Oh this is going to be one to remember! If I could make a bet, I could bet that Josef will still have to partake in that game... He has been staring at the girls all day, it's only fair they can oogle back!
It'd be a bad time to pop a proper stiff one, or to realise that someone has been recording the entire match!
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Life is Unfair
Chapter 16. Bare Birthday
Not being able to catch the boy who ran off with the swimsuit, Josef had no option but to turn around and walk back to his family's campsite.
He had to walk past the volleyball court first, and a small crowd of onlookers, mainly younger kids, had gathered. Cupping his crotch, head
lowered so he can't see anyone in the eyes, Josef hurries over to the picnic table where his mom and dad sit, and Uncle Caruso Korleki is
busy cooking sausages on the barbecue grill. Passing the four hot teenage girls while in such a degrading state is almost as bad as the laughter
and whistles and stupid comments. Some concerned parents decreased the crowd size by ordering their children to leave the area. Not every grownup thought a display of such nakedness to be appropriate, which Josef heartily agreed.
Cousin Karela tags behind, actually trailing directly behind as she enjoys the extended and unobstructed view of her older cousin's butt.
Karl also follows but keeps some distance.
"What happened to you," dad asks.
"Somebody yanked my suit down, then knocked me over. I think it was Karl."
"Did you see Karl do this thing?" mom asks.
"I was going for the ball. I jumped and the swimsuit came down my legs. Karl did toss my swimsuit to a group of kids, and one of them ran
away with it."
Mom shows no sympathy, "I am sure you could have caught that boy if you really tried. I blame you for the loss of the swimsuit."
Mom's cold declaration of guilt stunned Josef. He turns to head for his tent where his clothes are crumpled up somewhere inside.
Mom has other ideas, "Get back here. You can get dressed after we celebrate your birthday."
Josef spins around, "WHAT...that's crazy. I can't hang out here like this."
"You can and you will. Nobody is going to get into an uproar just because a young boy has no clothes on. This won't take very long. This
does change the order of things. You can cut the cake before we eat dinner. We sing Happy Birthday, then a few rounds of birthday spanks,
and this should be a day none of us will forget. Karl, run over there to the volleyball net and ask if those pretty girls, you know the ones
that were on the team against the boys...yeah them, ask em to come over."
Karl eagerly runs off to invite the four teenage girls. Josef stands like a statue, not wanting to move, while he's never in his life been more desperate to move.
"I didn't know boys were like dogs," Karela says. "They keep their tails between the legs."
Josef would normally have laughed at the innocent and naive observation by his ten-year-old cousin. However, he is the one with the
appendage between the legs that had been exposed to a bunch of girls. It's no laughing matter, made worse by the decree he must remain
in this state until certain formalities had been achieved.
Soon the four teen girls walked over, and they considered it a laughing matter. During introductions they each took turns walking around
Josef who does his best impression of a person frozen to death by a fatal dose of humility. Karl is given another task, run to the car and
bring the cake to the picnic table. The girls have questions and comments.
"How old is he?"
"He's got great...um, legs he does."
"Does he get naked every birthday?"
"This is the first time I wished I had a brother, had no idea how much fun they could be."
"Josef is quite mature for his age," and even Uncle Caruso has to say something. "Sure is a lucky boy. I got a glimpse of that, uh...
you know."
"Can you make him stop covering up?" Cousin Karela pleads impatiently.
The gorgeous cake of the carrot with white icing variety is placed on the table while mom set up a stack of plastic plates. "Somebody
hand this boy the knife. Now try to cut equal sized pieces. I think we need ten slices."
With a big knife in his hand, Josef briefly considers alternate uses for the weapon such as holding the blade to his own throat while
demanding clothes. Fortunately, sense prevails, or might it be cowardice?
If anybody minded that Josef took hold of a cutting utensil without washing hands after holding them over his genitalia, and he cuts the
cake one handed, the left hand attempting to keep parts covered, nobody says anything. The cake ends up a jumbled mess of jagged
pieces, but again nobody seems to mind. Then it was singing time. The Birthday song sounded sweet and almost professional with the
addition of four angelic young female voices. Josef could feel the eyes upon him, the bare naked birthday boy.
Josef is allowed to sit down to eat the slice of cake, and he strategically placed the plastic plate on his upper lap. He doesn't know the
names of these four teens dressed in small bikinis, but the girls are not shy about talking about how adorable, how cute, how sexy the
birthday boy is. Josef is occasionally touched and several of the girls actually kissed him on the cheek, while placing a hand down to
rub another kind of cheek. After eating his piece of cake, one of the girls snatches the plate away. Josef is briefly exposed again, his
hands reaching down to do another covering up.
And then it was spanking time...
Chapter 16. Bare Birthday
Not being able to catch the boy who ran off with the swimsuit, Josef had no option but to turn around and walk back to his family's campsite.
He had to walk past the volleyball court first, and a small crowd of onlookers, mainly younger kids, had gathered. Cupping his crotch, head
lowered so he can't see anyone in the eyes, Josef hurries over to the picnic table where his mom and dad sit, and Uncle Caruso Korleki is
busy cooking sausages on the barbecue grill. Passing the four hot teenage girls while in such a degrading state is almost as bad as the laughter
and whistles and stupid comments. Some concerned parents decreased the crowd size by ordering their children to leave the area. Not every grownup thought a display of such nakedness to be appropriate, which Josef heartily agreed.
Cousin Karela tags behind, actually trailing directly behind as she enjoys the extended and unobstructed view of her older cousin's butt.
Karl also follows but keeps some distance.
"What happened to you," dad asks.
"Somebody yanked my suit down, then knocked me over. I think it was Karl."
"Did you see Karl do this thing?" mom asks.
"I was going for the ball. I jumped and the swimsuit came down my legs. Karl did toss my swimsuit to a group of kids, and one of them ran
away with it."
Mom shows no sympathy, "I am sure you could have caught that boy if you really tried. I blame you for the loss of the swimsuit."
Mom's cold declaration of guilt stunned Josef. He turns to head for his tent where his clothes are crumpled up somewhere inside.
Mom has other ideas, "Get back here. You can get dressed after we celebrate your birthday."
Josef spins around, "WHAT...that's crazy. I can't hang out here like this."
"You can and you will. Nobody is going to get into an uproar just because a young boy has no clothes on. This won't take very long. This
does change the order of things. You can cut the cake before we eat dinner. We sing Happy Birthday, then a few rounds of birthday spanks,
and this should be a day none of us will forget. Karl, run over there to the volleyball net and ask if those pretty girls, you know the ones
that were on the team against the boys...yeah them, ask em to come over."
Karl eagerly runs off to invite the four teenage girls. Josef stands like a statue, not wanting to move, while he's never in his life been more desperate to move.
"I didn't know boys were like dogs," Karela says. "They keep their tails between the legs."
Josef would normally have laughed at the innocent and naive observation by his ten-year-old cousin. However, he is the one with the
appendage between the legs that had been exposed to a bunch of girls. It's no laughing matter, made worse by the decree he must remain
in this state until certain formalities had been achieved.
Soon the four teen girls walked over, and they considered it a laughing matter. During introductions they each took turns walking around
Josef who does his best impression of a person frozen to death by a fatal dose of humility. Karl is given another task, run to the car and
bring the cake to the picnic table. The girls have questions and comments.
"How old is he?"
"He's got great...um, legs he does."
"Does he get naked every birthday?"
"This is the first time I wished I had a brother, had no idea how much fun they could be."
"Josef is quite mature for his age," and even Uncle Caruso has to say something. "Sure is a lucky boy. I got a glimpse of that, uh...
you know."
"Can you make him stop covering up?" Cousin Karela pleads impatiently.
The gorgeous cake of the carrot with white icing variety is placed on the table while mom set up a stack of plastic plates. "Somebody
hand this boy the knife. Now try to cut equal sized pieces. I think we need ten slices."
With a big knife in his hand, Josef briefly considers alternate uses for the weapon such as holding the blade to his own throat while
demanding clothes. Fortunately, sense prevails, or might it be cowardice?
If anybody minded that Josef took hold of a cutting utensil without washing hands after holding them over his genitalia, and he cuts the
cake one handed, the left hand attempting to keep parts covered, nobody says anything. The cake ends up a jumbled mess of jagged
pieces, but again nobody seems to mind. Then it was singing time. The Birthday song sounded sweet and almost professional with the
addition of four angelic young female voices. Josef could feel the eyes upon him, the bare naked birthday boy.
Josef is allowed to sit down to eat the slice of cake, and he strategically placed the plastic plate on his upper lap. He doesn't know the
names of these four teens dressed in small bikinis, but the girls are not shy about talking about how adorable, how cute, how sexy the
birthday boy is. Josef is occasionally touched and several of the girls actually kissed him on the cheek, while placing a hand down to
rub another kind of cheek. After eating his piece of cake, one of the girls snatches the plate away. Josef is briefly exposed again, his
hands reaching down to do another covering up.
And then it was spanking time...
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Life is Unfair
Chapter 17. The Gauntlet
These were the words Josef dreaded hearing, "It's time for the birthday spanking." These were also the words he wanted to hear, since he will
not be allowed to get dressed until after the spanking part of the birthday ceremony is over.
Not surprisingly, Josef's mom directed the setting up. Mom got all the guests rounded up and as a group they were told to assemble at the
volleyball court. Josef was unceremoniously yanked up from his seat at the picnic table, and he has to lead the way, covering himself as best
he can, as his immediate family follows right behind. Josef watches with growing dread as his mother gets everyone lined up in two rows that stretches across the volleyball court. The entire group consists of mom, dad, Karl, Uncle Caruso, Cousin Karela, and four teenage girls
recruited off the volleyball court.
"Mom...what are you guys doing?" Josef asks. Already he feels a slight tremble of the hands. The hands probably would be shaking if they
weren't wrapped around certain parts of anatomy.
"You have to do the spanking gauntlet. You start at this end, run between the lines while we try to get a spank on as you go by. At the end of
the line turn around and come back. This historically had men wielding clubs or short whips to punish someone. Sometimes it was a way for
a warrior to prove his bravery. You must be brave my son. Anybody have any questions or suggestions?"
Surprisingly, it was Cousin Karela who spoke up, "Can Josef run like a dog, you know, on all fours?"
"That is an excellent idea. A dog run it shall be."
Josef had heard people say that getting old sucks, but he always thought only people reaching advanced years would say that. Now Josef
knows getting a year older can be a real bitch at any age. He has to stand there in the typical embarrassed naked boy pose as his family and temporary girl friends line up to try to wallop red handprints onto his pale bare bottom. Running through the gauntlet back and forth
would have been bad enough, but to run across the volleyball court with hands on the sand doggy style...it's outrageous and totally
unfair. Brother Karl never had to do anything like this at any of his birthday parties.
Sensing something interesting is going on, a group of kids walks by. Not surprisingly, this group of elementary and junior highers, around eight
of them, stay once they see the older boy who has no clothes on.
The spankers forming the gauntlet are lined up and ready for action. Getting this over with is the only course of action. Josef steps onto
the sand at the end of the volleyball court. All the spankers eagerly await a bare butt to aim their palms at. So many cruel smiles or goofy
grins on the faces of the tormentors. Even the sand feels alien to Josef's feet, as if even the sand was part of some bizarre Twilight
Zone episode Josef unwittingly fell into. He bends over, placing the right hand on the ground.
"Both hands on the sand sonny boy," mom calls out. "Dogs don't cover up with a paw now do they? And to make it even more challenging,
keep the knees off the sand. Legs straight when you do the doggy run."
"Dogs don't wear clothes," Karela shouts. The ten year old jumps up and down in eager anticipation.
Josef places the second hand down onto the sand. Having to remain straight legged has his butt sticking way up into the air. He had run
this way before in gym class, and he knows how awkward it is.
"You know this totally sucks," Josef says as his only form of defiance, then he starts dog running the gauntlet.
As he passed each person a hand delivers a blow to the upraised rear end. Running this way presents an easy target and no hand misses
the mark. The spanks sting a little, but none hurt that much. Even with the commotion of awkward dog running, even with the slappety
slap slaps on the behind, Josef can still feel the penis swinging and flopping around under his curved, bent midsection. Going in ass up high
he can imagine what he looks like from behind. The laughs and giggles are loud and constant, young voices as well as adult voices. At this
angle he can't look up, doesn't want to look up. Mainly all Josef can see are people's feet as he goes by.
"Haha, I can see big balls," one of the spectator boys yells.
"There is hair under there. Do you see it?" one of the girls points. "Not a lot, but I saw some."
Josef reaches the end of the gauntlet. Without standing up, Josef dog walks off the court, then turns around to make the second run.
It's the same coming back, more hand slaps and more raucous laughter. The spectators crowd in closer.
"It's my son's birthday," a happy Mrs. Korleki proudly declares. "Come on kids, each one of you can give Josef one spank."
Josef has to maintain the ass in the air dog position as eight more spankers, five girls and three young boys, add to Josef's birthday woes.
Several of these youngsters, maybe each and every one of those rascals, stuck their head under the front of Josef's body to educate
themselves on what a growing boy in the middle stages of puberty looks like. Needless to say, it was something many of these kids had never
seen so close before, a fully naked boy who just turned fourteen.
Finally, Uncle Caruso makes the eager little ones back away. Josef can stand up, and without asking permission, he runs like a human toward
his tent.
Chapter 17. The Gauntlet
These were the words Josef dreaded hearing, "It's time for the birthday spanking." These were also the words he wanted to hear, since he will
not be allowed to get dressed until after the spanking part of the birthday ceremony is over.
Not surprisingly, Josef's mom directed the setting up. Mom got all the guests rounded up and as a group they were told to assemble at the
volleyball court. Josef was unceremoniously yanked up from his seat at the picnic table, and he has to lead the way, covering himself as best
he can, as his immediate family follows right behind. Josef watches with growing dread as his mother gets everyone lined up in two rows that stretches across the volleyball court. The entire group consists of mom, dad, Karl, Uncle Caruso, Cousin Karela, and four teenage girls
recruited off the volleyball court.
"Mom...what are you guys doing?" Josef asks. Already he feels a slight tremble of the hands. The hands probably would be shaking if they
weren't wrapped around certain parts of anatomy.
"You have to do the spanking gauntlet. You start at this end, run between the lines while we try to get a spank on as you go by. At the end of
the line turn around and come back. This historically had men wielding clubs or short whips to punish someone. Sometimes it was a way for
a warrior to prove his bravery. You must be brave my son. Anybody have any questions or suggestions?"
Surprisingly, it was Cousin Karela who spoke up, "Can Josef run like a dog, you know, on all fours?"
"That is an excellent idea. A dog run it shall be."
Josef had heard people say that getting old sucks, but he always thought only people reaching advanced years would say that. Now Josef
knows getting a year older can be a real bitch at any age. He has to stand there in the typical embarrassed naked boy pose as his family and temporary girl friends line up to try to wallop red handprints onto his pale bare bottom. Running through the gauntlet back and forth
would have been bad enough, but to run across the volleyball court with hands on the sand doggy style...it's outrageous and totally
unfair. Brother Karl never had to do anything like this at any of his birthday parties.
Sensing something interesting is going on, a group of kids walks by. Not surprisingly, this group of elementary and junior highers, around eight
of them, stay once they see the older boy who has no clothes on.
The spankers forming the gauntlet are lined up and ready for action. Getting this over with is the only course of action. Josef steps onto
the sand at the end of the volleyball court. All the spankers eagerly await a bare butt to aim their palms at. So many cruel smiles or goofy
grins on the faces of the tormentors. Even the sand feels alien to Josef's feet, as if even the sand was part of some bizarre Twilight
Zone episode Josef unwittingly fell into. He bends over, placing the right hand on the ground.
"Both hands on the sand sonny boy," mom calls out. "Dogs don't cover up with a paw now do they? And to make it even more challenging,
keep the knees off the sand. Legs straight when you do the doggy run."
"Dogs don't wear clothes," Karela shouts. The ten year old jumps up and down in eager anticipation.
Josef places the second hand down onto the sand. Having to remain straight legged has his butt sticking way up into the air. He had run
this way before in gym class, and he knows how awkward it is.
"You know this totally sucks," Josef says as his only form of defiance, then he starts dog running the gauntlet.
As he passed each person a hand delivers a blow to the upraised rear end. Running this way presents an easy target and no hand misses
the mark. The spanks sting a little, but none hurt that much. Even with the commotion of awkward dog running, even with the slappety
slap slaps on the behind, Josef can still feel the penis swinging and flopping around under his curved, bent midsection. Going in ass up high
he can imagine what he looks like from behind. The laughs and giggles are loud and constant, young voices as well as adult voices. At this
angle he can't look up, doesn't want to look up. Mainly all Josef can see are people's feet as he goes by.
"Haha, I can see big balls," one of the spectator boys yells.
"There is hair under there. Do you see it?" one of the girls points. "Not a lot, but I saw some."
Josef reaches the end of the gauntlet. Without standing up, Josef dog walks off the court, then turns around to make the second run.
It's the same coming back, more hand slaps and more raucous laughter. The spectators crowd in closer.
"It's my son's birthday," a happy Mrs. Korleki proudly declares. "Come on kids, each one of you can give Josef one spank."
Josef has to maintain the ass in the air dog position as eight more spankers, five girls and three young boys, add to Josef's birthday woes.
Several of these youngsters, maybe each and every one of those rascals, stuck their head under the front of Josef's body to educate
themselves on what a growing boy in the middle stages of puberty looks like. Needless to say, it was something many of these kids had never
seen so close before, a fully naked boy who just turned fourteen.
Finally, Uncle Caruso makes the eager little ones back away. Josef can stand up, and without asking permission, he runs like a human toward
his tent.
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He might as well casually walk back to his tent. The way I read the story everyone there must have seen his penis as he did the "dog walk" procedure. 
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Lenora is definitely best girl.
PSA: "Spathic" means "having good cleavage."
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Life is Unfair
Chapter 18. A Brief Exposure
The embarrassing incidents during Josef's 14th birthday did not end with the doggy walk spank gauntlet. Late in the afternoon gifts were
presented to the birthday boy, the family gathered at the picnic table. Josef got a fishing pole from Uncle Caruso. He got a Battle Chess
computer game from dad. Karl gave him a Walmart gift card, wow, how thoughtful of him. Mom beamed with excessive joy when she handed
a wrapped package to her oldest son. With great enthusiasm she watches as Josef unwraps it. To Josef's dismay it is a package of fancy and
sleek briefs underwear.
Proud of her gift, mom requests, "Put em on Josef. I want to see how well they fit you."
"Hell NO...I'm not putting these on."
Josef had put shorts on, but that is all he had on, which is appropriate for a lake park. Then mom wants him to put on the small red briefs
to model them for every family member to see.
"Isn't walking around in underwear against the rules?" Josef points out.
"You had nothing on and nobody complained. No park ranger came over to arrest you. Now do what I say."
Josef resists changing the shorts out for wearing only skimpy underwear. He complains until his father says, "Just do it."
Josef ducks behind a tree, and this makes everyone laugh. They laugh again when the birthday boy emerges from the temporary cover.
The red briefs were smaller than anything Josef wore before, with half the material tighty white briefs have. Mom takes the regular
shorts from Josef's hand and sets them on her lap.
"Let me take a look at these," mom says as she closely inspects the sleek tight fitting briefs. Mom slides a finger along the waistband, her
forefinger tucked down inside as she slides that finger nearly all the way around. Everything is showing way too much. Anyone looking
would see what direction the penis is pointing, how thick the dick is, and worst of all all the outline of the glans can also be seen because
the briefs have no inner frontside liner like regular white briefs do. Karela, Karl, and even the campers at the closest camping sites are
watching.
Josef complains again. "This isn't cool. It's so unfair."
"Who said life is fair?" mom responds, and she proves the point by calling Karl over for a new mission.
Mom hands the shorts to Karl, then the keys to the car are handed to the younger brother. "Go to the tent. Grab up all the clothes, put
them in the trunk of the car. Since my ungrateful son wants to complain so much, his new fancy briefs he can wear for the rest of the
camping trip. Nothing more until a park ranger gives him a warning to put some clothes on can he wear anything more."
Josef has the freedom to go where he wants and do whatever he wants. However, he wants to stay in the tent but that is off limits until
bedtime. It's not as bad as being naked, but not by much. The red underwear only has one inch of coverage on the hips, looking more
like girlie panties than manly style briefs. Josef can see campers of all ages keep glancing his direction. Cousin Karela becomes his ever
present companion, and she begs Josef to take her to the playground. Josef would have refused but orders from mom has him and Karela
trudging along the park road to the playground with Karl tagging along.
Being the only teenage boy at the playground Josef stands out in more ways than one. Not only do the younger kids stare at him, they run
up close to ask "What is that?" "Why are you wearing that?" Karela wants to be pushed on the swing, then Karl needs a partner on
the seesaw. Then two moms with children around five years old show up. Rather than watching their own boys, both mothers only have
an interest in the bigger boy baring almost everything and find excuses to talk to Josef...or talk about him.
"What color of red is that?" a mom says while pointing at the briefs. "I think it's cherry red."
"I think it's scarlet...or is it crimson?" the other guesses.
"I like a young man with confidence, one brave enough to show off the goods."
"If that were any smaller the boy's penis would fall out," the mother laughs, not sounding sympathetic at all.
Josef can feel the heat on his cheeks as the face turns a shade of unnamed red. His heart pounds with fear and hope when a park
ranger vehicle slowly drives by. The ranger sticks his head out the window, frowning at the inappropriately dressed Josef, but then
the ranger drives on. Much to his disappointment, no warning was given by the ranger. It was his chance to blame it all on the
parents. It's the truth after all.
Josef was glad to get away from the playground, but then he got recruited to help with dinner. Cousin Karela is eager to watch and learn
how to grill hamburgers. The girl even hugs the older cousin, arm around the waist, her hand resting dangerously close to the bulge in front.
Strangely, without any control at all, Josef couldn't help it when another pesky penis popup occurs. Girls this age are too young to be a main attraction, but anytime anyone got that close, that touchy-feely, then there is a response. Of course Karela noticed the sudden enlargement.
It was bizarre and weird, the achy feeling in his balls sets in again, has Josef slightly worried.
That night the temperature was still warm. A powerful flashlight makes it bright in the tent, makes the arranging of bedding easy.
Josef and Karl laid out their two sleeping bags, both fully unzipped and placed double decker for a comfortable bed inside the dome
shaped tent. Josef's comfort level disappears when Karela unzips the tent to let herself inside.
"I get to sleep with you guys."
"We are not dressed in here," Josef says.
Seeing Karl was wearing only underwear of the white briefs variety, along with Josef in the sleek and small briefs, Karela joined the party.
Stripping down to only panties, not even keeping a shirt on, Karela slides next to Josef who finds himself in the middle. Being just ten years
old, Karela's chest looks similar to Karl's.
Josef turns off the flashlight. It was odd being next to a girl in a tent, but the events of the day had Josef worn out, and before long he
drifted off to sleep.
* * * * *
Something made Josef wake up. Something strange was going on. The flashlight is back on. Karl and Karela are sitting up on either side
of him, both hunched over, both looking at something. Karl has the bright light of the powerful flashlight on Josef's underwear.
"It gets hard like that every night? When he is asleep?" Karela seems to be in awe.
It was then Josef's sleepy brain could process the briefs were too tight, constricted, and his brother and cousin were looking at a boner.
Josef doesn't say anything. He doesn't move, not even when a finger pokes the middle of the shaft. Karela giggles.
"That is so hard," another giggle.
The erect dick throbs, pressing hard at the right hip side where the briefs narrow. Karl grabs the front waistband. Pulling upward, a gap is
formed between underwear and skin. The penis swings upward popping through the gap. The amazed cousin says, "Ooooh". Amazingly,
without any logical reasoning, Josef didn't put a stop to this. More finger pokes follow, and still Josef makes no move even though he can
feel how much is exposed; knows half his penis sticks out beyond the waistband.
The cousin has endless questions, "What is the pink thing on top called?"
"We call it the head...but you can see it only has one eye".
A thumb and finger grasp both sides of the head giving gentle squeezes. "The head is squishy when the rest of it is stiff. This is so cool.
Is your dick like this, Karl?"
"He is bigger. The head is way bigger, and it shows because my brother had to get circumcised last year."
Getting poked and prodded on the penis is a turn on of a whole new level. It is embarrassing because Karl is giving a girl a show and tell with brother's big dick. Josef has been jerking off for less than a year, but he knows immediately when certain physical sensations kick in. He
knows he is overly aroused, knows he is close to busting a nut the way Karela keeps touching him. It's inevitable.
The sound of a zipper turns everyone's head toward the front of the tent. Karl quickly lifts the front of the underwear, and he does his best
to shove Josef's dick back under covers. It's not a perfect placement. It doesn't get placed pointed to the side, but angled too straight upward where Josef's head pushes against the waistband.
The tent door opens. Josef's mom sticks her head inside. "I saw a flashlight on, heard talking. Why are you guys not sleeping?"
Josef sees a way to place blame on his brother, "I was asleep, they woke me up just now."
Mom crawls into the tent, "Well, now that was rude of them." She pauses while glancing down at the overstuffed underwear, then she
smiles when taking in that Karela has no shirt on. "Hmmm...I see something is up."
Chapter 18. A Brief Exposure
The embarrassing incidents during Josef's 14th birthday did not end with the doggy walk spank gauntlet. Late in the afternoon gifts were
presented to the birthday boy, the family gathered at the picnic table. Josef got a fishing pole from Uncle Caruso. He got a Battle Chess
computer game from dad. Karl gave him a Walmart gift card, wow, how thoughtful of him. Mom beamed with excessive joy when she handed
a wrapped package to her oldest son. With great enthusiasm she watches as Josef unwraps it. To Josef's dismay it is a package of fancy and
sleek briefs underwear.
Proud of her gift, mom requests, "Put em on Josef. I want to see how well they fit you."
"Hell NO...I'm not putting these on."
Josef had put shorts on, but that is all he had on, which is appropriate for a lake park. Then mom wants him to put on the small red briefs
to model them for every family member to see.
"Isn't walking around in underwear against the rules?" Josef points out.
"You had nothing on and nobody complained. No park ranger came over to arrest you. Now do what I say."
Josef resists changing the shorts out for wearing only skimpy underwear. He complains until his father says, "Just do it."
Josef ducks behind a tree, and this makes everyone laugh. They laugh again when the birthday boy emerges from the temporary cover.
The red briefs were smaller than anything Josef wore before, with half the material tighty white briefs have. Mom takes the regular
shorts from Josef's hand and sets them on her lap.
"Let me take a look at these," mom says as she closely inspects the sleek tight fitting briefs. Mom slides a finger along the waistband, her
forefinger tucked down inside as she slides that finger nearly all the way around. Everything is showing way too much. Anyone looking
would see what direction the penis is pointing, how thick the dick is, and worst of all all the outline of the glans can also be seen because
the briefs have no inner frontside liner like regular white briefs do. Karela, Karl, and even the campers at the closest camping sites are
watching.
Josef complains again. "This isn't cool. It's so unfair."
"Who said life is fair?" mom responds, and she proves the point by calling Karl over for a new mission.
Mom hands the shorts to Karl, then the keys to the car are handed to the younger brother. "Go to the tent. Grab up all the clothes, put
them in the trunk of the car. Since my ungrateful son wants to complain so much, his new fancy briefs he can wear for the rest of the
camping trip. Nothing more until a park ranger gives him a warning to put some clothes on can he wear anything more."
Josef has the freedom to go where he wants and do whatever he wants. However, he wants to stay in the tent but that is off limits until
bedtime. It's not as bad as being naked, but not by much. The red underwear only has one inch of coverage on the hips, looking more
like girlie panties than manly style briefs. Josef can see campers of all ages keep glancing his direction. Cousin Karela becomes his ever
present companion, and she begs Josef to take her to the playground. Josef would have refused but orders from mom has him and Karela
trudging along the park road to the playground with Karl tagging along.
Being the only teenage boy at the playground Josef stands out in more ways than one. Not only do the younger kids stare at him, they run
up close to ask "What is that?" "Why are you wearing that?" Karela wants to be pushed on the swing, then Karl needs a partner on
the seesaw. Then two moms with children around five years old show up. Rather than watching their own boys, both mothers only have
an interest in the bigger boy baring almost everything and find excuses to talk to Josef...or talk about him.
"What color of red is that?" a mom says while pointing at the briefs. "I think it's cherry red."
"I think it's scarlet...or is it crimson?" the other guesses.
"I like a young man with confidence, one brave enough to show off the goods."
"If that were any smaller the boy's penis would fall out," the mother laughs, not sounding sympathetic at all.
Josef can feel the heat on his cheeks as the face turns a shade of unnamed red. His heart pounds with fear and hope when a park
ranger vehicle slowly drives by. The ranger sticks his head out the window, frowning at the inappropriately dressed Josef, but then
the ranger drives on. Much to his disappointment, no warning was given by the ranger. It was his chance to blame it all on the
parents. It's the truth after all.
Josef was glad to get away from the playground, but then he got recruited to help with dinner. Cousin Karela is eager to watch and learn
how to grill hamburgers. The girl even hugs the older cousin, arm around the waist, her hand resting dangerously close to the bulge in front.
Strangely, without any control at all, Josef couldn't help it when another pesky penis popup occurs. Girls this age are too young to be a main attraction, but anytime anyone got that close, that touchy-feely, then there is a response. Of course Karela noticed the sudden enlargement.
It was bizarre and weird, the achy feeling in his balls sets in again, has Josef slightly worried.
That night the temperature was still warm. A powerful flashlight makes it bright in the tent, makes the arranging of bedding easy.
Josef and Karl laid out their two sleeping bags, both fully unzipped and placed double decker for a comfortable bed inside the dome
shaped tent. Josef's comfort level disappears when Karela unzips the tent to let herself inside.
"I get to sleep with you guys."
"We are not dressed in here," Josef says.
Seeing Karl was wearing only underwear of the white briefs variety, along with Josef in the sleek and small briefs, Karela joined the party.
Stripping down to only panties, not even keeping a shirt on, Karela slides next to Josef who finds himself in the middle. Being just ten years
old, Karela's chest looks similar to Karl's.
Josef turns off the flashlight. It was odd being next to a girl in a tent, but the events of the day had Josef worn out, and before long he
drifted off to sleep.
* * * * *
Something made Josef wake up. Something strange was going on. The flashlight is back on. Karl and Karela are sitting up on either side
of him, both hunched over, both looking at something. Karl has the bright light of the powerful flashlight on Josef's underwear.
"It gets hard like that every night? When he is asleep?" Karela seems to be in awe.
It was then Josef's sleepy brain could process the briefs were too tight, constricted, and his brother and cousin were looking at a boner.
Josef doesn't say anything. He doesn't move, not even when a finger pokes the middle of the shaft. Karela giggles.
"That is so hard," another giggle.
The erect dick throbs, pressing hard at the right hip side where the briefs narrow. Karl grabs the front waistband. Pulling upward, a gap is
formed between underwear and skin. The penis swings upward popping through the gap. The amazed cousin says, "Ooooh". Amazingly,
without any logical reasoning, Josef didn't put a stop to this. More finger pokes follow, and still Josef makes no move even though he can
feel how much is exposed; knows half his penis sticks out beyond the waistband.
The cousin has endless questions, "What is the pink thing on top called?"
"We call it the head...but you can see it only has one eye".
A thumb and finger grasp both sides of the head giving gentle squeezes. "The head is squishy when the rest of it is stiff. This is so cool.
Is your dick like this, Karl?"
"He is bigger. The head is way bigger, and it shows because my brother had to get circumcised last year."
Getting poked and prodded on the penis is a turn on of a whole new level. It is embarrassing because Karl is giving a girl a show and tell with brother's big dick. Josef has been jerking off for less than a year, but he knows immediately when certain physical sensations kick in. He
knows he is overly aroused, knows he is close to busting a nut the way Karela keeps touching him. It's inevitable.
The sound of a zipper turns everyone's head toward the front of the tent. Karl quickly lifts the front of the underwear, and he does his best
to shove Josef's dick back under covers. It's not a perfect placement. It doesn't get placed pointed to the side, but angled too straight upward where Josef's head pushes against the waistband.
The tent door opens. Josef's mom sticks her head inside. "I saw a flashlight on, heard talking. Why are you guys not sleeping?"
Josef sees a way to place blame on his brother, "I was asleep, they woke me up just now."
Mom crawls into the tent, "Well, now that was rude of them." She pauses while glancing down at the overstuffed underwear, then she
smiles when taking in that Karela has no shirt on. "Hmmm...I see something is up."
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Life is Unfair
Chapter 19. Dick de javu
It's a tight squeeze in the medium sized dome tent after a grownup joins the three kids. The squeeze is even tighter in Josef's skimpy
underwear, nothing medium sized about the shape of male genitalia contained within. Recent measurement revealed it had grown to an
impressive seven full inches along with being big in width, a hefty fat meat pole on a slender body. A giant mushroom head is the icing on
the cake, and even Josef's mother was impressed.
"You guys having trouble sleeping?" Josef's mom asks the group. "I know it is warm tonight, but you all got stripped down to the bare essentials.
Now Josef, what is up with you? You seem to be in an agitated state, or maybe you are just happy to be here."
Karl giggles at the last statement but Karela is confused.
"What do you do when they are um...agitated?" Karela asks.
"Karela darling, did you know I used to give both boys a massage at bedtime? Sometimes it was the only way I could get these two to stop
pestering each other. Josef often had too much nervous tension. I can see he is way too wound up right now. It has been a while since I gave
him a soothing tummy rub. It is very popular in Southeast Asia."
To the dismay of one and the delight of two, Mrs. Korleki begins to give the birthday boy a therapeutic rubdown. Karl takes charge of the
flashlight again, as he aims the beam onto his brother's chest.
"Mom...you don't have to do this. I can go to sleep okay."
Josef can plead and beg all he wants, but once his mom is on a mission, a mission to help a tense son relax, nothing is going to stop her.
Also, nothing will stop Mrs. Korleki from saying whatever comes into her head.
"Another year older, Josef, and you've been growing so much lately. Look here Karela, the nipples are raised up, nearly puffy and much
bigger than your boyish nippies. It's something you'll be going through soon, probably in another year. It's so much fun to watch kids entering puberty." She then squeezes each of Josef's nipples, making the boy groan.
The bright flashlight nearly had him blinded when pointed at the chest, but then Josef can see much better when the light follows the
hands down past the sternum onto the quivering muscles of the stomach area.
"This boy is so tense. No wonder he had a HARD time sleeping," mom says as her fingers detect all the muscles to be firm and flexing. As
mentioned by mom, the focus is on the tummy rub. In circular motions and then back and forth, then sliding down along the side toward
the back, the hands cover every inch of bare skin including sliding along the waistband bumping against the protrusion pushing upward.
What used to be soothing and calming when Josef was twelve he finds to be annoyingly arousing. The massage gives no relief to pent up
energies which seem centered on the groin. Josef's dick throbs, the balls feel swollen somehow as if overstuffed with juices. If maturing
past the first stages of puberty means the penis is constantly stiff and the balls have a constant ache, then who would want to grow up?
While pressing firmly on the lowest part of the abdomen, fingers pushing the skin an inch or so lower, the front waistband momentarily loses
contact with the body. That small amount of room causes the dam to burst relieving the intense pressure of the penis head straining
against the confines of the underwear, for another breakout to happen. Josef's dick pops out beyond the underwear with the suddenness of
a Jack-N-the-Box. It shoots out like a striking snake, smacks one of mom's hands as if biting it, those hands instinctively drawing back.
Karela squeals with glee, having watched and hoped for this to occur, and even Karl laughs.
"Well, that was a surprise visit," mom exclaims, and even she sounded excited.
Josef tries to move his hands to cover himself, but mom intercepted them. "I caused it. I'll fix it."
The poor birthday boy can feel his face getting hot, can imagine the intense shade of red on the face as he has to lie unmoving while
mother tries to shove an overgrown masculine monster back into its cave. Somehow Karl had achieved it, but the fumbling and
halfhearted attempt by mother results in an agonizing series of shoves and pushes on the penis that gets nowhere. The result is the boner
will not be banished, as it proudly shows half its length, the pulsing head nearly reaching the bellybutton.
Josef tries to move his hands down there a second time.
"Never mind that, Josef. What's done is done. You can't put the toothpaste back into the tube. You know...this underwear is small on you
so you must control your urges. I am amazed again how much you have grown. What a studmuffin you are turning into. OH, I forgot Karela was sitting right there. Is this the first time seeing an older boy's penis?"
"Yes ma'am...but I'm confused. Karl says his is smaller. He also said Josef is circa, circum..."
"You mean circumcision."
"Yeah, what does this all mean?"
Mrs. Korleki hesitates, but only for a moment. "You are a little young for this...but anyone old enough to ask the question deserves to
learn the answers." Josef's mother grabs the waistband on both hips, and she begins tugging the briefs down the thighs. "Lift your butt up,
Josef. You won't be needing this for a while. Come on...your cousin got a look at half the goods. She might as well see the rest."
The red briefs are easily slid down after Josef reluctantly raised his butt off the sleeping bag. Knowing he is not allowed cover up, Josef can
only cringe inside knowing Karela can see everything up close spotlighted by a powerful flashlight.
"Hand me the flashlight, Karl. Now take your underwear off too. You are not cut and Josef had to lose his foreskin. Your young cousin will
see what it looks like both ways."
Chapter 19. Dick de javu
It's a tight squeeze in the medium sized dome tent after a grownup joins the three kids. The squeeze is even tighter in Josef's skimpy
underwear, nothing medium sized about the shape of male genitalia contained within. Recent measurement revealed it had grown to an
impressive seven full inches along with being big in width, a hefty fat meat pole on a slender body. A giant mushroom head is the icing on
the cake, and even Josef's mother was impressed.
"You guys having trouble sleeping?" Josef's mom asks the group. "I know it is warm tonight, but you all got stripped down to the bare essentials.
Now Josef, what is up with you? You seem to be in an agitated state, or maybe you are just happy to be here."
Karl giggles at the last statement but Karela is confused.
"What do you do when they are um...agitated?" Karela asks.
"Karela darling, did you know I used to give both boys a massage at bedtime? Sometimes it was the only way I could get these two to stop
pestering each other. Josef often had too much nervous tension. I can see he is way too wound up right now. It has been a while since I gave
him a soothing tummy rub. It is very popular in Southeast Asia."
To the dismay of one and the delight of two, Mrs. Korleki begins to give the birthday boy a therapeutic rubdown. Karl takes charge of the
flashlight again, as he aims the beam onto his brother's chest.
"Mom...you don't have to do this. I can go to sleep okay."
Josef can plead and beg all he wants, but once his mom is on a mission, a mission to help a tense son relax, nothing is going to stop her.
Also, nothing will stop Mrs. Korleki from saying whatever comes into her head.
"Another year older, Josef, and you've been growing so much lately. Look here Karela, the nipples are raised up, nearly puffy and much
bigger than your boyish nippies. It's something you'll be going through soon, probably in another year. It's so much fun to watch kids entering puberty." She then squeezes each of Josef's nipples, making the boy groan.
The bright flashlight nearly had him blinded when pointed at the chest, but then Josef can see much better when the light follows the
hands down past the sternum onto the quivering muscles of the stomach area.
"This boy is so tense. No wonder he had a HARD time sleeping," mom says as her fingers detect all the muscles to be firm and flexing. As
mentioned by mom, the focus is on the tummy rub. In circular motions and then back and forth, then sliding down along the side toward
the back, the hands cover every inch of bare skin including sliding along the waistband bumping against the protrusion pushing upward.
What used to be soothing and calming when Josef was twelve he finds to be annoyingly arousing. The massage gives no relief to pent up
energies which seem centered on the groin. Josef's dick throbs, the balls feel swollen somehow as if overstuffed with juices. If maturing
past the first stages of puberty means the penis is constantly stiff and the balls have a constant ache, then who would want to grow up?
While pressing firmly on the lowest part of the abdomen, fingers pushing the skin an inch or so lower, the front waistband momentarily loses
contact with the body. That small amount of room causes the dam to burst relieving the intense pressure of the penis head straining
against the confines of the underwear, for another breakout to happen. Josef's dick pops out beyond the underwear with the suddenness of
a Jack-N-the-Box. It shoots out like a striking snake, smacks one of mom's hands as if biting it, those hands instinctively drawing back.
Karela squeals with glee, having watched and hoped for this to occur, and even Karl laughs.
"Well, that was a surprise visit," mom exclaims, and even she sounded excited.
Josef tries to move his hands to cover himself, but mom intercepted them. "I caused it. I'll fix it."
The poor birthday boy can feel his face getting hot, can imagine the intense shade of red on the face as he has to lie unmoving while
mother tries to shove an overgrown masculine monster back into its cave. Somehow Karl had achieved it, but the fumbling and
halfhearted attempt by mother results in an agonizing series of shoves and pushes on the penis that gets nowhere. The result is the boner
will not be banished, as it proudly shows half its length, the pulsing head nearly reaching the bellybutton.
Josef tries to move his hands down there a second time.
"Never mind that, Josef. What's done is done. You can't put the toothpaste back into the tube. You know...this underwear is small on you
so you must control your urges. I am amazed again how much you have grown. What a studmuffin you are turning into. OH, I forgot Karela was sitting right there. Is this the first time seeing an older boy's penis?"
"Yes ma'am...but I'm confused. Karl says his is smaller. He also said Josef is circa, circum..."
"You mean circumcision."
"Yeah, what does this all mean?"
Mrs. Korleki hesitates, but only for a moment. "You are a little young for this...but anyone old enough to ask the question deserves to
learn the answers." Josef's mother grabs the waistband on both hips, and she begins tugging the briefs down the thighs. "Lift your butt up,
Josef. You won't be needing this for a while. Come on...your cousin got a look at half the goods. She might as well see the rest."
The red briefs are easily slid down after Josef reluctantly raised his butt off the sleeping bag. Knowing he is not allowed cover up, Josef can
only cringe inside knowing Karela can see everything up close spotlighted by a powerful flashlight.
"Hand me the flashlight, Karl. Now take your underwear off too. You are not cut and Josef had to lose his foreskin. Your young cousin will
see what it looks like both ways."
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