Triangle Sailing Camp 10

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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 – Chapter 10

By, Running Bare

We left Key West and headed north stopping in South Carolina and Virginia on our way. Nothing really unusual or challenging was scheduled for those stops.

We boys found ourselves not popping boners every time we were on display. It was a change that must have crept in during our long trip. It was notable that, when we began the summer, each time we were being exposed to strangers we all got hard as rocks. But now? Nothing. We had actually become used to folks seeing us in our naked glory. (I must acknowledge George and Jake weren’t always as responsive as Joey and me when we started our voyage, but usually sported hard-ons when the observers got closer.) We remained flaccid until we were told to fondle each other; had to allow other people to feel our equipment; or Stoddard gave us those pills.

We approached the slip at a small marina off Cape Henlopen State Park in Delaware. Our evenly tanned bodies were on display on the aft deck as usual and people pointed, gawked and photographed the event. Again, I found myself questioning all the self-righteousness adults often exhibited when nakedness was discussed. It is evident from the photographing and staring that, when it comes to boys, the indignation often expressed by American adults is faked. They loved seeing the four of us in all our glory. There was no sign whatsoever that any of the people we passed were offended. I’d bet the only offense they felt was not being close enough to get a better photo or inconspicuously cop a feel.

But our now tanned dicks were soft, hanging loosely over our ball sacks. Our embarrassment and humiliation were gone. I think my self-consciousness was over the tattoo on my butt more than my exposed penis and loose scrotum.

Stoddard called a meeting on the gathering deck. She explained at this stop we were to be guests of some meeting of mothers of elementary aged kids from the local community. We were about to experience another round with the enema bags prior to the meeting.   We could only guess why.

When we approached the auditorium, there was a massive banner hanging in front of the building. It said, “Parents’ Symposium on Forced Boy Nudity, August 22nd, 10 a.m. – 1 p.m., for parents of boys 6 – 14 years of age, open to general public.” In the lobby there were three sets of double doors that reminded me of the gym at my school. We entered a large room. There were about ten women seated at each of four rectangular folding tables and rows of chairs behind each of them. Children of various ages were seated with legs crossed along one of the walls. Every eye in the place was on our midsections. We were directed to a make shift stage and ordered to stand facing the women in our usual pose with legs spread and hands behind our backs. Surprisingly, none of us was erect. That wouldn’t have been the case two months ago.

One lady brashly yelled, “My gawd look at the boy toy on that little one on the left, will ya?   What’s he four five inches long?” That boy on the left was me.

Another yelled, “I don’t know but I do like his nice little penis head. And look at those legs. He’s a cutie.”

Still another, “Yeah, that third leg is really something? How long is that sucker?”

Stoddard just smiled and deferred to Angie. She loudly replied, “Well when it’s soft like this, it measures about four inches.   When it’s hard it is longer than five or six inches.”

Now, that whole discussion in front of the audience of the women and their kids of both genders was very embarrassing for me. I was aware that every eye in the place was on my package.   I was thinking about the boys in attendance. If they were paying attention, what were they thinking about their own futures even if they weren’t going to end up attending the Triangle Sailing Camp? I mean the whole title of the symposium and the sight of the four of us should be a bit of a game changer for them.

The woman, who’d called everyone’s attention to my penis, then directed her question to Angie, “What can we do to make it hard? We’d all like to see it.”

“It would get hard if someone played with it. Or, if we had him play with himself it’d get hard.”

The questioner again looked past Stoddard toward Angie and said, “Could you make them play with themselves in front of us? I mean the whole group would enjoy the entertainment. Wouldn’t we girls?”

There was a round of applause. Angie was going to make us all fulfill the audience’s wishes but was interrupted by Stoddard.

“Before we do that, I’m just curious how many of you are mothers of boys between eight and fourteen?”

I’d guess over three quarters of the women present raised their hands.

“How many of you make your boys stay naked for extended periods of time?”

No hands went up.

Again, I wondered about the boys and their frame of mind. Next year would there be forty hands going up or even thirty?

“Well, if you want to keep control of their behavior and make life more enjoyable for you and your daughters, I’d recommend you try it. Of course, if you were to send your sons with us for a summer we could deliver what you are seeing here. Let me ask this, how many of you mothers of boys between eight and fourteen are interested in making their sons experience extended public nudity, if we can provide some guidance today?”

About all the hands of mothers of boys that age were raised again. With that she took rubber bands off a stack of brochures and handed a pile of them to each of the four tables. The ladies began passing them around.

Stoddard turned back toward us, “Well, let’s have a show. Boys, each of you get on a table and assume the frog position, now.”

As luck would have it, I was escorted by Angie to the table where my “admirer” was seated. She didn’t take her eyes off my penis and balls the whole time I climbed up there. I could feel all twenty or thirty sets of eyes on my package as I lay there awaiting the next order.

“Boys play with yourselves until you’re all hard. Get at it!” Stoddard barked.

At that point the kids that tagged with their mothers—boys and girls—stopped playing the far corner of the large conference room and cast their eyes in our direction. Seems other kids of most all ages were interested in watching us play with ourselves. Some even rose from the floor to join their mothers for a closer look.

I began slowly and rhythmically rotating my left hand on my penis and scrotum.   Almost immediately, the expected result began to unfold. The comments from the women could be heard gasping as they watched me making my peter stand up. I glimpsed over at Joey’s table and he was achieving much the same reaction from his group.

The harder I got the more self-conscious I became. I was sure that was true for Joey as well, but the younger two might still be comfortable with these females watching them maneuver theirs to a standing position. Looking back I’m sure it was an age thing. Though, I’m not sure I was that uninhibited as Jake and George when I was eight or nine. In fact, I’m sure of it.

About five minutes into our sex play demonstration, Joey shot his load. It spurted up about two feet and landed on his stomach and chest. The ladies at his table were loud and laughing. The others present turned their attention to his table as well.

“Did you see that? He just ejaculated all over himself. It was like a volcano erupting.” One of his audience members proclaimed.

A lady at George’s table asked, “Do they all shoot their stuff?”

Stoddard responded, “No, Joey’s the only active shooter at this point. But Sean here isn’t far behind, I’m sure.” Then she spoke the unthinkable, “Sean go over and clean up your friend.”

Actually I couldn’t believe she told me to do that. “What?”

“Go over and show the ladies how you groom each other. Get over there and clean him up.”

I tried to politely bow out of such an assignment, “Please, Ma’am, don’t make me do that in front of all these people.” I could feel my eyes water as I knew the more I begged the more certain she’d force me to do it.

She grabbed the strap from Angie and in a matter of seconds I had a red stripe across the upper part of my right leg.

“Do we need to turn you over and show the ladies what happens to disobedient little boys?”

I was scared. I could feel a tear roll down my cheek. “No. But…”

I hadn’t finished my plea and another stripe appeared on my leg.

“The next one is going to be a little higher, if you don’t move now! Get over there.”

I don’t think the women had any idea what the whole thing was about. I slipped slowly off the table and approached the table Joey was stretched out on. I began to bend forward toward Joey’s stomach when Stoddard barked again.

“No, get up there with him and do it.” As I climbed up, she continued, “Notice that a strap should be readily available and liberally applied to any part of their bare bodies.   There is no other way of making progress with a boy’s behavior. Of course a hairbrush might also be used.   It’s just that a belt or strap has a further reach.”

As I positioned myself, I folded my legs under my backside, bent forward and stuck out my tongue. As I swiped the first glob into my mouth the women gasped again. Several from other tables had gathered behind those seated at mine to get a closer view. While I licked Joey’s body, I could hear some mumbling. “Oh my gawd, I don’t believe it!” “Good lord this is making me hot.” “Could you imagine watching Timmy licking up some other kid’s cum?” “Do they groom each other like this every time he shoots?” “Well at least he knows what it tastes like, right girls?”

Stoddard was quick to instruct, “Such activities are good for three things. First, it makes the boys much more humble. But even more importantly, it makes them completely obedient to our demands of them. An added benefit is they are forced to experience and appreciate what they might expect girls to do for them when they’re older.”

I finished cleaning his stomach and chest. I was about to dismount when Stoddard directed, “Sean, you forgot something. Clean it all up.”

Much to my dismay it was about to become even more embarrassing. I encircled Joey’s penis with my mouth and began sucking the semen off it. “Lick his balls off too.” I complied. When I’d finished, I was directed back to my own table, and reassumed my frog position much to the joy of the women at the table.

“Is it alright for us to play with their penises?” A lady from my group asked.

Stoddard quickly granted permission, “Whatever you’d like. But, before you do, boys fingers up the holes now.” With that we each shoved our middle fingers up our anuses. The women giggled. “Ladies you are free to explore anywhere you wish. All four of them were given two enemas this morning. So they should be nice and clean. This is all part of maintaining our dominance over the little critters.   Have fun.”

After thirty minutes of non-stop fondling, the host of the “show” called the ladies to order. “We now will ask the little girls who were in-charge of the boys during their journey to come up and sit at the moderator table and take questions from you regarding what they have learned about boys. Miss Stoddard has made it clear that no question is off limits, so…”

Angie, Julie, Kathy and Bethany took seats on the mini stage and looked attentively toward the women. We boys were made to stay in the frog position with our penises sticking straight up prominently and keep quiet. One of the ladies at my table started rotating the head of my penis as she listened to the questions. Another herded my balls around in the scrotum with her index finger. It was annoying but what could I do?

“Let’s start with you girls giving a little introduction of yourselves—where you’re from, how old you are, what grade you’re in at school. Angie, you seem to be the leader, why don’t you start?”

“I’m Angie Hernandez and I’m eleven. And, ah, I’m from Providence, Rhode Island. I have two little brothers one is ten and the other eight. I, ah, will be going into the sixth grade at North Providence Middle School.”

The moderator then asked, “What are some of the things you learned about boys on this trip, Angie?”

“Well, like I said I have brothers so penises weren’t new to me. But, I, ah, must admit I’d never seen penises like these boys had. You know, cut I mean. I think they call it circ, circ, circ…”

“Circumcised?”

“Yeah, that’s it. I mean they are a whole lot simpler to work. When I bathe my brothers I have to pull the skin back and wash their heads and stuff. Not with these boys. There’s nothing to pull back.”

Both Angie and the other females followed that with nervous chuckles.

“Any other differences between your brothers and these boys?”

“Well, my brothers are made to stay naked at home a lot, but they can put on shorts or things to go into town and stuff.   These boys are naked all the time. Oh, and, I did learn to use a belt on their bare backsides when they don’t do what they’ve been told. My Mom always whips my brothers, but maybe now I can help her with that. Boys tend to need a lot of pain to learn to behave and all.”

More nervous laughter.

“You got to spank the boys?”

“Well, yes. I got to be disciplinarian for the last half of the trip. Julie was it before I was.”

“I’m sure the rest of the ladies will have a lot of questions for you in a minute. Next little girl. How about you?”

“My name is Bethany Cummings and I’m nine.”

“Nine?”

“Yes. I’m from Brockton, Massachusetts. I go to fourth grade at Thomas Paine Elementary.”

“And what was your learning experience that stood out?”

“Well, I never felt a boy’s penis and ball sack, I mean scrotum, before. I loved it when they were hard.”

“Honey, we all do.” Laughter broke out from the women in attendance. “So, you got to touch the boys’ penises?”

“Well, I got to touch them anywhere I wanted—their penises, their balls, I mean testicles, I could stick my finger in their butthole. You know whatever I wanted.”

“And, they let you?”

“Well, they had to.   They’d get put on report if they didn’t and then they’d get the belt from Julie, Angie, or Miss Stoddard. I was in-charge of Jake for the whole trip and I think I’ve touched him everywhere. Well, I really have touched all of them, but I had to bathe Jake and put sunscreen on him, especially his boy parts, during the whole trip.”

“And, you, young lady. How about you?”

“I’m Kathy Smith. I’m from Bloomfield, Connecticut. I’m eleven years old and will attend sixth grade at Horace Mann Middle School.”

“And your biggest learning experience about boys?”

“Well, like Bethany, I’d never seen or held a boy’s private parts before this summer.”

“And how’d you like that?”

“Oh, I do. But I also liked making them feel each other and watching them be embarrassed. I also enjoy watching them get the belt when they misbehaved. There were a lot of things I thought were interesting. When I grow up, if I ever have a boy, I think I’ll make him stay naked all the time, and I definitely will be using a strap on him when he doesn’t mind.”

“So you think this has helped you learn to be a parent for a boy someday?”

“Oh, yeah, for sure.”

“Well, it sounds like you got some good tips on this voyage. I’ll bet you’ll keep your son or sons straight and they will know their place.”

“How about you, Honey?”

“I’m Julie Crawford from Marblehead, Massachusetts. I’m twelve and will be going into the eighth grade at Maritime Middle School next year. I was a babysitter for younger boys so I’d seen and felt boys’ things lots of times. Joey and Sean were a little older than the boys I babysat so they were interesting to explore, but George and Jake weren’t as shy about being naked.”

“You were the disciplinarian for the first half of the voyage. Did you have to use the strap on them a lot?”

“Yeah, I’d say I used it more than even Miss Stoddard. The boys weren’t used to following orders from us because we were the same age or younger than they were. They had to learn we were the boss of them and they had to treat us with respect.”

“So the strap helped them learn that?”

“Yeah, that and having to be naked and let us do whatever we wanted to them. I really liked making them have to show themselves to other people in public. I could tell the older two were shy about it and they were definitely embarrassed. But, like Miss Stoddard said, ‘they’re boys and boys don’t need to have any modesty’.”

“What about you girls? Were you naked in front of the boys?”

“Oh no, that wouldn’t be appropriate. We do deserve modesty, we’re girls and we deserve more respect from them.”

“Well, we want to thank you and Miss Stoddard for coming and bringing the boys. They are really cute young men and beautifully tanned. It looks like you took good care of them. And, their behavior certainly is very cooperative at this point. Miss Stoddard could I ask you to join the girls on the panel and we’ll open it up for more questions.”

The ladies were now taking turns feeling my penis and scrotum. One or two even fingered my hole during the introductions. I just counted holes in the acoustic tiles on the ceiling to keep from thinking about it. I’d occasionally peer off to my left or right to see how my “brothers in captivity” were doing and whether they were being fondled as much as I was. Seriously, nothing these ladies were doing was in anyway threatening and it did feel good except the anal penetration which was a bit uncomfortable.

One of the ladies at Joey’s table asked, “So tell me girls, how hard was it to get these little guys to shed all their clothes in the first place. I mean they must have been totally embarrassed for you to see and handle them. Weren’t they?”

Kathy replied, “We really don’t know. They were naked when we boarded the boat that first day.”

Bethany added, “Yeah, but you could tell they were embarrassed. They tried to put their hands in front of their things but Miss Stoddard would hit them with the strap and then they’d let us see them.”

I couldn’t help but notice, Julie was being uncustomarily quiet.

“Angie is it?” One from George’s table asked. Angie nodded her head affirmatively. “Angie, I noticed you have a strap or belt you carry with you. I take it that’s to discipline them if they get out of hand.”

“Yes, if they don’t do what they’re told or are disrespectful, they get the belt. Miss Stoddard makes sure I leave stripes on their butts when I do it. She says if it isn’t hard and painful they won’t get the point. ‘It’s the male genes’ whatever that means.”

The women laughed and clapped.

As a follow-up question she asked, “What’s your favorite thing to make them do?”

She didn’t miss a beat, “Suck each other’s wieners especially Joey’s.”

“Why Joey’s?”

“Because the two older boys absolutely hate doing it to each other. Sometimes Sean even cries if he has to do it. And I like when they suck Joey’s because he shoots what Julie calls boy goo when they suck him or rub his wiener. I like to make them swallow it. Their faces get all scrunched up when they do.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because they really don’t like it. If we make Sean do it to him, he even cries.”

“Who can make them do that?”

Angie kept rolling, “Any girl or woman. They have to do what we tell them.”

Then Kathy jumped in, “They didn’t at first, but then Julie and Miss Stoddard beat them with the belt, sometimes even on their fronts, now they do as they’re told.”

“Ouch, on their fronts? They hit their penises with a belt?”

“Yeah their dicks and balls. They listen really well after one of those sessions.”

“I guess they do.”

Another mother jumped in, “Bethany, as a little girl what advice would you give to those of us who have boys?”

“Make ‘em stay naked all the time and tell everyone they could feel their things as much as they want, and spank them with a belt a lot.”

A woman at Joey’s table looked at Stoddard and asked, “Were all the boys shy about being naked?”

Stoddard answered, “Well, at first, Georgie and Jake were not quite as upset as Sean and Joey were.   We think that was their age. That’s not to say they weren’t taking pause when the girls first boarded. All four were hard as a rock. But definitely the younger two weren’t quite as shy. That said all of them were very embarrassed about parading around cities and towns completely nude. I think they still are.”

Question from Jake’s table, “How did you keep them hard after they got used to the situation?

Julie answered, “Miss Stoddard gave us pills to give them. I think it was those blue pills, wasn’t it Miss Stoddard?”

“Yes, we gave them Viagra.”

Another question, “Any of you have favorite parts of the trip?”

Julie jumped right on it, “I liked it when the girls at that one place were going to cut their balls off and let the boys in their village eat them.”

That embarrassed Stoddard so she explained the practical joke. I think she thought the women would shy away from considering the camp for their boys, if that remark wasn’t clarified.

Julie had to complicate Stoddard’s embarrassment with, “I wish one of them had cut their balls off, I’d like to see what they looked like.”

Later four of them who had their sons with them asked if they could make their boys fondle us.   Of the forty or fifty boys present maybe twenty were in our age bracket. The rest were younger. Generally, our age mates were quite silent about the situation, but they were attentive observers. I think the reality of what was happening scared them. When their mothers directed them to play with our junk, they were hesitant about doing it. I don’t know whether it was because it was in front of so many women and girls, or because they had been taught that doing so was a serious breach of social rules. Even the seven and eight year olds took pause about doing so in front of an audience, much less in front of their own mothers.   But we all knew there was a certain natural curiosity that drives young boys to want to cop a feel of another boy’s equipment. To break the stalemate, Stoddard offered the ladies the strap to compel their sons to get busy.

One boy, this kid called Eli, seemed to be a little older than Joey and me. He was wearing shorts, flip-flops, and was shirtless. The kid was tanned everywhere I could see, but I was sure he was milk white where I couldn’t. You didn’t have to be a mind reader to tell he was uncomfortable with playing with my penis because his was tenting the front of his shorts. He had a firm grasp on my erection and was being coached by Angie, of all people, in how to play with my appendage. She, of course, had to be amused with the bulge in Eli’s groin area. She kept telling him to “stand here, like this” in what I’m sure was an effort to pose him to share his condition with all present. He tried the whole acting nonchalant thing in an attempt not to bring attention to his hard-on. I think his mother was tuning in though. She kept asking him if he wouldn’t be more comfortable if he stripped down too. Yeah, like that was going to happen.

One of the mothers asked Stoddard if she could make her twin boys strip naked for the afternoon. Of course, Stoddard encouraged it. The two boys were nine or ten and tried to beg out of doing so. I mean who could blame them. There were females of all ages everywhere.   The boys’ faces turned red as their mother told them to take their clothes off and put them on the table where she was sitting. You could hear them begging not to have to do it. Both of them started shedding tears and whining in an attempt to encourage their mother to reverse herself, but she didn’t. After a couple of smart slaps with the belt against their bare claves, they slowly started to remove their clothes. The younger girls in attendance gathered to watch the eventual unveiling of fresh meat.

I must admit, we kind of squirmed into position to watch them too. The boys appeared to be identical twins. Both were what you might have called a solid average build. I wanted to see their packages to compare how identical they were down there. As we watched, one then another bulbous, circumcised glans gracing a very stiff shaft bounced into view. Both boys were slow to slide their jockeys down and eventually off exposing milk white groins and asses that sharply contrasted with their otherwise tanned bodies. I must admit, both appeared to have about the same size and length penises and ball sacks, and they weren’t badly endowed by a long shot. Their hard peters were sticking out at what I guessed was four inches over their tight little scrotums. Both had sheer panic on their faces as the little girls present moved in for a closer look.

Their mother’s next request must have really added to their fright. If not, it sure should have. “Can I turn them over to one of your keepers for the rest of the afternoon?”

Stoddard made it clear, “If you do, she will be entitled to stripe their backside or possibly their front sides with a belt if needed. You will not be allowed to intervene.”

The mother was satisfied with the concession, “I wouldn’t think of it.”

Stoddard assigned both to, of all people, Julie.

The boys were still trying desperately to cover up with their hands. That ended almost immediately. Julie ordered them into the “face the crowd, legs spread, hands behind your back” stance. The tears were still dripping slowly down their cheeks. The expression on both boys was that of being petrified about what was happening. We four, well at least Joey and I, sympathized with their embarrassment and humiliation of that first unveiling.

Julie cupped both by the balls and felt their hardened appendages. One of the boys notably tensed on the initial contact. Julie slapped his bare ass and brought him to attention quickly. Then she badgered them in front of the audience, “You boys ever get naked and play with each other’s penises? And don’t lie to me, or I’ll whip the fire out of your asses. Got it?” Both nodded affirmatively, “Now again, do you ever feel each other’s penises?”

One of the boys broke, “Sometimes.”

“Show us. Feel your brother’s penis and balls. Right now!”

The boy engulfed the other’s package pulling on his brother’s hard on and jiggling his ball sack with his fingers. “Now you do his.” She ordered. The other twin returned the attention to his sibling.

“Do you ever put each other’s things in your mouth and suck them?”

Without hesitation both mumbled, “No”. There were disgusted twists on their red tearful faces.

“Well, we’re going to try it, right here, right now.” She pulled Jake off his table and told the boys to “get up there”. They crawled up. I could see the back of their ball sacks and harden penises hanging down as they did so. “Lie facing each other. You put your head down here.” Followed by, “And, you put yours up here.” They were oriented into an all too familiar 69 position. She slapped one boy on the hip, “Put your brother’s penis in your mouth. You make sure the whole thing is in there, too.” Scared as hell the kid crammed his brother’s erection all the way in. I’m sure he was gagging from the head pressing against the back of his throat. “You” she slapped the other one, “you put his all the way in your mouth.” Crying, the boy complied. “Now, start sucking each other like you’re sucking on a piece of stick candy.”

I have to admit it was very hot and arousing to watch them do this. Their mother was in awe. She was enjoying the hell out of it. She was even unconsciously holding her female area with her right hand as she watched her sons service each other.

“Okay both of you. Put your middle fingers in your brother’s asshole and it better go all the way in.” Each reached over his brother’s cheek and felt around for the anus. It was apparent they were scared to death not to.   I heard Julie slap one on the ass and yell, “I said all the way in. Now, put it in there. And, both of you better keep sucking while you do it.” That girl had some serious problems. She really was a mean, sadistic bitch.

I think every eye was on the demonstration Julie was putting on for them. We four boys were no longer the highlight of the evening. The twins, thankfully, had stolen the show.

One of the mothers asked, what to me, was the most looming question. “If we do this, can’t we be arrested and charged with a sex crime against our children?”

In my mind little light went off. “Tah, dah!”.   How was Stoddard going to bail on this one?

“Here in the States it is highly probable you could be arrested for making your boys do many of these things, but not for making them parade around naked. Of course, there are places where nudity would be inappropriate and those places could make for uncomfortable situations, but generally prior to puberty they can stay naked in most situations. That said, many things we make them do could cause you to get in trouble with the law. That’s why we have Julie giving the orders. She’s a minor and less likely to have problems. Frankly, Carolyn and I started the camp as a sailing camp, because when you’re three or more miles off shore you’re in international waters and pretty much anything goes. Other countries are a lot more liberal in how they view forced nudity and many other activities for boys. One example is the tattoos of the Camp’s logo on their hips. That couldn’t have been done here so we get it done in Panama. Adults can do pretty much whatever they want with their kids down there.

On the other hand, we can still take the belt to the boys within reason. In some European countries nudity is okay everywhere, but spanking is against the law. It all depends on where you live.”

Not satisfied the mother continued, “But, we aren’t stopping her from doing it. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I think it’s great to watch and all. I’m just worried we’d get in trouble for making our kids do it.”

“I would say, you can rest assured that, if your child is prepubescent, you can make him stay naked all the time. Of course, health rules will prevent you from taking him to restaurants like that, but most everywhere else is within the limits. Now, I’d suggest the part you’ve just observed would not be encouraged here. Actually, our opening act with Sean licking the cum off of Joey probably would be enough to jail us, but you can get around that.”

“How?”

“Things like making the boys smear sunscreen on each other, or, for that matter, having the girls do it or even you doing it. That is perfectly legal. And, if our boys are nude, we want to make doubly sure their little boy packages and anuses are well coated with the lotion so we work it in really well and that means pushing that finger into the anus to make sure it’s protected.   I mean if we were giving an enema, which, by the way, we do with the boys, we’d have to stretch the anus with our fingers before it’d accept the hose, wouldn’t we? We have to lather up their boy parts when we bathe them don’t we? And, if one erupts during the process it occurred naturally, didn’t it? Another thing is encouraging other kids that it would be all right with you if they did various ‘suggested’ things to your sons’ exposed parts if they wanted to.”

The skeptical mother continued, “I don’t know. The ramifications of this seem a bit sketchy and I’m a little frightened to do it. Again, don’t get me wrong I’d love to do this to my son, but…”

“May I recommend you sign your son up for next year’s cruise? We’ll handle all that and bring them home changed boys.”

I remember thinking, “Yeah, sign him up. That’s one less bunk for me to be assigned to, if my parents are even considering it.” I was still concerned about the rumored second year.

Stoddard continued, “Actually, we—the Camp, our parent group, and many church groups— are in the process of lobbying for laws to allow you some latitude for privileges other than just forced nudity, which, by the way, has been made legal for prepubescent boys almost everywhere—not for girls, just the boys. We’ve worked with many developmental specialists to also put the belt back on the punishment wagon even if there are occasional stripes that linger longer than twenty four hours.   So we are coming right along with changing things back to the boy standards of the fifties and sixties.”

“Thank God for that. We need to take back parental control.” A lady from my table shouted, resulting in a round of applause.

Stoddard smiled and then, almost as an afterthought, told the twins they could disengage each other’s penises. They sat up on the table and had a thankful look of relief on their faces.   She then addressed the group. “What would you bet these two won’t do this to each other behind the garage or whenever they think they can get away with it from now on? I mean they were scared, but I guarantee they enjoyed the feeling they gave each other.” There was mumbling and agreeable laughter. “Okay boys you can get down now.”

The mother jumped in with the directive, “But, no clothes. You two are going to be naked 24/7 from now on. And, you let the other kids feel your peepees, if they want to.”

“What about my Eli? Look at him. He’s got a stiffy from playing with that boy’s junk. Can I make him stay naked?”

Stoddard again fielded the question. “Depends. If he has grown pubic hair, you might have trouble convincing the authorities. What I’d suggest is, if he has pubic hair, let Mr. Shick provide the answer. Shave those pubes off. As we say, if no hair is seen, the light is green.” Again, laughter followed her little quip. “If you’d like we can have one of our girls take care of that too.”

I think at this point Joey and I were able to relax a bit. Jake and Georgie were probably not uptight at all. We were no longer the brunt of the conversation. These women were targeting their own boys rather than attending to us.

Eli’s mom shrugged and shouted, “That’d be alright with me.”

Eli began a shift in posture that signaled he was about to bolt. I think Stoddard recognized it too.

“Angie, please take care of Eli for his mother. Get him undressed. Unfortunately, Mrs. ?”

“Colburn”

“Mrs. Colburn we didn’t bring any shaving equipment with us, but you can do that at home. But, we can have a look at him. The humiliation of being publicly exposed would definitely do him some good, don’t you think?”

“Oh, absolutely!” She beckoned to her son. “Eli, take off those shorts, NOW!”

Eli began to run, but Angie and Julie grabbed him. As he struggled to free himself, Stoddard shouted, “My boys, get over there and strip that kid.”

Hesitantly, we four wrestled the kid to the ground and began the process of pantsing him. It must have been quite a site. Four naked boys, with their still hard penises swinging, piling on another boy they were told to strip. Good old Jake sat right on the kid’s face. I’m sure his hole was planted right over Eli’s nose. Yuck. Joey was actually excited to be stripping someone else, especially someone older than he. And, face it, misery does love company.

Eli’s pants came off right in front of both young and older onlookers. And, yep, he had some hair. Not much, but it was quite noticeable. His dick was stiff and generally much bigger around than mine or Joey’s, but not any longer than mine. Kathy grabbed his dick and used it as a handle as she began fondling his balls.

Eli was red in the face, swearing and crying as a result of his forced nudity. His mother was grinning ear to ear. “First time in a couple of years I’ve seen him naked.”

In her educator voice Stoddard followed up, “That should never be. You mothers of boys, you have a right to see your sons naked whenever and wherever you want. Don’t be timid about it. Make them expose themselves in your presence, or in the presence of anyone else you choose, and don’t take no for an answer. Boys are meant to be exposed and made subservient to women and girls.”

By the time the training session ended, the twins were being felt up by their sisters and just about every other little girl and many of the mothers in attendance. Our packages were well travelled as well. Poor Eli got a lot of motherly inspections. Several teenaged girls took advantage of his vulnerability and played with his erect penis until he shot (probably three different times that afternoon). He only paused from crying when he climaxed. The kid was crushed. He was last seen leaving the auditorium naked as the day he was born. His mother was herding him toward the parking lot, occasionally swatting his bare ass with the doubled up belt she pulled from the belt loops of his discarded shorts.

The twins, with their stone hard boners bouncing to and fro, were also led out into public with no secrets to hide anymore. They were trying to cover up as they left the building but their mother threatened to “beat you silly” if they didn’t put their hands down. Some of the little girls skipped past and playfully swatted those little hard-ons and giggled. I couldn’t help but wonder if this wasn’t a preview of things to come for me after I got home.

The next morning we were off on the last leg or our summer voyage. My apprehension for what awaited when we got back to New England cannot be described to you.

(The End)