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Shame on that instructor for not paying attention to the divers.
I'd be happy to replace him if I can remember where I put my time machine.

Peter makes an excellent future coach. He probably would use himself to demonstrate proper washing technique in Health Class. Back then
they probably called it hygiene class.

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Peter was very embarrassed to have to walk the two blocks pants less to the municipal lot where the car was parked. His shirt was not long enough to cover most of his white briefs. Several passersby on the sidewalk noticed his partially undressed condition. Responses ranged from amused laughter to muted comments such as "What is that boy doing on a public street in his underpants?" Nonetheless, we made it to the car without any major confrontations.

As we got seated in the car, I looked over and noticed that the front of Peter's briefs were somewhat tenting out. I asked, "Did that underpants walk on the street kind of excite you?" He replied, "Partially, but really it's that Daniel told me what you did to him in the bathtub. You know, we Jackson brothers share details of everything." I was partly annoyed that Daniel would have relayed the incident to him. However, I really was developing a kind of crush on Peter and seeing him naked again today for an extended time in the pool had affected me. I said, "I sure hope he doesn't spread that around school; a girl could get a bad reputation if it became general knowledge that she had touched a boy's penis."

"Oh no, he won't," Peter replied, "it's just that..." and his voice kind of nervously trailed off. I continued, "Well, before we talk any further about this, we need to find a gas station or else we'll be walking. The gas gauge needle is pointing right to empty." Peter then said, "I know but I'm just kind of worked up right now with all that went on today, with you and the other girls and women seeing all of us lifeguard trainees naked." As I placed the Powerglide transmission wand into "Drive" I noticed that Peter was gently touching his penis through his white briefs. It was obvious that his penis had become fully stiff.

As I drove along, I spotted an Esso station. The sign out front read 'Regular 26.9, Extra 28.9'. I had $6.00 on me so I figured that would be more than enough to fill the Chevrolet's tank. By the time I pulled up to the pumps, Peter was no longer touching himself, however, the front of his underpants were still very much tented out. In addition, I noticed a small wet spot. I wondered if he had peed a little bit or was that something else?

An attendant came up to the driver's side. He was a very good-looking blond-haired guy who looked a bit older than us, probably age 20 or so I guessed. I asked him to fill it up with regular gas. He inquired if I wanted the oil checked. Since this was the first time I had ever bought gasoline myself, I wasn't really sure what to do so I just said yes. After he connected the gas pump to the filler hole, he walked around the right side of the car, obviously preparing to open the hood. The passenger side window was partially open. I noticed he glanced in at Peter. The attendant had a big smile on his face as he began to open the hood. Peter then leaned over and whispered to me, "That attendant knows I'm in my underpants. He was checking me out." This seemed to amuse Peter for some reason.

Just then a 1953 Oldsmobile pulled into the station. Rather than pull up to another pump, that car drove in beside us to the right. The driver quickly got out and I realized it was our science teacher. Peter rolled down his window completely and greeted her. He showed no apparent concern that he was not wearing any pants. At first, she didn't seem to notice his condition, and casually explained to us that her car did not need gas, but she had just stopped in to have the oil and air pressure in her tires checked. After the attendant had added a quart of oil to our Chevrolet, he came over and our science teacher explained what she needed done on her car. This conversation took place while the two of them peered into the passenger side of the Chevrolet, both kind of slyly staring at Peter. The bulge in the front of his briefs had diminished somewhat, however, the small quarter-sized wet spot was still very evident.

Our Chevrolet took 11 gallons of gas, which came to $2.95 plus $0.19 for the quart of oil. The attendant also took his time cleaning our windshield, stealing more very unsubtle glances at Peter. Our science teacher never said anything about Peter sitting there in a shirt and just underpants, but she definitely noticed it, as did the more overtly leering attendant.

As we pulled out of the Esso station, Peter's penis became very stiff again. Perhaps his partial exposure to our science teacher and the gas station attendant had increased his apparent need to resume touching himself. As we neared Holcomb, I decided to pull into a wooded area just off the main road into town. Peter had become very fidgety and his obvious need to touch his penis was distracting me. And I was a very inexperienced driver. I chose a spot near the end of the adjacent parking lot where no other vehicles were located.

I shifted the Powerglide transmission into the 'Park' position and turned off the motor. Peter began to more vigorously stroke his penis. I realized then that Peter was actually masturbating right there in the front seat of my Dad's 1954 Chevrolet. I leaned over to get a closer look. Peter gasped and said, "I'm sorry, I just have to do this now. For some reason I can't wait until I'm in our bedroom tonight with my brothers!"

Suddenly Peter sort of convulsed. The front of his briefs became saturated and some of the liquid he was shooting out was even powerful enough to go through his underwear and onto his leg. Since the bath day at the Jackson house my mother and I had engaged in a little talk. Consequently, I realized that Peter had not just now peed in his underpants; it was something else and my Mom had explained what it really was to me. Fortunately, my Dad kept a small box of tissues in the glove compartment. I used them to wipe off Peter's sticky wet hand and wiped off what liquid had escaped his underpants and gotten onto his leg. Later I'd have to inspect the passenger side seat to determine if any of this stuff had dripped onto it. I certainly didn't want my Dad to be asking questions about any stains on the front seat of his car.

After Peter seemed to recover, I started the car and drove the rest of the way home. I pulled into the Jackson's driveway to let him off. I didn't want my mother peering out the window of our house and wondering why Peter was walking around wearing just a shirt and (soaked in the front) underpants. Before I could pull away, Daniel exited out of the front door and walked over to the car. He asked me if I could come in for a while. There was a problem over at the Clutter house and his Mom was going to stay there for the time being. He said, "Dad is still out somewhere in the wheat fields with Mr. Clutter and his wife Bonnie has some sort of sickness. Mom's going to stay there and prepare dinner for them. They're paying her and we really could use the money."

I agreed and said I'd phone my Mom to get permission to help the Jackson boys prepare a meal in their kitchen. As Peter walked up towards the house, Daniel eyed him up, taking in the soaked condition of his underpants. I then explained to Daniel why Peter's pants were missing. Daniel shrugged and commented, "Yeah, and explain why the front of his briefs are soaked." I replied, "You'll have to ask him that."

Dinner At the Jackson House
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I phoned my Mom and she had no objection to me staying and helping the Jackson boys prepare dinner in the absence of their parents, who were both still at the Clutter farm. It was obvious to me that the boys were clueless as to how to prepare a dinner. Daniel had started to thaw out some frozen pork chops, so he and I got to work. In the meantime, Daniel had told Peter to "go upstairs and put something else on. We don't want you sitting here at dinner in those crusty looking underpants."

Daniel was wearing a skimpy 'wife beater' sweatshirt and jeans which had clearly seen better days. In fact, one of the various rips and holes in the tattered jeans partially exposed his white briefs underneath. I tried to concentrate on fixing dinner, however, having this hunky high school senior football player standing next to me peeling potatoes wasn't making it any easier. I placed the pork chops in the broiler and opened two cans of string beans.

Very casually, during these food preparations, Daniel said, "I hope you can stay for a while after dinner. We're all going to take showers tonight as previously planned. Mom would have assisted, but she won't be back until well after 9:00 pm. It's a lot simpler you will see when we just use the shower, doesn't take very long."

Omigosh, I thought, am I going to see all the Jackson boys naked tonight? This after all of Peter's nudity at the YMCA earlier. When Daniel and I had dinner ready, we called the other three boys down from their bedroom upstairs. As they trooped into the dining room, I could readily ascertain it was going to be 'casual attire' for this evening meal. Peter was wearing loose gym shorts and an old looking undershirt; Josh and Craig wore only underpants with no tops.

Daniel chuckled and said, "I can see you guys didn't dress for dinner." Josh giggled and replied, "We didn't bother since we're going to be taking everything off anyway for our shower time."

Four hungry boys dug into the food we had prepared. Afterwards, Daniel, Peter, and I cleared the table and placed the dishes in the sink to be washed. Daniel suggested that we do the showers first since their water heater only had limited capacity. Peter asked Daniel, "May I shower too, even though I did so at the YMCA? As I believe you figured out, I had a little mishap on the way home." Daniel shrugged, and replied, "Sure Peter, you just couldn't control yourself I guess."

Both Josh and Craig took this conversation as their cue. Without further pretense, both younger boys pulled off their white briefs right in the middle of the living room. Now naked, they playfully argued over who would go first under the shower. Staying dressed, Daniel and Peter went over and began to turn on and adjust the shower head. I knew where the bath towels were kept so I went to get them out of a linen closet nearby.

It was clear to me that 12-year-old Josh was getting a bit excited as he went under the shower. His circumcised penis with a small wisp of pubic hair was fully erect. Just in case any of us missed this, Josh chortled and said, "Damn thing is all hard again!" I could only speculate if the presence of the 16-year-old neighbor girl to observe his nudity was at least partially contributing to his state of pubescent arousal. Josh really went overboard on cleaning his genital area. Daniel said to him, "Hurry it up, Josh, you're wasting all the hot water. You can do that up in our bedroom later." It really did dawn on me at this point that the Jackson boys harbored no compunction in letting their teenage female neighbor in on the secret that they routinely masturbated as a group in their bedroom. It was more of less made clear to me that this activity generally happened on (apparently) every night. This became very obvious due to the joking comments that went on during shower time.

Next was Craig's turn. At some point during Craig's shower Daniel had removed his tattered jeans and sleeveless shirt. My back was turned to him while I helped Craig dry off. As I turned back around, Daniel was now wearing only his underpants. He sure looked like the hunky football player he was, sinews of muscle on his arms and what we called a 6-pack abdomen. There was something about Daniel which brought out a certain uncharacteristic aggressiveness in me. I went over to him and said, "Those underpants must come off before your shower." Daniel answered, "Why don't you do it?" Already I could see some tenting out in the front of his briefs. I reached over, hooked both my hands on either side and pulled downward. His now rock-hard penis sprang up. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the naked Josh and Craig begin to ascend the stairs, leaving only Peter still in the living room, sitting on a chair with his bath towed wrapped around his torso.

I felt almost overcome with a lusty feeling and I so badly wanted to touch Daniel's penis. Daniel edged towards the shower, facing away from where Peter was sitting. He put his hand on his throbbing erection and whispered, "Someone needs to do something about this." That was all the encouragement I required. I put my right hand on his shaft and began to pump the way I had done that bygone Saturday when I first saw all the Jackson boys naked. Daniel began to quietly moan, and I took that as my cue to speed up my ministrations. He softly spoke, "I saved this up all day since I knew you might be coming over...oh-oh-I'm cumming!" Several copious shots of white liquid rocketed out of Daniel's penis partially onto my arm and then the shower's tile floor. Subsequently Daniel's penis began to deflate, and he leaned against a nearby stool.

I glanced over into the living room. Peter was watching everything that just went on and was openly masturbating under the bath towel draped over him. Up until then, in my naivety, I really wasn't sure if boys could do this more than once per day. Yet, for the second time today, I was watching my high school classmate and science lab partner masturbate. An act that my girlfriends talked about and thought most boys did only in private. As Daniel got under the shower head, I watched as Peter ejaculated into the towel. He showed no signs of caring whether the neighbor girls was present for his second jack-off of the day.

We had run out of hot water. Peter recovered from his orgasm and just shrugged when I told him that he'd have to wait awhile until their water heater could produce more. This was an old house with certainly not the newest appliances. Peter dropped his towel, walked naked over to the kitchen sink and grabbed a paper towel. He said, "No problem, I'll just wipe off my private area with this damp towel." Of course, at this point there was nothing really private as he stood directly in front of me wiping off his penis, balls, and chest area where his semen had landed on.

The ornate Westminster clock on the mantle chimed nine times. I realized that meant it was near the time when Mrs. Jackson said she would be home. Quickly I began to clean up around the shower area. Peter promptly went upstairs. Daniel remained in the room with a bath towel draped around him. At 9:15 we heard the front door open. Both Mr. and Mrs. Jackson entered. They both looked tired.

Mrs. Jackson profusely thanked me for all I had done that day including the YMCA trip and helping the boys with dinner. She slipped me $2.00 and said, "At least that should pay for the gas and your time. Wish I could give you more, but things are tight. I thanked her and said that really wasn't necessary, but I was grateful to make a little money.

Mrs. Jackson asked me to sit down for a few minutes. She had something to tell me and Daniel. She began, "There has been a bit of a crisis over at the Clutter household. As you may have possibly heard, Bonnie Clutter has some health problems. Today things got a little worse in that regard. Mr. Clutter is driving with her up to Wichita tomorrow morning. Bonnie will be admitted to a hospital there in the Psychiatric Ward for evaluation. From what I know, she suffers from some type of major depression. Mr. Clutter has offered to pay me to stay there all day, keep house, and fix meals for them. I know you've met Nancy Clutter, and they have a younger son, Kenyon. Their two older daughters no longer live at home."

I had actually been in the large and spacious Clutter home once. Reputedly, the Clutters were wealthy. Nancy had offered to teach me to ride a horse. After one such lesson riding horseback around the farm, she invited me in for a coke. Afterwards Nancy had taken me on a tour of the expansive home, which had been custom built under the direction of Mr. Clutter in 1948. I was even taken upstairs and shown all bedrooms with one exception: at the end of the hallway the door to the last room on the left was shut. That was Bonnie Clutter's bedroom where apparently, she spent much of her time within. There were various rumors going around Holcomb regarding Bonnie. Some gossip said she was an alcoholic; others attributed her reclusiveness to some sort of mental illness. Mr. Clutter used a room on the first floor as his bedroom. The residence also included an office on one side of the structure which Mr. Clutter used as an office to direct the operations of his prosperous wheat farm.

Mrs. Jackson continued, "Tomorrow I am going to cook a large turkey. If your mother agrees, you may come over to the Clutter home for dinner. The boys and my husband are going to join us." I thanked Mrs. Jackson for the invitation and said I'd let her know in the morning when I picked up Peter in my Dad's car to go to school. I then said that I'd better get on home.

I was now really looking forward to again seeing the well-appointed Clutter home and having dinner there with the Jackson brothers along with Nancy and Kenyon. That night I had difficulty getting to sleep with all that was going on. In bed, I began to touch myself in my own private area, As I did, I fantasized about the Jackson boys. In my imagination, the boys stopped wearing clothes altogether, even to school Then my nocturnal fantasy continued with all the boys in the high school ceasing wearing anything; they just walked the halls with no shame and went to classes naked. As sleep finally overtook me, I dreamed of seeing the penises of all the boys I knew and was around in high school.

NickTwisp, I liked your story, thank you, I'm interested! I guess this is one of the best stories over here

I was only amused by the car automatic gearbox in 1958!

I’m really enjoying your story! Love how the brothers are so comfortable with their nudity. What will happen at the Cutters home? Will the girls coax the boys out of their clothes? Peter & Daniel need to be put on display as often as possible

I was only amused by the car automatic gearbox in 1958!
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Thanks for reading the story. Powerglide was a fully automatic transmission manufactured by the Chevrolet division from 1950-1973. It featured two forward speeds combined with a torque converter.