Strings and Sacks, Inc. Chapter 5
By Sir Cum Sizemore

copyright 2006 by Sir Cum Sizemore, all rights reserved 

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Chapter 5

"Okay, kids it's off to the pool," Andrea announced having
packed them back into the van.

"Mom, Timmy's wiener is stick up again," Jamie tattled.

"Fix it for him, Honey, you know what to do," Andrea
responded.  With that Marjorie turned to see the twin's
penis peeking out from the side of the pouch, but it was
extended to about two inches. She wanted to watch the little
seven year old girl fix the problem.

"Okay Timmy, take off the thong thing."  Jamie commanded.

"I don't want to and you can't make me," he responded to his
prior classmate.

"Yes, she can young man. You get that thong off now.  You
have to follow her orders any time she gives them.  You move
it mister.  Now!"  His mother straightened out his attitude
and the boy pulled the string.

"Marjorie, may I use the lanyard to fix it?" Jamie asked.

"What's the lanyard, Jamie?"

"The lanyard to whip it with," she responded.  

"Marjorie, look inside my purse you'll see a whistle lanyard
in there.  Give it to her." Andrea directed and Marjorie
open the purse to find the vinyl woven lanyard sitting right
at the top.  Grabbing it she gave it to Jamie and directed
her further.

"Here, Jamie, and because he was slow to do what you told
him we'll spread his legs and let you whip all of his boy
parts for awhile.  The more pain the more gain.  Timmy
spread your legs apart and put your hands behind your head. 
Steven, hold his hands up there, Karen you take one knee and
Teddy you hold the other.  Hold him tight now.  Okay Jamie
let him have it."

The lanyard whistled through the air as it sharply slapped
his testicles and penis all at once.  Timmy writhed under
the pain causing Steven to have to strengthen his grip and
the two hold his legs to push harder.  Karen slapped his hip
to gain more control.  Suddenly the familiar whistle of the
narrow lanyard passing through the air was heard again.  It
connected with a snap on his penis and scrotum leaving a red
strip across each.  He tried to move but was held tightly
enough he couldn't.  Again the lanyard cut into his boy
parts.  Through his tears he begged to be left alone.  He
promised to do whatever Jamie ordered.  But that wasn't good
enough.  The lanyard whistled and landed again.  Watching
the beating was intriguing to Steven as he wasn't the
victim, but thoroughly enjoyed the rush of watching his
younger protégé getting punished.  Teddy was cringing and
somewhat disturbed at what he was watching.  Karen was
prodding her sister on with, "Is that all you got Jamie. 
Hit his nut sack a few times.  Really whip hard."  The rush
of the show was causing an erection visible in Steven's mesh
sack.  It didn't go unnoticed by Karen.

"Aunt Sharon, Steven's got a woody too.  Look it's real
hard."  

"Jamie, when you're done with Timmy, give Karen the lanyard. 
If Steven doesn't cooperate, Karen, you can whip his balls
too.  If he does only the penis, okay?"

"Oh please let me whip his sack too," Karen begged.

"Only if he gives you a ration of crap," Sharon reiterated.

"Oh please Steven, give me a hard time.  I want to put
stripes on that ball sack of yours to show off to the other
girls at the pool.  Please give me a hard time."  Karen
begged her soon to be victim.

Fearing the ramifications for giving Karen a rough time
Steven undid the bow in anticipation of the penis flogging.
That would be bad enough.  As he did so, Timmy screamed in
pain as Jamie applied the tenth strip to his little boy
package.

"That's enough, Jamie, now give the lanyard to your sister,"
Andrea commanded.

"Oh please Mom, I'm not finished.  I want to whip his tip a
few more times."

"Jamie, I said that's enough.  If you give me a hard time,
I'll pull your suit off and whip your naked little butt
right in front of the boys.  Now give the lanyard to Karen."

Proud she had reduced her classmate to tears and sobbing and
with a look of satisfaction on her face that she made him
hold his little boy parts and roll in pain after ceasing the
whipping, she followed her mother's directive. She handed
the lanyard over to her sister who immediately began
flogging Steven's penis.  Under the barrage of stinging
contacts it quickly retreated to a flaccid state.  He was
told to put his thong back on as they pulled into the
parking lot of the community pool.  There were few adults at
the pool, but many bikes locked to the rack outside. 
Children were everywhere.

"Oh shoot.  It doesn't appear to be a good day for sales. 
There won't be many adults in there the lot is not full. 
That equates to few parents folks," Marjorie observed.

"We'll go in anyway and let some of the kids feel the boys
up a little.  If there aren't many adults, we can leave
early.  We have a lot of thongs to put together just to fill
the orders."  Andrea coached.

As they entered the pool area the three boys were trying
desperately to cover their jewels from the sight of the mid-
sized audience present on the pool deck.  Karen ended up
slapping Steven's hands and Jamie pulled Teddy's hands away
from his crotch.  Suddenly the snap of a belt echoed as it
connected with Teddy's backside and tears immediately began
to flow.  Marjorie the released a sharp slap of the belt on
Timmy's rear.  He too began to tear.  "Get those hands away. 
You let the people see what you've got.  Don't you dare
cover yourselves."  Fire was in her eyes.  Seeing this
Steven slowly dropped his hands and tried to shelter the
view of his crotch by turning toward the fence.

"Sharon?  Aren't you Sharon…" Sharon turned to see an
attractive black woman of about thirty with a questioning
look.

"Yes, I'm Sharon Richards."

"You don't remember me, do you?" the lady asked.

"Your face is familiar, but I'm afraid I do….." Sharon took
pause, "You're Susan Wooten.  We were room mothers when the
boys were in first grade.  Now I remember you."

"So how has life been treating you?"

"Oh pretty good, I've really gotten myself bogged down
lately though.  We're opening a new business."  Andrea
approached the two women.  "Andrea this is Susan Wooten. 
She was a room mother at the school when our sons were in
the first grade."

"Nice to meet you," Andrea extended her hand to the new
acquaintance.

"Likewise.  Is Steven here with you?"

"Yes, that's Steven standing over there."

"The boy with the bare bottom?"

"That's him in his new thong. He hates it and I love it. 
Cute buns, huh?" Sharon kidded.

"How did you get him to wear that thing?  Sammy would raise
holy hell if I suggested he wear something like that."

"You don't ask.  You tell and you carry a big belt and whip
the fire out of their asses if they don't do what their
told.  We believe little boys don't deserve modesty and they
should be proud of their boy parts.  Steven, come over here
and show Mrs. Wooten your thong."

Slowly the boy turned and began the approach.  He could feel
his penis begin to harden.

"Oh my, his butt isn't the only show in town.  I like, I
like.  Look at that little…I thought white boys weren't hung
very well.  Guess that's a commonly accept belief in the
black community.  He's pretty well endowed." Susan was quick
to note.

"Not to worry.  He's gifted with a longer penis than most,"
Andrea reassured her.

"Yeah, it looks bigger than Sammy's.  May I examine the
thong?" 

"Sure take your time.  We're making these now and sell them
only for young boys.  If you like it, we can work something
out for you."

Sharon's long slender fingers were each topped by a long
finger nail painted a mother of pearl pink color.  She ran
the nails around the boy's waist under the string.  Slowly
she drew her fingers down the basting keeping her fingers
between his skin and the material.  Steven could feel the
woman's fingers brushing his now erect penis and scrotum. 
The touch complicated the situation by making his erection
even harder.  As she removed her fingers, she guided the
head of his penis out the side of the triangular patch.

"I'm impressed.  The sewing is excellent and the nylon
should make it last longer.  Tell me, does he usually walk
around with that stick poking out?" 

Sharon was quick to respond, "Karen would you get Steven's
penis soft for us?"

"No, please, Mom, I can do it.  I'll do it myself."  Steven
begged not wanting to have to shed the only covering he had
skimpy as it was.

"Untie, Steven," Karen ordered.  Steven slowly complied and
began to cry.  He pulled the tail of the bow.  The thong
fell to the pool deck.  Grabbing his sack Karen cradled it
with her left hand and forcefully flicked the balls with her
index finger.  Steven grabbed defensively, his knees went
together as he fought to maintain his standing posture.  The
pained look on his face displayed his displeasure.  "Move
those hands, I want to see if it went down."  Karen
demanded.  The boy with tears flowing down his cheeks
exposed his boyhood to the women and the dictatorial girl. 
"Looks like another flick or two might do it," she fired off
two more in rapid succession which dropped the boy to the
concrete of the pool deck.  He rolled groaning and crying,
totally nude on the deck.  Jamie approached and pulled his
hands away as a black girl, who appeared to be a little
older than Jamie but not as old as Karen, raced over with a
black boy who appeared to be Steven's age.

"Momma, momma what's wrong with that boy?" the girl asked. 
"Where are his clothes?"

Then Steven heard a more familiar voice. "Steven?  Steven is
that you?"  A hand grabbed Steven's arm in an effort to help
him off the pavement. Still clutching his genitals more for
comfort than from embarrassment Steven arose catching the
eye of Sammy Wooten a classmate from last year.  "Steven,
how come you're naked?"  

"He has to be for his punishment.  Because we're at the
public pool, he may put his thong back on."  Sharon
instructed.

As Steven tried to straighten out his skimpy covering the
new audience member remarked, "Oooooo, Mom, you can see his
wiener through that thing," the girl announced. "It has
holes all over it."

"Shaqueta, leave Steven alone." Susan instructed her
daughter.

"Sharon this is my daughter Shaqueta and you remember Sammy
of course.  Shaqueta is nine, soon to be ten." 

"This is Mrs. Richards and her friends," she introduced
Andrea and Marjorie to the children.

"Steven's got a big wiener, doesn't he Momma?" the nine year
old noted with simple honesty.

"That's enough, Shaqueta.  Why don't you run along and
swim."

"Because I wanna see that boy's naked parts.  I can swim any
time, but seeing this…" She began to explain.  Steven had
reinstalled his thong and the girl was choked by the fact it
didn't hide much more that his total nudity.  "That's a
weird swimming suit."

"Yeah, Steven why are you wearing that?" Sammy inquired.
"Man, you can see your dick and balls plain as can be."

"Because my Mom makes me," he told his friend with a look of
disgust at his mother.

"Can I touch his thing?" Shaqueta asked.

"Shaqueta, keep your hands to yourself," Susan cautioned her
child.

"Oh, no, she can touch if she wants.  Steven's parts are for
public examination.  She can feel them if she wants." 
Sharon remarked.

The timid little girl reached for the pouch containing the
boy's package with one finger and quickly touched.  The
second approach was made with the full hand and cradled his
ball sack.  "His peepee is different than Sammy's".

"Yes, Steven is circumcised and he doesn't have the skin on
the end like your brother does."  Susan explained to her
daughter.  Then she turned her attention to the ladies glued
visually to the sight of this little girl fingering the
boy's penis.  "I don't let Sammy lock the bathroom door and
he has to let his sister in and out as she wants, so she
gets to see quite a bit of is boy parts." She explained. 
"Of course, I won't let him walk in on her while she's in
there.  I also believe boys don't deserve modesty, but
little girls certainly do."

"Well, why don't you put him in one of these?  Steven will
be wearing one almost exclusively all summer long." Sharon
replied.
About that moment, Jamie ushered the twins from the pool to
the gathering.  "Oh my, what cute little boys.  Twins, and
they have a matching set I see."

"Yes, those are my boys," Marjorie claimed.  "They will be
wearing thongs all summer also.  That is, when they aren't
made to stay naked."

"Can I have a look at the little boys' wieners too?"
Shaqueta asked her mother.

Before Susan could answer, Marjorie piped up, "Go ahead,
Honey, knock yourself out.  Boys, let Shaqueta feel your
penises and testicles."

Reluctantly the boys spread their legs and allowed the
child's exploration.  Both hardened almost immediately. 
"Jamie, you need to make Timmy and Teddy soft again."  The
eight year old took Teddy's balls in her right hand and
Timmy's in her left and pinched hard dropping both boys in
agony to the deck. Teddy teared up and Timmy shouted in
anger as he rolled on the deck trying desperately to regain
their composure.

"Oh shit, Sharon, I wanna do this to Sammy too.  Where do I
get the thong?" Susan was choked with arousal as she spoke.  

"Here just fill out the form and we'll get one made for
him." Marjorie reached in her purse and handed the mother a
copy of the order form.  "Right now we have the mesh and a
solid model.  They're both the same price.  You can pay
Sharon when she delivers it."

Karen had made Steven drape his body over a chaise lounge
chair backwards so Shaqueta could get her fill of feeling
his balls and penis.  Sammy somewhat curious as to what was
going on walked over to the ladies.  "What's that Mom?"

"It's an order form for one of those thongs like Steven's."

A panicked look appeared immediately in Sammy's eyes.  "Oh
no, you're not going to get one of those for me.  You can
just forget it, I'm not wearing it.  Mom, don't even think
it."

"I'm going to and you will wear it or go naked, your
choice."  Susan took a tough tone with her belligerent son.

"Oh come on Mom.  That's probably against the law.  I mean
look you can see his whole ass and the front is right there
where everyone can see it.  That front part just keeps it in
one place it doesn't hide anything.  You can't believe I
should wear one of those."

With a diabolical grin and a glint in her eye Susan
reiterated, "Oh, yes, I do and you will.  Look at it this
way Sammy, the whole white world thinks black males have
bigger rods than any other race.  We know that isn't
necessarily true, don't we?  I mean look at Steven's yours
isn't that long, but it's still respectable.  One thing,
your balls have fallen more than Steven's so you have
something on him.  With a thong I can kind of keep up with
the changes on your way to manhood.  So don't worry about
it, boy, you're going on display.  Just think how pleased
your sister will be to show you off to her friends."

"I'll let you see it everyday Mom.  You can measure it,
touch it whatever you want.  Just don't make me wear one of
those things."

"That's nice of you, but I don't need your permission to
touch it.  You're my child.  I can touch it, look at it or
change it any way I want to.  With a thong so can everyone
else.  I'm the generous type, son, you know that, I'll share
anything—even my son's package."
Susan then returned to conversing with Sharon.  "So what are
your folks doing this weekend, maybe we can get together."

"I'm not sure what Dave has planned for this weekend. I'll
give you a call.  Maybe we can deliver Sammy's thong. 
Steven might feel a little better if one of his friends has
to wear one too.  Anyway I'll let you know."

Susan walked over to retrieve her daughter who had her hand
under the mesh and had a death grip on Steven's erect penis. 
"Before I go can I do that flick thing?" the younger child
asked Karen.  "Sure, Steven undo the bow so I can take your
thong off."

Steven hesitated, but then released the string.  As Karen
removed the thong Sammy appeared and watched as his little
sister flicked his friend's scrotum.  "He's not doing
anything". 

"That's because your aren't doing it right.  For now, just
grab one of his 'grapes' inside the bag and pinch it real
hard.  I'll show you," Jamie coached.

"No I want to do it," Shaqueta separated one of his
testicles and applied a quick but effective pinch to the
gonad.  The result was immediate as Steven rolled off the
lounge chair and hit the concrete with a high pitched
shrill.  The girl smiled with pride at the power she'd just
exercised.  "Look, I did it.  He's crying."  

"Yes, you did.  You'll be getting a lot more practice real
soon.  Won't she Sammy?"  Susan gloated.

"No Mom.  Please don't do this." Sammy begged as his family
walked toward the pool exit

"You know Sammy when I asked you to change in the locker
room here at the pool you wouldn't go in there.  You said
everyone gets naked and you didn't want to get naked in
front of other men and boys.  That's just not normal for
boys.  They're supposed to not worry about being naked.  You
know, not so long ago boys were expected to swim naked at
pools.  Oh, they had separate times for boys and girls, but
the girls could come watch the boys if they came with their
mothers.  There wasn't any modesty involved as far as boys. 
Today, boys are wusses.  They're pussies. I'm going to make
you tougher, I'm going to get rid of that modesty.  You'll
thank me for it, son." 

As the boy's voice was heard saying, "I'll change in the
locker room every time, just don't make me wear one of those
things." Both the voices and the silhouettes disappeared
into the parking lot.  

Chapter 6

Later that afternoon Dave called Sharon on her cell phone. 
After hanging up she and the women shared weekend plans. 
There were a lot of orders that had to be filled if this was
to become a lucrative project.

"Dave and I are going to take Steven out to the beach this
weekend.  Of course, he'll be wearing his mesh thong.  I
really haven't decided whether we'll take anything else for
him to wear.  Well, maybe his mesh top, too, but I'm not
sure we need much more."

Hearing this, Marjorie felt compelled to use this as an
initial marketing 'feeler'.  "Maybe I could ask my husband
Bob to take us all to the beach too.  I'd take Teddy and
Timmy in their mesh outfits. We could sit about a 100 yards
from you on the beach, so people wouldn't know we're
together.  It would look like this was an up and coming
thing as far as boy fashion. You know we'd act as though we
didn't know each other and give people some advertising if
they asked where we got them.  If we sit together, they'll
just think we're two 'perverts' or something and just shrug
it off.  But if we're apart it looks like a new trend.  What
do you think?"

Andrea looked pensive.  "You know that might just hatch this
thing wholesale.  I like it."
She continued, "Why don't you ask your husband?  Then call
Sharon and set up a time and place.  One of you could arrive
before the other by a couple of hours.  It just might work. 
We might be able to finish these orders we took at the pool
and get those folks to visit a quarter mile or so up the
beach.  Man, I like it.  Boy thongs all over.  Women and
girls get an eye full, modesty rules for boys head south,
and we get rich doing it.  Maybe, we need to patent the damn
things.  Hilfiger and Calvin Klein watch out here we come."

Marjorie handed Andrea a stack of orders, "Here are the
orders from the pool.  I would suggest we take the Wooten's
order, call her and see if she can't get Sammy to the beach. 
We need a minority kid in one.  Being black it'll make it
look even more popular.  Tell her she can have her order for
free and we'll give her a 10% commission on each thong she
sells.  Our first commissioned sales person.  Oh my God, I
can't stand how fast this is all happening."

"Now you girls are thinking like marketers," Marjorie
blustered.  "Let's get those little penises and balls
exposed.  It's for the public good."

Sharon assumed another responsibility, "I'll call Susan
Wooten.  I know her from the health club.  I think she'll
like the idea of getting a commission for showing off
Sammy's package.  Sure wish she'd get him circumcised
though, I like to see what color a black kid's head is."

"No, if he's not circumcised he'll be another variation to
the show.  If you're that interested, pull off his thong and
push the foreskin back.  I'll bet its pink."   Andrea
chided.

"Not if it's been circumcised for awhile.  It is more bluish
than pink on our boys.  Look!  They aren't pink.  Oh sure,
they might have been if they kept that skin, but they
certainly aren't now.  Well, maybe a little pink, but not
like a kid with a foreskin."  Sharon argued.  "Besides, I
think it's cuter to see that head.  You know that one eyed
worm in a turtleneck sweater as they say."

"Well, why don't you tell Susan you like it better and see
if she really gives a shit?"  Andrea teased in an effort to
end the line of conversation.  "Let's just get things
organized rather than talking about 'Tip-off Weekend', how
about it?"

"Okay, but I still would like to see that boy circumcised."

"How do you know he isn't, pray tell?" Marjorie asked a
question that didn't even occur to Andrea.

"Sammy and Steven were on a swim team together a couple of
years ago and parents were allowed in the locker room. 
Hell, there are a bunch of kids whose privates aren't really
that private to me." Sharon confessed.

"Got to see all that boy meat?" Marjorie summarized.

"Yes, they felt that as mothers of boys we'd all seen it
before.  How wrong is that reasoning?  Each boy is a little
different and it makes this a very interesting point of
view.  All of us were all eyes as each little boy stripped. 
Some of us purposely 'lost their underwear' so they had to
stand there with their little dicks swinging and sometimes
sticking out as we pretended to look for the item.  You know
kind of displaying our son's genitals to the rest.  Of
course we all looked but acted like it was nothing.  Then
some of us would comment on the kid's parts in the parking
lot after practice."  

"Sharon you never told me about that.  I'd have volunteered
to pick up my 'nephew' from swim practice for you.  You kept
that all to yourself."  Andrea feigned indignant.

"Let me put some salt in the wound.  Your girls could have
gone in the locker room too.  There were little sisters, big
sisters and brothers with the mothers too.  Those boys had
absolutely no privacy at all.  Most tried to creatively use
their towels to hide themselves.  Some parents let them, but
I would take and fold Steven's towel before he pulled his
Speedo off.  Then I'd slap his hand if he covered and say,
'Quit, it looks like you're playing with yourself'.  He'd
turn toward the lockers to restrict the view to his cute
little ass while I acted like I was looking for his
underwear. Sometimes another parent or little girl would
come over and talk to him as I put on the act.  Then I'd
say, 'Steven turn around and look at whoever while they talk
to you'.  When I did that, I got a look that would make
lasers mild.  But the heat from his stare would sooth when I
looked at the face of the mother or child visually examining
him."

"Then this public nudity is nothing new to him." Marjorie
inquired.

"Well, he's older now and the scale has changed.  We're not
talking locker room anymore and now we allow girls to feel
the goods rather than just look.  But the pool and the beach
are not a locker room.  There's no place to hide. And
there's no eminent cover coming."

"You dog, you.  You kept that all to yourself." Andrea shook
her head in disbelief.

Later that evening.

"Hi Susan, its Sharon."

"Hi Sharon.  Is there a problem with my order?"

"No, I'm calling with a proposition.  We were discussing
using Sammy to model the thong at the beach with the rest of
us this weekend.  We'd be willing to give you the thong and
we'd provide you with a ten percent commission for each
order you could round up.  In other words, when people
notice, you just give them an order form with your sales
number on it and we reimburse you. What do you think?"

"You mean, if I sold say a hundred of them I'd get two
hundred and fifty dollars?"

"Yeah, but you don't have to sell if you let Sammy's little
worm attract the fish.  You just reel them in."

"I like it.  You know, I'm quite a seamstress and I could
help you make these things too.  I noticed how many orders
you got at the pool today and I think you might need the
help filling those orders."

"Let me talk to Andrea and see if we're ready to take on
more staff.  But, what we really need is more sales.  That's
why I'm calling you.  If you parade Sammy around with that
thong on, it'll attract a lot of attention and might even
pay for the weekend and then some."

"Well, his dead beat Dad isn't keeping up with the child
support, I guess Sammy could help support himself this way. 
Besides, if his Dad saw him parading around the beach in
that thong, he'd shit.  He'd be sooooo pissed, but there
isn't a damn thing the asshole could do about it.  We'll be
there."

"Okay, but we can't act like we're together.  Marjorie is
bringing the twins and we're going to sit way apart so
people think this is just a new trend rather than a group of
friends who like exposing their boys.  If you could set your
stuff up oh a quarter mile east of the refreshment stand
where we usually sit, we'd 'bump into each other' and act
like we both found the same outlet for our boys.  Then we
could chat it up.  You know?"

"You know Sammy is going to blow a fuse.  He got really mad
at me when I ordered one of those for him.  He called me
everything but a white woman. No offense intended.  I beat
his ass with a belt for being rude and now he won't talk to
me.  This will really piss him off.  What time do you want
us there?"

"How about you show up at about eleven or so on Saturday
morning?  We'll already be there.  It'll separate our
relationship a little more if we do it that way.  I'll run
his thong and some order forms by your place tomorrow
morning at eight or so and then we'll head to the beach.  He
can see Steven wearing his and maybe it'll make it easier
for you."

"Oh, hell no.  There ain't anything gonna make that child
feel good about wearing that thong.  I'll probably have to
stripe his ass with the belt again, but we'll be there and
he'll have his thong on."

"You know if you do stripe his ass, should it be noticeable,
it's a sales gimmick.  You can say, 'And if he needs a good
whipping, you have no pants to remove, you just grab
something and cut loose.  His ass is always bare.'"

A short burst of giggles and Susan responded, "Good point.
See you tomorrow morning.  But, tell me, is it normal to get
aroused at the prospect of publicly exposing your son?"

"Oh yeah, it's great.  Enjoy the moment. Wait until you sit
there and watch some young girl fondle him.  You'll really
get wet down there if you know what I mean."

"I did watching Shaqueta rubbing Steven's at the pool
today."

"Things don't do anything but get better."  Then as a
parting statement Sharon added, "At least you don't have a
husband to try to convince.  Anyway we'll see you tomorrow
at the beach.  I'll bring Sammy's thong with me.  We'll meet
at the refreshment stand so people don't connect us.  You
can take it and make him change at your blanket.  You'd
better bring a belt. I wouldn't be surprised if he refuses.
You'll find the belt helps make them more compliant."

"Oh I will."

"See ya." Sharon hung up and dialed Marjorie's number.

"Hi, Marjorie?" after confirming the identity of the voice
on the other end, Sharon continued, "Geez I was afraid I was
going to get Bob and have to listen to his complaints about
what I've gotten you and he boys involved in."

"Oh, he's okay with it.  He even wants them to wear them to
the family reunion this year.  He says he's proud of their
little dicks and doesn't mind showing them off.  I think
it's some macho thing to say 'see I fathered some boys'. 
No, he likes those thongs.  He says we should just save the
money and make them run naked all summer.  They cried when
he said that, thinking it might happen.  Not that it would
be much difference.  They hate the thongs.  They're afraid
they're going to bump into other kids from their class.  I
guess being exposed to the neighborhood didn't sink in yet. 
They really haven't been out of the house since we put those
thongs on them.  Bob, teases them.  He grabs their little
packages and says 'squeeze the meat', gooses them and goes
on.  They get a real angry look and tell him to stop and he
just laughs at them.  He teases them when they go hard too. 
Well, what about your friend Susan, is she coming tomorrow?"

"Yeah, but I think we ought to have a convoy to the beach so
we all end up at the same area.  With all the activity and
all the snack places someone is going to get lost.  We can
all park in the same lot and act like we don't know each
other and stake out spots a hundred or two yards apart. 
It'll give the desired effect."

"Good idea.  It wouldn't do to get separated."

"I'll call her back.  We can meet at Indigo's Market off
Turner Road.  That's a great idea.  What time?"

"How about 9:30?"

"Okay, I'll be able to give you two some order forms when we
meet there.  That way it doesn't look like a marketing ploy
at the beach."  

"Do you really think we'll get that many requests?" Sharon
sounded skeptical.

"What? We got how many at the pool?  And, that was a small
audience.  The beach will be crowded this weekend and I
assure you every true female will want to show off her son's
parts.  We aren't the exception, we actually represent the
majority.  You'll see.  Once we sell enough of these, the
boys will no longer have anything to hide.  We're setting a
fashion trend that is long over due."

After hanging up Sharon called Susan back with the meeting
plan.  Susan decided to make her son change to the thong in
the parking lot at Indigo's Market.  

The following morning Dave and Sharon woke up Steven. 
Sharon handed him a new black mesh thong and said, "Here's
your suit. Put it on.  I think the black will make you look
sexy."

Steven stretched as he slipped out of bed sporting a morning
hard on which bounced up and down to his mother's amusement. 
He was required to sleep nude ever since his mother got on
the thong kick. To his mind it wasn't bad because he had
covers to hide his condition, but this thong thing he
couldn't abide. Sharon chose to fight against the counsel of
the others as far as her son's erection.  She liked his
little boners and couldn't understand the other women's
desire to stop them.  Marketing in her mind would be
enhanced by his little hard-ons, however, she'd comply when
she had to, but otherwise stiffies were perfectly wonderful
to watch and touch.   

"Come on, Mom, I don't want to look 'sexy'", he mimicked
making quotation marks in the air.  "Let me wear my Speedo. 
I don't want everyone to see my thing."  

"Well, your 'thing'," Sharon mimicked back making the same
quotation gesture, "is beautiful and I'm proud of it.  Look
it's a black thong.  Maybe it won't show as much, try it on
and let me see.  Here let me help, I want to rub that penis
for a minute it looks pretty hard."

"That's 'cause it wants me to go pee.  You can rub it when I
get back from the bathroom, if I don't have to wear the
thong."

"How about we take a few rounds with the belt and then we
see what you'll do?"  

"I'll be back in a minute," pouting he headed to the
bathroom.

As he passed his Dad in the hallway, Dave reached down a
cradled his son's penis in his hand and said, "Whoa looks
like you gotta go. It is a nice one though, Son, you have
nothing to be ashamed of."

"Oh that makes me feel better, Dad.  If you think it's a
nice penis, I shouldn't be ashamed of everyone on earth
being able to see it and touch it.  Okay, Dad, why don't you
wear one of those thongs?"

"Don't get smart with me or you'll be wearing some colors on
your backside at the beach.  I won't have a smart ass for a
son.  Besides, when I was your age, I was made to be nude in
public.  All the boys were on public displays at various
times.  We didn't have the same need to be covered all the
time the way kids today do.  We didn't have thongs either,
we were completely nude."

Steven continued to the bathroom.  When he returned his
mother massaged his boyhood for a few minutes and then
slipped the revealing thong between his legs, joined the
waist string to the string which went up his cleft and tied
them in a double bow on his left side.  "Oh, how sexy can it
get.  Look at yourself.  Go over to the mirror and look at
that stiff little wiener and that tight little sack.  The
black mesh just makes it more inviting.  Humor Momma and
push the head of that little dick out the side of the sack
until it goes down."

"Moooommm, why are you doing this to me?"

"Because I like to see what I helped create and you are just
a little boy so you aren't allowed the modesty to deny me. 
Now, push the head of that dick out the side of the thong
now.  And keep it there as long as its hard."

"But, but, what if it doesn't go down before we go to the
beach."

"Then its going to be sticking out the side when we get
there.  It'll go down.  Keep up the complaining and I'll
make you stick it out every time it gets hard and you and I
both know its going to get hard when we get to the beach. 
Isn't it now?"  

Compliantly the boy reached in the top of the pouch and
adjusted his boner so the head and an inch and a half of
shaft were sticking out the side of the pouch.  Sharon
reached over and twirled it between her thumb and
forefinger.  "Now, that's cute, I don't care who you are. 
That's cute as a button. Let's go.  We have to meet the
others at Indigos we'll get Daddy to stop and get us
something to eat at a fast food place on the way."

"We don't have to go in, do we?  I mean he'll go through the
drive in window, won't he?"

"Well maybe just this time.  Why are you so shy about those
little boy parts and that cute little bare ass?"

"I just don't want to go where people will see me.  That's
all."

"We're going to the beach.  People are going to see you. 
All of you!  What's the difference?"

"Yeah, well the other kids will at least be undressed except
for their swimsuits.  It's not the same as everyone
completely dress except me."

"You do have a modesty problem don't you?"

With that the pair walked out toward the idling car where
Dave somewhat impatiently awaited their arrival.  

As they approached the drive-in lane speaker to place their
orders Sharon noticed her son with the towel draped across
his lap.  "Steven, give me the towel.  You are to sit with
your legs spread wide apart and keep those hands on the back
of your head or neck.  Do you understand?  There's no reason
the lady at the drive up window shouldn't see how nicely
you're developing or how cute that thong is.  If I have to
say it again, we'll go in to eat."  Compliantly the boy
handed the towel to his mother.
"Hey, Steven, what do you want?" his father asked.

"I want a bacon, egg and cheese biscuit and can I get
fries?" 

"Whatever you want," his father reassured.

"Okay then a bacon, egg and cheese biscuit and order of
fries and a large orange juice."

His father relayed the order to the lady operating the
speaker.  He then added additional items for he and his
wife.  

"Pull ahead to the first window, please," came the
directive.

Steven had apparently forgotten the two step process here
was to order at the speaker, pay at the first window and
pick up the order at the second window.  That meant twice
the exposure.  As the car rolled forward his mother check to
make sure his position was as revealing as it could be.  The
lady took the ten dollar bill from his Dad and as she turned
did a double take through the back window.  "That is the
cutest swim suit I've ever seen on a boy.  Oh, look you can
see his thing.  Is his ass bare all the way?"

Dave responded before Sharon could gloat.  "Yeah, his butt
is bare.  There's a string going right up the crack and
that's about it."

"Oh my, what a wonderful little suit."

Steven could feel his penis begin to salute to all the
attention it was receiving.  The lady then pushed a button
on her microphone and said, "Hey Glenda, check out this
kid's bathing suit when they pull ahead.  It's a knock out." 
Giving the change back to Dave she said, "Thank you, you
come again and be sure to bring that cute little stud in his
thong when you do."

Dave gave a cursory smile and nod and pulled ahead.  As
Sharon turned she could see her son had developed a woody. 
"You need to put the head out for Momma again, honey.  Just
push it out the side."

"Why they can see it the way it is."

"What did your mother just tell you, son?  You don't need a
reason.  Do as she said or I'll pull you out of here and
tear up that bottom right here in the parking lot.  Now, do
it."

Steven pushed the head out the left side of his patch.  "Oh
I think you can push more of it out than that Steven. 
Should we take the thong off.  Now, get it out where people
can see it."  Steven put his hand down the top and pushed
two inches of shaft out as well.  The car moved ahead to the
pick-up window.

"Okay where is this boy with the perfect swimsuit?" Glenda
said as he handed Dave the bag and drinks.

"He's right back there," Sharon prompted.

Glenda leaned out the window and her mouth circled and she
let out and "Ooooohhhhh," she momentarily pressed her hand
against her mouth, "Look that precious little thing has a
hard-on.  His little mushroom is sticking right out.  Wish I
could pick it."  She giggled.  

Sharon replied, "Maybe some other time we have to get going,
we're meeting someone, but we'll come back some day and you
can pick it as much as you'd like."

"Well, honey, that would be an all day pickin' spree and
neither of us has the time," Glenda said, "Thank you for
sharing him.  He's beautiful."

Dave drove out the drive and the half mile to Indigos to
meet Marjorie and Bob and Susan.  Steven was made to keep
his erect penis out the side of the pouch the whole time. 
He was concerned this would become a regular pose for him
when he sported a stiffy.

  
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