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Ready for Your Present?
(Or, Arlo's Birthday Predicament)
by QuirkyDeadpan

Author note(s): This is probably the first short story I've finished in years, and the first erotic story I've ever written.

The appearance of the character Sam is based on the British female pornstar Theo. I apologize if her dialogue doesn't sound very British, as I'm an American... an attempt was made. The characters of Chrissy, Missy, Sissy, and Justice are lifted (poorly) from the 2001 film Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back. The appearance of the character Fiona is loosely based on Fairuza Balk's character Dorothy in the 1985 film Return to Oz.


Part 1

Arlo Peter Reed was an ordinary seventeen-year-old boy, just under six feet tall and lanky, with medium-length wavy, shaggy brunet hair and green eyes. Despite his average looks and diffident nature, he was an exceptional student, except in STEM and athletics. Though he had acquaintances from several social groups, his close friends were mostly girls. He found them natural confidantes, unlike many of the boys that attended his high school, whom he thought overly boorish and antagonistic.

He was not an unattractive boy, though no girl had ever really espoused any romantic interest in or attraction to him, except as the butt of a joke. Arlo was woefully inexperienced in matters of the heart—and sex. He had never so much as held hands with a girl. He was completely hopeless—and helpless—at talking to girls in a romantic context.

This was especially true of his so-far-unrequited crush on his best friend, the bookish, bespectacled, petite, eighteen-year-old redhead Hazel Leigh Archer. He was certain she already knew and was just humoring him for the sake of their friendship, but he was well and truly smitten. He was even hoping they would lose their virginities to each other, maybe not on his birthday—the Sunday after school let out, and a week before graduation—but hopefully some time before they both went off to their respective colleges.

What Arlo did not know about himself was that he was gifted in the genital department, slightly above average in length but also girthy. He had never measured himself down there or ever been seen naked by a girl, except for the incident the previous summer, when his mom walked in on him showering. That didn't count, because it was too embarrassing to even think about.

He didn't really even masturbate that regularly, not that he didn't think about it all the time, especially when his thoughts inevitably drifted to her. He was afraid of it becoming a maladaptive coping mechanism, like he had read about.

Today was Friday, his very last day of high school. As he was exempt from taking his final exams because he had passed all his classes, Arlo decided to sign himself out in the school office and leave early. Maybe he would go to the arcade for a bit, or read a book in the park while people-watching or something before going home, as he lived nearby.

He was sure that Hazel was taking her exams despite also being exempt, just because she could. He was hoping they could do something fun together this weekend for his birthday, and then he could finally tell her how he felt about her. Maybe he'd text her later?


Part 2

As he was walking down the sidewalk outside the park, trying to decide what to do and where to go next, a panel van with a faded fantasy mural on the side pulled up.

A voice called to him from the rolled-down passenger window, "Hey kid, where you headed? Need a ride?"

Distracted, Arlo said, "Sure. Can you please take me to the arcade?"

Normally, this would be considered a classic 'stranger danger' scenario, but the naïve Arlo was disarmed and obviously not thinking clearly, probably because the person who yelled from the van window was an attractive woman with long brunette hair and brown eyes.

"Climb in," she said, and the van's side door slid open.

The woman holding the door had dark blonde hair in a long bob with bangs, and brown eyes corrected by glasses. I'm Justice," she said, sliding the door closed. She returned to her seat, a loose couch cushion attached to the inside of the van with some rubber tie-down cords.

Arlo obviously had a thing for girls with glasses, and Justice was no exception. With his guard still down completely, he started to feel a little shy and flustered but tried to keep his composure.

Nodding to a woman with feathered blonde hair and blue eyes, seated on a jump seat, Justice continued, "That's Chrissy. The woman you already talked to is Sissy." Sissy turned and waved from the passenger seat with a convincing but fake smile.

"And driving is Missy." Another woman, with hazel eyes and long brown hair with two side pigtails, glanced in Arlo's direction in the rearview mirror. "We're in a band," Justice said matter-of-factly.

"Cool. I'm Arlo," Arlo said, totally buying the fake cover story, even though the women being dressed in all black in early summer was very odd... suspicious even.

"So, aren't you, like, supposed to be in school or whatever?" Chrissy said, not actually caring about the answer.

"Oh, half-day. For me, anyway. I passed all my classes, so I didn't have to take my exams."

Justice thought he was cute and didn't try to hide her curiosity. "How old are you, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Seventeen, but it's my birthday on Sunday. Next weekend is graduation."

"Barely legal, eh?" Sissy joked from up front. All the women laughed, though Justice was faking.

"Haha, yeah. Almost." Arlo forced a laugh and tried not to blush.

"Oh, leave Arlo alone, Sissy," Justice said. "He seems nice. Harmless."

Chrissy shot Justice a look, and soon, they seemed to be having an argument using only their eyes. Arlo, of course, was completely oblivious.

"Is anyone else getting a little too warm?" Arlo said, really starting to feel the heat and humidity inside the back of the van.

"We'll be at the arcade soon, kid," Sissy said, though they were clearly not taking him there.

Everything went black. Arlo fainted, crumpling to the van floor.

"Oh, my god! Is he okay?!" Justice was legitimately concerned for Arlo, whom she'd quickly grown to like.

"Probably just fainted from the heat," Sissy said nonchalantly. "Now, you won't have to waste those sedatives on him."

In Justice's hand, concealed from view, was a syringe she had secretly been hoping she wouldn't have to use on Arlo.

"Hey, help me get his clothes off," Chrissy said. It seemed that she wanted to help the teen cool off, but really, she just wanted a better look at his body.

"No!" Justice said. "I don't want to do that to him!"

"Don't lie, bitch. I know you're curious. I'll do it myself, then." Chrissy blindfolded Arlo, then placed a ball-gag in his open mouth, fastened it around his head, and began to strip him roughly. Soon, he was completely naked.

"Oh, wow," Justice said, shocked, but also shamefully aroused. "He's a got a nice body."

"Big, too," Chrissy said, poking a finger at his semi-erect penis, which was obviously that way because of Justice.

Her eyes wide, Justice wanted to touch him, but stopped herself. To keep busy, she gathered up Arlo's clothes and put them in his backpack. She tried not to notice Chrissy binding Arlo's hands and feet.

Sissy idly mused, "I wonder if one of those experimental Viagra patches we stole would work on him?"

Chrissy got excited. "Sure, Sis. Pass me back the bag." She turned to Justice. "Don't you want to see how big he gets?"

Justice didn't answer. She couldn't.

Sissy tossed the nylon bag, which looked like a small first-aid kit, which Chrissy caught one-handed. Chrissy retrieved one patch from the bag, containing an experimental, extended-release vasodilator drug, removed it from its wrapper, and stuck it to Arlo's abdomen, above his pubic area.

"Well, here's your chance, Juss. Get him hard."

"I shouldn't. I can't," Justice said, beginning to sob quietly.

"Fine," Chrissy said, removing a mini bullet vibrator from her purse. "I guess I have to do everything around here." She turned it on and placed it on Arlo's glans, which, combined with the effects of the patch, quickly made his penis fully erect.

The buzzing of the vibrator and the sensation of his now-prominent erection woke Arlo, and he began to grunt and roll back and forth. He couldn't tell how long he had been out—maybe an hour or two at most?—and he couldn't really see, speak, or move, but he could tell he was still in a van. Probably the same van, given the ambient sound.

"Shit, now he's awake! Dammit!" Chrissy said, mad that Arlo was spoiling her fun.

"Can't we just let him go?" Justice pleaded.

"He knows our names and what we look like, Juss," Sissy chimed in from the front. "It's no good now."

"Maybe we can find a preschool to drop him at or something," Chrissy said cruelly.

"That's evil, even for you! I don't want him to end up on the sex offender list!" Justice interjected.

"You totally like him, don't you? I always knew you were the weak link. Fuck it, we'll find a teen after-school program place, with, like, a tennis court or some shit."

"Just don't hurt him!"

"Whatever."

They drove around some more until they found the kind of place Chrissy had described. They pulled the van into the almost empty parking lot of a brick, school-like building with attached playground—complete with chain-link fence—and separate, fenced-in sports fields.

"Alright, time to rock," Sissy said. "Girls, hold down the fort. We'll be right back. Jussy, you're coming with me. I want to make sure this gets done right."

Seeing no other way out, Justice slung Arlo's backpack over her shoulder and clandestinely put the sedative syringe in her pocket.

"Get his feet and I'll grab his arms. Looks like we're just in time for recess," Sissy pointed to the bustling, chaotic playground, full of young and teen girls alike, "so hopefully we'll be in and out and won't get caught. Unless you fuck it up somehow."

Justice said nothing, and together, they carried Arlo to the metal double doors—luckily for them, still unlocked—and inside, to a small cafeteria with rows of tables. Sissy found a table with attached bench seat and they dumped Arlo's sweaty, naked body on top of it.

"What are you doing?" Justice said, frantic.

"Tying his arms and legs to the table supports, duh. Help me, he's slippery!"

Justice complied, and it was soon done. She placed his backpack by the end of the table.

"Give me the syringe. I know you still have it. I want to make sure he's out for a little longer," Sissy said coldly.

"No, I'll do it," Justice said, injecting the sedative into his forearm. "I'm sorry, Arlo," she said quietly and sadly, and lightly touched his shoulder.

Sissy took a piece of paper and a marker from her pocket and began hastily scribbling a note, which read, 'My name is Arlo. It's my eighteenth birthday and I still need my spankings!,' along with a little devil head emoji.

"What's that you're writing?"

"Just a little fun for all the girls, Jussy," she said, placing the note on Arlo's chest. "Now that you've said your goodbyes, let's go, or I'm gonna leave your ass. And I'm sure you don't want to have to explain yourself to whoever's in charge here. Or the police!"

The two women sprinted outside to their idling van, the building's doors slamming behind them, just as some of the girls started to come back inside after recess.

Just as the van peeled out of the parking lot, Arlo's world went black again.

Hope this will have more chapters. Excited for that spanking.

Hoping for more as well

Great start!

Part 3

Eight-year-old Fiona, with blue eyes and her two long brunette braids tied off with bows, and her best friend Hannah, also eight, with blue eyes and her long blonde hair braided into a plait, had just come in from recess.

"What was that noise?" said Fiona.

Hannah said, "I don't know. Loud, though."

"Like a car crash in a movie," Fiona said. "I think it came from over there?" She pointed toward the door.

The girls were still too far away yet to notice Arlo and his naked predicament.

"I dare you to go look outside," Hannah dared Fiona.

"No way, Han! I did it last time, and you didn't even give me your snack. Like you promised. You owe me."

"Fi! I told you I forgot. I'm sorry. I'll look outside and then come right back, okay? Time me!"

Hannah skipped across the room toward the door, but was soon stopped in her tracks by the sight of the naked teenage boy, still tied to the table, and his raging erection.

"OMG, Fi! C'mere, you have to see this!" Hannah yelled.

"See what, Han?" Fiona yelled back.

"It's a boy! He's naked! I saw his peepee!"

Fiona raced over to meet her friend.

Hannah seemed to be in a daze. "I've never seen a peepee before. It's kind of gross, right?" She was repulsed, but also a little curious now. "Do you think they all get this big?"

"That is a huge wiener. My brother's is tiny, but he's a baby. I guess older boys and grown-ups just have really giant wieners? And lots of hair down there, too."

"His balls look like big grapes, too. Not like the boys in our class. Emma told me she tricked Toby into playing 'show me yours, I'll show you mine' last week. She saw everything, but he never got to see her 'down there.'" Hannah giggled.

"I don't like the boys in our class." Fiona burst into laughter.

"Maybe they'll all have big peepees too someday," Hannah said dreamily.

"But why is he all red and sweaty? And tied up like that? It's kind of scary. We should tell Miss Sam."

"Okay! But first, you have to touch his big peepee!" Hannah giggled.

"I guess!" Fiona sighed and rolled her eyes. Feigning nonchalance, she strolled up to the table. "There's a piece of paper on his tummy!"

"What's it say?"

"It says his name is Arlo, and it's his birthday today and he wants spankings. And there's a spooky devil face." Fiona giggled, but was very confused. "Who even likes birthday spankings? And how is he supposed to get them lying down like that?"

Hannah laughed. "I don't know. Boys are silly. Touch his peepee already!"

Fiona groaned.

"Ugh, Fi, you said you would!"

"Okay, jeez!" Timidly, Fiona reached out and lightly took hold of Arlo's penis. With her little hand wrapped around, it looked even bigger. "Wow, it's so warm! And hard... but squishy at the same time?"

"You touched a peepee! You touched a peepee! Fiona touched a big peepee!" Hannah sang.

"Shh! You're going to get us into trouble, dummy!"

Arlo grunted and shifted. He was awake now. He didn't know who the girl was that was touching his penis, but the feeling was exhilarating.

The girls both screamed and ran away... right into their teacher/chaperone, Samantha.

In America on an international student visa, Samantha Jo Finch—all the girls she mentored called her some variation of M'am, Miss, Sammy, or Sam—was a tall-ish, slim Brit in her early twenties. She had hazel eyes and shoulder-length blonde hair, tied-back and dyed black underneath. Her ears were pierced with a simple stud, and she was wearing a pink V-neck top with cap sleeves and a white sports bra underneath. Under her black leggings, she wore white cotton boy-shorts, and no-show socks with tennis shoes. With her medium-sized, side-set breasts, girl-next-door look, and cheerful, friendly demeanor, people often thought Sam innocent or naïve, but she could definitely lay down the law when necessary.

"Oh, be careful, girls! What on earth are you two screaming about, anyway?" Sam said.

"I dared Fiona to touch an older boy's peepee, and it was really big, and he made a scary noise and—" Hannah tried to catch her breath.

"Older boy? Penis? Where? Is he still here inside the building?" Sam was concerned now. "You're not in trouble, girls," she tried to reassure Hannah, "just try to calm down and take me to where you last saw him."

Flanked by Sophie, a tall, sporty, pony-tailed brunette fifteen-year-old, and her friend Bianca, a tall, fashionable sixteen-year-old with a platinum blonde pixie cut, Sam followed Hannah and Fiona to the table, where Arlo was straining and grunting now.

"There's a sign on his tummy," Fiona said quietly. "I heard a loud noise coming from outside and I dared Hannah to check it out, and that's when she found... him. Arlo."

"You girls and your dares!" Sam sighed. "Is she lying, Hannah?"

"No, Miss Sammy," Hannah said, sniffling. "Fiona said it sounded like a car crashed, but I-I... I'd never seen a boy's pee-niss before." She was trying to get comfortable using the proper term now. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay to be curious, Hannah. Don't cry, now."

Sophie opened one of the metal double doors briefly. "Nothing out there, Miss Sam, though I do see what looks like fresh tire tracks."

Sam removed Arlo's blindfold, which made him grunt and writhe even more.

The authoritative Sam had come out. "Listen, you, I'm going to remove the gag and you're going to tell me exactly what it is you think you're doing here. Or so help me, I'll call the police and tell them you've been exposing yourself to little girls! And it had better be the truth!"

Arlo squinted at the harsh fluorescent light and tried to catch his breath, now that he could speak again. "I was walking by the park after—today was my last day of school. These women in a van offered me a ride, so I said okay. One of them was really pretty, she wore glasses... During the drive, I fainted, and when I woke up, I was naked. I couldn't see or talk or really even move. I think they drugged me with some kind of aphrodisiac or something? You have to believe me!"

Sophie took the note from his chest. "This does sound an awful lot like a prank." She offered the paper to Sam. "And I don't think he tied himself up."

"Is it even your birthday, you pervert?" Sam interrogated him.

"I turn eighteen on Sunday," Arlo said.

"What's that on his hip, Soph?" said Bianca, pointing. "Could that be the sex drug they used to keep him—you know?"

"It seems like you're telling the truth, Arlo, if that's truly your name. So, I'm going to make you a little offer. If you do what the girls and I say today—everything we say—then I won't call the police." Sam chuckled. "You might even get to enjoy yourself a little. Your choice."

Arlo wanted to refuse, to scream and thrash and try to get away, but he knew it was pointless, because the alternative meant the police, and probably jail.

"Yes," he muttered. "Yes, m'am. Fine, I'll do it."

"Good boy. I'm going to untie you, so hold still. And remember what I said now." Sam turned to Sophie. "Gather up the rest of the girls. I think it's time for some lessons in anatomy."

Once Arlo was untied and on his feet again, Sam simply said, "Follow me."


Part 4

The girls were all gathered in the multi-purpose room, which was buzzing with excited chatter about the 'surprise' they were about to receive.

Stood with her hands clasped behind her back, Sam addressed the anxious, fidgety girls. "I trust you all had a good recess?"

"Yes, Miss Sam!" the girls said in unison, though the chatter returned quickly.

"Settle down, girls. Settle down. Have a seat." The girls sat down in their hard plastic chairs. "There's been a deviation from our normal afternoon plans. We're going to a have a lesson..." The room filled with audible groans. "About boys!" The chatter from before returned but much louder and more excitable, as more and more of the girls noticed the naked Arlo, seated to the left of Sam.

"Settle, girls! Settle!" The girls were quiet. "Arlo, here," Arlo stood, as Sam continued, "has agreed to be our model today. It's his birthday on Sunday."

Unprompted, the girls burst into a chorus of the "Happy Birthday" song.

"That was nice of you, girls. Thank you," Sam said. "Arlo is here to help us learn about the male anatomy. How many of you have brothers?" Some girls raised their hands. "How many of you have boyfriends?" Some younger girls and the few older girls there raised their hands. "How many of you have seen a penis before?" All the older girls and only a few of the younger girls, mostly those with younger brothers or who had tricked their male classmates into showing them, raised their hands.

Sam nodded to Arlo, and he stepped closer to her. "I'm sure you all have your own names for it or that you've heard it called, but this... is a penis," Sam said, adding with a chuckle, "though most women don't call it that during girl talk... or when they're having sex." The girls laughed.

She picked up a pointer stick from the table and pointed at Arlo's glans, 'accidentally' grazing him, which made his eyes go wide. "First, this is the glans, or 'head.' Arlo is 'cut' or circumcised, where doctors remove the foreskin, which protects the glans and helps in lubrication, or keeping the glans wet, during sex. Most American boys are circumcised, though I have heard that parents not getting their boy infants circumcised is on the rise."

Allie, a blonde thirteen-year-old with braces, blurted out from the audience, "But why would they do that? Isn't that, like, counterproductive? And doesn't that hurt?"

Sam and rest of the audience all burst into laughter.

Sam composed herself and continued, "It does go against the normal function of the penis, yes. And it most certainly hurts, as well." She chuckled. "Where I come from in the UK, boys are generally intact or 'uncut.' Most boys have the surgery as infants. So, they don't really remember it after it happens." The girls all laughed. "It's done for religious reasons, to aid in cleanliness, or for aesthetic reasons, if the boy's father or siblings are also already cut. It can also be done for medical reasons, namely if the foreskin is too tight and has trouble retracting. Sometimes, men also get circumcised later in life, for the reasons I already mentioned."

Anahita, a fourteen-year-old South Asian girl, piped up. "Are all p-penises that big... or hairy?" The crowd burst into laughter again.

"Be mature, girls! Yes, those are good questions. Some boys have a lot of body hair, some have really fine body hair, so it just looks like they don't have any. It's very rare that a boy can't grow body hair outside of a medical issue. Though, a lot of boys like to shave down there, which they imitate because of things like pornography... or because they like the feeling of being bare. Or if they're on a swim team. Some boys are just lazy, and don't bother with their pubic hair until they think it's gotten too wild. Arlo might be one of those." She laughed. "It's really just a preference thing."

Sam continued, "There's a variety of sizes, like with girls and breast size. Some boys are big and get bigger during puberty, some boys are smaller and grow bigger over time, and some boys start out big or small and don't change much in size over time. And boys can't really control that. It's the luck of the draw. There's also the difference between how their penises are flaccid, when their penis is normal and not excited, versus when they have a hard erection, like Arlo here. And some boys are growers, where they're bigger when fully erect, or they're show-ers, where they're just big in general, erect or not."

"And what kind does Arlo have?" Sophie said.

Sam turned to Arlo. "Would you like to answer that for us, Arlo?"

Arlo tried not to blush. "I'm a grower," he said listlessly.

"How big is Arlo?" Bianca said.

"I don't know. I haven't measured." Arlo wanted to die.

"You're not curious?" Sam said.

"I mean, yeah, I guess... but a reason never really came up. I don't have a lot of guy friends, so there's not a lot of comparing going on. Boys will call each other small as an insult whether it's true or not. So, I guess, I'm not... worried?"

"We'll have to measure him later, girls," Sam said, and the room filled with groans. To Arlo's shock, she added, "We might have to shave him first, to get an accurate measurement."

"Has a girl ever seen you... naked?" Hannah asked bravely.

"Besides all of you, just my mom, but I don't think that counts," Arlo said. "I've never had a girlfriend."

The girls' laughs turned into a chorus of 'aww's.

"Sure it does!" Sam said, failing to contain her laugh. "I bet there's a girl you have your eye on, isn't there?"

"Yes," he said quietly.

"I bet you care if she thinks you're small."

Arlo got the reddest he'd ever been.

"I guess that's a yes, then!" Sam paused to catch her breath. "Anyway, we're getting off-track. Let's continue our lesson. This," she again grazed Arlo, this time on the shaft, and he had to will himself not to lose control, "is the shaft. There are structures of tissue inside that make the penis erect. Some boys, like Arlo," he winced at this commentary, "are thicker, or girthier, than others. We can measure that later, too."

"Lastly, we have the testicles, or balls. They're contained inside the scrotum. We call it a 'ball-bag' back home." The room burst into laughter yet again. "It's contained outside the body to promote the optimal temperature for the creation of sperm, which is what helps make babies, and seminal fluid, which helps the sperm travel through the boy's testicles and penis and into the woman's vagina. The sperm and seminal mix together to create semen, which is expelled from the penis when the boy ejaculates or 'comes' or 'squirts.'"

"Hannah said his testicles look like big grapes!" Fiona said.

"Yes, I guess they do," Sam said.

Turning to Arlo, Sam said, "Arlo, have you done a testicular check lately?"

"Not recently," he mumbled.

"I mean, I'm sure you probably play with your balls in the shower. Lots of boys do," Sam laughed, "but it's really important that boys do this regularly to check for lumps. We wouldn't want Arlo to get sick, would we, girls?"

"No, Miss Sam!" the girls yelled.

Sam started rubbing and lightly palpating his scrotum. Arlo wasn't sure she was doing it right, but it felt really good and it was getting him closer to the edge of no return. Sam could tell it was clearly having an effect, so she stopped.

"Wow, he really liked that!" Allie said.

"Yes, lots of boys and men like their scrotums played with as foreplay or during sex. It's a really sensitive area," Sam said.

"Will we get to see him ejaculate?" said Molly, an eleven-year-old with horn-rimmed glasses, and curly, chin-length red hair.

"Maybe later, if you all are good." Sam laughed and winked. The girls' disappointment was evident, though it changed to surprise when they noticed a droplet had formed at the opening of Arlo's penis.

"Miss Sam, what is that stuff coming out of his wiener? Does he have to pee?" Fiona said, pointing.

"No, Fiona. It's not urine. That is pre-ejaculate, or pre-cum. It's a natural lubricant. That means Arlo is aroused, or excited, and his penis is ready for sex. And that means we need to work off some of his energy," she said, giving him a look, "and that you all need to go out and run around and tire him out a little. But! And this includes the older girls... I don't want you trying to put Arlo's penis inside you, not even in your mouths! Is this understood? You can touch it, but that's it."

"Yes, Miss Sam," the girls said.

She pulled Arlo aside. "Remember what I said. No running away, and no stopping them from touching you," she whispered. "And remember to have some fun. They certainly will." She chuckled.

"But won't any people driving by see me?" he said quietly.

"It's unlikely, but not impossible. It's a pretty provincial area. The older girls will let me know if there's any trouble."

"Miss Sam said we can all have our afternoon snacks when you come back in, okay?" Sophie said, corralling the girls. This made the girls all the more excited to go back outside. "Come on, Arlo," she said, and Arlo followed the girls outside.

Great chapter, Quirky! I'm really enjoying this story as are the young girls in the story too. Can't wait to see how they make him work off all his energy.

Part 5

Outside, Sophie and Bianca were instructing the girls. "We're going to play a game," Bianca said. The girls all cooed with excitement.

"We're going to see who can tag Arlo on his penis or balls the most. Arlo has to try to keep away, but he can't touch you," Sophie said, and Arlo winced. "If you can't reach his boy parts, touching his butt is okay, too. Just don't be too rough, okay? Boys are sensitive down there." She laughed and patted Arlo's scrotum, which drove him crazy with arousal and fear.

"Okay, go!" Bianca said.

Arlo and the girls took off around the fenced-in playground, his penis dripping with pre-ejaculate as it became only semi-hard. He thought his sheer size and speed relative to the mostly shorter and smaller young girls would be an asset here, but it was plainly the opposite.

The girls got in several good smacks on his penis and scrotum, though most of the hits were on his butt, causing a lot of red marks. Arlo, though, was mostly focused on scanning the road for incoming traffic while also trying to keep ahead of the girls.

This went on for a good thirty minutes until Arlo, still running away from a group of wild girls, tripped and face-planted into the ground. Bianca and Sophie rushed over to Arlo.

"Are you okay? Bianca said, helping Sophie get him back to his feet.

"He's got dirt and grass all over him now, and his dick is still leaking." Sophie laughed. "But I don't see any scrapes or anything."

"He's okay, girls!" Bianca said, though the girls were mostly concerned that Arlo's penis was no longer entirely hard. "I think we have to go inside and let Miss Sam clean him up, though."

Groans and cries of "no fair!" rang out in the air.

With Arlo in the middle of Sophie and Bianca, arms slung across their shoulders, and the disappointed girls trudging along behind, the game was over and they headed back inside the building. Sam had noticed the commotion and was waiting intently when they came back in.

"He's okay, Miss Sam. He just fell down. No damage to anything, as far as we could tell. Got pretty dirty, though," Bianca said.

"Are you okay, Arlo?" Sam said.

"I think I just knocked the wind out of myself. But I'm okay. Mostly, I just need to pee."

The girls laughed.

"Can we watch him pee?" Molly the redhead said, excited.

This was followed by a chorus of "Can we, please? Can we?" from the rest of the girls.

"I think it will be hard for him to go with you all watching." Sam laughed. "But it might be educational. What you do think, Arlo?" She gave him the look.

"I guess," he said, knowing he had to do it, anyway.

"It's probably better to get it out of the way before we clean him up and shave him, anyway. Right, girls?"

The girls went wild with approval.

They all filed into the locker room and headed towards the showers, because as Miss Sam explained, it would be easier for the assembled girls to see him pee standing under the shower than in a stall, and he still had to shower, anyway. She had Arlo stand diagonally to the shower, to give the most girls an easy view.

"Would you like to wipe yourself off before you start?" Sam said, offering Arlo toilet paper after noticing his penis, scrotum, and pubic hair were coated with a mixture of pre-cum, dirt, and grass.

"Sure." He took a piece from the roll, balled it up, and gave the roll back. Then, he wiped his glans and shaft and patted his public hair, figuring the majority of the mess would get washed off in the shower.

"Miss Sammy? C-can I, um, hold his penis while he pees?" Hannah asked timidly. "I wanted to see how it feels. Girls can't really go standing up."

"Is that okay with you, Arlo?" Sam said, like he had a choice.

"It might make it more difficult, but okay, I guess?"

"Just make sure you wash your hands really good after, okay? Arlo's a dirty boy," Sam said, winking. The girls laughed.

With Hannah's tiny hands cupped around Arlo's penis and one of his hands over hers to aim, Arlo let loose, sighing in relief—first, in a long stream of urine, and then shorter, sporadic streams as his bladder emptied.

"It feels weird, but it's really fun too! I can feel the pee moving through his p-penis!" Hannah said giddily. The girls laughed.

"Hannah, I need you to let go now, so I can shake out the last drops, okay?" Arlo said softly. "I don't want you to get any on you."

"Okay," Hannah said, relinquishing Arlo's penis.

He shook out the remainder, and the girls watched, amazed.

"One more thing," Hannah said, getting brave, and pulled down on his arm to make him crouch. Then she kissed him on the cheek.

The girls cooed and chanted, "Hannah kissed a boy!"

"That was sweet, Hannah. Did you have fun?" Sam said.

"So much fun! Thank you, Miss Sam! Thanks, Arlo!"

"Okay, but now, go wash your hands, please. But don't take too long, because I'm going to start on Arlo soon."

Hannah rushed off to a nearby sink with Bianca accompanying her to make sure she did a thorough hand-washing, and then they returned to the crowd together.

"Sophie, can you get my bag, please? It's in that locker," Sam said, pointing.

"Yes, Miss Sam," Sophie said, returning with the bag.

"We should probably cut the hair first, so it will be easier to shave," Sam said. Arlo winced.

She retrieved a water bottle from her bag and started lightly squeezing it on Arlo's groin and rubbing the water into the hair.

"Sorry. I'm sure it's cold." Sure enough, Arlo had some shrinkage going on.

Variations of "His wiener is getting smaller" echoed across the tiled room.

"Be nice, girls. He can't really control that," Sam said.

She started cutting at his wild pubic hair with a pair of scissors before moving on to trimming the hair on his scrotum. Arlo was sad to see his pubic hair go, but he didn't let on. He was more worried about getting nicked with the scissors.

At long last, it was time for the shaving. Sam squeezed a good amount of shaving cream into her hand and started rubbing it on his pubic area and scrotum, which had an immediate and noticeable affect. This was not lost on the girls, who quickly became a noisy, excited rabble again, especially when Sam had to pull on Arlo's penis to aid in stretching the skin to shave some areas.

"Calm down, girls. I need to focus. I don't want to cut Arlo on accident," Sam said, and the girls quieted down.

Soon enough, Arlo's pubic mound was shaved bare and he could feel the cold air on it, which was a little thrilling but also strange, because he hadn't been without pubic hair for years.

"Step back a little, girls. I need Arlo to lie down, so I can shave his balls—er, scrotum, easier."

The girls stepped back and Arlo complied too. Sam lifted up his scrotum and shaved his perineum and the underside of his scrotum, and then the rest. After a little while, he was bare there, too. Meanwhile, his penis was again working itself into an erection, and that was met with lots of excitement from the girls.

"Okay, shower time. Stand back, or to the sides, girls. I don't want you getting wet," Sam said. "I only have girly toiletries, Arlo, so you're going to smell like flowers."

The girls laughed.

"That's okay. I don't mind," he said.

She turned on the water. Arlo hunched down some so Sam could reach, and Sam started rubbing the shampoo into his hair. She paused to rinse before moving on to the front of his body with the body wash, which excited the girls yet again. She then moved on to his groin, vigorously rubbing his pubic mound, penis, and scrotum with her soapy hand, which got him to a full, hard erection. Then, she washed his legs and feet.

"Miss Sammy is naughty," one of the younger girls said as Sam rinsed Arlo, and everyone laughed.

"Turn around," Sam said to Arlo. "I need to do your back now."

Sam washed his back, shoulders and torso, before moving on to his butt, which sent the girls into another frenzy, with plenty of murmurs of "He's got a nice butt" swirling in the air.

She had him turn around again to rinse, and to shield him from some of the embarrassment of her also having to wash his crack, though the girls' muttered commentary about that could still be heard.

"Okay, Arlo, time to dry off," Sam said, turning off the water. She began rubbing at his hair and body with the towel, which especially made his erection bounce around, much to the girls' delight.

"He looks like a little boy down there!" said Allie.

"If a little boy had a humongous penis and hairy legs and armpits, maybe," said Anahita.

"He looks like a baby, if his parents were both giants," said Molly, which made everyone laugh.

Another fun chapter! The girls learned a lot about boys during the game and of course during the cleaning up and shaving!

Part 6

"Okay, girls, snack time! And then it's time to measure Arlo!" Sam said, after herding the girls from the locker room into the cafeteria area.

Some of the girls raced through eating their snacks in the hopes that it would be measuring time sooner, but a lot of the girls were legitimately looking forward to their food and savored it.

"And here's something for you," Sam said, offering Arlo some cheese sandwich crackers, applesauce and water. Unbeknownst to him, the applesauce and water had both been spiked with some ground-up Viagra, to aid in getting a more accurate measurement when the time came.

Soon enough, Sam called out to the girls, "Has everyone finished their snack?" There was an increase in chatter and affirmative murmurs of confirmation.

Sam had Arlo stand and follow her back to the multi-purpose room, and bade the girls to line up and follow Arlo. From the increased length, thickness, and rigidity of his penis—it was the biggest and hardest that he had ever felt it—he could tell that she had given him some kind of erection drug. It was also throbbing and bobbing a lot and swung back and forth as he walked. He could tell the line of girls noticed this as they saw him go by, though he tried not to hear their comments, whispered and otherwise. The comments quickly changed to giggles as the girls brought up the rear—pun intended.

Back in the multi-purpose room, Sam had the girls take their seats. Arlo went to sit as well, but after a look from Sam, went and stood next to her.

"Okay, girls! I need two volunteers... one to help me measure Arlo," Sam said, and the girls cheered. "And another to write down the measurements." The response to this was much more subdued.

"Who wants to measure?" Several girls excitedly raised their hands and many others fidgeted in their seats. "I choose... Allie!" The blonde with braces went red with surprise and excitement.

"Fiona, dear, can you go to the supply cabinet and get me a ruler, please?" The young brunette looked confused why Sam chose her specifically, but excitedly hurried to find the needed object.

"Who wants to take notes?" Fewer girls raised their hands this time, but they all were equally as excited and anxious. "Anahita will be my scribe!" Anahita was just as excited as Allie—she loved science—but as she was much more reserved, it didn't really show on her face.

Fiona returned with the ruler. "Thank you, sweetheart." Sam patted the girl's head and she returned to her seat, beaming.

"Okay! The time has come!" The innuendo was lost on most of the younger girls, but Arlo got it immediately. "Time to measure. Oh my, I just realized we should've done a flaccid measurement earlier!" Sam said. "Should we get Arlo soft again, so we can do that one too?"

"That's okay, Miss Sam!" the girls roared, and the room filled with laughter.

"Hard peepees are a lot more fun!" a young girl said.

"I don't like his wiener as much when it's not hard!" another girl said.

"It makes him look like a little boy when it's all small and soft," blurted a third girl.

"Okay, girls, settle. Now, Allie, I'm going to hold on to Arlo," Sam said, and Arlo's eyes went wide. "I want you to press the end of the ruler into Arlo's pubic bone, here," she pointed and continued, "without hurting him. And then tell us what the ruler says."

Arlo's body surged with desire as Sam took hold of his penis, firmly but not tightly. Allie complied and Arlo felt the end of the ruler poke into his abdomen.

"Seven inches," Allie said shakily. The girls cooed with excitement and awe. Allie then got up, thinking they were done.

"Wait, Allie! We still have to measure the girth," and off Allie's confused but wide-eyed look, Sam pulled a fabric tape measure from her pocket. "We'll wrap it around Arlo's shaft at the thickest point. Not too tightly, now... and take down the measurement."

Sam handed the tape to the mortified Allie, who tried her best to stay calm. Allie placed it around Arlo's shaft—his penis had started to drip pre-cum again slightly, exciting the girls—and began to tighten it.

"It's okay. Just breathe, Allie," Sam reassured her.

"It's not too tight, is it, Arlo?" Allie said timidly.

"No, it's fine," Arlo said.

"Five-and-a-half inches," Allie read from the tape.

"Did you get all that down, Anahita?" Sam said.

"Yes, m'am," Anahita said, satisfied with a job well done.

"From what I've read, the average length for American boys is five-and-a-half inches and the average girth is four-and-a-half inches in circumference. That means, girls," Sam said, with the room buzzing with anticipation, "that Arlo's penis is slightly above average!"

The girls cheered.

Sophie stepped over to Sam and whispered into Sam's ear.

"Now, girls, I've been informed it's almost time for you to be dismissed for the weekend." The girls groaned. "But we have one last task to complete before you go!" Sam said. "We have to make that," she pointed at Arlo's penis, "go down!" The room erupted, and Arlo looked like an animal caught in a trap.

"We get to make him e-jac-u-late?" Hannah said, curious.

"Arlo's gonna squirt!" Molly said, laughing.

The room broke into a chorus of "Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!"

"Yes, alright, girls. Settle!" Sam tried to reassert order. The girls quieted down but the room was still a powder keg of excitement. "But remember, this is just between us, okay? You mustn't tell your parents!"

"Yes, Miss Sam!"

"Who wants a turn? Mind you, we have to be quick," Sam said.

Even though all the girls were intrigued by Arlo and his big penis, many of them were still shy about boys, and others were worried there wouldn't be enough time for them to have a proper go with Arlo before their parents or guardians arrived. As a result, the only girls that raised their hands were Fiona, Hannah, Allie, Anahita, Bianca, Sophie, and Molly.

Fiona and Hannah were first, and decided to go together. Their hand-over-hand attempt looked more like a child's hand-stacking game or a rope-climbing technique than a handjob. Even after pausing for Sam to explain how to do it the right way—which drove Arlo crazy, as the pair's small hands were still grasping him—they just couldn't figure it out, and quickly gave up.

Allie was next. She kept squeezing him too tightly and closing her eyes after each stroke, due to nerves. This caused a dollop of pre-cum after a few strokes, and the scared Allie got up and went back to her seat, worried he was going to 'squirt' on her.

Anahita was keeping a steady, but slighty too slow stroke, aided by Arlo's now-pre-cum-coated penis—she found the pre-cum's texture very interesting—but she too was done quickly, not wanting to take too long.

Bianca alternated between rough, fast strokes and stopping and blowing air at Arlo's penis to tease him. Bored because he hadn't immediately shot off for her, she gave up. It was now Sophie's turn.

Sophie held the base of Arlo's shaft with one hand and concentrated on his glans and prepuce with the other, in a quick, twisting motion, which took his breath away and produced copious amounts of pre-cum. She salivated, wanting to suck him. Once she realized this, she knew she had to stop. Arlo's body shuddered when she released her grip.

Molly was entranced by the squelching sound Arlo's penis made as she stroked it, and Arlo couldn't help but thrust into her double-handed strokes. As she had seen a few adult videos and done a fair amount of extracurricular scientific and erotic reading, she knew he had to be close. She glanced over, seeing Sam's expectant, desirous look, and this was when she decided to do it.

Molly stood up, reached into her shorts, hooking her fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled down, flashing her little tuft of red pubic hair to Arlo. His eyes went wide and he had to clench hard.

"Molly, that was very naughty!" Sam fake-scolded her. The girls laughed and cooed accusingly. "My turn, already?" Sam said, and Molly nodded.

Sam crouched at Arlo's hip. With one hand stroking his penis and the other massaging his scrotum, she got to work. The girls laughed and encouraged her, which only made her get more into it and made Arlo get closer and closer to the edge. He was so hard and Sam enjoyed its throbbing in her hand, even though she kept having to switch hands to keep from straining.

He was very close now. "Are you going to spunk for us now, Arlo?" Sam said lustfully.

"Yes, Miss," Arlo said obediently.

Sam sped up her strokes and began tickling Arlo's scrotum. Arlo was moaning a lot. Any minute now.

Finally, the dam broke. Arlo grunted as he shot rope after rope of semen, which flew a couple feet away. This shocked the group of girls, who cheered and clapped.

"This concludes today's lesson, girls! Now, hurry and gather your things! You're to follow Sophie and Bianca to the pick-up area in the parking lot. I've got to stay and clean up Arlo's big mess!" She laughed.

Many of the girls hurriedly thanked Sam and Arlo as they rushed to get their stuff, and most seemed to stop, if only for a second, to take it all in. Arlo couldn't be sure, but he thought he saw at least a few girls try to sneak photos of him with their phones as they left the multi-purpose room.

"Finally, the dam broke. Arlo grunted as he shot rope after rope of semen, which flew a couple feet away. This shocked the group of girls, who cheered and clapped."

Nice climax! LOL