Natural Boys Love Nature Part 4
By Sir Cum Sizemore

copyright 2005 by Sir Cum Sizemore, all rights reserved

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.  It contains
explicit  depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If
you are not of  a legal age in your locality to view such
material or if such  material does not appeal to you, do not
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"Okay, children get your drink of water and then go to your
seats so we can begin our health lesson," Mrs. Ratliff
hurried the children as they returned from the gym.  "I need
you all to take out your health books and turn to page 73.
It's the chapter about your skin.  Come on, Johnny
Culpepper, don't you make me have to call your mother, get
in your seat."

"Joseph," the teacher looked at the unsuspecting nine year
old, "I need you to come up here please."  Compliantly the
child rose from his seat and approached the front of the
classroom.  "Climb up on my desk and face the other
children."  It was apparent he was going to be used in the
lesson somehow and a sense of pride and exceptionally
overtook him as he smiled and proudly complied.  Grabbing
the hem of his very short shorts, she raised it exposing
areas of poison ivy rash.  "Can you all see the red bumps on
the insides of his legs?" She noticed one of the children
was having a difficult time seeing from her vantage point.
"Ellen, why don't you move over here so you can see better?"
After the little girl was repositioned much closer to Joey
the teacher continued, "Does anyone in here know what those
bumps are?  Stephanie you let the other children guess."
She looked as many hands were raised straining for
recognition.  "Okay, Ellen, what do you think?"

"Those are pimples aren't they?" the little girl took her
stab at it.

"Yes, they are kind of like pimples, but that's not what
they are.  Does anyone else have a guess? Thomas."

"It's poison ivy, Mrs. Ratliff.  I get it all the time."

"That's exactly correct, Thomas.  It is poison ivy."

Thomas offered a further opinion. "I'll bet he got it when
he was naked on our field trip and had to rub his peter on
the tree."

"That's probably true, Thomas, but we will use the words
penis and testicles in this classroom when we talk about
boys' special parts, not peter, dick or wiener.  Okay?"

The boy nodded his understanding.

"Joseph, your grandmother said you have some on your chest,
arms and stomach too."

"Yes, ma'am, I do."

"Well let's take off your shirt so the children can see how
spread out it looks.  I bet it itches. Doesn't it?"

"Yes, a whole lot.  But my grandma puts cream on it and it
helps stop the itching."

"We have the cream right here and we'll put some on after we
look at how bad it spread." She began to raise the boy's
shirt.  As she removed it, he stood bare from the waist up.
It was a little embarrassing as it was a school room and
everyone else was wearing shirts, but the teacher seemed to
be protective of him and he was sure it was just so they
could see his rash.

"You children can see the blotches here on his tummy around
his navel, and here's a big blotch over by his shoulder and
down his arms.  See this area here?  It's weeping.  That
means some of the fluid from the little pimple like things
is leaking and running.  It's important that it be kept
clean and the lotion will help with that.  Scratching poison
ivy is not a good idea.  It makes it run more and it can
cause infections."  After momentarily completing her oral
observations and inspection of his upper torso she faced him
as he stood on the desk and said, "Okay, Joseph, lets pull
your short pants off and take a look at your boy parts,
shall we?"

"Oh, no, Mrs. Ratliff. Please let me keep them on.  Please
don't make me do that."  All of a sudden the pride was gone
from his face.  It was replaced by a look of sheer panic.

"Joseph, you were naked for the whole day in front of the
rest of the class while we were on the field trip.  We've
all seen you penis so what's to hide?"

"I didn't like being naked there, but being naked in school
would be worse."

"Oh, nonsense.  Let me take these off now," the teacher slid
her thumbs in the elastic of his shorts and slid them off
immediately exposing his erect penis as he was forbidden
underwear by his mother and grandmother.  The stiff little
member bounced up and down a couple of times and came to
rest sticking at a slight upward angle.  Joey's hands began
to move toward a protective position when he was corrected
by Mrs. Ratliff, "Remember, Joseph, your grandmother wants
you whipped if you cover yourself.  You leave that little
penis showing all the time."

The children giggled and smiled giddishly as they took in
the familiar sight of Joey's erection and tight little ball
sack.

"Stephanie, I think it would be a good time for you to
examine your subject.  But first, I would like Joseph to lie
down on the desk on his back."  She helped him shift from
standing to lying.  "Put your hands behind your head and
turn and look at the class."  He did so, his little pole was
standing straight up as the teacher spread his feet apart
giving better access to his scrotum.  "Stephanie come up and
examine him and tell the class what you see."

Eagerly, Stephanie approached her subject.  "There seems to
have been quite a reaction to my exposing his penis and
testicles to the poison ivy."  She pinched his glans and
stretched his penis another half inch.  "From the looks of
it, the poison ivy rash is on the stem part."

"We call that the shaft of his penis,"  Mrs. Ratliff
corrected her.

"Well the mushroom part doesn't seem to have any on it,"
she said as she twirled his little head between her thumb
and forefinger.

"Does anyone remember what we called that when we talked
about it on the field trip? What did we call the 'mushroom'
part?  I guess we should have a test on the names of boys'
parts like I said we would."

A collective groan rose from the students.  "Well, you
should have remembered, especially you Stephanie.  You want
to do your science fair project on boys' parts.  You need to
know the names."

"Oh, I remember."  Ellen stretched her arm out straight.
"You called it the glands."

"Close, Ellen, not the glands.  We call it the glans.  No
'd' on the end.  Because you were the closest you may take
this wash basin and fill it with warm water."  Happy to be a
helper she jumped up and retrieved the plastic basin and
left for the girls' bathroom.

"You children should be ashamed, not to remember those names
- especially you boys.  After all they are your parts."
Ratliff readdressed her disappointment with the class.

Joey was still laid spread eagle and Stephanie continued to
stretch his penis out as she pressed his testicles with the
forefinger of her other hand.  Then she spread his legs
further apart and began to probe between them trying to look
at his anus to see if rash was present there too.  Ellen
returned to the room with the basin filled half way with
water.

"Ellen, we're going to let you give Joseph a sponge bath so
we can put the cream on his rash.  You can take this wash
cloth, soap it up and do from his neck down to his belly
button.  Then stop.  Be sure you wash his arms well, too."

The little girl eagerly began washing her patient.  There
was an evident maternal presumption on her part, but even
more so there was excitement at being allowed to touch a
boy's body.  And there wasn't anything he could do about it.
The other children watched intently as she soaped up the
cloth and washed and then rinsed the cloth and wiped the
soap off.    Having completed the upper torso on the front
side she stopped.

"Now, Ellen, because his penis and testicles are so covered
with the rash, I want you to use your hands to clean them
rather than the wash cloth.  Just soap them up and rub the
soap on his boy parts.  Be sure to slide your hand up and
down his penis and make sure it's clean."

Ellen had a twinkle in her eye that suggested she'd died and
gone to heaven.  She immediately went to work on the hard
little penis, working up a real lather.  With each pass Joey
felt a pleasurable feeling unlike any he'd felt before.  The
little classmate's contact was embarrassing, but for some
reason pleasurable.

"Keep cleaning his penis and testicles, Ellen until I tell
you to stop."  

Gladly, the little girl continued her contact with his boy
parts.  She was intrigued as she'd never touched a boy's
penis and bag before.  Shoot, she'd never been this close to
one before.  She could even see his 'pee hole' which she
tried desperately to clean.  As she worked Joey felt a
shiver come over him and his muscles tensed.  He shook
momentarily on the table as his hips thrust forward.  God,
it was embarrassing to him, but for some reason the
embarrassment was minimized by the weird sensation that
overtook his nine year old body.

As that movement and change in his breathing occurred the
classroom went silent.  The children showed a mix of fear
and excitement in their eyes, but other than a lone question
of, "What was that?" no other sound was heard.

"That, children, was an orgasm.  When a little boy's penis
is rubbed for awhile their bodies do what Joseph's did.
It's perfectly all right and Joseph didn't mind because it
felt good.  Didn't it Joseph?"

"It was scary, Mrs. Ratliff," the still reclining boy
responded to her question.  

"Ellen, you need to get back to work.  Keep cleaning that
penis and those testicles."

The little girl gladly went back to work on the now flaccid
penis and the bag below it.  After a few more minutes the
penis reloaded and was sticking straight up again.  

"Ellen, take the cloth and do his legs.  Be sure to clean
those knees while you're at it.  And the inside of his
thighs, right here where there's some poison ivy rash needs
close attention."

The little girl continued to clean her charge.   As she
finished his feet, Mrs. Ratliff gave further instruction.
"Stephanie help her turn him over on his stomach."  Joey was
relieved his boy parts would be hidden from the view of his
classmates.  He didn't like his bare butt being exposed to
them, but it was a far sight better than his penis on
display.  At least he thought so.

"Well, the back side of his body is pretty clear of rash.
But let's wash it anyway, Ellen."

The teacher let the class watch as the little girl cleaned
him from his neck to his toes.

"Okay, Ellen, now we need to do his anus.  Does anyone
remember what an anus is?"

"Yes, Billy?"

"His asshole."

With that the class was in hysterical laughter.  Two or
three of the kids fell out of their chairs they were
laughing so hard.  

"Young man, that was entirely inappropriate."

"Well, that's what my dad calls it."

"In my classroom you will use more polite terms.  We will
call it his anus from now on."

"Well, you asked me what another name for it was, didn't
you?"

"That's enough, Billy."  The teacher returned her attention
to Ellen and Stephanie. "Stephanie, I want you to spread his
bottom apart."  The girl grabbed his cheeks and aggressively
spread them apart exposing Joey's hole.  "Good, now just
hold them that way.  Ellen, soap up the middle finger on
your right hand."  The child complied.  "Now, stick it in
his anus all the way in.  Go ahead, put it in there shove as
hard as you need to to get it in."

The little girl complied but hesitantly.  She was obviously
not excited about penetrating a part of the body where fecal
matter was expelled.  "What if there's poop in there?"
Again, the class broke into uncontrolled laughter.  

"Stop that laughing now.  If you can't control yourselves
better, we'll put our books away and you can write and do
math problems the rest of the day.  Now, grow up."

"Ellen, do I need to get someone else to do this?"

"No.  I'll do it." She pressed her finger to his anus and
then pressed until it was granted entry.  Joey grunted in
surprise and discomfort as the little girls digit punched
its way in.

"All the way in, Ellen."  The child shoved her finger in
fully.  "Now wiggle it around and pull it in and out for
awhile.  Look, here Stephanie there's some rash around his
anus."  

After three or four minutes of digital exploration and anal
stimulation Mrs. Ratliff excused Ellen to dump the water
from the basin.  Joey thinking he was done sat up and
reached for his shorts.

"What are you doing Joseph?"

"I was getting dressed."

"No, Joseph you will remain nude for the rest of the day.
Stephanie wants to see if the air helps heal the poison ivy
more quickly than if you cover it.  Besides, Stephanie has
to apply the cream to your rash.  No, you will stay naked
until she decides she's observed enough to prove or disprove
her hypothesis."

"But..."

"I said you will stay nude all day.  And if she needs more
time, you'll be naked tomorrow and the day after.  Any more
lip and I'm going to use a belt on you right here in the
classroom."

"Mrs. Ratliff, I thought you weren't allowed to spank kids
anymore."

"Well, Susan that may be true in your case, but Joey's
grandmother was quite clear.  She wants him spanked hard if
he's out of line.  So young lady you might best mind your
own business and refrain from telling me what I can or can't
do."  Turning back to the now defeated Joey she continued,
"Roll over and let Stephanie put the cream on you.   And,
Stephanie, be sure to put it on his boy parts really well.
We don't want those itching now do we?"

Once Stephanie had completed her nursing before the entire
class, she asked to be excused to wash her hands.  After
granting her permission to leave the room to do so she
instructed Joey.  "Joseph you may return to your seat and
we'll get on with math.  By the way, I want you to keep
those knees of yours wide apart.  We want those boy parts
and that little anus to get plenty of air.  Now, go sit
down."

Two hours later the class was interrupted, "Children put
your books away and get ready for lunch.  Line up boys here
and girls over here."

"Mrs. Ratliff can I wear some clothes to lunch?"

"Joseph, I said you'd be nude all day.  Is the day over?"

"No, but other kids will see me.  I mean my penis and stuff
and I don't want them to."

"Well, I do.  I want everyone to see every part of you.
You're a handsome little boy.  You shouldn't be so modest.
Just line up and remember to keep your hands away from your
boy parts."  The little girls giggled as Joey lined up in
his spot in the boys' line.  The close up view of his now
erect penis was exciting.  Even more so was the excitement
of watching him being forced to show it to everyone.
"Susan, Billy you may lead your lines quietly to the
bathrooms and stop."  The line began moving slowly down the
hallway.

The walked past an opened second grade door.  The children
were cutting construction paper and talking in small groups.
One of the boys looked out as Joey passed and did a double
take.  "Hey, that kid's naked.  Look!"  With that the other
children dropped their scissors and glue and ran to the door
for a look.  "Billy and Susan stop for a minute and let Mrs.
Carson's kids have a look at Joseph.  Joseph turn around and
put your hands on your head for a minute."  There he was
forced to face these younger children with his penis at full
salute.  Momentarily Mrs. Carson came to her door to take in
the sight too.  Then she instructed her kids to return to
the room.   "That little boy will be naked for a few days so
you will all get a chance to see him up close, I promise."
Hearing that, Joey couldn't help but wonder, "A few days.
What did that mean? A few days.  Mrs. Ratliff said today and
maybe tomorrow."

The line progressed down the hallway and stopped at the
entrance to the two bathrooms.  As was expected all of the
children sat with legs crossed and waited their turn.  Joey
had to keep his hands behind his head as he sat cross legged
on the cold terrazzo floor.  

A little kindergarten boy left the bathroom and as he passed
Joey he nonchalantly asked, "Where's your clothes?"

"I have to be naked today," Joey responded.  The younger boy
shrugged his shoulders and continued on his way.  Joey
wondered why little kids weren't so concerned over nudity as
kids his age.  He wished he wasn't.

The remainder of the day Joey was the center of much
unwanted attention.  Even the principal made it a point to
stretch out his penis to examine the rash.  She did it right
in the middle of the hallway while classes were passing.
Each time the children gawked and asked, "Why's that boy
naked?"

"Children, it's time to get ready to go home.  Let's put all
your books away.  I'm not giving any homework as you have
the next week off and I want you to enjoy yourselves.
Spring break should be a fun time." As she delivered the
last remark she winked at Stephanie. "Some of you might take
the time to work on your science fair projects, though, that
way you won't be rushed when you get back."

"Mrs. Ratliff, can I have my clothes back, now?"

"Oh, Joseph, I almost forgot.  No, I'll see that your mother
or grandmother get them.  You will have to remain naked
until Stephanie decides you can wear clothes again.  After
all, we wouldn't want to wreck her science fair project, now
would we?"

"Please, Mrs. Ratliff, I have to go home on the bus today.
Can't I just put them on for the trip home?  Please.
Stephanie, tell her it's alright if I wear them for a few
minutes until I get home.  Tell her Stephanie."

"Geez, Joey, I'd like to but it would ruin my study.  You
really need to be naked all the time so I know the air
helped or didn't.  Besides, I want all the kids to get to
see that wiener of yours.  I like watching you get
embarrassed.  You're so cute when you blush."

"You really are Joseph.  Your little face turns red, and you
look at the floor.  We'll just leave things the way they
are.  By the way, you need to come back naked on the first
day after the break, so we can see how you did.  We'd all
enjoy it so let's plan on it."

"Aw, come on, Mrs. Ratliff.  Please don't make me do that.
Besides, you could take me home, seeing as you're going to
drop off my clothes anyway."

"Now, Joseph, if I give you a ride, how will all these other
children and adults get to see you naked.  I mean, one of my
objectives for you is for as many people as possible to see
and touch that little weenie of yours.  Now, off you go.
You don't want to miss the bus.  If you do, you'll have to
walk home.  I guess that wouldn't be so bad, it's a nice
day."

All of the kids on the bus were excited to have the naked
boy on the bus.  The little girls would bounce around and
swap seats so they could sit next to him or in front of him
and turn around to touch his playthings.  The kindergarten
and first grade students weren't as interested in touching.
They just wanted to know why that kid is naked.  Or as
little five year old Timmy Henderson put it to the driver,
"How come he gets to be naked?"

Joey and Tommy got off the bus in front of their
grandmother's home.  Julia was at the front door waiting for
them.  "God, Joey, it was embarrassing for you to be naked
on the bus.  My friends made fun of me, and you were the
naked one."

"Shut up, Tommy.  You think it was embarrassing for you,
imagine what it was like for me."

"Hi, boys, how was school?" Julia yelled as she waved to
them.  She didn't even act like she noticed Joey was as bare
as the day he was born.  His hard on was subsiding somewhat
as he strolled up the walk toward the house.  Possibly
because it was familiar territory and it wasn't as
stimulating having your grandmother see you naked as it was
a bus load of elementary students.  "Joey, Mrs. Ratliff, was
nice enough to drop your clothes off on her way home." She
opened the storm door and ushered the boys in.  "Let's have
a look at that rash of yours, shall we?"  Taking Joey by the
hand she walked him into the living room and plopped herself
down in an easy chair.  With an assertive grip she pulled
and twisted his penis.   Then holding it up, she pinched and
tugged on his tight little scrotum.  "Mrs. Ratliff said
there was some sign of a rash around you hole.  Let's have a
look, here, bend over the ottoman and I'll check it out."
Joey draped himself over the ottoman and his grandmother
spread his cheeks.  He could feel her fingernail as she used
it to scratch at reddened areas around the anus.  "Well,
we'll put some cream on that too."

"Grandma, can I put my clothes on now?"

"I think Mrs. Ratliff said Stephanie was beginning her
experiment with checking how air helped or didn't help clear
up the poison ivy rash.  She mentioned this was the 'air'
time so you were to stay nude.  So, I'd hate to mess up her
project, wouldn't you?"

"I don't care about her dumb project.  I want to wear some
clothes.  At least let me wear shorts or a bathing suit."

"That's another point.  She's interested in your little
penis and testicles more than other parts of your body.  I
talked with her mother yesterday.  She seems like a real
nice lady.  They want to have you for the week next week and
I said they could.  She's going to run a lot of experiments
on your boy parts so you'll be naked the whole time."

"I know, she told me you were going to make me go."

Julia began rubbing the cream on her grandson's rash.  She
was spending a lot of time on his penis and testicles.  So
much so, the rubbing caused an erection.  As she continued
to rub she explained, "Well, its okay, Joey.  I'm sending
Tommy too.  He'll have to be naked with you.  And, I think
they said Johnny Culpepper was going to come too.  So, see,
it won't be so bad.  You'll have plenty of company."
Finishing up some spots on his arms, she flicked his penis
with her forefinger and said, "I do so enjoy seeing this
little fella standing up straight and tall."


Monday Joey and Tommy Go to the Clinic

"Good morning boys.  Joey you need to get in the bathroom
and brush your teeth.  Tommy, off with the pajamas, and you
are to stay naked."  The boys' mother woke the boys just
before leaving from work.  "I'm going to miss you guys this
week.  You be on your best behavior.  I told Stephanie's mom
to take a belt to you if she needed to.  So, mind your
manners and do as you're told."

"Mom, why do I have to keep naked?"

"Oh, I'm sorry Tommy didn't anyone tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"You are going with Joey for the week and the girls want you
only to wear your birthday suit so they can play with your
stuff."

"Mom, you can't make me do that."

"Well, I have and you will.  It's final.  Stephanie wanted
to see if younger boys' little parts responded to things
like older boys.  She plans to use you.  Now get that cute
little butt into the bathroom and brush your teeth.  Grandma
is going to run you two over there before nine."


Stephanie's Laboratory

"Hello, young man.  My aren't you just the cutest thing?
I'm Mrs. Simonton, Stephanie's mom.  Oh, my God, look at
that little one.  He must be your brother Tommy.  Look at
that little peepee.  Oh, look Steph, it's standing up
straight and hard.  How old is he?"

"This is Tommy.  He's seven.  And, of course, the boy who
didn't introduce himself, the pouty one over there is Joey.
Obviously, he isn't looking forward to his visit with you.
Really, neither is Tommy."  Julia went on, "Their mother was
supposed to come along but the girl is a work-a-holic.  I'm
basically raising the boys.  I love keeping them nude.
Makes them easier to spank, but also it gives me pleasure to
enjoy their little physiques.  And, a grandmother can't get
enough rubbing of those little penises."

"Oh, I'm glad you said that.  Then touching is all right for
me as well as Stephanie?" the excited thirty something young
mother asked. "I never had a little boy, but if I had, I'd
rub their little boy toys every night while we watched
television or tucked them in, naked of course."

"Sure you can rub them.  They kind of like it and if
Stephanie does her experiments during the day, they will
probably find some relief in a genital massage in the
evening.  They're yours for the week, enjoy!"  Julia
reassured her.  With this carte' blanch, Joey tisked loudly
and annoyingly gazed at his grandmother.

"Come over here, Tommy.  I want to feel that little erection
of yours," said Mrs. Simonton.

"Well, Mrs. Simonton, I've got some shopping to do.  It's
really the first weekend in a long time where I haven't been
grounded to care for the boys.  Thanks for taking them.  I
love them dearly, but I sure need this break.  Here's a
number where you can always reach me.  This is my daughter's
work number.  And this is our family doctor's number should
you need them. Oh, by the way, I'm Julia."

"I'm Grace," as the little girl's mother reached her hand
out to shake.  "You know we are planning for several little
future nurses to come and help with the studies Stephanie
wants to perform.  They should be fun to observe."

Julia gave each of her grandsons a kiss.  Reached in her
purse and handed each a toothbrush saying, "Boys here's your
luggage.  You mind the girls and Mrs. Simonton and I'll see
you in a week."  Then turning to their adult hostess,
"Grace, make them mind and use a belt liberally if you need
to."

"I'm sure they'll behave.  If not, Stephanie or I will spank
them.  That's for sure."

Satisfied Julia returned to her car and left.

"Come in boys.  We have to wait for Johnny Culpepper before
we start the experiments," Stephanie was trying to be the
perfect hostess.  "Mom is the digital camera charged up?"

"Yes, Honey.  We're ready to go.  In fact, I think I want a
few of these two little angels before we even start.  I want
to remember those little packages for the rest of my years.
Let me get it."  Grace Simonton left for the camera.

"You know, when she comes back we want all pictures to be of
your fronts unless we tell you otherwise.  So, make sure
your little wieners are showing all the time."  Stephanie
instructed with a hint of devilishness.   "Oh, someone is at
the door, Tommy why don't you take that little hard-on of
yours over and answer the door.  Remember, don't cover it
up."

"Why are you being so mean?" Tommy asked.

"I'm not being mean.  I just want to see how people react to
that little stick of yours.  Now, go get the door or do I
tell my mother to bring a belt with her?"

Tommy pulled the front door opened and saw three little
girls, not much older than he, standing on the porch.  His
little penis was sticking out straight and hard.

"Oh, my God, she wasn't lying.  We're gonna play with some
real boy things today.  Look Samantha, look at his wiener.
He's cute."

"Come on in.  Joey come here.  Girls, this is Joey and this
is Tommy.  Tommy is seven, he's about your age.  Joey is
nine, he's mine.  Boys this is Samantha, this one over here
is Jo Ellen, and this is Mandy.  They will be spending the
next few days as my assistants.  You must do whatever they
tell you and you must let them play with any part of you
they want to."

"I'm ready to feel them up," Jo Ellen announced.

"Well, go ahead.  Mom will be here in a minute or two she
went up to get the camera ready.  We have to wait for Johnny
to get here, then, we can start."  Standing on her tiptoes
and looking over the heads of her entourage she said,
"Speaking of the devil, here's Johnny."

A car pulled up the driveway and a naked ten year old got
out.  The only thing the boy was wearing was a pair of
Nikes.  Seeing the gathering of young females he moved his
hand toward a protective posture and was quickly swatted by
his mother.  The slap to his bare ass could be heard all the
way up to the house. "Don't you dare hide that from those
little girls.  They'll be playing with it before too long."

Up the steps they came.  Johnny was sporting a boner that
swung back and forth as he stepped.  Jo Ellen was beside
herself and reached out to grasp it.  As she did so he hit
her hand and sulked.  His mother returned fire to his ass
with another slap that left a pink hand print on his cheek.
"Go ahead, Sweet Heart, you just grab that little boy thing
and give it a tug."  Jo Ellen quickly complied.  "Oh, look
it's Joey in all his bare beauty, and this must be little
Tommy.  Your mother told me about you when we talked the
other evening.  God, Tommy you're a well hung little thing."
Then gently fondling Joey's penis she said, "But so are you,
Baby.  Stephanie, is your mother home?"

"Yes, Mrs. Culpepper, I'll go get her for you.  She's up
getting the digital camera stuff."

Stephanie returned momentarily with her mother.  "Hi, I'm
Grace Simonton, Stephanie's mother.  And, this tall dark and
well hung little guy must be Johnny."  Extending her hand to
Mrs. Culpepper, she purposely brushed against Johnny erect
feature with her other hand.

"I'm Sylvia, Johnny's mother.  I want to thank you for
taking care of him for the week.  His father and I are going
to be at this hotel out at the beach.  Here's the number and
this is my husband's cell phone.  If you need us for
anything we'll be at one of these numbers."

"Before you go, I want to clarify something.  Mrs. Phillips,
Joey and Tommy's grandmother wants them disciplined with a
belt if Stephanie or I think it's necessary.  What's your
preference?"

"Oh by all means, whip the fire out of him."

"Then you don't mind if Stephanie does the same?  I mean
they're classmates and all."

"Heavens, no.  Stephanie is much more mature.  You know we
girls mature quicker and are able to reason better.  You let
her whip him front or rear if she thinks she needs to.
Besides, isn't that one of her experiments?"

"Now that you mention it, I believe it is."

"Well, I'm gonna run.  You make sure he minds you."

"Trust me, he will.  If not, he'll wish he had."

The other parent departed.  There they were, three naked
charges all sporting boners and all being fondled by seven
and eight year older girls.  

"Each of you be sure to rub them real good.  I'm going to
measure their wieners while they're hard.  You just keep
them hard."  Stephanie produced a metal ruler.  Placing it
on the edge of an end table she called Tommy over.  "Here
let me have that little peepee.  You need to push your
little bag up against the edge of the table and let me put
your wiener on the ruler.  Here scrunch up harder push hard
against the edge of the table, I want all of that wiener on
the ruler."  Pushing his glans firmly against the ruler she
noted, "3 and   inches, okay great.  Bring Joey over," again
positioning the obviously irritated classmate with his
scrotum against the edge of the table she pushed his butt
cheeks to lock his position.  With her other hand, she
pressed his glans against the ruler and read, "3 and «
inches, hum, you're about a quarter inch shorter than your
little brother, that's interesting.  Jo Ellen, I'm ready for
Johnny".  Jo Ellen pulled Johnny over by his penis.  

"Here he is, Steph."

Again, the girl went through her measure regimen, 3 and  ,
maybe 3 and 7/8.  We'll give the longer one.  You are about
the same a Tommy, so I guess Tommy must be gifted for a
seven year old.  Well, that's one of my first observations
done.  I'll remeasure them to see how consistent stiffies
are some other time when they're hard."

"Stephanie, Honey, don't you want to record in a photo how
you measured them.  Maybe you should take one of them over
and do it again so I can take the picture of their meat on
the ruler,"  Mrs. Simonton suggested.

"Good idea, Mom.  Johnny, get over here."

When the pictures were completed of his little penis head
being pinched against the ruler by his classmates thumb,
Stephanie asked if preparations had been made in the
"laboratory" set up in the spare bedroom.

"Stephanie, I saw that you had ropes tied to each of the
twin bed head and foot boards, so I went ahead and did the
same to the rollaway after I put the sheet on it.  You
should be able to tie all three up so they can't move when
the experiments hurt them."  Her mother was getting quite
aroused with the idea of inserting things into the boys'
urethras and anuses.  "Shall we get started with them?"

"Nurses, please pull the boys up to the laboratory by their
wieners.  Just grab, squeeze and pull,"  Stephanie ordered.

As they entered the bedroom it was a little crowded with
three twin sized beds, but Stephanie put the two bigger boys
on the standard beds and Tommy on the rollaway.

"What are we doing in here?" Johnny asked with an air of
apprehension.

"This is my laboratory.  This is where I'm going to study
your bodies to see what makes them different from us girls
and this is where my science project comes alive.  Nurses,
put the loops around their wrists and ankles."

Johnny resisted as Samantha tried to secure his wrists.
With that Mrs. Simonton slapped his penis and ball sack with
her hand.  The pain to his testicles made him curl up in
agony.  "Stretch out and let her do her job."  Rather than
risk another such painful blow Johnny complied.  

Tommy was definitely scared but he didn't resist as Jo Ellen
secured him to the roll away.  Joey seeing the outcome from
Johnny's resistance got the message loud and clear and just
lay there on his back spread eagle as Mandy did her job.

"Okay now tighten the leg restraints so they can't move
around a lot." Each of the girls complied.  "Now that we
have them tied down we can begin the research.  The first
experiment I want to try while they're hard is putting these
coffee stir sticks in their wieners as far as they'll go.
Mom, you will probably have to hold their tummies down while
I insert them.  I'm sure it's going to hurt a lot."

"Which one do you want to start with, Stephanie?" the rather
anxious mother asked.

"Let's do Tommy first.  He's the youngest and he will be
most scared.  If we do him first he won't have to worry as
much.  Nurses, put these plastic stir sticks in that cup of
alcohol so they are sterilized.  Mom, you hold his tummy and
Mandy you rub his dick until it's really hard."  After five
minutes of further stimulation, Stephanie handed the camera
to Jo Ellen.  "I want you to take pictures of this.  Make
sure you get his dick in the picture and take lots of them
as I push this thing in."

Taking a plastic stick from the alcohol she approached the
little boy who was struggling to move about to avoid the
coming torture.  "Lie still Tommy, the more you move the
worse it will be.  Just lie still."  He continued to wrestle
against his restraints and restrainers.  Grabbing his penis,
Stephanie squeezed the glans opening his urethra.  Slowly,
she began to put the stir stick up the urethra.  Tommy
screamed as he felt the rough end of the stick against his
soft glans.  As she pushed the stick past the restrictive
opening he screamed in true pain.  "Okay, start taking
pictures, Jo Ellen."  The stick inched its way up the
urethra with forceful pressure applied by Stephanie.

"Wow, look it's going in.  It's really going in."  Jo Ellen
reported to the others.  They all gathered around and
watched as Stephanie continued to inch the rigid plastic rod
further and further.  "What's if feel like Steph?"  Mandy
asked.

"Well in the beginning it was hard to push.  His wiener
didn't want it in there, but once I got past that part, it
started to slide pretty easily."  She continued until only
about a half inch of the plastic stick was exposed above the
boy's glans.  "I think I'm going to stop here, I don't want
it in so far I can't pull it out."  Tommy was crying very
loudly.  He was begging for her to stop and take it out.
His cries were ignored.  "Now let's leave that in there and
go do the other two."

Even though he was released by his tormentors, he just lay
there, still crying.  It was as if he was afraid wiggling
would make it worse.  And it probably would have.  His
little peter was supported to full extension and sticking
straight up.

"Next let's do Joey."  Joey tried to pull loose and break
the ropes.  His face was red as he fought the ropes and Mrs.
Simonton's restraint of his middle section.  She made sure
to place her head on his stomach so she could have an
extremely close look at this procedure.  Her daughter took
another stir stick and following the same procedure she
began, "You know their little mushrooms are so soft and
smooth."  Pinching his glans she began the same process to
the older brother.  Like his younger sibling Joey screamed
at the initial thrust.  Inch by inch Stephanie inserted the
intrusive object.  She stopped, leaving a half inch sticking
out.  "Okay, he's done.  Let's get Johnny now."

Johnny began shouting insulting obscenities at the girls as
he struggled.  As he did, Mrs. Simonton squeezed his
testicles firmly until he was in agony.  "Johnny, if I hear
another bad word I'll crush your little marbles and then
after she's done we'll whip you with a belt, so watch your
language.  I mean it." Jo Ellen went wild photographing
Johnny's 'operation.'  

There they were all three with plastic rods sticking out of
their penis heads.  "I think those sticks help keep their
penises hard, don't you, Mom?"  

"I wouldn't be surprised.  Maybe we could do some other
experiment to see if they'd go down without them."

"I know, nurse Samantha, I want you to go over and grab the
top of the stick in Joey's penis and shake it back and forth
to see if his penis will slide down the stick."

Samantha pinched the plastic protrusion and began to wiggle
it.  Joey just continued to cry.  She violently thrust it
back and forth, but it didn't seem like his penis was moving
downward as much as she was pulling it loose with the
shaking.  "Stop, Samantha, I don't want it out yet.  I'd
like to leave them like this for an hour or two, so let's go
get a snack or something.  Maybe take in a movie and come
see how they are doing then."  With that the girls left the
boys looking like human shish kabobs.  "What if they have to
pee?" Jo Ellen questioned.  

"Well, maybe they can or maybe they can't, we sure can find
out."

After the girls left Joey and Tommy continued to cry winding
down about fifteen minutes later.  Johnny was still angry
and was yelling obscenities.  "It doesn't hurt like it did
when she pushed it in, but it feels weird.  It feels like
nothing will hold back the pee if we have to.  I just want
it out,"  Joey observed.

"When are they coming back, Joey?"  Tommy was still scared.

"I don't know, but if we just lie still maybe it won't hurt
again."

Mrs. Simonton came into the room with glasses of Coke and
those bent straws.  One by one she cradled the boys' heads
as she let them drink.  Unbeknownst to them, it was a part
of the next experiment which was designed to see how far
they could pee if their urine was backed up for a long time.
For the next two hours they were made to drink.

Noting that Joey was starting to leak a little urine, Mrs.
Simonton took a rubber band and twisted several times around
the cleft behind his glans so the urethra was pressing
tightly around the plastic shaft.  "This will keep you from
leaking until we're ready to measure."  The rubber band was
tight and it pinched causing a great deal of discomfort.  

"Stephanie, I put a rubber band on Joey, do you want me to
do the others, too?" the helpful mother yelled down to the
girl party in the living room.

"Yes, please Mom, thanks."  

With that Tommy and Johnny were each tightly secured to
their respective shafts by tightly fitting rubber bands.
"Now, you guys have to keep drinking a lot.  Until you are
hurting to go to the bathroom you won't get to.  So, drink
up."  She again began making the rounds with the drink and
straw.

As she left their little glans were all bright red from the
situation.  "See you in an hour boys."

After leaving the boys in that position for three hours the
girls returned to the bedroom.  Both Tommy and Joey were
wiggling and complaining about having to go to the bathroom.
They were moaning loudly and begging to go.  "Great ,we have
two ready.  Mom bring the sheets in."  Mrs. Simonton brought
in three red colored bed sheets.

"Are you sure you put plastic sheets on these beds,
Stephanie?" She reached down on each to check whether there
was plastic under the bed sheets, and there was.  "Okay, I
just wanted to check so I didn't have ruined mattresses.

"Here's what we are going to do.  I'm going to one by one
undo the rubber bands and pull out the sticks.  When I do
that, I'm going to point their wieners toward the sheets
which will be held up so they just touch the bed.  After
they peed we'll measure how high from the hem on the sheet
to the highest wet mark, and then record it.  We'll try the
same experiment out in the yard sometime during the week,
but let's see how this works.  Before we start, Jo Ellen get
the camera going.  I want pictures of them wiggling in pain
there.  Then make sure you get a series of me releasing
their peepees to go peepee."

"Let's start with Tommy.  He's had his in the longest so it
makes sense to start here.  He probably has the smallest
bladder too, being the youngest so..." she undid the rubber
band and his discolored little pecker head began to pink up
immediately.  Still squeezing the glans against the stick,
she quickly pulled the stir stick out and pointed his penis
toward the sheet.  First it trickled, then, when his brain
realized the exit was again open, a stream of urine flowed,
staining the bed sheet.  Then Stephanie turned his penis
toward his face and watched as he peed on himself.  The
little girls giggled and Mrs. Simonton's face indicated a
certain pleasure at watching as he tried not to get any in
his mouth.  Still wetting he caused a puddle to develop
which settled under his backside.

The process was repeated for Joey.  Measurements were taken
and he struggled to avoid getting a mouth full of urine.
Again, the audience laughed.

"Wait, I have something special I want to do for Johnny's
toilet mouth."  Mrs. Simonton left the room and returned
momentarily with a plastic funnel.  After measuring the
projection of the urine, Mrs. Simonton shoved the funnel in
Johnny's mouth.  "If he wants to have a toilet mouth, then
let's help him out.  Johnny thrust violently trying to get
the funnel out of his mouth as Stephanie squirted the
remaining urine up toward his face.  Her accuracy was quite
good as several tablespoons of urine went down the funnel
and into the boy's mouth.  After his penis a dwindled to a
trickle, Mrs. Simonton held his head and told Mandy to pull
out the funnel.  As she did so, Mrs. Simonton placed her
hand over the boys mouth and gave the order, "Swallow a
couple times, I just want to know you flushed your toilet
mouth."  He couldn't hold out and swallowed.  "I can't wait
to tell Johnny's mother about this.  It's poetic.  Oh, Jo
Ellen I hope you got some good pictures of him getting his
potty drink."

"I tried Mrs. Simonton.  Here, I don't know how to check
them."  She handed the camera to the excited mother.
Immediately she recalled the most recent photos.

"Oh, you did.  They're great.  Guess we can give his mother
a disk when she picks him up.  Oh look, even on the tiny
screen you can see the yellow stream going from his little
pecker to the funnel.  It's great.  Oh, it's terrific."

"Let's let them up and get them cleaned and ready for
supper.  When we release you boys, if you give us any grief,
I will put you back down and will shove one of these swizzle
sticks up your dick again and rubber band the damn thing
until tomorrow.  Understand? You will be little gentlemen
and do exactly what the girls tell you."  The ropes were
loosened and the boys slowly rose to their feet.  Johnny
began spitting and coughing toward the bed.  

"It's okay, Johnny, it'll all come out again," Mrs. Simonton
advised.  "Now, Stephanie you and the girls take them out on
the front lawn and use the garden hose and this bar of soap
to get them cleaned up.  Be sure you inspect their butt
holes and make sure they're clean.  If any neighbors come by
make them turn and wiggle their little peepees for them.
You know make them put on a show.  Remember, anyone who
wants to touch them may do so.  I'll go get dinner ready."

After dinner, Mrs. Simonton told the boys they would be
responsible for clearing the table and loading the
dishwasher each night.  The girls were permitted to go to
planning sessions in the living room to discuss up and
coming experiments and genital manipulation they would like
to try.  As Joey leaned over to put a plate in the
dishwasher, Mrs. Simonton took advantage to rub his butt
cheeks and probe the surface of his little hole with her
index finger.  It made him jump, but he refrained from
complaining and was given to even smile and say playfully,
"Quit, Mrs. Simonton, I have to get these dishes in the
dishwasher."

The boys and their adult supervisor entered the living room.
Stephanie announced, that she wanted to avoid touching and
stimulating the boys for a couple of hours so that their
penises might "get soft" so she could compare the
measurements she took of their hard-on earlier.  They were
told to lay on the floor and watch television.

"Tomorrow morning, we will put ice on their little bags to
see what it does.  After we ice them we will rub them with
olive oil to loosen them up again.  I also want to take them
to the city park and make them show strangers their boy
parts to see if they stay hard or will eventually get soft
again.  So, Mom will you be able to drive us there?"

"Stephanie, I wouldn't miss it.  Beside, I like helping you
with your school projects.  But, I must say, this one is the
best you've ever attempted."

"Mrs. Simonton?"

"Yes, Joey?"

"Please don't make us go to the park naked.  I had to go to
the doctor's office once naked and everyone looked at my boy
thing.  It was embarrassing.  Can't we do something here.
You know with the girls and stuff?  I'd almost rather have
Stephanie put that plastic thing in my thing again than go
to a public place naked."

"Well, Joey, I'm sure your mother and grandmother have told
you, little boys shouldn't be so modest.  In fact, little
boys shouldn't be allowed any modesty in my opinion.  I
think they should be raised naked all the time so we girls
can play with their toys whenever we see one we like.  Right
now I see, three really cute ones and in a minute I'm going
to be playing with them.  But, to make a long story short,
you're going to the park naked but if you'd like we can put
the stir stick in your penis while you're there so others
can enjoy it."

"That's okay.  I'll go, and I don't need the thing in my
thing."

The girls all laughed at the rather frightened response.
The three boys stretched out on the floor and watched
television.  At nine o'clock Stephanie had them roll over on
their backs and indeed all three penises were soft.

"Joey come over here to the table."  She was standing at the
same end table she'd used to measure their erections.  Joey
walked over as the girl abruptly thrust his penis forward
with a push to his buttocks.  With is scrotum hugging the
table tightly, she pressed his glans down on the ruler.
"Whoa, only 1 and 7/8 inches.  Boy that thing gets big when
it gets hard, doesn't it?"  She noted the measurement.
"Tommy you're next." Anticipating her touch his penis began
to straighten as he walked over.  "Forget it Tommy, I'll
wait until it's soft.  You tell me when it gets soft."  

"I can't help it.  I like it when you touch it and that
makes me get harder."

"You like when I touch it?"

"Yeah, when you touch it gently, not when you shove stuff in
it or jerk it around."

Smiling Stephanie then called Johnny to the table.  His
penis was still quite flaccid and she repeated the
measurement process.  As she pressed his penis head to the
metal ruler she noted he was about the same as Joey.  "Boy,
he's about 1 and 7/8 inches too.  Are all boys that size
when they're soft?"

"Now, Stephanie, your sample size is small.  If you had a
few more little boys their age, you'd find they aren't.
It's just these two are very close, but you can't conclude
all of them are the same size when they're soft."  Mrs.
Simonton took the teachable moment and hoped she had made
sense to her daughter.

"Mine's soft again," Tommy offered not wanting to have to
wait.

"Okay, well let's see it."  He walked to Stephanie.  She
pressed his scrotum against the table edge and pressed it
down on the ruler.  "He's younger and his is longer.  It's
about two and a quarter inches."

"Well there goes your hypothesis about boys' penis size.
The two older ones are a little shorter than the younger
boy.  So, I guess boys do vary in size."  Mrs. Simonton
admonished followed with the announcement, "Well, that's it
for the experiments today.  Now I for one want to play with
their penises and testicles.   I just love the feel of
them."

Grabbing Tommy under his arms she sat and hoisted him to her
lap spreading his legs to straddle her lap.  "Now, let's rub
that little guy for a while.  Ooopppps, I felt one of those
little marbles in there."  She announced as she twinked his
scrotum with her index finger.

Erect and well stimulated the boys were sent to bed.  It was
going to be a long next few days and they would need the
rest.

To be continued.