Strings and Sacks, Inc. Chapter 13
By Sir Cum Sizemore

copyright 2006 by Sir Cum Sizemore, all rights reserved 

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Chapter 13

The women negotiated the trip for all of the children.  And
Milfinger's company paid for it.  The boys were required by
their mothers to wear the shorts and mesh shirts on the
trip.  The two inch inseams, the extra wide leg openings and
the lack of underwear ensured they would display their more
interesting parts throughout the trip.

"Boys whenever you sit remember your knees are to be wide
apart and your hands are not to cover your shorts or be in
the way of your little legs.  We want to show off your
beautiful bodies as much as we can."  Sharon insisted.

The limo from the airport arrived at Andrea's house and the
luggage and children were loaded into the car.  Karen, of
course, barked the orders for the boys.  The little girls
giggled with excitement as they boarded the van.

At the airport the luggage was unloaded by the curbside
skycaps and tickets were printed.  As they stood in line an
elderly lady asked, "Are these your children?"

Sharon fielded the question, "The two girls are hers, the
two little boys are hers," pointing at Marjorie, "this boy
and the little girl are obviously hers" eluding to the
darker skinned children, "and this is my son, Steven."

"Well, I couldn't help but notice how nicely tanned the
little boys are.  Their legs are beautiful.  All four of
them are well shaped and smooth.  I always liked to look at
little boy legs even when my kids were young, I made my boys
run around in underpants or nude so I could look at those
little legs and butts."

"Yes, they are good looking kids aren't they?" Sharon
agreed.

"Now, I'm not saying the little girls aren't cute and
pleasant to look at, but those boys are just beautiful.  You
know back in the late sixties and early seventies, little
boys would wear those short shorts all the time.  They wore
them to play and to school.  I hated it when they also put
on those knee socks to cover their calves, but you know
those thighs were exposed.  I never let mine wear the knee
socks." She looked off for a moment as if to reminisce. 
"You know they'd spread their little legs and you could see
everything if they weren't wearing underwear." She chuckled. 
"Now days, boys are wearing those long shorts that come down
below their knees.  I hate them.  They have such cute bodies
and now we don't get to check them out." She chuckled.

"Well, yes, they do and I have to agree.   We need to see
more of their bodies.  After all they're living art aren't
they?" Susan entered the conversation.

"Where are you all going?"

"We're headed to Paris for a fashion show.  The boy's are
wearing outfits that are going to be featured this year." 
Marjorie was always marketing.

"You mean this is a sign of things to come?"

"We certainly hope so!" Marjorie continued.

"Oh be still my heart.  I think that's wonderful.  Little
boys don't need so much modesty." The old lady continued.

"Our sentiments exactly!" Susan agreed.

"I just love these mesh shirts.  You can see their tight
little bodies through them.  Look at those little belly
buttons and nipples.  How wonderful.  We've been exposing
our little girls to the hilt and now it's time to do the
same for our little boys.  This is exciting.  So, you ladies
designed these clothes?"

"Yes, yes we did." Andrea smiled.

"We even designed a thong for the boys to play and swim in. 
The front is made of this mesh, and, of course, the back is
completely exposed except for the string riding up their
cracks.  They hate them, but they'll get used to them."
Susan added.

"Oh you mean their little boy parts are exposed?"

"Let's put it this way, there's nothing left to the
imagination.  Yes, I guess you could say they're pretty much
exposed."  Susan added.

"I'd love to see their little butts.  I'll bet they're
cute."

"Well, just hike up their shorts.  They're bare underneath."
Karen joined the conversation.

With that the old lady grabbed the hem of Steven's shorts
and pulled them up exposing the left globe of his backside. 
He turned red and went to push her hand away as Karen
slapped his hand.  "Let her look, Steven.  Or do I have to
take you into the ladies room to get you straightened out?"
Karen spoke like a mother.  Steven could feel the old bony
hand as it lightly traced over the exposed globe.

"Oh it's so firm and smooth.  Thank you, honey!  You just
made an old lady's day." the old lady let the hem fall back
into place just barely covering his backside.  "Tell me,
I'll bet he has a cute little peepee doesn't he?" She
continued as she looked to Sharon.

"Yes, he does.  Steven, turn around and let her see your
'peepee'." Sharon ordered.

"Ah, Mom, please.  We don't even know her." Steven whined as
he turned around.

Without so much as a hesitant flinch, the elderly lady again
heisted the hem but this time in the front pushing it toward
the center.  Steven's well stiffened penis flopped as it and
his scrotum were now completely exposed.  "May I?"

"Sure, go ahead."  Sharon nodded.

The old bony fingers of the grandmotherly figure pinched and
twisted the glans and then gently massaged his scrotum.  "My
you are a handsome little specimen."

She was interrupted by the skycap calling, "Next!" while
nodding his disapproval of the goings on.  Releasing the hem
again the shorts fell into place as the old lady began her
check-in process.

"Thank you and have a good trip." She called to the now
departing entourage.

"You, too!" Karen replied for the group.  It was evident the
lady's gaze wasn't going to change until the long tanned
legs of the little boys were well out of sight.

At the gate the boys were made to sit one after another with
their legs spread provided a public viewing of their most
'private' parts.  All four were erect with the arousal
caused by the exposure.  Two little girls sitting across
from them pointed and giggled while holding their hands over
their mouths.  One of them pointed out the show to their
mother who also smiled and remarked back to them.

People walking by the gate headed to other areas were often
distracted to look over at the boys.  Both Sammy's and
Steven's penis heads were clearly sticking out from the
covering of the leg of their shorts.  Sammy started to
adjust to hide the tip when he was told by his mother to
leave it alone.  With that the mother of the little girls
nodded her approval of the correction.  It was evident they
were enjoying the show.

"I hate just sitting and waiting.  Don't you just want to
get on the plane and get out of here?" Andrea was growing
impatient as she spoke to Sharon.

"Just be patient.  We'll get there and hopefully we'll leave
rich."  Sharon replied.

"Yeah, we'll be rich and boys' fashions will dramatically
head the way it should have gone in the first place." Susan
added. "I'm excited at the prospect of boy's being
encouraged to wear less clothing.  I for one like the show. 
I mean we have the potential for changing the world-wide
fashion trend to the next best thing to boy nudity.  After
all, little girls have been there for a long time.  We're
just over adjusting with our little boys."

"Indeed we are, indeed we are."  Sharon agreed. "Look,
aren't those two little girls cute?  They've been glued to
the boys show for the last fifteen minutes.  So has their
mother."

"Yes, they are cute." Susan agreed.

"You girls can come over and get a closer look if you want
to." Susan offered.

With that the girls' mother retorted with a heavy French
accent, "They do not speak English, but they are intrigued
with the boy's penises.  The boys in France are rarely
circumcised and that has their attention.  Our boys aren't
nearly as shy about being naked in front of others as
children are in the United States.  They accept their bodies
much more and aren't allowed to develop modesty like they do
here."  The woman explained.
"My girls just find the circumcised penises interesting.  I
explained to them why these boys look different."

"If they'd like a closer look they're welcome to come over
and look.  If they'd like they can touch too." Susan
offered.

"Oh that would be very nice.  Are you sure the boys won't
mind.  The touching I mean?"

"No, they will be very happy to let them examine their
parts."

The mother spoke something in French.  Again, the two little
girls covered their mouths to shield the giggles.  The older
one who appeared to be nine or ten stood to cautiously
approach the boys.  She was followed by her younger sister
who appeared eight or nine.  They approached the boys and
stood admiring the older boys' exposed heads.  Both Steven
and Sammy blushed.  Karen entered the picture grabbed the
leg of Sammy's shorts and hiked it up further.  Taking her
index finger she traced over the hardened penis, "Go ahead
you can touch it."  Jamie not to be out done hiked Steven's
shorts, while Shaqueta raised the legs of both twins at the
same time.  The girls spent a few minutes lightly touching
at first and then squeezing the boys' penises.  As they did
a crowd of commuting adults gathered to watch the
exploration.  After examining all four, they returned to
their seats still giggling and spoke of the experience in
their native tongue to their mother.  She began explaining
some thing to them in French.

The crowd which had gathered dissipated.  Two men were
overhead saying, "I wish we could get away with that. 
Imagine hand jobs right in the airport waiting area."  Both
laughed and moved on down the concourse.

As the flight boarding began the boys rose.  It was obvious
the waiting area experience was a "stiffening" experience as
both had tents from their erections.  "Get those things
down," Karen ordered in a loud whisper.  "It's starting to
be embarrassing."  The little boys were less noticeable but
most certainly were sporting stiffies as well.  "I mean it
do something to get those back to normal or I'll pull your
pants down and whip you right here."  All of a sudden Karen
was the mother?

"Leave them alone, Karen.  They can't wish them down. 
They'll get soft when they get used to the situation." Susan
corrected the pre-teen's order.  It was apparent Susan
enjoyed watching their stiff penises both from under tents
and especially out in the open.

As the women and children boarded the plane they were held
up temporarily as some passengers were putting their bags
into the overhead compartments.  Teddy suddenly yelled,
"Hey!"  Turning around there was a stewardess who had
reached up under his shorts and taken the liberty to pinch
his butt cheek.  In a maternally protective gesture Marjorie
had turned to see what was happening to him and when she
became aware of the situation she just smiled at the
stewardess.

"I love little boy butts. They're rubbable, pinchable, and
spankable," she smiled.

Marjorie just smiled and nodded her agreement.

As the flight progressed the children became tired.  Jamie
was the first to fall asleep.  The younger boys were yawning
and trying hard to stay awake.  "You know if the boys would
sleep better without their clothing on, you can undress
them." The stewardess suggested.

"Are you sure there won't be any rules broken, if we do
that?" Marjorie double checked.

"No, not at all."

"Boys take off your shorts and shirts.  It's time to get
some sleep." She ordered her boys to strip.  Cautiously
Timmy slid his shorts off and his flaccid penis came into
view.  His mother helped him remove his shirt. Teddy was
more hesitant.  His penis was erect as he freed it from the
confines of the skimpy pair of shorts.  His shirt too was
removed by his mother.  Both boys were told to lie back in
their reclined seats and warned about covering their boy
parts.

"Why don't you and Steven get your clothes off, too.  You'd
be more comfortable." Susan asked.

"Nah, that's okay.  I'm comfortable." Steven replied.

"Yeah, me too!" Sammy added.

As the transatlantic flight progressed the two older boys
fought the desire to doze off.  "Hey, Sammy, we gotta stay
awake or our moms will make us strip like the twins," Steven
whispered.  "Everybody on the plane will be looking at our
things."

"Yeah, look at Teddy he's lying there with his legs spread
apart and showing off all his stuff.  Good thing he's asleep
or he'd really be embarrassed." Sammy pointed out.

"They're little kids.  They don't care.  Haven't you
noticed?  They walk around naked all the time and they don't
get as many boners as we do." Steven whispered back.

"Hey, what are you guys talking about?" Karen interrupted
the whispering from the seat behind them.

Sammy knelt in his seat and looked over at her, "Oh,
nothing.  We're just wondering what it's going to be like in
France."  Then twisting and dropping back into his seat he
whispered to his seat mate, "Bitch".  Both boys grinned.

In Paris there was a man in a dark suit standing at the
escalators to the baggage claim with "Strings and Sacks"
penned in magic marker on a white cardboard sign.

"Hi, we're with Strings and Sacks." Sharon remarked.

"I have been sent by Donny Milfinger's people to transport
you to the hotel," the man explained with a heavy French
accent.  "May I have your baggage claim tickets?"

Handing him the tickets he transferred them to a waiting
skycap and escorted the entourage to his waiting limo.

"Oh my God, I've never ridden in a stretch limo before,"
Marjorie announced as she entered the opened door.  "You
sure there's enough room for all of us?"

"No, Madam, there's another right behind you.  "Oh my, my,
my.  Boys get in here!" She called to Teddy and Timmy.

"Jamie, why don't you ride with Marjorie and the boys and
help her keep them straight?" Andrea suggested. "I'll tell
you what, why don't all three of you girls ride with them. 
The rest of us will ride in this one back here."  She
pointed toward the second limo. The older boys were ushered
into the second limo followed by Andrea and their mothers. 
They were off to the hotel.

As the second limo pulled up, Marjorie the girls and Teddy
and Timmy were already unloaded and the luggage was being
moved by the bellhop.  The little boys were not attracting
many noticeable looks from passersby.  Though their shorts
were so short the bottom of their ass cheeks were definitely
visible, such attire on little boys wasn't remarkable in the
French capital.  As the chauffer opened the door for the
older boys and mothers, Sammy and Steven's legs were spread
wide showing their penises and scrotums plainly.  Sammy was
sporting a hard-on.  Susan noticing this, said, "Okay boys,
out you go.  Oh and Sammy, lift the front of one of your
shorts and let that thing poke out until it goes soft. 
Let's let everyone in Paris have a look at that little head
of yours.  After all, I think it's hard because it's happy
with the new look and wants to show it off."

"Oh, Moommmm.  These people don't even know me.  Please
don't make me show them."

"That's the point, Sammy, they don't know you. So, why are
you so afraid to let them see your little penis?"

"Because, it's private!  I don't want everyone outside and
in the hotel to see it."

"You little boys don't have anything that's private.  I
thought you'd have picked up on that by now.  The people of
the world have seen your dick and balls already in the
magazine.  Showing them the real thing is your
responsibility as a 'celebrity'.  Now don't argue with me
again or I'll take the shorts and you can walk out naked. 
Then the world would see it all.  Matter of fact that sounds
like a winner to me?" She assumed a fake pensive look as she
waited for her son to move.  As he left the limo, Sammy
pushed the left leg of his shorts up so the hem rested on
the shaft of his erect member.  As people passed, his
erection got momentary glances.  To a person, it brought a
quick smile to their faces as they continued on their way.

"Oh how cute," Andrea commented on Sammy's condition. 
"Let's go in a have a look around the hotel shall we?"

As they approached the front desk, a voice with a Germanic
accent said, "You must be the ladies from America."

"Why, yes, we are." Sharon acknowledged.

"I'm Donny Milfinger.  Welcome!"

As the children continued to stare around with their mouths
agape at the massive hotel lobby, their mothers began the
introductions.  Completely unaware of their names being
spoken Sammy and Steven continued to stare at the high
ceilings and chandeliers.

Suddenly Sammy felt a touch to his still hard member.  He
bolted with the unexpected intrusion. "Oh this is sweet, may
I?"  The accented request was aimed at Susan.

"Why, certainly Mr. Milfinger, feel all you want."  As he
had been trained by the now smiling Karen, Sammy put his
hands behind his back as the weird older male played with
his penis and firm little bag.  "Oh this is so cute.  He is
cut too and I don't see many like that."

"Yes, I had that done just last month.  We all got to
watch." Susan bragged.

"How educational.  Girls, did you enjoy watching, Sammy is
it?" after the acknowledging nod from Karen, "Get his little
boy thing stripped of that nasty old foreskin?"

Jamie spoke right up, "Yeah.  And his Mom has it in his baby
book at home."

"That's sentimental," he continued twirling the brown glans
between his finger and thumb. "I'd like to have some time
with each of these little boys sometime during the next few
days.  You know just to examine them."

"How would you like to have them for the day tomorrow while
we girls go out and sightsee and shop.  We can send them to
you in our thongs so you can see the product.  They're easy
to remove and the four of them could just run around nude in
your suite for the rest of the day.   You could take them to
the hotel pool nude or in thongs, it'd be up to you." 
Sharon offered with the positive acknowledgement of Susan
and Marjorie.

"I can leave the strap so he can whip them if they need it,
too." Karen offered.
Prissing the designer replied, "Oh no young lady, I want to
play I don't want to hurt.  Well, unless some of my
exploration and play introduces some new type of discomfort. 
But I do want to get to know them well, all of them.  Are
they all cut?"

Marjorie field that question, "Yes, all four are
circumcised."

"May I use them like lollipops if I'm so driven?"

This guy was getting creepy to Steven was now more
interested in the current discussion than in the ceiling of
the lobby.  His face had a frightened look as he cast
glances to his mother and the other adult women.  Somewhat
surprised at his forwardness, Marjorie continued, "Of
course, you can lick or suck whatever you like.  But we'd
ask that you not, you know…" she glanced toward the man's
crotch and then Teddy's bottom.

"Oh, no.  No! I wouldn't even think of it.  They are too
young for that.  Well, maybe the little ones are…"

"No, please.  Play all you want, but don't," leaning forward
Sharon whispered, "fuck them."  Then in an audible voice she
added, "let's just say, we'd like you to keep your pants on. 
Take theirs' off, touch and stimulate all you want."

"Oh, I had so hoped to know them very well.  But we can
build our friendship.  When would you be able to send them
to visit?"

"How about, tomorrow at nine.  We'll be gone all day.  That
should give you time to get to know them." Andrea concluded
the negotiations.

"Yes, send them in those luscious thongs you have made.  The
mesh ones.  All four in the mesh thongs.  That'll be good. 
Send those matching tops too, but have them carry them. 
These two boys," he put his arms around Steven on one side
and Sammy on the other and continued, "these two are solid. 
Nice looking legs well, pronounced muscle structure, cute
butts and I'll bet have nice little abs to boot.  They're so
tan."

"Yeah, and no tan lines!" Karen added with a proud smile. 
Her remark was followed by a wink from the forty something
man.

"Well you get checked in and I will see you tomorrow." Donny
continued followed by a pinch on Steven's ass.  Then he
headed toward the doors looking back frequently at the
beauty of the boys' legs and Sammy's still erect phallus.

Making sure the entourage accompanying the weird man was
clear, the girls were entertained by staring around the
lobby, and the other women save Susan were out of earshot,
Steven quietly implored, "Mom, please don't make us go stay
with that guy.  He's weird.  Mom, please."

"Steven, Honey, he's not going to hurt you.  He just wants
to get to know you better." His mother tried to reassure
him.

"But he's a man.  He's a queer, Mom. Letting the girls and
you guys feel us is one thing but having a man feel us isn't
a good idea, Mom."

"Steven, what's the difference.  He's just going to feel and
play."

"Yeah, but he's a guy."

"Well, correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't you and Sammy
spend about an hour sucking and licking Timmy and Teddy's
little penises the other day?  Didn't you two lick their
butt holes?  I think you did.  Does that make you 'weird' or
'queer'?"

"Mom, that's because Karen was whipping us if we didn't. It
hurt. We did it just to make her stop."

"Well, it was good practice.  You will entertain Mr.
Milfinger tomorrow and you'd better do whatever he tells
you.  End of story.  Understand?" Sharon had a very serious
look on her face to emphasize her words.

Half whispering, but still loud enough to be heard by Susan
and Sammy, Steven continued, "Yes. But what if he puts his
you know what in my butt? They say that's what queers do."

Overhearing the conversation Sammy added, "Yeah. That's what
they say those guys do."

"Listen, both of you, he won't. But if he does, you just do
what you're told. Just stop this discussion, right now.
Think about something else."  Sharon replied as Susan
overhearing the interchange just smiled in support.  "Take
the little boys and the four of you go sit on that couch
over there.  Remember, legs wide apart."  Each of the bigger
boys took the hands of their younger counterparts and took
them to the couch.

"I don't mind if he fucks Sammy.  I think it'd be kind of
interesting.  Don't you? I mean wouldn't you like to watch
that?" Susan said to Sharon under her breath.  "I mean how
much worse than the bottle brushes could that be?"

"Susan! We'll talk about this later. What's wrong with you?"
Sharon was half surprised at her friend's willingness to
share her son so intimately with a grown male stranger even
if he was paying for their trip.

"Nothing, I'm just saying…."

"Not here, Susan.  Let's wait to discuss this somewhere
else." Sharon cautioned as if she was talking to one of the
children.

The boys were getting more and more attention from the
passing guests.  Quick glances were often followed by a
little longer stare and a smile.  There wasn't any sign of
disgust or disapproval from anyone.  The four women stood at
the counter while the desk clerk arranged adjoining rooms. 
"I hope our boys aren't too distracting to the other
guests." Andrea offered to the clerk.

They young woman glanced at the boys who were sitting in
such a fashion as to leave nothing to the imagination.  "No,
no, this is France. Little boys' bodies are not looked upon
as dirty.  They're considered cute and complete nudity is
often seen in fountains, beaches and parks all over Europe. 
It is just the Americans and the British who seem to have
problems with little boy nudity, we don't.  I must say the
four of them are adorable."  The clerk smiled and went back
to room selection.

After giving the keys to the four adjoining rooms, Susan
mentioned to Andrea, "Sharon and I are going to that little
café across the street for a minute.  Would you mind taking
the kids up with you?"

"Well, why don't you wait and we can all join you?"

"We have something we need to discuss.  Please, we won't be
long.  Later we can all go somewhere." Susan petitioned.

"Well, okay, but please make it short.  We've got a lot of
planning to do.  I'll have Karen dress them in their thongs
and take them to the pool."

"Great idea. We'll only be an hour or so."

Sharon began talking as they crossed the street, "I can't
believe you.  If this is about pimping out my son, it
doesn't need to go any further. No!"

"Pimping them out?  Pimping them out? What the hell do you
call letting him play with their penises, balls, and anuses? 
Shit they've already been pimped out.  This is about ground
rules.  Wouldn't you get horny watching him shove his dick
up Steven's ass?  Come on now, be honest, wouldn't you?"

"No, I wouldn't.  It's disgusting."

"Sharon, it's not like we don't let the girls do whatever
they want to them.  What's the difference—a bottle brush or
a dick?"

"Plenty," they continued as the dodged the traffic, "one's
an inanimate thing and the other shoots cum up their asses. 
One we can control and the other we allow him to control. 
One is not necessarily teaching an alternative life style
and the other is.  Should I go on?"

"Look, just let him have at it once if he'll allow us to
watch."

"I'm not going to do that to Steven.  Besides, if Dave ever
found out about it, he'd divorce me and take Steven to boot. 
You know how hard it was to convince him to make his son
walk around on display?  Do you have any idea?  Now, you
want me to have to explain having the boy anally penetrated
by the dick of a complete stranger.  What if the guy has
AIDS or something?  NO!!!! I will not allow him to do that
to Steven.  He can play within limits, but fucking the boy
is out of the question."

"I never thought about AIDS. You've got a point there.  I
mean guys like Milfinger get around to some pretty seedy
places, I'd bet."

"Okay is this settled?"

"He can suck them, right?"

"I don't have a problem with that.  I just don't want him
depositing his cum, through a bloody mess, into my son's ass
hole.  It isn't going to happen.  Let him suck and lick to
his hearts content, but no anal stuff.  Now, can we put this
to rest."

"Yeah, but it still makes me hot to imagine Sammy, or
Steven, lying nude at the edge of a table a nude man
standing with his erect penis at anal level.  The boy's legs
are drawn up, he has a frightened look on his face, tears in
his eyes, and the tip of that erect adult dick pressing
against his trap door while the strong male's hands hold the
boy's thighs in place.  That big penis pushing harder and
harder as it makes its way in.  Sammy screaming in pain
every inch as it slowly penetrates him.  Then the rhythmic
pumping of a man's hips as his ass cheeks dimple and release
with each stroke, and Sammy eventually adjusting and
accepting the action and getting his own hips in a
complementary rhythm. The boy's groans become less and less
from pain and more and more from pleasure.  The pumping
continues. The heavy breathing of both permeates the room. 
Over and over the man's butt tenses and relaxes as he
withdraws and thrusts.  Then the final thrust as the payload
is released.  The man's grip on the boy's legs tenses as he
slaps the boy's body tighter and tighter into his groin. 
The muscles in Milfinger's legs are tight. He's on his toes
as he shoots again and again.  Sammy's face illustrates the
pleasure of the moment.  His eyes are closed.  His mouth is
opened.  His little dick is still hard as a rock from the
massage his prostate just underwent. The pleasurable groans
of both fill the air. Oh shit, I'm going to have an orgasm
right here at the table, if I don't stop."

"Susan you're one sick woman."

"Yeah, well if I play that scene one more time in my mind,
Sammy may be in trouble. You know, I've heard you can even
see the rippling in the boy's abdomen as the penis does it's
in and out thing."

"You're disgusting, Susan.  You're a mother too!  All I can
say is Steven certainly won't be involved in satisfying your
fantasy."

"I don't have a Dave to worry about so Sammy still might."

"It's not just Dave. What about the boys' mental health? Not
to mention the physical health.  Remember AIDS? Too much can
happen to them as well.  It isn't just about us.  You do
what you want, but keep Steven out of it."

"Yeah, but you gotta admit.  It'd be arousing.  It'd be an
image you could masturbate to over and over again.  Wouldn't
it?  Now, wouldn't it? Imagine we could let the girls watch
and that would give them masturbation material for a
lifetime.  I'll bet that JR guy would film it.  Reckon he's
here for the show?"

"Enough, Susan, enough! Why does everything have to be about
getting you sexually aroused?  We're here about fashion, not
about sex."

"Oh come on, Sharon.  Fashion my ass.  We're here because
four thirtyish women want to make their little boys show off
their stuff.  We're here to teach our boys humility and
obedience and proudly put them on display.  We're here
because we want sell the world on exposing their little boys
for our viewing pleasure.  Even at home, we allow the boys
to be used anyway the girls want, and if that isn't about
sex…"

"Well, I guess. But let's not forget, we hope to get rich in
the process. Not to mention seeing and touching isn't
fucking."

"Shit, Susan, we're giving the boys to that man to play with
for a whole day.  I mean he's going to be stripping them
nude and you know they won't wear a thing all day.  He's
going to be fondling and sucking and licking, but that isn't
about sex?  Come on, girl! And, if it isn't about sex, why
do the boys get hard-ons when we make them display
themselves to other people? Even Timmy and Teddy sprout
erections most of the time."

"I think the more they do expose themselves the less it will
give them stiffies. The more common boy penises, scrotums
and asses become the less it will arouse them. Remember what
the clerk said about European attitudes?  I'll bet the boys
here are less likely to be erect when naked in public than
ours are.  So is it sex or a psychological thing?  You know
we could say we're building self-assurance in them.  We're
sending the message their bodies are okay."

"Sharon, I doooonnnn't know.  You're getting too deep for
me.  I just know I'd love to watch Sammy get it up his
ass—just once.  Do you think the feelings are something like
what a woman feels?"

"I don't know.  How in the hell would I know that?"  Sharon
was getting perturbed at the line of discussion.

"Just wondering."

"Yeah, well I guess we'll never know.  How could we? 
There's absolutely no way to compare, but I'd imagine not. 
I'd imagine the penis stimulates the prostate the same way
it does the clit. I'm not sure the same sensitivity is at
play.  But I don't know.  I've got to stop this line of
thinking.  Let's change the subject.  I'm getting pissed off
just thinking I allowed myself to get involved in this
discussion." Sharon waved her friend off with her hand to
accentuate her disgust.

"But you made some good points. Okay we can change the
subject."

"Let's head back to the hotel. I'm tired and I need some
rest." Sharon responded with a yawn.

  
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