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My New Neighbors
Chapter 9. The Camping Cutie
I know exactly what makes me get a stiffie. It's being seen naked in a place I'm not supposed to be. Or it could be being naked in a normal
place, but somebody is there making it NOT normal.
Two years ago, when I was almost at the age of fourteen, I still appeared young enough the relatives called me Baby Face and Little Darling,
even Cutesy Boy. It was so annoying to have an aunt or much older cousin pinch me on the cheek and playfully tease me how I'll be attacked
by the puberty monster soon. They didn't know it, but the attack had already begun. I'd grown to a length of close to six inches down there,
but my smallish body and not even a hint of fuzz on the face or underarms fooled them. I was well aware the changes had begun, mainly the
more hidden ones, and though I was ecstatic about these changes I never wore clothes that gave it away. I only wore baggy type jeans and
shorts and never ever ran around in my underwear at home like some other kids my age still did.
During Spring Break of my thirteenth year, I got sent off on a camping trip with Uncle Joe and Aunt Amelia. It was promoted by my mom
as a fun family outing with lots of shared experiences to remember. I remember being left with a bunch of young kids and one older teenage
girl who was put in charge of "Watching" us.
My aunt and uncle spent most of that Saturday at the state park fishing with adult friends on a boat. The boat was large enough for six
adults to comfortably fish all day...and they left their children and young relatives behind with Barbara. Now I suppose being sixteen is old
enough to watch over three kids and one thirteen year old, but Barbara was not exactly the mature babysitter.
The three other kids I was stuck with were two boys who were seven and eight, and a girl who was ten years old. I didn't know which kid
belonged to what adult and really didn't care. What I cared about was being stuck with a bratty bunch of booger eating boys and a girl
too young for me to be interested in. Hell, I'm thirteen and my hormones are howling down in my drawers and it's older girls like Barbara that
my eyes tend to stare at, especially ones that wear super short cutoff jeans shorts that are fraying at the bottom and form fitting halter tops.
Barbara had those trashy country girl vibes, and it attracted older boys by the bunches.
I'd have been okay getting to know Barbara, but that girl was a snooty bitch. She spent all the time on her phone talking to somebody or
bodies, and every time one of the kids needed something she would tell me to take care of it. I had to bandage up a boy's knee when he
banged it on a rock. I had to set out the items from the cooler on the picnic table for us kids to have our lunch, all while Barbara started
flirting with some hunky older teens.
After lunch Barbara took us down to the edge of the lake. I was already prepared in my swimsuit, and was slightly amazed the two boys
and took off their shorts and shirts to get into the water in their briefs undies. The ten-year-old girl, whose name is Artie, did wear her
shirt in the water. However, it was a plain white t-shirt and her nipples were clearly visible through the almost see through shirt. Not having
done much swimming anyplace other than the boring city public pools, I wasn't used to seeing kids swim in their underwear. Maybe it's a
country thing, and my mid thigh length swimsuit was a sign I'm a city slicker. Little Artie, who had shoulder length sandy-blond hair and brown eyes, suddenly became a little more of a somebody of interest.
When standing close to the shoreline, Artie's t-shirt didn't cover her cotton underwear at all. The underwear was pale yellow and when wet
it clung tightly to the girl's body revealing the canyon of her bottom. Harder to see was the slit on the frontside, but there were times
her hips were no more than a couple feet from my now more curious eyeballs. I soon found out how sweet Artie's laugh is, how quick she
was to giggle at some stupid joke. Now she is three years younger than I am, but I'm finding whatever she talks about to sound mature
and thoughtful.
We swam and splashed near the shore for about an hour. Then Artie said she wished we were at the beach so we could build a sandcastle.
One of the boys said we could build a mud fort, and so that is what we did for the next hour. I totally forgot about Barbara, our babysitter,
but she was nearby chatting with another cute guy who had come along.
An hour of mud fort building is messy business. By the time Barbara came over to order us out all four of us were blacker and grayer than
white. Every so often one of the bratty boys would pull back the waistband of somebody's underwear and dump in a handful of mud. Not
even Artie was immune from these attacks, and I didn't try to discourage it. It looked funny and gross, the boys looked like they had pooped
in their pants. I was safe because my swimsuit has a tie string, tight tightly.
Barbara was disgusted when she saw how dirty and filthy each of us were. She made us get into the water to get the majority of the muck
out of our underwear. After getting back on dry land, our babysitter marched us straight to the bathroom building.
"Get yourselves washed in the showers. I'm see you back at the campsite," and our fearless watcher abandoned us once again, but not before
making us hand her all our shorts and shirts, and she left us there without anything to change into or towels to dry off with. I had nothing
to hand over since I didn't strip anything off over my swimsuit.
We stood outside the park bathroom for a minute, watching Barbara walk to our campsite. I wasn't sad to see her depart. I was thrilled
to be the older one in charge of the group.
"Which bathroom do we use," one of the boys asked. "We've been in both sides. Whoever is with us...mom or dad, we go in the side they use."
Of course I would naturally walk in the door with the MEN'S sign above it, but it made sense the two youngest ones could be taken into either
the guy's or the girl's facility. I assumed Artie would go into the girl's bathroom, but she shocked me by saying she would rather go into the
boy's side with us.
"I don't want to go in there by myself. Not with strangers who might be in there. Can I shower with you guys?"
I was so amazed by this I didn't know what to say, or how to say it. I coughed and cleared my throat. I was both frightened and thrilled at the
same time at the thought a girl would join us in taking a shower after swimming in the lake. I didn't have to say anything. Both the other
boys grabbed Artie's hands, and away they went through the MEN'S side of the wood frame building. I followed immediately and saw there
were two toilet stalls on one side of the room, two urinals in the center on the wall, with two sinks with mirrors next in line and next to those
were two shower stalls with doors.
The two mud coated boys went into one stall, but first they took off their underwear and left two icky gray briefs lying on the bench outside
the stalls. These younger boys didn't care that anyone saw them naked, not even a girl, and all they wanted to do was play. I had to take
charge for a moment. I made the boys first wash out their underwear under the shower head, then place the briefs on the bench.
I noticed then that Artie hadn't gotten into the other stall. She stood outside the one with the two naked boys. When I looked at her she pointed
at the other stall.
"You can go first," she said.
I nodded. It made sense to me she'd wait to be the last one to shower. But just as I was about to enter the stall, a group of four or five men
walked into the bathroom. These guys were much older of course, and much larger, and very very loud. One headed for a toilet stall, the
other for the urinals. One guy with a beer in his hand glances over at us.
Suddenly, without warning Artie brisky moved past me into the shower stall, grabbing my arm to pull me in. She closed the
door to the stall, her breathing more rapid, a blush on her cheeks. Then Artie smiled and laughed loudly. The sound of her mirth was infectious
and I laughed along with her. She was still giggling when she turns on the water for the shower to start. I let her control the turn knobs
for the temperature. What she did next shocked me, as she pulls off the white t-shirt. She tosses the shirt over the stall door, hoping it lands
on the bench. Now I'd seen some movies where a girl under the age of twelve swims without a shirt on, but when Artie also removed the yellow
cotton underwear I sucked in my breath in amazement. I never thought that could happen, that a girl...not a little girl but one who is old
enough to have developed a sense of modesty, would strip down completely right in front of me. The yellow briefs follow the t-shirt over
the closed door of the stall, and Artie is without any method of covering up besides using her hands.
Artie doesn't cover up. Immediately she slips under the stream of water from the shower head. I watch, amazed and speechless. I never
shared a shower with anyone before. This girl I only met has my undivided attention, even though her chest is boy like, with no hint of breast mounds. Nothing special to write home about there, but for the first time I saw a girl this age completely naked. Her butt has no jiggle, the
legs firm, the tummy so small around. Artie is slender and fit, and she's a good runner too. But it's seeing what a girl has, or in this case, doesn't have down there where the legs come together that is the memorable part. No sign of hair at all, and that didn't surprise me since Artie is only
ten, but seeing a pussy slit on any girl is something new. Seeing water stream down her body, from her beautiful face, down her chest
and stomach and past the belly button down to...I wondered if water ever gets up in there in that opening to a girl's inner plumbing. The slit looked sealed, sort of, but how sealed is it really. All sorts of new thoughts flooded my poor brain.
Artie looks at me, and she moves partway out of the water falling onto her.
"Take off your swimsuit, Nolan. Aren't you as brave as those other boys?"
Chapter 9. The Camping Cutie
I know exactly what makes me get a stiffie. It's being seen naked in a place I'm not supposed to be. Or it could be being naked in a normal
place, but somebody is there making it NOT normal.
Two years ago, when I was almost at the age of fourteen, I still appeared young enough the relatives called me Baby Face and Little Darling,
even Cutesy Boy. It was so annoying to have an aunt or much older cousin pinch me on the cheek and playfully tease me how I'll be attacked
by the puberty monster soon. They didn't know it, but the attack had already begun. I'd grown to a length of close to six inches down there,
but my smallish body and not even a hint of fuzz on the face or underarms fooled them. I was well aware the changes had begun, mainly the
more hidden ones, and though I was ecstatic about these changes I never wore clothes that gave it away. I only wore baggy type jeans and
shorts and never ever ran around in my underwear at home like some other kids my age still did.
During Spring Break of my thirteenth year, I got sent off on a camping trip with Uncle Joe and Aunt Amelia. It was promoted by my mom
as a fun family outing with lots of shared experiences to remember. I remember being left with a bunch of young kids and one older teenage
girl who was put in charge of "Watching" us.
My aunt and uncle spent most of that Saturday at the state park fishing with adult friends on a boat. The boat was large enough for six
adults to comfortably fish all day...and they left their children and young relatives behind with Barbara. Now I suppose being sixteen is old
enough to watch over three kids and one thirteen year old, but Barbara was not exactly the mature babysitter.
The three other kids I was stuck with were two boys who were seven and eight, and a girl who was ten years old. I didn't know which kid
belonged to what adult and really didn't care. What I cared about was being stuck with a bratty bunch of booger eating boys and a girl
too young for me to be interested in. Hell, I'm thirteen and my hormones are howling down in my drawers and it's older girls like Barbara that
my eyes tend to stare at, especially ones that wear super short cutoff jeans shorts that are fraying at the bottom and form fitting halter tops.
Barbara had those trashy country girl vibes, and it attracted older boys by the bunches.
I'd have been okay getting to know Barbara, but that girl was a snooty bitch. She spent all the time on her phone talking to somebody or
bodies, and every time one of the kids needed something she would tell me to take care of it. I had to bandage up a boy's knee when he
banged it on a rock. I had to set out the items from the cooler on the picnic table for us kids to have our lunch, all while Barbara started
flirting with some hunky older teens.
After lunch Barbara took us down to the edge of the lake. I was already prepared in my swimsuit, and was slightly amazed the two boys
and took off their shorts and shirts to get into the water in their briefs undies. The ten-year-old girl, whose name is Artie, did wear her
shirt in the water. However, it was a plain white t-shirt and her nipples were clearly visible through the almost see through shirt. Not having
done much swimming anyplace other than the boring city public pools, I wasn't used to seeing kids swim in their underwear. Maybe it's a
country thing, and my mid thigh length swimsuit was a sign I'm a city slicker. Little Artie, who had shoulder length sandy-blond hair and brown eyes, suddenly became a little more of a somebody of interest.
When standing close to the shoreline, Artie's t-shirt didn't cover her cotton underwear at all. The underwear was pale yellow and when wet
it clung tightly to the girl's body revealing the canyon of her bottom. Harder to see was the slit on the frontside, but there were times
her hips were no more than a couple feet from my now more curious eyeballs. I soon found out how sweet Artie's laugh is, how quick she
was to giggle at some stupid joke. Now she is three years younger than I am, but I'm finding whatever she talks about to sound mature
and thoughtful.
We swam and splashed near the shore for about an hour. Then Artie said she wished we were at the beach so we could build a sandcastle.
One of the boys said we could build a mud fort, and so that is what we did for the next hour. I totally forgot about Barbara, our babysitter,
but she was nearby chatting with another cute guy who had come along.
An hour of mud fort building is messy business. By the time Barbara came over to order us out all four of us were blacker and grayer than
white. Every so often one of the bratty boys would pull back the waistband of somebody's underwear and dump in a handful of mud. Not
even Artie was immune from these attacks, and I didn't try to discourage it. It looked funny and gross, the boys looked like they had pooped
in their pants. I was safe because my swimsuit has a tie string, tight tightly.
Barbara was disgusted when she saw how dirty and filthy each of us were. She made us get into the water to get the majority of the muck
out of our underwear. After getting back on dry land, our babysitter marched us straight to the bathroom building.
"Get yourselves washed in the showers. I'm see you back at the campsite," and our fearless watcher abandoned us once again, but not before
making us hand her all our shorts and shirts, and she left us there without anything to change into or towels to dry off with. I had nothing
to hand over since I didn't strip anything off over my swimsuit.
We stood outside the park bathroom for a minute, watching Barbara walk to our campsite. I wasn't sad to see her depart. I was thrilled
to be the older one in charge of the group.
"Which bathroom do we use," one of the boys asked. "We've been in both sides. Whoever is with us...mom or dad, we go in the side they use."
Of course I would naturally walk in the door with the MEN'S sign above it, but it made sense the two youngest ones could be taken into either
the guy's or the girl's facility. I assumed Artie would go into the girl's bathroom, but she shocked me by saying she would rather go into the
boy's side with us.
"I don't want to go in there by myself. Not with strangers who might be in there. Can I shower with you guys?"
I was so amazed by this I didn't know what to say, or how to say it. I coughed and cleared my throat. I was both frightened and thrilled at the
same time at the thought a girl would join us in taking a shower after swimming in the lake. I didn't have to say anything. Both the other
boys grabbed Artie's hands, and away they went through the MEN'S side of the wood frame building. I followed immediately and saw there
were two toilet stalls on one side of the room, two urinals in the center on the wall, with two sinks with mirrors next in line and next to those
were two shower stalls with doors.
The two mud coated boys went into one stall, but first they took off their underwear and left two icky gray briefs lying on the bench outside
the stalls. These younger boys didn't care that anyone saw them naked, not even a girl, and all they wanted to do was play. I had to take
charge for a moment. I made the boys first wash out their underwear under the shower head, then place the briefs on the bench.
I noticed then that Artie hadn't gotten into the other stall. She stood outside the one with the two naked boys. When I looked at her she pointed
at the other stall.
"You can go first," she said.
I nodded. It made sense to me she'd wait to be the last one to shower. But just as I was about to enter the stall, a group of four or five men
walked into the bathroom. These guys were much older of course, and much larger, and very very loud. One headed for a toilet stall, the
other for the urinals. One guy with a beer in his hand glances over at us.
Suddenly, without warning Artie brisky moved past me into the shower stall, grabbing my arm to pull me in. She closed the
door to the stall, her breathing more rapid, a blush on her cheeks. Then Artie smiled and laughed loudly. The sound of her mirth was infectious
and I laughed along with her. She was still giggling when she turns on the water for the shower to start. I let her control the turn knobs
for the temperature. What she did next shocked me, as she pulls off the white t-shirt. She tosses the shirt over the stall door, hoping it lands
on the bench. Now I'd seen some movies where a girl under the age of twelve swims without a shirt on, but when Artie also removed the yellow
cotton underwear I sucked in my breath in amazement. I never thought that could happen, that a girl...not a little girl but one who is old
enough to have developed a sense of modesty, would strip down completely right in front of me. The yellow briefs follow the t-shirt over
the closed door of the stall, and Artie is without any method of covering up besides using her hands.
Artie doesn't cover up. Immediately she slips under the stream of water from the shower head. I watch, amazed and speechless. I never
shared a shower with anyone before. This girl I only met has my undivided attention, even though her chest is boy like, with no hint of breast mounds. Nothing special to write home about there, but for the first time I saw a girl this age completely naked. Her butt has no jiggle, the
legs firm, the tummy so small around. Artie is slender and fit, and she's a good runner too. But it's seeing what a girl has, or in this case, doesn't have down there where the legs come together that is the memorable part. No sign of hair at all, and that didn't surprise me since Artie is only
ten, but seeing a pussy slit on any girl is something new. Seeing water stream down her body, from her beautiful face, down her chest
and stomach and past the belly button down to...I wondered if water ever gets up in there in that opening to a girl's inner plumbing. The slit looked sealed, sort of, but how sealed is it really. All sorts of new thoughts flooded my poor brain.
Artie looks at me, and she moves partway out of the water falling onto her.
"Take off your swimsuit, Nolan. Aren't you as brave as those other boys?"
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Re: My New Neighbors_New November 19
These are scenes from the movie Dschungelkind, from 2011.
A German family goes to live among native people in the Amazon rain forest.
There is a girl of ten or eleven years old. Very pretty she is, and she is how I imagine Artie to be in this story.
https://ok.ru/video/254783064681
38:06 to 39:08
54:13 to 55:06
1:08:12 to 1:10:48
1:18:02 to 1:18:12
1:43:00 to 1:43:45
Many native boys and girls in natural level of undress.
This isn't posted as ENF scenes since there is no embarrassment by the girl, but for the story the setting of a state park won't be so
peaceful and tranquil for any girl or boy without clothes on.
A German family goes to live among native people in the Amazon rain forest.
There is a girl of ten or eleven years old. Very pretty she is, and she is how I imagine Artie to be in this story.
https://ok.ru/video/254783064681
38:06 to 39:08
54:13 to 55:06
1:08:12 to 1:10:48
1:18:02 to 1:18:12
1:43:00 to 1:43:45
Many native boys and girls in natural level of undress.
This isn't posted as ENF scenes since there is no embarrassment by the girl, but for the story the setting of a state park won't be so
peaceful and tranquil for any girl or boy without clothes on.
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Re: My New Neighbors_New November 19
My New Neighbors
Chapter 10. Showing All in the Shower Stall
My mind was not exactly thinking straight when Artie pulled me in with her into the shower stall. When she took her shirt off I couldn't believe
my good luck. Artie is way younger than I am, not having any real tits yet, but I'm not going to complain about seeing her go topless. But when
she also removed her yellow panties, tossing them out of the stall, that was way more than I could have expected. Artie is so cute and friendly
and braver than other girls. I couldn't keep my gawking eyes off of her.
When Artie asked me to take off my suit it snapped my mind back to reality.
"Aren't you gonna take your swimsuit off? Be brave like those other boys."
Those other boys were making plenty of noise in the other shower stall. I didn't even remember their names, but I could tell you what each of
them did that annoyed me like fart on each other's heads and talk constantly on "who cares" little boy crap.
I didn't want to be compared to them, "Those kids are seven and eight years old. They don't care if somebody sees them with their peckers
poking out. That's not bravery from dumb, silly kids."
Artie frowned at me. "You calling me dumb? Am I acting silly?"
"No, no...you are lovely. You aren't being silly." I was afraid I had offended her. Would she get angry? This is all so crazy and new to me. Why
are girls so unpredictable? I didn't know what to do.
"Who cares if I'm being silly. Take those off and be silly with me."
As appealing as her argument is, I'm still reluctant. I didn't want to get naked...I NEEDED to get naked! I needed to show myself off to her.
Artie wants to see my body, all of it, and I let her will be my command. It's like my hands took control, grabbing my suit, pulling out the string
to untie it. I watched Artie's face as she watched me. She smiled as the swimsuit began to slide down my hips. Her eyes got wide when it
slipped down past my dick, maybe being impressed with what she saw. As soon as I stepped out of my suit she grabbed it from my hands.
With a laugh she tossed it over the door to the stall. I heard my swimsuit flop down on the bench.
The two of us were looking each other all over, exploring every inch of exposed skin. I wished the lighting was brighter, as it's a little dark
inside the bathroom facility. I wanted to see everything in greater detail. Artie's eyes told me the same thing.
"Oooh...that's big."
I felt a big sense of relief. It was good to know Artie liked what she saw, and that she liked me. Thinking back on it, of course she was
impressed. She is ten and I'm nearly fourteen years old. Still, I don't know why I was so nervous.
"There's enough room for both of us under here," Artie said, indicating the space underneath the shower head.
I put my head under the water. Nice and warm it was, but it could have been stronger with more water pressure. Again, I watch Artie's face as
she looked at me, at the water running down my body. She seemed most interested in how the water collected onto and flowed off my penis.
One minute later, the water didn't flow off the head down there like it was peeing. Artie's eyes grew wide once more as she watched the
erection pop up before her. Her eyes were glued to it. My eyes were glued to Artie's face. Her mouth became wide, O shaped when my dick
rose up and reached full hardness. Artie's face beamed and eyes sparkled when she looked up.
"WOW" she spoke in a breathy whisper and that is all she said about it, like she didn't have the words in her brain to process what she saw
and felt.
I know how I felt. I wanted to put my hands on her. 'Should I touch her?' I wondered. We were supposed to be washing off the dirty muck from
the lakeshore but all that's going on is a lot of staring. Artie must have been thinking the same thing. She steps closer to put her head under
the flowing water. She begins to rub herself with her hands. Those hands rub all around her chest and stomach, all the while I was wishing those
were my hands. I started to do the same, rubbing myself with my hands.
The face of the eight year old boy peers under the stall wall. "I ran to the lady's bathroom. A nice old woman let me borrow her bodywash..."
the kid turned his head to shout to his buddy, "hey check it out. They both got nakie in there."
The seven year old peeked under the wall, and the two little punks started laughing. Without asking permission, both of them slipped under the wall. Two is company and four is way way more. The roomy shower stall suddenly became crowded.
"I grabbed a shampoo from a girl next door," the seven year old proudly exclaims, and he hold up a bottle of Alberto vo5.
"You guys ran to the other bathroom like that?" I asked them.
"Yeah...some girls laughed at us, but we got this stuff to wash off," the eight year old declares.
"Yep, there are a bunch of girls in the other bathroom. What is up with this guy's weenie?" The younger boy stares at my dick like he'd never
seen anything like that before...and probably he never had.
"It's called a boner," Artie tells them, and suddenly she's comfortable talking about my body like I'm a work of art and she's there to display
it for the public. She touches a finger to the tip of my dick, and she pushes it down to where it won't go any further. Letting go it springs back
up to smack my tummy with a THWACK. Both little boys laugh hysterically like even younger kids laugh at a Jack-in-the-Box toy. "Big boys
get them when they are tickled. Everybody tickle Nolan."
I had no chance to stop it. I was beset on all sides by six pairs of hands. Four little hands from two boys and two slightly larger hands from
Artie. I couldn't fend off the offending hands as they tickled my sides and tummy, and Artie focused her efforts on the big stick and sack of balls.
To make it even better, Artie grabbed the bottle of bodywash. After pouring a generous amount into her hand, she returned the hand with a
vengeance to my crotch. The two boys took the hint, and they too soaped up their hands with either the bodywash or the shampoo, and they
also took to rubbing on everything they could reach. Both boys even took hold of my dick. I yelled at them to not touch me there but they
ignored it. They were laughing and washing and so was the girl with us, and all I could do was laugh and go along with it.
Eventually, the wash game turned on Artie. The two boys took more bodywash and shampoo and they started on the girl. This was the excuse
I needed. If it's group effort then it should be okay for me to touch Artie. She stood there as we went to work. I quickly ran my hands over
her chest but points south were of greater interest. I put some suds into my right hand, and with this hand I copped a feel of her between
the legs. Artie giggled, but she stood still and let me rub back and forth down there. I couldn't see anything at all now through the suds
and bubbles, but my fingers could find the cleft in her skin. When the younger boy stuck his fingers into the crack of her bottom, Artie
laughed like a carefree hyena.
We had to wash our hair of course, so ample squeezes of shampoo went onto everybody's heads. I noticed the white foam covering the floor.
The suds couldn't go down the drain fast enough, not when four kids are lathering up continuously and rubbing hands all over each other.
I have no idea how long the group washing went on, but the bottles of bodywash and shampoo were both emptied. It was crazier than a car
wash that couldn't turn off.
All of us were probably the cleanest we've been in our lives. There isn't anything more in the bottles, but Artie grabbed my dick again. She
rubbed me for another round. This time the two boys stopped to watch Artie's hand sliding up and down the shaft.
"Why are you doing that?" the eight year old asks. "Is that how to tickle him?"
The younger boy started to tug on his penis, as if he could make it grow larger.
"Pull on mine, okay," the eight year old pleads, and Artie obliges by putting a hand over the kid's dick and balls. She does double duty on one
little weenie and one much bigger one. "How does that thing get so big?" he asks, having his first case of penis envy.
"You guys are in BIG trouble!"
It was the voice of Barbara, shouting at us from inside the MEN'S bathroom. "All of you come out here now!"
All four of us froze. For a moment we could only look at each other and the mountain of suds around our legs. I went to the door of the stall.
Opening it up, I peered out toward the entrance to the bathroom. Barbara stood a few feet away, and in her hands are all the clothing items
we had placed on the bench. The two pairs of underwear of the two little boys, the t-shirt and yellow panties from Artie, and the swimsuit
I had taken off...all of these are in her hands. Right behind Barbara stood a group of teenage girls and a couple men. And next to Barbara is
an older woman. Why all these people are in the MEN'S bathroom I have no idea.
Barbara shouts again, "Get out of that shower. Turn the damn water off and get your asses over here."
Chapter 10. Showing All in the Shower Stall
My mind was not exactly thinking straight when Artie pulled me in with her into the shower stall. When she took her shirt off I couldn't believe
my good luck. Artie is way younger than I am, not having any real tits yet, but I'm not going to complain about seeing her go topless. But when
she also removed her yellow panties, tossing them out of the stall, that was way more than I could have expected. Artie is so cute and friendly
and braver than other girls. I couldn't keep my gawking eyes off of her.
When Artie asked me to take off my suit it snapped my mind back to reality.
"Aren't you gonna take your swimsuit off? Be brave like those other boys."
Those other boys were making plenty of noise in the other shower stall. I didn't even remember their names, but I could tell you what each of
them did that annoyed me like fart on each other's heads and talk constantly on "who cares" little boy crap.
I didn't want to be compared to them, "Those kids are seven and eight years old. They don't care if somebody sees them with their peckers
poking out. That's not bravery from dumb, silly kids."
Artie frowned at me. "You calling me dumb? Am I acting silly?"
"No, no...you are lovely. You aren't being silly." I was afraid I had offended her. Would she get angry? This is all so crazy and new to me. Why
are girls so unpredictable? I didn't know what to do.
"Who cares if I'm being silly. Take those off and be silly with me."
As appealing as her argument is, I'm still reluctant. I didn't want to get naked...I NEEDED to get naked! I needed to show myself off to her.
Artie wants to see my body, all of it, and I let her will be my command. It's like my hands took control, grabbing my suit, pulling out the string
to untie it. I watched Artie's face as she watched me. She smiled as the swimsuit began to slide down my hips. Her eyes got wide when it
slipped down past my dick, maybe being impressed with what she saw. As soon as I stepped out of my suit she grabbed it from my hands.
With a laugh she tossed it over the door to the stall. I heard my swimsuit flop down on the bench.
The two of us were looking each other all over, exploring every inch of exposed skin. I wished the lighting was brighter, as it's a little dark
inside the bathroom facility. I wanted to see everything in greater detail. Artie's eyes told me the same thing.
"Oooh...that's big."
I felt a big sense of relief. It was good to know Artie liked what she saw, and that she liked me. Thinking back on it, of course she was
impressed. She is ten and I'm nearly fourteen years old. Still, I don't know why I was so nervous.
"There's enough room for both of us under here," Artie said, indicating the space underneath the shower head.
I put my head under the water. Nice and warm it was, but it could have been stronger with more water pressure. Again, I watch Artie's face as
she looked at me, at the water running down my body. She seemed most interested in how the water collected onto and flowed off my penis.
One minute later, the water didn't flow off the head down there like it was peeing. Artie's eyes grew wide once more as she watched the
erection pop up before her. Her eyes were glued to it. My eyes were glued to Artie's face. Her mouth became wide, O shaped when my dick
rose up and reached full hardness. Artie's face beamed and eyes sparkled when she looked up.
"WOW" she spoke in a breathy whisper and that is all she said about it, like she didn't have the words in her brain to process what she saw
and felt.
I know how I felt. I wanted to put my hands on her. 'Should I touch her?' I wondered. We were supposed to be washing off the dirty muck from
the lakeshore but all that's going on is a lot of staring. Artie must have been thinking the same thing. She steps closer to put her head under
the flowing water. She begins to rub herself with her hands. Those hands rub all around her chest and stomach, all the while I was wishing those
were my hands. I started to do the same, rubbing myself with my hands.
The face of the eight year old boy peers under the stall wall. "I ran to the lady's bathroom. A nice old woman let me borrow her bodywash..."
the kid turned his head to shout to his buddy, "hey check it out. They both got nakie in there."
The seven year old peeked under the wall, and the two little punks started laughing. Without asking permission, both of them slipped under the wall. Two is company and four is way way more. The roomy shower stall suddenly became crowded.
"I grabbed a shampoo from a girl next door," the seven year old proudly exclaims, and he hold up a bottle of Alberto vo5.
"You guys ran to the other bathroom like that?" I asked them.
"Yeah...some girls laughed at us, but we got this stuff to wash off," the eight year old declares.
"Yep, there are a bunch of girls in the other bathroom. What is up with this guy's weenie?" The younger boy stares at my dick like he'd never
seen anything like that before...and probably he never had.
"It's called a boner," Artie tells them, and suddenly she's comfortable talking about my body like I'm a work of art and she's there to display
it for the public. She touches a finger to the tip of my dick, and she pushes it down to where it won't go any further. Letting go it springs back
up to smack my tummy with a THWACK. Both little boys laugh hysterically like even younger kids laugh at a Jack-in-the-Box toy. "Big boys
get them when they are tickled. Everybody tickle Nolan."
I had no chance to stop it. I was beset on all sides by six pairs of hands. Four little hands from two boys and two slightly larger hands from
Artie. I couldn't fend off the offending hands as they tickled my sides and tummy, and Artie focused her efforts on the big stick and sack of balls.
To make it even better, Artie grabbed the bottle of bodywash. After pouring a generous amount into her hand, she returned the hand with a
vengeance to my crotch. The two boys took the hint, and they too soaped up their hands with either the bodywash or the shampoo, and they
also took to rubbing on everything they could reach. Both boys even took hold of my dick. I yelled at them to not touch me there but they
ignored it. They were laughing and washing and so was the girl with us, and all I could do was laugh and go along with it.
Eventually, the wash game turned on Artie. The two boys took more bodywash and shampoo and they started on the girl. This was the excuse
I needed. If it's group effort then it should be okay for me to touch Artie. She stood there as we went to work. I quickly ran my hands over
her chest but points south were of greater interest. I put some suds into my right hand, and with this hand I copped a feel of her between
the legs. Artie giggled, but she stood still and let me rub back and forth down there. I couldn't see anything at all now through the suds
and bubbles, but my fingers could find the cleft in her skin. When the younger boy stuck his fingers into the crack of her bottom, Artie
laughed like a carefree hyena.
We had to wash our hair of course, so ample squeezes of shampoo went onto everybody's heads. I noticed the white foam covering the floor.
The suds couldn't go down the drain fast enough, not when four kids are lathering up continuously and rubbing hands all over each other.
I have no idea how long the group washing went on, but the bottles of bodywash and shampoo were both emptied. It was crazier than a car
wash that couldn't turn off.
All of us were probably the cleanest we've been in our lives. There isn't anything more in the bottles, but Artie grabbed my dick again. She
rubbed me for another round. This time the two boys stopped to watch Artie's hand sliding up and down the shaft.
"Why are you doing that?" the eight year old asks. "Is that how to tickle him?"
The younger boy started to tug on his penis, as if he could make it grow larger.
"Pull on mine, okay," the eight year old pleads, and Artie obliges by putting a hand over the kid's dick and balls. She does double duty on one
little weenie and one much bigger one. "How does that thing get so big?" he asks, having his first case of penis envy.
"You guys are in BIG trouble!"
It was the voice of Barbara, shouting at us from inside the MEN'S bathroom. "All of you come out here now!"
All four of us froze. For a moment we could only look at each other and the mountain of suds around our legs. I went to the door of the stall.
Opening it up, I peered out toward the entrance to the bathroom. Barbara stood a few feet away, and in her hands are all the clothing items
we had placed on the bench. The two pairs of underwear of the two little boys, the t-shirt and yellow panties from Artie, and the swimsuit
I had taken off...all of these are in her hands. Right behind Barbara stood a group of teenage girls and a couple men. And next to Barbara is
an older woman. Why all these people are in the MEN'S bathroom I have no idea.
Barbara shouts again, "Get out of that shower. Turn the damn water off and get your asses over here."
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Really exciting chapter, I can only imagine Nolan is going to be in for a world of trouble when he comes out naked with that rigid boner.
I wonder what will be made of it? Nolan is clearly being a bit too much of an exhibitionist, will they reign him in or take away his ability to choose when he is naked? I can't wait.
I wonder what will be made of it? Nolan is clearly being a bit too much of an exhibitionist, will they reign him in or take away his ability to choose when he is naked? I can't wait.
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Chapter 11. Bare Penis and Pussy Parade
I couldn't figure out what the big deal was, why was Barbara yelling at us and ordering us to step out of the shower stall. We were only getting
clean, and having some fun while doing do.
"Turn the damn water off and get your asses over here."
The directive didn't leave much room for options. When Artie stuck her head beyond the frame of the door, Barbara pointed at the girl and
then pointed to the spot on the floor right in front of Barbara's feet. Again, not much room for misinterpreting what the babysitter wants done
at that moment.
"I guess we better get out of here," Artie says, and immediately the two younger boys slipped past.
Being the young and dumb and silly kids they were, both little boys had no problem sauntering out naked in front of the seven or eight
total people standing just inside the entrance to the MEN'S bathroom. They would have known they were in trouble for something, but neither
was afraid of being seen naked by strangers.
For Artie and I, being seen naked was punishment in itself. Neither of us were eager to step beyond the confinement of the stall and
the concealment of the walls. The two tall, strange men are rough looking dudes with long hair and graying beards. Those guys are probably
the main reason Artie is hesitant to step out into the open. For me it was being seen by Barbara and four or five other teenage girls, and the
boner is the number one reason I don't want to be seen by them.
"This is your last chance. In five seconds I'm coming in there to get you."
The words sounded more than threatening, sounded like a promise and Barbara was sure to deliver. I went to the back of the stall and turned
off the water. Then stepping out, Artie in front of me, we moved the several steps to stand next to the other young naked boys. I could
hear the teen girls laughing, rapidly saying things to each other or directing comments toward the small pack of nude bathers in the bathroom
but I did my best not to listen to the exact words. What is being said is a messy jumble of words to my ears and I try to tune it out.
I did pick up on the sound of Artie whimpering next to me, and I sort of wanted to comfort her, but that would mean taking one of my hands
from covering my crotch. My hands were just barely able to conceal things down there, being so hard and stiff when we were so rudely
interrupted.
Another person in the group in the bathroom didn't belong there, and that was an older woman of maybe sixty years old. This lady takes
several steps forward, and she keeps on walking all the way to the shower stall. She bends over, and she picks up the bottle of bodywash
lying at the edge of a pile of suds. Artie was the one to read the label, almond creme and hibiscus she said and the stuff did smell amazing.
While I was assisting in lathering her up, I was wanting to put my nose right down onto Artie's skin like onto her neck or shoulder, though I was tempted to press my face right onto her chest.
"They used up my entire bottle of bodywash," the woman turns toward us. "Somebody is going to pay for this. I paid 12.99 at Walmart for
this bottle."
I had a hard time wondering why anyone would be so upset over a cheap bottle of the stuff, but of course I never have to pay for family
type stuff at the store. Barbara is nodding her head in sympathy as she says, "I know, I know. Tell me what campsite you are at. I'll find a way
for them to make it up to you...reimbursement or something."
That side issue taken care of, Barbara ordered us to step out of the bathroom facility. This is worse than getting out of the stall. We'll all be
outside and who knows how many other people are out there. When only the two little ones move, Barbara grabs me and Artie by the arm.
We get dragged out into the great wide open under the clear blue skies.
Once outside the wooden structure of the bathroom, Barbara once again redirects traffic. She has us line up in single file. The eight year old
is first in line, followed by Artie. I am put into third place, and the little seven year old is last. I don't understand what this is all about, and
then it got worse. Barbara went to the boy in front, and she places his underwear on top of the boy's head. The waistband is opened wide,
the underwear briefs slipped over the forehead. The kid's underwear is now a hat. Artie's yellow panties are placed on her head, and at a slant
angle the undies look comically like a French beret. I'm next, and my swimsuit is plunked onto my head, fluffed up as much as possible to
stick up. I could feel how stupid I must look, having what must appear like a court jester's hat on my head...or a clown hat. Lastly the briefs
of the youngest boy are placed on that kid's head.
"Now you are going to hold hands," Barbara orders us. "Artie, take hands with those in front and behind you. Nolan, take the hand of the
boy behind you."
OH SHIT...I'd been keeping hands clasped over my dick and balls since I stepped out of the shower stall. Hold hands with Artie and the boy
behind me? This will force all of us to uncover completely, and there is a crowd of people here laughing at us.
"Hold hands and we'll be walking to our campsite. Grab Artie's hand now young man."
Artie reached her hand back. Without looking back, she waved her hand back and forth. Reluctantly and with shame I took her hand. Then I
reached back to take the little guy's hand behind me, and all of me can be seen, front and back, butt and balls, half-hard dick sticking out.
For a moment we stood there, unmoving as I could now hear individual voices clamoring over how funny all of this is. Grown men are mostly
silent, grinning at us and most likely gawking at the naked ten year old who is the only girl of the group. Several teen girls I could distinctly
hear their comments, and being the only big boy of the bunch these were all directed at me.
"I thought he was younger...look at that thing."
"We need a nude beach on this lake. We could see more boys like him."
"Ha ha, that kid has a hardon."
I had lost half the erection since I stepped out of the shower stall. For a couple minutes my hands clamped on down there, and it was starting
to go down. However, since being forced to hold hands and uncover, I could feel it wanting to spring back up. I was terrified at being
seen this way. But something way down deep inside me found this exciting, and my erection returned with a vengeance. Didn't take long to
go from half to all the way stiff and pointing up, and the girls were immediately pointing at it. Younger girls gathered around and were in
awe. A couple older boys whistled, but at me or at Artie?
"Okay, get moving you guys. Back to camp we go. If the leader doesn't know the way you direct him, Artie."
Barbara brought up the rear as the four person penis and pussy parade started off. The grown men and older women stayed at the bathroom
facility. The kids and teenage onlookers eagerly followed along on both sides of the dirt road. They weren't about to miss any of this show,
and how could I blame them. I'd be doing the same if I were in their shoes.
Some of the onlookers have to step off the road as a pickup truck pulls up. The marking on the side doors says PARK RANGER. This guy in his
thirties pulls up along side us, and this gets the procession to stop. Peering out the driver side window, the ranger looks us over.
"What do we have here?" the ranger wants to know. "This ain't no nudie rodeo."
Barbara steps up the speak to the ranger. She calmly, though quickly describes the scene at the showers.
"The two young kids aren't the issue ma'am," the ranger says. Then pointing toward me, "Boys that age popping boners...well, that is downright
a violation of several park rules. I can give out two citations worth one hundred and fifty dollars in fines. That girl being topless is no big
deal, but she's showing her bottoms."
Barbara negotiates, "Please officer, can't you let it slide. These kids are being punished for bad behavior. Why make their parents pay a fine for something they don't know anything about. Their parents are all out on the lake fishing. I'll be in big ass trouble if you take them in."
That Barbara can be a super duper bitch, but she knows how to turn on the charm and use her sixteen year old country girl looks to best
advantage. The ranger stopped staring at me and Artie, and his eyes never wavered from Barbara's tight fitting top as our fearless babysitter
makes her case. Some of it I couldn't hear, as the teenager leans her head almost into the open window to discuss whatever finer points she
was making.
The ranger seemed satisfied, and he pokes his head out the window again. "You kids mind this girl now. She's responsible for you all and don't
make no more trouble. I'll be back later to check on you guys." The ranger takes his hat off, "Sorry to disturb you ma'am. Have a wonderful
afternoon." The ranger drives off down the road, but not for long as he slams on the breaks. Sticking his head out, the ranger addresses the
assembled mass of youngsters and teens. "You kids stay out of their campsite if not invited in. Respect each other's privacy."
The ranger drives off, and the naked parade resumes its march to campsite number 32. The walk takes three or four minutes. It was the lonest
walk of my life. It reminded me of some old movies where a guy on death row has to walk from his cell to the electric chair. This isn't death
by electrocution, but it felt similar to a death sentence, the death of my innocence and modesty. I couldn't claim innocence as my boner
remained pointing up the entire time.
When we reached the area of our campground, the crowd of camp kids remained on the main road. This is a group site designated for multiple
tents with a main campfire site and barbecue grill, along with a covered pavilion and table that seated eight people easily. The boundaries
of this premier camping site are well defined, and the gawking onlookers know where they have to stop or they will be in violation of what
the ranger told them.
Barbara tells the two little boys to find their clothes and get dressed. The shorts and shirts were piled up on the picnic table. She tells Artie
how disappointed she is in the ten year old girl. "I thought you had better sense than that," the older teen lectures the younger girl. "Find your
clothes and get dressed."
As for me, I was not allowed to get dressed. When I complained I was told that since I was the oldest of the four kids at the bathroom
I'm the one responsible for everyone's actions. My punishment was not ended.
"I'm taking you over to campsite number 12. That is in the RV section of the park, you know, where they can hook up to the water and
electricity. You guys pissed off poor Mrs. Singleton. That is the lady who had the expensive bodywash that got wasted. Since Nolan was in
charge when I left you guys to take showers, I'll be taking him to apologize directly to her. If you have the money you can pay her back. If you
don't, be prepared to work off your debt."
"But I didn't ask that old lady about borrowing her bloody bodywash," I said, thinking it was a good legal argument.
Barbara's eyes got dark and angry, "I didn't ask for your opinion. Shut up or I'll spank you."
Chapter 11. Bare Penis and Pussy Parade
I couldn't figure out what the big deal was, why was Barbara yelling at us and ordering us to step out of the shower stall. We were only getting
clean, and having some fun while doing do.
"Turn the damn water off and get your asses over here."
The directive didn't leave much room for options. When Artie stuck her head beyond the frame of the door, Barbara pointed at the girl and
then pointed to the spot on the floor right in front of Barbara's feet. Again, not much room for misinterpreting what the babysitter wants done
at that moment.
"I guess we better get out of here," Artie says, and immediately the two younger boys slipped past.
Being the young and dumb and silly kids they were, both little boys had no problem sauntering out naked in front of the seven or eight
total people standing just inside the entrance to the MEN'S bathroom. They would have known they were in trouble for something, but neither
was afraid of being seen naked by strangers.
For Artie and I, being seen naked was punishment in itself. Neither of us were eager to step beyond the confinement of the stall and
the concealment of the walls. The two tall, strange men are rough looking dudes with long hair and graying beards. Those guys are probably
the main reason Artie is hesitant to step out into the open. For me it was being seen by Barbara and four or five other teenage girls, and the
boner is the number one reason I don't want to be seen by them.
"This is your last chance. In five seconds I'm coming in there to get you."
The words sounded more than threatening, sounded like a promise and Barbara was sure to deliver. I went to the back of the stall and turned
off the water. Then stepping out, Artie in front of me, we moved the several steps to stand next to the other young naked boys. I could
hear the teen girls laughing, rapidly saying things to each other or directing comments toward the small pack of nude bathers in the bathroom
but I did my best not to listen to the exact words. What is being said is a messy jumble of words to my ears and I try to tune it out.
I did pick up on the sound of Artie whimpering next to me, and I sort of wanted to comfort her, but that would mean taking one of my hands
from covering my crotch. My hands were just barely able to conceal things down there, being so hard and stiff when we were so rudely
interrupted.
Another person in the group in the bathroom didn't belong there, and that was an older woman of maybe sixty years old. This lady takes
several steps forward, and she keeps on walking all the way to the shower stall. She bends over, and she picks up the bottle of bodywash
lying at the edge of a pile of suds. Artie was the one to read the label, almond creme and hibiscus she said and the stuff did smell amazing.
While I was assisting in lathering her up, I was wanting to put my nose right down onto Artie's skin like onto her neck or shoulder, though I was tempted to press my face right onto her chest.
"They used up my entire bottle of bodywash," the woman turns toward us. "Somebody is going to pay for this. I paid 12.99 at Walmart for
this bottle."
I had a hard time wondering why anyone would be so upset over a cheap bottle of the stuff, but of course I never have to pay for family
type stuff at the store. Barbara is nodding her head in sympathy as she says, "I know, I know. Tell me what campsite you are at. I'll find a way
for them to make it up to you...reimbursement or something."
That side issue taken care of, Barbara ordered us to step out of the bathroom facility. This is worse than getting out of the stall. We'll all be
outside and who knows how many other people are out there. When only the two little ones move, Barbara grabs me and Artie by the arm.
We get dragged out into the great wide open under the clear blue skies.
Once outside the wooden structure of the bathroom, Barbara once again redirects traffic. She has us line up in single file. The eight year old
is first in line, followed by Artie. I am put into third place, and the little seven year old is last. I don't understand what this is all about, and
then it got worse. Barbara went to the boy in front, and she places his underwear on top of the boy's head. The waistband is opened wide,
the underwear briefs slipped over the forehead. The kid's underwear is now a hat. Artie's yellow panties are placed on her head, and at a slant
angle the undies look comically like a French beret. I'm next, and my swimsuit is plunked onto my head, fluffed up as much as possible to
stick up. I could feel how stupid I must look, having what must appear like a court jester's hat on my head...or a clown hat. Lastly the briefs
of the youngest boy are placed on that kid's head.
"Now you are going to hold hands," Barbara orders us. "Artie, take hands with those in front and behind you. Nolan, take the hand of the
boy behind you."
OH SHIT...I'd been keeping hands clasped over my dick and balls since I stepped out of the shower stall. Hold hands with Artie and the boy
behind me? This will force all of us to uncover completely, and there is a crowd of people here laughing at us.
"Hold hands and we'll be walking to our campsite. Grab Artie's hand now young man."
Artie reached her hand back. Without looking back, she waved her hand back and forth. Reluctantly and with shame I took her hand. Then I
reached back to take the little guy's hand behind me, and all of me can be seen, front and back, butt and balls, half-hard dick sticking out.
For a moment we stood there, unmoving as I could now hear individual voices clamoring over how funny all of this is. Grown men are mostly
silent, grinning at us and most likely gawking at the naked ten year old who is the only girl of the group. Several teen girls I could distinctly
hear their comments, and being the only big boy of the bunch these were all directed at me.
"I thought he was younger...look at that thing."
"We need a nude beach on this lake. We could see more boys like him."
"Ha ha, that kid has a hardon."
I had lost half the erection since I stepped out of the shower stall. For a couple minutes my hands clamped on down there, and it was starting
to go down. However, since being forced to hold hands and uncover, I could feel it wanting to spring back up. I was terrified at being
seen this way. But something way down deep inside me found this exciting, and my erection returned with a vengeance. Didn't take long to
go from half to all the way stiff and pointing up, and the girls were immediately pointing at it. Younger girls gathered around and were in
awe. A couple older boys whistled, but at me or at Artie?
"Okay, get moving you guys. Back to camp we go. If the leader doesn't know the way you direct him, Artie."
Barbara brought up the rear as the four person penis and pussy parade started off. The grown men and older women stayed at the bathroom
facility. The kids and teenage onlookers eagerly followed along on both sides of the dirt road. They weren't about to miss any of this show,
and how could I blame them. I'd be doing the same if I were in their shoes.
Some of the onlookers have to step off the road as a pickup truck pulls up. The marking on the side doors says PARK RANGER. This guy in his
thirties pulls up along side us, and this gets the procession to stop. Peering out the driver side window, the ranger looks us over.
"What do we have here?" the ranger wants to know. "This ain't no nudie rodeo."
Barbara steps up the speak to the ranger. She calmly, though quickly describes the scene at the showers.
"The two young kids aren't the issue ma'am," the ranger says. Then pointing toward me, "Boys that age popping boners...well, that is downright
a violation of several park rules. I can give out two citations worth one hundred and fifty dollars in fines. That girl being topless is no big
deal, but she's showing her bottoms."
Barbara negotiates, "Please officer, can't you let it slide. These kids are being punished for bad behavior. Why make their parents pay a fine for something they don't know anything about. Their parents are all out on the lake fishing. I'll be in big ass trouble if you take them in."
That Barbara can be a super duper bitch, but she knows how to turn on the charm and use her sixteen year old country girl looks to best
advantage. The ranger stopped staring at me and Artie, and his eyes never wavered from Barbara's tight fitting top as our fearless babysitter
makes her case. Some of it I couldn't hear, as the teenager leans her head almost into the open window to discuss whatever finer points she
was making.
The ranger seemed satisfied, and he pokes his head out the window again. "You kids mind this girl now. She's responsible for you all and don't
make no more trouble. I'll be back later to check on you guys." The ranger takes his hat off, "Sorry to disturb you ma'am. Have a wonderful
afternoon." The ranger drives off down the road, but not for long as he slams on the breaks. Sticking his head out, the ranger addresses the
assembled mass of youngsters and teens. "You kids stay out of their campsite if not invited in. Respect each other's privacy."
The ranger drives off, and the naked parade resumes its march to campsite number 32. The walk takes three or four minutes. It was the lonest
walk of my life. It reminded me of some old movies where a guy on death row has to walk from his cell to the electric chair. This isn't death
by electrocution, but it felt similar to a death sentence, the death of my innocence and modesty. I couldn't claim innocence as my boner
remained pointing up the entire time.
When we reached the area of our campground, the crowd of camp kids remained on the main road. This is a group site designated for multiple
tents with a main campfire site and barbecue grill, along with a covered pavilion and table that seated eight people easily. The boundaries
of this premier camping site are well defined, and the gawking onlookers know where they have to stop or they will be in violation of what
the ranger told them.
Barbara tells the two little boys to find their clothes and get dressed. The shorts and shirts were piled up on the picnic table. She tells Artie
how disappointed she is in the ten year old girl. "I thought you had better sense than that," the older teen lectures the younger girl. "Find your
clothes and get dressed."
As for me, I was not allowed to get dressed. When I complained I was told that since I was the oldest of the four kids at the bathroom
I'm the one responsible for everyone's actions. My punishment was not ended.
"I'm taking you over to campsite number 12. That is in the RV section of the park, you know, where they can hook up to the water and
electricity. You guys pissed off poor Mrs. Singleton. That is the lady who had the expensive bodywash that got wasted. Since Nolan was in
charge when I left you guys to take showers, I'll be taking him to apologize directly to her. If you have the money you can pay her back. If you
don't, be prepared to work off your debt."
"But I didn't ask that old lady about borrowing her bloody bodywash," I said, thinking it was a good legal argument.
Barbara's eyes got dark and angry, "I didn't ask for your opinion. Shut up or I'll spank you."
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Re: My New Neighbors_New November 22
I have to be honest, and probably in the minority, because no one else seems to feel the same. almost didn't post this because it is a bit negative, but i think constructive, but maybe i really am the only one that feels this way. in which case, you can ignore it and roll your eyes at me hehe.
while the last few chapters are really good... i don't really like them as part of this story.
It kind of feels like we're done with the original, and moved on.
It also kind of takes away from the first part. The first part has us thinking Nolan being potentially seen naked by a girl, would be embarrassing and humiliating for him... with the eventual reveal really being a big moment for him, and it would have been fun to see how he handles it.
With these 3 new chapters (i think it is 3) we now see that he's not only been seen by a girl, but a lot, and even fooled around with a girl, maybe more.
Idk, it feels like the new chapters should have just been another story as they are really well written, not part of this story that interrupts the actual story you were telling, and for me at least, takes away from it.
while the last few chapters are really good... i don't really like them as part of this story.
It kind of feels like we're done with the original, and moved on.
It also kind of takes away from the first part. The first part has us thinking Nolan being potentially seen naked by a girl, would be embarrassing and humiliating for him... with the eventual reveal really being a big moment for him, and it would have been fun to see how he handles it.
With these 3 new chapters (i think it is 3) we now see that he's not only been seen by a girl, but a lot, and even fooled around with a girl, maybe more.
Idk, it feels like the new chapters should have just been another story as they are really well written, not part of this story that interrupts the actual story you were telling, and for me at least, takes away from it.
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Re: My New Neighbors_New November 22
I get where you are coming from, Summers.Summers wrote: Sat Nov 22, 2025 3:49 pm
Idk, it feels like the new chapters should have just been another story as they are really well written, not part of this story that interrupts the actual story you were telling, and for me at least, takes away from it.
Flashback or back story chapters work best when it can be done in a single chapter. One and done and get back to the main storyline, I
agree that is most effective.
The back story of the fishing trip, where Nolan meets Artie, is to show Nolan has a history of being overly excited whenever he is naked
around others. Where other boys would find their penis shriveling up in shame at being seen naked outdoors, Nolan can't make his stay down.
Nolan isn't so brave as to brazenly take his clothes off in places and situations that are inappropriate, but once he is in such a situation,
he tends to like it more than dislike the attention.
I was already planning on returning to the swimming pool in Mandy and Randy's backyard. This would split any further use of the camping
trip with Artie and Barbara into a separate section. My stories sometimes turn out to be like a two hour movie, where the main character
recalls several past incidents...while getting involved in a current increasingly bad situation.
Edit: In the backstory, Nolan reacts with a ten year old, a girl much younger than he is. In the main storyline, Mandy is younger than Nolan,
but at thirteen she has a certain sexual allure that can't be attained by a ten year old. Some things are the same, but some thoughts and
emotions going through Nolan's mind will be completely different.
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Re: My New Neighbors_New November 22
My New Neighbors
Chapter 12. Quiet...She's Almost on Top of Me
With Mandy approaching slowly, step by step, feet dwindling down to inches as one of the prettiest young girls I ever saw is about to discover
me in the game of silent stalking in the pool, I could only clench my teeth and hold my breath. The blind girl somehow is moving straight
for me. It's like she has radar, or bat hearing or something. I'm in the shallowest part of the pool, my heels bumped up next to the steps and
there is nowhere to go.
The thing that nearly makes me laugh is how quickly my penis popped up. It happened when Mandy got to around three or four feet from
me. As the girl moved closer, my dick moved up to full erection. With it sticking out stiff as a pointer stick, it will be what Mandy's head
bumps into. Remaining frozen like a statue, all I can do is hope something makes her change direction. I don't mind her finding me. It's part
of this game, but she doesn't know I'm swimming naked in the pool and she won't be expecting to run face first into a hard penis.
I curse my uncontrollable crotch rocket. Why is it always popping up as soon as I'm close to that girl. I guess I know the answer to that...
that is what always happens. A quick mental image flashed through my mind when I noticed my dick getting hard, a replay of what happened
a year and a half ago when I was on a fishing and camping trip with relatives. When I got naked in a shower stall with a young girl named
Artie I got a hard penis, and she had a party with it. Later I had to walk naked in front of a crowd and my dick would not go down. It happened
another time during that camping weekend. Every time I'm naked with witnesses gawking at me I can't control myself. It thrills and excites
me, even when I would do just about anything not to have a throbbing hardon on display. What happened at the State Park when I was still
thirteen must have triggered something in my mind. My brain must have gotten re-wired or something, previously untapped parts of my
unconscious personality set free, some desire to be looked upon. I couldn't understand it.
I hated being seen naked by strangers. Yet somehow it made me feel more alive than anything else ever did. After that camping trip I kept
myself under control, kept myself out of inappropriate situations. I kept my dick in my pants! I let pass some opportunities to let someone see
me undressing, and another time I nearly let a cousin catch me wizzing on the bushes in her backyard. For over a year nobody but the guys
at school saw me in the shower, or changing in the locker room, or having a tent in my boxers during a sleepover. I even considered letting
the guy friends on the sleepover catch me sleeping with an erection poking through the pee slit of the boxers...I was that desperate.
I had gone so long without letting the exhibitionist kink run free. When I saw the girl in the deckchair by the swimming pool this morning I
saw a chance to make a friend. When I realized the girl can't see, I took advantage of the opportunity, taking my clothes off and prancing
about all around her. I know I'm not being seen by her, but the closeness of her gave me thrills, and the possibility she might bump into
something long and hard gives me chills, shivers running up and down my spine. I can't help myself.
A ripple of water disturbs the calmness of the pool along with the sound of a small splash. It comes from the other side of the pool. Randy is against the wall there, and he can see what a predicament I'm in. Another step or two more and his sister's forehead will bump up against the throbbing boner right before her.
Mandy shifts off to her left as she backs up a step. Taking advantage of the distraction, I turn around to move up the steps. If I move to the
top step my feet and ankles will still be in the water. Technically I would still be in the pool, just in a place where it's unlikely I could be
caught. It sort of feels like cheating, but I'm still going to be in the pool.
As soon as I got turned around, Mandy suddenly changes her course of action. She wasn't completely fooled by her brother's splashes and
movement. She came right back with a lunge. Mandy's arms wrapped around me right across the stomach. He face smacked right up
against my back. I could feel the plastic of the sunglasses pressing into my skin. If she slid down her face would meet up with butt crack. If
her arms moved down they would make contact with a big boy's meat stick.
"Ha ha, I got somebody," Mandy gleefully yells out.
Instinctively I duck down. Moving my body downward is better than trying to pull out upward. "Yep, you got me," I admitted.
Mandy is laughing and I'm locked in her embrace. I manage to turn myself around, though staying crouched down in the water. Mandy is
close enough to kiss as her arms remain draped around my torso, and I notice her teeth are perfectly straight so she may have recently
had braces. The embrace with this girl is another level of excitement. Mandy is touching me! It's only my back and shoulders, but it's still
physical contact with a hot girl in the early stages of becoming a teenage tramp. Does wearing such a small bikini make a girl a tramp?
It sure makes her a cock tease.
Randy comes over, and he hugs me from the backside. The three of us have become a human sandwich and I'm the meat and cheese between
twin body buns. Something brushed across my boner. I think it was a hand. Was it Mandy accidentally touching my dick. Since she knows her brother is naked she might assume she touched Randy. Eventually our little cluster of naked or barely clad bodies pulls apart.
"Mandy found her man," Randy says. "What do you want to do now, sis?"
Mandy feels around with her feet till she finds the stairs. She climbs out to stand on the deck.
"I want to sit in the sun again. As soon as I'm dry let's take Nolan inside to show him our room."
"Go inside the house? You sure about that?" Randy questions.
"Our room?" I said, very interested. "You guys sleep in the same bedroom?"
I had plenty of questions at that point. My clothes are somewhere inside that house, and it does get me one step closer to them.
If Randy and Mandy want to take me on a tour of their house...I don't have much choice but to tag along. I follow Randy up the steps of the
pool. Randy takes his sister's arm, and he guides her back to the deckchair, where she sits down to enjoy the sun once more.
Going on a house tour is intriguing, but first we all have to get dry, and there aren't any towels. Randy isn't using his discarded shirt or shorts to
dry off with, so all he and I can do is hang out, literally cocks hanging out, until we drip dry. I was stiff as a shot of whiskey when I exited the
swimming pool. Once again, I'm standing out on the deck displaying a hard dick. Randy looks at me with a grin, and I can tell he's holding back
a laugh. Mandy glances my way. She knows where we are standing from the sounds we make.
"You know what is a weird coincidence?" Mandy says. "Our new neighbor Nolan just moved in yesterday. Randy and I won't be here much
longer. We are moving next week. In a couple days this pool is going to be drained, shut down till there is a new owner."
"Yeah...it's sort of exciting doing a move. Mom says the new house will be bigger, but it doesn't have a swimming pool." Randy does look a
bit dejected. "I'm going to miss this pool. Had lots of fun here. The first time Mandy and I skinnydipped back here was with the neighbor's
kids and the pizza delivery boy."
I immediately perked up my ears. "You both swam naked out here? When was this?"
"It was last summer," Mandy explains. "We were both still twelve years old. The pizza boy got stuck at our house here when a tornado nearly
came through this neighborhood. He ended up staying for a few hours...and we ended up in the pool with no clothes on. Mom was very
surprised when she found five naked kids in her backyard."
"Yeah, this pool has seen some fun times," Randy smiles and he chuckles, giving me a knowing wink, his hand making a thumbs up. The
thumbs up sign turns into the hand gesture of The Finger, the F-You gesture. He wasn't trying to tell me "Fuck You", instead he held the middle
finger upward, but with his other hand he placed the thumb and forefinger onto the upright middle finger. The thumb and finger slides slowly
up and down the middle finger of the right hand.
I stared at the strangely combined gestures with growing alarm. It appears the tugging and sliding on the middle finger suggests jerking off.
Randy looks right at my crotch. He speeds up the tugging and sliding and his face contorts into a silent moan. I understood the hint now. I have
a desperate desire in jerking off and Randy can see the NEED. I sheepishly shrug my shoulders, grinning back as if to say "You can say
that again", but nobody can say it out loud, not while Mandy is listening.
Chapter 12. Quiet...She's Almost on Top of Me
With Mandy approaching slowly, step by step, feet dwindling down to inches as one of the prettiest young girls I ever saw is about to discover
me in the game of silent stalking in the pool, I could only clench my teeth and hold my breath. The blind girl somehow is moving straight
for me. It's like she has radar, or bat hearing or something. I'm in the shallowest part of the pool, my heels bumped up next to the steps and
there is nowhere to go.
The thing that nearly makes me laugh is how quickly my penis popped up. It happened when Mandy got to around three or four feet from
me. As the girl moved closer, my dick moved up to full erection. With it sticking out stiff as a pointer stick, it will be what Mandy's head
bumps into. Remaining frozen like a statue, all I can do is hope something makes her change direction. I don't mind her finding me. It's part
of this game, but she doesn't know I'm swimming naked in the pool and she won't be expecting to run face first into a hard penis.
I curse my uncontrollable crotch rocket. Why is it always popping up as soon as I'm close to that girl. I guess I know the answer to that...
that is what always happens. A quick mental image flashed through my mind when I noticed my dick getting hard, a replay of what happened
a year and a half ago when I was on a fishing and camping trip with relatives. When I got naked in a shower stall with a young girl named
Artie I got a hard penis, and she had a party with it. Later I had to walk naked in front of a crowd and my dick would not go down. It happened
another time during that camping weekend. Every time I'm naked with witnesses gawking at me I can't control myself. It thrills and excites
me, even when I would do just about anything not to have a throbbing hardon on display. What happened at the State Park when I was still
thirteen must have triggered something in my mind. My brain must have gotten re-wired or something, previously untapped parts of my
unconscious personality set free, some desire to be looked upon. I couldn't understand it.
I hated being seen naked by strangers. Yet somehow it made me feel more alive than anything else ever did. After that camping trip I kept
myself under control, kept myself out of inappropriate situations. I kept my dick in my pants! I let pass some opportunities to let someone see
me undressing, and another time I nearly let a cousin catch me wizzing on the bushes in her backyard. For over a year nobody but the guys
at school saw me in the shower, or changing in the locker room, or having a tent in my boxers during a sleepover. I even considered letting
the guy friends on the sleepover catch me sleeping with an erection poking through the pee slit of the boxers...I was that desperate.
I had gone so long without letting the exhibitionist kink run free. When I saw the girl in the deckchair by the swimming pool this morning I
saw a chance to make a friend. When I realized the girl can't see, I took advantage of the opportunity, taking my clothes off and prancing
about all around her. I know I'm not being seen by her, but the closeness of her gave me thrills, and the possibility she might bump into
something long and hard gives me chills, shivers running up and down my spine. I can't help myself.
A ripple of water disturbs the calmness of the pool along with the sound of a small splash. It comes from the other side of the pool. Randy is against the wall there, and he can see what a predicament I'm in. Another step or two more and his sister's forehead will bump up against the throbbing boner right before her.
Mandy shifts off to her left as she backs up a step. Taking advantage of the distraction, I turn around to move up the steps. If I move to the
top step my feet and ankles will still be in the water. Technically I would still be in the pool, just in a place where it's unlikely I could be
caught. It sort of feels like cheating, but I'm still going to be in the pool.
As soon as I got turned around, Mandy suddenly changes her course of action. She wasn't completely fooled by her brother's splashes and
movement. She came right back with a lunge. Mandy's arms wrapped around me right across the stomach. He face smacked right up
against my back. I could feel the plastic of the sunglasses pressing into my skin. If she slid down her face would meet up with butt crack. If
her arms moved down they would make contact with a big boy's meat stick.
"Ha ha, I got somebody," Mandy gleefully yells out.
Instinctively I duck down. Moving my body downward is better than trying to pull out upward. "Yep, you got me," I admitted.
Mandy is laughing and I'm locked in her embrace. I manage to turn myself around, though staying crouched down in the water. Mandy is
close enough to kiss as her arms remain draped around my torso, and I notice her teeth are perfectly straight so she may have recently
had braces. The embrace with this girl is another level of excitement. Mandy is touching me! It's only my back and shoulders, but it's still
physical contact with a hot girl in the early stages of becoming a teenage tramp. Does wearing such a small bikini make a girl a tramp?
It sure makes her a cock tease.
Randy comes over, and he hugs me from the backside. The three of us have become a human sandwich and I'm the meat and cheese between
twin body buns. Something brushed across my boner. I think it was a hand. Was it Mandy accidentally touching my dick. Since she knows her brother is naked she might assume she touched Randy. Eventually our little cluster of naked or barely clad bodies pulls apart.
"Mandy found her man," Randy says. "What do you want to do now, sis?"
Mandy feels around with her feet till she finds the stairs. She climbs out to stand on the deck.
"I want to sit in the sun again. As soon as I'm dry let's take Nolan inside to show him our room."
"Go inside the house? You sure about that?" Randy questions.
"Our room?" I said, very interested. "You guys sleep in the same bedroom?"
I had plenty of questions at that point. My clothes are somewhere inside that house, and it does get me one step closer to them.
If Randy and Mandy want to take me on a tour of their house...I don't have much choice but to tag along. I follow Randy up the steps of the
pool. Randy takes his sister's arm, and he guides her back to the deckchair, where she sits down to enjoy the sun once more.
Going on a house tour is intriguing, but first we all have to get dry, and there aren't any towels. Randy isn't using his discarded shirt or shorts to
dry off with, so all he and I can do is hang out, literally cocks hanging out, until we drip dry. I was stiff as a shot of whiskey when I exited the
swimming pool. Once again, I'm standing out on the deck displaying a hard dick. Randy looks at me with a grin, and I can tell he's holding back
a laugh. Mandy glances my way. She knows where we are standing from the sounds we make.
"You know what is a weird coincidence?" Mandy says. "Our new neighbor Nolan just moved in yesterday. Randy and I won't be here much
longer. We are moving next week. In a couple days this pool is going to be drained, shut down till there is a new owner."
"Yeah...it's sort of exciting doing a move. Mom says the new house will be bigger, but it doesn't have a swimming pool." Randy does look a
bit dejected. "I'm going to miss this pool. Had lots of fun here. The first time Mandy and I skinnydipped back here was with the neighbor's
kids and the pizza delivery boy."
I immediately perked up my ears. "You both swam naked out here? When was this?"
"It was last summer," Mandy explains. "We were both still twelve years old. The pizza boy got stuck at our house here when a tornado nearly
came through this neighborhood. He ended up staying for a few hours...and we ended up in the pool with no clothes on. Mom was very
surprised when she found five naked kids in her backyard."
"Yeah, this pool has seen some fun times," Randy smiles and he chuckles, giving me a knowing wink, his hand making a thumbs up. The
thumbs up sign turns into the hand gesture of The Finger, the F-You gesture. He wasn't trying to tell me "Fuck You", instead he held the middle
finger upward, but with his other hand he placed the thumb and forefinger onto the upright middle finger. The thumb and finger slides slowly
up and down the middle finger of the right hand.
I stared at the strangely combined gestures with growing alarm. It appears the tugging and sliding on the middle finger suggests jerking off.
Randy looks right at my crotch. He speeds up the tugging and sliding and his face contorts into a silent moan. I understood the hint now. I have
a desperate desire in jerking off and Randy can see the NEED. I sheepishly shrug my shoulders, grinning back as if to say "You can say
that again", but nobody can say it out loud, not while Mandy is listening.
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