Triangle Sailing Camp 7

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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 7—The Cutting

By, Running Bare

The trip up the western coast of South America took a few days. I can honestly say until we arrived at Nuqui, Columbia there was nothing out of the ordinary. Stoddard and the “keepers” continued to run us through the usual oral and anal explorations of each other. The only ones who really continued to object were those who were ordered to suck Joey. Seems none of us liked the idea of swallowing his seed. That said I did kind of find it enjoyable when I had to give him a hand job. They’d usually make him assume the “frog” position, and if we hadn’t been given a pill that day, I had to play with his thing until it stretched to its hardest position. Then after just a few seconds of stroking the head of his dick, it would erupt shooting semen sometimes two or three feet in the air. Rather than having to “swallow it” I would just watch it land on his belly or even up around his face. It was only during the last leg of the trip up the coast Stoddard started making one of us lick him clean. Now, that was disgusting, but, luckily, that chore usually went to one of the younger boys.

The pills weren’t dispensed to us unless we were pulling into a public area like a marina or when we had to leave the boat to explore the surrounding area. As a result, our dicks were often flaccid as we’d grown used to being exposed in front of each other and the girls. My ball sack started to loosen the further we went into warmer areas. The bag would drape itself over my balls so they were pronounced. Joey was showing the same tendency.   George and Jake were much less so, but then their tight little bags weren’t quite as large as ours.

As we pulled into a slip just south of Nuqui we were assembled as usual along the deck with our hard penises proudly exposed to onlookers and bobbing with the movement of the boat. Joey and I had to get the lines. Assembled on the dock were several girls our age dressed in what we guessed were native costumes.   They were wearing plain brown loose fitting dresses that came down to their ankles and necklaces which appeared to be strung shells. Truthfully they were very peaceful looking. The three grown women who were accompanying them were similarly attired.

Stoddard started to explain “Boys, these girls are your age mates. They represent a very primitive tribe who used to inhabit this area. They were very aggressive toward strangers. Their mothers and grandmothers with them brought them here to give you and the girls a little history of the area. Please welcome them aboard.   Angie, you can help the Captain and me interpret for the boys, but first our boy crew needs to spread their legs with their hands behind their heads. We want to give our guests free access to our boys’ penises and testicles.”

Then the women motioned to the eight or nine young girls on the dock to board the boat. Immediately our “guests” began pulling on our dicks and fingering our ball sacks. They smiled and bantered in Spanish as they fingered us. For some reason they seemed very interested in our balls. Oh yeah, they played with our erections and were intrigued with our clean heads, but they spent an inordinate amount of time fingering our scrotums and manipulating the contents. They’d lightly pinch each gonad and say something to their elders and all would laugh. I found myself wondering what they were saying that caused so much giggling.

You want to talk scared? As I stood there with an eleven or twelve year old girl fingering my balls, one of her leaders handed her a primitive looking knife with a curved blade. The kid smiled and took the implement. She immediately pressed it against the base of my scrotum. The sharpness of the blade was definitely apparent by the slight pinch I felt in my scrotum. I wasn’t alone the other boys were experiencing the same trauma at the hands of one or another of our visitors. They smiled at their elders and Stoddard as if to ask, “Now?”

Stoddard explained, “These girls are learning about their tribal heritage. One of the things they used to do was, after invading enemy encampments, the men and boys of their tribe used to round up all the young boys of the captive tribe and have the women and girls of their tribe cut the boys scrotums and testicles off. After the boys were neutered they were allowed to return to their own villages less those parts of their bodies. This was to prevent the enemy tribes from reproducing and keep the males from becoming more aggressive. Do any of you know what lamb fries are?”   Stoddard was gloating as she told us this. No one answered probably because none of us had ever heard to lamb fries. “How about mountain oysters?”

Unbelievably, Bethany, of all people, spouted out, “Bull balls. My Grandpa eats them.”

Stoddard went on, “Exactly. Lamb fries were the testicles of young sheep. They are fried and eaten by some people.”

“Well the women and girls of this tribe take the boys’ balls and cook them and feed them to the young boys of their village. Tribal members believe it is a way to strengthen their male children’s manhood. What you might consider as ‘chicos fritos bolas’ or fried boy balls.” The girls holding our scrotums at knife point chuckled at the Spanish part. We didn’t understand what was being said, but then I’m sure they didn’t understand the English part. The women with them also laughed. It was ominous and scary. “They are here to practice this rite on you boys. Before you get all upset, your parents have signed off on this.   We are told by the women the knives are sharp and there shouldn’t be much pain involved. They also want to have us join them in their village for the ceremonial cooking of your testicles so you can see how it is done. It’s a real learning experience.”

Shit, Stoddard was serious and the keepers were expressing a mixture of eagerness to watch with a touch of horror on their faces. Not one of them moved to intervene or question the process. I really think they were excited to watch us get cut.

The longer I stood there, I felt the kid’s knife being pressed harder against my upper thigh and could feel the sharp blade pressing more and more tightly against the bottom of my scrotum.   She was firmly pulling up on my penis to get it out of the way. I was beginning to fear this might be the ominous surprise Stoddard had in mind. They were going to castrate us.

One of the women with them spoke in Spanish. She rambled a bit. Angie smiled as she spoke and Stoddard interpreted. “The Chief’s wife said not to worry about it. All these girls will remove is your balls and the sack. They won’t cut your penises off. They are very good at doing it.” Okay now we were petrified. I could hear Jake crying. The rest of us, though not audible, had tears rolling down our cheeks.   As the old woman rambled on Angie grimaced and shuttered. Stoddard continued to deliver the message, “She said they would be cooking your testicles and because you are guests and not really enemies they would be honored for you to eat your own after they are prepared by the girls back at the village.” We would have struggled to free ourselves but the blades were so tight any movement would have definitely resulted in the immediate loss of our boyhoods. I could feel by the notably increased pressure of the blade and heavier pull on my penis, the girl was readying for the order to cut them off. “She says you won’t be able to eat the sack though. They will treat it with sea salt and make a jerky out of it. It won’t be ready by the time we leave.   She says the boys of their village will be given the jerky to eat as a tribute to their manhood.”

The standoff continued. I don’t know about my crewmates, but if that kid pushed that knife even a little bit tighter it would complete the job. The tears of fright continued to roll down my face.   A quick scan of the area my crewmates showed I wasn’t alone. The other boys were in notable states of panic. I just hoped the whole thing would be over quickly. It felt like my scrotum was being severed as the woman continued to speak.   Stoddard interpreted, “She says it looks like someone already cut some jerky off your penises, so she won’t let the girls cut your balls off this time, but if you return they will. You’ve apparently given enough to satisfy the elders when your parents had your circumcised. Each of you needs to thank your mothers and fathers for having your foreskin removed. Otherwise these girls would have been compelled to take a whole lot more.” The women and native girls laughed and one of the other women shouted something to the girls. Each handed her knife back to one of their chaperones. I can honestly say that was a relief.

Angie was actually laughing. I spouted, “That wasn’t funny.”

Like I said she was becoming more like Julie, who, by the way, was also laughing, every day.

Then Julie had to make things worse, “Miss Stoddard, couldn’t we let them cut one of the boys? I’d like to see what their balls look like. I mean let’s let them cut Sean’s ball sack off and we can all see what they look like. Maybe we could have these girls cook them for us so we could taste them too.”

To my relief Stoddard smiling just replied, “Maybe some other time, Julie.   We’ve had our fun.”

George being George mentioned to Stoddard, “You were just fooling. They really didn’t do that to boys from other villages, huh, Miss Stoddard?”

“Yes, George they did. They used to do that to humiliate the people of the neighboring villages. And, George, I was ready to really let them do it to you boys, if that’s what they wanted to do.”

The Captain smirked at Stoddard, “Yes, George they used to do that, but they haven’t done that for many years. I’m sure the older woman, you know the Chief’s wife, has actually seen it done and done it herself when she was young. But, they stopped doing that. Civilization has caught up to them. Look at it this way, at least they didn’t kill the boys from other villages some tribes did—men, women and children. So you would be lucky if they invaded your village at least you’d still be alive. You wouldn’t have some of your boy parts, but you’d be alive.   So really it wasn’t a joke.”

We left the boat and went with the women and girls to a small ram shackled village. We were all given our pill prior to going so our peckers were standing at attention and bobbing with each step we took unless, like me, we had some tribal girls pulling us by our penis. As we approached the first shack, children encircled us and were not shy about fondling our genitals. Many of the kids were completely nude. Boys and girls and often women took pleasure in feeling our parts. I must say they weren’t too rough in their touch, but it was apparent the little boys were most intrigued with our ball sacks and their contents. Knowing the history of their tribe, we were a bit uncomfortable with attention to those parts. The girls and women kind of took in the whole package but spent more time manhandling our hard penises. It was a visit to remember. There was a feeling of being scared about the possibilities and at the same time having curiosity about the village.

I was grabbed by the arm by a woman who vigorously rubbed my penis. Then she took me to a boy who I think was my age. She pushed my hand down to his uncut appendage which was also stiff. (It’s important to remember, all of us were circumcised as were the boys back home that we shared the locker rooms and pools with. Seeing a wrapped penis head was novel to all us until this trip. We just assumed boys were born with penises structured like ours.) The wet, bulbous head to his penis was peeking out the top of the foreskin collar surrounding it. She positioned my hand around his penis and smiled at me while mimicking a stroking action. I gathered she wanted me to masturbate the kid. He just stood there smiling and pushed his penis forward by thrusting his hips out. Meanwhile a group of little kids, mostly girls gathered to watch the process. I shook my head indicating “no”. I wasn’t about to jerk the kid off. The woman got an angry look on her face as she grabbed mine and rubbed it back and forth to demonstrate what she wanted me to do to her son.

Stoddard came over to see what was going on.

“She wants me to rub his dick. I don’t want to.”

Big mistake. Stoddard said, “Look at all these people. They want you to show some gratitude for their hospitality and so do I.” The woman interrupted placing my hand on the kid’s hardened dick and making the motion again. Stoddard responded in Spanish. Then they rattled a conversation bantering back and forth. The woman smiled broadly and held her hand up to her mouth covering the gaping spaces left by her premature loss of teeth. The children were laughing and jumping with excitement. The nude boy stood there smiling. “She told me you refused to jerk the kid off.”

“I did. I’m not going to do that to some kid I don’t know.” Actually, I wouldn’t want to have sex play with any kid I didn’t know much less jerk him off.

“Well I told her since you didn’t want to rub it, you could suck on it. That’s what you get for being an ungrateful guest. So, get at it. And, don’t you stop until he has an orgasm, understand?”

I remember thinking this kid was the same age as Joey and me. Though there was no hair, I was concerned he might be at Joey’s developmental level and would deposit a load in my mouth. That and his dick was dirty too. No telling what kind of diseases he had living on him.

“Tell her I’ll rub it like she wanted.”

Stoddard was quick to respond, “Oh that ship sailed and you missed it. Now you have to hop on this one. Suck the kid’s dick.”

I felt a tear roll down my right cheek. “Can you make him wash it first?”

“What and further insult them? Hell no. Put the kid’s dick in your mouth. Look all these people are expecting a good show. Now do it or maybe I’ll let them practice that castration thing. You know let them cut your balls off and eat them. Take your pick.” I wanted to kick the shit out of Stoddard, but that was an on-going feeling we all shared that summer. I couldn’t tell whether she’d let them castrate me or not, but I wouldn’t put it past her.

I knelt down and put the kid’s brown, dirt covered, hardened penis in my mouth. With that, those watching made the universal “ooooo” noise mingled with laughter. The boy thrust further forward and joined in the laughter. I could taste the dirt mixed with what I now know was his natural lubricant. It tasted bad, but less disgusting than I had imagined.

After a few minutes, the kid’s hips thrust forward shoving the head of his hard-on down the back of my throat.   He pressed my head into his pubis three times and let out a breath of relief. Lucky for me, he didn’t shoot any contents. I thought my troubles were over as I pulled away, but Stoddard had different ideas. She grabbed me and pulled me over to what appeared to be an old sawhorse.

“Julie, give old Sean here about ten for insulting our guests.” She handed her the strap she carried in her tote wherever we went.

I started to cry and plead. “Please Miss Stoddard, I did what you said. Why do you have to do this to me? I did what you said.”

“I shouldn’t have had to be called into it. You should have done what the lady over there told you to do in the first place. Bend over the bench.”   She patted the sawhorse.

“I’ll do whatever they tell me. I don’t need a whipping. Please.”

She rolled her eyes and pulled me by the arm over the bench. “Boys, hold him down.” They did and Julie commenced whipping my ass in front of an audience of what seemed to be hundreds. The initial snap of the strap drove me forward. My audience of at least a hundred clapped and cheered in obvious enjoyment. After three I began squirming trying desperately to free myself from the boys who were holding me. The crowd shouted in Spanish and laughed. My crewmates knew as did I that if they let go or I got free they would also pay a price bent over the bench. As Julie finished the boys loosened their hold on me. Sobbing uncontrollably, I rose and tried to rub my now welted ass to give it some comfort.

“Oh no Sean, let these folks feel your ass. You just bend back over the bench and spread your feet so they can feel. And spread those legs so your hole is plainly visible. Understand?”

I slowly bent back over the bench and spread my legs as wide apart as I could. All I can say is dozens of hands rubbed my striped backside. Many fingers wandered to my hole. Some entered. As I stood there bent over, crying, I remember thinking about all those filthy fingers exploring the rim and often being stuck into my hole. Almost humorously, I thought, “dirty dicks in one end and dirty fingers in the other”--funny now, but not then.

Everything, and I mean everything, that happened to me that day was recorded in video and still photographs for sharing with folks back home. There was one particular still of that kid with the knife pressed under my balls. She was facing the camera and smiling, and, of course, I was not smiling. I definitely had a panicked expression on my face as did the photos of the other boys. Not to mention the photos and video of me sucking the native kid’s dick that Stoddard took. The beating was recorded as was the parade of folks feeling me up after the beating. I wasn’t off the mark in predicting the expected e-mail commentary from home.

“WTF Dude, what is that kid doing with the knife? Was she going to cut your balls off? Man, I would have shit right there, if some cannibal looking kid had a knife to my beans and frank. I hope she didn’t follow through with it. My mother said, if she did, you’d be ‘singing soprano in the choir the rest of your life’. I asked her what that meant. Did you know they used to cut the balls off some choir boys in Europe, so their voices never changed?   She said they called them castrati, because cutting their balls off was called castrating. They did it right up until not too long ago. Can you imagine some rough looking man talking like a girl? Pretty funny, huh. Hope it ain’t you, Dude. They made you suck some native kid’s dick too? Yikes! The guys are going to have fun with all of this new stuff. You’re going to have some splaining to do when you come home especially if your balls are gone.   Later, Dude. Tony.”

He can laugh his ass off. I know his mother is considering sending him to this camp next year. I’m definitely not going. I mean it. I’ll run away from home and live on the streets before I go through this shit again. But if his mother sends him to Triangle next year, I’ll be on the other end of the e-mail and revenge is sweet.

“Tony, it wasn’t funny—that whole knife and balls thing. It was scary. You never know what these girls will let other people do to you, but it isn’t funny. They could have cut them off. Then, Stoddard told us they’d cook them and eat them. That whole choir boy thing sounded kind of phony to me, so I Googled it. Damn, they actually used to do that. It makes that whole knife thing even more scary. Just think, a dick sticking out but no ball sack. Man, that would look really weird. Tell your Mom they stopped doing that over a hundred years ago. That’s hardly ‘recently’.

As far as blowing that kid, you may or may not have seen the beating my ass took for not wanting to do it. But I got both. I had to suck his dick and then got beaten for not doing it without complaining. The whole thing came down right in front of all those people. I just wish you and the other guys were able to take this trip too. Then your asses would know how bad it is. Don’t laugh. When the other parents hear about it, some of you guys might be on the next voyage. Then the laughs will be mine. Later, Sean.”

Next up was Dad. I knew he’d be a little pissed at the things they did and made me do.

“Hi Son, It looks like they put you through some pretty scary times there. Miss Stoddard explained the whole thing when she sent the pics. We guys kind of cringe looking at thinking about that kind of thing. I’ll bet you and the boys were frightened. Rest assured your mother and I wouldn’t send you off, if cutting your boyhood was part of the process. We just want you to feel comfortable with exposing your body.   We’d never agree to let someone do permanent harm to you. But, it was funny, when you think about it. Does Miss Stoddard do a lot of practical joking?

She sent the video of you blowing some young Indian boy. I can’t say I approve, but I’d feel a whole lot more upset if you seemed to be enjoying it. She told us he wasn’t shooting wads yet, thank God. At least you get some idea of the traditions of different cultures on this trip. I’m anxious to hear the recap of your summer when you come home. Love, Dad.”

What in the hell is that supposed to mean. First, he’s on board with making me blow some other kid? What the hell kind of attitude is that for a father? He says he and Mom wouldn’t send me into anything that could cause permanent harm? What does he think this whole summer fling is doing to us? I could just imagine Stoddard letting that kid cut my balls off and acting like it happened when she wasn’t there. You know, just kind of excusing such a thing because some “South American savage kid got out of control”. Face it, you wouldn’t trust her either. And, if she did let them cut them off, what do my parents think they could do? Glue them back on?

“Hi Dad, Please, please just fly me home. I can’t take this anymore. I’ll stay naked anywhere you and Mom want. I’ll let whoever wants feel me up and take pictures of me naked. I promise. Just let me come home. Was that kid with the knife the surprise you and Mom said Stoddard had for us? Please, please get me out of here. Love, Sean”

I knew the plea would fall on deaf eyes, but there was no sense not asking. I was sure my mother would like the implication that my over modesty was finally being broken.   But, at that time, I would have stayed nude when and wherever and let whoever wanted play with my stuff, if they’d only let me come home. I was getting desperate.

Just when I thought things couldn’t get much more humiliating, Mom’s e-mail really frosted me.

“Hi Honey, I love what I’m seeing and hearing from Angie. You have grown so much in your character having spent so much time nude in front of all these people.   Heck, even here I bump into parents and others who have seen your naked photos on my Facebook page. You’re pretty famous.

Sean, there is something I need to tell you about so there are no surprise when you get home.    Mrs. Gordon, Joey’s mom, and I have become quite close. We meet at a coffee shop in town and talk about the wonderful things this Camp has done for both of you boys.   One of the things we have really bragged about is the reports from Miss Stoddard about your behavioral improvements. She actually wrote both of us and told us you two were by no means difficult to manage. We, of course, wanted to know the secret and she said it was “a heavy belt, liberally applied to their bare backsides” which did the trick. Both Mrs. Gordon and I asked Miss Stoddard to make the video files of you guys getting whipped available to the principals and teachers at your schools. She happily did so.

Daddy and I went up to the school and told your principal and teachers they were to use the strap on your naked bottom whenever they felt you need it. They were all in awe with the videos of you getting your backside whipped. Miss Gillette was especially impressed with the severity of the spankings. She also was impressed with your very sizeable and well-tanned penis. Dad left a heavy leather strap at the school. He said they’d probably buy a light belt and that wouldn’t do the trick, so he got a very heavy piece of leather for them. We even had the attorney draw up papers that exempted them from any liability for bruises and welts they might inflict.   I know you probably won’t like that we did that, but it should keep you in line at school. Besides, if you behave yourself (better than you have) and do what you’re told without smart mouthing, it won’t ever happen.

Joey’s mom isn’t so sure he won’t get it a lot at school. He must be a real handful. Anyway, glad I got that off my chest.

Who was that little girl who wanted to cut your scrotum? That must have been a little scary. Anyway, the girls kept you safe.   Love, Mom.”

Oh shit, that was it. Now the school was on board with beating my ass whenever they wanted to. I’m sure Joey’s mom didn’t tell him what they’ve been up to. I decided to break it to him and did that very evening. He didn’t seem to care much. All he said was, “Oh yeah, well fuck ‘em. They ain’t gonna beat my ass.” Tough talk for a twelve year old.

Nothing was there from Cindy. I wondered why and hoped it wasn’t that she was tired of me.

Later that evening the Captain addressed the group, “Boys, we have the e-mail addresses of each of the kids in your last class at school as well as all of your past teachers and those you’ve been assigned to next year. There are also relatives and family friends your parents have identified. What you have to do for your next task is collect some photos taken during the trip and take a bunch of selfies of your erections and full bodies. The girls will lend you their cameras. You can use the mirrors on the gathering deck. They will be uploaded to a transfer site by you and you will send the address to the site to all of those on your parent and school provided e-mail addresses, so they can download them. The text accompanying your nude photos will include the text, ‘I wanted you to see me naked so I have uploaded some photos to the following download site. When I come home, you can ask me to pose naked for your own photos and you may explore my body as much as you want. I am a boy and I don’t deserve any modesty’.    This will be on every e-mail you send and will be checked prior to you hitting the send button. Is that understood?”

“How do we know who is getting these?” George asked.

“Not to worry, George, each of you has the addresses already in the header of the message you will be sending.” Then she addressed the girls, “Keepers you are to make sure the photos these boys upload are full nudes--penises, testicles and anuses and preferably legs must be showing in each pic. None of the images should be less than one megabyte in size. The larger the better. Keepers you may select one or two that are bigger than 2 megs so the recipients can have posters made of them if they wish. You may help photograph your charge, but at least half of them should be selfies taken in front of the mirror or by outstretched arms. We want most of them to be of the boys’ erections—stiff as a board. Understood?”

The girls all eagerly responded, “Yes, Captain.”

“Boy’s each of you should send no less than twenty-five different images to the people on your list. Every one of them should show your penis, ball sack and/or anus.”

“Keepers are to read to make sure the required statement is in the body of the e-mail. If any boy uploads his files before having his message checked, he will get twenty five lashes with the belt. I’m serious about this. You boys won’t be sitting for the rest of the voyage if you don’t do exactly as I’ve commanded. You must have the assignment completed within three days. Any questions?” She looked around. “Yes, Bethany ?”

“Can we make them post the ones with them sucking each other’s penises?”

“No, I want their penises to be showing. You can have them holding it or each other’s as long as the penis head is fully visible. You can have them with a finger stuck in their anus if you wish, but their ball sack and/or penis should also be in the photo. If you really want the oral look, take some of them licking each other’s penis heads.   We want the people who receive them to see what privileges await them when the boys return.”

Then she put in a kicker, “The principals of the boys’ schools will be asked to allow them to attend class completely naked at the whim of the teacher and/or their classmates. The idea is to absolutely destroy any modesty they may have remaining after the voyage. That shouldn’t be much.”

I couldn’t speak for my fellow crewmates, but this assignment completely devastated me. Everyone who mattered would know what my dick and body looked like naked, if they didn’t already from all the stuff going around.   There were to be no more secrets. Whatever modesty any of us retained was about to be blown out of the water.

After the Captain left, Joey mumbled to me, “Ain’t that a crock of shit?”

George, spoke up, “Who cares? I like being naked.”

“What are you crazy? I mean it’s one thing that everyone on this trip will never see us again, but all those people back home will see us every day. There’s nothing left to their imagination. And, we have to let them play with our stuff. You think that’s okay?” I was livid.

“He’s an idiot!” Joey piped in.

Jake took the opposing stance. “No, he’s okay. He’s right. I like it when they play with my weiner. It gets harder and harder and feels kinda good. George is right.”

“It must be an age thing. We are older than you and we don’t like it.” I argued.

“We like being naked in front of everyone. We don’t care if they feel our things.” George reiterated.

“Come on Sean. They just don’t get it. Besides, they have smaller lists and smaller dinks than we do. They don’t have to change classes in fifth grade and we do in seventh. That means more kids will be getting our files than they have to send out. More teachers too.” Joey put his arm over my shoulder and we wandered toward the bow.

Three days later, Angie asked for me to edit my photo file and pick out the twenty five I would be sending to everyone. She was a bit more directive, “They better have stiffies in all of them too. We want you to look really horny. Got it?”

Yes, gentle little Angie had turned into a bitch. Not quite the bitch Julie always was, but a bitch none the less. Face it, she was in a position to go easy on me without anyone else knowing, but she loved the idea that I was humiliated to send that e-mail and she reveled in it. As she reviewed my edited file she said things like, “The Captain said they had to be at least one megabyte. This one, this one and this one don’t make the grade. Find others. And make sure they are crystal clear. Oh, and make sure there are two or three good ones at least two and a half megabytes in there. We want them to make posters to put up in their bedrooms and the school hallways, don’t we?” My final file was quite large, but passed Angie’s muster. Typing the words into my e-mail message was a bit difficult for me. What an invitation!

Prior to sending it, Angie read it.   She also password protected the uploaded file so I couldn’t erase it. While she read it for approval, I glimpsed at the header and saw many names and address in there I recognized, more that I didn’t though. There were hundreds of them.

“It all looks okay. Push the send button.” She ordered.

I had a hard time hitting the “enter” key to send that puppy on its way, so Angie took my index finger and pressed it for me. Quickly the sent message was on its way.

“Now, don’t you feel better? You won’t have to hide when you get home. Heck, Sean, your Mom and Dad can take you anywhere in town nude and it shouldn’t bother you. And, I’m sure they will.” She just sat there and grinned at me.

It wouldn’t be long before I heard back from the principal at my school. She shared the note from the camp and the e-mail I sent as well as a slide show of the images from my upload with the Board and teachers at school. It was decided I could be naked whenever it was determined I should be by the teachers or Mom and Dad. She (the principal) said, “At the very least you should attend P.E. nude whenever the class meets.”

What a hell of a thing to look forward to.

We were underway again. Our next port of call would be just off Panama City. That meant we were on our way through the canal we all read about in school. Yeah, I was a bit excited to be able to see it. But we were even more excited to put some sea between us and those weird natives with a propensity for snacking on nuts—those of young boys.

(The End)