Date: Tue, 29 Jan 2008 17:44:00 -0800 From: Skinny Dipper Subject: Beginner's Band The boys in this story are real and most of the events were real. Various details have been changed to respect the privacy of those involved. Although inspired by true events, this is a work of fiction. If your political locale frowns on people of your age reading about nudity, masturbation, or other features of childhood sexuality, please stop reading now. The political stance of this story is that boys should not be made to feel ashamed of their bodies, should not be discouraged from their normal sexual explorations and sex play, and should be encouraged to grow up free and unwarped by the leftover attitudes of the Victorian era. At the time of the story, my friends and I were nine and a half to ten years old; my little brother was six. To an adult, we had homosexual orgies, but to us we were just learning about ourselves and having fun. Our play was then, and still is, fairly typical of the experiences of boys growing up. Boys in 21st century America are still made to feel ashamed of their bodies, but they are no longer forced to overcome that shame as they were in the 1950's and 60's. Is that a change for the better? ______________ BEGINNERS BAND "Hey, did you hear about the band picnic at the end of the school year? My big brother's friends were teasing me about it yesterday." Billy was my best friend in all the fourth grade. He sounded a little worried. We were walking home together with Paul and John in the warm spring afternoon after practice with our saxes and schoolbooks. "Un huh. Why were they teasing you?" "Dunno. Something about initiations and who would get to initiate me. Bobby said he was my brother so he would get to decide. He said the bigger boys get to initiate us beginners at the picnic, and then he told me not to worry about anything. But I wasn't worried till he said that. His friends sure looked at each other funny, though." "I heard something" said Paul. "I heard that last year they took Jack Campbell - you know, the thin boy in fifth grade who plays trumpet? - anyway they took him in the woods and made him take off his shirt. And then they made him take off his shoes and socks. And then...: "What?" "And then he had to pull down his pants. Right in front of them." "They did? How?" "AND they made him take them off. So then he was there in just his underpants." "He was! Nothing else on but underpants?" "Yeah. And then they made him pull down his underpants..." "Oh no. I don't believe that!" "...and then take them off. So he was stripped bare butt naked. Right in front of them, bare-naked with no clothes on at all, right there in the woods." "No!" "Yes they did." "Not his underpants too?" "Uh huh. They made him get all bare-naked. And they threw his clothes all up into a tree, so he was bare-naked and couldn't get his clothes at all." "And they could see his dick and everything? Really?" "That's what he told me." "Nobody's gonna do that to me!" I said. "I'll fight them if they want to take off my clothes." "No, Dougie, you don't understand," said Paul. "We have to get initiated. If we don't, we can't be in the band. And the boys who initiate you get to do anything they want to. You have to do what they say. Jack says that if they say you have to strip naked, then you just have to do it. They didn't take his clothes off. They made him take them off himself." "Ohhhh..." "And then they said that if he didn't take his hands away from hiding his dick, they would say that he didn't want to be initiated and he'd have to leave the band. They said he'd have to be all bare-naked at band camp in the summer anyway, so he better get used to it. They said you're not allowed to wear swimsuits at camp and you have to take showers all naked with the other boys, and you can't wear pajamas at night, and..." "Whoa. Billy is that true? Your brother went to camp last year." "Oh, Dougie, I think it might be. Bobby never said exactly, but one day I was putting on my PJ's and he said that I wouldn't need them this summer. I thought he meant that I would outgrow them, but...maybe. And he does tell me that big boys don't hide their dicks from each other, 'cause they're all boys and everybody got the same thing. Course we take baths together and stuff because we're brothers." "Well, can you ask him please. We really need to know about this initiation stuff and band camp and all, right guys?" Billy peeled off to the side street that led to his house. We walked on in silence, lost in thought. Would I have to strip naked in front of big boys out in the woods? If I did, would I ever get my clothes back? They would laugh at me for being bare-naked and they wouldn't let me hide my dick. I felt sick and scared. Could I figure out a way to keep my belt from coming undone so that they couldn't pull my pants down? No, Jack said that you have to do it yourself as part of the initiation. Would I cry? What would happen to me if I cried? I couldn't even begin to think about band camp. Oh, wow... After supper I asked daddy if I could call Uncle Bill. "Sure, but why, Dougie?" "I wanted to ask him some stuff about band." Uncle Bill was my mom's little brother. He was eighteen now and had been in the band since he was ten, like me. Bill was my most favorite uncle, and I would trust him with anything. If anybody could tell me the truth, he would. My dad had never been in band, and the band program in our town was only for boys, so mom couldn't help. Anyway, how could I ask mom about these worries? "Hi, Bill. It's Dougie." "Hello, nephew! What brings you calling me on this fine spring evening." "Bill, is it true that there's a band initiation at the spring picnic?" "Oh yeah, sure. It's a really big deal. There'll be two or three guys to do your initiation." Gulp. "But Bill, what do they do?" "Well, pretty much anything they want. Paint your face, or dress you in girls clothes, or" "Can they make you strip bare-naked?" "Sure. Lots of times that's just the beginning. Let's see, they can paddle you as long as they don't leave a mark. They can tie you up, or cover you with wet leaves. One time somebody got shaved bald. Sometimes they get two or three boys together and initiate them all together." "Bill, how can they do that?" "Well, it's just in fun, and it's tradition." "My friends say that in camp you have to go bear-naked a lot" "Oh, yeah. My first year, we had to go bare from shower time until morning. And of course, we always swim naked, just like in school or at the Y." "WHAT? You have to swim naked in school?" "Sure, Dougie, and you have to take a shower in school every day with the whole class too. Didn't you know that?" "I did not. Oh no." "And in camp, one day a bunch of us didn't want to go to swimming, so we said we were sick. So we went to the infirmary and the guy there said to take off all our clothes and lie down on the beds on our backs and the NURSE would be in to examine us. We all decided we'd rather be in swim class! I still don't know if he was serious. Anyway, Dougie, you really need to get used to the idea." "I see. Bill...does anybody ever cover up with their hands? I think I'd be so ashamed and embarrassed." "Gosh no! That's the very worst thing you could do. It means that you've got something to hide and that you're a baby. Best thing is to keep your hands behind you or at your sides. I know I haven't seen you bare for a few years, but I'm sure you have nothing to be ashamed of. You can even stick your dick out a little." "Does anybody ever cry?" "Yeah, sometimes. That's when everybody really has a good laugh. I mean, what's to cry about. You're gonna have to spend a lot of time with other boys and no clothes, so, well, grow up, you know." "OK. thanks Bill." "Anytime, squirt." ------- The next day at recess we boys got together to compare notes. "I asked him," Billy said. "And it's all true." "Oh, no!" moaned John, "even the stuff about camp?" "Yeah," I exclaimed, "my Uncle Bill says it's all true. And sometimes they make several boys get initiated together! And they can spank them too, and paint them, and all kinds of other stuff. And you have to swim bare-naked in school and take showers in school too. Ohhhhh." "Showers in school? Like every day?" "Yes. Maybe they have curtains or something." "No," said Paul. "Dad told me about that last year. It's just an open room with lots of shower heads. And the teacher takes roll-call right there, and if you don't shower you get punished, and everybody makes fun of you for being a sissy." "Guys, I think we're in trouble here," I said. "Uncle Bill says you gotta not cry and not act ashamed. And you can't put your hands or towel or anything in front 'cause it makes you look ashamed. But I don't know if I can. What can I do?" Of course, that would be the time the bell would ring to call us back in. ------- Later that day, I went into the basement where Daddy was working. He was always fixing or making something for work or for the house. Tools, grease, and wood shavings, that's him. "Daddy, can I ask you something?" "Of course, Dougie. Big something, or little something?" "Kinda big, I guess." "OK. Better sit down on the sawhorse, then. Let me wipe my hands off a sec." "Daddy, I heard that you have to take showers in school and stuff." "Sure you do. That starts in seventh grade, so a little more than two years." "But at band camp," "There too, I suppose. So that's bothering you?" "Yeah, and then swimming," "Oh sure, the boys skinny-dip in camp, I guess. At least we did in Scout camp, and I suppose Band Camp is the same. Is that what Uncle Bill said yesterday." "Yeah, and that you swim that way in school too." "Sure do. Did in the Navy too, you know. Pretty much anyplace where it's just guys, swimming suits are plain silly." "But aren't you embarrassed?" "No. Are you? You and I have been taking showers together since you were just a baby. Maybe it's ben a year or two but that's not long." "Not long! Daddy, thats a really long time." "I suppose so. But you and your little brother take baths together and stuff. And it's a job to keep any clothes on him a lot of the time. Why he spent most of last summer stark naked whenever he was at home." "Yes Daddy, but he's just little. I remember being that way too." "You sure were. You were so cute, and the doctor said the sunlight was good for your bones, so we always let you run bare. You never wanted clothes when it was warm until after you were in first grade.You'd come out from a bath and sit on top of the heating vent with the towel around you and just bop your tinkler back and forth. You really liked that." "Dad!" "Well, it's true. I always thought you were very comfortable with your body." "But..." He looked up at my eyes, welling with tears. "Come here, scout." He took me onto his lap and wrapped his arms around me and just held me for a few minutes. "You're really upset." I couldn't hold back any longer and started to sob. He rocked me gently until the tears dried up. "Better? Can you tell me?" "Oh Daddy, I'm so afraid. I'll cry or try to hide, or something. I don't want to act like a baby, but I don't think I can do it. And there's band initiation, and Jeff had to take off his shirt and pants and underpants and everything and go bare-naked. And what if I have to do that?" "Ahh, I see. Well, there's some things that can help." "Like what?" "Well, like maybe you and I should start taking showers together every so often again. You're not ashamed for me to see you, are you?" "Only maybe a little, Daddy, 'cause we haven't showered for a while. Don't you care if I see you." "Not at all, Dougie. I'm just fine with letting you see me naked whenever. Another thing that might help is if you stop wearing pajamas to bed. You know that I don't and lots of men don't. I'll square that with your mom. You can wear a bathrobe after bathing and before bed instead of PJ's." "That sounds OK, Daddy. Anything else?" "I could take you to the Y for swimming. That's always nude and there's lots of people." "That sounds like a good idea, if I could kinda take it slow." "I don't see why not." "Tomorrow's Saturday. Do you think maybe we could go then?" "It's a date. Now, no PJ's tonight, OK" "Love you Daddy." "Love you too, spud." ------- "Aren't ya gonna wear your PJ's tonight?" My little brother Timmy would notice something like that, of course. At six, he was a pretty good roommate, all things considered. "Nope. Daddy says I don't have to and that lots of big boys don't." "Then I don't have to, either," he declared, pulling down his pajama pants and tossing them onto his dresser. "No more, ha, ha" His tops followed onto the pile. His dick bounced up and down as he hopped off the bed and came over to my side of the room. "Betcha can't get me, can't get me, can't tickle me." Who could resist. Timmy loved to tease for a tickle. A quick grab at the armpits and he collapsed to the floor in gales of laughter. I popped quickly under the covers as Mom walked into the room. "Timmy! Get in the bed, now! Where's your PJ's.?" "On the dresser, Mommie." "Well, put 'em on, then." "No. Dougie doesn't havta, an I don wanna." "Fine, suit yourself." Dad must have talked to her. "Into bed now. Night prayers." "Now I lay me down to sleep n pray the lord my soul ta keep. Guard me Jesus through the night, an wake me with the morning light amen. God bless mommie an daddy, and grandpa, and gramma, and Dougie and Timmy, and everybody we love, amen." -------- Lying in bed with no clothes on sure felt strange. It was like my skin was more alive all over somehow. When I lay on my back, I could distinctly feel the sheet where it touched my dick and my tummy. When I put my hand on my tummy below my belly-button it almost felt ticklish. A long time ago I had found that I really liked being tickled. Uncle Bill was the best tickler and we could roll around while he would get me in the tummy and armpits and neck and legs. By the time I was three or four, I had found out that I could tickle myself in bed at night. I'd lie on my tummy and put my hands into my pajama pants below my belly button and wiggle my fingers. It felt even better if I pushed my dickie into the mattress and moved around to make little circles with it. I usually did this every night to help me go to sleep. When I was about six I started pulling down my pajama pants to the knees when I would tickle myself. It really felt so good to do. Now I didn't need to pull down my pajamas to have a tickle. I could just roll over and start, so I did. This felt mush better than ever, cause my whole front was moving on the mattress sheet. I could move my hands all over me. Mmmm. Finally the little shaking came that meant I was all tickled out. I wondered what the Y would be like? Would there be boys my age? Wouldn't they be ashamed? I imagined Billy with no clothes on, all bare-naked, swimming in the water. What would another boy see when he looked at me without clothes? Would I look OK? Timmy sure liked being bare. It didn't bother him at all. Daddy said I was that way, and I did remember that. Why did it change? Was it hearing everybody at school make jokes about dicks and underpants and bare butts? How they teased somebody if his zipper was down? Why would boys do that to each other if they were going to have to run around bare-naked together just a few years later? -------- I woke up on Saturday morning at 7:30, ready for one of the funner times of the week -- Saturday Morning Cartoons. Timmy had gotten up before I woke, so I had the bedrom to myself. We usually watched in our pajamas till they were over and the westerns started at around 10:30 with Roy Rogers, Sky King, and those shows. Since I didn't have any pj's on, I pulled on a t-shirt and jeans and ran out to the living room and our big sixteen inch tv. "Morning, Dougie. Can I have Frostie Flakes this morning?" On Saturdays we had special permission to have cereal in front of the TV if we used TV trays and didn't make a mess. I did the serving and Timmy did the cleanup 'cause Mom didn't trust Timmy to walk around with a bowl full of cereal and milk. Then again, if you let Timmy fix cereal you got like a spoonful of cereal and a quart of milk. "I'll check if we have enough. Do we watch Tom Terrific or Woody Woodpecker this time?" "Tom, and then Huckleberry Hound, 'cause that's a new one." Off to the kitchen for bowls, cereal, milk, spoons, and back to the TV. TV trays up for us to share the couch. Two commercial breaks later Timmy go up to take the bowls back to the Kitchen and wash up. Somehow it wasn't until then that I noticed that he was wearing the same thing he'd slept in, namely nothing. I was going to say something and tease him a little when something made me stop. I was wanting to do to him the kind of thing that I was getting upset about other boys doing to me - making me embarrased and ashamed of being naked, when I was going to have to be able to go that way when I was older. I didn't ever want Timmy to feel as bad about it as I did the other day. So being a good big brother meant not teasing him about his dick. Did it mean that I should "set a good example" about not caring if he saw me with no clothes on? More like Timmy was setting a good example for me! _ell, too late this morning, 'ca}se I was already dressed. Maybe next Saturday. My big Saturday chore was pulling weeds, so off to the back yard with a bucket and a screwdriver (to lever out the roots)I went. Dandelions and crabgrass, how I hated them! This day, I worked hard, because I had something to look forward to. Swimming in a real swimming pool was going to be a new experience. Although we would set up a wading pool in the back yard sometimes in the summer, the only time I had ever gotten to swim in more than six inches of water was when we would go for a two week vacation to one of the lakes in Wisconsin, where there was a gentle sloping beach into the water. A few times a year we would go out to the rock quarry where there was a swimming beach. Anyway, being able to go swimming was a real treat, and so was time with my daddy. The idea of having to do it bare-naked made me shake when I thought about it and made my chest feel all tight. But Daddy seemed to think that this was how to help me not feel that way, so I would trust him about that. After our lunch of salami sandwiches and chips, Mom said she was off to the grocery store with Timmy to do the shoppin while Daddy and I went out to "get some exercise". Before I could think much about it, I was in the car with Daddy on the way to the "Y". "Aweful quiet, Dougie, aren't you?" he said softly. "Worried." "Yeah, I guess," I answered, "What if they laugh at me? And, Daddy, I think I figured out something." "Oh?" "Yeah. You know, this morning, Timmy was watching cartoons with no clothes on at all - just sitting on the floor in front of the tv all bare-naked, like it was the bestest and most right thing to do." "Sure. It's getting to be warm weather and there's no reason for him to wear clothes if he doesn't want to at home." "OK, but I wanted to tease him about it. There were lots of ways I could have teased him - like 'I see your dick' or 'no clothes, baby' or just 'whooo.., whooo'. And then I thought that that's what happened to me. I really think that if somebody seems me bare that they ought to make fun of me, 'cause that's what boys do. In school if we see somebody's underpants or if their zipper is down, we make fun of them." "You know, you're probably right. But at the Y nobody will laugh at you, at least not for being naked. They might laugh at you for being modest... Well, here we are." We pulled into the parking lot. "Let's spend some time looking around first. That will help you get comfortable." Daddy stopped at the front desk and took care of membership stuff for us. "Free swim today is from 1 to 4. They just got started. Shall we see what the pool is like? They have some seats for spectators to watch during lessons and races. We can go there first." Daddy led me through the doors into the pool room. Light streamed in through windows set high in the wall. This pool looked huge. There were already a dozen or so men and boys swimming and diving. We climbed up onto the seats. Sure enough, we were the only people with any clothes on. I watched as a boy a little bigger than me got out of the pool at the ladder in front of us. Water streamed down his face from his hair and then down his chest and tummy. It dripped from his dick almost like he was peeing. He turned to the left and walked towards the lower diving board, then walked onto the board and bounced a couple of times before diving into the deep end of the pool. He swam underwater back to the ladder and climbed out again and set off toward the diving board. In the shallow end four boys were playing a game. One boy was sitting on the other boy's shoulders with his legs in front and the two top boys were pushing at each other to try and make one pair of boys fall over. They were laughing and splashing and looked like they were having a great time. They were also absolutely bare naked. The diving boy was back, getting up the ladder and out of the pool. This time, instead of turning, he walked up to Daddy and me. "Aren't ya gonna come in and swim?" he asked. I looked up at Daddy. "Sure we are, as soon as we get changed. This is Dougie's first time at the Y, so we thought we'd see what was going on first." "Oh, sure. My name's Jack. I'm eleven." "Dougie. Ten." "Come dive with me when you get changed, why dontcha?" "I'd like that, but I don't know if I know how." "No problem. I'll teachya, if it's Ok with your dad." "We'll see you in a bit, Jack," said Dad. "Is that the door to the locker room there?" The locker room was enormous. Dad had brought a lock and said that he had gotten one locker assigned to us. We found it in the second row. He opened it and started to take off his shoes. He nudged me and pointed to the end of the row. There was another boy with his dad there. The dad had all his clothes off, but the boy had his underpants on and both hands clamped tight on top of his dick. Tears were streaming down his face as he shook his head back and forth. "I guess you're not the only boy who is worried about taking off his clothes, Dougie. But I'm proud that you can control yourself and act grown-up. Here, hand me your shoes and socks, so I can put them at the bottom of the locker. That way they won't get our clothes dirty." What a great dad I had! He knew just how to make me feel better. "Let's get pants off next," he said as he unbuckled his belt and drew off his jeans. I did the same and we folded them up and put them into the locker. "Sometimes, you don't feel as strange if you leave your shirt on when you take off underwear," and he lowered his underpants. It had been a while since I had been this close to Daddy when he didn't have underpants on. His dick was pretty much like I remembered it, a little longer than my hand was wide and as thick as three of my fingers. He had hair all at the base and on his sack. It wiggled a little as he moved. I hooked my thumbs into the sides of my underpants. My heart was pounding. Daddy looked down at me, smiled, and nodded. "Take your time, Dougie. If you want, just go an inch at a time. No rush." I didn't think I could do it that way. I'd just freeze with the waistband not even clearing my dick. If I was going to do this, I'd have to just do it, like jumping off a cliff. And I'd better do it right now before I lost my nerve. I took a deep breath and shoved with both hands, pulling my underpants down to my knees. I pulled my right leg up and out and then sat down on the bench to pull them off my other leg. I held the underpants out away from my body and put my other hand behind my back as I gave them to Daddy. "No, sir. I'm no baby who has to hide. Here." As Daddy took my underpants, I grabbed by t-shirt and pulled it over my head in one motion and gave it to him. Daddy took off his shirt as well and locked everything up into the locker. From the other end of the row I heard "See. That boy knows how to act. He's not ashamed like some little sissie." Daddy raised an eyebrow and put his hand on my shoulder. "Dougie, I am so proud of you. That took courage for you. You're one brave kid. Let's go. We have to shower off first before we can go into the pool." I was feeling so good from Daddy's praise, that I hardly had time to feel strange walking down the row towards that showers. My dick bounced back and forth with each step. The boy at the end of the row was watching me. He looked to be about my age. "Do you want to laugh at me?" I asked. "No," he choked out in a tear-filled voice. "Well, I don't want to laugh at you either. So why not see me in the pool and we can swim together?" His dad gave me a big smile as I walked on to the showers. This was starting to feel good. After a quick shower, we picked up towels and went back to the pool. I had noticed that the men carried the towel over one arm, not wrapped around their waist, so that's how we walked. The pool was pretty warm, I guess, but it took my breath away when it touched my bare sack and then my dick. I hoped I'd get used to it soon. The pool was getting more swimmers in it now. Jack noticed me and swam up. "Hi again! So what do ya think? Is this great or what? Dja ever skinny-dip before?" "No, never. But it does sure feel nice. It kinda tickles a little, though." "Yeah, a little. But that's not a tickle really; This is a tickle," said Jack as he started tickling me in one armpit and on my tummy. Gosh, this was fun! I tickled him back and in the confusion I even brushed against his dick and he didn't even mind. He grabbed me from behind and tried to lift me out of the water and toss me back in. "Race you," he said as he darted off to the deep end. It didn't take very long before I had completely forgotten that I was naked. Everybody I saw had no clothes on at all, and didn't look like they cared about that. They all acted like it was just normal to walk around that way. I had no idea that there were so many sizes of dicks though. One man who passed by on his way to the locker room had one that looked as big as a real bananna. I'd heard boys call their dicks banannas, but this man really could have passed for one, not like my dad's or most of the other men's at all. Some of the boys hardly looked like they had dicks at all, just round purple dickheads where I'd expect something the size of a Vienna wienie. "You look like you're having fun, Dougie," said Daddy as he met me near the ladder. "Yes! Thanks for bringing me here!" I replied. "Can we come back next weekend?" "I don't see why not," said Daddy. "It's good exercise as well as a way to cool off. Just make sure you do your chores first." I launched myself at him and gave him a hug, wrapping my legs around his waist. Some things were sure easier to do in the water. "Thanks. I will." On the way home, Daddy asked, "So how did it all feel to you? Was it worth being so worried?" "Oh, after a while I didn't even care that I was naked, Daddy. Everybody was, and nobody laughed at me at all. Swimming was so much fun, and the other boys let me play with them. But it was really, really hard to do it at first. That one boy, he just couldn't do it at all and he was crying and everything." "Daddy? Do you think I could bring a friend along sometime?" "Sure. We can bring one guest each time we come." Monday at school was going to be interesting. ______ Saturday night was always bath night so we'd be clean for church on Sunday morning. This time, Mom asked me if I would please take Timmy with me in the tub, so she could do some sewing. It had been a while since Timmy and I had shared a tub, but I figgured that Dad was right about bath time being a good time to get over being shy and for keeping Timmy from ever having the problem that I had. So we ran to our room to get changed. Usually, I'd take off my shirt, put on my bathrobe, turn away from Timmy, and pull off my pants. Not today! Today I sat on the bed and pulled off my shoes and socks. Then I stood up facing Timmy and pulled my pants and underpants right off. Then I took my shirt off over my head. Timmy just looked at me with a big grin on his face. I couldn't help but grin back. I turned away to get our bathrobes out of the closet. When I turned back, Timmy was standing on the bed with no clothes on, doing a little dance. He was swinging his hips so that his dick would bounce from side to side. I went over and picked him up under the arms and put him down on the floor and handed him his robe. We put on robes to go across to the bathroom, but once we were in the bathroom, I took my robe off and hung it on the door hook. Timmy noticed the different procedure. In the past, I certainly would have kept my robe on until the water was up in the tub and I was just getting in. I turned on the water for the tub and Timmy sat down on the toilet with the lid down. He stuck his legs over each side of the toilet seat and looked down at his dick. "See, Dougie, I can make it boink" he said. Sure enough, his dick was all hard and sticking up and he could boink it back and forth with his finger. Timmy giggled. "Can you boink your dick too, Dougie?" "Sure I can. Just watch." I sat on the edge of the tub and spred my legs and stuck my dick out as far as I could. After bopping my dick back and forth a few times it was nice and hard just like Timmy's. "Lemme check," said Timmy as he reached out and flicked my dick back and forth. "Yeah, it boinks like mine. See." Standing in front of me he stuck his dick out at me so I could check it. "Why does it get hard like this, Dougie?" "I don't know, it just does," I said, "but sometimes mine gets hard when I get tickled, or if I tickle myself. Other times it just gets hard, especially in the mornings when I wake up." "Tickle me, Dougie!" squealed Timmy, "Tickle me now!" "Hmm. Where should I tickle you. Maybe on your foot? Maybe on your neck?" "No. Right here!" Timmy pointed to his tummy under his belly button. "Ok then, on the belly. Grrrr." Boy did I give him a good tickle. Every time he tried to get his hands in the way, I made him put them behind his back. Gentle tickling really drove Timmy nuts. He lay back on the toilet seat and spread his legs as far as they would go as I used both hands to tickle him all over his tummy. By the time I quit his dick was bouncing up and down with each beat of his heart. "Your turn Dougie," he cried as he launched himself at my tummy. He was a pretty good tickler and I let him have his way. We had often played tickling games, but we had not done them bare-naked much at all. This was really fun! But the tub was full now and it was time to get in. Usually would sit at opposite ends of the tub when we shared it, but this time I had an idea. I got in at the deeper end by the faucet and had Timmy get in too. "Let's do this. You can sit between my legs and lean back and I can tickle you all on your front with the soap." Timmy lay back against my chest and I got the soap bar and started soaping his arms and underarms, then his chest and tummy. He wiggled as I worked and giggled. As I got lower he lifted up his bottom to stick his dick up in the water. As I soaped his dick he wiggled up and down on my hands. "Feels good, Dougie," he said, as he stuck his legs up to be soaped. It did feel good. It felt nice to run soapy hands over his firm little body. "Your turn," he said, unexpectedly, as he turned around to face me. "Lean forward, so I can get your back." He had to get almost belly to belly with me to reach around and get all of my back. Then he made space between us and started on my arms and chest. "Lift up so I can get your belly, Dougie," he commanded. I pushed up with my feet and brought my belly-button up out of the water. "Yeah, like that," he said as he ran soapy hands up and down my tummy. He had the most serious look on his face as he soaped my dick and sac. He was so careful, just using two fingers, but making sure he got every little area. "All clean" he announced happily. I pulled the plug and let the water drain out. When the tub was dry, we climbed out and got our towels to dry off. We helped each other dry backs. I held out Timmy's robe. He shook his head at me, no. "Come on, I want to watch TV and I don't think mom wants to see us bare body in the living room right now. When we go to bed, we can be bare naked again." Timmy sighed and held out his arms for the robe. I slipped it on him. "You know, Timmy, you're right, though. It's just better to go naked when it's hot out." _____________ At recess on Monday, Paul and Billy were talking about band initiation again. "Maybe we can just be sick that day or something," Paul suggested. "Oh, it won't be so bad," I said. "Maybe not for you, Dougie, if you have somebody picked out who won't do anything to you. But what if they make you take your clothes all off, huh?" Billy challenged. "Well, so what. So then I'll take them off!" I said, "It's not like they never saw a boy bare-naked, is it?" "Oh sure...sure you will. That's not what you said last week. You're just bragging." "Am not." "Are so." "Am not." "Bull. Put up or shut up." "All right, I will." "Sure, right. Here's a quarter says you won't even pull your pants down." "Not here on the playground I won't. Think I'm stupid?" "OK, in the boy's room then." "You're on. Come on." I led the way into the boys room and went into one of the stalls. "Just stand there." I undid my belt and unbuttoned my pants. "No fair hiding behind your shirt." I sighed and unbuttoned my shirt from the neck all the way down and let it hang open. Then I grabbed my pants at the waist and in one movement pulled down both my pants and my underpants all the way down to my ankles. I stood up proudly and put my hands behind my back. "So what? See anything you don't have too? Except maybe yours is smaller?" Paul and Billy stared at me with their mouths open. Paul was breathing kinda fast. "You really did it. Wow." They had been expecting that I'd just pop my dick out over the waistband of my underpants for a second. No way were they expecting this. It was almost like I was totally nude. I put out my right hand, palm up. "Pay up, buddy." Billy put his quarter into my palm with a shaking hand. His eyes didn't seem to know where to look. I pulled up my pants and fixed my shirt and we went back to the playground. "Dougie, I don't get it." "Huh?" "Look, you were just as upset about the idea of having to get naked in front of other boys as I am. So how come you're different now? I know we hafta, but how come you can act like you just don't care?" "Cause I don't." "But why? How did you change? I couldn't do what you just did. No way." "Sure you could. Listen, I talked with my Dad about this and he said that I had to learn to go bare with other guys. So he took me to the Y on Saturday for swimming. And it was really neat. We spent the whole afternoon there swimming and stuff and I had lots of fun. By the time it was done, I hardly noticed that I had been naked all the time and so was everybody else. And my little brother and I spent a lot of time naked together too, and we stopped wearing pajamas. And now it doesn't seem so strange." "Hee hee - Dougie sleeps nakkie." Paul started to tease. "Paul. Listen - one thing I figured out is that teasing about being naked is a lot of the problem with why I felt ashamed. I'm not ashamed of sleeping bare - lots of grownups do Dad says - and you're not going to make me feel ashamed of it. Tell anybody you want 'cause there's nothing wrong with it!" Paul shut up and looked at his feet. "I should tease you for being a modest batchelor boy. Has to hide his dickie 'cause it's too little. But I won't." "'Snot too little." Paul said, "it's just as big as yours." I pulled out my new quarter. "Want to put your money where your mouth is?" Paul paused. "No" he sighed, "I can't. Not like you did." "So grow up, already. You got a dick, I got a dick, what's the big deal? Well, at least I think you gotta dick - you say so, but I never saw it. If all they wanna do for initiation is make me strip then, hey, so what? Take a real good look, it's not bothering me none. Maybe I should tell the guy who does me that you would get really upset if you had to get naked, huh? Maybe you'd cry for him and he could really get a good laugh! I can help them hide your clothes or somethin." "Oh God, no Dougie, you wouldn't really," gasped Paul. "Well, I should if you're gonna make fun of me for not acting like a baby sissy." "I said I was sorry. I am! Really!" "OK, then I believe you, I guess." He walked along beside me, head down, thinking hard. "Dougie..." "Yeah?" "What am I gonna do? Should I quit band or what?" "Oh. Ya know, that won't really solve the problem, 'cause ya gotta take showers and stuff in seventh grade anyway. Why not just get used to it like I did?" "How?" "Do you wanna sleep over at my house on Friday and come to the Y swimming with me next Saturday? I can ask my Dad and he'll talk to your Dad and set it up?" "Well, what if I come and I can't make myself..." "Look, I'll be right there, and we'll do some practice on Friday night - you and me and my little brother. It'll be alright, you'll see." ______________ "Mr. Martin says that Paul can come this weekend," Dad announced after dinner that night. "He thinks some swimming would be a good idea and wanted to know if I thought you boys should take some lessons. He says he would trade the drop off and pick up and you could go together. I checked the schedules and there's a class you could take on Thursday afternoons. Mom could drop you off and Mr. Martin or I can pick you up coming home from work. What do you think?" "Yeah, that would be great!" "One thing, though," Dad said. I looked at him, wondering what was coming now. "I think Timmy needs to learn, too, and there's a beginner's class just before your class. So you'd have to watch his class, and he can stay and watch yours. Still OK?" Oh, my, I'd have to sit around for an hour and watch a room full of naked little boys swimming. Well, I'd discovered that I really liked watching other boys with no clothes on. In fact, I'd do extra chores to be allowed to watch. "Awww, Dad, do I have to?" "Yes, you have to, if you want to get the lessons. Timmy needs to learn and we aren't running a taxi service here. You can sit in the stands where we watched last time and do homework or something." "Oh, OK, I guess." I guess, indeed! Little did I know how much fun Timmy's classes were going to turn out to be. "Now, you need to get your room clean enough for guests." "Ok, Daddy, but can we take sleeping bags down to the basement and sleep there?" "That's a good idea, Dougie. Make sure you clean up the rumpus room there too." Leave it to Dad to make sure I had some chores to do. _______________ Paul walked home from school with me on Friday to start our weekend. "Dad says we're going to take swimming classes together," he told me. "So what did I get myself into, anyway? If they laugh at me, I'm just gonna die, I know it." "Nobody is going to laugh," I said. "I had a bad dream last night," Paul whispered. "I was going to the swimming pool and everybody turned to look at me and they were pointing and laughing. They were all wearing swimming suits and when I looked down, I was bare-naked, and they were laughing and laughing." "Nobody is going to laugh at you. I promise." "And when I went to school the next day, there was a sign on the blackboard that said "Paul Martin Swims Naked"." he moaned. "Look, Paul. There were lots of boys there last weekend. Some of them even were from our school. They saw me and nobody said anything here at school about it. What would it gain them? Everybody who sees me naked is naked too and I can see them. It's like teasing you cause you have a nose. See?" "Kinda." "The one boy I really really could tease is a kid in Mrs. Whittier's class. See, he was in the locker room with his dad, getting undressed, and he couldn't take his pants down." "Why?" "'Cause he was too modest, I guess. Anyway, he was crying and his dad was getting kinda mad cause he couldn't go swimming and leave his kid all alone, but the kid wouldn't do what he was supposed to and get undressed. When I took my clothes off, that dad told his kid that I was the one who knew how to act right and he should be like me. "You should have seen that boy's face when I sat down across from him in the cafeteria! I thought he was just going to melt into a puddle. He was sure I was going to really tease him, I bet." "Did you?" "No! I told him it was OK and I understood, and if I could help him any way, I would be glad to, and that I'd really like to swim with him sometime if he wanted. I told him that I had a really good time at the Y and that he could too." "You're a good friend, Dougie, ya know that?" "Thanks, Paul. We're gonna sleep in the basement tonight, where it's cool. We've got a rumpus room there with a tv and games and stuff, and I put sleeping bags down there. Mom said we can even eat dinner down there. It'll be like a clubhouse tonight, OK?" We got home and went down to the basement and watched the after school cartoons that we liked. Timmy came down and watched with us. "Hi, Paul. Guess what?" he said. "I'm gonna start swimming lessons next week. And I get to watch you guys take your lessons too." "He's excited about learning," I told Paul. "We have to wait there and watch his class take their lesson, then he'll wait for us to finish, and one of our dads will pick us up." "Yeah, that's what my dad said," Paul replied, "so I'm gonna see you naked, Timmy." he teased as he reached over and tickeled Timmy on the tummy. "You sure are!" exclaimed Timmy. "And I'm gonna see you naked too! Are you gonna get naked to sleep tonight or are you gonna sleep like a baby in diaper-pj's? Can I sleep down here too?" "You picked the wrong guy to try to tease, Paul." I smiled, as I ruffled Timmy's hair. "Of course we're going to sleep like big boys, Timmy. It's OK with me if you want to join us, we're just going to watch TV and play games and talk." Paul was turning a bit green, I thought. "Paul, the whole idea here was for you to get used to being naked, right? Timmy is the very best boy to help you with that of all. He wouldn't wear clothes at all if the weather didn't make him or if there weren't girls around." "'Course I wouldn't! Clothes are just hot and nasty in summer," Timmy exclaimed. "But you're not supposed to let girls see your dick, so ya gotta wear shorts outside the house. But not at the Y!" "Timmy, Paul isn't used to going naked and he's worried about it. So we're going to go to the Y tomorrow and we're going to practice tonight, like you and I did." "Oh, sure, Dougie. Do ya want me to help out?" "Sure thing," I said. I got up to change the channel on the TV. When I turned back, Timmy had stripped off all his clothes and was standing in front of an open-mouthed and red-faced Paul. "What are you doing?" Paul choked. "Helping you," Timmy replied. "I took my clothes all off so you could see all of me. You need to see that I'm a lot like you." Timmy plopped himself down onto Paul's lap. Paul looked down over Timmy's shoulder at his dick. "Hmm. This feels good," Timmy said as he leaned back. He grabbed Paul's hand and placed it on his tummy right over the belly button. "Your hand feels nice here. Let's watch Flintstones." I thought Paul was going to faint right there. "Hey Paul, I think I figgured something out." "Rrrgh?" Paul replied, still staring over Timmy's shoulder at his legs. "You don't have any brothers, do you?" "No, I'm the only kid at home." "Have you ever seen another boy with no clothes on?" "Sure, I saw you just today." I chuckled, "But before that...you never did, did you?" "Uh, I guess not," he admitted grudgingly. "Well, no wonder you feel so funny about it! I think Timmy did the right thing. The first thing you need to do is just get used to seeing somebody without any clothes. If we weren't going to have to go upstairs to get dinner, I'd get bare right now too. Just relax and don't worry, OK?" "OK, Dougie. But, gosh, I mean, he's got...he's all...and he doesn't care if I...what if" he looked up at me in confusion as Timmy turned himself around during a commercial and sat back down on Paul's lap facing Paul with his legs spread wide onto each side of Paul's hips and leaned back onto his knees, then giggled. "He wants you to tickle him, Paul," I interpreted, "and he's giving you a great shot at the best places." "You're kidding me!" Paul gasped. "But he's..." "Yeah!" Timmy squealed, "Tickle me all over! It's fun!" "I can't," my friend declared, "I don't know what to do." "Dougie do it!" demanded Timmy happily as he jumped off Paul's lap and settled onto mine in the same position, lying on my lap and giving me total access to his beautiful body. "OK, let's see. Where shall I tickle first?" I growled. "Hmmm, there's here, and here, and here, and here." I pointed in quick succession to his belly-button, left nipple, the crease between his thigh and his tummy, and the back of his knee, with my finger hovering just over the skin but not touching it. Timmy scrunched his head up to follow my finger and gasped as I approached each spot. His pink tummy shook in anticipation as I laid both palms on his tummy and slowly slid them upwards to his collarbones. "No, I think here!" Quickly I dug in and wiggled just above his collar bone, starting gales of giggles from my delighted little brother. "Hold still, so I can get under those arms" as I started on the armpits and then made my way down his flanks. I paused and then started to trace circles with my index fingers onto his tummy as Timmy wiggled and bucked his hips. "Oh, look" I exclaimed as I moved my hands behind his butt and started to tickle where the thigh ran into the buns. Timmy bounced his hips upwards and then pressed them back down. "Look at this dick! It keeps jumping right at me." I moved my hands forwards and laid them on each side of Timmy's sack. The skin was so soft and pink with balls not much bigger than m&m's inside. His dick head was a deep purple. The skin of his dick bunched up below the rim of the dick head a little and just on it's rim it was a little bit brown in color. As I watched, his dick got hard and stuck out more. It started to jump in time with the quick beat of Timmy's heart as I stroked gently from the base to the tip. It was amazing how the thin skin lay over such a hard surface. Timmy groaned and smiled in pleasure. "But what he really needs is this!" I said as I dug my fingers up under his ribcage and doubled him up with his laughter. Timmy sat up as I stopped tickling and hugged me tight. "You're the best tickler, Dougie!" You would never know that, although Timmy and I had played this tickle game hundreds of times, this had been the very first time we had done it with one of us nude. "It's lot's better this way," he whispered. It sure seemed better to me, too. "Come on up and get dinner!" called my Mom from upstairs in the kitchen. "You can bring it down and eat there if you want." "Coming!" I yelled. Timmy pulled on his shorts, though mom wouldn't have cared if he didn't, and we three pounded up the stairs to the kitchen to load up plates with hamburgers, chips, and beans and then came back downstairs with plates and Cokes. I set up the TV trays that we kept down here and Paul and Timmy sat down to eat. "Shall I?" I asked, standing in front of Paul. He looked up questioningly and I motioned to my pants. He gulped and nodded, his eyes widening a little bit. I smiled and pulled off my shirt, then kicked off my shoes and pulled off my socks. Next I undid my belt and slid off my jeans. This left me standing there in my white briefs. Paul's eyes were locked on the bulge in my underpants, so I started very slowly easing them down over my butt and belly until the band was just barely over my dick. Then, with a grin, I pulled them all the way down and kicked them into a corner with my other clothes. I turned around once, slowly, so that Paul could see all of me, and then walked over next to him to sit and eat dinner. I was discovering that it was really a lot of fun to show off my body to another boy who would react to what he saw. Timmy glanced over at me with an approving smile and pushed himself out of his shorts, tossing them to join the clothes pile. "If you want," I said, "you might get rid of your shoes and socks." "I guess they aren't what I worry about," said Paul, "'cause I go barefoot at home all the time." He reached down and shed them, tossing them to the corner. He spread his bare toes into the plush of the rug in front of the sofa." We finished dinner before Bonanza was over. "You could unbutton your shirt, too, Paul, if it feels too tight," I suggested. Paul surprised me, though. "Look," he said, "I wear a swim suit in the pool, so that's just like shorts, right. So I don't need this." With that, he quickly took off his cords and his shirt and stood there in his briefs. "But taking these off, that will be hard to do." "Don't do anything you're not comfortable with," I suggested. "Want to play Parchesi?" We three, two dressed in our smiles alone, and one in his shorts, played games for a couple hours before Paul asked, "Can I ask you something?" "Sure," I replied, "anything." "Can I look at your dick?" he asked. "What have you been doing all night, if you haven't been looking at it?" I laughed. "I mean, really really look." he said. "I never saw one but mine, and I can't see mine real close, you know? I never saw a butt-hole either. Can I look at you? And at Timmy?" "Of course you can. But, just one thing" I said. Paul looked his question at me. "Those shorts will have to go." Paul sighed and stood up. He put his hands on the waistband but didn't move. "I can't. You do it for me." I nodded and stood behind him. I reached around, hooked the elastic in my fingers and quickly pulled them to his ankles. He stepped out of the shorts as I sent them flying to the corner. "Now, let's see you, Paul," I said. Except, of course, I couldn't see all of him with his hands firmly grabbing his crotch. "Well, let's save that for later. I promise you, though, that you'll feel great about all this be tomorrow. "Where do you want to look at me?" I asked. "Maybe in this chair?" The wing chair had a bright reading lamp next to it. I turned it on and got into the chair. Next I spread my legs and put them onto the chair arms so that my knees were over the arms of the chair. This way the bright light could be directed onto my dick and my butthole was probably also exposed. Paul got on his knees in front of the chair. This let him get as close to my dick as he wanted, and boy did he take advantage of that. "Can I touch?" he asked. "Sure," I said, "just don't try to hurt me or anything. If you'd let me do it to you, you can do it to me." I felt his fingers gently tracing the contours of my sac, balls, and dick. My dick jumped a little as he touched it. "Oh," he said softly, "Oh, yes, I see." He continued his examination for a good five minutes or so, then he said that it was Timmy's turn. Timmy was more than glad to hop up onto the chair and take the same position that I had done. Paul's inspection was again thorough, gentle, and intense. Now was the time to help Paul along with the next step. "Your turn, Paul," I announced. Paul started to protest, then thought better of it. After all, if both of us had let him see us, why not? So he climbed up onto the chair and spread his legs over the arms as we had done. Timmy and I both knelt in front of him to look closely at his dick. Paul's dick was hard as a rock, sticking up and vibrating! His dick head was a little redder than Timmy's and the brown circle on the shaft was broader. The grooves on the side of the shaft were especially deep and his dick seemed to be a little longer than mine but also a little thinner. While the head of my dick was kind of cone shaped and a little pointy, Pauls was more rounded and flatter. It was so hard, the skin just hardly moved when I touched it. Paul's sac was pulled up tight to his body. It was ridged and felt thick; so thick I could hardly feel his balls inside it. Suddenly Timmy broke our silent concentration with a cry of "Tickle fight" as he reached for Paul's tummy and started a good tickle. In no time all three of us were a tangled naked jumble on the rug, rolling around on each other and tickling any patch of skin that came under our fingers. Tickling like this always made my dick tingle and get really hard. I knew that this happened to Timmy too, and so I was not surprised that Paul's dick was as rigid as my own. Luckily we all had enough sense to keep from hurting each other as we squirmed together on the rug. Eventually we collapsed into a pile, panting and giggling. "Yours gets really hard too, Dougie," Paul breathed. "I wonder how come?" "My mom says it means I need to pee," I said. "But that's not always true, I think. Sometimes I tickle myself in bed and it gets that way and just feels nice." "Who wants ice cream?" My dad's voice boomed down the stairs. "We all do!" I said as I grabbed a pair of shorts, "we're coming up to get it!" ___________ "Ok, then," said Dad, "Here you are. Timmy's lesson starts in ten minutes. Your's is right after. There's free swim after that and I'll join you then." We three piled out of the car and into the Y. "So we have to watch Timmy's class and then he watches ours?" "I guess so," I said. "At least that's the plan. We've only got one locker, so we have to go lock up Timmy's stuff now, though." In the locker room, I opened up our locker and stuffed Timmy's clothes into it as fast as he passed them to me. As always, he was quick to strip down. He hurried out to the pool as we followed him and found a place in the bleachers. The swimming coach introduced himself to the little group of 5 to 9 year olds as Mr. Adams. He was slim and blond and just as naked as all the little boys were. "I'm glad to see you all knew how to dress for lessons," he smiled. "The fibers from clothes are bad for our pool filters and wet suits are even worse in the lockers, so this way we avoid all the trouble. Did you all shower off before coming into the pool?" Many of the boys shook their heads. "OK, then, back to the locker room for a quick shower. From now on, make sure you shower first - we don't want a lot of germs getting into our nice clean water!" As the class went back into the locker room, Mr. Adams came up to Paul and I. "Are you with some of the boys in the class?" "Yeah," I said softly, "my brother is the one with the red hair. I'm Doug, and this is Paul. We're in the next class, too." "Great! Nice to meet you," he smiled. "I teach that class too. Why don't you both go ahead and change and shower now and then come back and help me out? It's too humid in here to be sitting around dressed like that, and I can use the help." "Sure thing," I replied as Paul and I headed back to change. "Did you see his dick?" gasped Paul as we reached our locker. "It's nearly as big as a bananna...a real one!" I'd seen several men during my earlier visits to the Y - and I'd been pretty surprised at how big some of their dicks were too. Mr. Adams was pretty impressive though. "Yeah, he's got a real big one, doesn't he. It's even a little bigger than my Dad's." Paul didn't know quite what to say about that. "You mean...your Dad's dick...?" "Don't tell me you never saw your Dad with no clothes on either?" I said. "Well, I haven't!" he insisted, "at least not that I remember." "You'll see," I said, "Men have pretty big ones. The teenagers and Jr. High boys do too. Hairy too." "I didn't see any hair on his dick!" said Paul. "No, I mean above it, just here." I pointed. "Let's shower off and see how we can help Mr. Adams. You can get another look at that monster bananna of his!" The showers were still full of noisy little boys when Paul and I had locked up our clothes and went to get clean before swimming. I had to laugh at one kid who was carefully drying off - he was going to be in a pool full of water in just a few more minutes, but didn't seem to have figured out how unnecessary it was to get dry in between. "You know, Doug, this doesn't seem strange like I thought it would. It just seems..." "Normal" I smiled. "I know. And how upset I was about even the idea! Wait till you swim bare - you won't ever want to wear a suit again, I promise." Mr. Adams kept us busy helping with kids who were just learning to get comfortable in the water. Our own lesson passed quickly. "So, what do you think now, Paul? Wanna wear a bunch of wet cloth to swim in next time?" "Nah, you're right. This is the only way to swim. No wonder the Y makes this a rule." ________ "OK, kid - I choose you!" He was about twelve, with red hair, plaid shirt, and shorts. He reached out and grabbed my arm. "Let's go for your initiation. What's your name?" "Doug. Yours?" "Sam. That your friend there?" "Yeah, that's Paul." "You wanna stay together? My pal Ben hasn't picked somebody yet." "Sure." "OK Paul, come with us." Sam headed off away from the picnic grounds toward the woods. I grinned at Paul as Sam's friend ran up to him. They brought us to a small clearing. I figured from the two grocery bags against one tree that they had planned on this place. "OK kids. This is where we do the initiation. We talked it over and you have two choices." "Uh huh." "We got a dress for each of you and some lipstick and rouge. Ya gotta dress like girls and go back to the picnic and do a dance for everybody. And we get to spank you twenty times." "What's the other choice?" Sam looked at Ben and grinned. "Naked game." "Naked game? What's that?" "First you gotta take off all your clothes." "Even underpants?" "Especially underpants. Then we take off all our clothes too." "That's all?" "Well, almost. But then you have to do some other things too." "What things?" "Can't tell you." "Look, we will do anything that you do too, but nothing else." "Deal." I stuck a hand out for him to shake. "One more thing. I heard that sometimes the big boys take the guys clothes and throw them into a tree or something. Paul and I will just march back to the group barenaked if you do that and tell them what happened. I don't think you want that, do you?" Ben looked surprised. "No, of course not." I sat on the grass and pulled off my keds and my socks. "Grass feels good on the toes, doesn't it?" I pulled my t-shirt off and then got out of my shorts. "This is really a nice place." "So what about you guys?" "Uh...Gosh, I didn't think you'd..." Paul and I walked close to the two. "C'mon, let's help them out. I wanna see if they have any hair down there." Turned out they did, just a little. Also turned out that their dicks were really really hard by the time they got their underpants off. The "other things" were a surprise though. "You gotta suck our dicks now." "What? Ya gotta be kidding. That's sick." "You promised." "Yeah, only if you did it too." "We will. Watch." Sam knelt in front of Ben and guided his dick into his mouth. Ben moaned and bucked his hips. "Not that way. You gotta do it to me before I'm gonna do that to you." "OK, OK, here." Ben pulled out of Sam's mouth and knelt in front of me. He stuck out his tongue and licked my dick. It twitched and he sucked it into his mouth. I'd never felt anything like that and my dick got harder and harder. Sam had Paul lie down on the ground and lay with his head on Paul's belly, then moved down to suck Paul's dick into his mouth. "Paul?" "Yeah" "Feels good. Feels real good." "Yeah" "I guess we gotta do it for them, huh." "Guess we do." "OK" Ben let go of my dick and stood up. "Your turn." Dick tasted pretty much like any other part of a boy. Pretty soon both Ben and Sam were groaning and breathing funny and kinda shuddering. Then they made us stop. "Are we done?" "Yeah, you're initiated. I hope we see you at camp this summer." Paul and I dressed quickly and left Ben and Sam still naked in the clearing. We walked quickly back to the picnic grounds, feeling a tingling in our dicks and mouths. "Paul?" "Yeah" "That was lots better then dressing up like a girl. That was kinda fun I thought." "Kinda. It felt real good when he sucked on my wiener." "Do you think maybe..." "We could do it again..." "Later, together?" We laughed together, friends who had learned something new.