Boys caught naked by girl Scouts part 5 of 8

Boys caught naked by girl Scouts part 5 of 8

"Yes?" His heart was beating hard.

"We say nothing to your sister. But in exchange, you come to the sleepover with my cousins. And..." she drew the word out.

"Yes?"

She pointed at his bare chest with her forefinger. "You get to go naked all night - just like you are now."

Gerry felt waves of relief and gratitude. He wanted to fall at her feet and take the helm of her skirt and kiss it...he would do anything for this angel. Sweet submissiveness was surging all over him. It was a queer, sweet feeling he had never felt before. There were now prickles of sexual excitement as well.

"And what would you - and them - do to me?"

She leaned over and whispered in his ear, "It would be just like today."

The two did not have to say anything more. A boy being stripped under the gaze of three fully dressed females, being shamed deliciously, having his body examined up close, being played with by the dressed females ...their minds were racing, together.

In his naked lap, as he sat down on the log next to her, Gerry's punchy prick began to stretch. She noticed.

"Except there is one thing. Just one extra thing. I think they might want to do things with your beautiful blond hair. Even with a ribbon.

A pink one. And they might want to apply a bit of make-up, lipstick, and stuff. And they just might want you to put on nice ladies’ undergarments..."

"I don't think I would like that."

"Sad, I’d hate to have that conversation with Karen. "

His prick was bolt upright and something was glistening on its end.

Which sealed their deal.

Sally and Alan Larsen’s were in another corner of the campsite - he propped on his elbows on the grass, no longer shy in her presence, his petite penis lolling over his loose scrotum, the outline of the two marbles visible, and she is sitting on a rock, feeding him biscuits, and relishing the view of his physique. Holy ghost! He thought, here I am spreading myself out naked for her, and I am loving it!

"You know, you should check out the old tree-house," she was saying.

"I go there whenever I need some quiet time alone. It's kind of pretty up in the branches and leaves."

"Sure. Sounds good." He was ready to agree to anything this girl suggested.

Sally's mind, however, was running hot - stimulated by the gorgeous sight spread out before her on the grass. And the spectacle earlier in the day. Her imagination was racing ahead with libidinous plans. To do with him and her tree house. As soon as she got him inside, she would persuade him - no, order him - to strip completely. Yes, order him. Even his sandshoes - because there would be a use for those. In fact, that old treehouse was spacious enough for them to rerun today's whole repertoire including the bare-bottomed spanking. Let alone that tantalizing eyeball inspection of his stripped-to-the-buff nudity. Looking at him now, she was sure she could stretch that out for hours. Oh, he was handsome.

And she was working on another dimension.

Her elder sister was a nurse and had briefed her on the fun of shaving men before surgical operations. The nurses, young and old, loved performing it on young male patients. The idea had played on her mind, and she was intent on practicing on the pubic bush now displayed before her.

And she had another grand idea. To make that nude, depilated young man climb down out of the tree house, rung by rung, in broad daylight and walk nervously around the paddock. He would be terrified of a passer-by seeing him. She would even make him work as a gardener, while she watched from up in the branches - watching him fearfully looking over his shoulder while he raked leaves, his ass red from her punishments. And that sweet little penis sticking up.

It would be delightful to watch him down on the ground naked as a jay when a party of girls swung into view or a middle-aged woman, and see Alan crouch and cover up with his hands. To witness his shame. And then back in the tree house, to review what had happened and make him shudder with the recollection and talk about what he felt. Finally, to make him take that finely shaped penis and force him to do what Ms. Haines had forced him to do. See whether his stuff would land on her again.

Suddenly they both glimpsed tall Steve gamboling over the grass to Melissa who was seated on a log. His huge penis was rampant again.

They could see it in stark profile, even make out the sprawling mushroom on the end. "Jeepers, I hate his...thing!" Sally spat.

Alan asked, "Really?"

"Hate it! It is unnatural. Too big."

"I thought women liked them that way. "

"Not me! I like pretty ones." Her eyes roamed and settled.

I would do anything you ask, thought Alan.

"We must inspect that old treehouse."

"Yes. Must."

Taking an offer of her jacket to sit on, Steve settled on the grass next to Melissa. She handed him a sandwich. The food had an immediate effect. Or it was the effect of being nude in her company. Or being nude for hours among dressed females. It was the epiphany by the old swimming hole, the discovery that, while he was nervous to start, he had found what he wanted.

Whatever the reason, the rangy athlete with the outsize member opened. He told Melissa how, if he could remember, he had liked the idea of getting naked in the presence of dressed females. But it never happened. As an adolescent, he had wanted to answer the front door when female canvassers were doing their rounds selling religious books or encyclopedias and letting a bath towel slip as if by accident.

Once when home alone he had seen a middle-aged female coming up their garden path and he quickly stripped and stood at the closed door with a bathroom towel clutched over his midriff. But at the last second, he had wilted and not responded to the bell. He now regretted it. He longed to see astonished looks on feminine faces while he stood naked. He wanted female eyes to ravish him.

But when the women’s specialist had examined him at school, he had been painfully shy. He had suffered an erection as soon as he entered the surgery and had gasped with embarrassment when she slipped his underpants down while he lay on the examination table. She asked him lots of questions about his penis and examined it minutely.

When a girl in his class called with a message for the doctor and stood at the door, she caught a glimpse of him, and later the teasing in the classroom was unbearable. Now looking back, he admitted he would happily relive the affair. Thought about it often.

When he realized his penis was much bigger than those of other boys' he had even stronger urges to show off. He showered with the bathroom window open and the light on hoping the elderly widow who lived next door would end up gawking at him. He still did not know whether she had. He would go to school swim events in tight racers two sizes too small hoping to catch glimpses of women and girls feasting their eyes on his outline. Whenever it worked, and their eyes were popping, he would panic and cover up with a towel. His ideal job would be a model for female art classes, only he knew he would never be able to avoid a constant rock-hard erection.

He admitted to Melissa that he "played with himself" sometimes. She quickly asked how often. He said once a week - now, every day, he confessed. Sometimes more. What did he think about while he did it?

He said it was always the same. He thought about being nude and ashamed in the presence of fully dressed women and girls.

While he confided in the older woman, she absent-mindedly ran her fingers through his auburn hair. It was like having a son, she daydreamed. Only one with a godlike body who was over-sexed. He needed her very individual counseling. She would give him the tender, loving attention he craved.

Emily and Rod sat on the grass and looked across at them. They could see Steve's legs splayed in front of him as he continued the conversation with Melissa; Steve's mammoth penis was at the full stand as he recounted his urges.

It was making Emily wonder about the things she had seen today.

"Do you think there are some boys who are excited by getting shamed, you know, with no clothes in front of women, embarrassed being caught nude like you all were today? Boy likes it."

Rod had now spread his skinny frame out on the grass, lying hands behind his head to reveal wiry red underarm hair. Sporting a half-erect penis rising from a blazing ginger bush, he was totally on display. Emily, sitting with legs crossed, fed him slices from her apple and found the sight irresistible.

"Today, at first, it was terrible. Then walking on the trail, the humiliation sort of...sort of...melted into something else. Right now, I love being naked. But only with you. It has to be a nice girl, like you. "

She reached out and ruffled his ginger locks.

Meanwhile, something was happening with Melissa and Steve. As he had been making his confessions, he had grown increasingly excited.

His prick had started discharging copious quantities of sticky, transparent fluid. Unconsciously he had started fingering himself, lights up and down his penis shaft. He had gone on to admit that, if truth be told, he "played with himself " three times a day every day.

The confession shocked and excited Melissa. He said he could not help it whenever those dirty thoughts got into his head. It would be even tougher after what he had experienced today.

At this point, his motions were getting more urgent. Girls who had been drifting around the campsite in groups of two or three to look at Alan, Gerry, or Rod, making comments behind their hands, were now coursing to Steve and Melissa - where Steve was warming up.

He was telling Melissa that when he felt girls’ eyes roaming his naked body, he felt tingles all over, his stomach went fluttery, and his penis felt it was on fire. He said he liked them to laugh at him, to tease him, to look amazed at his cock. He liked it - really loved it - when they acted superior because they were fully dressed, and he was in his birthday suit.

The flapping sound intensified, and his speech became more blubbery. Meanwhile, the congregating girls were fulfilling this very fantasy. They crowded in arms over one another's shoulders to ooh and ahh at his size and stiffness, purple mushroom head, and bulging veins. His eyes roamed over their faces and grew glassier and more distant.

In a flash, Melissa was kneeling at his side to take the plummy head of his penis and give it the caresses she knew he loved. All the time she cooed in his ear, telling him what a naughty boy he was to want to run around naked and show off his cock to parties of uniformed young women. Look at their faces, she whispered to him, they are all looking at your total...one hundred percent... naked body...as naked as the day that you were born, you naughty boy...looking at you "playing with yourself "...moving your hand up and down on your enormous cock which these virgin girls would all love to play with...

Then she settled on the notion she suspected would bring his sperm flying out in a flash.

She told him that when he was back at school every girl would be talking about what happened today, about him being naked and being so embarrassed that he had to run off into the bushes. Every girl and you can bet his female teachers, would know about how he had been spanked until his ass had turned red and how his erection would not subside. About how she and twelve senior girl scouts had seen him shoot his load. Every girl at school would be hearing about the size of his prick - about all its veins when it was at the full stand - and when he turned up in class, they would all be whispering and pointing at his fly.

Her hand was moving up and down his shaft greasy with all the spilling pre-cum. His lips were trembling and his eyelashes quivering.

But he continued to search the faces in front of him. All the girls had gathered, even Sally, Alice, and Emily had scrambled to see what the action was, their nude male partners following.

Melissa settled on a killer line.

She leaned in close and told him that she was going to go to her pack and get her lady's razor. In front of all the girls, she would make him lie on his back while she shaved off his auburn pubic curls. She would take an hour to do it, slow, stretching out his shame. And when it was complete - he would be as bare as an egg - make him walk around the campsite and show himself. They would howl with laughter and tell all the girls at his school so he would have even more to be ashamed of.

AHHHHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHHHHH!

A shot of fluid flew out and splotched on his chest, in the light coating of auburn hair. Another hit his abdomen, just above his navel, followed by thick trickles and final pearls. It glued Melissa's fingers.

She stared at the mess for a second or two and slowly and deliberately lifted her fingers to her mouth and, looking at the girls, stuck one in. And sucked it clean. And followed one by one with the others.

Her senior scouts were astonished. And silent.


To be continued