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This story is fictional, however, it is based upon an actual series of events. Location is Jacksonville, Florida, July, 1966.
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When I was 15-years-old my parents had to attend an out of state ...

The Marcie reference is an error. She did indeed go inside with Aunt Jill.

Part Two
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After a while, Aunt Jill told the girls that they could swim for another hour before going home. They jumped up and yelled, "Come on, Tommy, let's go back in the water!" I didn't know what to do as my penis under the towel was still rock hard. Nervously, I said to Aunt Jill ...

Thanks. I believe it's fixed,

When I was 13, I attended a Boy Scout summer camp. Our troop's assigned campsite featured 3-sided cabins (open in the front). This was fine during the weekdays when the camp was all male but presented a problem on weekends when families would be milling around the campsite.

My parents drove me to ...

Part 3
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The next morning, we headed out for Jax Beach after a light breakfast. I was wearing new Bermuda shorts that my mom had just purchased for me last week and a Beatles shirt. Aunt Jill had told me that we would stop at a store somewhere on the 25-mile drive to Jax Beach. I had ...

When I was 14, my Mom took me to our pediatrician's office for a routine physical exam. Mom remained in the waiting room (fortunately) while I was ushered into one of the exam rooms. As expected, a nurse followed me in and told me to "take everything off but your underwear." She left, closing the ...

That was actually a subsequent fantasy of mine, especially when Mrs. S invited me in for a coke after the lawn cutting. That she would find an excuse to make me strip naked in her kitchen. But since this is actually a true story, I'd have to say that did not happen.

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I was in the middle of a line of beachgoers ordering food, standing there in just my wet white briefs. There were two teenage girls in back of me who definitely noticed this and one of them whispered, "That cute guy in front of us is in his underwear." The other girl laughed and ...

As I enter her kitchen, I am told that my pants are covered with lawn clippings and dirt. She's about to run a load of wash so suggests that I take off all my clothes and put them in her washer. I initially argue but then submit, which would have been characteristic of me as a sort of shy and ...