And So It Began 4
By Running Bare
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Copyright 2012 by Running
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story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced
spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for
purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be
in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not
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It Began Part 4
One of the more memorable days I had, shortly
after the nudity verdict was passed down by Dr. Cheryl, was the first visit of
my Aunt Jenny and my six year old cousin Molly.(Jenny, if you will recall, is
my father’s younger sister. She’s the
one who ran around, at eight or nine years of age, while visiting the scout
camp as Dad told, it pulling on the swinging
meat of all the tenderfoot boys who were required to stay nude for the two week
session.) Surprisingly, I was allowed to
wear a pair of briefs so as not to traumatize my little cousin. Actually as my mother put it, “I’m not sure
that your Aunt would approve of a naked boy your age being around Molly. After all she doesn’t have any brothers and
her father has been out of the picture for the past four years. Let’s just be safe and you can wear your
underwear while they’re here.”
An interesting thing happened that sunny day in
late June. Our family had a sixteen foot
pool that was set up as a family ritual every summer. It was supported by a three or four foot
aluminum wall. What I remember most was
the process of setting it up and my father’s impatience with we kids following
his instructions while helping him. We
all kind of hated the setup but did enjoy the end product. That year, I do remember having to be naked
and all the other kids getting to wear swim attire while setting it up. It was another embarrassing situation during
my eleventh year, as up until then I too was permitted swim attire and
t-shirts. There were occasions that we
were all restricted to swim in our underwear, but never before did I remember
having to swim naked. I did appreciate
the fact that, early that summer, other than Eddy, a couple of other boys from
my class, and a couple of Karen’s friends, only immediate family members and
adults were invited to our pool activities.
Not that Karen’s friends didn’t actively pursue their curiosities with
me and then blab about it all over the neighborhood anyway.
Other things did happen to expose my boyhood to
the world though. Let’s not forget the humiliation of that lunch excursion I
had to take with Eddy and his mother. I
think Mom and Dad wanted to introduce my penis and testicles to the outside
world at a cautious pace. I think other
people’s impressions were something they were concerned about. I can honestly say, most of those who were
at least visually entertained by my usually erect penis might feign disgust,
but were actually more than happy to stare and photograph the scene with smiles
on their faces. I know there were many
acting upset who really would have loved to feel my appendages. The hypocrisy of those folks was very
apparent. Their false disgust was just
lipstick for their longing to get closer.
Anyway, Aunt Jenny, my father’s youngest sister,
and her daughter Molly were to visit for a weekend. I, of course, was quite thrilled that my
parents felt it best that I was at the very least covered minimally. Briefs
provided the most coverage I’d been permitted for two weeks. As luck would have it my mother threw me a
pair of navy blue ones. They were more
Speedo looking than my tightywhities and revealed less transparencywhen
wet. They did however cling better
giving a usually graphic relief map of my nether regions. But, hey, who could complain at least the
skin was covered.
I remember my folks sitting in the web covered
aluminum yard chairs as my mother suggested I take Molly in the pool and keep
an eye on her. Half expecting my Aunt
Jenny to put her in a two piece pink or purple little bikini, I waited for my
young cousin to get ready. To my
complete surprise Jenny stripped Molly right out there in the backyard. Patted her bare ass and said, “Go with
Kenny.” She was stopped by my
mother. “Honey, you need some sunscreen
on or you’ll burn your little bottom.”
Jenny just smiled. Then Mom did
something unthinkable. She threw me the
bottle of sunscreen and asked me to put it on her.
I was uncomfortable to say the least. I mean I’d never touched a naked kid other
than Eddy before. And he was a boy who
was my age. I mean how was I supposed to
handle or should I say not handle a little girl’s private area? It was definitely awkward. I waited for Aunt Jenny to object, but she
didn’t. She just continued her
conversation with my father. Molly stood
facing me with her arms outstretched in anticipation of the coating. Nervously, I began applying it to her small
naked frame. When I got down to her girl
areas I hesitated.
it on there like you did everywhere else.
It’s okay, Kenny, you’re family” Jenny offered obviously having sensed
my hesitation. I did and at the same
time popped a three inch high tent in my jockies. I remember the smooth roundness of her vulva
as I put sunscreen on it. Still
uncomfortable, I hurriedly moved down her legs.
Believe it or not the kid didn’t even flinch. She just continued to stand there looking at
the pool with her arms stretched as I put the lotion on her. It was evident it was just a drill she knew
well. I turned her around and began
doing her back. “Kenny, don’t forget to
put some around both holes,” her mother hollered. Just the sound of it was enough to peak my
feelings of discomfort. As Molly spread
her legs to allow me access, I remember thinking “She must be okay with this
because she nonchalantly opened up like it was just part of the drill.” My fingers traced cautiously around the rim
of her orifices. My penis was throbbing.
“Kenny, don’t be so shy. She’s just a
little girl,” Aunt Jenny was actually chuckling at my hesitation. “Go ahead stick your finger in there and make
sure she’s all covered.” Cautiously I
protruded about a half inch deep into both openings.
When I finished, I tried not to stand up for
fear the tent would be a cause for either a whipping or at the very least round
of criticism from my parents. That fear
was sort lived. Once I finished my
mother told me to put water wings on her.
I don’t know why because the kid could stand up in the pool and her head
and shoulders would be out of the water.
But, I put the blow up floatations on her arms.
Still hard as a rock, I continued to sit in the
lounge chair. Rather than the usual pose
with my legs splayed and my penis in clear view, I sat to the side of the
lounge with my knees pressed together to hide my physical condition. Molly kept nagging, “Come on Kenny. Let’s go!”
I tried to make some lame excuses not to stand up.
“Kenny, take Molly over to the pool,” my mother
My only chance of being undetected was to
quickly spring to my feet, face the pool (which would put my back to the
adults) and sprint the fifty or so feet to the pool with my little cousin. I jumped to my feet as quickly as I could. As I moved to take my first running step
toward the pool, my mother said, “Oh and you need to take some towels over
there with you too. Wait just a
minute.” I knew it looked awkward but I
just stood at attention looking out toward the pool with my back to the adults
as I waited. Molly reached up and took
my hand. She was either unaware or
didn’t find my five inch tent curious.
Mom returned with the towels, “Here, Kenny”. I waited.
“Kenny?” she wanted me to turn to get the towels. I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I remember thinking, if I turn and talk at
the same time, maybe the attention would be on my head. The very moment I began my turn, my Aunt
said, “That boy has the most beautiful legs for a boy, I’ve ever seen. They are perfect. And, just look at his tan.” Naturally, that brought the attention of the
adults down south again. There I stood
tented with arms outstretched waiting for the towels.
Jenny continued, “And, from the looks of things,
his third leg is quite well developed too.”
I was completely devastated as my mother and father laughed. Luckily my siblings were down the street at
the time playing with their friends or they’d be laughing too. Molly was oblivious to the comment.
We went to the pool and Molly spent a lot of the
time latching on to me. She wanted me to
hold her, to throw her, to pull her around on the floating mattress. I was the motor for all of her desired
activities. After a half hour it was
getting old for me. Needless to say as I
became more accustomed to the naked girl, my erection had subsided. Then Jenny yelled, “Kenny, better put more
sunscreen on her. It isn’t as waterproof
as the label would lead you to believe.”
Mom came over and lifted Molly out over the edge of the pool.
“Dry her off and the sunscreen is over there.”
I again coated my cousin with the lotion and
again touching her vulva caused my penis to respond. Applying the sunscreen around her vagina and
anus caused my penis head to feel like I was going to push right through the
tip. Again, to my total embarrassment,
that response was noted by Jenny.
“Kenny, why don’t to take off the underpants and
swim naked too. It’d make your little
friend there feel more comfortable.Wouldn’t have to be the tent pole. It could just flop around freely.” She wasn’t talking about my cousin when she
referred to my ‘little friend’ either.
“Molly hasn’t ever seen a penis to my knowledge. It wouldn’t hurt her to see yours. Maybe spend some time feeling it too,
huh.” She took another sip of wine
chuckling at her cleverness. Mom and Dad
What was I going to do? Then I
heard my mother start explaining my ‘program’ and stating her gratitude at the
invitation. “We only let him wear the
underwear because we didn’t know how you’d feel about him being naked in front
My aunt was quick to reply, “I think it’d be
good for her to see how she and Kenny are different. Besides I’d kind of like to see his little
peter myself. I mean, George,” she biffed
my Dad’s shoulder and teasingly continued, “where’d he inherit such a long one
“Kenny, take off the underpants. Molly should be able to see you. You’ve seen her.” Mom hollered her command
across the yard.
I’m older than Molly. Pleeeeassseeee...”
“Your mother said to get naked. Do it!”
Dad was always blunt.
I slid my wet briefs to the ground while facing
the pool. My erection popped free of the
elastic and made the usual bounce or two up and down. At this point, the adults and Molly could
only see my bare butt. Then my mother
had to press my exposure. “Molly you
need to put some sunscreen on Kenny.
Kenny, lie down in that frog position so she can put the sunscreen
I wasn’t too keen on the idea that they wanted
me to be splayed out with my erect penis exposed to all and allow a six year
old to actually manipulate my penis.
“Now, Kenny, just spread out a towel and let her put it on you.”
Without turning I tried a ploy. “She’s too little to know how to put the
Then Dad hollered, “Did you hear your
mother. Lie down and let Molly put the
sunscreen on. I’m sure she’ll want to
feel your boy parts too. She hasn’t seen
them before. Just do it.”
Slowly I complied. I knew it was either that or feel the wrath
of the belt and then do it anyway. It’d
be less physically painful to just comply. As I lowered myself, face up, onto
the towel my penis became the visual magnet for everyone in the yard. Once on my back, I glimpsed down at my
erection. The five inch phallus stood
about two inches off my abdomen with the eye of the glans pointing right at my
gaze. Molly didn’t ask anything, didn’t
“oooo” or “aaah” she grabbed my hardened appendage and pulled it to the side to
examine it more fully. I do remember her
sitting there silently holding my shaft in a little death grip and looking
toward the adults as if to ask, “What is this?”
Sensing her question, Jenny responded to the
inquisitive look, “That’s his penis, Molly.
Little boys have penises. You can
call it his peepee if you want. It’s
hard isn’t it?”
Molly just nodded her agreement. “What’s it do?”
My parents deferred answering her questions to
her mother, and in this particular case the question left a lot to be answered.
“Well that’s where he goes pee pee from.
It comes out that little hole in the tip. See it?”
Looking squarely at my bulbous glans she pressed
her finger in the hole. Then she gazed
back at her mother and nodded again.
“Look at his little bag there, Honey. You can feel it too, but be careful you don’t
hurt him. “She pinched the scrotum and
stretched it out.” Meanwhile my Aunt
Jenny began a barrage of cellphone photographs of the situation.
“Oh my God, Marianne, he’s beautiful. Look at that package.” Jenny wasn’t too
discrete, was she? “Look how tan he is down there. What’s he been naked out here for awhile?”
“Just the past two weeks or so,” my mother
Molly still hadn’t said much of anything. Her mouth was agape as her eyes were glued to
my erect appendage. My hands were now
interlocked behind my head and my feet were pressed together at the soles. I was in the “frog position” as my mother
liked to refer to it.
It didn’t take long until I felt the little hand
grab my penis again. “Oh, how cute...”
my mother pined. “Go ahead Molly, you
touch whatever you’d like as much as you like.
George go get the camera, we have to record this.”
Molly, with her fist clenched around my penis,
turned to look for affirmation from her mother.
“That’s it Molly just keeppulling on that for a few minutes. Does it still feel hard?”
“Yeah,” was the child’s only response as she
squeezed and played with my penis.
“Molly, feel that little bag there again, so
Uncle George can take a movie,” my testicles had descended from the heat of the
sun and I could feel the tiny index finger as it explored my scrotum.
“Momma, there’s something inside there,” there
was a hint of excitement in her voice.
“Those are Kenny’s testicles. You can call them balls. Don’t they feel like little balls?” Aunt
Jenny wasn’t the picture of couth.
“Yeah,” the six year old offered the same
response as she played moving my testes around their enclosure.
It must have been a real scene. A naked almost twelve year old having his
penis yanked and balls maneuvered by a water-winged naked six year old
girl. Three adults sitting in lawn
chairs just watching,recording, laughing and encouraging her exploration.
“Mind if I get some more pictures?” Jenny asked.
“No go right ahead. I must admit it is kind of cute.” My father
observed as he videoed the entire session himself.
The kid had a death grip on the shaft of my
penis. It was much too long for her to
cover it all. I remember her poking my
scrotum with the index finger of her left hand while continuing the grip on my
shaft. She was intrigued. I started to wiggle a bit and was immediately
cautioned by my father.
“Don’t you dare try to pull away. You let her do
whatever she wants. She won’t hurt
you.” Mom cautioned.
From behind the camera, Dad had to add, “She
isn’t going to do much that Eddy hasn’t done to you already.”
Jenny returned with her camera and went
immediately to work. “This is soooo
cute. Pull on it, Honey.” Click, click, click.
“Here, Molly, you put some of this on him now. She squirted some lotion into the child’s
hand and she began applying it. Yep,
you’re right. She concentrated on my
genitalia and didn’t stray far from there.
Never touched my face, chest or for that matter my legs. Just coated the penis and scrotum over and
Then Jenny couldn’t stand it. I imagine the days of yore when she felt up
the first year scouts kicked in, she sat down across from her daughter. “Here let Mommy feel it too.” I felt the
adult hand as it gently stroked my penis from its base to the tip of the
glans,“My goodness you’re quite a boy there Kenny.” She twisted the bulbous glans between her
thumb and fore finger.
Molly continued to stare inquisitively at what
her mother was doing to me. When she
started stimulating the glans, the child interrupted, “I want to do that”. Jenny relinquished her hold so Molly could
make her clumsy attempt at my glans between her thumb and finger.
Meanwhile Jenny focused her attention on my ball
sack. “Ever wonder why little boys’
balls are so plump at times and loose like this. I mean just look at them. When he gets out of the water, they’re like
tennis balls. Leave ‘em in the sun for awhile and they’re like all deflated.”
Mom replied, “Shrinkage I guess when he gets
them cold. He loosens up when they warm
up a bit. But they’ve really just begun
their growth spurt. His scrotum used to
be the size of a lime and now we’ve got a good sized peach. Go figure.”
Dad interrupted, “Well ladies, when they are
cold the testicles naturally retreat into the abdominal area so they maintain
heat. When they get hot they extend to
try to remain cool. They like to
maintain an appropriate temperature and they have a natural adjustment process. I’m surprised you didn’t learn that in
biology or sex-ed when you were in school.”
Jenny was the only one to respond, “No,
shit. First, I heard that.”The next
remark from Jenny as she continued to explore my boyhood was a little
bothersome, but not unexpected, “Hey you can keep him naked all the time while
we’re here. I would never stand in the
way of the kid’s therapy. Would you like
Kenny to stay like this while we visit, Molly?”
Mom was quick to acknowledge that I would be
nude for the rest of the weekend. As she
did so, Jenny’s index finger began poking at my anus. I remember the thrust that drove it home.
“Oh, my, there’s a little prostate right there.
She pressed hard inside me.” To add to my embarrassment she asked, “You
aren’t shooting anything yet are you?”
I had no idea what that meant. I just shrugged. My Mom answered, “No not yet. Give him another year or so. At least, let him grow some hair.” Both ladies laughed and even my Dad appeared
to get a kick out of that conversation as well.
“I wanna put my finger in there Mama,” the six
year old pull at her mother’s arm. Her
mother just moved aside and allowed her daughter to shove her finger up my
ass. “Ooooo, it’s gushy in here.” Molly
quickly finished her exploration and went back to playing with my penis. “I like this part.”
“Well, Baby, you can touch it whenever you want
while you’re here,” my father encouraged his niece.
Within the hour, my sister returned. Joining us in the backyard she immediately
was amused by her naked cousin playing with her naked brother’s penis. In keeping with her female roots, her only
observation was, “Oh that’s cute.”
The weekend went pretty much along the same line
as that day. Molly and Jenny played with
my penis and testicles at whim and occasionally took a digital tour of my anus
and rectum. On the final day, Jenny
asked something that made me immediately defensive.
“Hey, Marianne, Molly’s birthday is the 24th
of next month. She’ll have a lot of her
little girl friends over for a party.
Wouldn’t it be nice to have Kenny over, naked of course, so the little
folks could have some fun with him. Kind
of a party favor. I wonder if the other
kids’ parents would object though.”
I remember thinking “anything but that.” And,
the relief I felt when Mom said, “They might.
Not everyone would want their kids exposed to a naked kid of the
opposite sex.” I breathed easy, but
then, “I guess you could call them and explain and those who wanted it would
come, and those who didn’t wouldn’t.”
“You wouldn’t be opposed to letting me have him
for the day?”
“No, not at all.
His peter would really get a workout that day, wouldn’t it?”
I thought then that the whole conversation was
designed to pull my string and just embarrass me. Surely they were kidding and the whole thing
was rehearsed. Jenny then asked “I’m
sure. What do you think Kenny?”
“I don’t think it would be good. I think little kids shouldn’t be allowed to
see a boy my age naked.” All I can say
was it was a lame nice try.
“Oh, I think most would like it. I can tell
their mothers to bring their cameras.
You know anything goes. I can
tell them they can play too. You know
kind of grab a handful.” Jenny was just
trying, and successfully so, to make me even more frightened at the prospect.
Then Mom said, “I guess we could reserve the
date until you test the waters. If it
looks good, he’ll be there naked and ready.”
Sarcastically I mumbled, “Yeah, right.”
“No really, Kenny, I’m going to let all the
little girls play with your boy parts at her party. I’m not kidding.” Jenny must have overheard
my comment. “And, you will be nude the
whole time and if you give me any grief you’ll get the belt right there in
front of all those little girls and their mothers. That would be kind of stimulating for me and
I’m sure anyone who watched. Imagine,
you bent over something with that long dick of your swinging each time the belt
crossed that bare ass and made that loud snap, the red stripes on your tanned
little bum, and the crying and screaming while I did it. Oh shit, I’m getting wet just thinking about
“Jenny!” Mom took offense to the last statement.
At the time, neither Molly nor I even remotely caught the innuendo, but my
mother did. “There are kids here. You
could have kept that to yourself.”
Mom ended it with, “Jenny, I’ll give you a call
on the 20th and you can tell me whether to bring him by or not. I could drop him the day before, so you and
Molly could have some playtime for yourselves.”
“Oh, Molly would love that.” Who was she trying to kid. She was the one who would like that. I’m not sure Molly could care less. She seemed all played out at that point. She hadn’t accosted my groin in over an hour
and I was sitting with legs spread the whole time, “So your little cousin can
play with it if she wants to.” Then her
face took an ominous expression, “And, I assure you, young man, I will use the
belt if you give us any trouble.”
“Yes, she will, with our blessing.” My mother