Swimming Pennsylvania Style Chapter 1
By Sir Cum Sizemore

copyright 2010 by Sir Cum Sizemore, all rights reserved

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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The story you are about to read is true. Though in spots it's been lightly embellished, most of it really happened as it is portrayed.

Chapter 1

Shortly after my twelfth birthday, I was visiting my maternal aunt and her brood of children—four boys and a girl. Kevin her oldest boy was two years my junior. Kathleen her girl was my age. The other three boys were, at the time, three, seven and eight years of age.

It was during the winter break from school. The temperature was quite cold and there was probably a foot of two day old snow still on the ground.

"Hey, Jack, you want to go to the pool?" My cousin shouted as he approached. It was the middle of winter break and I couldn't imagine the kid wanting to go to the pool. In my twelve year old mind, ten year olds were just plain stupid.

"What pool, Kevin? I mean look we're up to our asses in snow here? You gonna break the ice or am I?"

"No, the pool at the high school. It's opened for boys today at one o'clock."

"For boys? Not boys and girls?"

"No, the girls have mornings on Thursdays and the boys have afternoons. All the girls can do is watch while we swim in the afternoon."

Not having been a regular visitor to the northwestern Pennsylvania area, I had no idea of the amenities available nor the rules for participating in them.

"Yeah, ask your mom. We can go swim for awhile. Sure beats just playing in the snow. It'd be kind of different to swim in the winter for a change." Our schools in New Hampshire didn't have pools that I knew of so I assumed it must be something for "wealthier" Pennsylvanians. I mean we had schools, but none with pools that I remember.

My aunt agreed. I think half to calm the restlessness of the males as Bobby the seven year old and Richie the eight (soon to be nine) year old were almost literally climbing the walls after having come in from a short spell in the backyard building a snowman. They wanted to join us. Kathleen was commandeered by my aunt to come along to watch Billy, the three year old, as he was too young to participate. We all piled into the family station wagon and began the trip to the school. It didn't dawn on me that we had not packed or picked up swim suits or shorts prior to leaving until we were parking in the school's half filled parking lot.

"Hey, we forgot something!" I said with a told you so attitude.

Aunt Jean was first to respond, "What did we forget?"

"Suits. Swimming suits or shorts. How we gonna swim?"

She smiled and said, "Oh boys swim nude here. You won't need a suit. You 'skinny dip'." She giggled at the thought of such an uninformed remark.

"What?"

She clarified, "Boys swim naked in the pool at the school. That's why you have your own time set aside. We couldn't have you swimming naked with the little girls now could we?"

I had swum naked in the lake at the scout camp, but I'd never heard of doing it in a public school, much less with an audience of mixed gender adults and children.

"I'm not sure I want to swim."

Kathleen was first to attack the remark, "What are you shy about people seeing your thing?"

"Kathleen, that was uncalled for, shame on you." My aunt sounded a little peeved at her daughter's remark, but not enough to be angry.

"Well, I'm just sayin..."

"No, young lady, you aren't."

The brat retorted, "Kevin, Bobby, and Richie swim nude. They don't have a problem with it."

"But there'll be girls and other women there too."

"Aaaannnddddd all of them have seen penises and testicles before. They've been watching the boys swim for years. Now, let's go. Kevin, show Jack where to pick up a lock and then take him to the locker room so he can lock up his clothes." Apparently, she didn't understand. I had no intention of swimming naked in a public pool.

"I really don't think I want to swim today."

"Look, you and Kevin interrupted my day. I had things to do at home. I stopped to bring you to the pool because you wanted to swim, and, by God, you're going to swim. Now, get out of the car, go with Kevin and the boys to get a lock, strip naked and get out on the pool deck. I'm not going to say it again. Kathleen, you take Billy into the bleachers while I make sure your cousin gets where he needs to go."

She was really getting pissed at me. Then a more embarrassing remark followed. She said, "You know your mother told me you were shy about your body. Well, it's time for you got get over it. Boys shouldn't be so shy about their bodies. Now, get in there," She held the door opened to the lobby of the school.

As I entered I could smell the chlorine and hear splashing from behind the doors to the pool. Kevin opened them to the pool deck. There must have been twenty or more boys ranging in age from six to ten or eleven swimming, walking around on the deck, or sitting on the bottom bench of the bleachers all completely nude. Two of the walkers had noticeable boners. Their hardened penises swayed back and forth as they obliviously walked to the side of the pool to jump in.

What immediately caught my attention was the collection of women, obviously mothers and grandmothers, but also school age girls and younger children of both genders sitting in the bleachers talking and staring at the boys who were swimming. One lady, I surmised was a mother, had a camera and was taking pictures of the nude boys around the pool. It was like a big coffee clutch. The girls were more amused by the boys than each other. I noticed a few of them pointing at one boy or another and giggling.

"Come on this way. Miss Danielson has the locks over there. We get a lock and put our clothes in a locker in the locker room. I usually give mom the key, but some boys put the rubber thing around their legs and wear them so they don't lose them." Kevin encouraged me.

"Look, I'm not going to swim naked. Kevin, I just don't want to."

"Why?"

"I don't want to be naked in front of all these people."

"Oh, they don't care. Nobody does anything to you. But, if you aren't going to swim, we are. You can go sit with Mom."

I broke loose from my three cousins and walked toward the bleachers. "Who's this?" A lady next to my Aunt Jean asked. She was sitting next to a girl who appeared to be my age or a little older. Kathleen had parked herself down next to the other girl and was whispering something to her. Both had their eyes on me. I just know it had something to do with my shyness.

"This is my nephew Jack. He's spending a week with us during the Christmas break. Jack, this is Mrs. Rankin. Joey over there is her son." She pointed toward a boy who must have been eight or nine. He was one of the boys with a boner which apparently hadn't subsided yet. "Becky, does that boy ever calm down. He's 'showing' again." That was an obvious reference to his hard on.

"Oh, I think he's cute when he's like that. But, no he seems to be hard a lot lately. Just happens, nature I guess. It amuses Polly here." She patted the girl on the leg, "She slaps it around when he does that at home. She likes to watch it bounce. The two of them just giggle." Then Mrs. Rankin turned her attention to me. "My, Jack, you're a handsome devil. Can't wait to see you out there." She simultaneously nodded toward the pool.

"Me either," Polly chimed in. "The locker room is that way." She pointed and giggled as my cousin Kathleen playfully punched her arm after the remark.

"Why are you over here?" Jean asked me.

"I'm not up to swimming. I don't feel good." That was a lie, but, hey, not feeling good usually worked.

"I don't care how you feel. Go and get the clothes off and get in the pool. You'll feel fine after a little swimming." She turned to her friend and remarked, "He's just a little shy." Talk about embarrassed. I couldn't keep from blushing. But, I wasn't going to strip and parade around for any of them. Hell, my Aunt Jean hadn't seen my penis in at least seven years that I could remember and I doubt Kathleen had seen it at all. I knew neither Mrs. Rankin nor her daughter Polly had ever seen it, and I had no intention of breaking the trend that day.

"I don't want to swim." I was adamant.

"You don't have a choice. If I have to take you down there and strip you myself, I will. And. I will borrow a paddle from one of the lifeguards to take care of warming you up after I do."

I don't know if you caught it, but she said, 'borrow a paddle from one of the lifeguards'. Yeah, these maybe high school graduates sitting in chairs at either end of the pool had paddles with holes drilled in them hanging from a hook on the side of their chairs. I hadn't noticed that prior to my Aunt's threat.

"I sure am glad girls get to wear a swim suit when they have their time," Kathleen said loudly and quite evidently to rub it in to me. Polly picked up the lead, "Yeah, but I'm glad boys don't get to. I like watching their things bouncy, bouncy, bouncy. And those little bags. Oh, look at Mack over there, his is hard too. He's almost as bad as my brother."

With that Mrs. Rankin swatted her daughter's upper leg. "That's enough of that talk, Polly."

"You want me to take you to the locker room, Jack?" Mrs. Rankin offered. "I think Jean's too upset with you to get you through it."

As Aunt Jean began to reply, my cousins emerged from a door that obviously went to the boys' locker room. Bobby led with his little penis up tight against his body as was Richie's, not, Kevin tough. He was sticking straight out all three inches swaying as he walked.

"Look at Kevin. He's looking just like Joey. It is kind of cute."

"Yeah, do you ever slap it when he's like that?" Polly asked Kathleen.

"What?"

"You know slap it back and forth. I love to watch it bounce around."

"That's enough Polly." Mrs. Rankin cautioned her daughter.

"I like to grab it and pull it when my brother's like that."

"I said, that's enough, Polly."

I wasn't moving, and Aunt Jean had apparently given up. "It sounds like Joey walks around like that a lot, Becky."

"He does. He was getting bashful about his body and George and I decided to make him stay naked as much as possible. You know in front of his sister and her friends and the like. We let them touch him, but they can only play not get into 'BJ's' or things like that. Just touch."

"Moooommm," an obvious reaction to her mother's BJ reference.

Mrs. Rankin ignored her daughter's embarrassment, "He seems much happier and healthier too. I send him out in the snow naked at least twice a week. Good for his body and great for his hyperactivity. You know they do that a lot to boys in other countries. After I make him do it, he comes in much calmer."

"Really?" Aunt Jean took an obvious interest. "It slows him down?"

"Oh yeah, the doctor said it would."

"How long do you make him play outside like that?"

"Oh, varies according to how cold the air temperature is, but anywhere from a half hour to an hour. You know, you'd think he'd hate it, but he loves it. Go figure."

"I may try that with my four. They could use some slowing down." Then she snapped out of it, "Jack, that's it come with me."

She grabbed my arm and pulled me toward a teenage girl sitting at a table by the opened door my three cousins emerged from a few minutes earlier.

"We need a lock, and, if you would, ask one of the lifeguards if I can borrow a paddle, please." There was definite resolve in her voice. The young girl handed my aunt a lock and a key with a rubber strap of some sort around it. Then she walked over to a lifeguard. The two momentarily glanced our way, he unhooked a paddle and gave it to the girl, who then brought it to my Aunt.

"Thank you."

There was apparently no sanctity about the boys' locker room as she pulled me right in there. Other than two naked boys of about eight or nine standing at the urinals the room was empty. We brushed passed them and found an opened locker. They boys weren't the least bit bothered by a female presence. Aunt Jean then said, "Are you going to take them off, or do I have to?"

It was evident, the choice wasn't there. I began to unbutton my shirt. Once off, I put it in the locker. Then my t-shirt followed. I sat on the bench and pulled off my shoes as slowly as I could, half hoping the session would end before I had to go much further. Then came my socks. I stood up and unbuckled my belt after nervously fumbling with it. I slid my jeans down and tried to milk the time by slowly raising my right leg and removing them, then the left. I neatly folded the jeans.

"Look, Aunt Jean, I don't feel like swimming."

"Get the underwear off."

I put my thumbs in the elastic waistband and pulled them down. My rock hard penis bounced up and down as the waistband alternately grabbed and released it in the process. Aunt Jean was standing to the side of me and got the full view as I put my jockeys in the locker. She slammed the door and locked it.

"I'll hold the key for you. Put your hands on the bench."

I looked at her questioning the order.

"I said grab the bench." She was angry and lightly tapping that paddle against her leg. I could see the two younger boys had flushed their urinals and decided to wait for the show rather than go back to the pool. I complied and she hit my exposed backside with a loud snap which was immediately followed by a bad sting across my cheeks. I began to rise thinking she was done. "Did I say get up?" She followed that with three more and the stings had turned to heat.

"Now, get out there and swim." She pointed the way out. The younger audience was giggling both covering their mouths with their hands to try to hide their amusement.

I walked out the door with my hands sheltering a penis more flaccid now due to the warm backside. My aunt handed the girl at the table the paddle with a thank you. I'm surprised the girl saw it coming as she straining to examine my covered genital area at the time.

"You know you're going to have to move those hands sooner or later. Might as well get it over with." Aunt Jean was calming down.

My cousin Richy came up with his body glistening from the water which was flowing off of it. "Mom, Billy Russell said you whipped Jack's butt with the lifeguard's paddle."

"Never mind young man. Go swim. That's none of your or Billy's business."

Richy, not to be denied, walked around to my backside to check out the damage. Innocently, he just said, "Yeppp" and went back to the pool.

"Yeah, Jack, put your hands down so we can see that wiener." Kathleen followed. Both she and Polly were enjoying my embarrassment.

"You heard Mrs. Rankin. Put your hands down. Quit being so shy." Aunt Jean ordered.

It was evident it wasn't a suggestion and I knew the paddle probably would follow if I didn't comply. I lowered my hands as instructed and my penis responded with rising to the situation.

"My, my, my isn't he a sight to behold. Look at that boy's parts. How old is he?"

"He's twelve."

"Won't be long before we see a little crop there will it? If he's this long now you think he'll grow anymore?" Who was this Mrs. Rankin? She didn't have any qualms about discussing such things. "I like the boys who are cut. Looks much cleaner. Funny, there aren't many here who aren't, but you've seen Justin Cobb's haven't you?"

Aunt Sue responded, "Yes, but his folks are from Europe somewhere. They don't do that over there."

"Too bad, Justin's would look so much better with that little tip exposed."

"Mooommm," Polly chided her mother for the discussion.

"You like 'em cut too, don't you Polly?" Her mother attempted to embarrass the girl further. "Well don't you?"

"Yyeesss, but we don't need to talk about it."

"Honey you're a big girl now. We can talk about those things." Then Mrs. Rankin spoke to me "Come over here, Jack, I wanna have a look at your boy things."

I hesitated. I'd never been around such a brash and straightforward lady before. My Aunt nodded in Mrs. Rankin's direction as if to say, 'Do it!'

I walked over to her. She literally reached down and cupped my balls with her hand. The girls, Polly and Kathleen were now standing up and watching. She pinched the head with the other hand and wiggled my penis momentarily. Then she released it, patted my still warm backside and then said, "Okay, go swim."

Apparently both women ignored Polly's begging to 'touch it too.'

I left while I could. On the way, though, I heard her daughter ask, "Why can't I slap his wiener?"

The response, "No, his Aunt might not appreciate that." Like the assumption was that I would.

As I got to the water I jumped in the deep end. I remember thinking the game plan should be to hug the side of the pool until it was time to go. Keep as much exposure as possible from the probing eyes of all the folks in the bleachers. Kevin swam over to me and grabbed my penis jokingly. "Saw Mrs. Rankin looking at it. She's a little weird, isn't she?"

"Yeah, you can say that again."

"You mean kind of like you just did to me?"

"Dad calls that grab ass. He says, 'It's a boy's destiny to be a 'grab-asser'. It's what separates them from the girls'." Then as an afterthought he added, "Guess he should call it grab dick, huh?" That was followed by, "Mom whip you with the paddle?"

"Yeah."

He bent back to try to see the redness through the water. Not sure if he could.

"Lifeguards will nail you if you run on the pool deck, roughhouse, or don't get out of the pool when they tell you."

I was amazed, "You mean those 'kids' can paddle you?"

"Yeah."

"He makes you put your hands on the sides of the board and then he nails your butt with the paddle. He hits hard too. It echoes all over when the paddle hits a kids ass." Then he nodded toward the bleachers. "The people up there can see your dick bounce and they usually clap while he does it. It hurts and is really embarrassing, so don't piss him off."

"Don't the mothers say something?"

"Nope. As Mom says, 'When you're here they're in-charge'. But, if you get one here she'll give you one with the belt when you get home. And she does too. I speak from experience."

He reached down and grabbed my penis again. "Yours is pretty big. How long is it?"

"Would you mind? I have to let mothers feel it if they want, but you're just another kid."

"What? Don't you like other people touching it? I do. It makes it get hard and that feels good to me. Sometimes, when Mom's not home, Kathleen and her friends make me take my clothes off and play with mine. I like it when they do. Makes me feel good."

"Kevin, you can't go around pulling on other boys' parts. They'll think you're queer or something."

"Well, you pulled on mine and touched it a lot when we got naked in the woods last year. Remember, we got in trouble for not telling Mom where we were going? We went down to the woods, found a good hiding spot and then we played with each other's wieners?"

"Yeah, but I'm older now. Boys my age don't do that anymore."

"Oh who cares? Tonight I'll rub it for you and you'll see. It'll feel good."

"The hell you will," I responded indignantly.

"Does it shoot stuff yet?"

"What?"

"In sex ed class they talked about boys getting to be twelve and thirteen and then starting to shooting stuff. You know jerking off kind of things. Does yours shoot stuff? Sperm or semen or something?"

"No." I found that question pretty personal even if he was my cousin and wouldn't dignify it with a more complex answer.

"Well, it will according to Mr. Haskins. He's the boys' sex ed teacher."

The rest of the afternoon went slowly. I must admit, I did have a few occasions when I almost lost sight of the fact that we were still in a semi-public place and got out of the water to use the diving board. Each time I came up the ladder though I could see Kathleen and Polly actively scanning my genital area. I did cover up with my right hand, at least partially. Mrs. Rankin and Aunt Jean chatted but I could see both occasionally glancing my way. I was self-conscious enough to imagine I was the topic of discussion. Anyway, after two hours, Aunt Jean called us out and escorted us to the locker room. She stood there with towels (not sure where she'd gotten them, but as memory suggests they were of the economy motel type, must have been provided by the school as she took them when we finished and threw them in a big bin on wheels). We dried off and dressed, returned the keys, and then left.

The ride home was as expected. The major part of the discussion was Aunt Jean following the, "See now that wasn't so bad." line with me. The brat Kathleen had to rub salt in the wound by following that up with, "Polly and I sure liked it."

"We'll have to come back and swim tomorrow." My young cousin Richie had to suggest.

"We'll see, Honey." Aunt Jean placated him and I remember thinking how it would not happen for me. Somehow I'd get out of it.

That evening I was made to shower with Kevin. I don't know why I couldn't have my own shower time, but Aunt Jean decided we would. Uncle Richard just said, "I don't want any fooling around in there. Just get showered and get out. Water on the floor will mean a belt on your asses. Understand, boys?"

He was always such a barker. Never had bitten. At least as far as my butt was concerned. Aunt Jean didn't hesitate. She'd whip her sons bare ass and when she'd whip me it'd be over the jeans. I was sure, after that day's experience, it'd be different next time. But Uncle Richard had never whipped me that I could remember. Now, he did whip his own boys and often in my presence, but never me.

Anyway after his mini lecture, my thinking was, if you don't want fooling around, send us in separately. I wasn't keen on sharing shower time with Kevin anyway. I think it was Aunt Jean's way of reinforcing the idea that I didn't need to be so modest.

That night, after we were sent to bed, Kevin did offer to "play with" my "wiener". I must admit the temptation was to strip and let him, but my better angels took over. He removed his pajamas and walked around the bedroom totally nude sporting a boner. I thought he was "fishing" for me to do the same, but it turned out he was "trolling" for some contact. I mean what do you call it when a fully erect, nude ten year old lies down next to you and spreads his legs? The invite was overwhelming and I did end up fondling his package for an hour or so.

Then Kathleen barged in. What followed was an attempt at blackmail which finally ended in her telling Aunt Jean what she caught us doing. The consequence was rather embarrassing for me and Kevin. It involved more exposure, and hand to penis and testicle contact, but that's another story.