Hard Time at the Beach
Chapter 19.
There is no way out of it, no way that Jakub can figure out. Jakub must answer the question. He said he would answer two questions, one from Peter and one from Inga. Jakub sees no way to wiggle out of this one, but he will give it one more attempt.
"Asking a guy stuff like that....it's not fair. Were's the limit? What do you think, Inga? Should I have to answer those kinds of questions?"
Inga furrows her brow, moves her head to the left and then to the right, looking to be deeply in thought. "That is really personal. But I remember
the first time a friend of mine asked me when I started menstruating. It was so embarrassing. But I got used to being asked questions like that.
You won't believe the things Catalina has asked me...so, you are just going to have to tell us everything."
If there's anything more embarrassing for a twelve year old boy than being naked in front of others, involuntarily naked when having to meet boys and girls his age, it would be having to discuss his naked and exposed boy parts. Showing others his sexual immaturity during nakedness under duress is bad enough, talking about the level of sexual maturity he has attained or not attained, that is so much worse.
Jakub looks down at his penis and balls. Peter and a dozen or so other boys have been running around on the beach with no swimsuit on. Jakub's boy parts have been the biggest on display. The others are younger, Jakub and Peter the only twelve year old boys running around naked, the only two boys daring enough to go naked who are visibly mature enough to get the attention of certain lifeguards. Jakub and Peter are the only boys
who possibly have issues waking up with super hard erections, waking up with wet and gooey underwear, the only boys under the attack of the
Puberty Monster.
Looking down at himself, Jakub answers Peter's question.
"I know I'm bigger than most boys my age, but I've never done those things. I don't jerk off. I ah, I've never had a wet dream. Nothing has ever come out before."
Inga steps closer, and she bends down to take a really close look. Jakub still can't get used to this. Girls coming up to him and examining his sex organs, like he's a display in a Department Store, like he's just an animal in a petting zoo. The instinctual urge to cover up still goes through his mind. Even after hours of being naked on the beach, he can't forget that he's got no clothes on.
"Maybe that liquid stuff coming out of you means you're getting close," Inga says, and she stands back up, the close examination completed for
now.
"Maybe he'll be blowing spermies out the boner any day now."
"Shut up Peter," Jakub says, turning a bit red in the face.
"I answered your question. Okay, get yours over with, Inga. I don't see how your question can be worse than the one Peter asked."
Inga preps herself to ask her question. She straightens her hair and for some reason she looks down at her bikini top, adjusting it as if it was somehow out of place. "Alright, here's my question. When we went by the topless girls earlier in the day, the ones lying down and sunning themselves, you got an erection. When you saw me and Catalina and Agness on the paddleboat, saw us with our tops gone, your dick kept going
up and staying up. What are you thinking about when you look at a topless girl? What are you wanting to do, if you could do something with a
girl?"
Ohhh shit. And how is a boy supposed to answer that? How does a boy who only recently discovered the endless fascination with the female form,
recently started having the weirdest and strangest thoughts when glimpsing a girl's bare breasts, come up with a response? How does a twelve year old even articulate his feelings and perverted fantasies? What the hell is Jakub going to say?
"I can't answer that. Give me a dare. Give me two dares," Jakub says, as his face gets even redder, and his penis makes more of those annoying
little twitches that signal another erection may be on the way.
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Uh oh Jakub! What have you just signed yourself up to! This is only going to result in embarrassment, I can tell! The buildup in this series is absolutely amazing.
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All I know is...I would never have been able to answer any of these questions when I was that age. Forget about it. I would have
stuck my head in the sand.
stuck my head in the sand.
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Oh I agree, and that's why it's even better that he is basically taking the long term embarrassment route out of having no choice, words are sometimes harder to say than the actions you could do! I can't wait to see how it pans out!
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Hard Time at the Beach
Chapter 20.
"You will really do it? You will do two dares?" Peter asks.
Jakub really has himself in a deep hole. Instead of answering a very embarrassing question, just one question, he's committed to doing two dares.
If Peter had asked the question "What makes your dick get hard when you look at naked girls, what do you want to do with them?" Jakub probably
would have answered, if he was alone with Peter. With Inga asking the question, a girl asking what he fantasizes about doing to a girl, a naked girl,
he just could not say it. Instead, he will suffer the embarrassment of doing penalty dares.
"One dare from each of you. And I still get to dare you two, so don't get too carried away," Peter say, as he hopes Peter and Inga will take it easy
on him. "In what order are we going to do our dares?"
"I have an idea. Find a long and thin stick. Look where the stuff gets washed up on the beach." Inga says.
After a minute of searching among the strands of washed up seaweed, a long thin stick is found. "Here is one. Is it going to be like drawing
straws?"
"Yes, but with a bit of a twist," Inga says. She takes the stick, and she breaks it into three pieces. It wasn't a long stick to begin with, so when she
is done there are three short pieces, none longer than two inches. Inga hands the three little stick pieces to her brother. "Peter, turn around. I want you to place these three stick pieces up you dick, under the extra skin. Make it so each stick comes out the same distance. Jakub and I will draw sticks. We go in order of longest to shortest. I bet nobody ever did this by picking stick in the dick before."
Peter looks at the three little sticks in his hand. "You're crazy. Holding them in my hand isn't good enough?"
"Nope. You might find a way to cheat. This way, nobody has their hands on them. Now turn around and stick them up in there."
Peter looks like he already lost a dare. He turns around and looks down at himself. All Jakub can see from the backside is Peter fumbling around down there with his hands. A minute later, Peter turns around. Jakub can't help but laugh when he sees the three little sticks poking out from
their tucked in spot under the flap of Peter's foreskin. Peter did a good job. Each stick pokes beyond the skin about half an inch. Jakub and
Inga do a closer inspection. There is no way to tell which stick is the longest, the stick isn't thick enough to show enough raised area under the
skin to give it away. There is a little piece of wood sticking out from either side of where the head is tucked in, and one stick poking out at the
top of the head.
"Jakub, you go first. I'll go second, and Peter ends up with the third. He wins if we both pick wrong," Inga says, pointing at the end of her
brother's penis, which looks like a pincushion.
Jakub bends down and looks closely at the end of his friend's dick. He chooses the stick on the left side of Peter's dick head, pulls it out and looks
at it. Is it the longest one? Inga chooses the stick that pokes out directly above the head. That leaves Peter with the stick piece to the right of his little hidden head.
The three compare stick pieces, and Jakub has the longest.
"It makes sense that Jakub would pick the longest stick, since he has the longer dick," Inga says and she laughs.
Peter is not laughing. He has the short end. But perhaps Peter should be smiling. Going last, he is guaranteed to be the one with the last laugh.
Jakub tosses the stick away. He goes first, but he has a dare to give both Peter and Inga. "Peter, you will be first. You asked me if I could get the
stuff to come out if I jerked off. You made me admit I can't. This is what you are going to do. I dare you to....go down with us to the water.
You will sit down and jerk your dick. Jerk hard. Make yourself hard and make it start turning red."
"You going to make me try to cum?" Peter asks.
"No. Just get yourself hard and red. I'll give you about five minutes. You've been making fun of my stiff dick all day. We'll see how you feel."
Looking completely dejected, Peter walks down to the water, followed by his sister and Jakub. Peter sits down at the edge of the water, where
the waves come up and disappear into the sand, sinking into the sand right before smacking up against Peter's balls. Peter looks at his sister. Inga
cannot keep a straight face, she is holding her hand over her mouth to hide a grin. Peter starts stroking on his penis. He starts slowly and then
picks up speed. "Hard and red huh. Why red?" Peter asks.
"You'll find out. Just keep jerking it," Jakub says, and as he watches his friend stoke the penis. Jakub feels his own penis stirring once more,
wonders why he gets hard when Peter's dick is the one getting touched? Soon Peter has his dick at full erection as he furiously jerks his right hand
up and down along the shaft. Inga starts laughing. Peter looks over at his sister, but his exasperated look at her doesn't get her to get quiet. Peter
turns his attention to his dick, which is starting to get a darker and redder color to it. "Keep jerking on it, Peter. Don't stop. One more minute and
you can stop."
Then Jakub stands up and he looks up and down the beach. "Lifeguard...lifeguard..." Jakub yells loudly, then looking down at Peter he says,
"Don't stop. Keep going till the lifeguard gets here," and then Jakub starts shouting again. "We need a lifeguard. Need a medic. Help....help".
From up the beach a lifeguard, a female lifeguard, hears the distress call. This lifeguard has long brown hair, tied back in a single hair knot, that goes flying as she runs. The lifeguard, with several teenage boys and a couple younger girls following, rushes down to the water to answer the call.
"Okay, stop jerking yourself," Jakub says, as the group comes near.
"What's the problem here?" the young lifeguard asks. She must be around 19 years old, but Jakub is not an expert at guessing the age of girls past thirteen or so.
"My friend here was stung by a jellyfish," Jakub says, says while smiling, while his friend Peter sits on his ass and looking bewildered.
"Where were you stung young man?" the lifeguard asks, getting down to her knees, placing her hands on Peter's shoulders.
"He was stung on the dick. It's turning all red and swollen," Jakub says, and Peter's sister breaks out laughing.
Inga holds her hands in front of her face as she laughs. Perhaps the lifeguard misinterprets this as crying. The small group of teen boys and girls
gathers round, quite interested in how the lifeguard is going to handle this emergency situation of penis swelling due to jellyfish sting.
All the lifeguards on this beach carry a waterproof fannypack with medical supplies. Most medical needs are the usual cuts and scrapes from
broken bottles or lost fishing gear. And there is the occasional victim of jellyfish stings. The lifeguard goes into action.
"Bad day to swim without a swimsuit, eh young man. Does it hurt?"
Peter realizes he must play the part of victim here. "Yes. It hurts something awful. It burns."
The lifeguard takes off her medical kit fannypack. She unzips it and pulls out a small plastic squeeze tube.
"This is a mixture of vinegar, alcohol, and Benzocaine," the lifeguard says, as she grabs hold of Peter's penis. She squeezes some of the liquid onto
the penis and then gently rubs the solution all around the boy's penis, and even onto the balls. The crowd of teenage onlookers crowds in, impressed with how quickly the lifeguard applies the ointment onto the affected area. Jakub and Inga continue standing nearby, doing their best
to keep the sound of their laughter down.
The lifeguard stands up. "That's all I can do. If it still hurts you need to get to a medical clinic. Do you think you can stand up?" The lifeguard
helps Peter get to his feet. The several young girls bend down to get a closer look at the red and still semi swollen member.
"Thank you so much," Jakub says.
"Yes. You really helped a lot," Inga adds, and she giggles again. "That will teach you to swim naked, little brother."
The lifeguard walks off to tend to the next beach emergency that will likely soon occur. The teenage boys and their girlfriends talk among themselves as they walk as a group away from the water. "Poor boy. I hope he can pee with that swelling going on" one of the boys says as the
group departs.
Peter's face looks almost as red as his dick. There is nothing he can say or do as Jakub and Inga burst out laughing at the success of this first dare.
Chapter 20.
"You will really do it? You will do two dares?" Peter asks.
Jakub really has himself in a deep hole. Instead of answering a very embarrassing question, just one question, he's committed to doing two dares.
If Peter had asked the question "What makes your dick get hard when you look at naked girls, what do you want to do with them?" Jakub probably
would have answered, if he was alone with Peter. With Inga asking the question, a girl asking what he fantasizes about doing to a girl, a naked girl,
he just could not say it. Instead, he will suffer the embarrassment of doing penalty dares.
"One dare from each of you. And I still get to dare you two, so don't get too carried away," Peter say, as he hopes Peter and Inga will take it easy
on him. "In what order are we going to do our dares?"
"I have an idea. Find a long and thin stick. Look where the stuff gets washed up on the beach." Inga says.
After a minute of searching among the strands of washed up seaweed, a long thin stick is found. "Here is one. Is it going to be like drawing
straws?"
"Yes, but with a bit of a twist," Inga says. She takes the stick, and she breaks it into three pieces. It wasn't a long stick to begin with, so when she
is done there are three short pieces, none longer than two inches. Inga hands the three little stick pieces to her brother. "Peter, turn around. I want you to place these three stick pieces up you dick, under the extra skin. Make it so each stick comes out the same distance. Jakub and I will draw sticks. We go in order of longest to shortest. I bet nobody ever did this by picking stick in the dick before."
Peter looks at the three little sticks in his hand. "You're crazy. Holding them in my hand isn't good enough?"
"Nope. You might find a way to cheat. This way, nobody has their hands on them. Now turn around and stick them up in there."
Peter looks like he already lost a dare. He turns around and looks down at himself. All Jakub can see from the backside is Peter fumbling around down there with his hands. A minute later, Peter turns around. Jakub can't help but laugh when he sees the three little sticks poking out from
their tucked in spot under the flap of Peter's foreskin. Peter did a good job. Each stick pokes beyond the skin about half an inch. Jakub and
Inga do a closer inspection. There is no way to tell which stick is the longest, the stick isn't thick enough to show enough raised area under the
skin to give it away. There is a little piece of wood sticking out from either side of where the head is tucked in, and one stick poking out at the
top of the head.
"Jakub, you go first. I'll go second, and Peter ends up with the third. He wins if we both pick wrong," Inga says, pointing at the end of her
brother's penis, which looks like a pincushion.
Jakub bends down and looks closely at the end of his friend's dick. He chooses the stick on the left side of Peter's dick head, pulls it out and looks
at it. Is it the longest one? Inga chooses the stick that pokes out directly above the head. That leaves Peter with the stick piece to the right of his little hidden head.
The three compare stick pieces, and Jakub has the longest.
"It makes sense that Jakub would pick the longest stick, since he has the longer dick," Inga says and she laughs.
Peter is not laughing. He has the short end. But perhaps Peter should be smiling. Going last, he is guaranteed to be the one with the last laugh.
Jakub tosses the stick away. He goes first, but he has a dare to give both Peter and Inga. "Peter, you will be first. You asked me if I could get the
stuff to come out if I jerked off. You made me admit I can't. This is what you are going to do. I dare you to....go down with us to the water.
You will sit down and jerk your dick. Jerk hard. Make yourself hard and make it start turning red."
"You going to make me try to cum?" Peter asks.
"No. Just get yourself hard and red. I'll give you about five minutes. You've been making fun of my stiff dick all day. We'll see how you feel."
Looking completely dejected, Peter walks down to the water, followed by his sister and Jakub. Peter sits down at the edge of the water, where
the waves come up and disappear into the sand, sinking into the sand right before smacking up against Peter's balls. Peter looks at his sister. Inga
cannot keep a straight face, she is holding her hand over her mouth to hide a grin. Peter starts stroking on his penis. He starts slowly and then
picks up speed. "Hard and red huh. Why red?" Peter asks.
"You'll find out. Just keep jerking it," Jakub says, and as he watches his friend stoke the penis. Jakub feels his own penis stirring once more,
wonders why he gets hard when Peter's dick is the one getting touched? Soon Peter has his dick at full erection as he furiously jerks his right hand
up and down along the shaft. Inga starts laughing. Peter looks over at his sister, but his exasperated look at her doesn't get her to get quiet. Peter
turns his attention to his dick, which is starting to get a darker and redder color to it. "Keep jerking on it, Peter. Don't stop. One more minute and
you can stop."
Then Jakub stands up and he looks up and down the beach. "Lifeguard...lifeguard..." Jakub yells loudly, then looking down at Peter he says,
"Don't stop. Keep going till the lifeguard gets here," and then Jakub starts shouting again. "We need a lifeguard. Need a medic. Help....help".
From up the beach a lifeguard, a female lifeguard, hears the distress call. This lifeguard has long brown hair, tied back in a single hair knot, that goes flying as she runs. The lifeguard, with several teenage boys and a couple younger girls following, rushes down to the water to answer the call.
"Okay, stop jerking yourself," Jakub says, as the group comes near.
"What's the problem here?" the young lifeguard asks. She must be around 19 years old, but Jakub is not an expert at guessing the age of girls past thirteen or so.
"My friend here was stung by a jellyfish," Jakub says, says while smiling, while his friend Peter sits on his ass and looking bewildered.
"Where were you stung young man?" the lifeguard asks, getting down to her knees, placing her hands on Peter's shoulders.
"He was stung on the dick. It's turning all red and swollen," Jakub says, and Peter's sister breaks out laughing.
Inga holds her hands in front of her face as she laughs. Perhaps the lifeguard misinterprets this as crying. The small group of teen boys and girls
gathers round, quite interested in how the lifeguard is going to handle this emergency situation of penis swelling due to jellyfish sting.
All the lifeguards on this beach carry a waterproof fannypack with medical supplies. Most medical needs are the usual cuts and scrapes from
broken bottles or lost fishing gear. And there is the occasional victim of jellyfish stings. The lifeguard goes into action.
"Bad day to swim without a swimsuit, eh young man. Does it hurt?"
Peter realizes he must play the part of victim here. "Yes. It hurts something awful. It burns."
The lifeguard takes off her medical kit fannypack. She unzips it and pulls out a small plastic squeeze tube.
"This is a mixture of vinegar, alcohol, and Benzocaine," the lifeguard says, as she grabs hold of Peter's penis. She squeezes some of the liquid onto
the penis and then gently rubs the solution all around the boy's penis, and even onto the balls. The crowd of teenage onlookers crowds in, impressed with how quickly the lifeguard applies the ointment onto the affected area. Jakub and Inga continue standing nearby, doing their best
to keep the sound of their laughter down.
The lifeguard stands up. "That's all I can do. If it still hurts you need to get to a medical clinic. Do you think you can stand up?" The lifeguard
helps Peter get to his feet. The several young girls bend down to get a closer look at the red and still semi swollen member.
"Thank you so much," Jakub says.
"Yes. You really helped a lot," Inga adds, and she giggles again. "That will teach you to swim naked, little brother."
The lifeguard walks off to tend to the next beach emergency that will likely soon occur. The teenage boys and their girlfriends talk among themselves as they walk as a group away from the water. "Poor boy. I hope he can pee with that swelling going on" one of the boys says as the
group departs.
Peter's face looks almost as red as his dick. There is nothing he can say or do as Jakub and Inga burst out laughing at the success of this first dare.
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That was a super creative dare and chapter. Definitely something new. I can't wait till its Inga and Jakub's turn. It looks like Peter is also going to get frustrated down there as much as Jakub!
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Chapter 21.
"Go on, laugh it up," Peter says, his face nearly the same shade of red as his penis. Peter's dick, after the application of jellyfish sting remedy, is
starting to feel numb. It definitely feels a lot cooler down there than before the lifeguard rubbed the stuff all over both the dick and balls. The
worst part was the crowd of teenage onlookers, which have departed and left Peter with an audience of two, his sister and the cause of his
embarrassment, Jakub. Peter starts laughing, joining the laughter of the other two.
"Okay, that was a good one. I don't think I would have thought of it." Peter brushes the sand off his butt and the back of his legs. Inga and Peter both bend over, still smiling silly grins, to get another close look at Peter's dick. The redness of his five minutes of furiously jerking off is fading away.
"You were fully hard when that pretty lifeguard came over. She thought your erection was swelling from the jellyfish sting. Funniest thing I ever
saw," Inga says, standing back up to give Jakub a high-five.
"Next time you might consider doing a Truth instead of a Dare," Jakub says. "How does your dick feel?"
"It feels sorta cool. I can feel the wind blowing on my balls." Peter inspects himself one more time, then he looks up. "Big sister, it's your turn.
You have to do the next dare. What's it going to be, Jakub?"
"Don't know yet. Let's go see what is going on over at that raised tarp, up there away from the water. That's a big crowd there. It's where those
teenagers went. Must be something interesting so come on," and Jakub heads toward the crowd of people up the beach. Peter and Inga catch up
to him.
The tarp is on four poles, tied down using stakes. Under the tarp is a table with a big trophy sitting on it, several smaller trophies next to the big one. A dozen folding chairs, some empty, some with an older adult sitting on them, take up the rest of the space under the tarp. On three sides
of the tarp, groups of people standing are gathered in circles. The circles are mostly men and teenage boys, and many are holding phones up,
taking photos or videos of something going on inside the circle.
"What's going on? What are they doing?" Peter asks.
"I'm getting closer to find out," Inga says, and she heads toward the closest circle of people.
Jakub, and the other two, are amazed at what they find when they shove their way through to see what the fuss is all about.
Lying down in the middle of the circle is a young woman of around 17 years old. She is lying down on a large white towel, lying on her back.
The girl wears only a bikini bottom, no top. A fat older man with a big beard bends down over her. He has a paintbrush in his hand. The older
man is painting flowers on the girl's body, her nipples the centerpieces of large blossoms to adorn her firm breasts. Two men are also lying
on towels, getting painted by another person. Jakub, Peter, and Inga have walked in on a bodypainting contest. At the center of each circle of people next to the tarp, several young woman or men is getting painted up by a body painter. Jakub now notices a sign near the table with the trophies. CRIMEA RELIEF FUND the sign says. Inga taps an older guy on the shoulder.
"What is this all about?" Inga asks, and the man turns and smiles at her.
"For many years these painters did festivals in Koktebel, on the Crimean Peninsula. They've been displaced since the Russians took over that part
of Ukraine. For five Euros you can enter the contest, but you need a good artist to paint you. Some of them are really good."
"We don't have any money."
The older guy looks Inga over, then looks at Jakub and Peter. "You don't need any money if you just want to get painted. The kids are gathered
over there, painting each other. Anybody can get painted by anybody, but to enter you pay five Euros before the contest starts."
A short distance from the tarp, closer to the water, around two dozen children and young teenagers can be seen. Some are getting painted up
as they stand, some lying down on the sand. Most of the painters are not very good, making basic rudimentary designs and shapes on the bodies
of the younger boys and girls. Same as at other places along the beach, many of the younger kids are naked.
"I know what your dare is, Inga," Jakub says, and Inga and Peter turn from looking at the children to looking at Jakub. "I dare you to let me and
Peter paint your body. And you have to take off your bottom, as well as your top."
At first Inga looks stunned, totally stunned. She blushes. For the first time Jakub sees Inga get redder on her cheeks. Peter is grinning. Peter
claps his hands together. "Yes. I've been waiting for something like this. Finally, the girl has to get naked, hooray."
Inga looks over at the group of children painting themselves. "I'm not lying down fully naked by that group. I will pick the spot to get painted.
You guys get some paints and brushes and meet me," and Inga walks toward a more isolated section of the beach about fifty feet away.
With Inga picking out her spot, Jakub and Peter move among the children. Soon they find a supply of paints and brushes. Several colors are gathered up and two brushes. Jakub and Peter take the paints over to where Inga is sitting on the sand. Inga's bikini top and bottom are lying on
the sand near her. She's already taken them off, depriving Jakub and Peter the sight of seeing her strip down. It won't change the fact that she
must lie down, letting the two boys see every inch of the front of her body as she gets painted. Jakub and Peter kneel down beside her, paints
and brushes at the ready.
"Alright, big sister, time to get on your back." Peter says, and Inga lies back, placing her arms down at her sides, her legs straightening out to full
length. For a moment Jakub and Peter gaze upon her body. Jakub has seen her topless already. The whole time on the paddleboat Inga and the
other girls were without their tops.
Jakub's penis, which had been dormant for a while, suddenly wakes up. It's no surprise it's starting to stiffen up. Jakub is getting a front row
view of the beautiful Inga, from her perky breasts to the small triangle shape of brown hair that forested her pubic mound. Inga keeps her legs
as close together as she can. The amount of forestation is not thick enough to fully obscure the slit. Inga's legs are long, and her hips are just
starting to get the wider, curvy shape of a maturing female. Jakub's penis gets longer as he gazes up and down, from those lovely breasts topped with perfectly shaped nipples, down her slender and toned stomach, and down to her formerly private resort.
"Okay, you've stared long enough. Start painting," Inga says. She raises her right hand, and she shields her eyes. "Damn, I need sunglasses for this."
"Wait," Peter suddenly says. "Can I give my dare to Jakub before this one is finished?"
Inga lifts her head up a little. After a moment to consider, "Sure, go for it. Give your dare to Jakub now. I'm curious to know what it is."
Jakub is also very curious. How can the dare be combined with Inga's dare. What could he be made to do while the two boys paint Inga's body?
Peter is grinning again. He can hardly contain his glee. He must really be thrilled with the dare that came to his mind.
"Jakub, I dare you to paint Inga without using your brush, and without using your fingers. We did see some of the children painting each other just
using their fingers, but you can't use your fingers."
Jakub looks perplexed. How can he do any painting then? "I don't get it, Peter. How can I paint her without the brush or fingerpainting?"
"You will paint Inga using your dick. Put the paint on the end of your dick and use it to do the painting."
Both Inga and Jakub say the same response at the very same moment...."What?"
Inga has another response, "You got to be kidding. Hell no."
"That's my dare, Inga. Only Jakub can try to refuse. And if he does, there will be a punishment. Jakub, do you accept this dare?"
Even before Jakub can answer, his penis shows the answer must be "Affirmative". His penis suddenly swells, and his head pops out from under its
hoodie. "Umm, sure. I will do this dare," Jakub says, wondering just how hard it will be to paint a prone person's body using a hardon.
Chapter 21.
"Go on, laugh it up," Peter says, his face nearly the same shade of red as his penis. Peter's dick, after the application of jellyfish sting remedy, is
starting to feel numb. It definitely feels a lot cooler down there than before the lifeguard rubbed the stuff all over both the dick and balls. The
worst part was the crowd of teenage onlookers, which have departed and left Peter with an audience of two, his sister and the cause of his
embarrassment, Jakub. Peter starts laughing, joining the laughter of the other two.
"Okay, that was a good one. I don't think I would have thought of it." Peter brushes the sand off his butt and the back of his legs. Inga and Peter both bend over, still smiling silly grins, to get another close look at Peter's dick. The redness of his five minutes of furiously jerking off is fading away.
"You were fully hard when that pretty lifeguard came over. She thought your erection was swelling from the jellyfish sting. Funniest thing I ever
saw," Inga says, standing back up to give Jakub a high-five.
"Next time you might consider doing a Truth instead of a Dare," Jakub says. "How does your dick feel?"
"It feels sorta cool. I can feel the wind blowing on my balls." Peter inspects himself one more time, then he looks up. "Big sister, it's your turn.
You have to do the next dare. What's it going to be, Jakub?"
"Don't know yet. Let's go see what is going on over at that raised tarp, up there away from the water. That's a big crowd there. It's where those
teenagers went. Must be something interesting so come on," and Jakub heads toward the crowd of people up the beach. Peter and Inga catch up
to him.
The tarp is on four poles, tied down using stakes. Under the tarp is a table with a big trophy sitting on it, several smaller trophies next to the big one. A dozen folding chairs, some empty, some with an older adult sitting on them, take up the rest of the space under the tarp. On three sides
of the tarp, groups of people standing are gathered in circles. The circles are mostly men and teenage boys, and many are holding phones up,
taking photos or videos of something going on inside the circle.
"What's going on? What are they doing?" Peter asks.
"I'm getting closer to find out," Inga says, and she heads toward the closest circle of people.
Jakub, and the other two, are amazed at what they find when they shove their way through to see what the fuss is all about.
Lying down in the middle of the circle is a young woman of around 17 years old. She is lying down on a large white towel, lying on her back.
The girl wears only a bikini bottom, no top. A fat older man with a big beard bends down over her. He has a paintbrush in his hand. The older
man is painting flowers on the girl's body, her nipples the centerpieces of large blossoms to adorn her firm breasts. Two men are also lying
on towels, getting painted by another person. Jakub, Peter, and Inga have walked in on a bodypainting contest. At the center of each circle of people next to the tarp, several young woman or men is getting painted up by a body painter. Jakub now notices a sign near the table with the trophies. CRIMEA RELIEF FUND the sign says. Inga taps an older guy on the shoulder.
"What is this all about?" Inga asks, and the man turns and smiles at her.
"For many years these painters did festivals in Koktebel, on the Crimean Peninsula. They've been displaced since the Russians took over that part
of Ukraine. For five Euros you can enter the contest, but you need a good artist to paint you. Some of them are really good."
"We don't have any money."
The older guy looks Inga over, then looks at Jakub and Peter. "You don't need any money if you just want to get painted. The kids are gathered
over there, painting each other. Anybody can get painted by anybody, but to enter you pay five Euros before the contest starts."
A short distance from the tarp, closer to the water, around two dozen children and young teenagers can be seen. Some are getting painted up
as they stand, some lying down on the sand. Most of the painters are not very good, making basic rudimentary designs and shapes on the bodies
of the younger boys and girls. Same as at other places along the beach, many of the younger kids are naked.
"I know what your dare is, Inga," Jakub says, and Inga and Peter turn from looking at the children to looking at Jakub. "I dare you to let me and
Peter paint your body. And you have to take off your bottom, as well as your top."
At first Inga looks stunned, totally stunned. She blushes. For the first time Jakub sees Inga get redder on her cheeks. Peter is grinning. Peter
claps his hands together. "Yes. I've been waiting for something like this. Finally, the girl has to get naked, hooray."
Inga looks over at the group of children painting themselves. "I'm not lying down fully naked by that group. I will pick the spot to get painted.
You guys get some paints and brushes and meet me," and Inga walks toward a more isolated section of the beach about fifty feet away.
With Inga picking out her spot, Jakub and Peter move among the children. Soon they find a supply of paints and brushes. Several colors are gathered up and two brushes. Jakub and Peter take the paints over to where Inga is sitting on the sand. Inga's bikini top and bottom are lying on
the sand near her. She's already taken them off, depriving Jakub and Peter the sight of seeing her strip down. It won't change the fact that she
must lie down, letting the two boys see every inch of the front of her body as she gets painted. Jakub and Peter kneel down beside her, paints
and brushes at the ready.
"Alright, big sister, time to get on your back." Peter says, and Inga lies back, placing her arms down at her sides, her legs straightening out to full
length. For a moment Jakub and Peter gaze upon her body. Jakub has seen her topless already. The whole time on the paddleboat Inga and the
other girls were without their tops.
Jakub's penis, which had been dormant for a while, suddenly wakes up. It's no surprise it's starting to stiffen up. Jakub is getting a front row
view of the beautiful Inga, from her perky breasts to the small triangle shape of brown hair that forested her pubic mound. Inga keeps her legs
as close together as she can. The amount of forestation is not thick enough to fully obscure the slit. Inga's legs are long, and her hips are just
starting to get the wider, curvy shape of a maturing female. Jakub's penis gets longer as he gazes up and down, from those lovely breasts topped with perfectly shaped nipples, down her slender and toned stomach, and down to her formerly private resort.
"Okay, you've stared long enough. Start painting," Inga says. She raises her right hand, and she shields her eyes. "Damn, I need sunglasses for this."
"Wait," Peter suddenly says. "Can I give my dare to Jakub before this one is finished?"
Inga lifts her head up a little. After a moment to consider, "Sure, go for it. Give your dare to Jakub now. I'm curious to know what it is."
Jakub is also very curious. How can the dare be combined with Inga's dare. What could he be made to do while the two boys paint Inga's body?
Peter is grinning again. He can hardly contain his glee. He must really be thrilled with the dare that came to his mind.
"Jakub, I dare you to paint Inga without using your brush, and without using your fingers. We did see some of the children painting each other just
using their fingers, but you can't use your fingers."
Jakub looks perplexed. How can he do any painting then? "I don't get it, Peter. How can I paint her without the brush or fingerpainting?"
"You will paint Inga using your dick. Put the paint on the end of your dick and use it to do the painting."
Both Inga and Jakub say the same response at the very same moment...."What?"
Inga has another response, "You got to be kidding. Hell no."
"That's my dare, Inga. Only Jakub can try to refuse. And if he does, there will be a punishment. Jakub, do you accept this dare?"
Even before Jakub can answer, his penis shows the answer must be "Affirmative". His penis suddenly swells, and his head pops out from under its
hoodie. "Umm, sure. I will do this dare," Jakub says, wondering just how hard it will be to paint a prone person's body using a hardon.
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Oh my, Jakub looks to have his work cut out for him. It would definitely not be prime time for him to start dribbling. However I doubt he will have that much control over it and with how sensitive he is, it's definitely a chapter to look forward to!
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Hard Time at the Beach
Chapter 22.
"You have got to be kidding me. Hell no. I'm not doing that," Inga said loudly.
"You have to do it. Only Jakub can choose not to it," Peter said back to his sister.
Jakub was stunned into silence. He's in shock and awed by the incredible dare Peter just proposed, paint Inga's body using his penis as the paintbrush.
Jakub's mouth may have temporarily been stunned into silence, but his penis heard what was happening and immediately responded. It
responded in the usual way, the same way it reacts to a diverse array of stimuli. First, he got partway hard when he dared Inga to get body painted and she has to take everything off. He got harder when he sees Inga's fabulous naked body, full naked from nose to toes. Now he stiffens even more, the head popping out past his foreskin, the little head responding to the words the ears on the big head heard.
"No brush, no fingers, only your dick can be used to paint Inga."
"You are using your brush?" Jakub asks, and Peter says, "Duh, of course."
Jakub hands his paintbrush to Peter since he's not going to be needing it. Jakub looks at the paint set he and Peter brought with them, along with the brushes and a bottle of water. The paints are a tray of eight different colors, well it has six colors and white and black. It says it's water-soluble. One gets the brush wet, dabbles it on the choice of color and start painting.
"Water-soluble. That means it comes off with water, right?" Jakub asks.
"Yes, yes. Comes off with water. If it didn't, I would not be doing this," Inga says.
Jakub was sitting down on the back of his legs. He gets fully upright as he continues kneeling, so he can get a better and higher view. He must decide where to begin painting. The hard erect penis sticks out over Inga, hanging over her body, but pointing right at Peter who is kneeled down on the opposite side of his sister. Jakub looks down at the legs, at the well-tanned and athletic thighs. It's obvious Inga is not a nudist, not when her nice tan is interrupted by a much whiter strip of skin across the hips, a white section of skin surrounding her brown pubic hair patch. For some
reason, in addition to the throbbing heat he feels building up down below, Jakub notices his mouth watering. He's salivating like a hungry dog
licking its chops at the sight of the owner grilling hamburgers. Then Jakub's gaze sweeps upward, past the tummy, past the breasts, up to Inga's face. Inga is looking right at the hardon sticking out from the crotch, looking at the large erect penis in a way Jakub has not seen before. Inga has looked upon this same penis for hours now, but not with such a look of shyness, of apprehension in her eyes. But then she's never been faced with the prospect of Jakub's penis, or anyone's penis, being used as a tool to decorate her bare skin.
"Where do you want to start?" Peter asks. "You can paint her anywhere you want."
"Anyone who paints my face is using a brush. If anyone of your dicks touches my face, I'm going to rip something off," and it looks like Inga means
what she says.
"Understood. Very...understandable." Peter says. "How about this, I'll paint a vase on the stomach, for flowers. You want to do the flowers on
her chest? I'll start with the top of the vase, so you can go up from there with stems and then make your flowers."
Jakub really has no ideas what to draw. His mind is still discombobulated from the excitement of seeing Inga naked to begin with.
"Sure, flowers sound fine to me. But not out of a vase. It needs to look natural. The flowers come out of the ground, they're growing out of the
ummm...grass growing down there. Her white hips need to be colored over in with green grasses, with little flowers poking up."
"Cool. You start on the grass and little wildflowers. I'll start on the large stems and leaves of large sunflower plants. We finish up doing the sunflowers up there," Peter says, pointing at his sister's breasts.
Peter lays the water-color tray on the top of Inga's thighs, needing a place that's mostly flat, and where both he and Jakub can reach the paints easily, especially since Jakub won't be able to use his hands or brushes. Peter opens up the little bottle of water. He dips his brush into it, then
places the brush on the green color. Peter starts with drawing lines on Inga's stomach which will become the sunflower plant. Inga giggles, her
tummy jiggles, her perky breasts quickly rise and fall.
Jakub is mesmerized by all the little seismic motions of her body, the little tremors rippling just below the skin. He would love to just stare, but he's got to get to work. Jakub looks at the end of his penis. How is he going to do this? How can he paint with this?
Sticking his finger into the bottle of water, Jakub brings a drop of water to his dick, wetting the head. Next, getting the paint on the dick.
Jakub picks up the paint tray. Holding the tray with his left hand, he uses the right hand to push down on his penis, sticking the end of it onto
the square of green paint on the tray. Peter laughs when he sees Jakub's blood engorged and bulbous head pressing onto the paint tray.
Inga isn't laughing.
"Come on big sister, smile. You're about to become a work of art."
Inga sticks her tongue out and she blows air. Maybe she will be happier when she sees the finished job and her dare is over.
Jakub puts down the paint tray. His tool is now ready to paint. He shifts his body lower by spreading his knees apart. He leans over Inga's body,
pushing down on his penis, which is frustratingly wanting to point straight up. Jakub points the tip of his dick toward the untanned area created
by the bikini bottom.
"You have to start with the hair. Her hair has to become grass," Peter says, pointing his brush at Inga's pubic hair. "Can't have brown grass in the
middle of the flower bed," and Peter laughs at his own joke.
Jakub can't believe it. Peter actually expects him to use his penis to paint green on his sister's pubic area, right over her slit. Inga is going to
reject that right away, right?....a moment goes by and not a word from Inga. No veto to getting her pussy painted over. She's okay with that? Jakub's breathing gets heavier, his pulse picks up. Holding his hard dick down only inches away from Inga's formerly covered up treasure trove, Jakub feels a knot forming in his abdomen and an increased tightness in his nutsack. What is going on down there? He's never felt anything like
this before.
Chapter 22.
"You have got to be kidding me. Hell no. I'm not doing that," Inga said loudly.
"You have to do it. Only Jakub can choose not to it," Peter said back to his sister.
Jakub was stunned into silence. He's in shock and awed by the incredible dare Peter just proposed, paint Inga's body using his penis as the paintbrush.
Jakub's mouth may have temporarily been stunned into silence, but his penis heard what was happening and immediately responded. It
responded in the usual way, the same way it reacts to a diverse array of stimuli. First, he got partway hard when he dared Inga to get body painted and she has to take everything off. He got harder when he sees Inga's fabulous naked body, full naked from nose to toes. Now he stiffens even more, the head popping out past his foreskin, the little head responding to the words the ears on the big head heard.
"No brush, no fingers, only your dick can be used to paint Inga."
"You are using your brush?" Jakub asks, and Peter says, "Duh, of course."
Jakub hands his paintbrush to Peter since he's not going to be needing it. Jakub looks at the paint set he and Peter brought with them, along with the brushes and a bottle of water. The paints are a tray of eight different colors, well it has six colors and white and black. It says it's water-soluble. One gets the brush wet, dabbles it on the choice of color and start painting.
"Water-soluble. That means it comes off with water, right?" Jakub asks.
"Yes, yes. Comes off with water. If it didn't, I would not be doing this," Inga says.
Jakub was sitting down on the back of his legs. He gets fully upright as he continues kneeling, so he can get a better and higher view. He must decide where to begin painting. The hard erect penis sticks out over Inga, hanging over her body, but pointing right at Peter who is kneeled down on the opposite side of his sister. Jakub looks down at the legs, at the well-tanned and athletic thighs. It's obvious Inga is not a nudist, not when her nice tan is interrupted by a much whiter strip of skin across the hips, a white section of skin surrounding her brown pubic hair patch. For some
reason, in addition to the throbbing heat he feels building up down below, Jakub notices his mouth watering. He's salivating like a hungry dog
licking its chops at the sight of the owner grilling hamburgers. Then Jakub's gaze sweeps upward, past the tummy, past the breasts, up to Inga's face. Inga is looking right at the hardon sticking out from the crotch, looking at the large erect penis in a way Jakub has not seen before. Inga has looked upon this same penis for hours now, but not with such a look of shyness, of apprehension in her eyes. But then she's never been faced with the prospect of Jakub's penis, or anyone's penis, being used as a tool to decorate her bare skin.
"Where do you want to start?" Peter asks. "You can paint her anywhere you want."
"Anyone who paints my face is using a brush. If anyone of your dicks touches my face, I'm going to rip something off," and it looks like Inga means
what she says.
"Understood. Very...understandable." Peter says. "How about this, I'll paint a vase on the stomach, for flowers. You want to do the flowers on
her chest? I'll start with the top of the vase, so you can go up from there with stems and then make your flowers."
Jakub really has no ideas what to draw. His mind is still discombobulated from the excitement of seeing Inga naked to begin with.
"Sure, flowers sound fine to me. But not out of a vase. It needs to look natural. The flowers come out of the ground, they're growing out of the
ummm...grass growing down there. Her white hips need to be colored over in with green grasses, with little flowers poking up."
"Cool. You start on the grass and little wildflowers. I'll start on the large stems and leaves of large sunflower plants. We finish up doing the sunflowers up there," Peter says, pointing at his sister's breasts.
Peter lays the water-color tray on the top of Inga's thighs, needing a place that's mostly flat, and where both he and Jakub can reach the paints easily, especially since Jakub won't be able to use his hands or brushes. Peter opens up the little bottle of water. He dips his brush into it, then
places the brush on the green color. Peter starts with drawing lines on Inga's stomach which will become the sunflower plant. Inga giggles, her
tummy jiggles, her perky breasts quickly rise and fall.
Jakub is mesmerized by all the little seismic motions of her body, the little tremors rippling just below the skin. He would love to just stare, but he's got to get to work. Jakub looks at the end of his penis. How is he going to do this? How can he paint with this?
Sticking his finger into the bottle of water, Jakub brings a drop of water to his dick, wetting the head. Next, getting the paint on the dick.
Jakub picks up the paint tray. Holding the tray with his left hand, he uses the right hand to push down on his penis, sticking the end of it onto
the square of green paint on the tray. Peter laughs when he sees Jakub's blood engorged and bulbous head pressing onto the paint tray.
Inga isn't laughing.
"Come on big sister, smile. You're about to become a work of art."
Inga sticks her tongue out and she blows air. Maybe she will be happier when she sees the finished job and her dare is over.
Jakub puts down the paint tray. His tool is now ready to paint. He shifts his body lower by spreading his knees apart. He leans over Inga's body,
pushing down on his penis, which is frustratingly wanting to point straight up. Jakub points the tip of his dick toward the untanned area created
by the bikini bottom.
"You have to start with the hair. Her hair has to become grass," Peter says, pointing his brush at Inga's pubic hair. "Can't have brown grass in the
middle of the flower bed," and Peter laughs at his own joke.
Jakub can't believe it. Peter actually expects him to use his penis to paint green on his sister's pubic area, right over her slit. Inga is going to
reject that right away, right?....a moment goes by and not a word from Inga. No veto to getting her pussy painted over. She's okay with that? Jakub's breathing gets heavier, his pulse picks up. Holding his hard dick down only inches away from Inga's formerly covered up treasure trove, Jakub feels a knot forming in his abdomen and an increased tightness in his nutsack. What is going on down there? He's never felt anything like
this before.
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Hard Time at the Beach
Chapter 23.
Boys don't think much about their balls when they are young. For the first eleven or twelve years of a boy's life, the balls are just extra baggage that doesn't seem to serve much of a purpose. The penis has a purpose. A boy pees with it, doesn't have to squat like girls do. This gives an advantage to boys forever. They can get in and out of the bathroom in half the time it takes the girls. Outside on the playground, if a boy needs
to pee, he can turn his back to everyone and pee without anything being seen. Girls have to run inside, or if they are away from any building, they have to hide behind a large bush or tree. Ask any boy if he's glad to have a penis and most will give you a resounding "Yes".
Testicles are just there, hanging around. Occasionally a boy gets a soccer ball, or accidental blow from a flailing foot or hand, to the groin and the
boy is instantly reminded the balls are there. That's all a young boy has to do, just keep them protected from danger. Boys on ranches and farms
learn much sooner their true purpose. Any ten year old on a ranch knows the balls on a bull are for breeding new cows. Many city kids are clueless
at that age. Watching dogs doing it in an alley is the only sex they've probably seen.
Balls are for sex. That's what Jakub found out at school. The school showed a foreign film on puberty, a somewhat controversial film at that.
It was called Sexuele Voorlichting. There was a boy and a girl the same age as Jakub, twelve years old, on the screen fully naked. Both the boy
and the girl displayed their sex parts. The boy showed how to pull back the foreskin when taking a bath. The boy even showed how to masturbate
with a fully erect penis. The same boy and a different girl even touched each other. When this was playing, Jakub stuck his hand down his pants.
His dick was pushing against the front of his jeans and needed some realignment to relieve the pressure. After adjusting himself, the hand stayed
put during the remainder of the film. That was when Jakub noticed he could feel his pulse along the top of his penis.
In the puberty film, it showed that semen traveled up from the testes and waited for the right moment to spurt forth from the penis. Jakub had
already seen that before during his visit to his relatives in Italy the previous summer, seen his cousin Luigi jerk off in the Olive grove. A year ago
he really didn't understand what that stuff was that shot out of his cousin's dick. Now, after seeing the film, he has a better idea what is going on. With puberty his balls are going to grow and start making millions of tiny sperm cells, and at some point, sooner or later they are going to be
coming out.
The same month that Jakub turned twelve years old he spent a weekend at his Aunt Lilka's house. His aunt was out shopping, and Uncle Bolek
was taking a nap. Uncle Bolek specializes in afternoon napping. Jakub browsed the bookshelf on a wall in the living room. It had all sorts of
movies on DVD from the last twenty years or so. He spotted a video case that looked out of place, somehow looked a little different. Jakub
pulled it out. On the cover was a blond, big boobed woman with long semi-curly hair. She was wearing a skimpy white outfit with a short skirt,
her top mostly unbuttoned showing half the breasts. There was a massage table with a young man lying down on it, wearing a skimpy towel.
The name of the video was "Mistress of Massage".
Jakub pops "Mistress of Massage" into the DVD player. It only takes three or four minutes into the massage therapy for the young man to start
showing a huge bulge, then a very pointy pushing out on the towel which is about to fall off the poor young man, who seems to know his towel is tenting up something serious but doesn't know what to do about it. The busty blond lady keeps working her hands up the guy's thighs as if nothing
is happening. Suddenly the woman reaches under the towel. Jakub's dick suddenly pushed out against the shorts he was wearing. Suddenly Jakub
wants what that guy is getting. Jakub reached down with his right hand, and he massages himself through the material of the shorts. The massage
mistress pulls the towel away, grabs hold of the man's penis and works her magic on it.
Jakub had never seen a dick that big before. He though his cousin Luigi's dick was big, compared to the one eleven year old Jakub had at the
time. The dick on the young guy on the massage table was bigger. It was so long the woman could put both hands on it as she rubbed it up and down. Jakub thought about getting a ruler and measuring himself, but that would happen later as he was transfixed by the sight of a torrent of
white stuff shooting out of that long penis. Jakub massaged himself while still dressed, while wondering how long it will be until he can explode
like that, and where does all that stuff come from.
Months later, with Jakub on the beach, he knows where the white stuff comes from. He's seen the puberty documentary. He's seen some of Uncle
Bolek's videos. He's seen his eccentric cousin showing off his stroking technique and unique way of fertilizing an olive grove. Jakub knows what
happens now when a boy gets too excited and aroused. He's been naked and aroused all day, even sprung a leak a couple times. It's just past
half-way through the afternoon and the pressure has been building. The moments of excitement keep coming. With the stimuli of nearly
naked girl flesh all around, Jakub starts to have doubts whatever is happening to him down in the nether region is going to stop, the pressure intensifying as Jakub looks down at Inga's gorgeous naked body.
Chapter 23.
Boys don't think much about their balls when they are young. For the first eleven or twelve years of a boy's life, the balls are just extra baggage that doesn't seem to serve much of a purpose. The penis has a purpose. A boy pees with it, doesn't have to squat like girls do. This gives an advantage to boys forever. They can get in and out of the bathroom in half the time it takes the girls. Outside on the playground, if a boy needs
to pee, he can turn his back to everyone and pee without anything being seen. Girls have to run inside, or if they are away from any building, they have to hide behind a large bush or tree. Ask any boy if he's glad to have a penis and most will give you a resounding "Yes".
Testicles are just there, hanging around. Occasionally a boy gets a soccer ball, or accidental blow from a flailing foot or hand, to the groin and the
boy is instantly reminded the balls are there. That's all a young boy has to do, just keep them protected from danger. Boys on ranches and farms
learn much sooner their true purpose. Any ten year old on a ranch knows the balls on a bull are for breeding new cows. Many city kids are clueless
at that age. Watching dogs doing it in an alley is the only sex they've probably seen.
Balls are for sex. That's what Jakub found out at school. The school showed a foreign film on puberty, a somewhat controversial film at that.
It was called Sexuele Voorlichting. There was a boy and a girl the same age as Jakub, twelve years old, on the screen fully naked. Both the boy
and the girl displayed their sex parts. The boy showed how to pull back the foreskin when taking a bath. The boy even showed how to masturbate
with a fully erect penis. The same boy and a different girl even touched each other. When this was playing, Jakub stuck his hand down his pants.
His dick was pushing against the front of his jeans and needed some realignment to relieve the pressure. After adjusting himself, the hand stayed
put during the remainder of the film. That was when Jakub noticed he could feel his pulse along the top of his penis.
In the puberty film, it showed that semen traveled up from the testes and waited for the right moment to spurt forth from the penis. Jakub had
already seen that before during his visit to his relatives in Italy the previous summer, seen his cousin Luigi jerk off in the Olive grove. A year ago
he really didn't understand what that stuff was that shot out of his cousin's dick. Now, after seeing the film, he has a better idea what is going on. With puberty his balls are going to grow and start making millions of tiny sperm cells, and at some point, sooner or later they are going to be
coming out.
The same month that Jakub turned twelve years old he spent a weekend at his Aunt Lilka's house. His aunt was out shopping, and Uncle Bolek
was taking a nap. Uncle Bolek specializes in afternoon napping. Jakub browsed the bookshelf on a wall in the living room. It had all sorts of
movies on DVD from the last twenty years or so. He spotted a video case that looked out of place, somehow looked a little different. Jakub
pulled it out. On the cover was a blond, big boobed woman with long semi-curly hair. She was wearing a skimpy white outfit with a short skirt,
her top mostly unbuttoned showing half the breasts. There was a massage table with a young man lying down on it, wearing a skimpy towel.
The name of the video was "Mistress of Massage".
Jakub pops "Mistress of Massage" into the DVD player. It only takes three or four minutes into the massage therapy for the young man to start
showing a huge bulge, then a very pointy pushing out on the towel which is about to fall off the poor young man, who seems to know his towel is tenting up something serious but doesn't know what to do about it. The busty blond lady keeps working her hands up the guy's thighs as if nothing
is happening. Suddenly the woman reaches under the towel. Jakub's dick suddenly pushed out against the shorts he was wearing. Suddenly Jakub
wants what that guy is getting. Jakub reached down with his right hand, and he massages himself through the material of the shorts. The massage
mistress pulls the towel away, grabs hold of the man's penis and works her magic on it.
Jakub had never seen a dick that big before. He though his cousin Luigi's dick was big, compared to the one eleven year old Jakub had at the
time. The dick on the young guy on the massage table was bigger. It was so long the woman could put both hands on it as she rubbed it up and down. Jakub thought about getting a ruler and measuring himself, but that would happen later as he was transfixed by the sight of a torrent of
white stuff shooting out of that long penis. Jakub massaged himself while still dressed, while wondering how long it will be until he can explode
like that, and where does all that stuff come from.
Months later, with Jakub on the beach, he knows where the white stuff comes from. He's seen the puberty documentary. He's seen some of Uncle
Bolek's videos. He's seen his eccentric cousin showing off his stroking technique and unique way of fertilizing an olive grove. Jakub knows what
happens now when a boy gets too excited and aroused. He's been naked and aroused all day, even sprung a leak a couple times. It's just past
half-way through the afternoon and the pressure has been building. The moments of excitement keep coming. With the stimuli of nearly
naked girl flesh all around, Jakub starts to have doubts whatever is happening to him down in the nether region is going to stop, the pressure intensifying as Jakub looks down at Inga's gorgeous naked body.