Vignettes of Californium, Part XVI -- New Kids in Town

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It was the first day of my new life.

I had flown in earlier that day, gotten a rental car at the airport, drove to the motel that I was staying at, and checked in. Now I was sitting in the lobby when the only people here I knew at all came in. Their names were Dave and Sylvie, both about my age, maybe year or two older. We had been corresponding remotely for some time, but this was my first time meeting either of them in person.

After handshakes, I talked about my trip over and my brief experiences there so far. “How do you feel about being here? Has it sunk in yet?” asked Dave. I replied that I was starting to get used to how different things were from home.

“Think you’re ready to start dressing native yet?”, he asked.

“Let’s do it,” I answered.

“Let’s go up to your room; it will be an easier transition that way, with just Sylvie and me.”

Upon arrival at my motel room, I had already stripped down to nothing except a speedo. Once we got back in there together and closed the door, I grabbed each side of the suit and pulled it down. Then Dave and I both stood naked in front of Sylvie.

“Welcome to Californium!” Dave said with a smile.



A couple of years earlier, I would never have imagined myself in this situation. I went to college not far from my hometown, majoring in computer science. There seemed to be plenty of companies in the field in the area, so I figured that this was one apple that was not going to fall very far from the tree. But during my time perusing Internet chat forums, I eventually came across Sylvie and Dave, who were also in college. We eventually started regularly exchanging emails, and the two of them told me about living where they were, in Californium. And somewhere along the line, a funny thing happened -- I found myself wishing that I was there too. Eventually, I changed a few things, like tossing my boxer shorts and replacing them with much smaller underpants, and replacing the trunks that had always ser me as swimwear with a speedo suit, at least in the university pool. And I found myself wanting to go around naked in front of the rest of my family – especially the female members – whenever I was back home, although I desisted out of fears that it would make them uncomfortable. So I sought out some companies in my field in Californium and applied there, and one of them gave me an interview – and, in the end, a job offer, which I ended up accepting. It was an interview that was, in a couple of ways, very distinctive from the others I had. It was conducted via video, and the managers who interviewed me said that they had been uncertain whether I would really be able to adjust to living in Californium before they saw that I was naked for the camera.

But that time, they mostly saw me just from chest level upward, and I was seated. I panned the video camera once to show that I was fully naked. Now here I was, me and another man both standing totally naked in front of a fully clothed woman.

Last night was when I had said most of my goodbyes to the friends and family back home that I had grown up with. It would be a long time before I would see any of them in person again, and by then I would have a very different opinion about my hometown.

The San Sebastian Airport didn’t seem all that different from any other that I had been to, but hardly had I obtained my rental car and driven away from the airport that I first spotted a naked man walking on the sidewalk. And when I got to an area with more pedestrians, I soon spotted groups where all of the females were fully clothed and all of the males were naked.

Now it was my first time joining them.

“How are you feeling right now?” asked Dave.

“It’s – weird. But in a good way.”

“Let’s make it a bit weirder. Sylvie, how about taking in his body with your eyes.”

“Stand facing me”, Sylvie told me. “Hands at your sides.” Sylvie turned slightly also so that she was directly facing me. Her eyes scanned my now-naked body up and down before settling to look straight at my exposed genitals. I felt a tingling in my penis and it jerked upward a little. “I admit,” continued Dave, “that this is something I never experienced, since I’ve pretty much spent my whole life this way. My father, though, did experience something like that once. Californium hasn’t always been CFNM.”

“Turn around,” said Sylvie to me. I did so. After several seconds, she told me to face her again. Dave stepped over and stood next to me so that Sylvie could take our bodies in side by side.

On a different subject – when and where do you start work?”



Sylvie was a few inches shorter than me. She was wearing a white long-sleeved, high-necked buttonless shirt and casual pants. Later I would find out that underneath that she was wearing a bodysuit that covered her entire body a second time, and under that in turn a bra and panties. Her light brown hair was waist-length. She was wearing a lot of jewelry, most prominently a tiara in her hair. She had a nicely shapely figure which her clothes completely covered but didn’t hide. Dave was about the same height as myself, and he too was dressed in the manner that was pretty much standard for men and boys about his age and below, which was to say, complete nudity. His hair was basically crew-cut length.

This was my first time being fully naked, standing in full view of a woman I had never met in person before.

If I was already feeling strange at an experience I would never have even imagined having back home, that feeling would soon get weirder.

We decided to go for a walk. The motel was located in a suburban area with a number of stores and restaurants and a couple of other motels up and down the street. We passed a handful of other pedestrians. The males were all either naked or wore nothing except a thong or speedo. Several times, we stopped, and then Dave and I stood side by side again to allow the women – and sometimes, girls – to look our naked bodies over the same way that Sylvie had in my motel room.

When we returned to the motel room, Dave and Sylvie talked some about helping me find a more permanent place to live. Then Dave said, “There’s a little social party that we’ll be going to this evening. Would you like to join us?”

“Sure.”

“OK, then”. Dave gave me the time it would start, and the address. “See you there.” The two of them took their leave.



“Hello, cousin!” Michelle Harman exclaimed on seeing Sarah Miles at the San Sebastian Airport. The two had never met before, but Michelle recognized Sarah from photos and video conversations.

Actually, it was only recently that Michelle had even learned about this branch of her family tree, by doing a little genealogical research and then talking with her mother. She was able through the Internet to eventually connect with Sara. After some time spent chatting online, the two had ended up agreeing to meet in person. Michelle had just finished her junior year of college and was starting her summer break. She wasn’t sure how long she would stay – if she really liked it, she thought to herself, she might stay the whole summer until it was time to start her senior year. Other than being in the metro area of a city called San Sebastian in Californium, Michelle knew very little about just where Sara lived.

“Welcome to Californium!” Sara exclaimed to her. “And now that you’re here, you’ll never want to leave.”

“Why is that?”

“You’ll see.”

The most distinctive feature that Michelle had noticed about Sarah was the tiara in her hair. Now she was wearing it again. And while Michelle thought of herself as having long hair, Sarah’s was much longer, extending slightly below her waist. Although it was a warm day, Sarah was dressed in a long-sleeved shirt and long pants. Although Michelle was also wearing long pants – she would have worn shorts, but Sarah had suggested she not do so – the sleeves on her shirt were short. Michelle also noticed that Sarah was wearing a lot more jewelry than she was.

Sarah was also in college, but had only completed a single year. She had just moved back to her family’s home for the summer break. As the two reached where Sarah was parked, got in her car, and left the airport, heading for Sarah’s family’s home, the two of them exchanged academic experiences and hoped-for careers. Then they started into talking about their respective families. Sarah had one brother, age 16, and one sister, age 13.

It was when Michelle was talking about her experiences playing tennis in high school that she first saw.

“I did make the final in one tournament. I also made a final in doubles playing with my friend Grace, and also…Oh my God! Did you see that? I saw a man there, and he sure looked like he was n-n-n…he didn’t have any clothes on! And I swear – oh my God, there is another one! So was true, that first man was naked!” And just a moment later, “Oh my God again, a man and a boy, both naked! But I see the girl with them isn’t.”

As they continued home and Michelle continued to spot naked males outside, she asked “Is that what you meant when you said that I will see?”

“A big part of it, yes.”

“Do females go around naked, too?”

“No, never. In fact, if anything we might have to worry about keeping you from being under-dressed in some places.”

Michelle continued to gawk at the periodic sightings of naked males. Meanwhile, Sarah prepared the next big surprise by firing off a quick text message request to her family.

Upon arriving at Sarah’s house, she used her key to open the front door and the two of them stepped inside. They were met first by Sarah’s sister, Callie. Michelle noticed that Callie was also wearing a tiara, and although her hair was a shade lighter than her sister’s she otherwise resembled Sarah in hair length, clothing, and jewelry. After Sarah introduced Michelle to her, Callie said to her sister, “Your father and brother are doing what you asked, right over there.” Michelle and Sarah walked over to where Callie was pointing – and Michelle gave a gasp. The two males were standing side by side, both naked, but that was not what made her gasp. The boy’s penis was almost fully erect, and his father’s partially so.

“Oh my God again!” Michelle exclaimed. “How much does this happen?”

“Oh, I see them this way a whole lot at home,” replied Sarah. “Especially Jake”, referring to her brother.

After gazing for a few seconds, Michelle’s eyes half-turned to Sarah. “Can I, uh, gaze right at them that way”?

“Sure, look all you want.” Michelle did, taking the entirely of their naked bodies in, but not surprisingly focusing on their genitals. Nobody said anything while Michelle continued gazing intently. After a short while, Sarah broke the silence with “Do you want them to turn around for a bit?” “OK”, replied Michelle, and Sarah said to them “Now face the wall,” and as they obliged Michelle’s eyes now took in their bare butts. After a short while longer, Sarah told them to face her and Michelle again. As Michelle again looked over their erect genitals, she said to Sarah:

“I’m beginning to get the idea of why you said that I would never want to leave!”

To be continued

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I pulled up to the address I had been given. That I had the right house was also indicated by there being several other cars parked on the street in front and nearby. After parking, I walked up to the front door of the house and rang the bell.

A nice-looking woman in maybe her mid-thirties answered it. “Hello,” she said.

“Hi, my name is Brendan,” I said to her. “I hope that Sylvie or Dave said to expect me.”

“Ah yes, that was who they said to expect. Come in.” I stepped into the foyer.

“I’m Carrie, and this is my house, so I’m the host. I know you’re not from Californium. I don’t know how much they told you about what to expect.” But after she looked me up and down much the same way that Sylvie had, she added “But it looks like they told you one thing at least.” I had remained naked the whole time between when they left me and now. “You know, you would think that what things are like here, it would be mostly women who move to Californium. But I read that it’s actually pretty close to an equal female-to-male ratio.

Now if you were native, I’d fondle you now. But maybe you’re not ready for that yet. Although I see that you are feeling a sense of excitement about being naked in front of me.” My penis was tingling, and beginning to stiffen and rise. “I’ll just take you to meet everyone else now.” She led me to a large room at the lowest of what was a tri-level house. I stared at what was in front of me.

I had seen quite a bit male nudity here already, of course. But what I saw took it to a whole new level. There were about thirty people I could see in the room and an adjacent one, mostly close to my age in appearance, and roughly equally divided between men and women, along with a few teenagers. All of the women and girls resembled Sylvie, with hair down to their waists, wearing long-sleeved shirts with casual slacks or long skirts, and sporting copious jewelry including, most conspicuously, a tiara. Likewise, all of the males were like Dave was in being completely naked and with very short hair. But what was most distinctive about the scene before me was that just about all of those males had a female hand wrapped about their penis shaft or otherwise playing with their genitals, and most had another female hand stroking their butt-cheeks. I recalled what Carrie had said about fondling me. I could see that all of the penises without a female hand wrapped around them were erect. It was my first real introduction to how in Californium, personal boundaries for males were all but nonexistent. It would not be the last.

There were other distinctive features. Carrie’s hair had stopped about halfway down her back, but the hair on all of the females here was much longer, approximately down to their waists. They were all resplendently bedecked with many rings on their fingers and other jewelry of several types, culminating in tiaras in their hair. The men and boys all had very short hair – some would have fit right in in the military. In fact, although I considered my hair to be short, it was the longest on any male in sight. They were as plain as the women were bedecked, being limited to a few who had watches on.

They were all engaged in conversation while divided into circles of about seven or eight, with males and females in alternation to the extent possible, which facilitated the ability for the women to have their hands on the male bodies. Carrie led me over to the circle where Sylvie and Dave were. Sylvie’s hand was wrapped around Dave’s penis.

This circle had two females standing next to each other. Dave suggested I go stand between them. They separated to allow me in between them. One appeared about my own age but the other was several years younger, probably only fifteen or sixteen.

“You probably had better not put your hands on him,” Dave said to the two females on either side of me. “Brendan has just arrived in Californium for the first time, and although Sylvie and I have told him a lot about what life is like here, I’m sure he hasn’t experienced that before.”

But I felt a desire to fit in as quickly as I could, and besides, I found a part of me wanting them to put their hands on me.

“Go ahead, do like you would ordinarily do,” I said to the two of them, “I’m game for it.”

Once I joined the group, the conversation turned to a comparison of what life was like between their hometown and mine. When I talked about how males went around fully clothed just as females did, how they were not touched and grabbed the way I was being now, and how conversely women on the beach might wear revealing bikinis, one of them nodded and said that Californium actually used to be like that too, although none of them were old enough to have experienced it for themselves. My remaining talk about myself revolved around how I got to Californium and what kind of job I would be starting.

Meanwhile, the older female reached out with one hand and began to slowly and gently run it up and down my naked body from my chest to my knees, pausing a bit each time her palm went over my penis. After several minutes, when her hand again reached my penis she did not continue the motion downwards but rather wrapped her hand around it like so many of the other women were doing. Meanwhile, the teenage girl put a hand on my butt and began to rub and spank it. Then I felt my penis being gently stroked. The effect of that was rapid and powerful. I began to drift off, the group conversation receding into the distance while my mind and feelings were all on the hands on my body, especially the one on my penis which was becoming stiffer and stiffer. Without my realizing it, my breathing became more rapid. Finally, precum began to drip from my penis, which caught the attention of the two females, and they both let go. That quickly brought me back to awareness of my surroundings. “Whoa”, I said, “Too much too soon, I guess.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s what happens if you’re not used to it,” replied Dave. “You ladies better lay off of him.”.

And they did – for a while. Eventually, though, the hands came back, sort of. The two of them went back to doing what they had done originally, running their hands up and down my naked body. That wasn't enough to make me lose my self-control a second time.

But when I drove back to the motel, it was in a daze over the evening’s events. After I climbed into bed, I did something that I hadn’t done in a while – masturbated. Like crazy. Thinking about the day’s events – a day like none I had ever experienced before – made it easy. It was also the first time in my life that I went to bed totally naked. Something I would later discover was done by every man and boy in Californium.

When I got up the next morning, there was a text message on my phone. It was from Carrie, my host the previous evening. Was I interested in getting out of the motel? When I replied Yes, she called me. She explained that there was a family with an extra bedroom that was interested in hosting me.



Michelle continued to stare at Sarah’s father’s and brother’s naked bodies.

“You haven’t seen anything yet!” Sarah told her. “We have total access to male bodies. I’ll show you.” She spoke softly to Callie, and a moment later Callie stepped in front of Jake while Sarah stepped in front of their father. Positioning themselves to make sure that Michelle could see what they were doing, Michelle’s eyes grew even wider when Callie reached out to her older brother and put both of her palms on his naked body, one in front and one behind, and began gently rubbing his body in a circle. Meanwhile, Sarah had put her hands on her father’s equally naked body and move her hands around in the same fashion. Then the girls’ hands moved steadily downward. “They’re getting closer to, to…” Michelle thought to herself. Jake’s penis, already erect, moved upward even more in response, and their father’s was visibly stiffening and rising as well. And then it happened. The girls’ hands on the males’ front sides reached down and wrapped around their erect organs. “My God, I’ve never even seen my father naked in my whole life!” Michelle thought as for the next several minutes the girls whipped the penises from side to side and up and down while at the same time their other hands reached the males’ buttocks and began spanking them. It was only when a few drops of liquid dripped out of Jake’s penis that Callie finally let go.

Michelle was still in a daze from what she had witnessed when she and Sarah moved to the children’s bedroom afterwards. As was common in Californium, the bedroom was large enough for all three of the Miles children, although it was not originally; their parents had had the house modified to join two formerly separate bedrooms. Sarah had become especially interested in observing Jake sleeping – naked and without covers, as was standard practice for boys in Californium who shared bedrooms with their sisters – when he reached puberty. She had had Jake describe to her what sort of fantasies or other visions went through his mind while watching him masturbate.

“So why the tiaras?” Michelle asked.

“They’re symbolic, mainly”.

“Of what?”

“Well, who else wears tiaras? Queens and princesses. Royalty. So what they symbolize is privilege. Female privilege, specifically. Especially over our male brethren.”

“How so?”

“It starts with what you've seen already, by our having full access to male bodies anytime we want, while they have no access to ours except for their wife or girlfriend, and even then their access is usually kept very limited. Also, all male bodies -- at least those up to about our age -- are 'owned' by one or more females. Callie and I own Jake’s body. Not in a legal sense. But we control his physical appearance, and he is not supposed to change it without our approval. The two of us decide when he should go get his hair cut, for example. Which we do pretty frequently, so it will really stand out from our own hair length.” Michelle recalled that Jake’s hair was very short, shorter than his father’s. “Owning his body reinforces the idea that it's available for us girls to play with whenever we want, as long as we want. Then there is the whole policy of spanking and other corporal punishment. It’s forbidden by law to do to females, but not to males. And girls never get a substitute punishment. If there is some standard punishment that is given to girls for some action, guys get corporal punishment and get the additional punishment as well. And in the legal system, females are given lighter sentences than males for the same offense. And as a general rule, girls and women are served first. There’s more. The main exceptions are like in getting school grades or getting a job, those things are supposed to be equal-opportunity.

The males themselves don't actually see all of that as female privilege. Jake is as dedicated to going naked as we are to keep our bodies covered. And he believes just as much that Callie and I should have free access to his body while he has none to ours.

Now I have been hearing that there is a proposal going around to draft young men into servitude for a year or two. I haven’t heard too much detail, but it would be civilian work and not military servitude. They’d be slaves, not soldiers.

I have an extra tiara or two. I would recommend you put one on too. Is that OK?”

“Yes.”

Sarah looked through her drawers, found a tiara, and helped Michelle, who had never worn one before, put it on properly. Michelle couldn’t help but admire in a mirror how she looked with one on.

“You can come join me when I’m in my current job. But we had better check first that you are properly dressed for it.”

“What’s your job as?”

“A lifeguard!”

To be continued

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The next morning, I called up the prospective host family to arrange a time to meet. We agreed on a time that afternoon.

The host family’s home was in a newer neighborhood in Fairmont, a suburb of the city of San Sebastian. When I rang the doorbell, a woman I guessed to be about forty years in age answered and asked me to come in after I told her my name. I had asked over the phone if I should arrive naked and was told that would be fine. Consequently, she gave me the same looking-over than Carrie did, her eyes going up and down a few times over my body before appearing to focus on my penis.

The prospective hosts were a family of five. The parents’ names were Maria and Nathaniel Castellano. There were three children. Samuel, the oldest and the only boy, was not quite fifteen years of age. The girls were Eva, age twelve, and Lila, age nine. Being in a newer home in Californium, it had an extra-large bedroom that all three children could share, along with one additional unoccupied bedroom available for me to use.

The two girls wore long-sleeved shirts and jeans, while Maria wore a long-sleeved turtleneck shirt and a floor-length skirt. Samuel and his father were, like myself, completely naked.

I gave a brief introduction about myself, and Maria introduced her family. I mentioned about how I was not from Californium,, but had just accepted a job there, and although the lifestyle in Californium was very different from the one I had grown up in, I nevertheless wanted to experience it. Maria and Nathaniel’s families had both moved to Californium when they were children; their own children had lived there all their lives. I then asked if there were any house rules I should know about. She replied that there were no special rules that she could think of, especially since I was an adult. She showed me around the house, including my prospective bedroom. She asked for what seemed like a very modest rent amount, especially given the salary that I would make on my new job. I accepted.

The next morning after getting out of bed, I took a shower – little realizing how much that was about to change – packed my things, checked out of the motel, and drove over to my new home. We spent the rest of the day becoming more acquainted with each other. Although I had my own bedroom there, I kept the door open while I was inside; I was already beginning to understand that males there did not expect much privacy, although I did not yet know fully how little privacy that really was.

After dinner, something particularly notable occurred. Nathaniel and Samuel went and stood side by side. Maria and her daughters walked over to them, picked up their penises, and began to gently rub and stroke them. I could see the two of them begin to stiffen. When the ladies stepped back, the two males were both erect. They would go around that way for the rest of the evening.

I went to bed the way I spent the day – naked. During the night, I was aware that at at least one point at least one of the girls came into my room and ran a flashlight up and down my body. When I awoke fully, I realized that the bedcover that I had pulled over the lower half of my body was now drawn fully back, leaving me uncovered.

After getting up the next morning, I started out as usual by heading to the shower. I opened the shower/tub door, stepped in, and closed it, but before I had turned the water on the door had been opened again. I looked over and Eva was standing there.

“O-h-h-h, I think I get it. You want to watch me shower, is that it?”

But she seemed taken aback by that. “No, no,” she replied. “I am here to bathe you. Me and Lila.”

Now it was my turn to be surprised. To be sure, I had spent much of the evening before last being fondled by a girl several years younger than myself, something I hadn’t mentioned to this family. But these two girls were both much younger than she was.

Seeing my look of surprise, she continued “The two of us bathe Samuel every day. And I have done it with Dad too. Sometimes Lila and I together.”

“Is that customary here? I had no idea.”

“Well, for men my Dad’s age, not every day. But I don’t know that Samuel has ever bathed himself. He totally expects the two of us to bathe him. As for men your age, I don’t know completely, but my understanding is that in general they never bathe themselves either.”

I consented. I was just beginning to understand how completely male bodies in Californium were under female control. Plus, I was starting to feel turned on by the thought of being bathed by much younger girls.

Eva walked off, only to reappear at the door a couple of minutes later with Lila. Both were wearing what I discovered were popular swim suits for girls in Californium – suits completely covering the torso both front and rear and extending down to about mid-thigh. Standing there naked, I was also wearing what was the universal swim wear for boys. The two of them stepped into the tub, one on each side of me, with Lila putting down a step to easily be able to reach all the way up my body. Eva told me to face her with my arms hanging down but a little away from my body, and turned the water on. Once I was wet, the girls got to work soaping my entire body, Eva doing my front side and Lila my backside. Both girls started at the bottom and worked their way upward. They skipped my groin and butt area, and initially I thought I was supposed to do that part myself, but soon realized that they were only saving those parts for last. In fact, she lingered extra-long on soaping up my penis and balls, the first of which, was left partially erect from the feel of her hands on it. After I was rinsed down and shampooed, Eva told me to turn around so I faced away from her. She opened the door for a moment and then closed it again. Then I felt a sting and I gave a small exclamation as something hard and flat struck me on the buttocks. I turned my head around to see Eva with a paddle in her hand as she struck my butt-cheeks a second time. “Did I do something wrong?” I asked. “No,” she replied as the paddle smacked my butt once more. “This is just because males can be spanked, and females can’t. OK, we’re all done.” We all stepped out. Eva told me to stand there as she and Lila each grabbed a towel and dried down the same side of me that they had washed. The last thing that Eva did was just for fun: with my penis now even a little bit more erect than before, she pushed down on it and let go, and watched it swing up and down. As I exited the bathroom, Samuel came in, and he and the two girls headed to the shower so they could bathe him as they had done with me.



Later that morning, Eva came to my room and asked “Do you want to go to the high school swim meet with us? Samuel is competing in it.” I said Yes.

Maria drove us all there, the three children and myself. This was the league championship, involving all of the high schools in that region of the San Sebastian metro area. As such, it was not held at any of the schools’ own pools but a regional aquatics center with plenty of spectator seating.

Upon our arrival, Samuel left us to check in with the Fairmont High School team. He would be swimming his best stroke, the butterfly. The rest of us headed up into the grandstand above the pool. As there was some time before the competition began, I fell into conversation with the family sitting next to us, who had both a son and daughter entered. They were not representing the same school but the son was not entered in any of the same events as Samuel.

As the competition began and I looked around, something quickly became apparent. When the boys emerged into the pool area, they were all naked. That didn’t surprise me as Samuel was naked when he rode with us to the event. But that was far from all. So were all of the male coaches. And in fact, just about every other male to be seen was naked. Including us in the stands. Including myself, once I was fully cognizant of the situation – I had put in a speedo, and carried some additional clothing with me in case I was underdressed, but in fact it was the opposite. On seeing just about every other male in the stands totally unclothed, I quickly yanked the speedo off. The few males in the stands who were not totally naked were just about as close to it as possible, in just a g-string that covered the penis but essentially nothing else.

I could see Maria and the two girls taking in all of the naked male flesh in the pool area, which although there were clearly more females there still eventually numbered in the hundreds.

All of the girls presented a striking contrast. The female swimmers all wore suits that completely covered them from neck to just above the knee both front and back. Most of the females in the stands, like Eva and Lila, were wearing a long-sleeved shirt and pants (or a full-length skirt), leaving all of their body covered except their hands, even though it was a warm day. That went for all of the girls and young women that I could see. Maria was one of those showing any more skin than that, as she was wearing short sleeves. It was pretty obvious that she and her daughters, and most of the women and girls in the stands, were looking around taking in all of the exposed male flesh. Some were probably including mine in that count. The mother of the family sitting next to me said that in her high school days she had been on her school’s swim team – one of those competing there that day – and how different things where then, when the boys all wore suits and the males in the stands were fully clothed.

The event began with all of the swimmers gathered around the pool doing warm-ups – stretches first, then calisthenics. When the swimmers started doing jumping jacks, the stands erupted into cheers from many of the girls and women. While the girls’ swimsuits held their breasts firmly in place, the boys’ naked bodies were completely defenseless from the forces that that exercise imposed. Their penises flailed wildly about, repeatedly flying upward to strike their groins or stomachs (depending on penis length) then back down again. By the time the exercise was through, some of the boys’ penises had clearly begun to stiffen. As had my own by that point. Not just from what I had just observed, but also while I had already been in a room full of other naked males, this took things to a whole new level – between those in the stands and on the pool deck, we numbered in the hundreds here.

When the warmups ended shortly after, the swimmers dispersed, most leaving the pool deck except for those in the first event, the boys’ 100-meter freestyle heats. Each school was allowed two swimmers per event for most of them, and with eight lanes that meant two preliminary races and a final. But with the shorter freestyle discipline being the most popular, each school was allowed three entrants, so that required two rounds before the final. Add that all up and that meant a lot of races for the whole event, so it went on for several hours. Maria, Eva, and Lila broke out into cheers at the second preliminary race of the boys’ 100-meter butterfly, when Samuel came out and mounted on one of the starting blocks. And they cheered again after the race was done and his name was announced as one of the qualifiers into the final. And when he touched the final wall in that event he was third, meaning a spot on the podium.

Following the individual events on the card came the relays – there was not just boys’ and girls’ relays, but mixed freestyle and medley relays as well, two boys and two girls per relay team, the only time that boys and girls were in the pool at the same time. Samuel earned a second medal when his team came in second in the boys’ medley relay.

I thought that the relays would be the end of the meet, but it wasn’t so. What happened next did explain something that had puzzled me. The boys’ earlier individual races had been denoted as “nonerect”. Now came a notice of a “boys’ 50 m backstroke (erect)”. Eight boys strode out onto the pool deck, together with eight girls. The boys stopped near the starting blocks and stood with their hands at their sides. Each of the girls walked up to a boy, facing him, and gently pickup up his penis in her hands and began stroking it, continuing to do so until they were all fully erect. The girls departed and the boys dropped into the pool to take their backstroke ready position.

If the regular boys’ backstroke events were of particular interest to the female spectators, this race was doubly so. As the boys churned through the water, their penises stood straight up out of it. I would learn later, in fact, that their penis heads were required to stick up out of the water for the duration of the race; any that slipped under the water resulted in a disqualification, so each boy was stimulated by a teammate to ensure maximum stiffness.

After the 50 m backstroke there came two more “erect” events, the 50 m freestyle and the 100 m backstroke. I was wondering if diving into the water in a fully face-down position would be painful with a full erection, but that went off without a hitch; in that event, the boys jumped into the water from the edge of the pool rather than a starting block so that the dive would be smaller.

After those races came the podium ceremonies. Each of the top three racers (or teams, for the relays) in each event received a medal; the ladies of my host family broke into cheers when Samuel came out to receive his medal for the butterfly and again for the medley relay. The podium ceremonies had a notable difference between the girls’ ceremonies and the boys’: the girls’ medals were draped around their necks while the boys were just handed their medals. The reason, I discovered, was that the medals were considered as an adornment when worn around the neck, and under the CFNM practiced in Californium the boys were generally averse to not only clothing but any adornment as well.

Finally, there was an announcement of overall school placements. Fairmont High finished third in the boys’ category overall and fifth in the girls’.

Another aspect of life in Californium was first brought home to me when the four of us went to the lunch booth. I was in front of Maria and the girls as we approached the line at the food booth, but I was about to step into line, Maria pulled me back. “Ladies first!” she said softly to me. I nodded understanding. In addition to the three with me, I had arrived just ahead of an all-female group of three. I duly signaled for them to get in line first, then stepped aside so that Maria and the girls could get in line ahead of me.

The priority order when several groups of people approached a place like that was determined by the percentage of females in each group.



“Did you bring any pajamas with you?” Sarah asked Michelle. “Or full-length nightgowns?” Michelle replied that she did bring a couple of pairs of pajamas. “In that case,” said Sarah, “you can join us in the big group bedroom for sleeping. It will be more enjoyable. Otherwise, we might have had to put you in the guest bedroom to sleep by yourself. Unless you’d rather be by yourself.”

For the rest of the day, Michelle continued to observe Jake and his father totally naked, and often with at least a partial erection, especially Jake. Whenever one of his sisters would pass by, she would playfully push down on it and watch it bounce up and down.

That night, after the family had spent some time watching television together (not so much unlike back home, Michelle thought, except for all of the on-screen male nudity), Michelle changed (in private) into one of her pairs of pajamas and joined Sarah and her siblings in the big bedroom. Sarah and Callie were also in pajamas, while Jake was naked as she had seen him be the whole day. There were four people and only three beds, but Jake had given up his bed to Michelle and would be sleeping on an extra mattress on the floor. That mattress, she noticed, had a fitted sheet around it but no other coverings. Before they all got into our beds, Sarah handed Michelle a flashlight.

“Is this so I can find my way around at night?” she asked her.

“If you really need to, although once your eyes get accustomed to the night you shouldn’t,” she replied. “The real reason is if you want to use it to look at Jake’s body during the night.”

Callie got into her bed and Michelle into hers (or rather Jake’s) and pulled the covers over themselves while Jake lay down uncovered on the mattress. Sarah switched off the light and got into her bed.

It wasn’t long before someone turned a flashlight on – it was Callie – and shone it over Jake’s body. Michelle was a little startled to see that he was clearly masturbating. She couldn’t help but watch; she had never seen a boy do that before. Sarah turned hers on as swell and shone it on his body, making the display easier to see. The three females continued to watch him until several gobs of liquid shot out from his penis.



“Did you bring any bathing suits?” Sarah asked Michelle the next morning.

“Yes.’

“Let me see them.”

The first suit that Michelle produced was a bikini. “That’s a swimsuit? I’ve never seen anything like that,” Sarah told her. The second suit was a one-piece, but Sarah said “That still shows more skin than any female wears. Do you have any others?”

“No.”

“Then we’ll have to go buy you one if we’re to go to the beach – and you’ll want to go to the beach while you’re here. But in the meantime, there’s one thing it can be useful for, it you put it on now. It’s…”

A short time later, the two of them went into one of the bathrooms, where Jake and Callie were waiting. Jake was naked as usual – Michelle had yet to see him with any clothes on – while Callie was in a typical female Californium swim suit, a black one-piece that completely covered her torso front and back and extended down to her upper thighs.

“Michelle will take my place today,” Sarah told them. “Do you want to do his front side or his back?” she asked, addressing Michelle.

“Um-m-m, I guess his front side.”

Sarah handed her a bar of soap and a wash cloth.

Jake stared at Michelle in some surprise. She was wearing the one-piece suit she had brought, but he had never seen a female wear a suit like it before. In contrast to Callie’s, it revealed her upper back as well as some cleavage in front and did not cover any of her thighs. It was the first time he had ever seen a female show that much skin, and the first time he had seen one show any part of her breast. From a sexuality standpoint, it was decidedly mixed signals. On the one hand, he felt a sense of excitement from seeing something that seemed forbidden for him to see. On the other, like the other males of Californium he typically found it a turn-on at the extreme difference in amount of clothing worn between males and females, and this compromised that a little.

Jake, Callie, and Michelle stepped into the shower, with Callie and Michelle taking their place on either side of Jake.

Jake could not remember a single time that he had ever bathed himself. He had always been bathed by at least one of his sisters, and usually both, as far back as he could remember. It was likewise for the other boys he knew in school. Those who had no sisters would be bathed either by their mother or by girls living next door.

Callie told Michelle to turn the water on. While Callie had bathed her brother hundreds of times, for Michelle it was a totally new and strange experience, as she began to work her way down the front of Jake’s body. Being new to it, she did it differently; while most girls saved the genitals for last and dwelt an extra-long time on them, Michelle worked straight downward the whole way, and hesitated before soaping his genitals at all – it was only from seeing what had been done to him and his father the previous day that made her realize at all that it was acceptable.

At one point, she saw Callie use a paddle in her hand – she wasn’t sure where Callie had gotten it from – to give Jake several smacks on his bare butt-cheeks.

“Why did you do that?” Michelle asked her.

“Because he’s a boy,” Callie answered. “Because boys can be spanked and girls can’t.” Callie said nothing more; apparently, Michelle thought, Callie believed that no further explanation was necessary.

When they got out of the shower, Sarah handed Michelle a towel and, in accordance with her instructions, began to towel down Jake’s front side while Callie again did likewise with his backside. When they were done, Jake went and sat down in a chair while Sarah and Michelle watched Callie spray and comb Jake’s very short hair.



Although the store they were in wasn’t actually a female clothing store, Michelle thought it wasn’t much different from such a store back home. The mems and boys’ clothing “section” was a tiny area tucked into a corner, totally dwarfed by the rows and rows of female clothing. And Michelle didn’t even initially recognize the women’s swimsuit section as one. Every single suit extended up to the neck in both front and back. The only difference in coverage was whether they covered any leg or not, and how much, as well as some suits with sleeves.

Michelle tried on several suits. Sarah stayed outside the fitting room while Michelle changed into each one; in Californium, females did not even go in a state of undress in front of each other if not necessary. Eventually, Michelle selected a gold suit with green spots and just a little bit of leg coverage.

“What does the men’s swimsuit section look like?” Michelle asked Sarah out of curiosity.

“Men’s swimsuit? There’s no such thing.”



“Would you like to go to a swim meet with us? It’s tomorrow. Jake and Callie’s school is participating. I’m sure that you’ll be glad that you went.” Michelle agreed to go.

The next morning, Michelle put on her new bathing suit, and again joined in bathing Jake. Only she and Callie switched places from the day before, with Michelle doing Jake’s backside this time. If she was in contrast with Jake’s nudity the day before, it was very much more so now in a suit that did not show any of her back or cleavage.

The swim meet was, in fact, the same one that the Castellanos were at. Michelle spent most of it being goggle-eyed; if she had been astounded by what she had seen at Sarah’s house, now she was repeatedly overwhelmed. By the sheer multitude of naked male bodies both in the stands around her and down at the pool. The contrast of the male nudity in the stands with the modest clothing being worn by all of the females there. The contrast between the naked male swimmers (and coaches) with the girls’ figure-covering suits. In the wild gyrations of the boys’ penises during the jumping jacks. And by the final “erect” events.

And when they went down to get some lunch, she couldn’t help but notice a nice-looking young man with a nice body standing in line near her.

To be continued

[TeenFan]

For centuries, moms have had a hard time getting their children to bathe often enough.
It appears this is not a problem in Californium.

In the rest of the country, Football and Basketball are the main sports attractions.
Naked competition would definitely bring out the crowds for other events like swimming.
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The most intriguing part is when Sarah hands the 30 year old male main character a flashlight.

"Is this so I can find my way around at night?" he asked.

"...The real reason is if you want to use it to look at Jake's body during the night."

With two flashlights on his naked body, sixteen year old Jake puts on a show for all those in the room.
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I can see why so many people are moving to Californium.

[ogden_edsl]

Actually, I messed up with the pronouns in that section and have corrected it. It is Michelle, not the narrator (Branden) who gets offered the flashlight! As mentioned way back in The Sleep-Over (part VII), only females get flashlights. And Branden isn't even in that house.

BTW, Branden is much younger than 30, since he just finished college as described in the first sub-part.

[ogden_edsl]

When I went to bed that night, the memories of the day – especially what I had seen and experienced at the swim meet – swirled through my head. I kept visualizing the sharp contrast between how every man and boy there, including myself, was completely naked, while all of the women and girls were totally covered up. Then added in to that was the experience of being bathed that morning by two girls not yet even in their teens, along with Samuel, Nathanel, and I remaining naked all day long, and it all definitely had an effect on me. Just a few minutes after I pulled the covers over myself, they were suddenly pulled back, and a flashlight was shown on my still-naked body. I looked out and realized that Eva and Lila were standing there, watching me. Both were wearing pajamas.

“See?” said Eva to her sister, “He’s jerking off too. All males do it, if they sleep by themselves. And if they’re old enough.”

I found out later that they regularly watched Samuel masturbate.



A few days later, I hooked up with Dave and Sylvie again, which ended up providing the most evidence yet of how little privacy was afforded to males in Californium. It started out as a shopping trip. I got some groceries that I wanted. We also did a little clothes shopping – just for Sylvie, of course. I saw that while department stores did have a men’s clothing area, it was miniscule in size, especially compared to how much space was devoted to women’s clothing.

I also got a chance to peruse a Californium version of a girlie magazine, put out by a swimsuit company. Each page featured a female model in a very modest one-piece swimsuit, together with at least one totally naked man or boy. In many of the photos the model had at least one hand on a male body, including some in which one or both of her hands was wrapped around a penis.

Later on, we went walking through a local park. On a warm day, the trees lining the trail provided welcome shade.

All of the men and boys that we encountered on the trail were dressed as Dave and I were – that is, naked. While some women wore short sleeves and a few had on shorts, that did not include anyone who looked much younger than thirty. Those were all dressed much like Sylvie was, despite the relative warmth, not showing any skin below the neck except their hands; and although I couldn’t tell, they all wore a full-length bodysuit underneath (one designed for warmer weather, which had come out in response to this younger generation’s girls' penchant for covering up, which fully covered them in a second layer while not letting them get too warm), and underwear underneath that, along with a copious amount of jewelry, most including tiaras. And the only females who had hair clearly shorter than Sylvie’s waist length tresses were in the older group.

As we passed by other walkers, some of the females reached out and briefly fondled Dave’s and my bodies, including our genitals. We obligingly stopped to allow them t to have their way with us until they let go and continued on their way. Sylvie did likewise with a few of the males that we encountered. It all helped to show me that in Californium, males, especially younger ones, had virtually no physical privacy.

Then at one point a group of children, five girls and two boys, stopped us. They were not accompanied by any adults, although the oldest girl was of high school age. The others looked to be between nine and twelve years old. The girls looked us over before the oldest one said “They look young enough, I don’t think we need to ask.” Whereupon two of the girls set themselves upon me, and the other two went over to Dave. The two by me both began to run their hands all up and down my naked body. Eventually, one of the girls wrapped one hand around my penis while the other began stroking my scrotum, while the other girl began to repeatedly spank me on my bare buttocks. Dave was being treated similarly. Both of our penises rose and hardened in response.

While this was going on, Sylvie stood and watched – although she had been an active participant on many an occasion. As for the two boys, the younger one, who may have been nine years old, was holding his penis straight out in front of him as if to simulate an erection, while the other, who showed being in puberty, was fingering his penis as his too began to stiffen.



Something I heard about from Eva was testimony to the preferred treatment that girls got. Two children in the neighborhood – a girl and her brother – had gotten in trouble for using a valuable household item as a toy and damaging it. The girl was the older one, and playing with it had been her idea, the boy just following along,. Nevertheless, only the boy was spanked. This was in part a reflection of the law in Californium that prohibited corporal punishment of females, but it had been customary for even longer there that one did not spank girls. Furthermore, although both were grounded, the boy was grounded for a slightly longer amount of time even though his sister essentially was the ringleader.



When I had done my internship, “business casual” dress for men meant a button-down or polo shirt and non-jean slacks such as khakis. I already knew that on this job, things were going to be very different, given that I had been naked for my interview. Still, I wasn’t entirely sure that nudity for men was the standard there. So when I arrived at the office on that first morning on the job, I had on my speedo, with some additional clothes stashed away in a pack – just in case. But by the time I reached the lobby, I realized that I was likely to be over-dressed in even a speedo. Consequently, before my contact, named Aaron, came out to the lobby to get me, I had yanked the speedo off.

I was able to recognize Aaron as one of my interviewers. He was as naked as I was.

After introductory greetings, he asked me what I thought of Californium so far. With a distinct air of understatement, I responded that it was definitely a different experience from my hometown. He laughed. He said that that company had a relatively high percentage of employees under the age of thirty, which meant most of the men were very used to being naked in the office. At places with an older workforce, male clothing was more to be found. The relatively few older men here that I observed there mostly did wear clothing, although they were still decidedly stripped down compared to what I had been used to.

As we walked to the place where our desks were, he talked more about what his group did and how their work fit in with what the company did as a whole. The group mostly consisted of software developers like myself, although there were also support personnel.

Upon arrival in our section, Aaron took me to the office of the supervisor, who was named Ron. He, in turn, took me to where I was to sit, and introduced me to the person who would be my primary work partner, a woman not much older than myself whose name, somewhat confusingly, had the same pronunciation as Aaron, that is, Erin. She was, of course, not naked at all. In fact, in appearance she resembled Sylvie in a number of aspects: the same waist-length hair (in a slightly darker color), very similar style of long-sleeved shirt and pants, and copious jewelry including a tiara.

It was yet another reminder of something that had struck me by now: among the females, and among the males as well, I had observed much less variation in physical appearance than where I had lived up to now. At least among the girls and women under thirty, all those I had seen had very long hair – waist length if not longer (except for very young girls who presumably weren’t old enough yet to have grown it out that long), long-sleeved shirts with long pants (or full-length skirts), and lots of jewelry including a tiara. On the other hand, the difference between the sexes in appearance was much greater than back home: the young men and boys all had hair as short as the females’ was long (making my own hair, which was certainly categorized as short back in my hometown area, seem long by comparison), and I had yet to see a single one clothed at all. I was reminded of cultures from an earlier time in history, where a similar pattern of greater uniformity in appearance within one’s own sex and difference in appearance from others of the opposite sex tended to prevail. And among more primitive tribespeople, where there was difference of clothing, males tended to wear less (or nothing at all) than females.

When I was first introduced to Erin, she did just what Carrie had done on first meeting me, and I would experience many times going forward: she looked me up and down before her eyes appeared to settle on my genitals. (In contrast to where I grew up, where women strongly disapproved to men gazing overtly at their breasts or legs, here males were disappointed if females didn’t gaze at their genitals.) And then came my first introduction to what was known as a “Californium handshake”, which only happened between a male and a female: the female’s hand shaking the male’s penis. Then she asked me to turn all the way around. While my back was to her she reached out and briefly stroked and squeezed my butt-cheeks.

“You have a nice body,” she said. “Nice butt.”

“Thank you.”

The first work day consisted mainly of being introduced to the system that we were supposed to develop. Some of it was group presentation, and some was just Erin and I one-on-one. During most of it, Erin would have a hand somewhere on my body. For a man to do anything like that with a female worker back home – even one provocatively dressed – was to invite a lawsuit. But here, with those roles reversed, it was a different story. Indeed, I tried to position myself so as to facilitate it.

Just like at the swim meet, how quickly you were allowed to be served in the cafeteria depended on the percentage of women in your group.



Michelle got several opportunities to converse with Jake, and got a better idea of what boys in Californium thought.

As a boy, Jake could not imagine wearing clothing for reasons of modesty. Only for protection from cold or hazards. And even then, boys avoided wearing clothing unless it got really cold. They all preferred to experience some discomfort than wear clothing. There were lotions available that they could put on their bodies to help. It was similar for girls in the other direction, that they would rather experience some discomfort when it was warm than wear less clothing.

He told her that he definitely liked it when girls ogled his body, especially his genitals. Or groped him. She couldn’t help but compare that to back home, where it was women who were vulnerable to being groped – and steadfastly strove to avoid it.

Jake also could not imagine bathing himself. His sisters had always bathed him for as long as he could remember. A girl being younger than her brother was no impediment to that; indeed, Jake’s sisters had bathed their father from time to time. When boys had no sister, or girls had no brother, they would often make arrangements to go over to a neighboring house, at least on non-school days, where children of the opposite sex lived.



Shortly afterwards Michelle accompanied Erin for the first time to her lifeguard duty. It was at one of the two public pools in Fairmont. On a warm day, it was a popular place to be on that day.

All boys and men were in the universal swimwear for male in Californium: nudity. All females wore swimsuits that completely covered their torso up to the neck in both front and back, as they did anywhere else in Californium. Most of their suits covered at least some portion of the thigh, with some extending down to knee-length. Michelle was wearing her new bathing suit, which although providing distinctly more coverage than the one she had brought still showed more leg than most of the other females there, including Sarah’s.

There was a changing room for females, although some just arrived at the pool wearing their suits under their street clothes.

There was one other lifeguard on duty, a college-age man. To have one lifeguard of each sex was the general rule, although there was no pattern of lifeguards attending more to patrons of their own sex. Rather, it was at least an unwritten rule in Californium to try to have equal male-female ratios as much as possible. The partner lifeguard was, of course, naked.

Rescues were rare. A more common task for lifeguards was telling children not to run alongside the pool. Another was an extension of the strong double standard between the amount of skin shown at the pool between males and females. Although females could gaze overtly at the males’ naked bodies as directly and as long as they wanted, that was not true in the reverse direction despite the coverage level of the female swimsuits. And so it happened that occasionally the lifeguards would get complaints from females about some male or males staring too much at their bodies.

Something else caught Michelle’s eye. There were at least fifteen males sporting full erections, boys as well as men, the youngest of those barely in their teens.

To be continued

[ogden_edsl]

Watching television here, I saw program after program where CFNM played a prominent part.

One was called “CFNM Games”. It was a competition show, where participants were in teams of two males and two females. There was an adult division and a youth division where all competitors were under 18 years old. The games had three events.

The first was a race with three members from each team, one male, one female, and the third of either sex. Before the start of the race, the female stimulated the male to full erection. The race consisted of the female pushing the male’s penis down and letting go, so that it would snap back up and strike a foam ball attached to a paddle held out by the third team member, launching the ball forward. The team then advanced as far forward as where the ball came to rest, and repeated the process. The first team to get the ball to the finish line was the winner.

The second consisted of a male from one team and a female from another team. The female had a long-handled paddle. The two started by facing each other in a small ring. At the Go signal, the female tried to strike one of the (transparent) paddings attached to each of the male’s bare butt-cheeks. If she did so with enough force to register, she scored a point. The female could step out of the ring, but if the male did so, it was a point for the female, with the clock stopping and the two returned to start position. The male could attempt to knock the paddle out of the female’s hand so as to force her to spend time picking it back up, but was not allowed to grab and hold her on any part of her body or to step on the paddle or otherwise impede her ability to pick it back up; doing so was a foul, and two fouls meant a point for the opponent. Bouts were five minutes each, with each team participating in four of them, two in the male role and two in the female, trying to score as many points as possible while in the female role and to keep the opponent from scoring while in the male role.

The third event involved the males only, again stimulated to full erection. This time one of the paddings was placed at the top of their groin. At the Go signal, they attempted to jump so that their penis head would strike the padding hard enough to register, and scored a point if they did so. They could either keep their hands at their sides or do jumping jacks. They had one minute to try to score as many points as possible.

Another program was “Cast Away”, a competition show in which two teams of one man and one woman each were dropped in a remote location without any food or equipment and had to be the first to reach a designated destination by foot. The men were totally naked, while the women wore bodysuits that covered them from neck to just above the knee both front and back. The camera spent plenty of time focusing on the men and their genitals (especially when erect) and buttocks, and the women spent plenty of time grabbing them and getting them erect.

Another program was “Ladies First”, a show dedicated to illustrating female privilege. One episode, for example, visited a reformatory for delinquent teens. The girls’ quarters resembled a dormitory with private bedrooms and bathrooms and carpeting, while the boys’ was not much different from a prison with locked cells and communal bathrooms and showers. The girls had full access to the grounds at all hours, including being able to go into the boys’ quarters, while the boys were kept locked in their cells much of the time and were never permitted to enter the girls’ quarters. (For that matter, no males were ever permitted to enter the girls’ quarters except for maintenance personnel and in emergencies.) The girls were always fully dressed, while the boys went totally naked for most of the year. Like with Samuel and myself, all of the boys were bathed by the girls who came over after their own private bath or shower to join the boys in their communal shower, all wearing modest one-piece bathing suits like Eva and Lila did when bathing us.

It also showed a group of boys and girls being disciplined for causing a disturbance. First the boys were paddled on their butts – not the girls, which as Eva had told me was illegal in Californium. Then they were lined up and forced to do a long series of exercises, the girls in their swimsuits (with sports bras underneath), shorts, and lightweight shoes and the boys totally naked. Except for the initial stretches, the boys were made to do two or three many times as much of each exercise as the girls were. Most memorably, the final exercise was jumping jacks, where the biggest differential was carried out, the boys made to do four or five times as many as the girls, their penises swinging wildly up and down as they jumped while the girls’ breasts were kept pretty much in place by their suits and sports bras.

Erections were frequently to be found on television programs, even in “family time”.



One day, I went to the beach with my host family. It was a warm weekend day, so not surprisingly there were plenty of people there. Given what I had experienced so far, I expected to a beach full of naked males, with females in one-piece bathing suits, an expectation reinforced by the fact that Nathaniel, Samuel, and I were all naked riding in the car to it while Maria, Eva, and Lila all wore shirts and shorts, with bathing suits presumably underneath. And so it was – but I was still caught by surprise.

By this time, I was used to seeing erections – and being erect myself, in front of others. Nathaniel, Samuel, and I frequently went around erect at the house. Being bathed usually caused me to at least semi-erect. So did any time and any group of girls groped and fondled by body. The swim meet had had some races where all the boys competed with erections. And when going out and about, I sometimes saw erect males, especially at many parks.

But I was still unprepared for what I saw when I looked out onto the beach: to see every male not only naked, but (except for prepubescent boys) fully erect.

And that the females’ suits covered even more than I thought they would.

I started to step onto the beach when I heard Eva’s voice saying “Wait, we’ll do you next!” I looked to one side and saw Eva and Lila vigorously stroking and squeezing Samuel’s penis. And looked to the other side and saw Maria doing likewise with Nathaniel. When the two girls left Samuel, he was fully erect. The girls came over to me and gave me the same treatment until I too was erect. Then the girls went and grabbed a bottle of sunscreen and went back to Samuel and began to apply it all over his naked body, which Maria had already been doing with Nathaniel while I was being stimulated. Likewise, when the girls were done with Samuel it was my turn for my body to be fully covered with sunscreen by the girls.

We now stepped onto the beach and found an open area. It looked like Samuel was swinging his hips, as his penis swung from side to side as he walked. After selecting a place to set up, we spread out our beach towels along with a couple of folding chairs and a parasol. Only then did Maria and the girls remove their street clothing to reveal their swimsuits and apply sunscreen to what skin was uncovered (with Nathaniel applying Maria’s sunscreen as Maria had done for him). All three suits not only completely covered their torsos from the neck downward both front and back but extended downward over at least some part of their thighs. Maria’s suit stopped at her upper thighs, but the girls’ came down to not far above their knees. Eva later told me that it was standard practice for females to wear another suit underneath that one, for extra modesty; they settled for wearing “only” two layers of clothing to the beach or pool rather than the usual three.

I settled down on one of the towels. Soon I laid down. Considering my erection, it was much simpler to lie on my back. After a short time, I closed my eyes. I lay that way in a relaxed state for a while. Suddenly, I felt my penis being struck. I opened my eyes and saw Eva, Lila, and two girls I didn’t know but who appeared to be in the same age range as Eva and Lila in front of me. My penis was swinging from side to side, and so was Samuel’s. I watched as each time one of them came to a stop, one of the girls would reach forward and give it a slap. On and on this continued. After a while, I felt the excitement level in my body slowly but steadily begin to increase. My breathing became more rapid. Precum begam to appear on the tip on my penis. Now I began to worry about ejaculating, not only because it was right out in the open but because I didn’t want to lose my erection and be the only male around there without one. But finally the girls stopped and went elsewhere, to resume with a different set of penises.

Keeping my erection, even though there was no repeat of the initial stimulation, proved to be easier than I thought. All I had to do, really, was look around and see the contrast between all of the males and all of the females. I could not see a single male who was not naked or, except for boys who clearly were not old enough for one, without an erection. And I could not see any female who showed any skin below head level other than on arms and legs. It was even easier for Samuel, as he was not used to seeing even that much female skin. There was, however, one point where I did start to lose my erection, which I found made me feel dismayed. But Eva came to my rescue, grabbing my penis in her hand again and stroking it until it once more stood proudly at attention. Having a female holding it was, I am sure, much more effective than if I had tried doing it myself.

Samuel stood up and went over to join a group of mostly males doing exercises. When I watched them, they were first doing squat thrusts: squatting down, extending their legs out, pulling them back in, and jumping up. Then came jumping, with their arms by their sides. Then push-ups. And finally, jumping jacks, I came to the realization that these exercises where intended to showcase the males’ penises. When they jumped, their penises swung and gyrated wildly around. And when they did push-ups and thrusts, their penises hung straight downwards; when doing push-ups, they stopped lowering themselves when the penis heads hit the ground. I wasn’t sure if the females who were with them were there as wives or girlfriends, or if they wanted a close-up view, or if they were there to provide contrast: their suits kept their breasts well in place, so that while there was plenty of male parts flying up and down, there was little on the female side. After spending some time watching them, I decided to experience it for myself, at least for a little while. I got up and joined them as well. It felt totally weird, but at the same time a big turn-on, to be jumping around, totally naked, in the presence of a big crowd of people, trying to get girls to look at my naked body, my exposed and erect penis and those of the other males gyrating wildly up and down.

Later on, I and some others went for a walk down the beach. In the entire walk, I did not see a single male who was not naked, and except for young boys, not sporting an erection, nor did I see a single female who was in a bathing suit that was any more revealing than the ones that my companions were wearing. Some of those younger boys were holding their penises and pointing them straight outward, pretending to be erect. I observed a number of penises being batted back and forth as mine had been earlier.

On the way back home that night, I remained fully erect all the way, thanks to occasional gentle penis squeezing by either myself or the girls. It was likewise for both Nathaniel and Samuel. All evening I couldn’t think of anything else except what I had seen, and experienced, on the beach. The three of us remained erect the rest of the evening.

I spent the night in the group bedroom. I brought blankets and a pillow to sleep on, but Samuel told me to take his bed and he’d sleep on the blankets instead. That night the memories of the day continued to swirl through my mind. As Samuel and I both lay naked and uncovered, the two of us began to masturbate simultaneously, while the girls were a very attentive audience. My libido was elevated so much that it took effort to stop myself from quickly ejaculating. In the end, doing it that night was as lengthy and pleasurable as I could ever remember.

Nathaniel later told me that his and Maria’s lovemaking that night was among the best that he’d ever experienced.


Samuel told me one day that a new rule was being carried out throughout Californium, and we (and Nathaniel) should start following it too: to stand whenever a female of any age came to, or left, where we were. And at home, to stand whenever Maria, Eva, or Lila entered or left the room that we were in. Doing that -- including at work -- took some getting used to, but eventually I settled into it.


I settled into my job routine. There were other facets of working there for me to get used to. For instance, bathrooms for women were clearly labeled as such while those for men were not. That was because women could freely enter the bathrooms that men used, but not vice versa. The bathrooms had a couple of showers for anyone exercising during lunch or after work; most women who came into the men’s bathrooms did so either to watch the men use the shower or, quite often, to put on a modest one-piece suit like I had seen at the pool and beach, join one or more men in the shower, and bathe them.

The cafeteria setup was like what I had experienced at the swim meet: when there was a line, women got priority. If you came in a group of men and women together, your priority for entry was based by the number and percentage of women in the group.

I had been on the job for about two months when I received a notification that I was being transferred into a different group. When I told the others in my current group which group that was, most of the men told me I was lucky and wished they were being transferred there too. When I asked why, they said it was because of the supervisor in the group, who was among the youngest female supervisors at the site. In addition, she seemed to have some particular attitudes towards the males who worked for her, although nobody elaborated as to just what those were.

On the day that my transfer was carried out, my now ex-supervisor led me over to my new one. She was indeed someone who clearly had yet to see her thirtieth birthday. Her name was Caroline. When I was presented to her, she likewise gave me a CFNM handshake and looked my body up and down. After my former supervisor left, she told me to turn all the way around. When I was facing her, she reached out and grabbed my penis again and this time held on to it while she talked about her group, which was devoted to developing software applications for internal use, and what my role there was to be, at the same time running her other hand up and down my body. I confess to finding this experience quite pleasurable, and my penis stiffened significantly in response.

Eventually, she led me to my new cubicle space, where again I had a female partner near my own age, who was named Alice. She likewise looked up and down and then gave me a CFNM handshake – my penis still semi-erect from my experience in Caroline’s office. The last thing that Caroline said before returning to her office was that although male nudity was ordinarily optional at that site, in her group it was mandatory.

At the end of the week, Caroline called Alice into her office for a one-on-one meeting. After Alice returned, Caroline motioned that it was my turn. When we got into her office, she told me to stay standing. She went through several mistakes that I had made during the week that Alice had mentioned to her. During that time, she again grabbed my penis with one hand while running her other hand up and down my naked body. When she was done discussing them with me, she told me to stand up, go to the wall, face it, and put my hands up against it. A few moments later I let out a yelp as my butt was struck with a paddle. I had gotten used to that sort of thing happening in the shower, but Caroline used considerably more force on me. By the time she was done – twenty strokes, by my count – my butt-cheeks were definitely stinging.

Every week I would have another one-on-one meeting with her in her office. Each one would follow a similar pattern to the first – going through the events of the week, each time continually groping and fondling me, followed by paddlings on my bare butt, the number depending on how many and how severe the mistakes I had made during the week. In talking with the other men who worked for her, they all experienced that to some extent. Few would go through the entire meeting without some corporal punishment. With the women, it was strictly verbal conversations.



Before arriving in Californium, I had only been occasionally masturbating. Now I was doing so regularly, and I began as part of it to fantasize about making love to Caroline. At that point, I had little knowledge about how sex was typically carried out there, other than presuming that CFNM was a regular part of it. My fantasy would typically begin with Caroline and I standing alone together in a bedroom, myself naked while she was wearing pajamas or a full-length nightgown like I had seen Maria, Eva, and Lila wear at bedtime. She began by telling me what a nice body I had, grabbing my penis with one hand while running her other up and down my body. Then her tone took an angrier turn, telling me what a bad, bad boy I had been and that I had to be punished. She told me to go to the wall and put her hands up against it, then took out a paddle and began to spank me over and over again, far more times than in the office. Finally she stopped, and we went over to the bed, climbed on to it, and began putting our hands on each other, but her hands were touching and stroking bare flesh while mine were touching fabric. By now I was fully erect, and Caroline kept one hand on it and stroking my balls. Finally she removed her clothing to reveal – another layer of clothing. The process of fondling each other then repeated itself for a while, until she finally reached up and unbuttoned this second layer; only then could I see and feel the flesh of her body.

I would find out that I wasn’t the only man working for her than fantasized about having sex with her. But that was all they ever were – fantasies. For all that she played with my body, including my genitals, she never once made any sexual overtures towards me, or so far as I knew, towards any of the other men at the office.

One week it came time for Caroline to give me her first written performance review. By then I was certain I had been paddled a lot more often than any of the other men, and of course the women hadn’t been spanked at all. So when she presented me with the file, I felt more than a little trepidation. But to my surprise, she had given me, overall, a quite positive one.



As the weeks passed, Michelle became more used to life in Californium. Above all, she frequently went days at a time without seeing a single male wearing any clothing at all. Sarah said that her father wore some clothing to work, but he didn’t put in on until after he left for work and by the time he returned home he had taken it off again.

She was also beginning to get used to keeping her arms and legs covered all of the time like Sarah, Callie, and the other girls and young women of Californium, as well as wearing the full-length bodysuit underneath her clothing like they all wore as well. She discovered, as Sarah said, that they did not make her feel any warmer. Sarah told her that there were different versions which did provide additional warmth when the weather turned colder. She was continually struck by the starkness of the contrast between how much she and her fellow females were wearing with the males’ total nudity.

She was also looking more like a young Californium female with a tiara in her hair and sporting a lot more jewelry that she had been accustomed to wearing before. There was still one way she stood out. Her hair ended halfway down her back, which was long by the standards of her hometown, and much longer than Jake’s or every other young male, but it was much shorter than Sarah’s, Callie’s, or every other young female.

Michelle was continually struck by the extreme difference in clothing between males and females – the males, it seemed, always being naked while females showed no skin below the neck at all except their hands. And that females had free access to not only look at exposed male genitals and buttocks but to touch and grab them as well, while the reverse did not happen at all.

And as time went on she became acquainted with other ways that males and females were distinguished from each other in Californium. As Sarah had told her, she saw that there were many things that males could be spanked for, but spanking females, even at home, was forbidden by law. Jake and Callie told her that in all school classes, girls were always let out first for recess and at end of day, and were always let in line first at the cafeteria. Michelle had already seen firsthand how females were given priority in the food line at the swim meet.

Michelle was seeing it as girls and women being the privileged group. But Jake didn’t really see it that way. For example, he wanted to be naked as much as he could. And not only did Jake agree that females should have free access to male bodies – but not vice versa – but that he liked it when girls groped and fondled him, even his genitals. However he felt about being spanked himself, he agreed totally that it was OK to spank boys but not girls, and he wouldn’t change that if he could. Michelle was horrified just at the thought of any strange males reaching out and touching her on any part of her body, even fully clothed. But Jake told her that the boys he knew felt the same way that he did. It got Michelle to thinking that CFNM was “right”. Jake and the other boys also fully subscribed to “girls first” and wouldn’t think of leaving a classroom or going into the cafeteria line ahead of any girls. He did desire the privilege of being the boy selected to open the door for the girls to leave first at the end of the class period.

And then there was her discovery about babysitting.

“How old were you when you no longer needed to be babysat?” Michelle asked Jake one day when the subject came up.

“Fifteen. Like all the other boys I know.”

“And who babysat you?”

“Callie, mostly. Once she was old enough.”

“Callie? But she’s two years younger than you are!”

“So? Girls mature sooner. And she’s been bathing me, or helping to, since she was barely out of kindergarten.”

“Oh, and now I recall Sarah telling me how Callie and she own your body too. When was she old enough?”

“When she turned ten. That’s the age when most girls are considered old enough to no longer need to be baby-sat. Some even younger.”

Michelle took to regularly accompanying Sarah to her lifeguarding sessions. When not swimming in the pool, she would spend her time lying in one of the deck chairs, sometimes reading but just as often enjoying the view of all of the male nudity.

One day, Sarah said that she and her family were going to the beach for the day; Michelle quickly accepted Sarah’s invitation to come along. Michelle’s experience on going to a Californium beach for the first time would mirror Brendan’s.

Before coming to Californium, seeing exposed penises was, for her, a total novelty. By this time, however, she had become used to seeing them all the time. And not just that, but seeing them in an erect state. Jake frequently went around the house with an erection, and so did his father, although not as often. She had also seen them in public places, especially at the pool where there were typically at least a few to be seen.

But none of that prepared her for looking out onto the beach and seeing a seemingly unbroken sea of erections.

After looking out for a time, she turned back to see that Sarah was spreading sunscreen over Jake’s naked body while Callie had grabbed his penis and was stroking it to an erect state. And their mother was doing likewise with their father.

Once they strode out on the beach, Michelle quickly took notice of a number of males who were having their penises batted back and forth, mostly by girls but some closer to her own age were doing so as well. Seeing that, Michelle couldn’t resist reaching out and batting the penis of one young male who walked past them in the other direction.

The group reached an empty space where they decided to set themselves up, and spread out the towels they had brought as well as an umbrella. Then Michelle, Sarah, and Callie finally removed the shirts and shorts they were wearing to reveal their bathing suits underneath. All of their suits covered them from neckline to at least the top of their thighs; Callie’s was somewhat longer, extending to midthigh. All three of them were wearing a bodysuit with additional breast support underneath, which was totally covered by the bathing suit but its outline underneath was discernable, which was intended in part to make all of the males fully aware of how much difference there was between their own nudity and the female non-nudity. Michelle had starting wearing one at the pool after noticing that Sarah and most of the other females there appeared to be wearing an additional layer under their suits and she accepted Sarah’s recommendation to wear one too.

Callie mentioned to her about a couple of times that she had heard about boys having the very first erection of their life right out on the beach. “One of them, he was twelve years old and just starting to show first signs of puberty, so his sisters were like, let’s try stimulating him and see if we can get him stiff. And eventually, it worked! The other, he walked out on the beach flaccid, but during the day, just while lying out on the beach, his penis started rising up.”

“What happened with them then?”

“They both went crazy. With delight, I mean. They were proudly parading their erections, whipping them back and forth, grabbing themselves to find out what it felt like, inviting girls to grab them. And they spent the whole day doing that.”

One time, when she saw a group walking by them, she fancied that one of them, although she couldn’t be sure, was the same handsome-looking young man that she had noticed at the swim meet.

To be continued

[Jeepman89]

Excellent job!