If there was one single item of clothing that Anthony hated
above all, it was his Sunday play-shorts. He simply loathed having to wear them
and would promise almost anything to avoid being seen in them. Anthony, a
sensitive boy who had just turned fourteen, had had boy’s play-shorts bought
for him for as long as he could remember and their design had remained the same
throughout the years of his growing-up. To Anthony’s increasing dismay and
discomfort no allowance had been made for his steady progress towards physical
maturity.
The play-shorts were royal blue in colour and made of thin
cotton similar in weight to boy’s junior P.E. shorts. They were elasticated at
the waist; easy to pull up, but just as easy to pull down! There was no
fly-front. The play-shorts were cut very
short in the leg, less than half an inch, and were what the boy’s outfitter
called a “snug fit”, by which he meant the shorts were not too loose and not too
tight. Anthony’s shorts also had the added benefit of side vents about one inch
deep which were designed to increase freedom of movement when the boy was at
play. However, perhaps the greatest distinguishing feature of play-shorts, and
what set them apart as an object of extreme embarrassment for a boy of Anthony’s
age, was the complete absence of a support-pouch. A pouch, or any form of support, was simply
considered unnecessary. The wearing of anything underneath play-shorts that
might give a growing boy a feeling of security, such as underpants or swim-trunks,
was out of the question. The whole point of play-shorts was to ensure lots of sun
and healthy fresh air could get to the boys bare legs. Anything which hindered
this objective was quite rightly forbidden.
It might be argued that play-shorts, whilst fine and healthy
for younger boys, are not necessarily appropriate for a boy of Anthony’s age to
wear. The special design of play-shorts means there is always present the danger
of highly embarrassing accidents when they are worn by developing boys such as
Anthony. Boys get very self-conscious as they enter puberty, particularly when
they find out their penis has a life of its own! However it must be said that accidents
do happen when play-shorts are worn, but it’s no use making a fuss and
pampering a boy just to save his blushes!
Anthony’s routine was the same each Sunday. In the morning
he dressed in full school uniform for church. He hated having to wear his
school uniform on Sunday. Anthony even had to wear it for church during school
holidays. Everyone that saw him said how smart he looked wearing his short
school trousers… they were very brief. In fact they were shortest short
trousers the school outfitter sold. With only a nominal one inch leg, they
ensured Anthony’s smooth thighs were kept completely bare.
After lunch on Sunday Anthony was sent upstairs to his
bedroom to change into his play-clothes. His mum always laid out the clothes on
her son’s bed in readiness and each Sunday Anthony would sit at the table and
wait for the announcement:
“Time to get out of that stuffy school uniform, Anthony…
time for those legs to get some proper fresh air!” his mum would say, as if he
wasn’t already wearing the shortest of short school trousers! “I’ve laid out
some clothes on your bed for you to change into… now off you go!”
It is perhaps understandable that having turned fourteen Anthony
was becoming increasingly more and more embarrassed at having to change into
his play-clothes. In particular he felt shy and awkward putting on the Sunday play-shorts
his mum insisted he wore. Play-shorts, he thought, might be alright for
youngsters of nine or ten; they could wear them without the embarrassment he experienced,
as once again he felt the tingle of fresh air on the tip of his lengthening penis
as it peeked out from the all too brief leg of the tiny play-shorts. Even before
he was twelve Anthony felt ashamed to be seen wearing such juvenile
play-shorts.
I’m fourteen! Anthony
said to himself as he again picked up the thin little shorts from his bed, how much longer is mum going to expect me to
wear these?
The humiliation he felt at having to wear his play-shorts as
if it was nothing unusual was becoming unbearable. But his mum insisted and
would not put up with any ‘nonsense’ as she called it, from Anthony. As far as
she was concerned Anthony was still a boy and as such had no say whatsoever in
the sort of clothes he wore.
But unless something drastic happened the particular Sunday
afternoon that was fast approaching was likely to cause Anthony to suffer even more
intense embarrassment than usual, for his two younger cousins were due to
visit. Edward (13) and Sean (11) had not been brought up in anything like the
same way as Anthony. They had been
allowed long trousers and fashionable clothes from the moment they could crawl,
let alone walk. They could do no
wrong. They were always well behaved (at
least when grown-ups were about!). They
never needed to be told what to do. And
they went to a school that had no school uniform! Anthony despised them.
Anthony begged to be allowed to wear anything, anything, but his Sunday play-shorts in
front of his cousins. He pleaded, but his words fell on deaf ears. Anthony was
distraught. At fourteen he thought he should have the right to some dignity
when he was with his cousins. After all he was older than both Edward and Sean.
Couldn’t his mum see that it was his right to wear ‘proper’ clothes; clothes
like Edward and Sean?
“But mum… Sean’s only eleven! He doesn’t have to wear play-shorts!”
Anthony was well aware of his mum’s rules on the matter of
his clothing. She was a firm believer in the beneficial effects of bare legs,
forever telling Anthony how healthy it was to let as much sun and fresh air as
possible get to his legs. That’s why he would remain in short trousers; for how
long Anthony’s mother did not say… All Anthony knew was that it was pointless
to argue, indeed argument could be dangerous and what few privileges he had
could be summarily withdrawn for he was expected to obey his mum “without
delay, discussion or descent.”
Anthony could never understand why other boys were not
subjected to the same short-trousered regime as he was. If it was so healthy
for boys to go bare-legged, then why was Edward not in short trousers? Why not
Sean? Why not all the boys in his class at school and not just himself? It was
all so unfair!
But Anthony’s mother did not expect to have to explain her reasoning
to her son. Anthony was a boy and boys simply had to do as they were told and
that was an end of it; no discussion and certainly no descent!
Anthony knew just how embarrassing his Sunday play-shorts
could be… Only last weekend he had tripped and fell over in the garden, landing
on his back. His play-shorts rode right
up to expose his penis and what Anthony referred to as his ‘ball-bag’. Before he had time to rectify the situation
the vicar, who was visiting for afternoon tea, looked down at the fourteen year
old and saw everything, including the
fact that Anthony’s genitals were still perfectly hairless! Anthony blushed as
he’d never blushed before and scrambled to get up, conscious the vicar was still
looking at his boy-bits dangling from his play-shorts. It wasn’t until Anthony stood up that he was
able to tug at his little shorts sufficiently to hide his boyhood once more and
to regain some semblance of modesty.
As Anthony struggled with his little Sunday shorts, the
vicar had smiled indulgently and said: “Never mind… accidents will happen!” This
made Anthony feel even worse as it seemed to imply that his ‘bits’ were of no
significance at all!
Anthony had been mortified and in a couple of day’s time he would
be expected to dress in his Sunday play-shorts in front of his cousins! It was too much. Too much for a boy of fourteen to bear and Anthony
actually started to cry in front of his mother as he pleaded to be allowed to
wear anything rather than his little
play-shorts. But mum didn’t appear to listen and all Anthony’s pleading fell on
deaf ears. The salty tears trickled down
his face, enough to melt the hardest of hearts.
He had never felt so low and for the next two days there was nothing
that could be done to bring the smile back to his sunny face.
However, it might have been better if perhaps someone had told
Anthony that he should always be wary about what he wished for…
As it was his mother wasn’t entirely inflexible in applying
her rules. Indeed Anthony’s little outburst and the sight of his tear-stained
face gave her cause for thought. She knew that only a little boy would get as
upset as her son had about something as silly as wearing a pair of play-shorts…
whoever was around to see them. Anthony’s behaviour had been immature and that
alone, in her view, justified the use of her parental discretion to keep her
fourteen year old son in short trousers. As long as Anthony behaved in such a
way the longer he would be kept in short trousers.
Anthony’s mother had
listened to his pleading and she decided to surprise her son by granting him an
extra special dispensation…
Just before church on Sunday morning Anthony had stood
dressed in his full school uniform ready for his mum’s inspection. As she told
him to straighten his long grey school socks and as she brushed a fleck of dust
from his school cap, Anthony was thrilled to learn that he would not, after
all, have to wear his special Sunday play-shorts in the afternoon. The clouds
parted and it was as if a huge weight had been lifted from Anthony’s young
shoulders. He would be able to look his younger cousins in the eye. He would no
longer have to suffer the indignity of wearing those awful play-shorts in front
of them. He wouldn’t have to worry that his cousins might see his penis poking
out of the leg of his ludicrously short Sunday play-shorts, or worse, risk complete
exposure like he did when he fell over in front of the vicar. Anthony was so
relived by his mum’s decision that he almost jumped for joy.
Anthony was told that obviously he would not be allowed to
play with his cousins in his school uniform so before they arrived he would have
to change into something more suitable. Anthony
was still so happy that he eagerly agreed to wear anything, anything, as long as it wasn’t those
awful play-shorts.
Anthony was on cloud nine all the way through the church
service and the long sermon preached by the very same vicar who only a week
before had seen just how humiliating play-shorts can be. Was it Anthony’s
imagination, or did the vicar smile knowingly at him during the sermon? Whether
he did or not it certainly made Anthony squirm with embarrassment on the hard
wooden pew knowing the vicar had seen his nob and everything. After the service
the vicar shook hands with Anthony outside the church. Once more Anthony
blushed at the memory of his humiliating exposure and could not bring himself
to look the vicar straight in the eye.
He returned home with his mum and after a light lunch Anthony
was given permission to leave the table and to go upstairs and change out of
his school uniform. Anthony did as he was told. Eager to find out what his mum
had put out for him to wear, he bounded up the stairs and ran into his bedroom.
Anthony was still holding on to the bedroom door handle when
he saw what his mum had laid out on his bed; what he would be wearing for the
rest of the day. Anthony’s heart skipped a beat. He looked around the room then
looked back at what lay on his bed. Anthony looked up again and scanned his
bedroom once more to see if he had missed anything. For a third time he looked
at what lay on his bed. He couldn’t believe that what was lying there was all
that he was to be given to wear. But there was nothing else…
Nothing… except a pair of boy’s light-brown plastic sandals,
the sort that very young boys wear at the sea-side, a tiny yellow ‘Mr Man’ singlet
(Mr Happy!) which appeared to Anthony
to be far too short for him to wear, and a pair of bright red swim-trunks which
Anthony had last worn when he was just nine years old. Anthony’s mouth fell
open. But he knew he no option other than to wear what was laid out for him on
the bed.
Then he heard his mother’s voice from downstairs telling him
to hurry up and change as his cousins would soon be arriving.
“Well anything’s better than play-shorts…” Anthony said to
himself, “… and at least nothing’s going to slip out of swim-trunks.” He
started to undress and within a few moments was left standing in nothing more
than the white cotton underpants he had to wear as part of his school uniform. With
a heartfelt sigh Anthony shoved his thumbs purposefully into the waistband of the
underpants and pushed them all the way down to his ankles in one smooth
practiced movement. A moment later they were off and Anthony was bare-nude, ready
to put on the clothes that had been laid out on his bed. Before he did so Anthony
stood and faced himself in his bedroom mirror. He looked down at himself then
took hold of his penis and pulling it to one side, searched for signs of any
pubic hair. There were none. He lifted up his testicles and bent his head down
as far as he could, still searching for some indication of hair on his scrotum.
There was absolutely nothing to be seen.
It seemed particularly unfair to Anthony that at fourteen he
should still be utterly hairless where it so mattered to a schoolboy. Why even
the youngest boy in his class, Jeremy Evans who was ten months younger than
Anthony, had little wisps of feathery hair each side of the base of his penis.
Anthony picked up the tiny red swim-trunks and for a moment
wondered whether he would be able to squeeze into them. He held them up and
pulled at the waist to see how far it would stretch. In doing so the crutch all
but disappeared as the trunks were so flimsy. Designed for a much younger boy,
there was no inner pouch at the front and the back seemed as if it would hardly
cover the cleft of Anthony’s bottom never mind anything else! He picked up the
little singlet top and held it next to his chest. It didn’t even reach his
belly-button. In a fit of frustration Anthony crumpled up the swim-trunks in
his fist. To his horror he found the trunks were so small they had disappeared
in the palm of his hand. Shocked he threw both singlet and the trunks down onto
his bed and flung himself down beside them.
He looked around his room again… there was nothing else for
him to wear. He thumped his bed with his fists in frustration.
“Anthony!!” It was his mother’s voice again. “Anthony,
aren’t you dressed yet? Hurry up!”
There was nothing for it, Anthony stood up again and picked
up the little red trunks. He stepped into them. Gosh, he had grown since he last wore them and it wasn’t only his legs which
had got bigger! It was a struggle to pull the trunks right up over his hips and
only by wriggling about could Anthony get them over his bottom. But that didn’t
allow much at the front to push his boyhood into and his penis plopped out over
the tight waistband.
Anthony pushed and pulled at the tiny swim-trunks until he
managed to get his penis and testicles squashed into the front, but this meant
the trunks hardly covered anything at the back! Anthony was mortified to peer
over his shoulders and look into the mirror to see the tight little swim-trunks
had left the top half of his bottom completely bare! The waistband cut right
across middle of his bottom and as he watched in dismay the waistband slowly
slipped lower to uncover even more of his bare bottom!
Anthony began to panic. His mum had called up to him twice
and he didn’t want to risk upsetting her any further. He yanked at the back of
the trunks, but they just squeezed his testicles so much that he could hardly
walk and what little material there was available to cover his bottom had been
pulled right into the gap between his young bottom-cheeks leaving him completely bare at the back! Not only
that but the base of his penis could clearly be seen above the waistband of the
trunks at the front and anyone who cared to look would be able to see that Anthony
was still absolutely smooth without a trace of pubic hair!
It took Anthony ages before he was able to make the best of
what little protection the tiny swim-trunks offered. Eventually he had himself
covered at the front, even though the lower two-thirds of his bottom cheeks
were bare at the back. Anthony left the
strings of the trunks untied because he found that when he did try to tie them the
crutch was pulled so far up at the front that one or both of his testicles
popped out!
Anthony had to sit on the edge of the bed to put on the
plastic sandals. They looked and felt particularly juvenile; just the sort of
footwear you see on little boys at the sea-side. As he was sat down he picked
up the singlet up from the bed. Anthony recognised it as one that he wore when
he was about nine or ten. Why his mum had kept these old clothes of his he had
no idea, she must have known they wouldn’t fit me, he thought. Anthony pulled
it on, but it was a tight fit. He remembered it had been small five years ago
and he was not sure why he was bothering to put it on for all it covered up.
The hem of the singlet didn’t reach much further than the middle of his back
and at the front his tummy and belly-button were left completely uncovered. The
top was very, very tight. Anthony stood up and looked at himself in the mirror.
They were the most humiliating clothes he had ever had to
wear.
“Anthony!! I want you downstairs this minute!” His mother
called again. “I don’t know why it’s taking you so long…!”
He felt so ashamed that he wished he hadn’t made such a fuss
about wearing his Sunday play-shorts. He glanced in the mirror again and then
turned quickly away, unable to look at himself any longer. He felt extremely
vulnerable and sensed that at any moment a sudden movement might cause his
boy-bits to pop out from his little swim-trunks. It somehow felt worse than
being completely bare…
Anthony was only too horribly aware that he was to meet his
younger cousins and spend all afternoon dressed in these clothes. He would be
expected to play with his cousins, who would no doubt be dressed in trendy new
clothes. He would have to sit through tea dressed in silly plastic sandals,
little boy swim-trunks, and the stupid Mr
Happy singlet that showed off all his tummy and half his back, a singlet
that Anthony suddenly realised he was unable to pull down far enough to cover
the tiny, humiliating trunks!!
Then Anthony began to panic again. What would he do if his
penis was naughty and started to go all stiff? Like other boys of his age Anthony
was constantly subject to unbidden erections throughout the day. The little
trunks offered no protection, so any arousal would be immediately noticed. A
cold sweat broke out over Anthony’s forehead.
“I’m coming mum!” he called downstairs and walked
uncomfortably along the landing, trying without much success to prepare himself
for the afternoon ahead.
Anthony’s legs trembled as he descended the stairs. When he reached the bottom a cool breeze
wafted into the hallway from the open French windows and brought out
goose-pimples on his boyish long and very bare legs. He walked towards the
drawing-room and stood in the doorway.
“About time too!” his mother greeted him, “What on earth
took you so long, Anthony?”
“Sorry mum… it’s just that these trunks are a bit small for
me now…”
“I hope you’re not going to complain, Anthony. You said you
didn’t want to wear your Sunday play-shorts today. You said you wanted to wear
something different. It was on your insistence that I found something else for
you to wear…”
Anthony apologised: “I’m sorry mum… I didn’t mean to…”
At that moment he hard the sound of a car drawing up outside
followed by the slam of its doors. Then the cheery high-pitched voices of his
cousins could be heard as the boys scrunched up the gavel path, racing each
other to be the first to press the doorbell. The doorbell!! Anthony felt his
tummy turning somersaults. He turned and looked anxiously at the front-door.
There was a loud, insistent ring of the doorbell as if both
boys were leaning hard on the bell-push.
“Go and answer the door Anthony and let your cousins in
before they break the bell,” his mum said.
Anthony did as he was told but his arms shook as he turned
the latch on the heavy glass-panelled door. Through the frosted glass he could
see Edward and Sean and he shuddered to think that they might be able to see
him. As Anthony turned the catch he heard the voice of his Aunt and,
unexpectedly, another adult voice. Anthony shivered with embarrassment dressed
in his humiliating swim-trunks and little else. Suddenly the door was pushed
wide open by Edward and Sean. Anthony jumped to one side just as he saw who the
other voice belonged to; it was the vicar! For the second time that day Anthony
felt himself flush with the embarrassment of meeting the person who’s seen him
so utterly exposed when he had his accident with his play-shorts.
Anthony could feel his face burning with shame and
embarrassment. He could feel his heart thumping as he tried to stand calmly by
the door to greet them all. And they would all see Anthony dressed in his new
Sunday play-clothes. But little did Anthony know that things were going to get
worse; a lot, lot worse before the afternoon was out!
Being well behaved, though with a supreme effort of will, Anthony
held the door wide open and moved to stand smartly at attention in the doorway
ready to welcome the visitors. Edward and Sean took one look at Anthony dressed
in the little boy swim-trunks that hardly contained their cousin’s bulging
boyhood and their mouths fell open. Eleven year old Sean could barely contain himself
as he squealed with laughter and had to be pulled indoors by his older brother
who looked at Anthony with contempt. Poor Anthony was forlorn. Both boys were
dressed in very smart casual clothes with the very latest trainers and both boys wore long trousers. Anthony
felt even worse than before; the stylish clothes of his cousins emphasising the
childishness of this own.
Next through the door came Anthony’s Aunt Gladys. Anthony
squirmed with embarrassment as his aunt criticised his lack of dress-sense,
telling him that he would look “much smarter” if he could be bothered to be
more stylish in his choice of casual clothes, completely ignoring the fact that
Anthony had absolutely no say whatsoever in the clothes he wore.
“You should take a leaf out of Edward’s book and get some
more fashionable clothes, Anthony,” she said, “I’m sure you like what you’re
wearing, but you really ought to think about getting something less childish to
wear. I’m sure Edward would help you choose some nice clothes if you ask him.”
Anthony stood by the door crestfallen. His aunt’s words
hurt. It was so unfair. It wasn’t his
fault that he wasn’t wearing anything fashionable. Anthony didn’t even have a
pair of long trousers to his name… let alone any jeans… let alone any clothes that might be considered
‘fashionable’!
The vicar tried to help by saying that he was sure Anthony
felt very comfortable wearing his swim-trunks and brief top… just as
comfortable as Edward and Sean were in their trendy clothes. Then added: “Besides,
I think Anthony looks just as smart in his swim-trunks… very smart indeed!” In
saying these few encouraging words the vicar took ample opportunity to cast his
eye over the preposterously brief trunks. Anthony couldn’t help but notice the
vicar’s interest and this made him blush more than ever!
Anthony wanted to scream out that he wanted to wear nice
clothes like his cousins, but all he could do was rub his smooth and very bare
legs together and hope the little red swim-trunks would hold his boyhood safe…
and pray that he didn’t have an erection!
The vicar continued to gaze at Anthony. Then he spoke. He
had spotted something amiss: “Dear me, Anthony… We can’t have this… It looks as
though you’ve not had time to tie up your nice swim-trunks properly…”
To Anthony’s horror he vicar lent forward and took the
strings of the little trunks in his left hand and pulled Anthony over to a
chair in the hallway. The vicar sat down and pulled Anthony closer until he was
standing between the vicar’s knees: “We can’t have you running around with your
swim-trunks all undone, can we Anthony?”
“Please, sir, please don’t tie them up. They’re alright like that, really they are,”
Anthony pleaded with a note of urgency in his voice.
“Don’t be silly Anthony. I’m sure your mother wouldn’t want
you running about half-dressed… and we don’t want them to fall down, now do
we?”
Anthony shook his head and chewed his lower lip. He certainly
didn’t want his trunks to fall down, but on the other hand he knew only to well
what would happen if the vicar pulled the strings of his swim-trunks too tight.
“Now just stay still and we’ll soon have them tied up
properly… It’s no trouble I assure you…”
Once more Anthony tried to tell the vicar that his trunks
were fine as they were, but it was no good. The vicar wrapped the strings round
his fingers and pulled.
Anthony felt the strings tightening around his waist. Then he
felt the legs of the trunks being pulled upwards as they cut into the tops of
his thighs and at the same time he felt his ball-bag being squeezed. One more
tug on the strings and it happened… A hairless testicle popped out of tight
little trunks! One of Anthony’s smooth balls was trapped outside the trunks where
everyone would see!!
Anthony held his breath and looked down at his trunks. Not
only was there one of his testicles visible, but the outline of his penis was
unmistakable! The vicar didn’t appear to notice anything untoward and carried
on tying the knot; a very tight knot that would ensure Anthony’s testicle remained
on view.
Tears welled up in Anthony’s eyes. He didn’t know what to do. The vicar finished tying the knot. He must have seen the hairless ball, thought Anthony,
but he didn’t say anything, just looked Anthony in the eye, patted him on the
bare thigh, and said, “There you are, all done… nice and smart. Now off you go
and play with your cousins!”
Anthony was mortified. He couldn’t believe the vicar hadn’t
seen what he’d done, it was that obvious. He couldn’t think what to do. He certainly
couldn’t untie the knot; that would be grossly disobedient. He couldn’t cover
the exposed testicle without walking round with his hands cupped between his
legs and that would only draw attention to his plight in any case. What was he
to do! If only he wasn’t wearing the silly Mr
Happy singlet; if only he had been given a longer singlet to wear, he might
have been spared some embarrassment as he might have been able to pull it down
sufficiently to cover the front of the little trunks. But as it was the singlet
he’d been given was far too short.
In the end Anthony realised he would have to take his
chances and hope his cousins wouldn’t tease him too much. Fat chance! It was pointless
to think that Edward or Sean would let such a splendid opportunity for teasing Anthony
pass by. Edward burst out laughing, pointing at Anthony’s exposed hairless testicle.
Sean couldn’t contain himself and rushed to tell everyone what a silly boy Anthony
was to let his ball-bag hang out of his swim-trunks. Anthony begged the boys
not to shame him by telling everyone about it, but they were beside themselves
with glee. Edward took Anthony’s arm and pulled him, very much against
Anthony’s will, into the middle of the grown-ups where Sean pointed to the
offending testicle. Anthony just wanted the floor to open up and swallow him
whole. He had never in his life felt himself blush a deeper red than he was
now.
“Anthony just what is the meaning of this? Have you been
playing with yourself and showing off in front of Edward and Sean?” his mum asked,
as she rushed to the wrong conclusion.
Anthony was beside himself. How could his mum think that?
The very idea that his mum even thought he was capable of doing such a thing
was dreadful! “No mum, I wasn’t…! Please… let me go Edward! Please mum, make
Edward let me go…”
“If you weren’t playing with yourself, what were you doing
with your…”
Anthony thought he would explode with embarrassment and
indignation! Without thinking what he was saying, he blurted out: “It was the
vicar. He pulled.... I mean… he… it was his fault… the knot… the knot on my
trunks… it's too tight…”
“How dare you blame the vicar Anthony! Of all the…! You should be thoroughly ashamed
of yourself for showing off like this. I
suppose you thought it would be clever to expose yourself in front of your
cousins..... Don’t say a word Anthony.
I’ve heard quite enough of your excuses in the past to believe anything
you say. I’m quite sure the vicar had nothing
whatever to do with this disgraceful behaviour.
It’s high time you were taught a lesson young man!”
With a pleading look in his eyes, Anthony looked across to
where the vicar was standing. He hoped that something would be said in his
defence, but the vicar remained silent and merely pursed his lips. It was clear
he was affronted by the suggestion that he had behaved in anyway improperly
towards the fourteen year old boy. Anthony made as if to speak, but realised it
would be hopeless. With the vicar silent nobody would believe a word of what he
said.
Anthony felt utterly helpless. Humiliated by the little
swim-trunks, he rubbed his bare legs together again. He felt so exposed
standing in front of everyone. Everyone else in the room was fully clothed and
even his younger cousins were smugly wearing long trousers. Anthony was supremely aware he was wearing so
little compared to everyone else.
“… but mum, I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry…”
“That’s quite enough Anthony… I don’t want to hear another
word from you…”
Anthony’s mother cut him short and as she did so the
fourteen year old felt distinctly uneasy about the way the afternoon’s events
were unfolding. He wanted to run; to escape; to turn back the clock; to do
anything rather than have to stand there and face his mum’s wrath. He glanced
nervously about him. Sean and Edward were watching him, so to was his aunt. One
look at the vicar told Anthony that he could expect little sympathy from that
quarter.
“… not another word…” Anthony’s mum continued, “… and put
your hands on your head… at once!”
Anthony immediately did as he was told even though it made
him feel even more exposed and even more humiliated. Everyone was looking at Anthony
as he stood in disgrace. In whatever direction he looked Anthony was met by
watching eyes; the eyes of grown-ups and the eager mocking eyes of his cousins,
all of them waiting to see what would happen next. He hung his head in shame.
Anthony stood and listened as the grown-ups discussed his
appalling behaviour. His ears burnt as he was talked about as if he wasn’t
present. Anthony wanted to tell his side of the story; tell them what happened
and that it was all an accident. It was so
unfair… even Edward and Sean were allowed to join in the condemnation of Anthony’s
behaviour! If only he hadn’t made such a fuss about wearing his Sunday play-shorts
none of this would’ve have happened.
The more the grown-ups talked the worse Anthony felt. One
minute it seemed that he, Anthony, had accused the vicar of behaving inappropriately
towards him. Next minute Anthony was being accused of deliberately exposing
himself to his younger cousins. Anthony’s ears almost burst into flames when he
was accused of trying to corrupt them. He couldn’t believe the injustice of it
all!
Finally his mum turned to face him and spoke: “Anthony, I
simply cannot let your conduct go unnoticed. I must say that I am surprised at
you for trying to blame the vicar for your gross behaviour. I don’t know what
you hoped to achieve… Now go and fetch a
stool from the kitchen and bring it here.”
The relief Anthony felt at being able to escape from
everyone’s eyes for a few minutes was soured by his knowledge that the stool
could mean only more humiliation. So it was a very abject boy who fetched a
wooden stool from the kitchen. When he returned he was told to place it in the
middle of the room where everyone could see. Anthony put his hands back on his
head without being told and stood by the stool and waited.
“Up onto the stool Anthony, where everyone can see you, and
put your hands back on your head.” Anthony’s mum paused as he did as he was
told, then she continued, “It seems to me that as you were so eager to expose
yourself to everyone…”
Anthony very nearly burst into tears at that very moment. He
knew what was coming and he felt sick at the thought. His legs were like jelly
and he very nearly fell from the stool as he pleaded desperately:
“Oh no, mum! Please… no!”
But his outburst was ignored.
“… Don’t interrupt Anthony… Why you thought it was clever to
display yourself to your cousins and embarrass the vicar, I’ve no idea. I can’t
think what goes through your mind to make you think anybody is going to be
impressed by you showing them your penis… or perhaps you thought you would
shock them…”
And so it went on… The ‘lecture’ was considered to be
essential to Anthony’s punishment and it certainly worked. Having to stand on
the stool in the middle of the garden-room, hands on head, in front of everyone
was torture. Anthony thought he would pass out with shame and humiliation. He
knew that everyone could see quite plainly his testicle trapped outside the
tiny swim-trunks. The same uncomfortable swim-trunks that were so small that
most of his bottom was bare for all to see… and if that wasn’t bad enough, the
trunks were so ill-fitting that it was clear to everyone that he had yet to
grow any pubic hair, since the front of the trunks didn’t quite cover the
smooth base of his penis.
On full display and dreading further disgrace, Anthony could
barely disguise how mortified he felt as the lecture continued:
“Did you think you were being clever? Did you want us all to
see your penis? Was that what happened last week when you made an exhibition of
yourself in front of the vicar?”
Anthony was indignant and tried to explain that it was an
accident; that he slipped and fell over; that he couldn’t help it; he didn’t
mean the vicar to see… Anthony suddenly stopped as he realised what he was
about to say.
“… to see what, Anthony? What didn’t you mean the vicar to
see?” his mother insisted.
Oh, the injustice of it all! Anthony hung his head, looked
at his feet and whispered…
“My… my penis…”
Out of the corner of his eye, Anthony could see that Edward
and Sean were relishing every second of his humiliation. No attempt was made to
diminish Anthony’s evident distress at their presence by sending his smirking
cousins into the next room while he was being dealt with.
It was the turn of the vicar to add to Anthony’s misery:
“I’m sorry to say that Anthony did expose himself to me,” he
said, with an air of injured innocence, “He displayed both his penis and his testicles in front of me last
week… I can’t be absolutely certain, but it looked very much to me as if meant
to trip himself up so that he could fall over right at my feet and lift up his
play-shorts to expose…”
“… but it was an
accident,” Anthony interrupted desperately, “… it was an accident… I didn’t mean to… please… I didn’t…”
“Are you calling the vicar a liar, Anthony?”
“No… no… please… I… I…”
It was no use, as much as he felt wronged, Anthony, in his
heart knew that he didn’t stand a chance of getting the grown-ups to listen.
“Yes, after today’s little episode,” the vicar continued,
“the more I’m sure that Anthony must have tripped himself up on purpose last week…”
Anthony’s mum turned to the vicar and asked: “But why would
he want to do such a thing?”
“I’m afraid that it’s not unknown for boys to want to draw
attention to themselves,” the vicar explained, “It’s a phase that boys of
Anthony’s age sometimes go through… attempting to show off how ‘grown up’ they
are. I assume it also fulfils some sort of latent desire for excitement… though
quite why a young boy like Anthony
should choose to draw attention to himself by exposing his penis is a mystery…
Quite why he thinks anyone is at all interested in seeing his immature penis…”
The vicar left his sentence unfinished as if he knew that
everyone else would agree with his comments. Then he turned and smiled at
Anthony’s cousins: “I don’t think Edward or Sean have ever tried to expose
themselves. I’ve certainly never seen them
pulling up their play-shorts or fiddling with their swim-trunks…”
Anthony couldn’t believe his ears. It was as if the vicar
was deliberately trying to make matters worse. For heaven’s sake, Edward and Sean didn’t even possess
play-shorts! So how could they ‘expose themselves’?
Anthony’s aunt was outraged at the suggestion her boys would
do such a thing: “Certainly not! They would never dream of doing anything of
the sort!” she said and added, “Frankly I think Anthony needs to be taught a
lesson… trying to waggle his little penis in front of my boys…”
“…why, I wonder what it would have led to if Edward hadn’t
told us what Anthony was up to? I wouldn’t be at all surprised if he didn’t
intend to masturbate in front of
them… I’ve heard about boys who like to pleasure
themselves in front of younger boys… attempting to corrupt them. Thankfully Edward
and Sean aren’t like that; they wouldn’t do anything so depraved… they wouldn’t
masturbate.”
Anthony was stunned. How could this be happening to him? It
wasn’t his fault he had to dress in play-clothes. It wasn’t his fault he’d had
to wear tiny, ill-fitting swim-trunks. It wasn’t his fault that the vicar had
seen his penis. He didn’t want anyone
to see his penis. He wasn’t doing anything
on purpose. He wasn’t trying to draw attention to himself… god forbid! It was
bad enough having to have school showers in front of the P.E. teacher. As for
masturbation… Anthony was horrified! The idea that grown-ups could even think he masturbated was terrifying. But
what was even worse… what was even more galling, was that his aunt said that
his cousins, Edward and Sean wouldn’t do it! Anthony knew for a fact that both
boys masturbated more than he did! And
they did it to each other!
Anthony looked at his two cousins. It was useless to think
they would do anything to help him in his present predicament. Unseen by any of
the grown-ups, Sean poked his tongue out at him. Edward just looked smug. Anthony
couldn’t remember ever feeling more miserable.
“He ought to be made an example of…” Anthony’s aunt
concluded.
“I couldn’t agree more,” Anthony’s mother concurred, “I can
see that I’ve been far too lenient with him. It’s about time he was taught a
lesson…”
Anthony stood on his stool, hands on head, dressed in
nothing more than an ill-fitting pair of his old swim-trunks (a single testicle
still on show outside the trunks), a Mr
Happy singlet, which had rucked up to expose even more bare flesh, and a
pair of ludicrously childish plastic sandals. As he looked at his mum, his
mouth fell open. Just what had she in mind? Anthony knew that her ‘lessons’
were, without exception, unbearably embarrassing. Now with his aunt, his
cousins and the vicar present, Anthony
just knew things were about to get a whole lot worse…
Then the unthinkable happened… Anthony was horrified when he
suddenly felt his penis begin to stiffen and press against the flimsy swim-trunks!
It’s a nightmare for a boy of Anthony’s age to be caught with an erection… but
to be standing, hands on head, dressed in a pair of skimpy little-boy
swim-trunks, feeling an erection growing and quite unable to cover-up… that was
unthinkable! Everyone in the room would be able to see what was happening and
Anthony just wanted to die he was so ashamed.
He was beside himself and rubbed his bare legs together. Although
Anthony kept his hands obediently on his head, he couldn’t stop from twisting
and squeezing his bare thighs together in a desperate, but futile, attempt to
hide the fact that his erection was developing remorselessly between his legs. Edward
nudged his brother and pointed at the obvious growing bulge in Anthony’s little
swim-trunks. Together the boys giggled, enjoying every second of Anthony’s
plight.
Thus far none of the grown-ups had appeared to notice the
increasingly obvious swelling in the front of Anthony’s little-boy trunks and
his mum had merely told him not to fidget.
Then all of a sudden Sean piped up: “Mum! What’s that?” he said
and pointed an accusing finger at the now unmistakable boy-bulge pushing out
the front of Anthony’s swim-trunks.
Anthony stared open-mouthed at his cousin and so did not see
his mother as she moved towards him… the surprise smack of her hand on his bare
thigh nearly unbalanced him.
“You vile… disgusting… boy…! I should have known not to
listen to you… I might have known you’d show me up… I should never have allowed
you to wear your swim-trunks! But you insisted… and now look at you!”
Each exclamation brought another sharp smack of mum’s hand
on Anthony’s increasingly red bare thigh. Six smacks of mum’s open hand brought
Anthony to the verge of tears. He was beside himself with shame and pleaded with
his mother to stop.
His mother did
stop, but to Anthony’s horror, it was only for her hands to come up to his
little swim-trunks…
“No! Mum, please… No!” he cried, but it was no use… his
mother had made up her mind that Anthony was in need of a lesson and he was
going to get one… a very embarrassing lesson… in front of everyone.
“I was a fool to myself… I shouldn’t have allowed you to
wear your swim-trunks… I should have made you wear your play-shorts… but you
wanted to show off in your swim-trunks… and now we know why!”
“Mum!! Pleeease!! I didn’t mean… I didn’t want to wear…” Anthony
tried to explain that because he didn’t want to wear his Sunday play-shorts
didn’t mean he wanted to wear his swim-trunks. But mum didn’t understand…
“… If you can’t be trusted to behave yourself and wear your
swim-trunks properly…” Mum’s fingers were at the waistband of the trunks and
she began to untie the knot, “… then it’s time we did something about it!”
“No!! Pleeease, mum… no!!” Anthony, his eyes wet with tears,
was beside himself and pleaded shamelessly with his mum to stop.
“That’s enough, Anthony!” his mum snapped, “I don’t want any
more nonsense from you… everyone saw you misbehave… now everyone can see what
happens to silly little boys when they try to show off…!” And with those words his
mum tugged hard on the little trunks. In an instant they were halfway down the
fourteen year old’s thighs.
Freed from the tight, constricting trunks Anthony’s
semi-erect penis bobbed up and down before it came to rest pointing straight at
his mum. Anthony’s smooth and embarrassingly hairless penis, was nearly five
inches in length, but still quite slim. All eyes in the room were focussed on
it.
As he again pleaded with his mother, Anthony’s long penis
wobbled in front of him. This seemed to anger his mother even further. She
snapped at Anthony, telling her son to control himself and to stop showing off
in front of everyone. But this did nothing to prevent the penis from continuing
to erect! Whether through fear or some other reason, Anthony couldn’t stop
himself and his penis rose further until it was pointing upwards, about three-quarters
erect. Anthony was mortified, but had to stand on the stool in front of
everyone and keep his hands on top of his head.
In desperation Anthony’s mum turned to one of his cousins: “Edward,”
she said sharply, “… Edward, would you please look in the middle drawer of the
desk in the study… you’ll find a wooden school ruler… bring it to me…”
Thirteen year old Edward rushed into the next room. Within
seconds he was back gripping the wooden twelve inch school ruler, eager to see
what his aunt was going to do with it.
Anthony screamed at his mother: “Please, mum… no!!” Bravely
he kept his hands on top of his head but his whole body shook with horror at
the sight of the wooden ruler. Even as his mother pulled up the little Mr Man singlet until it was pushed right
up to the top of his chest; even as he felt the tiny swim-trunks being yanked
all the way down to his ankles; even as he stood bare from top to toe on the
stool; even as his tumescent penis wobbled between his legs, Anthony couldn’t
take his eyes from the sight of the school ruler that Edward was holding in his
hand.
Anthony was mesmerised. He watched his mother take the
wooden ruler from his cousin. He watched as she pointed it at his penis:
“Anthony you are being a very naughty boy… a very wilful boy. It’s about time you learnt
to control yourself…”
Anthony’s mother tapped the wooden ruler against the shaft
of his penis which had continued to stiffen and was now very nearly fully erect.
Anthony was mortified and bit his lower lip as he felt his heart pounding in
anticipation. His penis wobbled back and forth as it was tapped with the school
ruler…
“Please, mum… I’m sorry mum… I can’t help it… please mum…”
Then there was the sound of a sharp smack as the flat side
of the school ruler struck the engorged shaft of Anthony’s penis just below the
head. Anthony winced and gasped as his penis bounced from left to right and
back again.
“The vicar is quite right… no one is interested in looking
at your penis, Anthony… you are being very, very
silly… Why you think anyone would be
interested in seeing your penis…”
With that, mum again smacked the side of Anthony’s penis
sharply with the wooden ruler.
Anthony was hardly even aware anymore of the grown-ups and
his two cousins in the room. All he was fully conscious of was the maddening
sting of his penis as it wobbled and bounced from side to side.
Four more times he felt the sharp smack of the ruler and after
each stroke his penis waggled about before coming to rest just as stiff as ever.
Anthony’s mum was determined to each her son a lesson and waited patiently for
the penis to stop moving between each slap of her ruler.
Anthony couldn’t help himself and tears started to run
freely down his face. Tears dripped from his chin and splashed onto his chest.
Anthony knew it was pointless to plead, but he couldn’t stop himself and
between his sobbing he begged his mum to stop.
When finally mum gave the ruler back to Edward the room fell
silent… apart from the sounds of Anthony’s sobbing, that is.
Then a single word was heard as it escaped Sean’s lips:
“Awesome…”
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ReplyDeleteJust to say that I love your stories, I think the situations are great. Please write more if you can. Thank you.
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Thank you for your kind words, David. It's so nice to hear that you enjoy my stories. As you can see I’m rather erratic when it comes to posting stories, so it’s good to have your encouragement to keep me at it! All the best, mogg
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ReplyDeletelove your stories, please write loads more, Anthony is hot, thanks,
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