'd slice him open and his nuts would drop from their pouch as she took each testicle between her thumb and index finger, rolling and squeezing it. Willy was squinting his eyes, crinkling his nose and pressing his lips together. He was not liking her manipulations, and I didn't envy him, for what she did, sure looked painful to me. “A fine specimen of testicles we have here, you see girls? They feel fine to me, not swollen or out of shape.”

“I told you, Mama!” Willy yelled, quickly leaping off Mrs. Wilson's lap, although she wasn't quite done yet and grabbed his arm to stop him from running off. “Coach Johnson paddled my butt not my balls”

“And still,...” Mrs. Wilson said to my mother, slapping Willy's butt quite hard. “I believe corporal punishment is an important key to a boy's education. It helps him to focus on achieving his goals. And we had a strict rule for our son. A spanking in school was always followed by another spanking at home. Now look at him. He is twenty-two and studying at Stanford. Among the top ten students in his year! Anyway, your cute little son's sweet buns here are most certainly absolutely adorable. They are so scrumptious that I can't even blame you for trying to keep them unblemished, my dear! But boys will be boys.”

She gave Willy another smack across his firm cheeks, causing him to yelp and cringe his nose. Our mother pulled him by his hand and sat him on her lap. Exclaiming that we boys were growing up much too fast. She smothered him with a couple of kisses all over his face and neck. He complained, he wasn't a baby, before he managed to wriggle away from her. As he dashed off, she yelled, he'd always be her baby. Then she gave me that weird look, so I followed Willy quickly, before she could do something similarly embarrassing to me.

“This one also has a very cute ass!” I heard my mother say. I was blushing and angry at her for talking like that about me.

The girls chuckled as we disappeared to our bedroom, teasing me to show them my 'cute ass'. Reasoning, now that they'd seen Willy's butt, it would only be fair to see mine as well. Anna tried to convince me, saying she'd like to compare our backsides. She almost got Willy to side with her, when she suggested a competition of which butt was better looking. She and Clara were to be the jury of course. I bluntly declined. That was too much for me. I got our Monopoly game from the shelf and told them this was the only competition I'd engage in, thus ended the girls efforts to get me naked too. At least for a while.

* * *

“Hey, Willy, show me your butt!” Clara suddenly exclaimed in the middle of our game of Monopoly. “I want to check out your bruises! You know, feel them like my mom did.”

“No way! But I can show you my asshole!” Willy shot back, before turning around, bending over and spreading his cheeks with both hands to reveal his pink boyhole. “It can talk, too!” he giggled and farted a couple of times.

“Fine!” Clara said, ignoring his antics and walked to our closed bedroom door. “I'll just tell your mom that you keep insulting me in German. No more cartoons for you, Willy! I'll make sure it's for a whole month, too!” Then she turned the doorknob and slowly opened the door.

“Girls are mean as hell!” Willy cursed under his breath and kicked the Monopoly board with his bare foot, sending all the pieces and money fly all over our room. Game over, I thought. “Okay, okay, I'll do it, Clara!” he gave in.

“Kneel on the bed with your legs spread wide and put your face on the mattress.” Clara ordered Willy with an authority in her voice that gave me the creeps. “I'm going to pinch your butt to check how sore you still are. That's what doctors do, you know.”

Willy thought little of that idea and dared to refuse once more, but he quickly changed his mind when Clara actually left our room and began calling for her mom. Anna and me had to laugh when we saw Willy dragging Clara back into our room and promising on his life he would do whatever she asked. Without another order from the bossy eleven year old female, my brother climbed on his bed and knelt with his legs spread as far as they would go, his butt as high as he could. That sight was awesome. His splayed butt cheeks presented his little pinkish brownish pucker in all its beauty. His wrinkled ball bag and the covered tip of his dick with its nozzle were dangling right between his muscular thighs. The top of his head was resting on the mattress and he was looking at Clara through his parted legs. But shirt began sliding down and blocking his own view of the proceedings, so he sat up to quickly pull it over his head without unbuttoning it. He was back in Clara's desired posture before she could tell him off for moving. Now that he was complete naked, he was able to watch us dressed kids through his spread legs. Seeing him in this vulnerable state, fully exposed for those dressed girls, was sending the weirdest feelings through my body. I felt hot and my ten year old dick was pressing hard against my white Sunday suit pants.

Clara inched up on Willy's backside and gingerly touched his right buttock with her forefinger. Then she got braver and used more of her fingers before she began stroking both of his smooth, but slightly discolored globes with both her hands. I was enjoying every second of the show, but also saw thirteen year old Anna move in closer. Her fingers seemed to be totally itching to join her younger sister's exploits.

“Let's check his bruises now!” Anna blurted out, no longer able to just sit on the bleachers. “We'll trace them with our fingertips. You do his right cheek, I'll do the left.”

I thought, I was going to explode. My heart was pounding so fast, I could feel the pulse in my ears. There were two girls older than us, touching my nine year old brother's bare and wide spread ass, in their bright Sunday church dresses, in which only hours before, they had prayed innocently and sung of leading a life without sin.

“Okay, now let's pinch him and see what happens!” Clara said after they'd traced his yellow and green and purple bruises with their fingers for a couple of minutes, and commented them, saying things like “Look, that's where the edge of the paddle must have cut his skin. Can you see that straight line?” and, “Hey Willy did that thing have any holes? There's a couple of round spots on your cheeks.” In between, Willy kept asking if they were done yet, since he was clearly not liking their special kind of attention. “Let's do it one at a time, so we'll see who can pinch him the hardest.” Clara suggested.

“What? No way! I won't let you pinch my butt!” Willy protested, and quickly flipped himself over to sit on his butt for protection. He put on a pouting face, sat there cross legged and defiantly crossed his arms. The fact that both girls were now staring at his soft boydick that was draped over his tight bag between his spread thighs didn't seem to bother him. His major concern seemed to keep his ass out of harms way. “My butt's not a pinching game board, you stupid girls.”

“Okay, Willy, we won't do a pinching contest, alright?” Now it was Anna who started negotiating with him, after Clara's renewed threat of taking away cartoons didn't work anymore. “Your mom told my mom that she took you to the doctor's the day after the paddling, right? And she said that the doctor pinched your butt to see how badly you were hurt.”

“Yeah, but she didn't pinch me hard and she didn't do no stupid pinching game or anything. She was real nice to me and I even got a candy after!”

“Right.” Anna said, agreeing with him. “All we want to do is pinch your cheeks a little. You see, I'm in the eighth grade in middle school and we have health class there. Our teacher's a real doctor and she taught me how to examine bruised butts. The boys in my school get paddled a lot because some of them are really stupid. And sometimes our nurse asks me to check their butts. If you let me and Clara just do a little examination of your poor butt cheeks, I can tell you if you're good to go back to school tomorrow. Okay?”

“Would you like to go back to school, Willy?” Clara suddenly asked him in her sweetest voice, and she even stroked his back. “Or do you want to stay home?”

“Hell, no!” Willy yelled with conviction. “Staying home all day is so boooring! I wanna play with my friends in school again.”

Once he'd said this, the girls told him to lie on his back and bring his legs all the way back until his knees were next to his ears. This way, not only his smooth ass was spread wide with his puckered anus winking at us, but his ballsack and penis were completely accessible for the girls too. I remember our parents putting us in that position to get our diapers changed. Without many words, the two underage female doctors got busy. Apparently their pinches were more like tickles because Willy started giggling, as the girls lightly pinched his soft skin all over his splayed globes.

“Okay, the next ones might be a little more painful.” Anna warned Willy, sounding like a real doctor for sure. “We have to check the skin by your little hole, but you just let us know, when it's too much, okay? I know, you're a big boy and you can take it. I mean, hey, you survived that paddling, right Champ?”

Anna was great! She sure had me convinced. Did she really learn that kind of stuff in health training? I mean, now that I'm in eighth grade myself, I know it was a load of bull, but as a ten year old, she really had me looking forward to a class like that. Willy suddenly had a very determined expression and hooked his arms round the back of his knees to open his slightly tanned butt even wider. Anna told Clara to do exactly as she did. Then she started pinching Willy's wide open ass crack right by his tailbone, going upwards to where that splayed white valley got deeper. Willy cringed his nose as the pinches became more painful, but he didn't make a peep. I got on the bed, kneeling next to him in order to follow the girls' fingers with my eyes. I watched them pinch and squeeze his tender skin, leaving pink spots behind, slowly crawling ever closer to his sweet pink orifice. I looked at my brother's face to find him observing their movements closely, biting his lower lip at the same time. Looking at his open ass again, I saw both girls attacking that pink puckered ring, his most intimate place, pinching that super sensitive skin with their fingernails.

“Owww! Outch! Stop it!” Willy wailed and almost kicked their heads when he unfolded himself and jumped to his feet. He bounced on the bed with both hands clutched right on that sore spot between his cheeks. The girls and I loved his crazy dance, with his dick and balls jiggling about. When he had calmed himself a little he asked Anna with the most serious look on his face, “That really hurt bad! But do you think I can go to school tomorrow?”

“I can't tell you yet, because you moved before the examination was over, silly!” Anna said in a sweet, yet condescending tone, addressing his guilt. And it worked!

“I'm sorry, Anna, but the last pinches really hurt a lot!”

“I know, but it was part of our check, okay? Why don't you lie down the same way.” She replied and stroked his arm, giving him a warm smile, just like a real doctor would. “I promise, we won't pinch you anymore. In fact, Clara is going to get an ointment that'll make your bruises heal in no time, right Clara?”

Clara nodded enthusiastically, before disappearing from our room. In the meantime Willy lay down once more, and folded his legs back, splaying his smooth ass crack like before. When Clara returned, both girls squirted ointment onto both bruised cheeks, thus making my brother squeal because of the cold moist sensation the salve caused. I watched in awe, as both girls massaged Willy's tender buttocks with their hands. Then Anna's hand moved along his crack, rubbing from his tailbone, past his puckered anus up to his ball bag. She even coated his wrinkled pouch with the crème, but Willy didn't complain. His eyes were almost closed since he really seemed to enjoy the girls ministrations. Suddenly his eyes bulged and he emitted a high pitched “OW!” Anna's index finger was sticking in his hole.

“Keep your legs up, Willy!” Anna ordered, while she pushed her finger further into my little brother's backdoor. “I'm just trying to locate your prostate. I have to check, if it got hurt during the paddling. Your doctor forgot about that, didn't she?”

“No, she didn't!” Willy whimpered, but kept holding his legs up which really amazed me. “It hurts though, Anna. Are you done yet? Take it out, please.”

“Don't worry, Willy. It'll stop hurting in a minute. Can you feel that?” Anna asked with her finger all the way inside him now. “I'm tickling your prostate now. Sometimes they call it a boy's sweet spot, cos it makes you feel all tingly inside when it gets rubbed.”

Clara and me were speechless, observing Anna's finger sticking inside Willy's hole. She seemed to know so much about the human body and she was using my brother to teach us. Then my brother's dick began to grow hard again and pointed at his chest once it was fully erect with its bluish glans partly exposed. Willy's eyes got all glassy and he moaned softly each time he exhaled.

“That's it! See, Willy?” Anna spoke softly. She kept moving her finger back and forth inside his rectum. “I think your prostate works just fine! Want me to stop?”

“No!” Willy moaned with his eyes closed, clearly enjoying what she was doing. “Please, I'm not sure yet. Keep checking it, okay, Dr. Anna?”

Anna smirked at Clara and me, and kept going until my little brother's whole body shuddered and his hard little boy rod twitched and jerked, causing him to elicit a whimper of pure pleasure.

Anna pulled her finger out and Clara and me both cringed our noses, seeing Willy's shit on it. I silently wondered how something so enjoyable had to be caused by such a disgusting deed. After wiping it with a tissue, Anna went to the bathroom to wash her hands. This gave Willy time to recover from what was possibly his first rectal orgasm. Then he got off the bed and also left for the bathroom.

* * *

“Now, do you think, I can go back to school tomorrow, Dr. Anna?” Willy asked her once both were back in our room. His good manners surprised me, since he normally had a lot of trouble accepting any kind of authority, especially from adults. With that thirteen year old girl, he was completely different.

“Maybe, you can. But there's just one more thing we have to check, Willy.”

“Oh! You do? And what?”

“Sit down and I'll show you, okay? It won't hurt one bit, I swear to god!”

Reluctantly Willy placed his butt on the comforter again, crossing his legs. But he seemed to trust Anna's confident smile. Clara had the same quizzical look on her face as Willy and me, when Anna sat down in front of him.

“You know, there aren't many boys around here, that still have their foreskin.” She said, pointing at his worm snuggled lazily over his ball bag with that nozzle.

“Yeah, I know. I'm the only one in my class.” Willy said with some pride, which made me smile.

“Well, sometimes, when a spanking hurts so bad, the pain travels from a boy's butt all the way into his penis, you know.”

“Oh yeah, I know!” Willy replied to my surprise. “The pain traveled so fast that my dick got hard when Coach paddled my poor ass. That sure didn't happen when the principal spanked me. I think, she just wasn't as strong as Coach.”

“Exactly Willy!” Anna chirped, happily agreeing with my nine year old brother. “That's why I need to check for you, if it's all better, you see? I bet the doctor never thought of that either, did she?”

“No, she really didn't!” Willy answered and looked at Anna with pure amazement. “Did you really learn this stuff in middle school? Boy, I can't wait to grow up like you and learn about neat stuff like that!” Anna beamed at my brother for referring to her as grown up. I began to feel jealous since they really seemed to like each other a lot.

Nodding yes to Anna when she asked if he was ready for the very last examination, the teenager took Willy's limp worm between the fingers of her left hand, her preteen sister right by her side. All four of us were sitting on Willy's bed as if surrounding a small campfire, but only Willy was in the buff. “It tickles!” Willy said when Anna used her right index finger to play with that tiny nozzle the prepuce formed. Then she pulled on it, taking it between her thumb and forefinger. Willy, giggled and wrinkled his nose, but didn't complain.

“Nurse Clara,” the thirteen year old addressed her sister. “I need your expertise on this, please examine this young man's penis as well.”

The eleven year old followed her sister's request with joy and repeated her sister's fondling. “Owww!” Willy exclaimed when Clara pulled on that nozzle, extending it like a whole inch away from his worm's head! That must have hurt. I flinched just from seeing her do that. “Stop hurting me!” he demanded and Anna gave her younger sister that look which made her stop.

“Before we can tell you our diagnoses, Willy, we have to take a quick look at your little mushroom.” Anna said, but the wrinkles on my clueless brother's forehead made her realize, she'd lost him. “Oh, by mushroom, I mean the tip of your penis, you know, the head of your peepee.”

Now he understood and told her to cut out the baby language, telling her he was nine not two. Anna chuckled and ruffled his curly hair, before asking him if he could pull back his foreskin for her. Not losing any time, he retracted it partly but couldn't get the whole pink glans free.

“Can you get it to stand up?” Anna asked him while both girls were staring at his appendage. “Maybe it'll be easier then, you know?”

“Sure, I can!” Willy exclaimed proudly, and I felt my face flush from feeling kind of ashamed for his total lack of modesty. Nonetheless my ten year old rod was hard as hell. “You've seen me do it! At lunch time, remember?”

It only took him a couple of yanks to get his woody to stand at attention. In that state it was easy for Willy to pull that hood off his mushroom and the girls seemed more than mesmerized. Anna moved her hand to touch his pink glans. First she used only one finger, then she engulfed his entire penis with her hand, bringing a big smile onto my brothers face.

“It feels all spongy and dry!” she said to no one in particular. “Pretty much like Jake's dick, only smaller.”

“Who's Jake, honey?” Mrs. Wilson's voice brought our doctor's game to a sudden stop. We never heard her enter our room, but she didn't seem upset about what Anna was doing to Willy. “Anyone I know?”

“Oh, mom. Hi!” Anna quickly removed her hand from Willy's boyrod, and Willy put his hands in his lap. “Jake, uh... Jake is... uh... He's my friend Margie's little brother, but you don't know him.”

“Oh well, must be pretty big down there, Margie's little brother, if Willy's penis is smaller than his. I mean, Willy's not very small for his age, is he now?” Mrs. Wilson remarked, glaring at her thirteen year old daughter suspiciously. “Anyway, girls. I only came in to tell you that it's pool time if you want. I brought your swimsuits from the car. And boys, after your mom told me about that horrible neighbor of yours that doesn't like seeing little boys swim naked, I encouraged her to let you both skinny dip today. We'll watch you and if that lady complains again, Mr. Wilson will tell her that there is absolutely nothing unlawful about young boys being naked. My husband works as an attorney, boys. So he knows the law!”

Hearing these news, Willy jumped off the bed to hug our mother who'd just entered our room as well. Anna and Clara ogled me quizzically. Probably they expected me to freak out or something. To be honest, I thought about telling my mother that I'd prefer to put on my speedos, since I felt kind of embarrassed in front of the girls. I mean, they had their swimsuits, so why was I supposed to be naked? Even though I didn't mind going to nudist pools or beaches where everyone else was naked, I sure felt some sense of modesty when I was supposed to strip on front of clothed people, especially girls. Even at ten, I already had felt like that. But in that case, I knew I would draw a lot more attention to my nude frame if I made a big deal out of it now. So I just shrugged my shoulders and stripped from my Sunday suit into my birthday suit before chasing my nude little brother through the hallway of the apartment building, down the stairs and into the blue pool water. Of course, we were the only naked kids playing in the pool that afternoon. Of course all other fifteen children of both sexes and all ages there were wearing swimsuits.

Throughout the afternoon in the pool, both Wilson girls and some other kids had a zillion chances to 'accidentally' touch our naked asses and fondle our uncut boydicks under water, while Mrs. Wilson enjoyed watching us play. On many occasions she called me or Willy out of the pool to ask silly questions, giving us drinks and snacks, while she fondled our naked bodies – mostly our dripping dicks and asses. She got my father to make us show her all sorts of different dives at the deep end of the pool. He happily let her touch us to correct our stance in order to achieve the perfect dive. Her hands were all over us, and I sure didn't like that, especially when she invited her girls to do the same. On the pool deck – not in the water, we had to make a presentation of all the different swim styles we had learned so far, with all the other kids being in their swim suits, watching us nude boys perform. Eventually she got my father to start a competition of who could do the most push ups, pull ups and sit ups. He even made us do headstands and splits with our intimate parts on display for all. Some other kids joined us, but Willy and I remained the only naked boys. At least that freak neighbor didn't show up to complain. The Wilson's visited us several times while we were living in D.C., and we went to their house as well to play with our new friends. But that's another story.

* * *

Anyway, back to our first day at Brad's house when Willy had just turned eleven and I was only weeks before my twelfth birthday. Hearing my suggestion to wrestle in Greek style, Willy's ears got a visit from his mouth. Sorry, that's a German expression meaning, he grinned the most shit eating grin he could manage. Yelling, “hell yeah!”, he basically ripped off his super skimpy cutoffs and fired them straight at my face. They had his little brother scent on them. Since Willy barely ever wore undies, and of course he didn't then and there, he was standing there naked, thrusting his hips forward. Brad, Cody and Jeff all stood there, glaring at my brother's boyish dick. Culture clash! They looked like they had never seen an uncut penis before. Like I said, my brother was normally totally unfazed by his own nudity. But his dick began to stiffen as the other boys kept staring at it, making Willy blush with a nervous smile on his face.

“How come your dick has all that extra skin over its tip?” Brad wanted to know. He walked over to Willy and reached for his boner. “It sure looks like it's wearing a hood or something.”

“Hey! Back off! No touching!” my brother shouted with a coy grin and covered his genitals with both hands. The top of his boner was peeking out though. “You heard the rules! No grabbing balls! Let's get wrestling, already! I'm gonna kick your ass, Bradleeeyy!” Willy mocked his nude opponent.

Jeff seemed to have recuperated from his brief stupor caused by seeing my brother's uncircumcised member and he took charge of the ring. He sent the naked fighters back to their designated spots and told them to start. I pressed the button on my watch and enjoyed as the two boys began to wrestle each other. At first they tried to get each other off balance by holding on to their opponent's arms and kind of jerking, pulling and shoving back and forth and in all different directions. None of their moves looked like anything I had seen on the tube during the Moscow Olympics two years before. My guess was that Brad really tried that Greek dance. At least that's how it looked and I told him that. My ridiculing comment brought Cody back to life and he started cheering for Brad and coaching him from the top of his lungs. I did the same for my brother. They really looked funny doing their dance, especially with their hard ons bouncing around and their boy sized ball sacs jiggling between their muscular thighs. Jeff was refereeing and taking points on a small notepad each time one of them got pushed off the rug. Then the first period ended, but none of them had ended up on the rug yet.

During the short break, I tried to coach my breathless and sweaty brother while he was drinking water. I told him to wrestle the way he had before the official match, since that had looked so much more like the real thing. I spurred him on by telling him to forget the stupid rules and pin Brad's back to the mat, no matter what. When they faced each other again, their dicks had gone limp. My guess was that the extra blood was needed in more vital parts of their bodies now. This time Willy followed my brotherly advice and was able to get Brad off balance right away. Cody and me got real excited yelling our coaching instructions at our contestants. I just loved watching them fight in the nude. You could really see their muscles work in their lean boy bodies, all shiny from sweat.

Brad somehow got the upper hand as they were rolling around on the rug. He was on his knees straddling Willy underneath him. Suddenly my brother's face was buried between Brad's cute ass cheeks and I caught myself wishing I could swap, wondering what Brad's butthole must look and smell like. After another slight move, Brad's penis and ball sac were actually resting on my brother's mouth, which was halfway open since Willy was breathing hard. This was so exciting to watch and although the two fighters were no longer hard where it matters, my own boner was pressing against the confinement of my tight jeans. At the same time Willy still managed to keep his muscular butt and lower back off that rug by clasping his legs in a scissor lock around Brad's neck, and thereby pulling his face down to his crotch. In a way it looked like they were sixty-nining each other. Before any of them could score, the second period was over. I thought, my gosh, what a hot show that was. Nothing was more thrilling to me than contemplating naked bodies that weren't mine.

Jeff returned from the kitchen with two bottles of Gatorade and three cans of Coke. Willy and Brad were still panting but gulped down their drinks in no time. Their hot nude bodies were covered in sweat and made their muscles show under that glistening skin. My brother finished his bottle first and yelled:

“Man, you gotta learn how to wipe your butt, Brad! Your asshole really stinks of poop!”

“Shut up, Willy! Your balls taste like girl's pee! You penis breath!”

Brad was really angry because of Willy's comment and made a move to get him. But Jeff, who stood behind him, put his arms around his bare chest and pulled him back. He hugged him from behind and bent down to whisper something in Brad's ear. Willy and me couldn't hear what Jeff was saying, but Brad's reaction was to angrily pull away from Jeff and cross his arms in front of his chest in defiance.

“If I have to wash myself, Willy also has to! He stinks just as bad as me!”

“Sorry, pal. Already told ya. I'm in charge of you two only, and not your friends.” Jeff answered. “Now get your butt upstairs and clean those stinky parts before your mom gets a whiff and spanks you raw!”

Willy and me exchanged quizzical glances before Willy's face popped up yet another shit eating grin. “You mean, we can go freshen up before the last round? Hell yeah! Let's go! Show me your bathroom!”

Hearing this, Brad's sour mood changed abruptly and both naked eleven year olds sprinted from the living room.

* * *

I still stood there, contemplating what Jeff had just said to Brad. Did he really threaten him with a spanking from his mom? I was confused, but way to shy to simply ask the guy. I mean, he was an eighteen year old teen I hardly knew. Kids my age simply didn't talk to high school jocks. Before I got to finish my thoughts, Jeff walked over to me, tousled my brown curly mop and asked me:

“Hey Fritz, what's eatin' ya? You sure look lost in thought, buddy.”

“Uh, uhm, yeah...” This Jeff guy was really neat. Definitely not like any other guy his age. So, I just spat it out. “You know, there's this jerk in my school. He's been bullying me since I got there. Today, he and his stinking friends even pissed on me, and that was after these shitheads had made me drink from the toilet...and...”

I couldn't go on talking because my stupid tears just started flowing from my eyes and I was sobbing and snot ran from my nose. I felt miserable and ashamed, hating myself and wondering what Cody must be thinking of some strange sixth grader who starts crying like a girl in front of people he doesn't even know.

“I know who this guy is!” Cody said and he even handed me a Kleenex which really surprised me. “His name's Chuck Anderson, right? A real asshole, a fucking bully and a bad ass! Once he even told my buddy's nine year old sister he'd rape her at night. Sick bastard! He's thirteen already and still in sixth grade, can you believe it? And his dad is the gym coach, did you know that, Jeff? Coach Anderson, that's Chuck's dad! So he can get away with anything he wants because his dad screws around with our vice-principal, Miss Chamberlain. You know, he dates her and all. Man, we gotta do somethin' to get you out of this mess! Right Jeff? I mean, we really gotta come up with something neat to help our buddy Ricky!”

I was stunned by Cody's reaction and his speech. He really had something to say – most things I didn't even know yet, like our vice-principal's name and that she was dating our coach who happened to be the father of that brainless bully Hogsnout. When I told Jeff and Cody my nickname for Chuck, they laughed. Jeff crouched down to be at eye level with me, put his hands on my shoulders and told me that he'll come up with something to make Hogsnout quit bullying me.

“Okay.., but..., ...like what?” I wanted to know, already fearing the consequences of an attempt that might fail or backfire. “If his dad's Coach Anderson, then what can you do?”

“If everything else fails, Fritz, we can always make him run home from school naked.”

“Nuh uh, we can't” I disagreed, but grinned at the idea. Since the first day in our new school on Monday, I had studied Hogsnout's habits, mainly to avoid unnecessary confrontation, so I was able to tell them. “Either he takes the school bus or his dad drives him home. Besides, who'd want to see that big ugly bully naked?”

“Oh come on, he's not that ugly, Fritz.” Jeff said and got that mean sparkle in his eyes again. “Maybe his face is, but I bet his sturdy body is pretty muscular. I'd love to embarrass him by forcing him to strip in the street and parade in front of the neighborhood girls! You'd love that too, right Fritz? I mean, the guy humiliated you big time, and you gotta pay him back!”

I nodded slightly, thinking that Jeff was right. Hogsnout deserved to be punished! That's when Willy and Brad came back from the bathroom and wanted to know what we were talking about. We filled them in, which got them on board and they came up with all kinds of crazy revenge plans to stop that mean kid from bullying people once and for all. Brad got carried away and began talking about how he'd like to stick something up Hogsnout's asshole, something to make him squeal like a pig and think about everything he'd ever done to other kids. He looked like he really meant it, but I doubted it at the time. Jeff stopped our exciting brainstorming and told Brad and Willy to stand in front of him.

* * *

“Alright, wrestlers. Time for my pre-fight inspection to make sure you two are clean and fit for your final and all deciding round. Stand at attention!” Jeff ordered and both naked boys did, hardly able to contain their giggles. He began his inspection by checking their heads, running his fingers through Brad's and Willy's wet hair. He tilted their heads back, one at a time, using his fingers to open their eyelids wide and brought his own face real close to theirs looking into each eye, asking them if they could see alright. Both of them kept laughing as he continued inspecting their faces. He squeezed their noses and even tried to stick his pinkie finger into their nostrils to which all of us preteen boys responded with a unanimous “EWWW!”, accompanied by exhilarated laughter. After he'd finished checking, or should I say poking, both of their ears, mouths and checking their outstretched arms, finishing with each finger, he ordered them to lock their hands behind their heads, bring back the elbows and move their feet apart. He corrected their posture until their feet were spread really wide, at least three feet or so, and their elbows were all the way back to really bring out their chests and rip cages.

I totally enjoyed watching his careful examination of their smooth preteen bodies and wished I could be the one examining those boys that were merely a year my junior. Once again I had that raging hard on pulsing inside my tight jeans. But Jeff's jean shorts were showing an evident bulge too. I cursed myself for not putting on underwear because the rough jean fabric was scratching my super sensitive glans because my foreskin had partly retracted. I thought about going to the bathroom to fix it, but I didn't want to miss that show.

“Okay, this is getting tricky! I guess, I'm gonna need your help here, Fritz.” When I heard Jeff say that, I thought my heart would skip a beat. I still wasn't sure if he really meant what I hoped he did. I stepped forward and waited, standing next to him. “Alright, buddy. Stand in front of your little brother like this. Now I want you to follow my lead and do exactly as I do. Got that?”

“Hey! No fair! What about me?” Cody hollered and joined us. Now there were three dressed guys facing two naked boys that were standing there in absolute open and vulnerable positions. It was one of the weirdest and hottest situation I had ever been in, up to that point. “If Ricky gets to inspect Willy, I wanna do Brad.”

Jeff clearly didn't like Cody's idea. I could tell by the look on his face. Quite some time later, Jeff confessed to me, he had only brought me into the game because he didn't have any parental consent, at that time, for Willy or me for that matter, to be manhandled in such ways. Brad's and Cody's moms had fully approved and even encouraged Jeff's actions a long time ago.

“Well, here's the deal, Cody...” Jeff said, putting his arm around the ten year old's shoulder. “If you get naked now and let me inspect you first, you can do Brad, okay? But if you're gonna pull a face because you don't like what I want you to do, then you can get lost and sit on that couch and sulk all you want. Do we have an agreement?”

“Fuck you, Jeff! I really hate your guts and you know it!” Cody yelled and pulled away from the eighteen year old's friendly side hug. “And I hate being naked, too!”

That being said, Cody stomped his bare feet on the wooden floor and disappeared from the living room. We could hear the back door slam, so I guessed Cody had run into the yard. Willy and me exchanged perplexed looks at Cody's sudden outburst of hatred. Looking back at Jeff, I wondered what had caused this. Brad wanted to follow Cody, but Jeff calmly told him to stay, reasoning that Cody needed time to come down. After Cody had obviously hurt him somewhere deep inside, that eighteen year old boy was still showing empathy for the kid, instead of busting his ass in rage. This guy made some impression on me and I began to actually like him more and more.

“Well, now can we get on with our wrestling match already?” Brad asked, sounding overly cheerful, as if to lighten up the suddenly very subdued Jeff. “Where were we? Oh! I know! You guys were gonna inspect us if we're fit to fight. Come on Jeff! Go ahead and inspect my body thoroughly. I know you love doing that. I'm all yours, boss.”

I glared from my amazed brother to that weird acting eleven year old American boy who presented himself in all his glory, with a cheeky sparkle in his blue eyes and flashing his award winning smile at Jeff. The happy nude kid eagerly assumed the same posture as before, only this time he had his legs spread even further apart. That left his wrinkled scrotum dangling between his thighs. I mean, it was still pretty tight, but his testes were clearly visible and made the sac sway just a bit. His dick had only taken seconds to regain its full staff position and I was still fascinated by that engorged mushroom crowning his rigid shaft. My brother must have felt left out since Jeff and I kept staring at Brad. Willy quickly spread his legs equally far, locked his hands behind his head, bringing out his tan boyish swimmer's chest which was slightly broader than Brad's. He even thrust his hips forward making his semi hard uncut penis and slightly lower hanging ball bag swing in a funny way.

“I guess, you're right Brad. Let's have fun without that little grouch spoiling it all!” Jeff said and his disappointment was quickly replaced by eagerness to get his hands on Brad's eleven year old frame. “Fritz, you watch me and copy everything I do, got it? We're about to conduct a full body check.”

“Okay.” I replied with a trembling voice, hardly able to conceal my excitement. Both naked eleven year olds seemed to be having a ball and Willy winked at me.

“Wrestlers, if you move out of position or refuse to follow any orders, I'm going to use my belt and blister your backsides. Are we clear? Just do as you're told if you want to save your little asses, guys.”

“Well, but you can't whip my butt, Jeff.” Willy objected and I thought, I heard regret in his voice. “Our mama says it's wrong. She even sued our old school in D.C. for paddling me.”

“Yeah, but she lost that suit. It didn't even go to trial.” I quickly added, because suddenly I felt very enthusiastic about witnessing an ass whooping for real. Until now I had only heard about them in my father's childhood tales, or my from buddies back in D.C. bragging about how tough they were and showing of their striped butts after a good licking from their dads. And I'd seen Willy's bruised butt of course. Now, I was desperate to actually see it happen. “And at St. Mark's they almost refused to take us on when our mother told them she wanted us exempt from their corporal punishment policy. They said only girls could be excused, providing they had a doctor's note. She didn't like that at all! But she went back the next day and signed that form, after arguing about it with our father for the whole night.”

“Oh well, who cares!” Jeff said shrugging his shoulders. “If your mom doesn't like it, I'll just whip Brad's butt instead, if you flinch or even refuse any part of our inspection, Willy! He's used to it. Let's get it over with already, boys! I wanna see you girls fight.”

“No! I don't want you to hit Brad if I screw up! That wouldn't be fair!” Willy yelled with conviction. “I'm just saying our mom doesn't like it, that's all. I can take it for sure! I'm no wussy, you know! Just try not to leave any long lasting marks, okay?”

With a sly grin Jeff told us this could be arranged. Finally we were ready to continue the boys' pre-fight inspection. I stepped real close in front of Willy, who was less than two inches shorter than me, and observed that tall teenager next to me, looking down at the nude Bradley, whose circumcised pecker began to expand again. My fingers were itching to touch my brother's tender skin. Of course we saw each other naked all the time and also had plenty of chances to feel each others bodies. If at play in the nudist resort, or after lights out when either one of us would sneak to the others bed; modesty did not really exist between us. But the prospect of this inspection brought things to a new level for sure. Hence, Willy's intact penis began to harden as well, and he grinned at me expectantly. The fact that Jeff and me were fully dressed, while they were, in a very subtle way, forced to be naked, gave me that extra thrill. Their vulnerability was my turn on.

Jeff placed his big hands on Brad's shoulders, making them look very small. Since Brad still had his hands behind his head, Jeff let his hands slowly slide down toward those smooth armpits. There he tickled Brad, trying to get him to move. Through his giggles Brad complained that this wasn't fair. I copied Jeff's every move, also causing Willy to laugh and fighting his natural urge to dodge my fingers. Moving on to Brad's nipples, Jeff circled those tiny pink boytits, before he pinched them between his thumbs and index finger. Brad opened his mouth wide to let out a silent scream, but he didn't move. Hoping to get Willy to flinch at least, I began twisting his pointed little nipples. Too bad that this was something we did to each other on a regular bases. The effect was rather disappointing for me, since it didn't result in earning him any licks from Jeff's belt. Willy knew how badly I wanted to see him getting his ass whipped. That's why he put in extra efforts to brace himself.

Amazingly both boys kept their postures throughout Jeff's and my piano lessons up and down their rib cages. After poking both their belly buttons, I observed Jeff moving on down toward Brad's circumcised boydick. The eleven year old's semi erect hairless member seemed to like the attention and got hard again, pointing at the eighteen year old's nose before he even touched it. We all laughed at the sight when Jeff took it between his fingers and began squeezing that bluish bald mushroom head.

“Hey little man,” Jeff talked to Brad's dick in a changed deep voice, his face no more than two inches from the small rod “Are you ready for the last round?”

“Yeah, I am, Jeff!” Brad grinned and answered back in a high voice, sounding like Mickey Mouse. “I really love wrestling Greek style, so just finish your stupid inspection cos I want to kick Willy's ass!”

While Brad was speaking, Jeff squeezed his glans to open and shut the piss slit in time, pretending it was actually doing the talking. We had to laugh so hard at this that Willy almost lost his stance. Then it was my turn to copy Jeff again. I began by kneading my brother's limp organ to wake it up. His intact penis stood at attention in no time, but his glans was still completely covered by his foreskin. I hesitated for a moment, before having an idea.

“Hey little Willy, did big Willy wash you properly?” I asked, trying to imitate Jeff's deep voice. I failed though, sounding more like a hoarse crow.

“Sure, he did, nitwit!” Willy answered mimicking Donald Duck in his own hilarious way. “Take off my hood if you don't believe it, sucker!”

“Jeff, can't we just smack his ass for spoiling my joke?” I asked the eighteen year old, feeling pissed off, because Willy was ruining my show. Everyone else was laughing though.

“No, we can't!” Jeff said chuckling. “Just do it, pal! Pull back his skin. We wanna see his little dickhead!”

That was more encouragement than I needed and I peeled that foreskin down to reveal his engorged mushroom to our gawking American friends. As usual Willy was anything but ashamed and swayed his hips, making his hard dick bounce. I sure enjoyed his lewd antics as much as Brad and Jeff. We resumed our inspection and Jeff took the lead by holding Brad's tight nut sack in his hand, rolling each olive sized egg with his fingers. Suddenly he closed his hand which caused Brad to yelp and curse the grinning teenager. Although Brad's muscles had visibly tensed during the short squeeze, he stayed put. Still no whipping, I thought to myself and planned to change that now. I took Willy's dangling little sac and squeezed it tightly without bothering to roll his testies. I wanted to inflict enough pain to make him move at last.

“Aua, Fuck! Du scheiß Wichser!” he yelled in a mix of English and German. He dropped to his knees, bringing his hands down to clasp his tortured balls. “You did that on purpose, asshole!”

“Now, can we whip his ass, Jeff?” I asked with a sly grin while Willy was still clutching his genitals and hollering English and German cuss words at me. “I mean, you said they weren't allowed to move, right? If this doesn't qualify, then what does, man?”

Jeff agreed with me, thus contributing to Willy's anger and causing him to chase me across the living room. His dick was no longer hard, but flopping between his legs while he chased me dodging chairs and jumping the sofas. Eventually Jeff grabbed him around his chest and picked him up like a four year old. He sat down on the sofa and put Willy over his left knee, using his right leg to restrain the preteens flailing legs.

“You said, your mom doesn't approve of spankings, right Willy?” Jeff asked, but Willy didn't seem to hear him.

“What are you doing, let me go! I gotta kill my mean dumbass brother!”

“I'm going to spank your butt now.” Jeff explained calmly, holding the struggling boy in a tight grip. “But I decided to use my hand instead of my belt since you don't want to go home with telltales souvenirs, okay?”

Smack, Smack, Smack, Smack, Smack...

The strong teenager began his onslaught to my little brother's naked tan buttocks, turning them pinker with every smack of his big hand. Willy kept yelling obscenities at me, then at Jeff, demanding to let him go.

Smack, Smack, Smack, Smack, Smack...

Undeterred by Willy's curses and threats to tell our mother, Jeff continued to smack his globes. I was totally stunned. There was my own flesh and blood receiving a walloping of his round buns right before my two eyes. And all I could think of was my own throbbing hard on in my jeans, and what great fun it was to watch his ordeal.

Smack, Smack, Smack, Smack, Smack...

Jeff continued to rain noisy slaps onto Willy's asscheeks. Besides turning them ever more crimson, the spanking seemed to have a pretty calming effect on my brother. His loud protest subsided and gave way to soft yelps each time Jeff's hand made another stinging contact with the skin of his firm backside.

“Okay, I've had enough now, Jeff.” Willy sniveled, turning his head to look at the spanker. His voice sounded absolutely calm and normal again. “I bet my ass is real red already. It sure enough stings like hell. Our Mama really shouldn't see it that way. She's gonna ask stupid questions. We could get into big trouble, I mean it. I'm not going to tell on you, I swear. Just quit, alright, Jeff?”

Once again, my little brother amazed me. He ceased crying as soon as Jeff stopped the spanking. It must have hurt plenty judging from the color of his ass. But Willy seemed most concerned about saving Jeff's neck from our mother's retribution, should she ever find out. Jeff let him get up and Willy smiled coyly with a tear stained face, sporting a boner that was throbbing with every heartbeat. His foreskin was fully retracted and his dickhead was red and swollen, crowning his hard boyrod. What a sight! This hasn't been the whipping I had imagined, but at least I had finally gotten to witness a real spanking. I remember thinking for the first time since coming to Hampton, that moving here might not have been the absolutely worst thing that has ever happened to me. Thanks to Jeff.

“Still planning to kill your brother?” Jeff asked Willy, ruffling his sweaty mop of dirty blond locks.

“I guess, I'll wait til we get home.” Willy answered grinning at me. “But I really feel like kicking some ass now! Come on, let's wrestle, Bradleyyyyy!”

“Quit calling me that, William German Shakespeare !” Brad retorted, chasing him to the round rug. “You feel like kicking some ass? How about me kicking your ass, moron!”

Without waiting for their referee, or my timekeeping, these two nude eleven year olds began grappling on that makeshift wrestling mat, but Jeff didn't stop them. This time they didn't waste any time by trying to shove each other off the rug. They went straight to the ground, their slender frames rolling around, twisting limbs, doing holds, trying anything to get their opponent's back pinned to the floor. They were even calling each other names until Jeff announced, the next person that spoke would get a real belt lashing. To emphasize he really meant it, he removed his belt from his short jeans and whipped Willy's upturned butt, making him yelp. Waiting for the tumbling boys to change positions until Brad's white curved mounds presented themselves as a nice target, he delivered two noisy lashes, which were a lot harder than Willy's, leaving two visible red stripes. Brad also yelped, but was too preoccupied to complain. Jeff told them to use their energy for fighting, not talking. It was funny to watch Willy's baboon's ass in contrast to Brad's white globes. For some reason my brother's boyrod was still hard as wood, while Brad's was nearly limp.

For a moment they were standing and Willy clutched his arms around Brad's chest from behind. In an attempt to break free, Brad tried to shake Willy off unsuccessfully, before he decided to drop to the rug in a swift move - landing on his knees and elbows. Taken by surprise, but determined not to let go, Willy's upper body made full contact with Brad's back. Willy's legs were kneeling between Brad's wide spread thighs and I saw both their puckered holes and dangling ballsacs. Then my brother's crotch moved forward, his stiff member disappearing between his opponent's splayed buttocks. Their full body contact lasted a few second in which Willy tried to force Brad off balance. From where I stood it sure looked like Willy was humping Brad's butt a couple of times. Suddenly Brad yelped and rolled onto his flank to get rid off his sweaty backpack. Jeff and I exchanged puzzled glances. None of us saw what really happened, if Willy's erection had by any chance touched Brad's holy sanctum, since both boys were clinging together, obstructing our view of that intimate area.

Time was up, I announced with a slight delay due to the intriguing action on the rug. Jeff ended the last round and both exhausted fighters collapsed on the rug panting. As they were lying next to each other on their backs, I realized that both boys had hard boy poles now. I was relieved in a way, thinking, that at least all four males in the room were in the same state of arousal – Jeff's short jeans had a huge bulge, too. Willy's dickhead was still engorged and uncovered by its hood. I took a good look, trying to find any signs of a possible intrusion. Neither Willy's dick nor Brad's pinkish puckered orifice showed any evidence, which was clearly visible because of the way he was lying on the rug pretty much copying a frog. I wondered what had made Brad yelp like that. My imagination was running wild. Knowing Willy for all my life, I knew that nothing was impossible. Finally, they got up and gulped down their sports drinks. After counting the points, Jeff declared Brad the winner by just one point.

“Congratulations Brad!” said Jeff, giving the elated eleven year old a hug. “Your prize is to pick one last game before your bath and supper, okay?”

“Alright! Cool!” Brad was obviously thrilled, and after hearing his proposal, I understood why. “Let's play Strip-Tag! Cody's gonna hate me now. But, Willy, you'll just love this game!”

“What's that supposed to be?” Willy inquired curiously. “Strip-Tag? I've never heard of that.”

“It's real easy, you'll see!” Brad answered with a mysterious smirk. “But we have to get dressed first. No point playing Strip-Tag when you're already naked, man.”

I was still pretty clueless, but only got stupid jokes for an answer. Willy just shrugged his shoulders, following Brad's example and putting his cutoffs and Star Wars T-shirt back on. When I heard Jeff say that we'd be playing in the backyard, I went to retrieve my sneakers from the door. As I was about to slip them onto my socked feet, Jeff told me, I wouldn't be needing them and should take off my socks too. This game was played barefoot on the lawn, he told me, kindly disregarding my objection that it was only April and we might get cold feet out there.

* * *

Cody was sitting on the step still sulking when I opened back screen door to follow the gang to the backyard. Brad and Willy were kicking a soccer ball, and I could hear Jeff rummaging through the garage, cursing. Brad hollered at me to join their game, kicking the ball my way. The sun was still shining and it wasn't very cold. But the grass was cool and wet under my bare feet, and I was afraid to get grass stains on my new jeans. I passed the ball to Willy and explained, I wasn't going to play.

“Oh, he's just being an old sissy!” my brother told Brad, who clearly didn't get why I declined. “Doesn't wanna get his new pants dirty, you know!”

“Take'em off, Ricky!” Brad suggested, pointing at his own skimpy shorts. “We're all in shorts, man! Winter's over! Or are your undies dirty?”

“He's not wearing any!” Willy answered before I could, laughing his ass off. “That's how he thinks, he can raise his sperm count, haha!”

“Neither are any of you, guys!” I retorted annoyed. Not that it was any help. I was the butt of Willy's joke and wished I could spank him right there, just like Jeff had done.

“Okay, boys! I found the foam ball, so we can get started! The winner of the game gets to have all four losers do dares. Any dares, guys!” Jeff told us smirking wickedly. Brad and Willy beamed at the teenager's suggestion, and came up with the wildest ideas for the cruelest chores for the losers. Jeff threw the spongy foam ball at sulking Cody's head as he walked past him. “Move your butt, Cody! You're playing too, old grouch! Or do you want me to spank you right here in front of your pals?”

“I'm going inside.” Cody offered defiantly and stood up to open the screen door to the kitchen. “Still got math homework to do.”

“Oh no, pal! You're not going anywhere!” Jeff told him and quickly grabbed his arm. “Homework time is after your bath and supper, you know that. Your moms won't be home til late, which gives us plenty of time. Play with your friends now, before they have to go home.”

“I don't care! Let me go! Why don't you quit picking on me?” Cody yelled and tried to squirm out of Jeff's grip. “I don't wanna play this dumb game! And I am not going to strip, got it? Mom ain't here, and you can't make me!”

That's when I kind of got an idea what Strip-Tag was all about, and I had to admit, I was on Cody's side. Stripping naked out here? What a stupid idea! This was not a nudist resort or anything, I was thinking to myself. Seeing Jeff's pissed off face, I could tell that Cody had finally passed the teenager's threshold of goodwill. Cody also realized what was coming and began to really fight Jeff, shouting obscenities and making desperate attempts to break lose. For a moment it looked as though Cody would get away, but then Jeff told him he was getting spanked like a three year old. The muscular teenager knelt on his right knee and draped the screaming ten year old over his left one. Cody still tried to free himself by squirming and kicking, but Jeff grabbed both his wrists and twisted his arms until Cody's hands were resting between his shoulder blades. This looked really painful. Cody was crying bloody murder, but eventually stopped kicking out.

Jeff didn't waste any time and pulled down Cody's shiny green gym shorts to reveal his nicely curved and very white buttocks. I thought, I was dreaming. For the second time in less than an hour, I was going to witness a spanking. This time it was even better, since it was out here in this backyard that didn't even have a fence and some neighbors might actually see Cody in this humiliating state. When Jeff began to slap his big hand onto Cody's butt, I could tell, he really was using much more force than he had on Willy. Undeterred by Cody's piercing screaming and cussing, Jeff laid it on in a steady rhythm, turning those cheeks first pink, then red. I didn't count, but after three minutes, or so, of constant smacking, Cody got quieter and his yells and curses turned into sobbing and begging to stop. Jeff did and stood the crimson butted, red faced boy on his bare feet. Tears and snot were covering his mug, but Jeff held him by his wrists, preventing him to wipe his face or touch his burning ass. Cody was jumping up and down on the spot, with his shorts round his ankles.

“Are ready to play with us now?” Jeff asked, sounding completely calm again.

“Yes.” Cody replied whining.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Boss!”

“Can you tell me just one thing, pal?” Jeff asked him after releasing Cody's hands, which instantly went to his face to rub his tear filled eyes, then to his blazing butt cheeks, trying to extinguish to fire. “Why in the hell are you acting like this? I mean, I'm gonna have to tell your mom about this. And you damn well know what she's gonna do.”

“Please don't tell her! I'll be good and I'll play, okay? Just don't tell her. She'll whip me and she'll make me stay naked for the whole weekend again! Please Jeff! Please!”

Willy and I exchanged stunned looks once more. I mean, I remember Willy and me staying naked for a whole week not long ago. That was during spring break at a nudist resort in Florida just before we moved here from D.C.. But nobody had forced us. In fact our parents were naked, and so was everybody else there. Toddlers, preteens, teens, grown ups, old people. It was normal. On the other hand, I felt with Cody. I couldn't imagine to be made to strip in front of dressed people, especially girls. Even girls my age? No way!

“Come on Jeff! Cut him some slack, man!” Brad piped up on behalf of his buddy. “He said, he'll play now. And you already punished him, so let's just forget about it and play the game.”

“Do you ever repay Brad for always saving your ass, Cody?” Jeff asked smiling now, and slapping the kid's butt one last time before Cody hid it in those skimpy green shorts again.

“I usually make him suck my dick!” Brad yelled with a cheeky grin. He grabbed his crotch with both hands and thrust his hips forward in a raunchy gesture.

“No, you don't, dumbass!” Cody denied, acting just a little too outraged at Brad's allegation. “I swear, Jeff! I don't suck his..., uh..., I mean..., he doesn't make me..., oh whatever! Can we play already?”

Jeff went to the faucet and soaked that spongy foam ball under running water until it was dripping. He explained, this way nobody could argue the ball had missed, since it would leave a wet proof on our clothes. The piece of clothing hit by the ball, would have to be removed, and the person that got tagged would be it. The game would end, when all but one person were stripped naked. The rules made sense, and the prospect of getting to see all of the boys strip right here in the yard, sure was a thrill. But having to strip myself in this sort of public place, did make me feel uncomfortable. I cursed myself once more for not wearing underpants, and I would try very hard to dodge that wet missile. The anxious anticipation of having to face a mean dare if I was going to be among the four losers, sure spurred me on big time.

Being the winner of the wrestling match, Brad who wore his blue shorts only, picked up the drenched ball while the rest of us spread out in the yard. The fact that Jeff played, made me wonder if he also was going to strip all the way. I mean, we were kids, but he was eighteen. And this was an all American neighborhood, not a nudist beach. Brad's first target was Jeff, who didn't even try ducking, so he was hit in the side and had to take off his shirt, revealing his lean athletic male torso that didn't have a single hair on it. The teenager went after Cody, and boy, he could run! Jeff was fast, but Cody easily dodged three shots and zig-zagged across the lawn like a rabbit. Jeff caught Cody's bare arm and his thigh with the wet bullet, but the rules were, you had to hit a piece of clothing to make it count. Willy and Brad became very brave and ran up to Jeff to slap his butt as he was retrieving the ball. They laughed and mocked him, sticking out their tongues, then wiggling their shorts clad butts at the teenager. Being too excited, Willy underestimated Jeff's sprinting quality, and shook his behind just a second too long. Jeff ran toward Willy with all his might and took aim. Standing no chance of avoiding this perfectly aimed shot, Willy's ragged cutoffs received a round wet mark on the left cheek.

“Gotcha! German boy!” Jeff yelled, grinning with satisfaction. “Get them off! Put them on that table to dry and soak the ball under the faucet again, Willy. And you're it now, so move it!”

“Alright, alright! I'm not stupid, you know!” Willy retorted slightly irritated, and obviously angry at himself for making such an easy target. As usual, he was being a sour loser. He complained to Jeff while he slowly peeled off his jean shorts, presenting his nicely curved buttocks that still were pink from his spanking. “Why did you have to aim at my butt? You could have simply hit my T-shirt, you know!”

“I spy with my little eye...” Brad teased my brother in a terrible attempt to sound British. He shouted loud enough to be heard even at our house down the street. “...Willy's very naked willy! And so do all the neighbor girls!”

“Shut up, Bradleyyyyy!” Willy snapped back, quickly making his way to the faucet, dropping his shorts on the table as he passed it. His old Star Wars T-shirt barely covered the top of his firm mounds. Returning with the dripping ball, he broke into a sprint heading straight for Brad. Thus making his dick and dangling ball bag bounce with every step. “You're next, so start running!”

Brad sped off and both half naked boys – Willy below the waist with his flopping dick and muscular buttocks, and Brad with only his mid section covered – began a hilarious chase around the yard, circling apple trees and shrubs, their bare feet occasionally slipping on the wet lawn. It was funny to watch my brother try in numerous attempts to get Brad with that soaked ball, but missing the slick runner just barely with each shot. Knowing that Willy wasn't a quitter, I just stood there to watch both panting, sweating boys tire each other out. Even as Brad began running our direction, Cody was the only one retrieving to safety. Jeff and me barely moved when Brad came dangerously close and Willy took aim to fire his dripping missile. Willy threw, but missed again, since Brad ducked just in time. The ball kept flying and Jeff, who stood right next to me, caught the thing just before it would have hit his jean shorts. Before I could even think of running, Jeff tossed the ball my way and it hit my thigh, leaving a cold wet mark on my brand new Wranglers.

“Gotcha!” Jeff beamed at me with a victorious grin. “You're it, Fritz! Lose your pants and drench that ball, buddy!”

“What? Why? No fucking way! It's still Willy's turn!” I was not going to strip, and this was against the rules. At least in my opinion. I tossed the ball back at Willy, who caught it, but looked confused.

“No, Ricky! That's the rule.” Cody suddenly chimed in from his safe spot fifteen yards away. “Whoever catches the ball, is it!”

“Well, nobody told me that!” I defended myself. They couldn't just come up with new rules during the game, could they. “Willy is still it, or I'm going home!”

“Okay, I'm it!” Willy called, looking at me with his wicked little smirk. “Run!”

I managed exactly four steps before I felt that damn wet thing hit my butt. Damn it! Then I heard Willy laugh hysterically. I turned to look at him, but he had dropped on the lawn and was holding his tummy, stamping his naked feet, and his bare ass cheeks hugged by the grass. I was ready to pounce on him for his betrayal. He was supposed to get Brad, not me! I stomped over there steaming, but Jeff cut me off. Putting his arms around my shoulders he spoke softly, telling me, he understood that I was mad, but rules were rules. He gave me two choices. Either to go home, or to play by the rules. I was fuming, but felt disarmed. Yet I was charmed by his friendliness. He crouched down in front of me, bringing his eyes at level with mine. I didn't know what to do, was unable to decide, and felt my face blushing.

“I'm giving you three seconds to leave, okay Fritz?” Jeff said sincerely, without the slightest hint of anger. “One..., two..., three.... Time's up, buddy! You're still in.”

I shrugged my shoulders, but didn't move. I couldn't make my hands do the deed, couldn't bring myself to undress out here. I was real anxious about all the neighbors watching me. Just waiting to see my penis, that wasn't a little boy's peepee anymore. It was a growing organ that brought me so much pleasure at night, and so much shame during the day. It would bulge those horrible uniform shorts at school in the most embarrassing moments, causing the girls to point and giggle, and the boys to make nasty comments. I was still bald, but my testicles had dropped and my pecker was wider and longer than Willy's boyish peter. For some inexplicable reason I was beginning to feel more and more modest about that, rather than taking it with rambunctious pride like most guys did. I would never be a jock, this much I knew, even at age eleven, well, almost twelve.

“Lemme help ya.” Jeff said and stunned me by undoing my button and zipper for me. I was petrified and let him undress me like a toddler. He put his fingers in the belt loops and slowly, but steadily pulled my jeans all the way down to my ankles. My dick was on the rise again, and sticking out proudly under the hem of my yellow polo-shirt, causing me to blush even more. Jeff just winked at me. “Nice one, Fritz! Now step out of them and get the ball wet. Try to get Cody this time! I bet you're a lot faster than him!

With a friendly, but slightly stinging slap on my left butt cheek, Jeff sent me off. This teenager had charmed me. I felt like an eight year old again, playing with my friends in front of my grandpa's house, completely unfazed by my own, or anybody else's nudity. I tried to hold on to that feeling of total carelessness. I tried to forget that I was older now and not in East Germany anymore. At least my brother was equally dressed, and his old tight T-shirt revealed a lot more of his naked butt than my polo-shirt.

“Come and catch me, Boner boy!” I heard Cody mocking me, and the other two preteens joined the chant. “You can't catch us, Boner Boy! You can't catch us, Boner Boy!...”

I used my embarrassment to stir my anger, my will to get one of these soprano mockingbirds. Jeff was right. It was Cody who I wanted to catch, since I already knew he was a lot more modest about his body than me. I would relish in watching him squirm when he had to strip, revealing his privates for all to see. Instead of rushing it, I decided to take my time. Willy had simply ditched his shorts on the table, but I neatly folded my jeans and put them on a chair. I opened the faucet and thoroughly drenched the foam ball, until it was heavy and really dripping.

The boys' chants were replaced by impatient hollers, letting me know, I was being a slow poke, wasting their time, and would never catch any of them if I kept crawling like an old snail. My deliberate procrastination tempted them to let down their guard. The three of them provoked each other to pulling crazy stunts, approaching me to make obscene gestures before speeding off to safety again. I pretended to be totally unimpressed by their antics, looking at no one in particular, enjoying the moist grass tickle me between my toes, hoping my hard-on would be kind enough to subside any time soon. The spongy helmet of my boyrod was peeking out from my partly retracted foreskin and I felt the wind tickling my peeslit. This was so much different from being at the nudist resort, where I barely ever sported a boner. Unlike Willy, who would intentionally make himself stiff on such occasions, just because he liked the attention his hard little putz drew. But strutting in their yard like that was such a great thrill, despite the mega embarrassment that tortured my mind.

I knew, I had them when they lined up less than ten feet from me. They spun around, shaking their hineys at me, challenging me to take a shot, their high pitched voices echoing in the spring air. Willy's butt was already naked, but Brad decided to raise the stakes. He pulled down his shorts, thus hampering his chance of a swift escape, and mooned me with his curved pale buns. They observed me over their shoulders, mocking me and for my hard tool. Their butts made perfect targets, but aiming at the two nude rumps was completely pointless. Cody's cowardice was his downfall as I chose his shorts clad ass to blast my ball at. Splash!

Cody played dead, hitting the ground face down as if he got shot and lay on the lawn motionless. I joined the other boys' noisy demands to finally see Cody's naked backside. Jeff had kept in the background, but decided to step in now to send Cody the message he wasn't going to play along with his phony charade. We all knew why he was lying there and began nudging him to get up and strip off his pants. We prodded his ribs and butt with our bare feet, but Cody didn't budge. Jeff got pissed off and threatened him with his mother again. Even Brad, who seemed as much a happy and free spirited character as Willy, was pretty irritated because of the constant disruption his pal caused.

Just as Jeff was going to drag the idle ten year old off the lawn, I took the wet ball and squeezed the dripping thing above Cody's head. The cold water drenched the kid's dark brown mop and the right side of his face. Yelling another abusive curse at me, Cody shot up onto his knees. This was a weird position for him, kneeling between us four guys, two of which were naked from the waist down. Willy's dick and mine were at level with his head. My semi hard boyrod bobbing just a couple inches away from his nose. I grinned at him, silently wishing I could make him suck me. Jeff gave me this piercing stare again, and I blushed immediately, thinking he could read my mind. But then the teenager winked at me with a smile, and I returned his gesture. When Cody saw all of us laughing, he couldn't help chuckling himself. He got up and stripped off his green shorts, hesitating just slightly, and shooting a meek side glance at Jeff.

“Alright, alright, I'm doing it, see?” He piped up defensively. “Gees, Sometimes I really think you're worse than mom, man!”

“I'll be happy to let her know you're thinking that way, Cody.” Jeff responded with a sinister grin. “Maybe this will make her quit nagging me about being too easy on you. But most certainly it'll make her want to be even tougher on you, little shit! You know how much she hates being outdone by men!”

Rolling his eyes and shaking his head in disgust, Cody mumbled something unintelligible and pulled down his shorts to reveal his thing. It was huge! I mean for a boy of ten. He was the youngest of us preteens, but his schlong was the biggest. Also it was hard as hell. A boner that did not need to hide! His circumcised dickhead protruded proudly. Cody blushed like a tomato as he stood there in his meshed cut off basketball shirt that left him naked from just above his belly button all the way to his toes. He must have noticed mine and Willy's awestruck gazes and decided to make a quick move. Picking up the ball, he never bothered to soak the thing, and went straight after my brother and hit his Star Wars T-Shirt. Willy was furious, but Jeff made him strip off his last garment to show off his boyish swimmer's frame with its developing muscles in all the right places.

My brother was the first completely naked boy in the yard now, but managed to strike back with a vengeance. Cody cursed him as he threw his meshed shirt onto the lawn. In an outburst of anger he went after Jeff, but missed three times, before deciding that I made an easier target. Unfortunately, I couldn't prove him wrong and soon had to unveil my own preteen chest. After a short and fruitless pursuit off Jeff across the yard, Willy, Cody and me decided to gang up on Brad instead. He was the only kid whose genitals and bottom were still hidden from public humiliation. The three of us agreed, this unfairness shouldn't persist. The two of them tackled him football style, serving him to me on a silver platter. With a satisfying splash I threw the ball at Brad's only cover. Amazingly, Brad took his defeat with dignity and stripped off his blue shorts with a coy smile. Although he tried to play it cool, I could see him blush as his midsection came into view, his semi hard boydick taking only seconds to salute us at full mast.

* * *

“I won, boys!” declared Jeff, having a real hard time concealing his satisfaction. “Now each one of you has to do a dare. And there's no backing out now, guys! Willy was the first nude boy, which means you're first, little German guy!”

“East German, man!” Willy corrected Jeff again. “We're East German!”

“Okay, whatever, East German! As you wish. And my mom's from Sicily, you know. That makes me a Southern Italian, I guess.” Jeff grinned and ruffled my nude brother's untidy blond curls. “Anyway, since I believe that you're pretty cool about strutting around in your birthday suit, I'm gonna make this dare very special for you, okay?”

My brother looked at Jeff and shrugged his shoulders. This was strange because he normally would have thrown a tantrum about being the loser. Not this time. He just smirked and slightly shook his hips, making his semi hard dick and dangling ballsack sway. I guess, he took it as compliment to be chosen first for Jeff's challenge. “Alright, what do you want me to do?”

“Willy, Your dare is to walk up to the front of the neighbor's house and ring their doorbell.”

“Oh no, man!” Cody and Brad chorused in their high pitched sopranos. “Not the Kirkland girls! No way!”

“Yes way, you little twerps!” Jeff snapped back and continued explaining to Willy, “You're going to wait until one of the girls opens the door and you will introduce yourself as their new neighbor boy, got it?”

“Got it!” Willy replied flashing a shit eating grin. “And if they scream, I'm gonna shake my penis at them like so...” he said thrusting his middle out, wiggling his dick like crazy. “...and then run off, right?”

“Well, not really, Willy. Let me tell you what you're going to do.” Jeff answered and bent down to whisper in my brother's ear, the teen's green eyes glistening wickedly. Willy nodded and giggled as he listened to Jeff's secret instructions. Yelling that he'll be right back, my naked brother sped off between the buildings and quickly disappeared round the front of the neighbor's house. Despite Jeff's disapproval, Brad, Cody and I sneaked up to the corner of the house. Other than my totally shameless brother, us three nude boys tried to keep out of sight as much we could. The last thing we wanted was to get spotted by other kids playing on our neighborhood street in our state of undress. But we were just too curious what Willy was doing. He was already standing on their front porch, fidgeting from excitement as he reached for the doorbell. Three or four times, he pulled his finger back and ducked down. Then he discovered our heads by the corner. He waved at us, grinning madly, his hard little rod sticking out vertically. I couldn't believe it, but he rang the bell. This confirmed my secret suspicion that he was just as perverted as me. Maybe in a different way – more like an exhibitionist or something.

“You saw him do it, now scoot!” Jeff growled at us. “Or I'll spank your little monkey butts with my belt for sure!”

Something in his voice made me believe he was serious. As much as the idea of seeing him do it to others thrilled me, I sure didn't want to experience a whipping myself. We retreated to the back yard excitedly, making wild guesses at what might be happening to my raunchy brother. Then Cody mentioned the name of the neighbors again. Kirkland. That sounded awfully familiar, and when Brad told me their first names, it suddenly dawned on me. Emily Kirkland. She was in my class. A pretty damn bossy young lady from what I had observed in the first four days in that stupid Catholic School. Cody said, she was the middle daughter of the three Kirkland girls. There was also Cara, eight years old, and Veronica, sixteen. Brad giggled, whispering that she had a huge crush on Jeff. The teenager overheard him and scowled at him to shut up. That was proof enough for me, but my concern was Emily.

“I bet, those nosy bitches are gonna be out here any minute now!” Cody sneered, which earned him a hard smack onto his butt. “Come on, it's true, ain't it? HE always makes them grab our stuff, our privates, you know, Ricky? And we have to let them if we don't want a spanking.”

“First of all, mister, THEY are not bitches.” Jeff scolded him and smacked his butt again. “I don't want to hear you talk like that. Secondly, you most certainly don't posses any part that's private. Are you ever going to get it?”

“Yeah, yeah, yappadeedapp! Little boys shouldn't be so modest! Crap!” Cody mimicked, earning himself the third smack, making him leap out of Jeff's range. “I'm not little, okay! I'm almost eleven, you fuc -, … I mean, you bully!”

“You mean, Emily Kirkland lives in that house?” I asked panicking. “And she's coming out here now? I'm getting dressed!”

I headed for the backdoor, determined not to let that girl see me naked. Jeff caught up with me when I picked up my pants from the table on the back porch. He put his hands on my shoulders and asked me to listen to him. I told him that I wanted to go home and he said, I could after hearing him out. I shrugged my shoulders and agreed reluctantly.

“Fritz, I've only known you for a couple of hours, but my guess is that you're really into the same things as me.” Jeff began, and had a genuine look in his eyes. In one way his stare gave me the creeps, in another, he made me feel special, since not many grown ups – or even older teenagers ever took time to talk to me like that. “I've seen how you enjoyed watching me spank your brother and Cody. You sure had fun exploring Willy's body too, and I bet you would love to do that to Brad or Cody, right?”

This guy was looking right into my soul. Any other person telling me this, would have scared me shitless. The next thing would be me being dragged to some kiddie prison for young perverts. But the way he said it didn't pose a threat. He wasn't finished, so I didn't answer and waited for what he had to offer.

“If you stay now, and do what I ask you to do, you're going to be able to do all those dirty little things you've always dreamed about. I can make you my little helper. That's just between us, though, since you don't want the other three to know that you're with me.”

“You mean, I get to touch them, and make them do nasty stuff to each other, maybe even spank their butts?” Iasked, suddenly very intrigued by such a naughty offer. “But what about Willy? What if he's not listening to you, or me? Our mother really doesn't approve of corporal punishment, at all. So we can't just whip him.”

Hey, you're his big brother, pal. He'll mind you! Did you know that he told all the guys in the school playground about your spring break trip to the nudist resort in Florida? He was bragging that he was naked for the entire two weeks and saw lots of naked girls there. And he's inside the Kirkland’s house right now, naked! Do you really think, he's going to be a problem?”

“Okay, but our parents won't like us doing that kind of stuff, you know?”

“Let me worry about that. Your parents took you to that nudist place in Florida, didn't they? That tells me, they are kind of cool with stuff like that.” Jeff was on a roll now, slapping his arguments around my face, and it worked. “You haven't met Brad's and Cody's moms yet. They can be very convincing, I know what I'm talking about. And your mom signed that slip allowing you to get spanked in school, didn't she?”

“Well, she didn't like it, but she wanted us in no other school. That's why she had no choice.” I explained. “So, I have to stay naked, even if Emily from my class will see me?”

“Well, that's the downside, buddy. But hey, you're a little nudist, just like your brother, right? So why bother? She's seen Brad and Cody naked hundreds of times, and so have her sisters.” Jeff explained and had me convinced. “Are you game or what, Fritz?”

“I guess, so.” I replied meekly, trying to hide my enthusiasm. My stiffening boyrod betrayed my pretense though. The way this guy talked so freely about spanking and playing nasty games with naked boys was something I definitely wasn't used to. Yes, my family was, and still is all naturist. But you don't get to touch what you see at those resorts and beaches. Neither in America nor in tiny GDR. “But I'll only stay naked if you promise me that I get to do some stuff to Cody.”

“Cody, huh? Now, you're talking, man!” Jeff laughed at my blunt demand. “Deal! Let's shake on it!”

“Deal!” I said and we shook hands. Jeff put my jeans back on that table and slapped my slightly suntanned butt hard, as we headed back to the boys, making me yelp.

* * *

The Kirkland's backdoor screeched and naked Willy reappeared, accompanied by two girls and still grinning. One was taller and older than me, Veronica, I guessed. The other was shorter than Willy. Eight year old Cara. The only one missing was Emily, which was a great relief to me.

“Hi Jeff, look what a cute puppy we found at our doorstep.” The teenage girl greeted the boy two years her senior. “We've always wondered what the new neighbor's in the Johnson's house looked like. Now we have a very clear image, don't we Cara?”

“Oooh yeah! And this puppy doesn't have any fur except the cute curls on his head!” little Cara giggled.

“Ruff, ruff!” Willy barked. He was on all fours and shook his butt, as if he was wiggling his tail, his butt hole lewdly exposed to the world – above all, to those strange girls. The last time I'd seen my brother pretend to be any pet at all, was when he was five. What was with him, I wondered – momentarily being more embarrassed on his behalf than my own nudity. “Ruff, ruff!” Willy said again.

“Yeah, that's our Willy!” Jeff told the girls and gave Willy thumbs up. In my opinion, Willy was taking this boyhood code of honor to fulfill a dare too serious, really! “He'll be a German Shepard when he's grown up, and he's so playful. He's new, but Cody, our American Bulldog here and him became friends straight away, right Cody, my dear little puppy?”

“What the hell are you talking about, shithead?” Cody retorted angrily. “Are you fucking kidding? First you make me play this sick game of strip catch for all fucking neighbors to see me naked! And now you want me to play doggie for your retarded girlfriend? Fuck you, Jeff! You're just a sick pervert!”

With that he stormed off, picking up his clothes before he disappeared in the house. I was absolutely amazed by his elaborate vocabulary. Quite a potty mouth for a ten year old, I thought. Pretty petrified, we were waiting for Jeff's reaction with curios anxiety. But Jeff just did... NOTHING! Damn it, I thought, when Jeff told Brad that his dare was now to play doggie with Willy and do everything the girls wanted. “Ruff, ruff!” Willy barked, apparently enjoying his roll. The teen was completely ignoring Cody's outburst. Suddenly awakened from his stupor, Brad who'd been covering his crotch since the girls had arrived, decided to also refuse. He began arguing with Jeff, claiming it was getting late and too cold and he didn't feel like playing with the girls today. The way he was blushing and unsuccessfully covering his erect penis so that the little pink helmet with its single eye was peeking out, gave him away though. Nevertheless, I copied his gesture and made sure my slightly more developed package was completely hidden.

“You're not really letting Cody get away with that, are you?” Sixteen year old Veronica interrupted their argument. And boy, she looked pissed. “The little shit just called me retarded! What do you plan on doing about that, Jeffrey?”

The fact that Cody had called Jeff much worse things didn't seem to bother her. Jeff defended himself that Cody was going to get the hiding of his life from him and most certainly another one from his mother. Veronica wasn't satisfied. I could tell she wanted to see Cody's butt blistered now. So did I! Don't ask me why, because I still don't understand it, but there was something about Cody that brought out my dark side. It did then and still does. Jeff added that Cody's mom would probably make him go naked for a month once she'd find out about his obnoxious behavior. That's when I saw my opportunity. I told Jeff, I would try and bring Cody back outside. They all looked at me like I was an alien. “How?” Veronica and Jeff asked simultaneously. Not wanting the whole world to know, I took Jeff aside.

“If I can get him to come out, I want to whip him with your belt, too.” I told him in a hushed voice and he grinned wickedly. “But I need you to not tell his mom, okay? That's how I'll convince him. Either a thrashing from his mom with a month of naked time on tops, or an ass whipping from me after you're done with him. Sounds fair to me! And Veronica won't be pissed at you anymore, right Jeff?”

Jeff smacked me for being cheeky and agreed chuckling. Just as I was turning to head for the house, I heard the little one yell, why I was leaving before she had touched my weird peepee with that funny looking hood. Embarrassed by an eight year old girl, I silently cursed her. Feeling my face blush big time, I broke into a sprint, praying Jeff wouldn't call me back. He did. Hanging my head, covering my stuff, I slowly trotted back to them. I saw a hidden smirk on Brad's red mug. He had obviously accepted his inevitable fate and looked happy that I couldn't dodge that bullet either. I could still go home, I thought. But this was just to much of a thrill, despite, or maybe even because of the embarrassment. I just had to do this!

“I'm not playing stupid dogs or something!” I informed Jeff, acting tough. “There are limits, man!”

“Don't worry Fritz.” Jeff said, putting his strong arm around my bare shoulder and leading me closer to the beaming girls, Willy and Brad. “You're dare is to let them fondle your penis and play with your foreskin while these two are doing their doggie stuff.”

“Fondle my penis?” I was shocked. “Out here? What if anybody sees us?”

“Nobody will see us. It's just us here, buddy.” Jeff answered with a chuckle.

“Yeah, right! Just us.” I said sarcastically. “And these two crazy girls that look like they're gonna rip off my dick to put it on a BBQ and sizzle it up like a piece of bacon.”

“That's not bacon, you dummy!” Veronica said grinning, as she reached for my semi hard dick. “It's a wiener! And it's not even a very little wiener anymore. But not a single hair yet. How old are you?”

“In two weeks, I'll be twelve.” I said feeling even more embarrassed, now that she'd pointed out my lack of hair. I knew that other kids in my class already had some. She lifted up my dick with one hand and wrapped the other around my ballbag. This was so weird, but felt so great!

“In two weeks? Cody's birthday is in two weeks, isn't it Jeff?” Veronica asked and Jeff nodded yes. “Maybe you both can have your party together? Two birthday spankings in one day. How cool is that?”

I wasn't sure what she meant by birthday spanking back then. At that point our family had not come across this very American tradition yet. I opted for silence, not liking the idea of having my party with Cody,t that weird kid, I'd only just met.

Veronica was still feeling my balls, rolling them in her hand and squeezing them lightly, while she started playing with my foreskin. It seemed to really fascinate her. She pulled it all the way back behind my engorged dickhead and pinched it. That mix of strange tingling and sharp pain made me squirm, but she kept me in place by putting some pressure on my balls with the other hand. Then she pushed the cover back over my glans and asked me why it didn't cover my mushroom completely anymore. I explained, that was because my dick was hard, blushing even more while I was speaking. This was definitely the weirdest situation, I thought. An almost twelve year old nude boy telling a sixteen year old dressed girl how his genitals worked, while she was fondling them.

“You're kinda tan for this time of the year. And neither you nor Willy got any tan lines! I really like that!” Veronica said scanning my body and totally mystified by my stuff. This was so embarrassing and I contemplated leaving even if it meant forsaking my chance to play a part in Cody's whooping. “I wonder who's bigger down there. You or Cody?”

Smelling my chance to escape, I told her she could easily find out who's bigger if she'd just let me go to get Cody. She must have not liked my sarcastic undertone since she suddenly squeezed my ballbag hard. Thus I dropped on the lawn, clutching my genitals and moaning. The rest of them just laughed at my pain. Even Willy. What a great brother! Veronica told me to lie on my back and explained to little Cara how the foreskin covers the glans completely when a boys penis is soft like mine was after her attack. Boy, she was a fast learner, but gave me no credit for teaching her that lesson. Thank you very much! Both girls knelt next to me and Cara just grabbed my dick with her little hand and began pulling on that nozzle. She wanted to know how far it would stretch. Veronica told her to give it a try, so I yelled no, but Jeff gave me stern look. I thought about the prospect of Cody's ass and Jeff's belt in my hand and decided to let them carry on against my natural urge to run off. Cara kept pulling and pulling, stretching my poor skin so far that I feared she'd rip my whole package off my groin. I tried to be brave, but my suppressed groans and contorted face must have been the signal for Jeff to step in.

“What happens to that extra skin when his thing gets hard?” Cara asked without taking her eyes off my penis. “Does it keep that funny nozzle there?”

“Get your wiener hard, Ricky!” Veronica commanded, making me wonder, since when she had become the boss of me. She was the one that had just caused my limp state so painfully. I told her, I wasn't going to.

I was still in pain and begged Jeff for my dare to finally be over. He wanted me to let them do just one more thing, he said. If that meant, I'd have to masturbate in front of them, then I wasn't doing it, I told him and defiantly crossed my arms on my bare chest. That's when little Cara came up with an idea. Thinking back, I can tell you, I didn't like it. That eight year old had a dirty mind for sure. She told Brad to lie next to me on the lawn. Brad hesitated, but following Jeff's sharp smack to his bare butt, he changed his mind. Crimson faced, he had to mimic a dog on its back, holding his hands like paws and let his knees drop to each side with his feet sort of hovering just above the grass. Doggy style. This way his bald pecker and tight ballsack, as well as the little hole between his firm globes were indecently exposed.

“Willy, sit!” she ordered my brother, who obeyed instantly and barked another silly bark, grinning broadly. “Good boy! Now, sniff! Go sniff the boys and find Ricky!”

And sniff he did! Going straight for Brad's accessible genitals, Willy plunged his face into his buddy's crotch, making loud sniffing noises and emitted high pitched barks every couple of seconds. He eagerly sniffed at Brad's flaccid penis and scrotum, actually touching both with his nose. He even shook his raised butt, pretending to be wagging his tail. I couldn't believe it. What a nasty performance. But Cara had other ideas. As if this wasn't good enough, she ordered her little puppy to sniff Brad's hole like real dogs do. Again, Willy barked happily and complied by driving his little nose between Brad's partly splayed buttocks, sniffing away like there was no tomorrow. Brad's boyish dick was no longer limp. Neither was mine.

“Come on, doggies don't just sniff!” Veronica suddenly blurted out. “Everybody knows they love licking each other!”

“Ruff! Ruff!” said Willy with glee and began licking between Brad's ass cheeks as if he'd been waiting for just that order. Brad's boyrod was throbbing and he soflty squealed with his eyes shut. He was no longer playing doggie. His fingers were dug into the soil and he was curling his toes from the blissful sensations caused by my raunchy little brother's explorations of his poop hole. Every now and then, Brad softly moaned “No!” and “Quit it, Willy!” But it was obvious he didn't really mean it. The girls loved the show and I truly relished my brother's lewdness and Brad's total embarrassment.

“Now go sniff Ricky!” Cara demanded, wanting to see Willy do the same to me.

“But my dick's already stiff!” I objected in a lame attempt to get out of this. Honestly, I really wanted Willy to do that to me, too. But I definitely didn't want those girls for an audience. This was too embarrassing, even for me! Nudist or not. “Jeff, come on, man. I did my dare. Let me get Cody now!”

“Looks like, you're really enjoying yourself, pal!” Jeff replied, unrelenting to my pleading. “If you get up now, we don't have a deal, Fritz. It's up to you!”

Before I had time to consider my options, Willy was moving in, first sniffing, then licking my face, just like a real puppy. He yapped and barked in between and kept wagging his imaginary doggy tail, as he moved down to my crotch. That weird mix of sexual arousal, total embarrassment and a pang of guilt were too much. But my brother's nose sniffing and touching my pulsing boydick caused it to become harder than ever before and prevented me from leaping off like a scared frog. Suddenly, I felt his spongy tongue licking my hard boy meat and I had no way of stopping what happened next. I experienced the wildest orgasm of my young life and shot several squirts of clear fluid into my brother's mug. He yelped and tried to catch some of it in mid air. Grinning at me wickedly after I was done, he even licked my exposed glans clean.

“Wow, look at that, little man!” Jeff said, acknowledging my maturity. “Not long now and you'll grow some hair down there!”

* * *

After recovering from that overwhelming orgasm, I sat up and looked at the girls only to discover that all of a sudden there were three of them staring down at my post orgasmic naked body. Emily had appeared out of nowhere and looked awestruck. How long had she been here, I wondered. Had she seen everything?

“You're Ricky, right?” she said disbelievingly, and I felt like I'd just been hit in my gut. “The new boy from my class. What are you doing, lying naked in my yard? And what is that stuff on your belly?”

“He's playing with us, Emily! And he just had an orgasm because his brother sucked his penis. Don't you know anything? You saw it all happen! ” Cara explained to her in a condescending tone. “And that's his brother Willy. He's my new puppy, you know.”

I felt my face blush and virtually jumped to my feet. Telling Jeff, I had to use the bathroom and that I would bring Cody out, I quickly escaped from that backyard without even saying hi to Emily. Also, I had no intention of going back out there. I collected my clothes and locked myself in the first bathroom I could find.

Before I was finished, I heard commotion in the house. I thought of escaping through the downstairs bathroom window, but I didn't want to leave my new sneakers behind. Hoping that it was only Jeff and the boys, I dared to leave the bathroom and went to the living room. Of course, the girls were there as well, along with Jeff and my naked brother and his equally naked buddy Brad. Sounding pretty disappointed, Veronica and Cara asked me in unison, why I had dressed. Emily just stood there, staring at me. I was sure she had x-ray vision and could see through my clothes. I had to get away! I didn't even dare to think about school tomorrow. That girl was bound to tell all my new classmates what happened here. Hogsnout would have yet another great reason to bully me. I felt dreadful.

Heading for the door, I picked up my sneakers and socks. Escaping without a goodbye was the plan, but I was held up by Jeff who wanted to know where I was going. So did the others.

“What about our little deal, Fritz?” Jeff asked me quietly, and his piercing eyes seemed to look right into my soul again. “Cody's up there, sulking in Brad's room. It was your job to get him down here. I need you to be my little helper, you know? Lately, he seems to prefer a good hiding over having to strip. I mean, how stupid is that, right? You're a little naturist. You should be able to convince him. Who else if not you, right? Come on, buddy! You really wanna blister his ass, don't you?”

I stood there as he bombarded me with his arguments. I looked down at my bare feet, knowing all the answers to his questions were yes. Especially the last one. I shrugged my shoulders, thinking, if it wasn't for Emily, I'd happily stay. Obviously reading my thoughts, Jeff called Emily over.

“Fritz wants to leave...” Jeff told her. “...and I think, it's because of you.”

“Really? Why?”

“I believe, he thinks you might spill the beans about his little escapade on the lawn to that school bully Chuck Anderson.”

“What? I don't even talk to that pig!” Emily shouted outraged. “Did you know that he threatened to rape another girl once? He's an asshole. And I don't talk to assholes, okay? I heard about you being bullied by him. I think, it's about time we team up and let him have some of his own medicine. One thing's for sure though! I wouldn't even dream of telling that bully anything, Ricky. I mean it!”

“Now that we've established that Emily can keep a secret, I think we can let her in on ours.” Jeff said placing his hand on my shoulder and I could feel the warmth of it through the fabric of my yellow Polo-shirt. “We made a little deal and Fritz was about to become my little helper by bringing Cody downstairs for his well deserved hide tanning. In return, he gets to swing that belt too.”

Emily looked at me with a wicked smirk and told me to go get Cody down here fast. Before I left, she asked Jeff, why he kept calling me Fritz instead of Ricky. I beat Jeff to explaining my classmate the reason. Somehow I really began to like her. She even said, she'd rather call me Fritz, than Ricky, since it sounded so much cooler. That made me smile and I guess, I blushed a little. Then she stunned me by asking me about my vacation at the nudist club in Florida. Seeing my flabbergasted expression, she explained overhearing Willy brag about our spring break trip during recess in the playground. After only a few questions she had me admitting, that I loved being naked, just as much as Willy.

“Okay, so you like being naked and I like seeing naked boys. Especially when their nice and tan all over.” she stated bluntly. “Why don't you undress again and we both get what we like, Fritz!”

“But you're not naked, …and I think, that...that... that's not very fair.” I stammered bashfully. “I don't like being naked around dressed people. Especially girls.”

“Well, I get it.” she said with a big smile. “But doesn't this make it even more exciting?”

Without waiting for my response, she came real close to me and began unbuttoning my jeans. My red ears became even hotter and I could feel my dick swell. I wanted to run. I wanted to stop her. But I simply couldn't. My arms hung limp at my sides and my throat was suddenly extremely dry. Caught in some sort of daze, I let her unzip my fly, before she tugged them down. My hard penis sprang free as my jeans were lowered against my will. It bounced up against my smooth pubis with the tip peeking out from under my foreskin. Before I knew it, I had stepped out of my pants and Emily began pulling my Polo-shirt over my head. I felt powerless and ashamed. And yet, there was this weird tingling inside. Once again I had joined Willy and Brad in their state of undress. Three naked boys in the same room with three dressed girls.

“Wow! I just love how tan you are!” Emily exclaimed and called Cara and Veronica over to check me out. She giggled and told them, “I just stripped him. Don't you think he's even cuter when he's blushing like this? And he's so tan! See Cara? He's got no tan lines. Not even on his ass or his thingy! I really think you ought to keep it that way, Ricky! Uh, sorry, I mean, Fritz. You love being naked, don't you?”

I stammered something unintelligible and the girls giggled, especially when Cara slapped my hard on with the semi exposed glans, causing it to sway from side to side. I still don't know why I let them continue instead of just beating it and never coming back. These sisters had equally filthy minds and I already knew they would humiliate me more if I stayed. Veronica interrupted Cara's game of “bounce that penis”, telling me to go fetch Cody, as she finally wanted to compare the size of our dicks. She gave me five minutes to bring him down, or she and Jeff would come and get him. She didn't have to mention the consequences for him and I feared she might also blister my butt. That would really be hard to explain to my parents.

Not wasting another minute, I ran upstairs and found Cody in Brad's room. He was surprised by my appearance, and relieved it wasn't Jeff or Veronica. I decided to be up front with him and told him about the deal I had struck with Jeff. Of course, I fibbed a little as to why I was to spank him, telling him it was Jeff's idea since someone had to thrash him in his mother's place. The ten year old chuckled at the thought of me whipping his ass for his mother.

“You're fucking lying to me!” he said laughing at me. “Jeff told you, if I come down and do that crummy dare with your weird brother, you're gonna whip me instead of my mom? And he's not gonna tell her about all the shit I've been getting into today?”

“Yeah, well, Jeff and me are going to... uh, … you know, spank you.” I said, suddenly feeling stung in my pride by this cocky little bastard. If I ever had the slightest pang of guilt about my freakish urge to whip that kid's spankable butt, Cody had just done his best to liberate me from that. For good measure, I added, “I'm gonna really torch your ass, Cody! And Emily is also here!”

The little imp laughed again and said he'd take a hundred of my beatings over one of his mom's. Then I told him to undress. He sure hadn't seen that one coming and his surprised face was worth a million bucks! That was the first time I had ever told anyone to undress. And it felt so good. So very good that my dick sprang back to live and took only moments to become fully erect. I didn't blush, for a change, not the slightest feeling of modesty on my part. I looked Cody straight in the eye and felt super cool. For the very first time in my life, I was being a real jock. I was loving it! Try as he might, he couldn't just shrug it off. He blushed as he took off his meshed basketball top and got beet red when he lowered his shorts, revealing his circumcised penis that quickly was as hard as mine with that protruding mushroom for a tip. As we went downstairs, he reasoned that this was nothing, since the girls had seen him naked hundreds of times. Still, I sensed his modesty and it was me who had made him strip. I felt awesome!

* * *

“What do you think, Emily?” Veronica asked while she was inspecting four boy cocks. We were lined up in front of the fireplace, our hard ons on display for the girls. “I'd say, Cody's got the longest dick, but Ricky's is not a lot shorter and a little thicker. Brad's and Willy's dickies are pretty much the same length, only Willy's bag seems to hang lower. Brad's is tighter.”

“I think, Cody's got the reddest face of all!” Cara chimed in, giggling at the shamed ten year old. “Brad and Ricky are the same. And Willy's not red at all. My little puppy really loves being naked!”

“Maybe we should let Willy decide when all the boys have to be naked from now on.” Emily grinned.

“No way! If we listen to that fucking weirdo, we're gonna be running naked all the time!” Cody yelled, earning himself a hard smack on his erection by Veronica. He cursed, “Ow! You fu... I mean, fudge with whipped cream, dammit!” just barely dodging the next bullet, he stomped his bare feet on the hardwood floor to shake off the pain.

Cara demanded to finally get her puppy show going again. I was grateful since that meant, I'd be at the sidelines with Brad and Jeff while Cody was to endure his turn. The ten year old wore a sullen look on his face, but reluctantly got onto all fours after Veronica showed him Jeff's leather belt. Willy happily resumed playing his roll, although he had already fulfilled his dare. Having the time of his life he followed each of the girls orders, doing all sorts of harmless dog tricks. Cody followed his example with much more hesitation up to the point of blunt defiance, needing constant reminders from the girls and Jeff. They boys were on all fours – on their hands and feet, not their knees. This way both their shapely butts were raised high in the air and permanently shaking. Their puckered boyholes always on display.

“Cody, you're not doing it right!” Cara complained. The eight year old gave him a pretty solid slap on his butt. Cody growled angrily, but he knew better than to get back at her. “Go on! Do some real sniffing now! Willy show him how!”

Barking two eager barks, Willy sprang into action, starting to sniff, then lick Cody's face. Cody crinkled his nose, saying, “EW!” and telling him to cut it out. Little Cara smacked his butt again, reminding Cody that dogs couldn't talk. Unfazed by Cody's disgusted gaze, Willy went behind Cody to sniff his asshole, before eliciting another cheerful bark and beginning to stick his pink tongue out. Wagging his imaginary tail, he licked away at Cody's puckered orifice as if he was searching for chocolate ice cream. Cara prompted Willy to do Cody's boy parts. My brother got down to his elbows and placed his face between Cody's spread legs. Again Cody complained, cussing Willy while he was working his tongue on his balls and coating that rock hard penis with saliva. Cody moaned under my brothers ministrations. Suddenly the ten year old's eyes got glassy and for a moment he forgot about his defiant attitude as he was experiencing the bliss of a dry boy orgasm. Willy grinned impishly and seemed proud to have brought another boy to climax in front of his small audience. He shook his splayed asscheeks again, obscenely displaying his pink rear orifice. The girls praised the fake little dog for doing a great job by patting his tan muscular butt.

“I know...” Emily exclaimed and disappeared without another word.

Cody was lying on the floor, stupefied by his post orgasmic trance. Willy and I exchanged glances and I knew, I'd have a visitor tonight. Our innocent tickling and backstroking bedtime routine would reach a new quality. He would claim a repay for making me cum. My dick was pounding after their raunchy performance, so was Brad's. Jeff had a tremendous bulge in his shorts and Veronica was sitting on his right leg, one arm around his bare shoulder. Her face looked flushed as she ogled Cody's hard on, that never went down after his climax.

“Look, I found tails for our doggies!” Emily reappeared grinning gleefully, holding two carrots with greens. “We can stick these up their butts. This way they can really wag their tails!”

“You're not sticking that in my butt! No fucking way!” Cody, suddenly revitalized, leaped to his feet, trying to dash from the living room. Emily was quick enough to block his escape route while Veronica and Jeff jumped up and grabbed the ten year old. Cody began struggling. He kicked and screamed bloody murder, squirming and wiggling his naked frame to break free. A sheen of sweat glistened on his lean body and I watched him in awe as he fought the two teenagers. He was outmatched by Jeff, who eventually draped him over the back of the couch, pushing his face into the backrest and twisting the kid's arms until Cody screamed in pain. Finally Cody gave up fighting, accepting the fact that he had tempted Jeff one too many times. Veronica didn't hesitate. She told Cody he was about to get a well deserved ass whipping and forcefully brought Jeff's belt down, which instantly left a mean looking stripe across his pale buttocks. Cody wailed, but Jeff held him in place while Veronica kept blistering his ass with a vengeance.

“That's for calling me a retard, you little wimp!” she yelled and lashed his butt hard. The slapping noise of that belt connecting with his tender skin sent shivers through my body. I watched in awe and absentmindedly stroked my throbbing erection until I noticed Emily's stare. She grinned when our eyes met, causing me to blush. I quickly stopped and covered my crotch with both hands. Shaking her head no, she came over without saying a word and sat down next to me. I don't know why, but I moved my hands, letting her touch my penis. She began stroking it, moving my foreskin up and down, covering and uncovering my bulbous glans. She seemed fascinated with my foreskin and kept taking breaks to stretch it beyond the tip. It was pure bliss, and yet so very humiliating.

At the same time Veronica continued her onslaught, blistering Cody's butt. It looked pretty red already, stripes covering both of his globes. He was sobbing now and had stopped bawling and cussing. All of this seemed so surreal and yet such a great turn on. I had no time to warn Emily when I came for the second time this afternoon, spewing a couple of clear drops from my piss slit into her hand. She licked the gooey stuff off with a cheeky grin and kissed me on my mouth. I had no time to shut it and could taste my own salty stuff. This was so confusing.

“You're mine now!” Emily softly whispered into my ear, then smiled her wicked smile. “You'll do whatever I want, whenever I want, Fritz!”

I was speechless and stared at her, as she gave me another short kiss on my lips. Somehow I knew that kiss sealed our secret pact.

* * *

“You're going to apologize to the girls now!” Jeff said to a sobbing Cody, tears and snot dripping from his red face. “And Fritz is going to give you ten good hard lashes with my belt. Then you'll play puppy for Cara and Emily and you are going to do anything they tell you, Cody. I mean it! Unless you really want your mom to find out what a little shit you have been all day. I'd be more than happy to tell her and watch her punish you again.”

“No! Please! Don't tell her!” Cody whimpered in tears. “I'll be good now, really!”

Jeff made the red faced boy stand in front of the three Kirkland girls by the fire place and apologize to each of them. For once his dick was not hard, but hung lazily over his nut sack. Apparently Cody didn't get a kick out of being spanked. Jeff prompted the athletic ten year old with his dark mop and deep brown eyes to ask me for his spanking. This was so chagrin on Cody's part. I loved it. Unlike Cody's limp member, mine had already recovered and was standing at attention from the exhilarating prospect of thrashing the kid's round butt. Veronica handed me the belt and made me practice my aim by hitting the armrest of the couch. Then Jeff told Brad to stand on that round rug and wait for my orders. I was kind of lost, so Emily whispered to me what to say.

“Bend over, Cody! And spread your legs wide!” I repeated Emily's words. This was such a thrill. “Put your hands flat on the rug, and count each stroke!”

My heart was pounding so fast from excitement. He really was following my orders. Amazing! I got behind him and wrapped the belt around my hand. Then I took my first swing. To my great disappointment the sound wasn't nearly as noisy as it was when Veronica had whipped him. Cody's reaction was likewise. Not even a twitch in his buttock muscle. Cara giggled and Willy made a ridiculing comment on my poor spanking skills.

“One?” Cody counted with an audible question mark, looking at me disbelievingly from between his spread thighs. Apparently he thought I was still practicing.

“Oh come on, Fritz!” Emily stirred me on. “Get them training wheels off and give it to him. Make him really hurt like Veronica did!”

Determined to wipe that smirk off his face, I took aim and delivered the next stroke.

SLAP!

This one was a lot better. Cody yelped before he counted and jumped a little when the leather hit his striped butt. He clenched his buttocks causing his puckered hole to disappear for a brief moment.

“No clenching!” I ordered, starting to get the hang of this. “Spread your legs more. I want the girls to see your asshole!”

SLAP!

The third one was even better. It made Cody squeal and he almost tipped over. His counting got more deliberated. I enjoyed this to the fullest and gained confidence with every hard lash I delivered, turning Cody's already red butt even more crimson. By the seventh stroke I had Cody bawling and begging for mercy. I remained relentless and continued bruising his globes until the only white spot was the valley with that brownish hole between those searing mounds. It was over to soon, but I relished the result. Cody was a crying heap of misery on the rug, vigorously rubbing his torched ass. I grinned at the audience victoriously and noticed Willy watching me with suspicion. Nevertheless, his penis was as hard as my throbbing erection. Jeff gave me a high five and slapped my bare butt, congratulating me on a job well done. For a moment I couldn't care less about those dressed girls. My modesty had been replaced by pride.

“Time to get the dog show going again!” Veronica announced only a couple of minutes later. “Cody, come pick up your tail!”

“Oh man! Do I really have to?” he asked desperately. For the moment his defiance was gone though, as he seemed to have accepted his fate. Judging by the color of his face (Fifty shades of red!) and the state of his dick (Hard as oak wood!), his modesty had not subsided, though. On the contrary.

Procrastinating with every step toward the sixteen year old girl, Cody finally had to submit. She made him bend over and spread his legs even wider than before. The small audience inched in closer as Veronica lubricated her fingers with olive oil, before inserting one, then two fingers into his anus. With slow circular movements she let her fingers slide deeper into Cody's poop shoot until they couldn't go further. Cody moaned and kept clenching his buttocks until Veronica smacked one of his sore cheeks, telling him to relax. She repeatedly pulled her fingers almost all the way out, before pushing back in.

“You can take another one. Right, Cody?” Veronica asked rhetorically. “You've had bigger things in there!”

“Shut the fuck up!” he retorted. Yes, his defiance was back!

“I take that for a yes!” Veronica snapped at him and gave him another hard slap on his blistered cheek. “And you've just volunteered yourself for the fattest carrot. Keep it up, Cody. You're the one suffering the consequences.”

The ten year old muttered some unintelligible curse under his breath while we watched Veronica stick her third finger into his hole. I had never seen a butthole stretched like that. I mean, so far I had only seen Willy or some buddies of mine stick their boy fingers up their butts, before pulling them out and chasing disgusted girls around with their stinky pointers. Boisterous antics, nothing more. This was a hole new experience though, and Willy observed the proceedings with just as much fascination as me. Cody tried to be brave and suppressed most noises while the girl kept fingerfucking his rear. Finally she was done, and Cody elicited a whimper of disappointment when the teen removed her goo covered fingers from his orifice. His reaction caused Willy and me to exchange quizzical glances.

After washing her hands, Veronica picked the bigger one of the two carrots and lubricated it with olive oil. Cody cursed her again, telling her not to do it. Despite his attitude, he stayed in position. This time Veronica wasted no time and quickly inserted the six inch carrot into the ten year olds gaping hole, until only half an inch of the orange vegetable remained visible. The greens of that carrot sure did the trick, and once Cody was on his hands and feet, the stuff swirled around like a real dog tail. It was hilarious to watch.

Now it was Willy's turn, who bent over eagerly and used his fingers to spread his butt cheeks for Emily. She gently pushed her lubed finger into my brother's tight rectum. He yelped when she went past his sphincter, but quickly elicited soft moans of pleasure, as Emily's finger descended further into his anus. She kept turning and pushing in and out, before inserting finger number two. There was not a peep from Willy, only content groaning, which made me really wonder what it would feel like. Emily began to slowly push in and out. She explained that she was massaging his little prostate and told Willy to stop masturbating. Little Cara was watching intently as Emily explained her action. Willy's breathing became heavier and I could see sweat appearing on his tan skin. Then he shuddered and shook, barely able to catch himself from falling down as his knees gave in. Emily grinned at me proudly as she said, she'd just made my little brother cum without touching his penis.

* * *

Eight year old Cara was pretty creative when it came to making her little doggies do all sorts of tricks. It was great to watch these two naked boys with their green tails dangling from that orange veggie stick in their holes. Brad and me sort of volunteered to play along, but at least we didn't have to be dogs. Not that Brad really had a choice, and mine was to go home early, leaving all the fun and that thrill of humiliation behind. At one point Cara ordered us to take Cody and Willy for a walk in the neighborhood and nearly caused a mutiny. Jeff ruled that the backyard would do for starters. Outside Willy somehow managed to lose his carrot tail. The sight of the slimy poop covered veggie caused all of us kids to crinkle our noses in disgust. Only Veronica seemed unfazed. She picked the thing up by the greens and held the smelly thing in front of Cody's disgusted face.

“You've got two choices now.” the teen informed him in a mean tone. “You can eat this thing whole! Or you lick Willy's butthole. You're the only doggy here that hasn't done any licking so far. It's about time we get to see your tongue in action!”

“I'll lick Willy's butt! You mean witch!” Cody chose wisely without thinking twice. “But let him wipe it first.”

“No wiping, Cody! Your tongue will take care of that!” Veronica answered, sounding like she meant it, still holding that mucky carrot. “Unless you wanna snack on this!”

I couldn't believe that she was serious, but nobody was laughing. I looked from one stunned face to the next. They all seemed to be wondering whether Veronica was going through with this or not. Willy was still on his hands and feet with his butt in the air. We all could see some brown slime around his hole. It looked pretty nasty.

“Willst du den wirklich deine Scheiße ablecken lassen?”
(Do you really want to let him lick your shit off your hole?) I broke our mom's golden rule and spoke German in front of non German speakers. But she wasn't here, and I had to know what Willy was thinking.

“Klaro! Der Idiot hat den ganzen Nachmittag Scheiße gebaut, also kann er auch Scheiße fressen. Außerdem brauch ich mir dann nicht den Arsch abwischen!”
(Sure! That idiot has been acting like shit all afternoon. So he can eat shit too! Besides, that saves me from wiping my ass!) Willy said with a dirty little grin on his mug. Honestly, I didn't know what to say. All I knew was that Willy was just as weird as me!

Emily and Jeff wanted to know what that was all about, so I told them that I had only reminded Willy that we had to be home at seven, which was in less than twenty minutes. Veronica kept holding that carrot until Cody cursed her – thus earning two stinging smacks on his butt – and crawled on his hands and feet toward Willy's gaping dirty hole. He hesitated, being only inches away, but Veronica grabbed his hair and neck with both hands an forced his face between Willy's spread buttcheeks.

“Lick it clean, little stupid doggie, lick it all off!” Veronica yelled, holding on to Cody's head, keeping his face in position.

Cody squirmed and cussed, but began licking. We all moved in, watching his tongue lick my brother's anus clean. It was gross and it sort of reminded me of those bullies peeing on me and forcing me to drink from the school toilet bowls. I resented Veronica's extensive use of force and told Willy in German that it was enough. He seemed to realize that he might have gone too far and pulled away from Cody's face. The ten year old had tears in his eyes and slimy shit on his nose and around his mouth. He managed to break free and ran into the house.

* * *

During recess Emily and I sat in a secluded part of the school playground. She wanted to know if Willy and I were going to come over and play again. I told her we might, but said I didn't like Veronica for what she had done to Cody.

“Yeah, my big sister gets carried away sometimes, but normally she's real nice, you know? And she's got a real big crush on Jeff! But don't tell anyone, okay?” Emily looked at me with her big blue eyes and smiled. “I think, Cody kinda brings out the mean streak in a lot of people, because of the way he acts. I mean, you whipped his ass real good, didn't you? And you sure looked like you enjoyed it, Fritz!”

I had to admit that she had a point and we both laughed. That's when Willy, Brad and Cody showed up and all of us started plotting a retaliation plan for that Chuck Hogsnout Anderson bully. I learned that a lot of other kids were bullied by him. We agreed that, if we could get all of them to stick together, we would be able to get a great revenge, humiliating that pig big time.

* * *

That's how I met Jeff, Brad, Cody and the Kirkland girls. Maybe some other time I will tell you what an awesome and cruel prank we invented for Hogsnout, and whether Cody and I really celebrated our birthdays together. That afternoon was only the beginning of friendships that changed more than just my own life. When my mother met Mrs. Kirkland and Brad's and Cody's moms, something happened to her attitude as well. Anyway, Jeff said this chapter is way too long already! I believe Cody is next to tell you about his memories with Jeff and the Kirklands. Maybe he'll even mention Willy and me. Stay tuned!

Auf Wiedersehen!

(The End)