The Kids Next Door

The Kids Next Door 2

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

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The Kids Next Door

Chapter 2

by, Running Bare

So, there I was finally getting to the end of unpacking. Phone rang and it was Susan. She wanted to try “that massage stuff” on her boys. She asked if I'd bring the book over that evening at 7:30. I remember thinking: Try not to show your excitement. Don't be anxious. Act like you would have to interrupt your unpacking to make it, but be sure not to overdo it. If you're not careful, you might blow it. After hem-hawing a bit, I told her I'd be there.

At seven thirty when I arrived, both boys were nude. They'd had their showers. Roger was “bouncing around” and as usual was showing no hint of shyness. Joey was seated on the couch with his penis and scrotum tucked between his thighs. Still self-conscious. I chose to purposely sit next to him on the couch. It was obvious, they had no idea what was coming. Susan entered the living room.

“Mooommmm, can't I put on my underpants?”

“No, Joey, I said I want you to stay naked and that's final. Besides, John and I have a bit of a surprise for you.”

Guess the word “surprise” caught Roger's attention as he stopped bouncing and attended to his mother. The word also drew my attention away from admiring my couch mate's smooth upper legs while hoping to get a look at what he was desperate to hide from my view. I had denied the natural desire to forcefully pry the boy's legs apart to free what I knew was, at that point, stiff as a dowel. Then she dropped the bomb.

“We're going to try relaxing you with a massage. I read in John's book that if you rub a boy's body, it helps him relax and we're all going to give it a try. John, do you have anything to add?”

I was on the spot. “Ah, well, ah, no, I guess not.”

Without a pause she positioned the boys, “Okay boys, Roger lay down on your back right here,” she pointed to the designated place on the living room carpet. “And, Joey, you need to be on your back right here.”

Roger bounced to the floor and immediately put himself in a spread eagle pose. His penis was still flaccid and draped to the side of his little scrotum. He put his hands behind his head and waited. Joey slowly lowered himself and covered his almost perfect boyhood as best he could. Thankfully, he couldn't contain it all as his glans was peeking out from the top of his clasped hands. As I predicted he was stiff. I guess in anticipation. Susan commanded both to put their hands behind their heads. Joey complied unleashing his erection which was now pointed at and almost touching his navel. Susan looked at it and smiled toward me as if to say, “take a look at that”. She gently moved Joey's legs into a flexed position and put the soles of his feet together as the mother in the book had done to her young son.

“John, why don't you do Roger's massage and I'll take care of Joey, tonight.”

Wow, tonight? Does that mean I'm going to have an opportunity to fondle that Greek god of a kid? Maybe tomorrow? I can only hope.

I positioned myself so I had a direct view of Susan and Joey as I knelt down next to Roger and moved his legs into the same position as his brother.   There was something very inviting emanating from the boy's perfectly tapered thighs. I wanted to trace with my hands down from his groin to his knees. His vase like calves were every bit as inviting. As I stared at this cute kid's body, I again was taken aback by his deepening, almost seamless tan. He'd spent a lot of time naked and in the sun. It was very apparent. Even his penis and scrotum were tanned. His toothless smile displayed his eagerness for whatever was about to come. God, he's cute!

Susan was shuffling her eldest into a more accessible pose. Then she started reading about the facial massage and both of us went to work practicing it. Roger succumbed almost immediately. He lost his smile and seemed to slip into a state of relaxation. As Susan read on we did the boys' shoulders, arms, and culminated at their hands. As I went down Roger's slim little arms I couldn't help but think about how smooth and soft the skin was. But working his little hands was even more pleasurable to both of us. Palpating his palm with my thumb and attending to each digit was amazingly calming. Even Joey remained still but had an apprehensive look in his eyes.

Susan read on about the torso. We were instructed to use our palms with fingers pointed out, and gently but firmly work from the center-line out to and down the sides. My seven year old client giggled a bit, but soon succumbed to a more relaxed posture. I loved the softness and smoothness of the kid's skin and body. I wanted to squeeze his softness as my hands engulfed either side of his little abdomen. I wondered what Joey's more sizable body would feel like.

Next step was some focused attention to the navel. We squeezed either side of the belly button and pushed the skin and underlying tissue together closing the navel area. It too seemed to work to slow Roger's antsiness. But, it also caused his now stiffening penis to flop around with each compression of that surrounding skin. Watching that movement increased my anticipation and made it difficult for me to concentrate on what I was doing.

Next move was what I highly anticipated. Their genitals. Susan read that we were to use a circular motion and gently manipulate the penis and scrotal areas for a minute or two. Roger was hard by that time and I knew, without looking, Joey had never lost his erection. As I rubbed Roger's penis over his scrotum, I reveled in his stiffness. At first he giggled I assume from the novelty of being touched in such a intimate place, but as I continued he calmed down. Pinching his frenulum I wiggled his penis to and fro playfully resulting in a satisfied giggle from the boy. Then lifting his penis chased his two little jelly beans around the inside of his silky soft purse with my index and middle fingers. He just lay there staring blankly at the ceiling as I did so.

I glimpsed over at Susan. She was following a similar process with Joey's more sizable package. I wanted to yell “Let's switch”, but I didn't. Instead I again took my charge's penis in hand and kneaded it from his groin to the cute little tip. As her contact with Joey's erect penis evolved, it was almost like watching a cat toying with a mouse. She'd pull it so it was standing straight up and then suddenly release it so it would snap back into the boy's pubis producing a thud. The expression on his face was one of utter embarrassment and humiliation as his mother tended to his boy parts, but he dared not comment. He, like Roger, just stared at the ceiling. The only difference was his facial expression reflected a look of disturb rather than bliss like Roger's.

It was during this genital massage that my “boy part” started to misbehave. I stiffened quickly while I had Roger's appendage at my disposal. I mean short of hurting him, I could do anything I wanted to with his package. And my package was as excited as my imagination.

Thank God, you are kneeling down and won't have to get up for awhile. Get yourself under control! Think disinterested adult. I wonder if there really are adults who would be disinterested. I don't think so. I think any adult would enjoy doing this to this beautiful kid. Be an adult lose the stiffy!

I, again, glimpsed at Susan. She had the twelve year old's penis between the palms of her opened hands and was rotating it back and forth like a butter churn.

My mouth gave way to my thought process, “What in the hell?”

She grinned and said the author had recommended varying the touch and the rotation seemed like a good idea. I half jokingly said, “Yeah, well I wouldn't do that in a few months. You might be wearing something.” She laughed and we continued.

I 'd guess we spent five or six minutes on their boy parts before Susan read on. We progressed to the inside of their thighs and down to their ankles on both legs. I'd say, next to his genitals, Roger's legs were my favorite target. They were soooo smooth and firm and my hands glided over the shapely ups and downs and over his beautifully squared off knees. I gently kneaded his calves. The feeling was incredible. I could only hope he was enjoying it as much as I. Last on the front side were their feet. They got as much attention as their hands. The book said the further extremities were most import as the stimulation applied to them traveled the longest network of nerves to the brain.

All I could think about was the fact we were coming to the part that Susan balked at. Are we or are we not going to do that anal stimulation part? Even in my childhood “doctor” play I'd never entered another kid's anus. Oh sure, sometimes we'd trace our fingers over it or even probe with a stick, but never would we penetrate it. I think it was the thought that it was the “poop locker” door. Who in the hell wanted to get another kid's poop on their finger? Gross!

I must admit the pose we had the boys in gave us open access to their holes. All it would take was to reach down below their balls and bam! There it was. Their anuses were openly visible. I anticipated Susan's lead but she paused. “John, do you think we should? I'm still not sure we should do it?”

Roger heard his mother's question and asked, “Do what?”

Keep your mouth shut, John. She opened the subject. Let her decide whether to tell the boys or just move on and forget that part. Don't get involved.

“The book says we should massage your bottom. Well, your hole.”

“Our butt holes?” the kid was giddy.

“Yes, your anuses.”

Oh it sounds so much more professional and grown up to use the proper terms. That'll make the move more 'official'. Way to go Susan.

Roger probably didn't understand the situation or perhaps he was feeling inquisitive. “Okay. You can do it.”

“No! I don't want you to touch my asshole!” Joey slid his legs down closing access. Susan slapped his hip so hard there was a loud snap that filled the room.

“Put your legs back the way they were. John and I will make that decision, not you, young man. And, it's anus not asshole.”

Quick., defuse the situation. Tell her we can go at it gradually. But definitely leave that door opened.

“Look if it puts the kids in a position of tension, we're defeating the purpose of the massage, aren't we? Why don't we just kind of rim them with the tip of our index finger and see how that goes. We can always go further later on if we feel it will be productive.”

Susan looked agreeable, and we both circled and teased the little anuses with our finger tip. Roger giggled and wiggled but was definitely enjoying the attention I was giving to his orifice. Joey not so much. My penis was about to explode as we performed those tasks. If my finger had penetrated the kid, I bet I'd have shot my wad.

Having completed those ten or fifteen pages, the book instructed us to have the boys roll over for their back massages. What immediately caught my attention was the two sets of tight, dimpled ass cheeks. The smaller boy's set as tan as could be, the larger more cream colored. Oh how I wanted to see that boy with a tan to match his little brother's. I lay my hand on Roger's smooth and firm backside. I have to admit it felt invitingly good.

Wouldn't it be fun to take a belt to Joey? Just look at those globes. I wonder if a belting would loosen them up a bit? Oh Roger's little butt is so firm and smooth I could rub it all day long.

“John. John! Come on back and join the rest of us. You were in a trance.” I was jolted back to consciousness and Susan continued. “It says pretty much to do their scalps and work down their backs as we did on the front side. Then we're supposed to spend time kneading their butt cheeks.” We got started and each of us followed our own timeline on the boys. I hurried so I could spend more time feeling Roger's tight little ass cheeks. When I got to them, I engulfed the globes one at a time and gently squeezed and released. I ran the side of my hand up and down the crack. The kid was totally relaxed.

There was a notable change in Joey's demeanor as his mother worked his ass. He went from the belligerent kid we'd seen on the front side massage to actually looking relaxed. Maybe there's something to this kiddie massage stuff.

Funny, but as I worked Roger's bottom, my erection began to subside. Wonder why that is? Am I becoming insensitive to these naked bodies? Am I assuming the attitude of adults are supposed to have in these situations? Or, are these just the gyrations in arousal any adult would have? I wonder if Susan was turned on by rubbing her nude son. Don't ask, you might not like the response. Just enjoy and keep your mouth shut.

After doing their legs and feet she said, “We can do this last part next time.”

“What last part?”

“It says and I quote, 'When you've finished roll the child back into the frontal position and ask where he/she would like extra attention.   Doing so makes the child a part of the process and gives the parent a better idea of areas to center on informally during the day. For example, if the child likes his face done the parent can use this information as a calming target when he/she is upset or just wants cuddle time. It lessens the likelihood that full body massage is required more than once a day.' So, do we do that today or do you want to wait until tomorrow?”

'If he wants his face done'? Yeah sure, that's what I expect the author had in mind. Was she that out of touch when she wrote that? I wonder if the boys will want their genitals done again. Well, I'll bet Roger will and he'll be open to saying so. But Joey, even though he'd like that too, will never let on. What do we have to lose?

“I don't know. It might be interesting to see what they prefer. How long could it take.”

“It says, 'Rather than using words, ask the child to place your hand on their preferred area as it will allow them to target areas of their bodies they might be uncomfortable requesting verbally.' Guess we all know what those areas are. Don't we?” Both of us chuckled. The boys were oblivious.

“Okay, Roger, just lay there and I want you to put my hand anywhere on your body you want me to give some extra rub time to. Do you understand what to do?” The imp giggled sheepishly and didn't waste any time putting my hand on his little package. I would have bet that's where he'd put it. Both Susan and I laughed. I began massaging and fondling him.

I was choking to see where Joey would put his mother's hand. I knew instinctively where it wouldn't go, but maybe over time. He chose his feet. Respecting his wishes, his mother turned her attention to his feet.

Roger, as expected, grew hard as a dowel rod. The little blue lines of the veins in his penis were clearly visible. After a few minutes the penis pulsated under the increased blood flow. I tried his mother's butter churn technique and the little guy groaned with pleasure. I liked doing it too. Before I finished his ass raised off the floor and he groaned through a dry orgasm.

Man, I want to do that to him again. It was so great. You pleasured this little guy. He doesn't know what happened only that it felt good. Maybe you can do it to him again.

The following day, Steven joined Roger at the pool. Joey, by Roger's report was in the house watching TV and mom was busy cleaning house. Both seven and eight year olds were skinny dipping as usual. I had come out to the patio to take in the beauty of these two naked urchins while I drank down my glass of iced tea. After my greeting to the boys, Roger got out of the pool, ran over to me, and, without warning, jumped in my lap. I was soaked by the wet kid, but tickled he felt close enough to take such privilege with me. Steven followed looking at the whole situation with a complex look.

Then the benefits from the night before sprang up. Roger spread his legs and requested that I rub his “wiener”. I definitely was excited to comply but cautious about whether we'd reached a point in our relationship and that of his mother that I should do such a thing outside the formal confines of the massage session.

“Honey, I'd love to do that, but I'm not sure it's appropriated for me to do it. How about me rubbing your legs instead? I need to talk to your mother before I rub your penis. Okay?”

“No, I want you to rub it. She won't care.”

I refused again and the excited boy followed by his little friend disappeared into their condo. A few minutes later the two boys emerged with Susan in tow.   She looked harried. “Look Roger, I told you it would be up to John. If he doesn't want to touch you there, it's perfectly okay.”

“No, Mom, he said he would if you thought it was okay. Tell him, Mom. Tell him.”

I intervened. “I just was uncomfortable rubbing his genitals when we weren't doing the formal massage. I didn't want my intentions questioned, that's all. I have no problem rubbing any part of him as long as we have that understanding.”

“What the hell John? I trusted you to massage his dick and balls in the living room. You've felt them and done that. Why wouldn't I trust you to do it out here too? He's not asking you to take it into your mouth. Then I might have a concern. Rub the kids boy junk all you want. I trust you.”

That went well!

“Okay. That''s all I needed to hear. I'll do it whenever he asks.” I just wish it was Joey asking. Rather than Roger.

She and I did small talk until she returned to her housecleaning. The important thing was we'd reached an agreement that I had touch access to either of her boys' bodies whenever they asked without question. She kept telling me we were partners in this new approach and she couldn't do it without me.

With Roger in my lap, I fingered his little hard-on and ball sack during the whole conversation. I remember thinking what was weird was most of the genital rubbing was almost unconsciously done as we talked. Oh I was aware his little pole was hard as a rock, but I was concentrating more on the conversation I was having with his mother with occasional mental lapses considering: Now how in the hell am I going to get to this point with Joey?

Steven, the fourth wheel, sat at the table sat and watched as I fingered his little friend's penis and scrotum.

In a way, his presence and observation was to open a whole spectrum of possibilities. That afternoon, his mother called Susan about it all. I guess it could have been disastrous, but it turned out to open some very erotic experiences for all of us.

It seems the Schwartz' got the report of the new guy was playing with Roger's junk and they wanted to know if Susan was aware of it. After Steven's mother was assured I had Susan's blessing she discussed the book and the nightly massages we were giving the boys. Being, as I discussed earlier, labeled as “hippy” types the mother was curious about with doing it to Steven as well. So arrangements were made for she and her husband (and her girls) to attend our massage session three days later. Susan sent the book home with Steven. Over the next day or so Shelia was going to review it before watching us apply the techniques. After only a few days we'd leaped from novices to neighborhood experts in child massage.

That night was very fortuitous for me. I finally was asked to do Joey while Susan worked with Roger. The little shit complained, “No I want John to do it to me. You can do Joey.”

For fear of her complying to her son's request, I said, “Roger I have done it with you three times and I've even done some out on the patio. I have to do Joey so your mother can work with you. She's the most important one. I'll do it with you whenever you ask, but now is Joey's time.”

Truthfully, I don't think Joey was on-board with me feeling his naked body. He seemed even more irritated than usual about the whole thing. But I was, for lack of better words, “horny for Joey”. And, I wasn't about to give up the opportunity.

I was truly in heaven. I was so damn anxious to get to the kid's penis and ball sack I rushed through the upper body stuff. Finally, I latched on to boy's minimum five inch pole. Roger's glans was the size of a raspberry, but Joey's was like a cherry. His shaft was half again the girth of his little brother's and I was thoroughly enjoying fondling it. Joey's posture was the same as the first night--silent, tight-lipped and staring at the ceiling--as I toyed with his erection and relaxed scrotum. I couldn't get enough.

I think what made my contact with the boy's rod and jewels so pleasurable for me was his total humiliation at having to succumb to the adults' wishes. He didn't like his mother touching him and he very evidently hated the prospect of this guy he'd known for a few days now having complete access to any body part he wished. Remember the day I first met him. Just my presence when he tried to join his brother and his brother's friend as they skinny dipped in the family pool was offensive to him. He didn't want me to see his boy package and now I had full access to it.

It was that night I'd decided I was going to penetrate the boy's anus. We'd toyed with them in the two prior sessions, but, for me, now was the time. I looked up at Susan and simply said, “I goin' in.” She replied, 'Okay, then so am I.” And, with that, my middle finger forcefully penetrated Joey's sphincter and entered the confines of his rectum.

The boy lurched off the floor and yelled, “Hey!” I slapped his bare thigh and told him to “be still”. I slid my finger in and out the full length five or six times and then withdrew it.

Susan was ecstatic having done it. She justified her pleasure. “I'm glad we took the dive. When the Schwartz' come over for lessons, I want to demonstrate the whole process. Not doing that would make it look like we had reservations and that the process was morally questionable.

It isn't?

I was asked to be at Susan's on that Saturday afternoon. She had planned to have Henry and Shelia Schwartz (Steven's parents) and their kids over to her home to demonstrate the massage technique.

Now mind you, none of these folks except Steven had ever seen Joey naked. You can just imagine the afternoon they showed up to watch the session. Susan was on the brink of whipping the boy's bare ass because he'd decided he'd put on a full set of clothing and was fighting with her about removing it. He was not going to let the Schwartz family to see his naked boy parts and “especially not the girls”. I walked in on the argument and tried to reason with the boy. He wouldn't even listen. He was crying and screaming he wasn't going to do it.

“John, take this belt and take him upstairs and get him undressed. And, he needs a good beating on his naked backside while you're at it. So please feel free to do that as well. Holy shit! Did I hear that right?

'What did you just say? You want me to beat his bare backside with this belt?”

“I'm tired of his modesty shit. I'm tired of him telling me what he will or won't do. The Schwartz' will be over here in thirty minutes and Joey will be nude and he will be down here in front of all of them. He's earned a good hard spanking and I want him to get it. You're a guy. You can inflict more pain than I can and I'm just that angry at him. Tear-his-ass-up for me.”

I took the boy by the arm, “Come on Joey, let's go upstairs and see if we can't solve this problem.” He tried to pull himself from my grip. “Look, I was going to try to avoid having to spank you, but you're beginning to piss me off, Kiddo. Now, let's go.” He pulled away again. I tightened my grip. “If I have to, I''ll carry your ass up there. And, now you've crossed the spanking line. You're going to have a red bottom to show the Schwartz when they get here. If you keep this up, I may invite them to watch while I whip you. Is that what you want?”

Can you believe it? You've known these kids for less than a week and now you're sounding like their Dad. This whole thing is going too fast. Uh oh, is mister penis being provoked? You better hope not, but anticipating the upcoming spanking is definitely waking him up.   How are you going to join the Schwartz' if you're sporting a tent?

He was still aggressively trying to free himself. I swung the belt hard and caught him right at the hemline of his shorts. His knees buckled on impact. The resulting sting just served to make him more belligerent. “I'm going to keep swinging until you do what you've been told to do. Now come on. Quit screwing around.”

Roger was silently sitting on the couch. He definitely looked scared at what was going on. His eyes were wide open and he was biting his finger nails on one hand and pinching the knob of his erection with the other as he watched his big brother's production. Another quick swing and Joey cringed and screamed out in response. He finally gave up and climbed the stairs ahead of me while he sobbed. I truly felt sorry of the kid, but not sorry enough to stop looking forward to the belting I was going to give him once he was naked.

As we entered the boys' bedroom he just stood there. I told him to remove his clothes. It was my intention once the boy was naked and our punishment business was transacted, I'd tell Susan to remove all clothing from their bedroom and put it under lock and key so he would never again go through such an ordeal.

He still hadn't made a move to strip. He crossed his arms, stuck out his lower lip, and pouted like a two year old.

The doorbell rang. “Shit, Joey, now the Schwartz' are here and they will definitely hear you getting your ass busted. Cut the shit and get naked now.”

“I don't care if they hear it. I'm not going to take my clothes off.”

“That's it.” I wrestled the boy to the floor and began forcibly stripping him. I'm not going to lie, that kid was strong. It took ten or fifteen minutes fighting violent wiggling and hearing obscene swearing before I had striped him. That all served to royally piss me off. I wasn't hard any more, my motivation went from erotic to anger and I was committed to fulfilling Susan's order to make it hurt. After our fight, I lifted the nude boy and said, “Now go down and tell all those folks you're going to get a whipping and ask if any of them would like to watch. You don't care if they hear it, well, then, let's invite them to watch it.” I pushed him out his bedroom door and kept pushing him between his brown shoulder blades as we descended the stairs.

From the landing we could look right into the living room. It was packed. Naked Roger, naked Steven, two girls and their parents, and, of course, Susan. Susan turned and looked at me with a surprised look mixed with disappointment. She and her guests had heard the rumbling while I was undressing the boy and she was apparently still pissed at him. Her angry stare begged to know why Joey showed no evidence of having had a session with the belt, but she didn't verbalize it.

“Henry, Shelia, this is our new neighbor John Bradley. He has quickly become a close friend to me and the boys. In fact, he was the one who gave me the book I lent to you, Shelia.” She apologetically continued, “Of course you know Joey. He's not being very cooperative today. Joey, put your hands down they've all seen boys' penises before.”

He didn't. So I took the liberty to slap his hands way from his boyhood. He put them back over his erect appendage. I was getting even more pissed off at the kid.

“Joey has something to ask you folks. Don't you Joey?” He stood silently and belligerently without speaking. “Okay I'll invite you then. Joey is going to get a spanking for his behavior this afternoon and he wanted me to invite whoever wanted to to watch. If all of you want to watch, we'll do it right here. If not, the event will occur in his bedroom for those who wish to attend.” I turned to Joey and sarcastically asked, “How'd I do, Joey? Did I say it right?”

Steven's oldest sister was quick to respond. “ I want to!” The younger girl chimed in, “Me too.” Roger spoke for both himself and his friend, “I want to watch and so does Steven. Don't you Steven?” Steven confirmed by nodding positively.

Mrs. Schwartz was a bit more hesitant, “We didn't come over to watch Joey get spanked. I'm not sure that's a good idea. And, I'm not sure I want you kids watching it either.”

Oh yeah. I forgot the whole “hippy” thing Susan used to describe them. Likely they didn't support corporal punishment. Don't try to justify. Let Susan handle this one.

And she did. Quite skillfully if you ask me. “Shelia the boy has been out of control and uncooperative since he woke up today and he is going to be spanked whether you or the kids watch or not. I just feel if he's spanked before an audience, it'll send a strong message that this isn't going to be tolerated.”

“Oh, please don't misunderstand, Henry and I are both supporters of spanking boys to get their attention. I just think it should be done privately. You know so he won't feel too humiliated.”

Susan had a response, “Maybe the added humiliation of you watching will add enough to the message that it won't have to be done again for the same thing. I do appreciate your thoughts, but if Joey had taken what was coming a half hour before you showed up, it would have been more private. It really was his choice to delay it and he needs to know choices have consequences.”

“Why is John going to do the honors?” Shelia still wasn't sold.

“Joey doesn't have a Dad. John has been very supportive of me over the last week and Joey has given him as much trouble as he's given me. I want John to do it so I know Joey feels it. I want it to hurt. So, let's get the spanking over with and get on with the more pleasant task of doing the massages on the boys.”

Henry had been silent to this point but now he spoke, “I guess you can just take care of business here. Shelia can go outside until you're done if she doesn't want to watch. Frankly, Hun, I think it would be good for the kids to watch. I kind of agree humiliation will strengthen the message and the other children need to see what could happen to them when they behave inappropriately.”

She stayed. So did Henry which turned out to be helpful. Joey fought being bent over the arm of the couch. He fought so much he had to release his erect member and gave all in attendance a good view of what he brought to the party. To say I didn't make a quick assessment of where the girls were looking would be a lie. They were visually glued to his boy parts. Wide eyed and almost salivating.

Once he was forced into a workable position and secured by Henry's hold, I landed the first lash across his smooth backside. The belt connected with a loud snap and caused the boy to lurch. I decided to go slowly so both he and I could appreciate the pain to its fullest. I waited five seconds before taking aim an landing the next stripe. The stripes I was planting vividly contrasted with the boy's ivory cheeks. Joey was into a full bawl after he third contact. His bottom was definitely getting pinker and after each loud snap caused by the leather meeting the skin, a white line appeared that quickly gave way to another deep pink streak. After eight strokes I stopped. Susan handed the boy a handful of Kleenex so he could wipe the tears and snot off his face.

I can't explain why, but he was erect after the spanking. But then again so were Steven and Roger. Surprisingly I wasn't and I certainly wasn't going to look at Henry. It was clear the three young hard-ons were greatly appreciated by the little girls if smiles, giggling and twinkling eyes were a measure. Even Shelia and Susan appeared to be holding back their smiles as they centered on Joey's package. I, on the other hand, reached down to feel the boy's warmed backside. Yep, I'd cooked it.

We moved on to demonstrate the massages. Shelia used Steven to copy our movements. I was as curious as Susan to see how Shelia was going to adjust to essentially fondling her son's penis and testicles. I was even more interested in how Henry was going to react to his wife's contact with his young son. Surprisingly, she immediately latched on to the small erection without hesitation. I was working with Roger, which, now that I think of it, might have been a good starting point as I'm not sure how Henry would have taken what he considered s new-comer, a relative stranger, manipulating the twelve year old's penis.

The girls sat quietly mesmerized while we worked. They were very interested in Susan as she worked on Joey's more sizable appendage. When she did her “twirl” thing spinning his boner between her palms, Katrina, the older of the two, let out what could only be a jealous gasp. Julie the younger girl chuckled. I don't know if Susan's churning was what she found funny or her sister's gasp triggered her giggling bout. Nonetheless Shelia told her to “settle down”.

It wasn't until we got to the anal stimulation that Henry showed any sign of discomfort. “Is that really necessary?”

Shelia fielded the remark and handed him the book already opened to the page that described the function. I guessed she had anticipated her husband's objection. He looked at the photograph and read the caption. “Still, is that really necessary? It says here it's optional and you should not do it if either of you is uncomfortable with the process.”

Susan piped up, “Well, I decided Joey would be 'uncomfortable' with it because he's so damned modest. So why would I give up my joy of embarrassing him because he might not like it? He's going to get it every time. He doesn't have a choice.”

Henry shut up. We continued and did the boys' flip sides. When we rolled them over for the “extra” stim, Roger put my hand quickly and firmly on his little package.

Geezzzz, Roger, have you no shame? I'm glad you made it look like your idea.   I wonder what Henry is thinking.

I looked over at Shelia and Steven to see if he chose the same area for more concentrated attention.

Maybe it's an age related choice. You know how kids this age are intrigued by body parts and functions.

Nope, Steven chose his face. Of course I scanned over to Susan and Joey and she was working on his calves.

Legs again, huh, Joey? Ever going to choose that long boy toy of yours?

Once we finished we released the boys and Joey immediately bolted to the stairs in an attempt to retreat to his bedroom. Obviously he was more than humiliated having to be naked in front of the girls and their parents. Susan told him it was rude to leave their company and he could spend some time with Katrina. “After all you're both in the same class at school. I'm sure you have things you can talk about.”

Oh, Susan, you dog. You withheld that tidbit of information from me. My voyeuristic juices were released big time. Joey must be a basket case of embarrassment and humiliation. I loved it. Here was a girl from his class at school who not only got to see him completely naked, but she also got to watch his mother fondle him and the next door neighbor beat his ass with a belt all in one sitting. Whoa, did she have something to share with her girl friends.

I must admit, Katrina and Julie, but especially Katrina couldn't take her eyes off Joey's hard-on. And, of course, her attention ensured it would be hard for as long as she was there.

Out of the clear blue, conniving Susan suggested, “Hey, maybe we could teach the girls to massage the boys. You know it'd take some of the chore off of us.” Like it was a chore.

Where are you going with this, Susan? My little friend is getting excited by the idea, I'm not sure I'll be able to stand up without being embarrassed myself. I want you to stop this line of discussion. No, no really I don't. Go ahead Susan continue.

“Maybe we could do this tomorrow afternoon and we could teach Katrina by coaching her to do Joey and Julie could do Steven. What do you think?” Oh shit, Susan I love you, but I hate you. I damn sure should be invited to that party.

I looked at Joey. He was red as I've ever seen a kid. The embarrassment and complete disdain was written all over his face. He was sitting next to his little brother and Steven with his penis pinched between his thighs. One look at Katrina told the whole story. She was eager and expressed it. “Mom, I could learn to do it tonight. I mean, I think I already could do it. Want me to show you?”

Those remarks on her part were kindling for the fire in Joey's eyes. It was very apparent his look told me “That's not going to happen without a fight.” Shortly before that remark made it to his lips, Shelia granted him a reprieve.

“No, I think Joey's had enough today. Maybe tomorrow, Honey.”

Henry broke his long silence. “I'm not sure that's a good idea. I don't know that I want Katrina getting that intimate with a boy. I mean you two are giving her carte blanche over Joey's body and I don't think he's comfortable with the idea.”

Shelia tactfully silenced him, “Honey, we can talk about this tonight after the kids go to bed. Let's not get too hasty to put the idea down.”

“No, Henry, it would truly be one of the best things to happen to Joey.   He needs to know his body is nothing to be ashamed of. Having Katrina massage him will help him confront his demons.”

Susan, Susan, I love it when you talk so dirty. His demons? His demons? You mean our demons don't you? But I agree with them, Henry, shut the fuck up! Shit, if this conversation keeps leading my imagination I'm going to shoot my wad here. Damn! Change the subject you guys Please, change the fucking subject.

Long story short, the following day Shelia and Katrina showed up at about three for the training session. Of course, naked little Steven was tagging behind. I'd seen them arrive from my front window and decided to saunter my ass over to Susan's. Don't tell me you wonder why, because you know damn well why.

Just to paint the picture even more vividly Katrina had on a pair of denim daisy dukes and a halter top. Yeah, the bottom of her ass cheeks were spilling out the back of her hemlines. That hot little number was about to have a play date with what had to be one of the handsomest dream boats in the sixth grade and he was going to be totally naked and putty in her hands.

Holy shit, it's hard to tell you about this stuff without taking time to catch my breath. My memory of that day is so vivid, it's like I'm looking at it firsthand again.

In the interest of time and simplicity let me cut to the chase. Susan had to force Joey's cooperation.   Of course she used me and my belt as a threat. I did worry that if she kept doing that, the kid would hate me, but I guess someone had to be the 'bad guy'.

Both Steven and Roger had run out to the pool. Joey was left with we three adults and Katrina. The excitement in the room was only apparent in four of us. Joey was not a happy camper and was sulking.

Anyway, Joey had to succumb to the girl from his class in school. She was, not surprisingly, anxious to grab that stiff penis and I think both Susan and Shelia were just as anxious to watch her do it. Joey was tearful and just lay there staring at the ceiling while his classmate twirled, twisted and pulled his handle. She was a bit more rough than ideal when she manipulated his marbles and had to be cautioned, by me, to “go easy, you can hurt him if you're too rough”. I'm not sure, but I think Susan was hoping his classmate would be rough handling him down there just to punish him. Katrina was intrigued with the boy's glans and kept squeezing it.

She definitely took pause with the anal stim. She wasn't sure she wanted to push her finger into the poop locker, but she was encouraged to do so by her horny instructors. Once she was in she had a look of discovery and wasn't quick to withdraw her finger. Fifteen minutes later, at the point of allowing her vict.., I mean her client, to identify an area for further massage, Joey put her hand on his face. Katrina didn't exactly like that and after a cursory rub to his face went right for the genitals. Joey pushed her hands away and rightfully Shelia told her that Joey had selected his face. We all know deep down she was as disappointed as her daughter at having to forgo that contact.

For the remainder of the summer, Katrina was to have access to Joey's naked body anytime Susan was present. Susan told me that she'd never seen Katrina down at their house prior to the new massage arrangement, but now she rarely skipped a day to visit. I wonder why.

Before wrapping this up, I have a couple of other observations to share. One involving Mrs. Dubinski our elderly widow lady in he condo overlooking Susan's backyard. She absolutely loved sitting on her patio and watching the naked boys play. I decided a closer introduction of our naked Joey would brighten her day. I mean the old gal must have been in her mid-seventies. One Saturday afternoon, I saw her watching the naked boys play in Susan's yard. I told all of them to run up and say hello to her. Of course the result of that command was predictable. Both Roger and Steven ran up the slight incline right to the old lady's porch and complied. I had to admire their glistening, dimpled brown bottoms as they did. I'm sure she enjoyed their glisten brown penises and ball sacks from her vantage point. Neither boy even remotely entertained covering up.

Joey stay waste deep in the pool. It was almost as if he'd never noticed the old lady sitting up there watching them and my command was a revelation of the situation. I extended the command again to Joey individually. He was hesitant but got out of the pool slowly. I put my arm over his shoulder and climbed the slight embankment with him. When I got up there she beckoned the little guys to come give her a hug. I suggested they were all wet and she might not like that. My comment was met with “Oh, nonsense, what's a little water.”

As Roger hugged her, she reached down and fingered his package. She did so openly and without any reservation or fanfare. It was as if such privileges were given adults in days gone by. She was just pleasuring herself and the little boy. There was a repeat with Steven. “Don't you find their little things just the cutest?”

“Yes, Mrs. Dubinski, I think they're really cute little guys. Joey, go give Mrs. Dubinski a hug.”

“I don't want to.”

“Don't be rude she loves you boys.”

“Oh, come here Joey, let me have a little love.” The older woman stretched out her arms invitingly. I pushed him in the back toward her. It was evident he had hardened either watching her fondle his brother and the neighbor boy or as a result of anticipating being fondled himself. Regardless, he was pointing straight out when I slapped his hands away from his groin.

It was precious. She hugged the kid firmly and then took a little more time inspecting Joey's package. He was totally humiliated and tried to pull away. “Joey, don't be rude. Let her see your body. You're just a young boy.” She took the remark to grant permission for her to be more tedious. She pinched his glans and stretched his penis upward to get an unrestricted view of his ball sack. “My, Joey, it won't be long before you'll be a young man rather than a boy.” While holding his erect penis up she gently finger his balls. After releasing him she just said, “What beautiful boys!” with a smile and a gasp.

I wish we could return to your era, Mrs. Dubinski. Naked boys were not uncommon and their bodies were anybody's game board. What an era. Bet you're disappointed in the Puritanical shift. I know I am.

As the months progressed, Roger and Steven, if he was present, would unabashedly run up to give the old lady a quick hug and allow her a loving feel of their intimate parts. They took it with the lack of concern they would if it were a handshake. If Susan or I were present during those quick affectionate visits, we'd force Joey to get his ass up there and remind him she was an older adult and he was to succumb to all of her affectionate contacts. He hated it from those days until he blossomed into puberty.

The other interesting event was answering a complaint to the Home Owners' Association about Steven running back and forth naked. Who in the hell could have been offended by that?

About six weeks after I moved in, things were really great. Either boys' package was pretty much on display and open to caressing by his mother and/or me at our whim. Even Joey had pretty much readjusted his modesty to the point he didn't have quite as many “hard” times when he paraded around naked. He still had problems allowing Katrina and other girls to feel his items of their interest, but Katrina's visits started subsiding two months after her massage lesson. Things were pretty much under control. Mrs. Dubinski continued to like to feel all three boys' packages and she did so at her whim. We made the boys avail themselves to her telling them she did it because she really had grown in her affection toward them and wanted to treat them like her own. I'm convinced that wasn't a stretch. She did appear to love the kids. Allowing her to be familiar at times was the least we could do.

As I said, all seemed to be going well until Susan got a call from Shelia, Steven's mother. Apparently, she had been called by the secretary of the Home Owners' Association (HOA) and asked to appear at the next meeting to answer a complaint that her son was indecently exposed, on a regular basis, while walking through the neighborhood. She was a wreck of nerves worrying about it and we assured her that we would be there to support her.

Who in the hell was such a fucking prude that a nude eight year old boy would offend their asinine sensibilities? If I had my way all eight year old boys in the complex would be compelled to walk around nude all the time.

The night of the meeting there were about thirty people other than the committee present. A new resident, Meagan Broderick and her husband were in the front row. I had never met them, but I think we all watched them move in. Susan had gone over to welcome them to the neighborhood so she was at least familiar with who they were. I could tell from the attire and the posture as they sat there, they were yuppie wannabes and bet they were the complainers. After all, Steven had been showing his stuff for as long as I was there, and I'd been there a hell of a lot longer than the Brodericks. It'd never been a problem until after the new neighbors arrived.

Boy could I call 'em. Meagan got up to explain the basis of her complaint.

She didn't like having a little boy's penis flopping around when she entertained guests, especially if her guests had little girls his age. It was disgusting and nasty and she wanted it stopped. There was a general mumbling as she paused. Most everyone there had been aware of Steven—all of him—and even Roger. Some even shared their rare delight at catching a glimpse of the elusive Joey in the all together.   No one else found them that offensive.

Mrs. Dubinski was present and tore into Meagan asking if she was so sexually frustrated that a naked eight year old was 'leading her into temptation'. I bit my lip when that came out. The old lady was furious. It was like someone had told her to put her toys away and she wasn't done playing with them.

Another couple from building 5 quickly spoke up defending allowing children to develop modesty at a natural pace rather than imposing it on them at such an early age. It was a long discussion which culminated in a new policy for the complex. Basically it just said no child could be considered indecently exposed unless he or she had breached puberty. Or, as some put it the “bare until hair” rule. It was an agreement that child nudity was allowed but after pubic hair appeared they had to be clothed when outside the confines of their own house or yard.   The Brodericks were not happy with the outcome, but they'd have to get used to it.

It was on our walk back our units that Susan chuckled at the rule and suggested she was ready to shave Joey the first sign of a crop developing. “I'll be damned if I'm going to let some preppy with a broom handle up her ass to tell me how to raise my kids. If she doesn't like seeing those cute little guys' penises let her move. She comes in here and immediately starts making everyone else adapt to her self-righteous standards. The bitch! I'll send Joey out to play in the street in front of her house. If she's so put out looking at a naked eight year old, imagine how she'll react to a twelve year old. You know Joey would be very uncomfortable drawing all that attention and that would turn me on.”

“Whoa, Susan, we won. Don't be so upset. Maybe we can get to know her and move her into our corner. Sending Joey over there would just provoke her. You know I, too, would find Joey's discomfort a turn on. But, instead of alienating them let's invite them to get to know us, and the Schwartz'. Did you hear old lady Dubinski? She was pissed. I think she was more pissed than we were.”

“Yeah, she's sooo sweet. I love that she is openly affectionate with the boys. I think she equates our beliefs about boy nudity with her past. I've never met anyone who is so forward as to finger their packages. I don't think she cares how it might look to other people. Her earlier times must have been a turn on.”

We laughed and finished the walk home.

I can't wait to get there. I'm going to give Joey an hour long massage and this time I'M going to pick the most relaxing body areas for extra attention.

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