Triangle Sailing Camp 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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Triangle Sailing Camp 2—Underway Week 1

As we left port in Rhode Island, the girls were in their bathing suits and having a giggle fest as they lathered us up and rinsed us with the salt water. Their fingers took turns working our crotches as they passed us from girl to girl. That evening Bethany made a confession to the other girls, “This is the first time I’ve touched a boy’s thing. I like it.”

Kathy chimed in, “I touched my cousin’s. He’s three and I changed him once and had to clean off his thing and little bag before I put the new diaper on him. His wasn’t as hard as these boys.”

“They’re hard because they’re embarrassed to be naked in front of us. Right, Joey? You’re embarrassed to be naked in front of us.” Julie remarked as she pulled on his penis. Joey just gulped and blushed. He didn’t respond. Julie tugged on his erection again. “I said isn’t that right, Joey?”

“I guess so.”

Angie didn’t enter the discussion but she did spend time sliding a soapy hand up and down my shaft. Occasionally, she’d cup my balls with a soapy hand and gently kneed them.

“I didn’t know that. I just thought this was the way they always were.” Bethany showed her naiveté.

“Oh I knew they were soft sometimes and hard others. My brother Timmy gets hard when Mom and Dad go out and leave me to babysit. I make him get naked. I after his bath time, I tell him if he stays naked, I’ll let him stay up a little longer, especially if one of my friends is there too. How about you, Angie, have you ever felt up your brothers?” Julie added.

“When I wash them I do.”

“How old are they?” Bethany asked her. Angie was either ignoring the question or didn’t hear her. “Angie, your brothers, how old are they?”

“Carlos is almost eight and Jose is only four.”

Not to be outdone, Julie explained, “I feel up my brother all the time. I make him run around naked in the backyard when I have to watch him during the day, too. We feel his thing all the time. I wish he was as long as Sean over there, now that’d be fun to play with. Angie, you gonna share him?” She continued to attend to soaping up Joey’s balls and penis while she spoke.

“Julie, what if your Mom or Dad comes home. Aren’t you afraid of being caught?” Kathy asked as she continued attending to Jake’s crotch.

During this discourse none of us boys said a word. We stood there trying to ignore the whole ordeal.

“I don’t think either one of my parents would care. Dad tells Timmy that boys aren’t supposed to be shy about being naked. Mom feels his wiener a lot. She teases him and pinches the tip and stuff like that, so she probably wouldn’t care.” Julie continued. “Hey, Angie, let me feel Sean’s. I like how long his is. Let’s swap for a while?”

“I don’t care. We can switch.” Angie pushed me toward Julie and she pushed George back at her.

“It’s butt hole time, George. Turn around and bend over.” Bethany was getting into this bathing process. I watched out of the corner of my eye as she made George bend over the deck rail and began spreading is cheeks. He lunged forward a bit as she drove her soapy index finger home. “Didn’t Miss Stoddard say we were supposed to slide our fingers back and forth to clean their holes?”

“Yep, she sure did. Now it’s time for your butt Jake. There was a slap to his ass and he succumbed and bent over without coaching. I believe he had tears rolling down his cheeks. Not from the smack but because of the humiliation the whole process was putting him through.” For being so young Kathy surely was aggressive in her sexual assaults. Jake squealed a bit as she inserted her finger in his anus.

Angie broke her silence, “Julie, let me have him back to clean his butt.”

“Oh, let me keep him. I’ll do that. You do Joey. Just for tonight. Pleasssseeeee.” Julie fake pouted, pushing out her lower lip.

“Okay just for tonight.” Angie gave in to the more senior girl.

Julie wasn’t gentle. She hooked her finger after inserting it and I thought she was going to tear out my intestines. Besides, I’d never had anyone or for that matter anything shoved in my butt hole before and it made me feel like I was either going to fart, shit or both. Julie rummaged around in there for at least two minutes, but it felt like hours. “Hey, there’s something in here. It feels like a nut!” Then more rummaging, “Now this is something I’ve never done before. I think I’ll do this to my brother when we get home again.”

Kathy laughed and asked, “Hey, Sean, did you like it?”

“No. It hurts and is not very nice.” I couldn’t find other words to describe it.

“Oh, pooorrrr baby, you know what? You and your little buddies better get used to it quick, because we have to do this to you every single day. Fingers up the holes every SINGLE day, right girls?” Perfect example of why Julie was going to be hard to get along with on this cruise.

Angie had Joey bent over but it was obvious she wasn’t too interested in inserting her finger. She actually looked around to watch her crewmates as if to gain some instruction. “Angie, just soap it up and shove that finger right in there,” came Miss Stoddard’s voice. She apparently had come back aft to check on how things were going.

Angie, out of fear of Stoddard I think, did as she was told. Joey grunted as the digit entered. “Owww, owww, owww! Get it out! Get it out!” His cockiness was knocked down a peg as tears welled up in his eyes. Angie quickly removed her finger as Joey continued to groan.

“What in the hell is your problem Joey?” Stoddard was on him. “No, no, you stay bent over, neither Angie nor I gave you permission to stand up. Now, what the hell are you crying about?”

He choked out an explanation, “She cut me with her finger nails. I felt it scratch when she put it in.”

“Ooooohhhhh, poor Joey, everyone say ‘Oooohhhh, poor Joey Angie scratched his asshole”. The girls giggled and followed the direction, we boys refrained. “You boys want to go on report?” We all shook our heads ‘no’. “Then say it!” What recourse did we have we all did as we were told. “Angie shove it in there again and don’t pull it out until I tell you to. While it’s in there dig around a bit. Let him know how uncomfortable it can be.” With some hesitancy, she shoved her finger back in. Joey cried out again, but Angie kept it in there and it was obvious she was exploring his rectal area vigorously. We all knew Joey’s discomfort.

“Bethany, did you rub Sean’s package for fifteen minutes today?”

“No, Miss Stoddard, I didn’t have time yet.”

I didn’t want to be manhandled so I questioned, “Miss Stoddard, Bethany is George’s keeper not mine. Mine is Angie.”

“Sean, are you questioning my orders?”

“What?”

“I said, ARE YOU QUESTIONNING MY ORDERS?” She yelled in response.

“No Ma’am!” I mumbled with my head down in submission.

“Every girl must spend at least fifteen minutes on each boy every day. I want you to hurt their dicks and balls. I mean every single one of them. That means one hour of each day you girls will have some boy’s dick or balls in your grasp. You pull, squeeze, hit, or whatever, but you make sure the boy knows you’ve got him in your control and teach him his boy thing can cause him pain as well as pleasure and we girls will decide which. Am I clear?”

The girls all responded with, “Yes, Miss Stoddard”. I couldn’t help but notice Julie had a devious look on her face when she responded, and that could spell trouble for us boys during the next two months. Bethany and Kathy had more complacent facial expressions. Angie still digging around in Joey’s hole had a more humble posture with her head down. “Angie you can remove your finger from his ass. I want you to slap his cheeks hard before he stands up. Do it!” She pulled her finger out and slapped half-heartedly. It brought a small smile to her face. “I said slap it hard. I didn’t say give it a love tap. Now slap it, girl. Leave a pink handprint.” With more confidence fed by a bit of fear she wound up and made the next slap snap when it made contact. Joey lunged forward and screamed out in pain. There was clearly a handprint. “That’s better. You girls take note. You don’t have to put them on report to do that. Report is only for getting them the belt and only the Captain, Julie or I can apply it. But, you have permission to slap their asses whenever you want. I’ll only say there better be handprints when you get done, though. Make them mind.”

We were then ordered to lay on our backs with our hands behind our heads and soles of our feet pushed together. I felt like a frog. Stoddard ordered, “You girls may now rotate among the boys. Remember, you have to play with their parts for at least fifteen minutes. I’d suggest you make them assume this position whenever you do play with them. You can get at all their sensitive areas when they’re like this. Great time for you girls to get some photos for your social websites, too. Have fun, girls.”

After Bethany had my penis in a strangle hold and was pulling it upward with two hands, I noticed Stoddard moved on. The girls weren’t gentle with any of us. There were screams and groans during the whole activity. None were so painful as when Julie punched me in the balls and I reflexively moved to the protective position. “I wouldn’t Sean! If you cover them up, I have to put you on report. You know the rules.” I quickly withdrew my hands and wobbled back and forth, groaning in pain with tears in my eyes as I tried to regain my composure. I will say nothing had deflated an erection as quickly as that hit did.

That first night was very awkward for me, and, I’m sure my fellow ‘crewmates’. George and I kind of choked at the idea that we would have to share a bed while sleeping completely naked. Our keepers, Angie, and, in George’s case, Julie stood at the doorway of our cabin as we climbed in together. Each of us tried very hard not to make physical contact with the other. It must have been apparent to Julie. “Okay sheets down and each of you on your back.” She barked. “Do it, or I’ll put you on report and you both know what that will mean.” We sat up and peeled the sheets down past our feet, then lay back with our hands to our sides. Though we were flaccid when we got in bed, our penises slowly adjusted to the recognition that we were on display and helpless. Momentarily we both were laying there with our poles fully extended. Angie and Julie were both smiling at the sight.

“Sean, I think George’s peepee needs to be stroked. You need to feel him up. Get busy.”

“Like that’s going to happen,” I spouted in defiance.

“Angie, I want Sean put on report for failing to follow an order.”

Coyly, Angie produced a report form and began filling it out.

Julie then spouted, “You’re going to regret your smart mouth, Sean. You’ll be the first to get a taste of my belt. Now, I’m going to say it again. Grab George’s wiener and start playing with it. George spread your legs.”

For fear of further retribution, I complied by grabbing his throbbing penis. It felt about as big around as one of those pencils we used in Kindergarten only with a soft cover on it. I tugged slightly and began rubbing my hand up and down the hard shaft.

“He’s got balls too. Don’t forget them.” This girl was brutal.

I cradled his wrinkled ball sack as best I could and gently kneaded the contents hoping that would satisfy the bitch. George just laid there in silence but watching my every move as best he could.

“Enough Sean.” I felt relief that my fondling session was over. But, I was wrong. “Now, suck on his dick. Put it in your mouth and suck it.”

“Look Julie, rubbing it was bad enough. I’m not going to put another boy’s penis in my mouth.” A guy has his limits and she’d found mine.

“Angie write another report form on Sean. He’s going to be sore tomorrow. I guarantee it.”

“I’m going to give you one more chance to suck his dick or I’ll call Miss Stoddard down here right now. I’d say you better get at it.”

George spoke up, “I don’t need him to do that.”

“Who’s asking you George? You’d better keep your mouth shut or I’ll put you on report as well.” Angie still hadn’t said a word. She just stood there as an adjutant to little ‘Miss Second Mate’. “Sean, put his wiener in your mouth and suck it.”

George tried to rescue me again, “Don’t worry Sean, I won’t tell anyone. You better do as she says or she’ll kill you tomorrow night.”

Both girls stood silently awaiting our performance. Resentfully, I took George’s boner in hand and looked down at his pink glans. I stared momentarily and bent forward engulfing the tip in my mouth.

“Put it all the way in, Sean. Not just the tip.”

My lips moved down his shaft. I could feel the tip rubbing against the roof of my mouth as it progressed further down my throat.

“Angie, go get your camera. We’ll want to remember this. In fact, Sean’s mother might enjoy it too.”

Angie, who hadn’t said a word since this all began, just put down the report pad and went to retrieve a camera. I gently sucked on George’s phallus hoping upon hope the kid didn’t pee. I had no idea then, nor did he, that had he been older pee would have been the least of my worries. Luckily he wasn’t old enough to shoot a wad. Regardless George groaned in pleasure a few times before Angie returned handing Julie the camera. She must have taken at least thirty or forty pictures of the session. She took close-ups of my lips encasing his penis, more distant shots of my erection while I engulfed my bunkmate’s penis and more.

“Now move up the shaft and bite his tip when you remove before it passes your lips and then you can lay back.” At her invitation, I moved up the penis and gently but firmly bit down at the cleft between the shaft and glans. George yelled in pain and fright.

“George, you get to do it to him now. Get busy. Play with it and then swallow it.” George started doing to me what I had just finished having to do to him. I’m not going to lie, it felt good. My penis hardened so much it felt like the head was going to just pop off. My erection had stretched to at least five inches and if we had a ruler, I’d bet closer to six. Julie started recording the whole thing with her camera.

“Angie, doesn’t making these guy do this in front of us make you hot?”

“I guess so,” the quiet Hispanic girl replied.

“What would YOU like to watch them do to each other? I mean after George does some sucking.”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, you’ll learn. It’ll take a while and you’ll come up with something. George, suck it.”

I felt his warm wet mouth engulfing my penis. Because of my length, he wasn’t able to get it all in.

“All the way in George,” Julie coached.

He tried and his gag reflex kicked in. She had to be satisfied with three quarters in. Regardless it did feel good to me to have him suck on it. I’d never had someone do that to me before. Though I wasn’t shooting anything, my raging hard-on and his sucking combined to give me a pleasure I hadn’t experienced before. After a minute or two, a huge tingling sensation raged through my groin, I grabbed each side of his head, and my ass lifted out the bed as I shoved my penis in as far as I could. Then, I fell back to the sheets breathing heavily. I’d had a dry orgasm.

Angie spoke spontaneously with her eyes wide opened, “What was that?”

“Oh we found something you like to see, huh, Angie?” Julie was happy with the show, “Hold on. Let me make sure I got all of it. Thank God I had it on video. We need to send this to both mothers, don’t you think?”

Angie just nodded affirmatively.

“First, I want to show it to Miss Stoddard and maybe the Captain. Incredible! Look Angie I have it all and it’s sharp and clear.” Julie was excited and definitely acting less aggressive.

“Okay boys, good night. I want you cuddled together. Come on wrap your arms around each other and give each other a good night kiss. Let’s go.”

George and I wrapped our arms around each other making sure our penises and ball sacks were far from making contact. I gave him a peck on the cheek and he reciprocated.

“Oh come on, boys. You call that a kiss? Do it again lips to lips and make it a long one. We’ll have you Frenching each other by the end of the week.” We complied just to get them to leave us as quickly as possible. The lip contact was too weird for me as it wasn’t too long ago we kissed all of our relatives on the lips when they arrived or left from a visit. But, it was a bit weird tasting the sweetness of George’s saliva, and I’m sure it was the same for him. Of course that was recorded too. I just couldn’t believe my mother would like to see all this forced homosexual contact. I knew Dad would rethink his camp choice. I’ll bet he didn’t know this would be happening.

“Oh, and, from now on when I say cuddle I want those little boy things rubbing up against each other too. I want you to make a dick and ball sandwich. Just keep that in mind for tomorrow night.”

Before they left I asked if we could cover with the sheets. Before Julie could make life more miserable Angie spouted, “Yes, go ahead.” I didn’t need another report going in for the following night. I was sure the Captain would side with me on at least one of the situations.

Skipping ahead, the following night after dinner it was announced there would be a Captain’s Mast that evening. What that meant was there were crewmates who were on report. Guess who. Yep, it was me over that ordeal the night before. I was the only one and unfortunately I was going to be the example. I’d have given a month’s allowance betting Joey would have been the first, but noooo. It had to be me.

That night we were anchored off Beaufort, North Carolina. It had the fame of being Black Beard’s home port. As we entered the harbor, we boys were gathered on the bow hands behind our back, legs spread, and erect penises point outward for all to see. Joey was momentarily dismissed from formation to drop the anchor about a hundred feet off shore from the tourist shopping district. People on the outdoor patios of the restaurants were all glued to the “cute naked little boys” as they dined.

We ate aboard the boat. Luckily we arrived too late for the girls to walk us down the main street for all to examine.

That night the mast was scheduled for after dinner. In the gathering room my ‘trial’, if you want to call it that, took place. My lack of cooperation with the demands of Julie was thoroughly reviewed. Angie was called to be a witness. Basically she agreed with Julie’s rendition. I’d balked at rubbing George’s boy parts and out and out refused to do the oral session until I was written up. Stoddard played the role of prosecutor and insisted that I should be the example for the other boys. The Captain agreed and set the sentence at fifteen stripes with the belt. She wanted the sentence carried out on deck so the tourists at the various restaurants could enjoy it.

“Enjoy it!” Who in the hell would enjoy watching a nude boy get his ass striped? Apparently a lot of folks.

I was already shedding tears as I was taken out to the aft deck. The other boys were assembled in the usual formation and the girls assumed positions long either rail. Captain Carolyn and Stoddard stood on the roof of the main cabin. There was a chair directly in front of them. I was scared to death. You could see people dining on the open air deck glued to the boat and I’m sure wondering what was going on. It was obvious the fifty to hundred diners within view weren’t conversing they were watching us.

“Angie, come up here, Honey.”

She followed Stoddard’s direction. She was then seated in the chair facing aft.

“Sean, now you.” I climbed up with them. “Put one hand on this side of the chair back and the other over here.” She pointed at the other side of the chair. I did as I was told. “Angie grab his boy parts and tighten up you grip.” I felt her small hands grab my shaft which now was beginning to harden again. “His ball sack too, Angie.” I felt her cupping my balls. “Now, Julie is going to whip him with the belt. You have to hold him in place. Understand?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” came the tiny voice response.

“Julie, here’s the strap. You are to hit him hard. You can hit his ass and the upper part of the back of his legs. Each time you need to leave a red or pink stripe. I think you should count to ten between each swing, okay?”

Julie was excited to be in such a position. Her response was in an excited voice. “Okay!”

I looked to the shore side and noticed there were very few of the public audience who wondered what was going to happen. They were not eating. They were staring right at the boat.

“You may begin, Julie.”

The belt whooshed on its way to the target, followed by a snap and immediate sharp pain coming from the back of my legs. I lunged forward my eyes watered up. I could hear her counting. Another whoosh, snap and searing paid just north of my hole. Again, I lurched and this time grunted in pain. Again, in a rather happy tone Julie counted to ten. Another sharp pain coming from my ass cheeks followed. By the fifth such stripe my ass was warming up. I was hot and sore. The belting continued. On the eighth or ninth I began crying and shouting threats. With that I was cautioned by Stoddard to “watch my mouth”. It was hard to not yell at them, but I was not in a position to challenge her remark.

By the twelfth stripe I was crying uncontrollably. It hurt beyond anything I’d suffered to that time. Three more just amplified my discomfort and weeping. After she finished Angie was told she could let go. I fell to the deck and balled my body into the fetal position and continued to cry. What I do remember about that night was the round of applause that came from those on shore after Julie had finished warming me up. I guess they assumed it was about time we went back to the old fashioned discipline model where boys got their asses warmed up for misbehavior. It was evident they loved it.

Everyone onboard left me there to compose myself and returned to the gathering room. After fifteen or twenty minutes of my bare ass being exposed to the general public on shore, I rose and went below with the rest of them. There were a few more claps and whistles and some yelling about “behave yourself, Buddy!” from the diners as I came down the ladder.

Down below, the Captain addressed the group, “Boys, I want all of you to examine Sean’s backside. Each of you put your hands on his rear end and feel how warm it is.” They all did as instructed. Most made passing comments about the damage and the “hotness” of my rear end. All the while I was still sniffling back the snot from my runny nose and occasionally wiping the tears which were still falling across my face.

“If you think you don’t have to do what these young ladies tell you, remember what you saw here today.” The Captain warned.

Our next port of call was in the Dominican Republic. For me it was the most memorable and perhaps the most frightening of our stops. We anchored off shore in a small cove. The Captain and Joey lowered the skiff, lifeboat, or whatever you want to call it, into the water. The girls were dressed in their bathing suits, Miss Stoddard was in shorts and a t-shirt. We, as always were completely naked, save for our sandals and ball caps.

The Captain oriented us, “Boys we’re going in to shore. We’ll be there for four or five hours. Don’t feel self-conscious. Here in the Republic most little boys swim and often walk the streets nude. You’ll fit right in. You will let the other beachgoers take photos of you and, if asked, to feel you packages. You keepers make sure it happens.”

When we got to shore the beach was sparsely populated. There were only adult couples out sunning themselves and, surprisingly, no one seemed overly interested in the naked preteen boys.

“Sean, Angie, over here!” Stoddard summoned us. We stood before her, “We have a list to restock the galley. You two will come with me into town to get the supplies.” I immediately felt the rush of blood to my head. I was nude and expected to parade around town in the altogether. Town, where most everyone would be wearing something kids or not. Then to make matters worse, Stoddard continued. She handed Angie a data disk, “Bring this with us. It has all the photos and videos we’ve taken up til now. Philippe, the man who owns the store is a pedophile. He loves when we come to town because we swap these disks for supplies. He just sells the photos and videos to others worldwide. Don’t want to scare you Sean but he loves naked little white boys. He’s especially intrigued with circumcised penises, so your body should bring us some extra supplies. Don’t worry I won’t let him fuck you. Oh he’ll ask, but he knows we won’t allow it. But, he will be able to diddle your little fiddle there while we shop.”

“What does that mean?” Now I was scared.

“He will play with your dick and balls while we shop. He may take some pictures as well. Just relax nobody knows who you are. Just let him have some fun. I promise he won’t be allowed to screw you or make you play with his stuff. You’ll be fine.”

I was allowed to wear my sandals and ball cap as we strolled toward town. All I could keep wondering was where are all these other boys who were supposed to be walking the streets without pants. All the boys we passed my age, older, and younger wore shorts. In fact, most local kids pointed at my package made a remark to their friends and laughed. Many tourists wearing those floppy banana picker hats stopped to take a photo of me, sometimes they asked Angie to stand at my side. I was finding it hard to shed the erection as the public exposure made me feel hornier. But I kept telling myself, each tourist who wanted to take photos of “that naked little boy and his sister” slowed down the eventual arrival to Philippe’s store, a place I was not anxious to see.

When we arrived at the store, I tried unsuccessfully to swallow the lump in my throat. Stoddard held the door for Angie and me to enter. Almost immediately a very skinny black man with dread locks approached us with his eyes solidly fixed on my penis. He greeted us speaking with a native accent, “Ohhh, my, my, Miss Stoddard. What you bring to Philippe today?”

“Hi, Philippe, this is Sean and this is Angie.” He still hadn’t moved his gaze from me. Then he reached down and cradled my erect penis in the palm of his hand. “My, my, you are pretty boy. How did you grow this big?” I couldn’t answer. Fear had taken a strong hold of me.

“Here is a disk of our boys on this trip, Philippe. I think you’ll like it. Lots of photos of the boys feeling each other and some with mouth action. How about you reviewing the disk and letting me know what you’ll pay me for it.”

“Oh, Miss Stoddard, I trust you. I’ll give you maximum pay sight unseen. I need to become friends with this boy. I don’t want to spend my time looking at pictures.” Frankly I didn’t want to “make friends” with him. He scared me.

Stoddard and Angie grabbed and old rusted shopping cart and began shopping. Philippe still holding my penis pulled me toward the stool he was sitting on. After fondling my butt cheeks for a minute, he picked me up and seated me facing the shelves with my legs draped to either side of his lap. He immediately reached around my waist and began stroking my penis and ball sack. It wasn’t long before he curved his finger into my hole and began fumbling around. I got a bit more frightened as Stoddard hadn’t mentioned the rectal exam.

“Boy, you are so beautiful. Your skin is so smooth and firm.” He tickled my anus with his index finger, “Would you let Philippe put his dick in here?”

I shouted “No.” I was squirming in discomfort as I looked frantically for Stoddard. I didn’t see her or which aisle she was shopping in, but thankfully she must have heard him and shouted a warning.

“Philippe you know the rules. Keep it in your pants. Touch him but that’s all.”

“I know Miss Stoddard, I know, but he is sooooo beautiful. I’m hard as coral down here. You know I can get much money for naked white boys. This one could make you especially rich. You just leave him with me for the evening and I make you rich. Hey, how about you leave him and pick him up when you come back.”

She came to the end of one of the aisles and looked right at him with a conniving smile, “Philippe, I know you’re horny, but these kids’ parents are paying for them to be on this cruise. We promised them we’d allow touch but not fuck, when we signed them up. You want us to lose our license? Then there’d be no more pretty white boys for you to play with. Just be happy you can play with him while we shop.”

With a devious smile he continued, “You could say he was kidnapped.” Now, this guy had me in a complete panic. He wasn’t going to let it go. It was hard to tell if he was serious or just playing with Stoddard. There was, however, no doubt in my mind if Stoddard gave her blessing, I’d be sexually brutalized by this guy and the customers of his side business. He grabbed my penis and bent it upward to look at the urethra, “This would be a handle I could hold on while I put my hard penis in your hole, boy!” He chuckled deviously.

“Philippe don’t talk to him like that. And, don’t you dare put his hand on your penis, either. You keep it in your pants or we won’t stop here on the way back.”

“Will you bring this one when you come back?”

“Yes, if you give us some groceries when we do.”

“It is a deeeaaalll.”

This kind of dialog continued for about thirty minutes while Stoddard and Angie shopped. I was getting tired of this guy playing with my stuff, but what could I do? Then relief. The females approached the register.

“Okay, Philippe, party time is over. Come check us out. No, on second thought give it a minute, let Angie take some photos of you holding him. Philippe put your hand around it.” His skinny fingers wrapped around my shaft, he smiled and Angie took four or five photos. “Okay we’ll send one of those to his mother. She’ll love it. Now, how about figuring out our bill.”

The store owner released his hold on my erection and said, “And, one to old Philippe too.” Stoddard agreed and then he turned me around and planted a solid kiss on my lips. “I love you, Boy!” I wanted to wipe the kiss off and spit to clean my mouth but I was worried what he’d do if I did. Even my father didn’t kiss me like that anymore.

“How bout I give you the store for that boy?” Philippe continued to attempt to barter. Stoddard knew he was kidding, but I sure didn’t. I was totally scared.

“Afraid not. Tell you what, Philippe, when we come back I’ll bring all four boys. If you want to ‘sell’ some feeling time to some of your interested customers we’ll let them play while we shop.”

“Deeeal. I want him again though. He’s mine.”

“Fine. How much do we owe you?”

“Let me see. How about ten dollars U.S.?”

I must admit there was a lot of food in the carts. I know from shopping with my mother that a similar amount of groceries back home would run well over a hundred and fifty dollars.

“Fair enough. Sean, come and help with the bags. Angie you take the lighter ones. Let Sean carry the heavier ones.”

“Miss Stoddard why don’t you take one of our carts. You can have this boy bring it back. You can send him alone, I’ll make sure he gets back to the boat.”

“Nice try Philippe. I’ll take the cart and you can send one of your little boy prostitutes down to get it off the beach. How about that?”

“Okay, Miss Stoddard. You win.”

“And so does Sean.”

God, I was grateful for Stoddard’s support. I never felt so relieved as I did leaving that creepy guy in that creepy store.

Back aboard the boat after a rather embarrassing day on the beach, we went to bed without harassment from the girls. That was welcomed. I for one had been harassed enough for one day.

When we awoke the next morning, George had his left leg draped over my legs. His flaccid penis was pressed against my bare butt cheeks. George quickly removed the leg and sarcastically let out a “EEEEWWWWW”. I playfully hit him and said, “Keep off me you homo.” Then the two of us laughed it off. It was then we noticed Angie had been photographing the pose before we awoke. She had a devilish grin on her face. For the first time since she boarded Angie spoke spontaneously, “Now, that was cute you guys.”

That morning we headed south.

(The End)