Date: Thu, 8 Jan 2009 21:03:40 +0000 From: Rapier 54 Subject: Peters Exposures Part 6: Peter on Holiday Copyright @ Rapier54 2009 Disclaimer: This is a fictional story depicting sexual activity between consenting adults and a younger male. If this is illegal from where you are reading it please do not continue. This being fiction, safe sex is not an issue. In the real world always practice safe sex. Peter on Holiday Peter and his "Uncle" Edward had come away for a weekend to a small hotel on the coast. Just a short break for a change of scenery. They had been friends and lovers for some time now, and had looked forward to the excitement this may bring. Edward had yet take Peter's virginity fully and thought it might happen while they were away together for couple of days. As much as the anticipation excited him, he was however a little cautious about the trip as he was always concerned that Peter would find another man who would seduce him away, so liked to keep him on a short lead. Not literally, except perhaps one day in the bedroom. All the way to the hotel, Peter had been teasing and flirting with Edward, building a sexual frission that both were enjoying. They had decided to start the weekend as "Uncle and Nephew", and see how far they could prolong it. They arrived late in the afternoon, and decided to prolong the anticipation further by having a swim in the hotel pool before dinner. Peter was naked and into his blue trunks first, and just as Edward pulled his on, Peter pulled them down again, saying, "If you can catch me, you have me!" With a grin he grabbed a towel and sped out of the room before Edward could respond. Graham Roberts, a retired schoolteacher was also staying at the hotel. He was alone, and getting a little bored with life. His fantasy of watching a young boy being aroused by punishment before committing lewd acts was proving very difficult to bring to life. He had tried gyms, saunas, the Internet, but all he found was disinterest, time wasters and frustration. As he relaxed in the pool before dinner his interest was awoken as a young man walked in wearing just a very brief pair of blue swimming trunks. Amazingly, the lad swam right up to him, introduced himself, and started to engage him in small talk. A few minutes later Edward entered the pool area which was deserted apart from Peter and one other older man. They were in the pool talking, and Edward felt a pang of jealousy. He was well aware of Peter's predilection for older men, and exhibitionism, sometimes bordering on the blatant, despite his outward demure, "butter wouldn't melt" attitude. As Edward stepped into the pool and swam towards them, Peter said, "Hello, Uncle. So you managed to find the place then." Quite a simple piece of small talk, but to Edward, already feeling concerned, it didn't feel nice. As he reached the two, he noticed something about the other man which both relaxed and concerned him. The way he was standing, or his facial features, either way, Edward had a good idea he was also gay. He decided to play Peter at his own game. As soon as Peter had introduced the stranger, Graham Roberts, and his Uncle, Edward said to Peter, "I see you've been chatting to strangers again, Peter. You know what I said I'd do next time I caught you doing that." Peter gulped, guiltily, playing along, "No, Uncle? Anyway we were just chatting." "Yes, you do remember, Peter," said Edward, a little more sternly. Turning to Mr. Roberts he said with a slight smile, "He has a habit of chatting up other men, which I have been trying to cure him of. Not that I am jealous, just that sometimes they get offended and it can be a little embarrassing." He continued. "Well, for my part it is very nice," said Mr. Roberts, looking knowingly into Edward's eyes. Chatting to a young man like Peter. So few youngsters want to know nowadays." He sighed. Now that Edward new it was safe, he turned to Peter, he said again, "So what was it I said I would do if I caught you chatting up strangers?" Peter knew there was no way to avoid it, and anyway, the situation was playing straight into his hands, and his groin. "You mean, um, you would...", he paused, wide eyed, and gulped, "You would spank my b bottom, Uncle?" he whispered, hoarsely. "That's right, my boy," said Uncle Edward, "and when we get back to our room that is exactly what I intend to do! Now go and enjoy your little swim, because it won't be much fun soon!" He said, firmly. Peter swam away and spent the next few minutes circling and diving down in the deep end, while Uncle Edward and Mr. Roberts continued talking. Later, as they sat down for dinner, Edward pointed out that Mr. Roberts was sitting alone, and Peter suggested he join could them. Edward waved a hand, and Mr. Roberts came across, and soon the three were sitting together, Edward and Mr. Roberts chatting like old friends. They had both been schoolteachers, so had a lot in common. Mr. Roberts was still a little uncertain of how to play this out, not wanting to frighten them off, hoping to get a chance to see what the lad had under his trunks, and maybe getting spanked as well. He continued casting glances at Peter while still chatting with Edward. Peter was beginning to pick up on the possibilities, and despite the light spanking he had received from Uncle Edward a little earlier, he decided to add a little mischief to the pot. At a lull in the chatting of the two older men, he asked, "What is your soup like, Uncle? It's different to mine. Does it taste nice?" Edward said it did, and was only slightly surprised when Peter said, "Mine is delicious." And slipping a finger into the bowl, he held the soupy digit up offering it to Edward. "Would you like to taste?" he asked, innocence dripping out his eyes. Edward held his hand and gently licked off the soup, saying, "Very nice, Peter. Now behave yourself." "Yes, Uncle." Replied Peter, before looking at Mr. Roberts and asking if his soup was nice. Mr. Roberts replied it was and Peter asked if he could taste some. Mr. Roberts looked at Edward as if to say, "Help." Edward just smiled and said, "Humour him for now". Thinking, "Though he had better behave soon." Mr. Roberts, dipped a finger into his soup and held it out. Peter leaned forward, and looking into Mr. Roberts's eyes, he licked all around the finger before sitting back and saying, "Hmm, not sure about that one. Could I try another taste?" Adding with his head on one side, "Please, Mr. Roberts, Sir?" Mr. Roberts was only too pleased to indulge the young man. Strangely he had just discovered that the nerves in his fingers were linked directly to his prick. This time he offered two fingers, and Peter leaned forward to taste the soup again. Looking directly into Mr. Roberts's eyes, he took both fingers right into his mouth, and closed his eyes as he sucked them clean, licking round them both with his tongue for good measure. As Mr. Roberts's fingers were released, Peter let out a small smiling, "hmmmm" of naughty pleasure, taking a napkin to wipe off a little dribble of saliva he had let run down his chin. "Good grief!" Thought Edward, "If I didn't know him better I would say he was completely innocent of the effect he is having on this poor man." Encouraged by the attention and fun he was having, Peter couldn't resist one more episode, before the soup was finished. Surreptitiously, he held two spoonfuls of chicken soup in his mouth, and then pretended to have a small coughing fit. As the two older men watched with concern changing to lust, his mouth opened slightly allowing some of the creamy liquid to run around his lips, before sliding down to his chin. He looked as though he had just taken a mouthful of, well, chicken soup. Or something very similar. Edward frowned at his "nephew" and said, "If you don't start behaving nicely, you'll get a repeat of what happened earlier. Without any trunks!" Mr. Roberts looked at Edward and then Peter, asking, "So, um, did your Uncle actually, er,..." "Yes, he did!" said Peter, looking sulky. He made me lay across his lap on the bed and spanked me. Just for being nice!" "And if you don't start behaving like a good boy, you will get more, Peter." Said Uncle Edward. Peter stuck his tongue out, to which Uncle Edward responded, "It'll mean a visit from Mr. C you know. Tell our friend what that means." Peter looked at them both, wide eyed in embarrassment, "Uncle. Shush!" he whispered. "Don't tell people what you do, it's embarrassing!" "I'm not going to tell anyone, Peter," replied Uncle Edward, "But you will if you don't behave." The two older men continued chatting through the main course, and Peter waited patiently for the sweet, already planning his next assault on Mr. Roberts's senses. It was of course the inevitable banana split. The banana lying in whipped cream with a strawberry on the top. Peter had great fun displaying his ability with the banana, licking cream off it, sliding it into his mouth and out, scooping up some more cream on the end, and licking it off again. Of course, he always left a little on the corners of his mouth, so that he could extend his tongue and lick it around, before sliding it slowly back through almost closed lips. The strawberry ended up balanced on some cream on the end of the large, firm curved fruit, and was licked into submission as he slowly enveloped it with his lips, before finishing it off. He had almost finished his dessert before they had started, so entrancing was his "innocent" display of lasciviousness. At the end of the meal, Edward and Mr. Roberts retired to the bar for a nightcap, while Peter had a turn on the pool table. About twenty minutes later, Uncle Edward and Peter had just arrived in their room. Peter went into the bathroom to get ready for bed, dying to let his Uncle get his hands on him. They had been building up to this all day, and the flirting and teasing with Mr. Roberts had nearly driven Peter wild. As Peter was brushing his teeth he thought he had heard voices from the main room, but there were none when he finished. Edward came into the bathroom just as Peter was finishing a quick wash. "Did I hear voices, Uncle? While I was brushing my teeth?" Asked Peter. "No, I was just catching the news on the television." Replied Edward, who was hiding something behind his back. "You were very cruel to poor Mr. Roberts, Peter. I am going to have to punish you for that you know." He said, trying to sound severe but in reality adoring the naked young man before him. "Oh, Uncle. Please don't be cross. I was just happy to be here and having some fun. I didn't mean to..." said Peter, plaintively. "Silence now. Put a towel round yourself. Showing yourself naked all the time. You should be ashamed." Said Uncle Edward handing him a large bath towel. As Peter put it on, hiding his nudity, Uncle Edward continued, "I am going to make you wear this blindfold while you are punished, to add to the sense of being so bad." Peter looked wide eyed, both in fear and pleasure. This would be a first, and something he had always wanted to try. Uncle had come up trumps again. "Oh, Uncle!" he said, fearfully, "How will I know where I am going, I won't be able to see anything, and..." "Be quiet, Peter. You won't be leaving the room dressed in only a towel. I will lead you to the bed and punish you there." Said Uncle Edward. With the blindfold on, Edward led Peter out of the bathroom, past an armchair, past the dressing table and wardrobe, and over to the bed. Mr. Roberts, wearing only a dressing gown, was sitting very quietly in the armchair, unnoticed by the blindfolded Peter. "I expect you'd love it if I let you roam free wearing only a towel wouldn't you, Peter?" asked Uncle Edward. "Yes, but you know I get embarrassed if strangers see me naked so I expect it would stay on, Uncle." Replied Peter. Anyway, Mr. Roberts doesn't know what I am like with you, and what we do. I expect he will be a nice as pie in the morning at breakfast. You know me, Uncle. Pure as the driven snow...OWWww!" exclaimed Peter as he felt Uncle's hand descend upon his bottom. "Snow doesn't tease and flirt. If it did it would melt, which it would on your bottom soon when I have warmed it up." Said Uncle Edward. He sat on the bed and made young Peter lay across his lap. "Now I am going to spank your naughty bottom to get it warmed up, before Mr. C comes to visit.!" Peter cried out softly as each blow fell, alternating between cheeks, sometimes in the middle, sometimes higher and sometimes lower. Mr. Roberts was already busy fondling his erection, entranced by the sight before him. "This is for being such a tease to Mr. Roberts." Said Uncle Edward. "I have a good mind to ask him here to witness this and the caning you are about to suffer." He continued. "Oh, Uncle! You wouldn't!" Cried Peter. "You know how embarrassed I'd be if he knew. I love what we do together, but wouldn't want anyone else to know!" Uncle Edward stood Peter up, and they exchanged a long lingering kiss, with Peter's nipples being included as well. The bulge in the towel was beginning to match the one under Edward's dressing gown, though not as full as the exposed one from Mr. Roberts's now. "Well, just so you can imagine what it feels like, we'll have a little pretend." Said Uncle Edward. "Let's pretend that Mr. Roberts is in the room, watching. He has seen you get spanked but I think it only right that he be the one to undress you for the cane. After all, you have been teasing him all night." Peter bit his bottom lip, and gave a small giggle. "That would be so dirty, Uncle. Letting someone else undress me and see me in the nude." Uncle Edward led the blindfolded Peter over to the armchair, signalling with a finger to his lip for Mr. Roberts to remain still and quiet. He crouched down next to Mr. Roberts and said, "Ok, Peter. Mr. Roberts is sitting right in front of you. What are you going to ask him to do?" Peter clasped his hands together, wringing them in shame, and said in a plaintive voice, "Mr. Roberts. I'm sorry for t t teasing you, sir. My Uncle is going to c cane my naughty b bottom because I was being rude. P Please, will you take the towel off me, sir. Please?" Edward gently nudged Mr. Roberts's arm, who leaned forward and slowly undid the towel. It gently fell away revealing the best surprise of all for the astounded ex teacher. Peter was fully shaved except for the small tuft of hair just above the base of his penis. He looked for all the world like a very young teenager. As Peter's prick throbbed once, twice in the air, Uncle Edward led him over to the dressing table, his stiffness bobbling as he walked awkwardly due to the blindfold. He had decided to cane Peter here so that Mr. Roberts could see his face and front in the mirror, and his bottom in the flesh. He made Peter stand upright, and told him to count each of the strokes and thank him nicely for each one, which Peter thought was extremely erotic. Particularly as a stranger was watching (well, not really, but the thought was very dirty!). As the first blow fell, Peter's little bottom jerked forward, making his prick bounce very nicely. "Aaaah! One, Sir. Th thank you, Uncle" said Peter. The scene was repeated a dozen times, and Peter's bottom, criss crossed with little pink marks was nearly more than Mr. Roberts could bear. As the caning finished, Edward turned Peter to face the bed, then crossed to it, and sat perched on the end. He then leaned back, his erect prick throbbing in the half light, and said to Peter, "Now you can come show me how sorry you are. I have a present here for you if you can find it." Peter started to step across the room, but still blindfolded, he was unsure if he might bump into something so he knelt down, and approached while kneeling upright, his arms outstretched. He found his uncle, and realised what was expected of him. "Uncle," he said, mischievously, "It's a good job Mr. Roberts isn't here, I couldn't possibly let him see what I am going to do you." "Yes, you are a dirty little boy," smiled Uncle Edward as he ran his hands over Peter's face and neck, slipping a finger into his mouth for a practise lick. Peter felt Uncle's hand slide round to the back of his neck, and realised the moment had come when he had to do the dirtiest thing he could imagine. He licked his lips, and lowered his head slowly to the hot, stiff, present awaiting him. It jumped as he licked it from top to bottom, and all around the head. He giggled softly as he felt this. "Uncle, it's talking to me, again. What is it saying?" Edward gasped with pleasure as Peter's head dipped and took the end into his mouth. "It's saying how much Uncle likes you doing this, and what Mr. Roberts would do if he could see you now." "He would probably want to spank my bare bottom as well as you, and even touch me afterwards." Mumbled Peter with his mouth full. "Would you like that, Peter?" asked Uncle Edward, his uncertainty wavering as the pleasure increased. "Only if you wanted me to, Uncle." slurped the boy, dripping saliva onto his chin. "You know I would do anything for you, anything, at all." As Peter's head bobbed up and down his uncle's shaft, he began to rub it as well. Then reached a hand up to let his Uncle lick his fingers before searching out his uncles nipples and rolling them between his wet digits. This was becoming too much of a hot scene for Mr. Roberts, who was having difficulty holding back the build of sperm that was threatening to erupt into his busy hand. Watching the gorgeous young lad on his knees, lasciviously lapping on his Uncle's prick, fondling him, and so obviously enjoying it. He had to keep letting go of himself, and grip the arms of the chair he was sitting in. Edward glanced across and admired his quivering erection, and his willpower. "Well, you won't be getting your hands on my little nephew, tonight," He thought, "but the idea is quite exciting." He knew he wasn't far from coming, and knew how much Peter liked to feel it splashing onto his bottom. He had an idea to reward such a good boy. Easing Peter's head from his prick, he helped him to his feet and lay him on the edge of the bed. "Uncle has another present for you now, Peter," he said softly, and signalled to Mr. Roberts to very quietly come over and join them. He had noticed how close he was to coming, and was hoping they could do it together, giving Peter a double shower. He told Peter to start playing with himself as well, so he lifted his bottom into the air and finally began to rub his own engorged cock. "Oh, Uncle" he gasped, his hips beginning to quiver with pleasure, "I couldn't do this in front of Mr. Roberts! Or anybody! I am so pleased he isn't here, what would he think of me? I couldn't face him at breakfast, it would be too embarrassing." The thought of `anybody', as in several strangers watching and masturbating over his nephew was too much of a picture for Edward to contain himself. He groaned and cried out in pleasure as he squirted jet after jet of hot sperm onto his Nephew's quivering bottom. Mr. Roberts was also overcome with the sight and just managed to remain silent he added to the rivulets and puddles of pleasure that were spreading across Peter's cheeks. Peter was amazed at the copious amounts he was feeling and thought it due to the frustration and anticipation of a full day of sex play. He too felt the rise of excitement as he called out to his Uncle, "I'm going to come, Uncle!" Edward began to gently fondle the boys puckered little anus, and leant forward to pinch his nipple gently, knowing how much this would add to his Nephew's pleasure. Peter groaned, "Oh yesss. Uncle, I I'm going to, You're making, Uncle, you're making me come, I'm com, com, OH! Uuuurrrgh, Nnnnn, ohhhhhh!" and he too let fly a series of spurts from his prick, his bottom hole puckering and closing as each one erupted. After a few moments, Uncle Edward turned Peter over and lay with him, holding him softly and lavishing gentle kisses on him. Peter responded and as they kissed deeply, Mr. Roberts made a silent exit from the room. After Mr. Roberts had gone, Uncle Edward removed Peter's blindfold and they cleaned each other up before going to bed for a thoroughly earned sleep. The next morning, Peter noticed Mr. Roberts at the breakfast buffet, and with memories of his thoughts last night blushed while muttering, "Good morning, Mr. Roberts." All the while trying to stop a grin crossing his face. "What would Mr' Roberts think if he knew he was included in their fantasy talk last night?" he wondered. Once again, Uncle invited Mr. Roberts to join them, and the three of them spent a leisurely breakfast. Peter glanced at Mr. Roberts once or twice, remembering last night, and imagining what it would have felt like if he had been there. "If only you knew, Mr. Roberts, Sir" he thought to himself. Crossing his legs and squeezing his thighs together in little burst of pleasure at the idea. Mr. Roberts also slipped a couple of glances in Peter's direction, and stared openly at the lad as he went to fetch some more juice from the buffet. His legs again on display, and he was sure there were no pants beneath the silky shorts he was wearing. "If only you knew, my lad." He thought to himself. They discussed the day's plans, and Mr. Roberts pointed out that there was a secluded beach only a couple of miles away which he sometimes visited. Uncle Edward asked Peter if he would like to go there, and the reply, "Ooh, Yes please, Uncle!" made them both chuckle. They had already decided to wander round the local shops first, so no time was set, though it was agreed that if Mr. Roberts was going he might see them there. The three of them left the table in a hopeful mood. After a morning wandering round the shops, and sitting on a park bench, Edward decided they could spend the afternoon at Mr. Roberts's `secluded beach'. He knew full well what `secluded' meant. Nudity and possibly more. He would have to keep a close eye on his nephew, but it could be fun for them both. They returned to the hotel, and after a naked kiss and cuddle, they slipped on their trunks, packed a small bag and left for the beach dressed in tee shirts and shorts. Unnoticed by Peter, Uncle Edward had secreted a length of cord in the bottom of the bag. They soon found the place, for Mr. Roberts's directions were very good. "He must come here quite often then." Thought Edward to himself. Once they were away from the road, Peter suggested taking off all but the minimum of clothing to make a start on the tan. "He's started already." Thought Edward with a smile. They helped each other undress down to trunks and shoes and having placed their surplus clothing in the bag they moved on. The Beach area was quite stony, and spread quite a long way back from the shore. There were plenty of bushes and secluded areas, and in some cases thick enough to include a small tree or two. As they moved further along, looking for the right place to settle down, they noticed there was an area where several other bathers had made some space for themselves, but there were still plenty of secluded spots available. They soon found a spot, where they could lay in the sun, but surrounded by bushes they wouldn't be seen by anyone else. Edward was happier with this, preferring a little privacy with his nephew. Looking around before he settled, Peter noticed that not far away was a larger clump of bushes, they were quite high, and an old tree stood in the centre. He could also make out two or three other bathers in separate places, all older than him, two of which were obviously naked. He finally lay down next to his Uncle and they began to rub oil into each others bodies, kissing and cuddling up as they removed the last of their clothes. They lay there for a while, chatting and reading, until Uncle Edward appeared to doze off. Peter was wide awake, and anxious to explore. As he carefully stood up, Uncle Edward opened one eye and said, "If you are going for a wander, put something on. I wouldn't want you to get into any trouble, Peter." "Yes, Uncle." Peter replied with a sigh, and slipped on his tight blue trunks. As soon as he had stepped out of Uncle's sight, he pulled them a bit tighter, and carefully folded the top down to expose a little bottom cleavage. As he walked around he noticed it was difficult to be quiet as the stones sounded every step he took. He drew admiring smiles and, "Hello's" from the other bathers. He exchanged pleasantries with two of them, noticing that one had covered himself with a small towel as Peter had approached. Much to his surprise, as he wandered round one bush, he saw Mr. Roberts, also covered with a small towel. Peter walked over and they began talking. After a minute or so Mr. Roberts asked Peter with a smile if his uncle had spanked him last night like he said he would while they were dining. Peter reddened and said he had, and worse, which he sometimes did if Peter was particularly naughty. Of course, Mr. Roberts had seen the whole thing, but this confirmed that Peter still didn't know that. "And worse?" asked Mr. Roberts, "What could be worse than a spanked bottom?" he enquired. Peter knelt down next to him so as not to speak too loud, anyone might hear. "He, well, sometimes, he umm, canes my bottom, only th then," he gulped nervously, looking around, "Then it has to be on my bare bottom." He felt the stirrings of lust in his groin as he said this, and noticed a distinct twitch beneath the small towel covering Mr. Roberts's parts. "Oh, you poor thing," said Mr. Roberts, placing a hand gently on Peter's thigh, "That must hurt terribly. I expect you hate it." He said softly. Peter felt a jolt through him as Mr. Roberts touched his leg, and said it didn't hurt too much, but was a little embarrassing sometimes. "Why is that, Peter?" asked Mr. Roberts, letting his fingers linger on Peter's thigh. "Well, um, sometimes, I get, um, well, I get a little sti..." Peter stopped in mid sentence as he heard stony steps approaching, and looked up to see Uncle Edward approaching. He quickly jumped up and Edward took in the scene. There was Mr. Roberts, modestly covering himself in the boy's presence, while Peter had clearly covered himself with as little of his trunks as possible. Also he could make out the tell tale bulge of growing excitement and a small spot of moisture, showing darker blue. Peter's guilt was evident by the way he leapt to his feet as his Uncle approached. Uncle Edward smiled a bright hello to Mr. Roberts and asked if his nephew was disturbing him. When Edward joined them he said a cheery, "Hello" to Mr. Roberts and then smacked Peter's bottom, saying, "I told you not to be nuisance. I expect you disturbed Mr. Roberts's rest." He smacked him again, being sure to hit the bare part of Peter's cheek, not the slightly covered part. Peter cried out in surprise, as Uncle Edward continued to Mr. Roberts, "I must apologise for my nephew, he doesn't seem to realise he shouldn't disturb people. "Not in the least, Edward," replied Mr. Roberts, "I was enjoying his company." Uncle Edward turned to Peter and said, "Mr. Roberts is clearly a very polite and nice man, and doesn't want to see you in trouble. However I have told you before about wandering off, and disturbing others. Go back to our spot and wait for me, I will deal with you shortly. Just be grateful I don't send you back naked." "Oh, I wish you would, Uncle!" Thought Peter as he walked back, knowing what would happen next. Uncle Edward and Mr. Roberts continued chatting for a while, and a few minutes later Peter heard his Uncle's approach. After a telling off, Peter was made to lay down on his tummy, and stick his bottom in the air, still wearing his trunks. Uncle then spanked him a dozen times, telling him how naughty he was for continuing to chat up strange men. Each smack was quite loud, and Peter's cries even louder. He knew the smacks could probably be heard by some of the others, and his cries of pain (and growing excitement), were growing louder. When he stopped, Uncle Edward told Peter to go and find a suitable stick for a caning. He explained he didn't expect to have to be doing this so hadn't brought one. Peter thought that having to go and a find a stick for his Uncle to punish him with was particularly humiliating, though not a little exciting. He just hoped no one saw him. He sloped off, sticking close to the edge of bushes, trying to be quiet, poking around trying to find something that wouldn't hurt too much. He thought he had found something suitable inside a bush, and knelt down to see if he could retrieve it, but it was out of reach. He was surprised to hear a voice right next to him ask, "Have you lost something, sonny?" He whipped his head round in surprise and came face to face with a man's penis waving in the air. He looked up from his kneeling position and saw one of the naked bathers looking kindly down at him. "Oh! Y, you made me jump, sir." Gasped Peter. He remained kneeling, and looked up the man who seemed very nice, with his nice smile and soft voice. He was in his sixties, but well tanned and quite slim. "Sorry, about that," said the man, "Did you want some help there?" Peter couldn't help notice the twitch in the object swaying before his eyes. He went to stand, and the man reached out a hand and helped him to his feet, bringing them very close together. "Tell me what it is you are looking for," said the man, "I might be able to help you." Peter wasn't sure, but was there a hidden message there somewhere? He stepped back and nervously began to explain that he was here with his Uncle, who was cross with him, and had told him to find a stick to cane him with. It only took a minute to explain, but already he noticed a distinct stirring in the man's prick. The man said he would love to help and they both began searching. After a couple of minutes, the man called Peter over and handed him a nice smooth stick, which he had just broken from the tree in the thicker bushes. "Oh, yes, that looks like a nice one," said Peter, "Where did you find it?" The man took him by the hand and led him into the thicker bushes and showed him the tree. It was very shady in here, and Peter, already feeling excitement building, had a distinct rush of blood to his cock as he realised he was standing out of sight with a naked stranger, who had just handed him stick to be caned with. On his bare bottom! When he saw the tree, he noticed it had some string dangling from a couple of higher branches, and asked the man what they might be for. "Probably to tie naughty boys to before they are punished, so they can't run away." Said the man with a chuckle. Peter noticed the man now had an almost full erection, and hoped he wouldn't want to do something to make Uncle even more cross. He quickly edged away, shyly thanking the man with a smile for his help, and walked back to Uncle, trying to hide the stick from the view of the other bathers. What would they think if they saw him return with a stick, having already heard his bottom being smacked, and his cries? He reddened in a mixture of shame and dirty excitement, his tummy beginning to churn. "Well, you certainly took your time," said Uncle Edward as peter returned. "I suppose you've been exhibiting your body to all and sundry again have you?" He asked as he stood to retrieve the stick from the boy. Peter noticed he was also stiff, though his Uncle's was much the nicest he had seen that day. Peter sidled up to his Uncle and kissed him, then asked, "Uncle? How about I kiss you down there, for a while? Would that help you forget about the stick? Please? Uncle? Sir?" He began to slide down his Uncle slim, tanned body. Uncle Edward swatted Peter's backside with the stick, saying, "No, you dirty little boy. Punishment first, then we will see how good you can be." Reaching into the bottom of the bag, he produced a length of cord. He told peter to turn around and tied his hands lightly behind his back. He continued, "You know a caning is always applied to a bare bottom. Seeing as you enjoy flaunting your nude body to others so much, I want you to go and ask Mr. Roberts nicely if he will peel your trunks down to your ankles, and then you can return here, like that, for your punishment. If you fail to return in two minutes with your trunks round your ankles I will double the punishment, from 12 to 24 strokes." Peter was astonished. He must have really annoyed his Uncle! If that was the case 24 strokes would hurt. A lot. But to ask someone to undress him, and walk about naked, how embarrassing. He pictured himself in his mind's eye, how embarrassing! How excruciatingly, absolutely, totally, exciting! He tried to keep a straight face, and loved his Uncle all the more for dreaming up such wonderfully dirty ideas. "Y yes, Uncle. I'll be as quick as I can, Uncle." Said Peter with downcast eyes. He left the safety of their secluded spot, and sought out Mr. Roberts. "Hello again, Peter," said Mr. Roberts, with a smile, his modesty still covered with a hastily arranged towel. "I heard you and your Uncle just now, I hope it didn't hurt too much." "Well, it did a bit, but um, I need you to help me, if, if you can." Said Peter sheepishly. "Certainly, Peter, what can I do for you?" asked Mr. Roberts. "Well, it's a bit embarrassing, but Uncle has decided to um, c c cane my bottom." Gulped Peter. "B but he says, oh my," he paused for breath, "He says it must be on my bare bot bottom. He has tied my hands together and says I have to ask if you w would be k kind enough to um." He took a deep nervous swallow, and continued with a scarlet face, "If you would pull my trunks down, right the way to my ankles, so I can go back ready for him." Mr. Roberts sat up, his towel slipping away slightly, "But Peter! That would mean you walking all the way back naked. Showing yourself to anyone who could see. They could see your bottom, and your prick, everything!" he gasped in disbelief at his luck. "I know, S Sir." Replied Peter shamefully. "But that is what he said, and he said I only have two minutes to get back or he would double the punishment!" "Well then, let's get started shall we?" said Mr. Roberts. As he knelt up his towel fell away and Peter could see that he was also erect, which meant his Uncle, the man who found the stick, Mr. Roberts and now, oh, gosh! Himself! As Mr. Roberts peeled his blue trunks over his bottom, over his hips, and started to slide them down his thighs, Peter's erection sprang free. He had forgotten his newly shaven state, and that only added to the shame. "Oh my goodness! Look at that!" exclaimed Mr. Roberts, as Peter's trunks fell from his knees to his ankles. Such a beauty, and you have almost no hair, you naughty little by. No wonder Uncle is so protective and cross with you." He turned Peter round, admiring his slightly reddened bottom and sent him on his way. He watched Peter hobble back, drooling over the quivering bottom cheeks as the lad returned to his Uncle. It was difficult enough trying to walk quietly over the stones when dressed, but with his trunks round his ankles, and his hands tied, Peter made so much noise that the man who found the stick stood up and saw him. Peter noticed the man begin to fondle himself as he watched the boy's naked, shaven body struggle back, his erection waving and bobbing as he went. Finally Peter returned to his Uncle. "Five minutes, Peter." He said sternly. "I suppose you came the long way to expose yourself to as many as possible, you dirty little boy. That means double the strokes." Peter was dreading the punishment, knowing that if Uncle was really cross it would hurt terribly. "Please, Uncle," he asked sheepishly, "Please couldn't you just do 12? I'd be awfully good to you afterwards. I promise." "You'll be awfully good to me afterwards anyway. But you have to learn not to run around naked, disturbing other people." He examined the stick. "This is a nice one," he said, giving it a little bend and a practice swish. "Where did you find it?" Peter explained that a man helped him to find it, and it was from a small tree in the thicker bushes. Uncle gasped. "You mean you told a complete stranger what was going to happen, why you were looking for this?" "Well, yes, Uncle, he asked if was looking for something and I, um, well it just sort of came out!" replied Peter guiltily. "I bet it did. Right then, I think as you enjoy letting others see you run around in the nude, they should also see how you wriggle with a striped bottom. Follow me." Said Uncle firmly. They both left the clearing, Peter still tied, hobbled by his blue trunks and waving his erection in the air. His Uncle was equally stiff, knowing what was about to happen. As they made their way to the thicker bushes where the tree stood, Mr. Roberts and the other man stood and watched. As Peter led his uncle into the area where the tree was, Edward noticed the string hanging down, and had an idea. He untied Peter's hands, then threw the cord over a branch, and tied Peter's hands to it. Then he pulled it up slowly to raise the naked young man onto his toes, before tying it off. Peter's erection had subsided a little, due to the uncertainty of the situation, but uncle soon had him writhing and groaning in pleasure. Fondling and kissing his nipples, running his nails down Peter's back and telling him what a delightful sight he was, naked, stretched up, available for all to see. Ready for strangers to come and witness his punishment. As indeed they had. Mr. Roberts and the other man had heard Peter's joyful sounds, and come to investigate. They both walked around in front of him, and he could see their clearly aroused state. They began to fondle themselves, glancing occasionally at each other, but taking in the naked Peter most of the time. "If you are a good boy, and count each stroke, thanking me as well, I will only give you twelve." Whispered Uncle Edward into his ear, giving it a lick for good measure and bringing a shudder pleasure from the naked boy. "Mmmmnnnnn. Yesss, Uncle." Replied Peter, in ecstasy as his uncle toyed with his nipples. Uncle stood back and Peter felt the stick lightly tapping on his bottom, knowing the two watching men were anticipating the act that was about to unfold before them. He cried out as the first blow fell, his hips thrusting forwards, his erection rising and falling in the air. "Aaaahhhh! One, Uncle. Th thank you, Uncle" Again he felt the stick descend, on a different spot, and again he threw his hips forward, displaying his shaven state in all its glory to the two men, masturbating as they watched his nakedness writhe. "AAAAhhhhh! T Two, Uncle. Th thank you Uncle" he whimpered. After four more strokes, each accompanied by an exhibiting thrust, further cries, counts and thanks, Uncle Edward paused. He and Peter gazed on as the man knelt down and took Mr. Roberts's erection into his mouth. These two continued to watch as Uncle slipped the cane between Peter's bottom cheeks and slowly eased it back and forth, stimulating his tight little orifice. Peter gasped in pleasure at the feel of the stick as it slid over his secret place. The stick had felt so smooth, but over the tender orifice it felt rougher and Sssssoooo good! As the two men continued their sexual encounter in front of him, watching him all the time, Uncle Edward tapped his bottom and the next six strokes fell. Equally painful and exciting, Peter was crying out as he witnessed the two watchers perform lewdly on each other, driven on as they were by their own pleasure and the spectacle before them. Finally the caning was over, and Uncle Edward took his time kissing, and caressing his naked Nephew, to the delight of all. Peter was responsive and wriggled, writhed and cried out as his Uncle used his fingers, lips and tongue to full measure. He then untied Peter from the tree branch, and refastened his hands behind his back. Peter immediately fell to his knees, gazing upon his Uncle's erection, licking his lips in readiness. "Look at that dirty little boy," said Mr. Roberts to the other man, "He can't wait to get his master into his mouth!" Peter's excitement knew no bounds, his shyness and nerves entirely gone, knowing the two men were enjoying every moment of his performance. As Uncle Edward stepped forward, he ducked his head and licked his Uncle's stiffness for few moments. Finally he opened his mouth and Uncle slipped into the warmth and moisture of his salivating Nephew. As Peter's head bobbed back and forth, Mr. Roberts said he never witnessed such a craven lad. Peter closed his eyes and pictured the scene. Here he was, shaven, naked and bound. On his knees, with his Uncle's erection in his mouth as he eagerly sucked on it, his head sliding back and forth. Two other naked men were watching and pleasuring themselves at the scene, and all in the open air. He was aching for someone to touch his wildly throbbing prick. His uncle eased his head away, and Peter knew he was close to coming. Oh how he loved giving his uncle the ultimate pleasure. He also knew he would now have to stand and have his Uncle's sperm splash over him, again in front of two complete, though appreciative, strangers. Uncle Edward helped him up, untied him, and told him to show the two men what a dirty little boy he could be, and to start touching himself. They both stood and gazed at Peter as he eagerly complied. Uncle Edward began to fondle Peter's back, and then slipped his hand lower, and still lower. Finally he was running a finger round the boy's wet little ring. He beckoned the two men over and told them how much Peter liked having his nipples kissed, they eagerly complied. As the four of them masturbated furiously in abandoned lust, Peter felt his nipples being kissed and lightly nibbled by each of the men. Then to his utter pleasure he felt Uncle's finger slip gently into his bottom. As his cries rose an octave and he lifted himself onto his toes, the two men heightened their attentions to themselves and Peter. Then Peter felt the splashing of sperm on his stomach and thighs as Mr. Roberts could hold out no more. Next it was the man who found the stick, standing back and releasing jets over Peter's other side. As Peter's lust grew, his Uncle slipped his finger out and slid his hot, stiff erection between Peter's smooth striped cheeks, and Peter felt the hot cream erupt from his Uncle, all around his tight little hole. This was too much even for Peter, and he too cried out for his Uncle as he came uproariously to the delight of the onlookers. Uncle gently laid him down, and they lay quietly and lovingly together as the other two slipped away. After a couple of minutes, they returned, naked, replete, and thoroughly happy with each other to their secluded spot, where they took great delight in cleaning other off, rubbing sun oil into each other, and falling asleep. As he dropped off, Uncle said, "That should stop you running off for a while." To which Peter, replied, sleepily, "Yes, Uncle Edward. Until the next time." As they both chuckled, Uncle Edward playfully slapped Peter's naked bottom again and left his hand there, to play lovingly as they dozed. Thank you for reading. All positive or constructive feedback is welcome.