Toby at the Beach - Part 3

It took Brenda no more than a few moments to figure out in which direction Toby had gone. After all, as Brenda had said to Mrs Robbins, Toby’s mum, how hard could it be to follow a totally nude fourteen year old boy at the seaside?

As it happened Toby wasn’t actually totally nude anymore since he’d managed to find a single discarded flip-flop a few yards along the esplanade after he left the ice cream parlour. Toby had pressed the spongy rubber flip-flop against his crotch in an effort to hide his penis and balls from the sight of the many curious holidaymakers that crowded the path on his way to Roger’s secret hideout.

Of course even with the flip-flop held in place Toby was still attracting a lot of attention as he made his way in a sort of half-walk half-trot along the esplanade. Anyone who saw him from behind could see Toby wasn’t wearing any swim trunks as his bottom was so obviously bare. It wasn’t long before Toby was stopped by a couple of ladies concerned that he might have been the set upon by some naughty boys, rascals who had stripped him of his trunks. Toby was forced to explain that his mum had his swim trunks in her beach bag because they were all sandy and he’d had a shower and… One of the ladies interrupted Toby:

“You mean to stand there and tell us that your mother is responsible for you being nude?”

“Oh, yes… yes, it’s all mum’s fault I’m bare,” Toby said thinking the lady was being sympathetic, but completely misunderstanding the lady’s point of view.

“Give me that flip-flop… this minute!” the lady demanded.

Toby, suddenly realising the lady was siding with his mother, clung onto his only means of coverage, pressing the rubber sole more firmly than ever into his crotch.

“If your mother is happy to let you run about in the nude, then you are clearly being wilfully disobedient by…” The lady was cut short as Toby realised it was very likely his flip-flop would be used against him in an extremely unpleasant manner and ran off as fast as he could.

“What a naughty young boy!”

Brenda, who had been given a spare pair of Toby’s play-shorts, held back when she saw the confrontation taking place a few yards ahead of her. She didn’t want to catch up with Toby before he led her to the secret hideout and besides there’d be no fun if she’d had to hand over Toby’s play-shorts too soon. So she let Toby get on ahead of her for a bit before racing up to the two ladies and feigning lack of breath as if she’d been running at full pelt to catch up with Toby.

“You’ve just missed him,” explained one of the ladies as Brenda told her how she’d been sent by Toby’s mother with a pair of his play-shorts for him to put on.

“But he said his mother had taken his off his swim trunks and was keeping them in a bag and that he had to go nude…” the lady explained.

Brenda did her best ‘you-know-what-boys-are’ sigh before repeating the story she’d told some other people earlier about Toby wanting to to practice nudism, but he was having modesty issues which she was helping him to get over.

“I suppose that explains why he was holding that flip-flop between his legs…” the other lady suggested.

“... as if he thinks he’s got anything to hide that we haven’t all seen before…” the first lady added.

“Oh, I wonder where he got that flip-flop from,” Brenda said, “But that’s exactly the sort of behaviour his mum and I are trying to address…”

The ladies looked suitably impressed by Brenda’s maturity in dealing with a boy who was after all the same age as her.

“The thing is, it’s time for Toby to put on his play-shorts, but he had a silly tantrum after he spilt some ice cream over himself and ran off before I had time to give him his shorts,” Brenda explained. She held up the flimsy, bright yellow play-shorts which could be seen to barely fit a ten year old, “The elastics gone a bit, but Toby’s mum said they still fit him… well I’d better get a move on and find out what Toby’s up to.”

“Mischief I should think,” the ladies replied.

In the time it took Brenda to explain things to the ladies she’d lost sight of Toby among the holidaymakers. She knew he couldn’t go that far as the esplanade finished just before the sand dunes about fifty yards ahead. Toby would have to go down the steps and back onto the beach, Brenda reasoned. He couldn’t go any other way without heading into town. So when Brenda reached the steps she asked a couple of girls who were climbing up towards her if they’d seen a boy clutching a flip-flop to himself. They had and pointed over to the dunes. When Brenda told the girls Toby was nude, “apart from his flip-flop” they offered to help right away.

“I told you he didn’t have anything on!” one girl said to the other.

“I thought he had one of those pouch-things… y’know, straps or something...”

“That was a flip-flop… to think, nothing on but a flip-flop!”

“... and he looked so cute…”

“No wonder his face was so red…”

“It won’t be the only part of him that’s red when I take him back to his mum,” Brenda announced, which made the girls even more eager to help. But Brenda felt obliged to decline their offer, “His mum has given me a pair of his play-shorts for him to put on… you see Toby knows me and he might run away again before I can give him his shorts if he saw you two…”

“So?” one of the girls said, “We were in the school’s relay team… we wouldn’t have much difficulty catching him up…”

Then Brenda showed the girls the pair of play-shorts she was to give Toby.

“OMYGOD!!!” the girls gasped.

“They’re tiny,” one girl said.

“He’ll never fit into those…” said the other.

Brenda explained how Toby’s mum had bought them when her son was eleven… “he’s fourteen now,” she added, “Apparently he can still get into them, but I don’t think they’ll cover much… and the material is just so thin… d’you see? I reckon if they got wet…”

The girls giggled at the thought of what would happen…

“Plus,” Brenda continued, “the elastic has gone… perished, see?” She held the little yellow play-shorts out for the girls to look at. The three of them tugged and pulled at the flimsy shorts, examining them, and it wasn’t long before the elastic waistband was rendered almost completely useless and one of the seams was torn open at the side.

“Oh dear! Well, it’ll make it easy for Toby to get into,” Brenda said philosophically.

“Look, I’ll tell you what, you stay here and I’ll make sure Toby comes back this way.”

The girls consulted each other before one of them told Brenda, “Okay… you’re on!”

So Brenda set off toward the dunes and climbed up through the coarse grass that grew between the slopes of sand. She could see the hollow footprints left by Toby’s bare feet and followed them over the crest towards another dune. Climbing to the top gave her a bird’s eye view of Roger’s secret hideout, an abandoned fisherman’s hut in the lee of another, bigger sand dune.

Brenda could easily see the boys’ footprints where they’d scuffled the sand outside the old weather-beaten hut. Taking her time, she carefully crept up to hut until she could hear the boys’ voices within… voices that confirmed Toby and Roger were up to no good!

Roger had apparently slipped off his swim-trunks and was inviting Toby to have a feel of his nob. While Toby was doing this, Roger took hold of Toby’s nob for a good feel. This got both boys very excited and they were soon comparing their stiff nobs. In the end, after much argument as whose was the longest, the boys settled on a draw.

“... but I win on hairs,” Roger declared cheerfully, “‘cos you ain’t got none…”

“What’s next?” Toby asked, warming to the unexpected element of competition.

“See that board leaning against the side of the hut?” Roger asked as he pointed to an old piece of flotsam, bleached and worn smooth by the action of sand and sea, “That’s our target…”

“Target?” Toby was puzzled as he looked at the board.

“That’s what we aim at when we wank,” Roger explained, “The one who shoots his spunk the highest up the board is the winner… simple, eh?”

“Look… see that mark there,” Roger pointed to a chalk mark high up on the board, “That’s the record… beat that and you’ll be the champion wanker!”

Toby looked at the mark. It was very high up. “Blimey…” he was impressed.

As Brenda peered through the grimy window at the side of the hut, the boys started their wank. Although both boys knew it was a race to see who’d shoot spunk first, they also both knew that to stand a chance of winning the competition for getting the highest glob of spunk, timing was all. So a cat and mouse game developed as Toby and Roger tried to second guess each other. The longer they held back, the more powerful their climax, the more powerful their climax, the higher up the board their spunk would reach.

Toby and Roger kept speeding up and slowing down the pace of their wanking as they checked each other’s technique. Toby bit his lower lip and stopped masturbating completely as he very nearly lost it and squirted. Roger laughed when he saw Toby’s plight and quickened his pace knowing he’d win and be the first to cum. Toby saw his mistake. He realised he should have carried on and shot his spunk. It was now too late for him to beat Roger. Toby watched Roger push his hips out and gasp that he was cumming. Roger’s fist became a blur as it whipped up and down his rigid penis. Seconds later a blast of teen cum splattered onto the board a couple of inches below the record.

After the last few spunky rubs of his penis Roger turned to Toby, “Beat that!”

Toby started stroking his stiff penis again and concentrated hard on working up his wank. Like Toby he pushed his hips out when he felt he was close to shooting his spunk. At the point of no return the final jerks before his boy-juice erupted from his slippery nob, Toby closed his eyes. His cum spat out onto the board a winning half an inch higher than Roger’s!

“TOBY ROBBINS!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!”

Toby, still holding his penis, turned round and saw Brenda in the doorway. In that instant Toby knew she’d seen everything!

“What are you doing here? You can’t come in here,” Roger said defiantly, his penis still semi-erect and pointing straight towards the intruder..

But I can, thought Brenda as she adopted her best ‘girls are superior to boys’ attitude. “Toby’s mum sent me to make sure he doesn’t lose track of the time… and to give him these to wear.”

Brenda held up the flimsy, yellow play-shorts. “But I think mummy’s going to want to know what you’ve been spending all your time doing… and I know,” Brenda sniffed to signal her contempt, “You were playing with your thingies, weren’t you?”

“It’s not a thingy… it’s a nob!” Roger insisted.

“Shows how much you know clever-clogs,” Brenda sniffed again, “It’s called a penis… so there. You were playing with yours, weren’t you, Toby?”

There could be absolutely no doubt whatsoever that Toby had been playing with his penis. A long string of boy cum could be seen hanging from the tip of his penis and by the startled look on his face he was terrified Brenda would tell on him. Yes, Brenda could see there was no question of Toby’s guilt.

“... and boys aren’t supposed to play with their penises,” Brenda said and then added, “Are they?”

Toby’s face was a study in shame. He managed to croak the single word, “No…”

Roger was exasperated. As far as he was concerned it had nothing to do with Brenda whether or not Toby liked to masturbate. And frankly he couldn’t understand why Toby had given in so easily. Roger had been caught masturbating loads of times and nobody had said he couldn’t do it. His mum was the most annoyed and that was only when he’d started to ejaculate and she’d had to nag him, telling him to make sure he cleaned up after himself. Dead embarrassing Roger had to admit, but his mum hadn’t told him to stop doing it. Clearly the rules at Toby’s house were different, but how Brenda knew that didn’t occur to Roger… or to Toby.

Brenda picked up the flip-flop that Toby had dropped when he joined Roger for their wanking game. She waved it about in front of her. It made a satisfying whooshing sound.

Roger could see Brenda’s attention was focussed on Toby and decided there was nothing to be gained by hanging around. It didn’t do to leave a friend in such circumstances, but Roger was nothing if not pragmatic and with a cheery “Catch you later…” he grabbed his swimming trunks and quickly ducked out of the hut.

Toby hardly registered Roger’s departure. He was to busy being hypnotised by the flip-flop as Brenda swung it to and fro repeatedly, closer and closer. Instinctively Toby’s hands reached round to his bottom. He’d felt the sting of the slipper on his bare bottom at school and looking at the way Brenda was swinging the flip-flop in front of him, Toby was pretty sure it would be just as painful.

“You knew it was naughty of you to play with Mr Winky,” Brenda said using the family name for Toby’s penis she’s heard Mrs Robbins use, “but you did it anyway…”

Toby, to his utter mortification, felt his eyes fill with tears. He knew Brenda would tell his mum what she’d seen, but that didn’t stop him from debasing himself by pleading with her not to say anything.

Brenda’s response was swift and painful as she smacked the flip-flop against Toby’s penis. The impact of the rubber sole sent his penis bouncing from side to side and when Toby’s hands came down to protect himself Brenda swatted them out of the way with the flip-flop. Toby swiftly drew his hands up to his mouth, leaving his penis vulnerable to another sharp smack from the flip-flop.

Toby pranced about with one hand at his mouth and the other clutching his stinging penis. Tears rolled down his face as Brenda moved closer.

“Now put on your play-shorts, or you’ll be late for mummy,” she said.

Toby picked up the bright yellow play-shorts while keeping a close eye on the flip-flop in Brenda’s hand.

“Come along, Toby… get a move on, or do you want me to warm up your bottom as well?” Brenda said as Toby hopped about on one foot while trying to put the other into the tiny play-shorts.

“I should think you’d be pleased to have your play-shorts to wear after being in the nude for all this time,” Brenda teased Toby. She knew he might as well still be nude for all the good the play-shorts were likely to be… if and when Toby managed to squeeze into them.

Toby had succeeded in getting both legs into the play-shorts and pulling them up as far as his knees when he looked up at Brenda: “You’re not going to tell mum, are you?”

“Tell mum what?” Brenda answered.

“Y’know…”

“No, Toby… I don’t know,” Brenda was so enjoying herself. The simple pleasure of watching a boy like Toby tie himself up into knots of red-faced embarrassment was beyond compare.

Toby realised his mistake and decided not to be drawn any further: “Nothing… forget it…”

“How can I forget it if you’ve not told me what it is?” Brenda said sternly, “It’s about time you grew up and stopped being so silly. Now tell me what it is I’m not supposed to tell your mum.”

Toby stood with his play-shorts still only half the way up his legs. He hated these old play-shorts. They made him feel like he was about nine years old, but least he wouldn’t be totally nude, he thought. Toby sighed. Best get it over with…

“About me and Roger… y’know, what you saw us doing…” Toby said at last.

“What was that? What did I see you and Roger doing?” Brenda asked airily.

“Oh, please… you saw us…” Toby pleaded. He really didn’t want to admit his guilt to a girl who he was almost certain would tell on him.

Toby tugged on the flimsy play-shorts, managing to pull them up over his hips. “Here! They’re torn! And… and the elastic’s no good… it’s not stretchy any more… How do you expect me to wear these… they’re no good… worse than useless.”

“Have you quite finished?” Brenda said, still swinging the flip-flop menacingly, “It’s either your play-shorts or nothing and I believe it’s a long walk from the seafront to your home…”

Toby nodded. He could think of better days than this as he struggled with the little shorts.

But Brenda wasn’t finished: “Now Toby, tell me what you and Roger were doing.”

Toby couldn’t look at Brenda, so he looked at his feet still struggling with his play-shorts: “Wanking,” he said finally and stole a glance at Brenda to gauge her reaction.

“You know it’s very naughty to do that?” she asked.

Toby nodded. His mum’s views on boys masturbating were the complete opposite to the relaxed attitude pertaining in Roger’s household.

“Please don’t tell on me…” Toby pleaded.

Brenda was satisfied she now had the upper hand. She was in control and couldn’t resist keeping Toby in suspense: “We’ll have to see about that… in the meantime you’d better behave your self.”

“Yes… yes, I will,” Toby replied.

Boys, thought Benda, are so predicable… it’s pathetic.

“Get a move on, Toby… you don’t want to be late and have your mum start asking awkward questions,” Brenda said as she looked at the boy-cum still glistening as it trickled slowly down the weather-beaten board. Totally pathetic, she said to herself.

Toby grappled with the play-shorts to try and keep them up. He had to use both hands to hold them in place, but the split in one of the seams meant his penis and testicles were hanging free. The more he tried to cover himself, the worse it got until in the end Toby had to make do with holding up the waistband of his shorts as realised the elastic was perished and of no use whatsoever.

“Don’t forget you’ve got to get changed into your continental suit before you go out again,” Brenda reminded Toby.

Toby’s heart sank. He’d forgotten about the blasted continental suit. He almost stopped and dug his in heals there and then… and to hell with the consequences!

“I can’t wait to see you wearing your continental suit… Didn’t your mum say something about it having short trousers?” Brenda added. She knew Toby hated the suit and she was keen to see him wearing it, but she couldn’t possibly know how embarrassed it made Toby feel. She would soon find out.

“Yes…” Toby hissed, “Yes… you know it’s got short trousers… I was there when you asked mum about it.”

“I must have forgotten,” Brenda replied “... and wasn’t there something about braces to hold the short trousers up, wasn’t there?”

“Yes… yes… yes,” Toby said as he struggled to keep his play-shorts up.

“Looks like you could do with some braces to hold up your play-shorts…” Brenda simply loved teasing boys. It was so easy to get them all worked up about the silliest of things. “D’you know you can see your winky and your ball-things?”

Toby was seething. Between trying to hold up his play-shorts and the thought of later having to wear his awful continental suit, he did not want Brenda stating the obvious.

“Yes… I know,” Toby said as once again he tried to adjust his play-shorts, “I’m trying my best… do you think I want everyone to see my nob?”

“It didn’t seem to bother you when mum took off your swim-trunks,” Brenda paused and put a finger to her lips as if deep in thought, “... no, that’s not right because your mum spanked you with her strap… didn’t she? At least that’s what she told me… and you did a spanking dance in front of everyone… rubbing your bottom so all the holidaymakers saw your boy-bits jiggling about.”

Toby tried to think of a suitable reply, but he was too preoccupied with trying to hide his ‘essentials’ within the pathetic little play-shorts to come up with anything. He scrambled for the door and was just about to step out into the dunes when Brenda caught him a stinger on his bottom with the flip-flop.

“HEY!!” Toby yelled as he stumbled forwards, “What d’you do that for?”

“OWW!! That hurt!!! STOP IT!! That’s not fair!” Toby shrieked as Brenda whacked him with the flip-flop again.

Brenda laughed: “Better get a move on… unless you want some more…” She waved the flip-flop at Toby and chased him up the first sand dune. Toby managed to keep out of reach, but it was hard work climbing up the loose sand and trying to keep his play-shorts up at the same time. He raced down the other side of the dune, keeping ahead of the flip-flop wielding Brenda.

Before long Toby, panting with the exertion of keeping ahead of Brenda, was looking down from the top of the last dune. He could hear Brenda scrambling up behind him, but Toby didn’t move. He was shocked by what he saw. Down below he could see Roger was being held by two girls. One of the girls was waving Roger’s swim-trunks in the air above her head. When they saw Brenda one of the girls, Vicky, yelled: “We caught him! Told you he wouldn’t get past us!”

“But who’s that other boy then?” Mandy, the other girl, asked her friend as she indicated the figure standing next to Brenda at the top of the dune, “I mean, if we’ve got the boy she was following… will you keep still!... who’s the one up there?”

Mandy was struggling with a now totally nude Roger. Standing behind him, she had Roger’s arms pinned behind his back. Despite his best efforts to get free, it looked as though Roger wasn’t going anywhere.

Brenda couldn’t stop laughing and when she saw what had happened she raced to the bottom of the dune: “That’s Toby up there!” she said pointing with the flip-flop to Toby standing on the top of the dune, “The boy you captured is Roger… Honestly, you two should have realised it wasn’t Toby… didn’t I tell you he didn’t have any swim-trunks?”

Vicky shrugged her shoulders: “Well… he’s a boy… obviously!”

“... and he hasn’t got any trunks on… now,” Mandy added laughing.

Needless to say Roger was furious as the girls all laughed as they made fun of his nudity. He struggled and yelled: “GIVE ME MY TRUNKS BACK!!!” The more he fought, the more he twisted about, the more Roger’s penis flapped and slapped from side to side.

The girls laughed at Roger as he tried to get free. Even Toby thought it funny to see his friend’s penis bouncing about in front of everyone.

Roger struggled and fought as best he could, quite oblivious to his nude display. He wasn’t going to let any mere girls hold him against his will. When Toby saw his friend was trying his best and giving it his all in an effort to try and break free, he felt honour bound to help and he scrambled down the side of the dune, sliding in the lose sand as he gripped his play-shorts. Of course being a boy Toby hadn’t figured out what he would be able to do while clinging on to his flimsy shorts… better to act first and suffer the consequences.

As Toby flew headlong into the girls holding Roger he was forced to let go of his play shorts. Vicky and Mandy found themselves fighting two nude boys as Toby’s play shorts slid down to his ankles. Then Brenda launched herself into the melee.

In the ensuing fracas both the boys received several stinging thwacks courtesy of the flip-flop on their bare bottoms. Brenda proved very adapt at selecting her targets as Toby and Roger twisted and fought their adversaries. Whenever a bare bottom presented itself, she managed to unleash at least two full-blooded stingers causing yelps and squeals from whichever boy was unfortunate enough to be in the firing-line.

Before long a truce was called. Vicky and Mandy, having proved themselves more than a match against the boys, were tiring and the bare bottoms of Roger and Toby couldn’t cope with much more punishment. Under the terms of the truce Roger’s swim-trunks were returned to their owner. Toby’s play-shorts were unfortunately in a worse state then ever having been kicked about during the fighting.

When Brenda got her breath back and the boys had stopped rubbing their red bottoms she told Toby they should get a move on and reminded him that he needed to get changed into his continental suit before he went with his mother on a visit.

Vicky and Mandy wanted to know more about the continental suit and Brenda had to admit she’d not seen it yet.

“... but Toby’s mum told me about it when we were talking in the ice-cream parlour… it sounds really special and Toby hates it…” she added.