Chaperoning the Weeblos Chapter 3
By Sir Cum Sizemore

copyright 2007 by Sir Cum Sizemore, all rights reserved 

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Chapter 3

"Boys gather round," Sam called his campers together.  The
three nude boys squatted at the campfire in an attempt to
shield their boyhoods from the inspection of others.

"Carl, Cliff and Kevin, new rule when you squat or sit your
knees must be wide apart, and no covering."  Mandy was
getting the hang of the show.  The three boys compliantly
spread their knees wide exposing their dangling balls and
dicks to the scrutiny of the other boys, Mandy and the
custodial girls.  "Cliff, come over here," the boy rose and
approached the maternal presence.  When he approached her
Mandy reached down and lifted his phallus, "What's this all
over your penis?"

"It's mud or maybe some ashes from the stick I was playing
with.  It was in the fire for a little while and the
charcoal rubs off."  Cliff stumbled through his words as
Mandy continued to cradle what was a flaccid penis as it now
began to spring to life under her touch.

"Girls, take Cliff over there and clean him up.  Use the
water we cleaned the dishes in.  I haven't emptied that pan
yet.  Oh, and be sure to get his boy parts nice and clean. 
Wash them a few times to make sure he's clean."  With that
Mary grabbed the boy's penis and pulled him over to the
picnic table where the pot of dishwater was sitting.

"Hey, don't pull it.  Leave it alone, I can walk.  Did you
hear me, Mary, let go." Cliff demanded.  Suddenly, the air
cracked with the snap of a belt hitting his bare butt.  Then
another, and another landed with a snap.  Cliff hollered in
agony.  Jenny stood directly to the left side of the boy and
held he belt as it dangled.

"Cliff, don't be disrespectful to my friend or I'll wear you
out really good." Jenny warned.

"That'a girl, Jenny, you're learning," Mandy reinforced her
daughter.

As the rest of the group sat and squatted around the fire,
Sam took up the leader role.  "Boys, tonight I want to work
on your Indian lore badge.  We want you to learn some of the
ceremonial dances Native Americans used, and continue to use
today.  What I want you to do is to stand up and strip
naked.  Come on all of you, clothes off."

"Why do we have to get naked Mr. Carson?" Joey Beniot asked
in a submissive tone.

"Because I want to help you make the costumes and don the
paint you'll need to pull this whole pow-wow thing off.  But
for lack of a better reason, you should strip naked because
I just told you to, Joey.  Let's go boys, clothes off."  Sam
replied in a perturbed tone.  He wasn't pleased with the
boy's challenge of what he was told to do.

As Mary played with Cliff now erect penis in the guise of
cleaning it she whispered to Jenny, "Hey, looks like we're
going to get the whole show tonight.  God, I can't wait, all
those little sausages bouncing around."

Jenny whispered back, "Yeah and I'll bet he lets us paint
them too."

"Sure hope that includes their little wieners." Mary
chuckled as she whispered.

"Mr. Carson, Mr. Carson," Cliff yelled.  Suddenly, the belt
made contact with his penis and testicles not only burning
them, but bringing him to the ground as he rolled around and
groaned.

"What's going on over there," Mandy demanded.  "Cliff what's
wrong."

"She hit me in the balls with that belt," Cliff cried as he
pointed at Jenny.

Mandy approached the threesome as the rest of the clothed
boys slowly removed their covering.  "Why did you do that,
Jenny?"

"Oh we were talking about getting to paint the boys and he
was going to make it sound like the only reason was we
wanted to play with their boy things.  He said he hoped it
would get us in trouble and we'd have to strip too."  Jenny
lied extremely well.

"That's not true, Mrs. Carson," Cliff interrupted, "They
were talking about getting to play with all of our wieners
and stuff."

"Well, if you're exposed why shouldn't they play with them? 
I mean all they do is swing back and forth.  Might as well
put them to some good use like giving the girls some
enjoyment.  Besides, Cliff, you can't make it so they'll be
naked.  Nudity is only for boys and very young little girls. 
Girls your age and older should never be naked in public. 
That's only for boys."

As she finished she couldn't help noticing the girls'
attention was on the fresh meat being exposed at the fire
site.  Joey couldn't bring himself to pulling down his
underwear and just stood there crying that he had removed
everything else.  The females could hear him begging Sam to
keep his jockeys on.  "Carl, Johnny, get his under pants off
and then toss them into the fire."  Sam ordered.

Hesitantly, Johnny grabbed his crying brother by the arms
and the boy pulled away.  He began swinging at Carl as he
approached. Ricky who had been covering his crotch with his
hands responded in what appeared a sense of justice as he
tackled the belligerent boy.  Joey fell to the ground and
Carl grabbed his briefs and yanked them down, freeing an
erect penis.  The suddenness of the removal caused the penis
to beat his pubis just below the navel as it sprang back to
a slightly elevated position.  Joey reached down to shield
it from view and Ricky grabbed his arms as he straddled the
boy's mid-section and pinned his arms against the ground
above his head.   Joey struggled to try to free himself as
Carl threw the underwear into the fire.  Sam picked up
Joey's shorts and shirt.  He checked the pockets of the
shorts and then through both the shorts and shirt into the
fire.

"Girls, come over here and examine Joey's dick for him.  See
if he looks healthy to you.  Ricky, keep him pinned while
they check him out."

The girls ran over and began manhandling Joey's erection. 
Ricky, sporting an erection of his own, inched his way up
until his penis was sticking up just above Joey's lips. 
"Suck it Joey!  Go ahead its right there.  Put it in your
mouth and suck it!" Ricky teased.  Suddenly a hand reached
over and pushed the bigger boy's penis down to make contact
with Joey's lips.

Mary still pushing on the erect hairless penis said, "Yeah,
Joey, suck it for him."

"Noooo, noooo!" Joey cried out and pursed his lips tight. 
Jenny continued to work over this penis and testicles. 
Squeezing Joeys left nut led him to holler in agony.  As he
did, Mary shoved Ricky's penis in the boy's mouth.  In
desperation he bit Ricky.

"Owwww, shit, he bit me.  He bit my dick!  The little shit
bit it," Ricky jumped off and examined his penis.  "Look
there are teeth marks right there."

Mandy interrupted, "Is it bleeding, Ricky?"

"No, but it hurts like hell."

"Enough of the language, Ricky, let me have a look at it."

Without hesitation the formerly shy boy allowed Mandy to
manhandle his most prized body part.  "You'll live." She
pronounced.

"Yeah, but it still hurt.  I'm gonna get your ass Joey."
Ricky shouted.

"Nobody's going to get any body," Sam reassured the group,
"Ricky just sit down, and watch your language."

Joey had risen to his feet and was crying out of fright and
embarrassment.  "Why did you burn my clothes, Mr. Carson? 
How come I have to be naked?"

"First, Son, take your hands away from that dick of yours
and sit down.  Then I'll tell you."

Joey removed his hands and sat with his knees together in an
attempt to hide his nudity.  "No, Joey spread 'em, and don't
let me see you hiding it again.  Understand?"

Slowly the boy exposed his still erect penis sticking almost
straight out above a tight well rounded sack.

"That's better.  Now, Joey, you and Johnny will be nude the
rest of the camping trip.  I want to take two well tanned
boys with no tan lines back to their mother.  She wanted you
to spend the entire trip naked and so you will. By the way,
your penis, balls and butt hole now belong to everyone.  In
other words, you need to share your parts with others.  Now,
let's get back to the evenings activities.  We want to paint
your bodies for the powwow.  Ricky, you will be allowed a
loin cloth.  The rest of you boys will be dancing nude. 
Don't worry about it, most Indian kids your age used to stay
naked all the time too.  Just pretend you really are
Indians."

"Yeah, guys, wooo, wooo, wooo," Jenny jumped around, tapping
her mouth as she teased them.

"I want to paint Cliff's penis," Mandy announced.  "Everyone
can paint the rest of his body, but his penis is mine.  It's
long enough I'm going to paint a totem pole on it.  You know
a lot of little faces."  She grinned, "But what to do with
the mushroom?  What will I do with that cap?" She acted
pensive, placing her index finger under her child and gazing
toward the heavens.

"Okay, Mandy will paint Cliff's penis," Sam acknowledged his
wife.  "Here are four sets of paints.  You may do each
other, but the girls will have the final opportunity for
each of you."

"I want to watch, Mom paint Cliff's boner," Kevin chuckled.

"Okay, but Mary will be painting yours as you watch," Mandy
fired back. "Hey, you two go over to the van and round up
those small drink cups and tops.  You know the one's the
boys got at the last drive through.  I think they're in the
garbage bag in the van.  I've got an idea."

The girls ran to the van and returned with the whole garbage
bag as the shuffled through them and removed four eight
ounce paper cups with plastic tops.  "Okay, Mom here they
are.  Now what?"

"Bring them to me."  Taking one of them she drove her finger
in the straw hole in the top.  "Yep, those'll work.  Here
Kevin you take one, Carl here's one for you and the twins
each need one."  She handed them to the boys.  "Joey you
wanted to be covered? Here's what we're gonna do.  Each of
you will decorate your cup.  Then you will find small
pebbles on the ground and put them in the cup.  We'll use
them as rattles for our dance.  Each of you will slip your
rock filled cup on your little peepee and as you dance
around your peepees will bounce and make a rattling sound."

"Ah, Mom, cut it out." Kevin pleaded.

"No, Kev, I'm serious, get busy. Girls, you can decorate
Ricky while I do Cliff and the boys will be ready after they
finish their cups."

Sam shook his head, "Where in the hell do you come up with
his crap?"

"Well those little 'pokers' you guys sport should be good
for something, why not the handle of a rattle?"

"Mandy, you're a mother.  You aren't supposed to be turned
on by little boys' penises."

"It isn't just their penises, it's their firm little bags
and those cute little tushes.  I mean, it really isn't
sexual, it's more sensual.  But I do like to see their
little woodies, it means they're feeling good.  And, you
always want your little boys to feel good.  Besides, if I
was alone in my thinking, there wouldn't be those naked
pictures in almost every family album in the world.  How
many have you seen where the boys' little dickies weren't
showing?  Naked in the back yard, bath tub pictures, nude
running around the house, in Mom and/or Dad's laps, skinny
dipping in lakes and pools, I mean they're everywhere.
Parents are supposed to find them cute and worth displaying
or they wouldn't cherish those pictures so much.  Which
reminds me, I brought the camera.  I want to share the
experience with their parents and siblings when we get
back."

Sam winked, "You think old Mrs. Beniot has any of Joey?"

"If she does, they'd be five or six years old. That boy's
got a modesty problem.  Not to worry though, we're about to
solve it for him. And…and, she'll have some when we get them
home.  I'll make sure of that. " Turning her attention to
the girls as they were checking out Ricky's butt hole while
he lay on the ground with his legs hoisted back toward his
head, she hollered, "Girls see if the teeth marks have
disappeared."

Mary grabbed the boy's penis, pulled him up and led him to
the fire so she could see it.  "No, Mrs. Carson the marks
are gone.  It's not even pink.  It sure is hard though."

"Ricky you let Mary or Jenny hold it next time you pee.  I
want them to make sure everything is working properly.  You
hear me, Ricky?"

"Yes, Ma'am but I can check it out myself.  They don't have
to hold it."

"Yes they do.  I'm sure they want to.  Don't you girls?"

"Yes, mother, we wouldn't want him to be hurt or anything. 
It's our nursing duty."  Jenny responded.

"No, really, Mrs. Carson.  They don't have to hold it."

"Why Ricky it sounds like you're embarrassed.  Don't you
like those girls playing with your wanker?"

"Not really.  I wish they'd leave me alone.  I want my
clothes back."

"Careful, Ricky, at this point you're the only one allowed
clothes.  That can change at a moment's notice."

"Yes, Ma'am.  I guess they can hold it."

Returning her conversation with her husband, "Hey, what do
you say to me painting yours after the kids are bedded
down?"

"Bet you think I won't let you.  If you do, you're wrong." 
Sam smirked back at her.

After the brief exchange with her husband, Mandy grinned and
called Cliff over for his penis painting.  As he approached
she saw Ricky tending to his penis.

"Ricky, are you still thinking your little pecker is hurt?"
Mandy called to him as she watched him twist it over and
side to side.

"No, Ma'am, I'm just checking it myself," the boy replied.

"Maybe the girls should plug us his backside to take his
mind off his front side, huh?" Sam suggested.

"You know, I'm curious about those things and how they work. 
I'll have them plug him up.  Let me go get those things out
of the van. Cliff you stand here and play with yourself so
it gets really hard.  I want it rock hard.  It'll be easier
to paint."  She rubbed his penis briefly and then placed his
hand on it and then walked off toward the van.  When she
returned, she was carry a pink plastic shopping bag.  "Pull
on that boner, Cliff.  Keep it good and hard."  Then turning
toward the girls, she yelled, "Jen, when you and Mary get
done with the Beniots, I need you to do a nursing
responsibility with Ricky."

Ricky hearing the beckon asked, "What are they going to do
to me?"

"I'm going to let them insert something inside you that will
make the penis problem go away."

"It doesn't hurt, Mrs. Carson, I was just…"

"I said, they are going to fix it so it isn't a problem for
you.  I don't need you to tell me anything.  Just quiet down
and we'll let the girls do their doctoring, got it?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"By the way, I'd feel better if it was exposed to the air
for awhile.  So forget the loin cloth.  You'll be dancing
naked tonight with the rest of the boys.  And, I think we'll
keep you naked until we can look at it tomorrow night."

"But…"

"Ricky, you're nude.  Don't argue with me.  Your nude, end
of story."

"We're ready to do Ricky, Mom."  Jennifer announced.

"Get the Vaseline out of the first aid box."  Mandy
instructed.  After momentary fumbling Mary lifted the jar
our of the kit.  "Ricky come over here and bend over this
stump."

"But, why?" the puzzled boy inquired.

There was a sudden snap to his backside as Jennifer
connected with the strap she'd been designated to carry. 
"Ouch, shit Jenny, quit!"  Another snap was heard as it
reconnected.

"That second one was for cussing at me."

"Well, don't hit me with that thing."

"Ricky, if you or Cliff or any of you… Hey all of you boys
listen carefully." Mandy had them all attending to her and
she continued, "If you boys keep that bad language up, I'm
going to have you chewing on soap.  That's what Kevin gets
at home, and, by God, that's what you'll get here.  Do you
all understand me?"

There was a mumbled response of "Yeah's and yeses" as
everyone went back to what they were doing.

"Now, Ricky bend over the stump."  The boy complied. 
"Spread you legs apart." She instructed as she kicked this
feet apart.  Then spreading the boy's cheeks apart she
instructed Mary, "Smear some of that Vaseline around his
hole."  Compliantly the girl coated the anus with her index
finger.  "Shove your finger up into his hole.  Just push it
all the way in and wiggle it around."  Hesitantly, Mary
stood with a look of inquiry.  "Go ahead, you won't hurt
him."

"No, please Mrs. Carson," the boy resisted.  Suddenly a firm
and burning slap was applied to his butt cheeks.

"Keep your mouth shut until we're finished here.  Now, Mary
shoved it in there."  Compliantly Mary overcame the
resistance as her finger slid in the boy's anus up to the
knuckle.

"Oooo, what's it feel like?" Jennifer asked.

"I thought it would be gross, but it isn't so bad.  There's
a bump in here.  It feels like a big marble.  Is that one of
his balls?"

"No, Mary, that's his prostate.  You can feel it as much as
you want, but while you do I want you to stretch his hole
opening.  So, keep that finger wiggling and in and out.  You
can shove two fingers in there at the same time."

Ricky could be heard moaning.  Catching the sound Kevin
announced, "Hey, guys look Mary has her finger up Ricky's
butt.  Let's go watch."  With that the other five boys
gathered around.

"Okay, Jenny, put some Vaseline on one of these black
things.  Coat it up well."

"What are these?" the perplexed girl asked her mother.

Mandy responded by looking at the boy's hole with a smirk.

"Really?  We're gonna' put this?  Oh my God.  I can do it?"

"Yes, you can."

Jennifer took the Vaseline covered plug over to her friend's
side as she quietly butted her out of the way.  Ricky still
bent over the stump was unable to see what was going on
behind him.  There was a thrust and Ricky almost
straightened up completely.  "Hey, what are you doing?"

The boys, almost in unison, could be heard "oooooooooo"ing.

"Push it in further Jen."

"What is that?" Ricky started tearing up with fright.

"It's a butt plug, Honey.  It'll take your mind off your
bitten penis.  Isn't it better?"

"No, it feels weird.  Please, Mrs. Carson, take it out. 
Take it out."

"No, Ricky, you will wear this," she began to strap it in,
"until tomorrow morning.  Get used to it."

Sam returned from the vehicles.  "What's all the noise?"  He
noticed the black strap on Ricky. "Oh, you didn't?"

"I sure did.  It made him take his mind off his penis."

"Ricky, are you all right?" Sam inquired.

Tearfully the boy replied, "No, Mr. Carson, please tell them
to take it out.  If feels weird—like I gotta poop or
something."

"Don't worry, Son, you won't be pooping with that in there."

"Please, Sir, make them take it out."

"Ricky, I would, but Mrs. Carson is the 'head nurse' around
here and it would be her call." He smirked in his wife's
direction.

"Well boys, we have two more of those.   Who wants to be
next?"

The naked boys scattered.  Ricky stood with tears running
down his cheeks as the proud young girls smiled
triumphantly.

  
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