In the Heat of the Night

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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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I met Ann as a guest of one of her friends while attending a party at her home. Her son unexpectedly wandered downstairs from his bedroom to sneak some bacon wrapped cocktail wieners off the trays in her kitchen. When caught she felt compelled to introduce him. My relationship with her took off from there.

In the Heat of the Night

By, Running Bare

I was immediately drawn to the beauty of the boy. He’d been on this planet for eleven years and I would imagine for most of them drew attention from many men and women. His mother was obviously as proud of his body as those of us who’d just been introduced to him. I must admit, few boys his age would be caught dead in what would be considered more of a girl’s “Daisy Duke” shorts. I don’t know where his mother had come by them, but they reminded me of the short-shorts that were so common back in the seventies. The athletic shorts that tapered up each hip from a two-inch inseam. Thank God someone kept some of those fashions available.

His long and shapely, well-tanned legs were the first thing that caught the eye. I wanted to just reach out and rub my hands up and down the contours feeling the smoothness on the outside and the underlying firmness of the muscles beneath. As I tracked them visually up to the tease of his butt cheeks peeking out below the hemline, I was drawn to question whether or not the kid was going commando. I didn’t see the telltale elastic bands of tighty-whities, but that didn’t mean they weren’t there. I was hoping not. I was hoping the kid would sit or squat in such a position as to give me the same kind of tease with his penis and testicles. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen and I was left guessing as to the presence of any undergarments.

I’d met his mother at a singles’ bar. Though she attracted my sexual attention, that night I definitely had a desire to see that boy in his totality. I can’t explain it. Perhaps I’m bi? No, frankly as attracted to the boy’s handsomeness as I was, I held no desire to sodomize or sexually violate him in any way save, perhaps, some fondling to induce some eroticism on his part. I wanted to get him hard as a board and expose him publicly to anyone and everyone even more so if his reaction was embarrassment and humiliation. I know others would have reveled in his boy beauty. Imagining forcing nudity on the boy was the driver for my horniness. But how much more heated I could get if I could just get a glimpse of his hidden body parts.

He was quick to relate to my friendly banter with him. As I sat on his mother’s living room couch we conversed. Unfortunately, the boy sat with his legs together in an easy chair closing out any opportunity to at least catch a glimpse of what, if anything, lay beneath. Still those legs attracted my attention even as I talked. It was hard to maintain eye contact during our conversation.

My interest in his body must have motivated his mother as well. After my commenting on what a good looking kid he was, she suggested that Jack remove his shirt. Thankfully the boy objected and was timid about having to expose more that he already was exposing. I say thankfully because his hesitation to show more of his form just amplified the horniness I was feeling. The challenge to get him as naked as possible added to my interest and was responsible for the increase in my heart rate and breathing.

The boy’s mother dropped her pursuit of disrobing him after his objection. She did complain, with him still present, that he was too modest for a young boy informing me this had crept into his life two years prior and seemed to be getting worse. She mentioned her brothers were never that shy, but that might have been the time period when they grew up. Boys were not permitted to be shy. She also mentioned, his father, a high-school flame who’d gotten her pregnant during senior year, didn’t seem to be too modest. At any rate neither her uncles nor her flame (whom she’d not seen or heard from in over six years) would be of any help. Her mother, on the other hand, felt Jack’s modesty was definitely a sign of problems to come if she couldn’t find the key to unlock it.

All this information on my first visit to her home. Wow! I could see the door opening to my helping solve the problem and I was all too willing to do it.

As I was admiring the deeply tanned face of this Greek god, I was struck by how his ice blue eyes offset the frame of short cropped black hair and firmly structured jaw line, he shifted his position drawing one of his legs upward and tucked it comfortably under his backside. I struggled to catch a glimpse up the leg opening of those skimpy shorts as he did so. I was desperate for peek at either a glans, ball sack or even the white of his briefs. Really, though, we all know which of those things I would find most preferential, don’t we? Unfortunately, what I finally got turned out to be the latter. Disappointing, but not a total loss.

Ann asked if he had any homework due the following Monday suggesting then would be a good time to do it and leave the adults alone. This adult was enamored by the kid’s presence, but he got the gist of his mother’s message. After he left, she rocked my world by expressing a concern over her son’s increased sensitivity to being naked. She correctly felt that boys shouldn’t be so modest. In the hope that I would be asked to help her change her son’s behavior, I agreed that boys his age should be made to be naked and forced into exposing themselves to others, especially if they were that body shy.

In the way of support, I offered, “After all there will be plenty of time after puberty to build in some modesty. But, at his age he should be comfortable being nude in front of anybody, and, not being so, is understandably concerning.”

She asked for recommendations as to how to overcome the problem. With that, all I could think was “I’m in!” What came out of my mouth was, “Well, just force him strip naked whenever you think it is appropriate. You’re his mother. Don’t ask. Make him do it.”

She responded with a doubtful look. “I’m not up to that battle.”

Ann revealed later that she and one of her girlfriends were planning a weekend away to a tourist town in the mountains. She asked me if I would sit for Jack during her absence. Not one to avoid protecting myself from accusations, I suggested that I might use the time to “loosen up the boy’s modesty” as well. She was very thankful and open to it. I told her it might get a bit “messy” if I had to be forceful. It was then she mistook what I was saying for meaning discipline issues. She told me I could use whatever corrective measures I felt were appropriate including a belt. Not to allow the misunderstanding stand solely on discipline, I mentioned that I planned to work on his body shyness and the forced nudity thing might get a bit messy, but I’d try to approach it slowly. I did tell her I was appreciative of her trust in discipline matters as well, though.

With some interest, she inquired as to my plans for the modesty issue. I told her there would be a portion of time the boy would be force to be naked. Without being too detailed I mentioned my plans would probably also included some massage sessions while he was nude. I explained if she wanted to see some change in the boy’s attitude these things would almost be a requirement. Then for the sake of denial of my own drives, I ended the descriptions with, “Unless you’d rather I not help you with changing his attitude about his body.” Thankfully, she immediately responded that she could use all the help she could get.

I showed up that Thursday night to assume the caretaker responsibilities for Jack. He was clothed in longer shorts than he was wearing that first night. You can imagine my disappointment. I even suggested to Ann that the shorter shorts were probably a better everyday idea. As much of his beautiful skin surface as possible should be on display if she ever wanted him to become more comfortable being exposed. She did mention that he was a bit out of sorts that other day that he had to wear the skimpier pair, but “so what?”

Like most eleven-year-olds, Jack was a bit upset when I suggested it was time for him to turn in that first night. Maybe it was the way I did it, rather than the fact he had to hit the hay earlier than he wanted to. Anyway, it was past mid-night and the zombie movie we’d rented was over. I just asked him to get his clothes off in the living room so I could take them to the laundry. He didn’t like the idea. Even though I told him he could keep his underwear on I just needed the outer garments. “I mean, you do sleep in your underwear like most every other boy, don’t you?” Hesitantly he stripped to his briefs. Lucky me, I at least could get a general idea of what those briefs were hiding by the intriguing bulge that was revealed when he pushed his shorts down and off.

Being skillful at acting disinterested that he was naked save for those underpants made it a bit easier for him, I believe. Even so the kid seemed mildly embarrassed. I playfully patted his cotton clad backside and sent him off to bed.

As I sat in front of the television watching the telemarketers telling me if I sent $19.95 today they’d double my offer for just a modest handling charge, my mind wandered to how I was going to see that boy’s penis and ball sack. I was driven to make that happen right off the bat. After all, time was limited and I wanted to capitalize on every hour of it. One objective kept popping into my head. How was I going to get some good cellphone footage of him sleeping nude? Images I had every intention of texting to his mother immediately and later posting on the internet to share this beautiful creature’s body with the entire world. As my creative planning mulled through my head, I felt myself getting horny and hard at the same time. The kid had been down for thirty minutes. Could he possibly be off in la-la-land far enough to stay that way should I attempt removing his underwear?

I went up to his bedroom door. A simple enough obstacle to get past by simply opening it. If he wasn’t asleep, I could innocently act as though I was checking to make sure he was alright and return it to the closed position. I turned the knob, opened it four or five inches, and peeked in. I could hear the slight snore of the slumbering boy. He definitely was asleep, hopefully soundly. Leaving the door ajar, I returned to the living room to retrieve my cellphone.

When I returned, I slowly pushed the door halfway opened and entered his room. The kid was lying on his back with the cover sheet draped between his legs and fanned to cover his chest. One of those attractive appendages was straight and the other cocked slightly. I stood admiring the sight for five minutes or so, half for the view and half to better ensure the kid was completely out of it.

Approaching the bed, I pinched the sheet at his neck level and began to slowly peel it downward. He momentarily interrupted his snoring pattern which caused me to release it and wait some more until the rhythm returned. When it did, I continued removing the cover. The damned sheet kind of snagged as I got it to his knees. I pulled a bit more briskly risking the possibility it might wake him up. All he did was adjust the bent leg a bit. It was almost as if he was consciously assisting me in removing it. Frankly, I was a bit put off by his leg movement and decided to err with caution. I stopped and waited a few more minutes until I was sure he was really slumbering.

Having succeed in uncovering him so far, I was anxious to get to the last barrier to full exposure—his white cotton briefs. Cautiously, I pinched the elastic band just below his navel and lifted it away from his skin. Still no movement on his part. The temptation was to impatiently shove my right hand down the opening I’d created and feel the boy’s penis and scrotum, but I resisted. I gently tugged the elastic in an attempt to pull the underwear down, but no such luck. I wasn’t able to bare much more than an inch or two of the pubis. I returned the underwear to its original position and decided to re-plan my methods and regroup my attack. As I watched Jack’s undisturbed slumber, I placed my right hand over his still covered package. I could feel the three-quarter inch thick tube roll under the light pressure of my touch. Unfortunately, the double thickness of the “Y” made discerning whether he was cut or still covered impossible. A little more movement brought the distinct feel of his two marbles to bear. These teaser feels cemented my desire to get the underwear off even more. I slowly and carefully pinched the elastic on each side of at the crest of his hip bones and again tried to drag the briefs downward. This time they slid two or three inches down his hips and stopped right above the base of his flaccid penis. They were pinned between the bedsheet and his still partially clad backside.

As I plotted as to how to free the briefs from being caught beneath him he broke his breathing rhythm and slid both legs back and forth. My fear that his movement would nullify my progress and the elastic would return to his waistline was thankfully not brought to bear. They stayed down and somehow the back had slid down clearing two thirds of his backside. The back of his briefs now matched the progress I’d made in front. Just seeing that increased my heart rate. I was even more eager to get those underpants off the kid.

As badly as I wanted to push forward and try to slide them completely over and off his penis and bottom, I stopped to lessen the chance that I’d awaken him and allowed him to drift back off to deep sleep. Luckily the raspy sound of his breathing again took on a consistent pattern.

I pinched with the waistband on each side of his hips. Again, I tried with minimal force to pull them down to expose his penis, scrotum and entire backside. As I pulled something remarkable happened. He actually lifted his ass off the bed almost as if it was a conscious assist. I was so surprised as his penis was now fully exposed and the elastic had cleared his ass, I stopped and wondered if he was still asleep or had awakened and decided to allow me to strip him. My reasoning was, if he was aware of his nakedness his penis would have been hard as a rock and it wasn’t. No, the kid was still asleep. He had to be.

Before posing his penis and grabbing a few photos, I decided to try to completely remove his Hanes drawers. That was a bit of a problem as his right leg was still bent at the knee. Dare I try to straighten it out? As I pondered, I visually examined the flaccid penis that draped the loose ball sack. I wasn’t disappointed. The three and a half-inch tube was very respectable. He was cut and the circumcision seemed to be clean leaving not the slightest ring of left over foreskin behind the glans. No, this kid’s bulbous head was well pronounced and his shaft connection to it was smooth. I really wanted to feel it, but resisted. I had further work to do before chancing waking him up.

I attempted to slowly and gently lift and straighten the crooked leg so I could complete the removal of his underwear. Doing so turned out to be non-problematic. I was able to remove his briefs and deposit them under the cover sheet at the foot of the bed. My thinking was that when he awoke and found himself nude, he’d find the underwear and assume he’d kicked them off himself during the night.

The sleeping boy looked so angelic and being totally naked so inviting I had to start recording the image. The flash from the cellphone as I went about the task certainly ran the risk of waking him. Somehow, it didn’t and after three such photos I became a bit more emboldened. Time to move that beautiful penis to the side a bit and get some more shots and a close up. I was completely surprised the phallus was so limp for my touch. I wanted so badly to massage it until it was at full extension, but that would definitely have awakened the kid. More photos and then I moved his legs to make his pose just a bit more provocative. Enough damage for day one. My better angels took over and I left him lying naked, uncovered, and returned to the living room to run through the fifteen or so images I’d recorded in high def on my cellphone.

During the review of those images, I reveled under my breath at how absolutely beautiful the kid was. I also found myself vowing to do everything I could to share his beauty with the entire world. I also plotted various ways to share my work with his mother as a means to invite her to join in that goal.

The following morning, Jack came to breakfast fully dressed. He made no mention of waking up naked, just plopped down and asked for a couple of waffles. I didn’t share what I knew either. All that kept running through my head was “tonight you’ll ‘kick’ those pesky Hanes off again young man and awaken to the wonderful world of nudity for the second day in a row”.

And, he did. I had become a little more skilled at the removal the night before and the second night went much smoother. Thank God, the kid slept on his back for the most part. Had he been a belly sleeper, things might have been much more complicated.

There was an interesting glitch, if you want to call it that. On night two, sometime during the Hanes removal, the kid popped a boner. The elastic cleared his penis and “bam” his little hard-on literally bounced into view stopping as it pointed slightly toward his navel.

A chain of thoughts occurred when that happened. Is he awake? And, if he is, could it be he’s enjoying this? What would come of it if he is? And, two, how in the hell do I keep from fondling such a beautiful boyhood? I wanted to reach over and just play with that stiffy for hours. Only problem was, if he isn’t already awake, he sure as hell would wake up if I engaged in such an activity. Then, how would I explain that? I was totally frustrated. My decision was to take some more photos of the now totally nude boy with his penis at full mast. Out came the trusty cellphone.

Now, I don’t know if you’ve ever been in such a position, but one telltale sign of the boy faking sleep is if when posing him he tends to somewhat cooperate. You know, like while stripping him he raises his ass or pubis off the mattress ever so slightly to accommodate the clothing removal, or you want his body in a certain position he overreacts to your physical prompting by giving slight but noticeable signs of assisting. It’d be a dead give-away he’s awake and enjoying it. On the other hand, if he lazily readjusts his body to bury the penis and scrotum between his body and the mattress, it would be a bit more concerning.

Jack just cocked his right leg bending his knee which offered me unbridled access to touch or photograph him in all his glory. I couldn’t resist and eventually reached over and grabbed that stiffy. I had to explore his shaft and penis head with my hands as well as my eyes. The firm appendage felt like a wooden dowel rod covered in velvet. I wanted to massage the hell out of it, but, again, was the kid awake or asleep? If he was awake, I was caught anyway. If he was truly still out of it, I’d risk waking him and chancing his reaction. I placed my opened hand on his young, loose ball sack and could feel the two lumps it protected.

Again, my better angel encouraged me to cease those activities. I threw his briefs in a wad under the top bed sheet, pulled it up and covered the nude treasure. He didn’t respond.

The next morning, I decided to pursue the overriding question. I mentioned that I was checking on him before I turned in and noticed he was naked. I suggested it didn’t offend me if he wanted to sleep nude. No mention was made that I stripped him or that I had a positively wonderful, albeit too short, experience toying with his very attractive penis. But, I watched his eyes as I spoke for any signal that he was completely aware it had happened. He kind of snorted, looked down at his bowl of cereal and pensively kept poking the flakes into the milk with the spoon. His blush laden response was to be expected.

“Yeah, I keep waking up and my underpants are off. I guess I must kick them off during the night.”

Guess it didn’t occur to him that kind of happening was relatively new and curiously was only happening since I was sitting. Then again, maybe it did.

I mentioned many boys and men feel better sleeping nude and maybe he should just go to bed “commando”. It’d be okay with me and I’m sure his mother wouldn’t have a problem with it.

“Okay by me?” Really? “Okay by me?” Hell, I’d love it.

We had two more nights together before his mother returned and convincing him to sleep nude sure would help me accomplish some of my goals. Not unexpectedly the boy pooh-poohed the idea stating he didn’t like to be naked.

I decided to back off the conversation. Being too pushy might destroy any lea-way I’d made so far. Still it did occur to me, maybe he wasn’t awake last night. Who knows? Maybe the question would be answered on night three.

I gave the kid an hour to drift off to dream land. As I entered the room I was shocked to see the completely nude boy stretched out on his bed. The Hanes were balled up on the floor off to the side of the bed. He must truly have been asleep as his penis was flaccid and draped casually to the side of his scrotum. It came to mind that penis was quite sizeable after all. From my experience viewing photos of naked boys at ten or eleven, his boyhood was at least longer than most boys his age. But I couldn’t help but reappraise the amazingly clean cut the doctor had put on him at birth. That bulbous glans pointed at me at eye level. I was looking right at the pee slit centered on the bluish-pink head. I wanted to pinch it and watch the small hole wink, but I didn’t. A quick retake of the boy’s situation affirmed he was truly asleep. No doubt about it.

Early on in this narrative, I told you that I was driven to fondle and didn’t seek any kind of sexual intrusion with boys. I am driven by a need to touch and feel and get pleasure by forcing them to allow others to see and explore their naked bodies in as public a place as possible, but looking at this beautiful specimen I wanted so much to lick that soft scrotum and suck that appendage into my mouth. I can’t say the drive wasn’t there, but an overabundance of caution helped me overcome that drive. If I’d have been caught in such an act and Ann found out it’d be a quick end to a lucrative relationship. My better angels won that one.

I could not, did not, resist the drive to feel that penis once again. For a good five minutes, it remained loose and floppy. Then it started hardening. I watched as it unraveled itself to the point of standing tall. This boy had to be awake. He had to be. But there were no other signs of his awareness other than a hardening penis. I managed to record a video on my phone of his penis as it slowly erected—as it “came alive”. Each time I watch that video, I think about the damned tan lines that are clearly visible and lament that his tan wasn’t even over the entire body. Oh well, if wishes were horses, beggars would ride.

Asleep or not, I decided to be a bit more aggressive in playing with his genitals. There was no hint of objection. In fact, he’d restlessly open his legs wider definitely signaling a desire for my interaction. He had to be awake. I was at the point that I didn’t care if he was or not. It was my desire to make him happy so I dove in to handling his package in earnest for fifteen or twenty minutes. I remember thinking, “Dare I try to speak to him?” Doing so would communicate to him the ruse was over. I knew he was awake and enjoying being played with so quit pretending. He didn’t even move when I took a few minutes to take photos of him lying there with a stiffy that wouldn’t quit. I didn’t speak until I was leaving the boy’s room. In parting my remark was, “If you come down to breakfast naked in the morning, I’ll rub you down there for as long as you want. But, you have to come down naked.” I closed the door.

I know you’re wondering if he was awake. I kind of suspected he was that night. The morning all but confirmed he was. He showed up to breakfast in his briefs. Not naked as one would hope, but sufficiently undressed to suggest he was a somewhat less than an eager participant. What other explanation could I find for this kid who never had been so willingly exposed in my presence than he was testing the waters. I ignored his state of undress and fixed breakfast as if his attendance in his underwear was normal, but, no, this was the first time it had happened.

Being a Saturday morning, I could see no reason to even remotely suggest he continue dressing. In fact, after he finished his cereal, I was bold enough to suggest he might be more comfortable in his underwear that morning (even if we were going somewhere—I thought it, but didn’t say it). He kind of shrugged his shoulders as if to say, “maybe, maybe not”. I felt my heart speed as I waited for the decision. He got up and drifted off to the living room and turned on the television. I was in!

After cleaning up the dishes, I joined him on the couch. After a few minutes of watching some show about sharks, I offered to rub his legs if he’d put them across my lap. He complied. My hands massaged his firm calf muscles. I thoroughly enjoyed the smoothness of his skin and small blond leg hairs. As I continued I got bolder working my way up to the bottom of his cotton clad backside. When I felt the time was right, my fingertips violated the border of his elastic leg opening ever so slightly. He didn’t flinch. On each successive pass, my fingers penetrated deeper and deeper. About fifteen minutes of intrusive touches, I penetrated far enough to cup his tight left butt cheek with no response. As I withdrew my hand I angled my touch to enable me to drag the side down the length of his butt crack. Still no objection.

Back to concentrating on his legs. I didn’t want him to think my prime target was his backside. It was and it wasn’t. Back to sliding under the cotton covering and massaging the smooth tight globes. “You know if you took off your underpants, I could do your bottom easier.”

Surprisingly, still belly down, the kid wiggled them down to just above his knees. I took it from there and pulled them off. I could only imagine the stiffy that was buried in the couch cushion at that time. I wanted it. I wanted to rub and play with that hard-on for the rest of the day. Thinking it would definitely be risky to rush it, I continued to rub the back, bottom and legs of the now nude boy. Spreading his legs to get better access to his inner thighs, revealed the bottom of his scrotum and his rosebud. As I worked his backside the devil took over and I was able to snag my finger tip in his little boy hole. He turned to look at me when I did. His expression relayed a look of acceptance of the move—an invitation to push deeper. Frankly, I went no further than penetrating it more than an inch on successive touches.

“You want to rollover and I’ll get the front of your body too.”

Holy shit! He did! What literally popped into view was a stiff little flagpole resting above a retracted ball sack. I could see the little wrinkles in the scrotal skin. It was tight for the first time since I’d seen it. Of course, I didn’t go to his penis and scrotum first. I continued to want to send the message it was no different than any other place on his body. As with the backside, I worked his feet and shins, then move to his upper legs. Momentarily, I moved over his genitals slowly and deliberately but not stopping until I reached his pubis. Hopefully, he’d think I wasn’t really interested in feeling his boyhood any more than the rest of his body.

My hand slowly rubbed his abdomen and chest. I followed by playfully burying my index finger in his inny. He giggled and looked down. Inches away was the shapely little glans topping his stiff pole. I took the liberty to grasping his penis covering all except the tip within my grasp. He looked back at the television as though it didn’t matter. Within the next half hour, I was concentrating on his boy package with my touch. I took a chance after concentrating on his penis and scrotum and asked if he wanted me to “do” some other area of his body or if he wanted me to keep “doing his boy parts”. He astounded me with, “Keep rubbing me there.”

Who was I to complain? I did wonder how Ann would take all this when she found out about it. When I’d described what I had intended for the boy, I purposely told her of the possibility I’d be massaging him while he was naked, but definitely didn’t mention including his genital area in the process. I let her assume that was a given. At least I now had an element of denial. “Jack told me to concentrate on his penis and scrotum. I suggested I should move on to something else. He insisted I rub his boy parts instead.” Yeah, kind of lame, isn’t it? I mean that excuse could easily be countered with, “Who was the adult?” Then again, I could strengthen my defense by telling her she was the one who wanted him to be less guarded about being naked. Rubbing his genital area definitely would count toward reaching that goal.

After an hour or so, I decided to stop the massage, and, just to act non-concerned, tell him his time was up and maybe we’d do it again later in the day.

Then I decided to add some humiliation to the mix. “Jack, would you like to see some of the pictures I took of you to send to your mother?” He sat up, still naked, and scooted his bare hip against my me. He was obviously becoming more comfortable with his nakedness, at least around me. I paged through the many images of him sleeping naked as the day he was born. The earlier ones with a limp penis draping his beautiful little ball sack, later ones with his penis hard as a rock. He responded to the limp pictures with a question as to when I took those. Proof positive he was asleep those first nights. He didn’t respond the same way to those of him erect, suggesting he was aware of those.

At any rate, he did blush as he pensively asked, “You mean you sent those to my Mom?” I nodded in the affirmative. He blushed even further, “You really did? Why?”

“Because she wanted to see you naked, too. She’s proud of your body and you should be, too. She doesn’t like it when you won’t let her see you naked or show you to other people. Now she can just pull out her cellphone and show everyone what your boy parts look like down there and you can’t stop her.”

The kid’s face turned redder. “She shows those to other people?”

“I’m sure she will. I certainly hope so. You’re a handsome boy. Everyone should see how handsome your body is too, not just your face.”

“What if I don’t want her to show those to other people?”

“Guess it’s too late now. I’m sure she has already shown other people and I’m sure when she gets home she’ll show them to even more people. In fact, I’m going to tell her to make you stay naked, just like I’m going to do to you today, whenever she can.”

Just that little conversation, paired with my plan to keep the kid naked all day, made my penis stiff as a board. So much so I needed to give it some rest. While he was watching the television, I nonchalantly adjusted myself so I could move up to the bathroom and “depressurize”. As I rose, I grabbed the boy’s briefs and made a rather startling announcement. “You won’t be needing these. I want you to spend the whole day naked.”

That drew an argument. His attention was diverted from the great white sharks on TV to my remark. It was evident from his return remark he wasn’t ready for that. He argued that someone might come to the house and see him. I ruthlessly answered back, “I hope so! Your body is one in a thousand, Jack. You should be proud of it. Besides boys your age shouldn’t be so modest. I hope everyone gets to see it. Especially that beautiful penis of yours!”

He demanded his underwear. When I said no, he told me he’d just go and get some clothes from his room. I half-jokingly countered that if he did that, I’d have to go up to his mother’s room and retrieve his father’s old belt. Strip him naked again and whip the fire out of his bare ass. The expression on my face and the sound of my voice must have been sufficient for him to believe me. He was so frustrated he started to cry. I left him with his head buried in a throw pillow. “You’d better be naked when I come back down here!”

It didn’t take long to unload. Just the stimulation of the cloth of my underwear as I pulled the down was almost sufficient to complete the act. Shot after powerful shot entered the wad of toilet paper I used to collect it. After wiping the tip of my own appendage, I flushed the paper down the toilet and rearranged my clothing. After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably less than five minutes, I was able to “take the tent down” and respectably present myself in the living room. The naked eleven-year-old was still stretched out on the couch, head buried in the pillow, pouting. I sat down on the unoccupied area of the couch and patted the bare bottom reassuring him it wouldn’t be as bad as he thought. His response? “I telling Mom, when she gets home. I’m telling her you made me stay naked the whole day.”

To say that pronouncement didn’t get my attention and bring a little consternation to the situation would be a lie. All I could recall was Ann’s complaint that her son’s body was beautiful, she wanted to share it, but he was so modest it was impossible. I had brought a perfectly good solution to the table. Make him stay naked! Hell, that wasn’t so novel. The adults called the shots not the kid. Old-fashioned maybe, but it worked.

I suggested he grab his football and we could go out in the backyard and toss it around. At first, he ignored the idea. When I pressed the answer was perfectly expected. “I not going outside. I’m naked!” Momentarily he raised his head from the pillow and added, “If you let me put some shorts on, I’ll go out.”

“No, you’re going to be naked out there. How about this, you go out naked and throw the ball for a while and do whatever else I ask of you, and tomorrow you’ll only have to be naked half a day instead of a full day?” He made no response. “Jack you’re going out there naked by hook or by crook, but you are going outside naked. Get over it!”

The time in the yard was nothing but full of total guardedness on Jack’s part. I’ll bet he asked to go in every five minutes. Rather than following the airborne football he kept looking toward the houses on either side of theirs. He was on edge worrying about neighbors coming out and being treated to the sight of his very stiff penis. I could only hope. He could only worry.

Two houses down from Ann’s a little girl who was in Jack’s class at school resided with her mother (similar story—single mother no father in the picture). Wouldn’t it be great for her to stumble on the sight? Even better for her and some of her ten and eleven-year-old girlfriends catch it? Unfortunately, it didn’t happen. Oh well, there’s always tomorrow. Maybe we’ll mow the lawn. Him totally nude and me clothed. It’d be a great “gift” for his mother to return to a manicured yard. But even more importantly, it’d give the honey down the street ample opportunity to discover her classmate in the altogether. All I could do was set the stage and hope.

After coming back in the house, I had a brainstorm and toyed with the idea that perhaps my naked charge would be a good companion for my friend John Richardson’s shy neighbor boy, Joey. If you don’t know who I’m talking about, you might read John’s contribution to this site under this reporter’s listings in “The Kids Next Door”. Introducing my exceptionally attractive eleven-year-old charge might help loosen his similar in age neighbor’s reluctance to public nudity. At the very least, Jack would be exposed to complete strangers with no place to hide. Yeah, I could justify it with Ann. I just thought it might be helpful for her son to be forced to skinny dip with other boys. It’d definitely fly. I’d keep it in mind for future play dates. Ann could even take him over there and meet the family. Both mothers shared a similar concern, and, according to John, both were on board with forced nudity being providing a viable solution.

I didn’t want Jack’s depiction of what was going on to be Ann’s only version. I felt that if I could state my case before she returned that at least I’d stand a better chance at wiggling out of any of Jack’s accusations. After the boy was bedded down, I called Ann. She ran nonstop describing the things that she’d been doing and how relaxing her time away with her friends had been. Then I got to talk a bit about Jack’s situation. I explained the boy appeared to be sleeping nude on that first night and that I’d suggested, if he liked sleeping naked, he should go ahead. Thus, the photos I’d sent her of her slumbering naked son and those of him during our outside activities. (Sure wish the little girl down the street had had the opportunity to see and interact with her nude classmate, but she didn’t. Perhaps when Ann returned we could schedule a play date.)

I spoke of the massage techniques I’d used to help him accept his genitals as just another part of his body and how I’d decided to force him to stay naked the entire day. Then I paused. The silence was a bit deafening. Then an obviously choked up response, “I don’t know how to thank you for that. I was so concerned about his body shyness. Oh, keep doing whatever you’re doing.” Her response was kind of expected. Even so, in many respects I’d been taken off the leash.

“Well, all I ask is that you commit to forcing him to be nude after you come home. No more worrying about his feelings. You need to promise you’ll make him present himself naked in front of others and you need to commit to giving him massages daily or you’ll lose the progress we’ve made so far.” The most I could get was she was open to discussing it when she returned home. She was still hesitant at putting down the objections he might voice. That was good enough for me. I was off the hook for anything Jack might paint as a transgression.

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