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[TeenFan]

The Swim Party Crasher
Chapter 1. Pretty Boy Look in Mirror Too Much


"Taylor Gerald Clark...where the hell are you."

The shout came from the kitchen. Taylor hated hearing his full name called out. It was never a good sign. His momma only used the full name
whenever he had done something wrong, or when he had caused momma some sort of distress. Not once did he hear a remark resembling "Taylor
Gerald Clark...would you like to go with me to get something from the ice cream parlor?"...nope, it was never anything like that.

"Where is your scrawny ass?"

Taylor didn't even know his mom had come home. He was in the shower, and mom must have slipped in while the water was running. When he
heard the shouts, Taylor was busy looking at himself in the bathroom mirror. He had one hand raised up over his head, the fingers of the other
hand desperately feeling around for any signs of armpit hair growth.

It's a routine Taylor picked up as the months he is a Twelve year old dwindled and the Thirteenth birthday approached. He wanted
ever so desperately to have some pubic hair by the time he became a teenager. Boys aren't real teens until they get some little bushes growing
next to the tree trunk down under. Oftentimes girls won't take you seriously until some evidence of maturity can be presented to them,
mainly in the form of armpit hair, which Taylor could show somebody...or pubic hair which Taylor might let his buddies at school get a glimpse
of. Two of his classmates had proudly and boldly dropped the front of their shorts right in front of him at the gym.

"Look at that Taylor. I got hair down there now. Do you have hair?"

Taylor could not match those other boys in pubic hair development, but he could outshine them in another way. Taylor knew his penis
was twice as nice as what those two boys had sticking out, but Taylor wasn't confident enough to whip it out, not in the middle of the gymnasium floor with girls prowling about.

With mom having called out twice, Taylor responds, "I'm in the bathroom." And that is another thing that hasn't matured enough, his voice
is still too high pitched.

Taylor wonders why his mom has to say "where the hell are you?" There are only four rooms in the apartment. He's obviously not in the living
room or the kitchen, so he could only be in the only bedroom or in the bathroom. How hard can it be to figure it out?

The bathroom door swings open. Cool air rushes in, making Taylor's reddish/brown nipples harden instantly. He lowers the upraised arm.

"Staring at yourself in the mirror again. I swear...you must think you are as pretty as a princess. Now I admit your long blond hair is fetching
and your baby face does have a certain boyish charm. But looking at yourself like that isn't gonna make you grow up faster. You are growing
too fast as it is. Are you listening to me?

Taylor turns his body to face in his mom's direction. He feels a bit underdressed, having only the bath towel around his waist.

"I just went through the laundry basket. I found two rips in your best pair of underwear. Did you roll around in the yard like a dog? Or maybe
you got them stretched out while rassling with that no good cousin of yours. She's the same age you are but I swear she acts more like a boy
than you do. Well...did you at least beat her at rassling?"

Taylor looks down at his feet which are too large, which cause him to outgrow his shoes way too often. His feet are clean now, but an hour ago
they were filthy dirty.

"No mom...she beat me up pretty good this time. But Shannara plays soccer and basketball. And she beat both of us in tennis. I might have
a chance against her in swimming though. But I need a new swimsuit. The one I have has holes in it, and the mesh liner got ripped."

"Oh, so you are afraid something might slip out while you are swimming, huh...but who is going to care if the weenie of a twelve year old
slips out?" and she reaches out to grab hold of the towel around Taylor's waist. With a quick woosh the towel is in mom's hand and Taylor
is left standing in a pitiful girl like cower as he bends over slightly, shoulders hunched, hands grabbing boy bits to get them covered up.

"NOW you are shy. You sister told me she caught you playing video games with nothing on. She says your joystick was sticking up as you were
playing with the joystick. Kiara says you were making superb jumps on the motocross bike while your other hand twisted the throttle real
good....ha, it's true then. Your blushing cheeks never lie."

Taylor is not a good liar. He would twiddle his thumbs, he'd shift from one foot to another, and his pale skinned face turns pink as a
carnation. Taylor didn't even have to say a word; his body was its own lie detector.

"But back to your clothes. Your shirt and shorts are a filthy mess. I want you to do the laundry tonight. Put your hands down and stand up normally when I talk to you. There, you see...what have you got that any other boy ain't got?"

Taylor stands up straight like a soldier, but he wishes he could have something, anything to put on. Sure, he's been seen naked by his mother,
times too numerous to count but having to stand at attention while listening to a lecture is beyond reason.

The sound of the front door slams shut.

"Kiara...we are here in the bathroom. I'm telling your brother for the last time I don't want him to wear out his clothes so fast."

A moment later Taylor's sister, sixteen years old and thinking she's the goddess of girlhood, stands at the door. Kiara sees her brother standing
at attention, his body straight as an arrow, the penis sticking straight out with a partial hardon, and she chuckles as she stares.

"Tore his clothes again? I knew something would happen when I saw him run off toward the park with Shannara. But how can you expect little
boys to take care of their things. He takes care of that thing a lot these days...but I won't mention nothing more about that. One would never
think he is a boy with him reading the fashion magazines at the doctor's office waiting room. A boy his age should look at the Hunting and Fishing magazine, or the Boy's Life. But Taylor was reading "Allure" and the "In Style". He thinks he can be a designer. Can you believe that?"

"What is up with the tag team on me. Stop it. Can I go now?" Taylor wants to run, but the way is blocked by the two women in his life, a
pestering mom and a bitchy sister.

Taylor's mom backs away a couple feet, stops at the doorframe. "What do you think we should do with him? All his clothes are dirty."

Kiara tilts her head from side to side as she contemplates an answer. When her face brightens up and a big smile flashes across that bitchy
mouth, Taylor knows he isn't going to like the next words that come out.

"Taylor can stay just as he is until the load of clothes is washed and dried. I'm going to do my homework in my room. But I want him to
curl my hair just the way I showed him. That won't take longer than half an hour or so. Taylor is only twelve. Kids his age don't need nothing
to wear around the house. That's the way it is in India and all over Africa. Isn't that right?"

Taylor looks down at his feet again, his half hard dick partially blocking the view. "I know I know...boys in Africa don't have clothes to wear
so I can't complain. Just like they don't have enough food to eat...so I can't complain if it's Tuna Helper and Ramen soup again."

[Themarble]

An amazing first chapter! I'm glad that we will see a back story to Taylor, it's interesting to hear how his joystick acts while having to go around in the nude! I hope we have him naked for quite the while as this story progresses!

[Jeepman89]

Loving this so far.

[Trundle]

Brilliant first chapter, really sets the scene.

Really looking forward to the next chapter, Taylor having to act as hairdresser whilst naked

[Supermario17]

Amazing start. Keep it up.

[TeenFan]

The Swim Party Crasher
Chapter 2. Face to DickTime


Grumbling and mumbling to himself, Taylor loaded up the laundry machine. The apartment building may be old, but one of the nice features
about it is the spacious kitchen pantry that has a second feature of having connections for both a washing machine and dryer. Taylor tried
not to laugh as he realized just about every article of clothing in his possession was inside the laundry basket of dirty clothes. Now they are all
going inside the machine and Taylor has to stay naked until the clothes are washed, then dried, and folded. Naked Time is what his sister,
Kirara called it whenever Taylor got punished this way.

Part of the annoyance of the moment is mom is putting out pans on the stove and getting other things ready to prepare dinner. Taylor has
to load the machine while mom can glance over at him, and she continues a near continuous chatter about how much trouble it is to raise
kids these days.

Taylor's trials and tribulations are not over when the washing machine gets turned on. It takes exactly twenty-five minutes for the cycle to
complete, and during that time Taylor is stuck with another task.

Kiara sits on the floor of her bedroom, and even though the door is already open, Taylor remembers to knock before coming in. Without
bothering to look up or acknowledge her brother, Kiara says, "I already plugged the curling iron in. Get to it right away."

Though it had happened a couple times previously, Taylor never got used to the feeling he had whenever he walked naked into Kiara's room, which
is also the same bedroom mother uses. If only he had his own bedroom then Naked Time might not be so bad. Taylor sleeps on the hide a bed
sofa in the living room, and oftentimes he has to get changed for bed or for school with either his mom or sister in the vicinity.

Taylor sees the curling iron sitting on the nightstand only a couple feet from his sister. He picks it up, checks what heat setting it is on. Sounding
totally thrilled to be there, Taylor faked his enthusiasm as he asks what type of curls Kiara wants.

"Give me the 3/4 inch curls. I want to look bold and sexy tonight for my date with Clarence." The sister sounds so pleased to announce how
successful her love life is.

As Taylor first combs the back of his sister's hair he recalls the lesson that was drilled into him and he repeats most of what he can recall, saying
in a fake French accent "Yes mademoiselle. You will look marvelous with the large and fluffy curls I give to you. 3/4 inch textured waves that will make other girls envious and the men will swoon. I will create splendid, structured spirals for your golden sunbeam locks my lady."

"You're laying it on thick tonight...just get to work."

As Taylor combs his sister's hair, standing naked right behind her, strands of her long blond hair drift down, brushing along his penis. The sensation
is unfortunately too arousing. Grimacing, Taylor looks down to see his dick springing upward. Why o why does this always have to happen?
Can't the thing stay down when he wants it to?

The phone next to Kiara plays the Run-D.M.C and Aerosmith collaboration on "Walk This Way". Taylor used to think it was an awesome older song and video, but since his sister's phone plays it every time somebody contacts her...well, Taylor doesn't think the song is so cool anymore.
Picking up the phone, Kiara says, "Oh hi Tanya. How are you doing?"

For twelve year old boys, hearing their older sister's conversations with their girlie friends is totally boring and useless conversation. All they
do is gossip and talk about boys. Taylor learned long ago it's best to ignore Kiara whenever she was talking on the phone. That girl hates
having those so very important exchanges of useless tidbits of worthless information interrupted.

Taylor is finished with brushing the back of the head, and he reaches for the curling iron. He proceeds to grab sections of Kiara's hair, placing the
strands into the curling iron, then he slowly lets the iron slide down the strand of hair. Slide, twist and curl...slide, twist and curl... Then he
moves on to the next section.

For some reason there is a lot of giggling and whispering in his sister's conversation. Most of the time she talks annoyingly loud. Taylor is
sliding the curler when he looks at the phone in Kiara's hand. She is keeping is farther from her mouth. The next glance shows a girl's face on
the phone screen. It's the face of Tanya, and that girl looks extremely amused. As the curling iron slides off the strand of hair, it continues to
descend, and the hot end of it briefly touches Taylor's thigh, but he hardly notices. The phone is not facing directly toward Kiara's face, but the hand has the phone turned so the screen is more or less directly in Taylor's direction.

Tanya on the phone can see Kiara if the phone was held aimed toward Kiara, but the phone is aimed to the right...right where Taylor happens
to be standing, right behind his sister's right shoulder. What the Fuckinstein...Kiara is doing FaceTime and the girlie friend can see Taylor's nekkid
body standing behind Kiara. No wonder the two of them were giggling like goonies.

"UH OH, I think he noticed us," Tanya on the phone says, and she giggles much more loudly. No more need to keep things quiet is there.

"That is so uncool. This sucks. Stop that or I'm leaving." Taylor can't hide his shock and disappointment, but he's actually not at all surprised
at his sister's treachery.

"Oh shut up Taylor. Keep curling or I'll yell for mom, tell her you are being an asshole."

Taylor shuts his mouth. If his sister complains then mom will believe whatever Kiara says about him. There isn't much in the way of fixing
or improving upon this situation. All Taylor can do is keep curling the hair, and he has to get the sides done next. He'll have to stand at the
side of his sister's body, and looking down at his still half hard penis it's going to be all on the FaceTime with Tanya. Those two bitches are
probably recording this too. The blushing going across the face feels as hot as the temper Taylor has to hold in.

Unfortunately, whenever Taylor knows other people are looking at him he gets extremely nervous and jittery, and strangely this nervous energy
seems to make his dick get erected. It makes no sense to him why being shy and embarrassed at being seen naked turns into being humiliated
worse by popping a boner. It's too freaking weird.

Seeing Tanya's face on the phone makes Taylor's heart speed up. As his tension mounts and his dick goes from only sticking partly out to jumping
up to full hardon, Taylor can see only one way to salvage some pride and dignity. If one must be naked then go with it full bore and no regrets.
Taylor turns his body to face the side of Kiara's head, and with a hard thrust he smacks the end of his dick against her ear.

"What the hell, what the fuck are you doing?" Kiara shouts as Taylor backs away after that good hard poke on the side of her head.

"I think he just tried to take you out with his weenie weapon. It does look like the tip of a spear. Ha ha I got that on video feed. Can't wait to
see that again," Tanya then laughs hysterically.

"You do that again and I'll spank you. Put you over my knee and wallop you good. Now cut out the crap and finish this styling...Sorry about that
Tanya, but my brother is a dipshit...and he's on Naked Time for another hour. Yes, he does that sometimes. He graduated from Time Out
in the corner to Naked Time while he does chores...like doing my hair."

"Can he do my hair sometime?" Tanya asks politely, and of course Kiara says that could be arranged someday.

Taylor rolls his eyes, as his sister's friend makes comments about how his legs look nice and smooth and how Taylor's dick stands up like a bronze
statue in a city park. "That thing sure points out a lot for a young boy. You know...if it wasn't for that hardon he's got sticking up, your brother
would look like a girl...even naked. He's slender but has no muscle. He should be a model his eyes and face are so cute, and with that hair
of his he could wear a Sunday dress with flowers and bows and nobody would know."
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A photo Tanya took of Taylor, on a different and much better day for him.

https://i.pinimg.com/originals/70/05/23 ... 9df0ee.jpg

I do believe he would look cute in a dress.

[Themarble]

A weenie weapon? Perfection. Taylor is now stuck with a boner and naked time lasts for another hour? Let's hope there are no extra visitors.

[Jeepman89]

Let's hope there are extra visitors actually! Funny story.

[Supermario17]

Another amazing chapter, hopefully more soon

[Pluto2025]

The Swim Party Crasher


"You do that again and I'll spank you. Put you over my knee and wallop you good. Now cut out the crap and finish this styling...Sorry about that
Tanya, but my brother is a dipshit...and he's on Naked Time for another hour. Yes, he does that sometimes. He graduated from Time Out
in the corner to Naked Time while he does chores...like doing my hair."

"Can he do my hair sometime?" Tanya asks politely, and of course Kiara says that could be arranged someday.

A wonderful and very inspiring story. There are so many possibilities. Taylor's live video spanking from her sister on the phone. Recording this from Tanya. What more?