Jackson Family Bathtime

[nebnyc]

Loved the 2nd installment! Perhaps Mrs Jackson should insist the boys submit to an inspection to be sure bathing was thorough. The boys can bend & hold their butts open to check for cleanliness & then the women can give a closer look to their privates, even taking hold to see if all was done to their satisfaction. Looking forward for the oldest brother to come downstairs!

[NickTwisp]

=================Daniel's Turn to Bathe==============

As Josh climbed into the tub, I turned around to find the star quarterback of our high school's football team, Daniel Jackson, standing next to me stark naked with a broad smile on his face. Never would I have imagined seeing one of the most popular senior boys naked. Josh was a tall, muscular, blond buzz cut 18-year-old. Daniel was very outgoing and immediately began to chat with me like this was just a normal situation. "I'll help you with Josh. I have a date with Mary Ellen Spraggs tonight, so I have to be extra clean," Daniel said. I did know that Daniel was dating the vivacious Mary Ellen, who reputedly had a reputation in school as a 'fast girl,' whatever that term meant in 1958.

Daniel then said he would help me bathe Josh, to 'speed things up' as he put it. Daniel took an extra washcloth, leaned over the tub, and began handing it to Josh, who now had a case of the giggles and was pulling on his erect penis with his right hand. As he bent over the tub, Daniel's circumcised penis, enmeshed in a thatch of blond pubic hair, pressed against the side of the tub. Daniel addressed his younger brother, "Josh, stop touching your penis and wash yourself." Josh immediately obeyed and his bath went much faster with both the naked Daniel and I handing him soapy washcloths, of which there were several available. All the while I noticed that Daniel was sort of pressing his penis against the outside of the tub, in a kind of rhythmic motion---subtle but noticeable to me. When Josh was done washing and ready to step out of the tub, Daniel backed away from it. Apparently from pressing against the outside of the tub, his previously flaccid penis had expanded to a full erection. I was almost unable to move, stunned by the sheer sight of this appendage sticking out almost in my face. For reasons I could not explain at the time, I had a sudden urge to touch it. But even in my sexual naivety I knew that would be crossing a line. Although Mrs. Jackson had somehow disappeared, and I got the distinct feeling that Daniel would have let me, I restrained myself.

Daniel laughed and looked down at his stiff penis as he stood up. "Darn, I thought I took care of this problem in our bedroom before I came downstairs," he said with a smirk on his face. Nonetheless, I had no clue as to what he meant. "Why don't you rest for a while and I'll rinse off Josh, you can just sit in that other chair and watch. You're doing such a good job with our baths that you deserve a brief respite," Daniel stated. So, I sat in the extra chair and just watched as Daniel helped Josh wash his hair and then get rinsed off. Daniel's penis began to deflate a bit as he assisted his brother, but Josh's penis remained very stiff. Daniel handed Josh a towel and began to help him dry off. Daniel ran the towel over his brother's upper half, then handed it to him saying, "You do the rest, I'm not touching that stiff penis of yours." Josh giggled again and completed the drying process, rubbing vigorously when he got to his crotch area. Daniel noticed and said, "Josh, save that for later on, we don't do stuff like that in front of company." Josh sort of gasped and then lowered the towel to dry his legs and feet.

After Josh had finished drying himself, he walked past us and headed upstairs to his bedroom. Daniel again leaned against the outside of the tub, this time on the shower side, while I remained seated. We chatted some more about some upcoming high school events and Daniel relayed some of his plans after graduating in May. "Go Class of '58," he laughingly intoned. It was so surreal for me to sit there and talk to the naked high school football quarterback. Like his brothers, Daniel acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary and had no concerns that a girl two years younger was sitting there looking at his naked body. Daniel then shared that the previous month, after his sister had left for college out of state, his Grandmother had been enlisted to help them with the baths. "She was OK, but you're doing a much better job," Daniel said. I detected no qualms from this 18-year-old boy about having his Grandmother come over and see him naked.

In the meantime, the youngest brother, Craig, age 9, had come down the stairs. He was also completely naked. Seeing Craig, Daniel then stated, "I guess we'd better get going and get my bath done. Mom said to tell you that you're invited to have lunch with us, after we're all done here. We will get dressed and join you and Mom. I believe we're having chicken salad." It became clear that I would be having lunch with Mrs. Jackson and the four boys, who would then be fully dressed, that I had seen naked for much of the morning. I readily accepted the luncheon invitation.

[Jeepman89]

She deserves a free lunch for all that "hard" work!

[NudeBaG]

No idea what you have planned now.
The boys don’t seem too embarrassed, but I’m sad they’re getting dressed
Also, chicken salad?
I’m sure you deserve much better than cat food

[NickTwisp]

Since the Jackson boys are all so enthusiastic about their naked bathtime, perhaps at lunch an expanded schedule will be discussed? Our protagonist might have a difficult time next week at school in not discussing any of this with her friends.

[NickTwisp]

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Daniel climbed into the tub, and I began the now familiar procedure of handing him soapy towels. His erect penis sort of twitched as he began to clean his now not so private area. He glanced around toward the kitchen, seemingly looking to see if his mother was around. I glanced out into the yard and saw Mrs. Jackson tending to her garden, facing away from the house. Daniel then turned to me and whispered, "Would you like to touch it?" He turned towards me and got close to the edge of the tub. Without replying I reached over and felt his erect penis. I had never touched a penis before. His organ felt like a warm steel rod. The penis began to pulsate in my hand. "Please move your hand on it a bit," Daniel kind of gasped. I began to move my hand up and down on it. "Am I doing this right," I softly asked? "Just go a bit faster," Daniel gulped.

In the meantime, both of us had completely forgotten that 9-year-old Craig had seated himself in the dining room awaiting his turn. Craig got up from his chair and came over near the tub. My back was to Craig and both Daniel and I were oblivious to his presence as I pumped Daniel's stiff, throbbing, penis with my right hand. Daniel was making low moaning noises. I was in a dreamlike state, not really knowing the implications of what I was doing to his penis but wanting to continue doing it. The naked Craig was stroking his own tiny pre-pubescent penis as he watched in fascination as the neighbor girl manipulated his oldest brother's penis. Unlike me, Craig was not that naive about sexual matters. After all, he shared a bedroom with three older brothers, and he knew what they liked to do.

I continued pumping. Suddenly Daniel made a louder groan, and his upper body seemed to spasm. As I continued to grasp his penis, something began shooting out if it into the soapy bathwater. Several more jets of whatever it was continued to shoot out of his penis. I let go of his penis and Daniel seemed to partially slump against the side of the tub. There was a glazed look in his eyes. From behind me I heard a high-pitched pre-adolescent voice exclaim, "Nice shot, Daniel." I was alarmed to realize that Craig had watched the entire depraved act I had performed on his brother. Then Daniel started to recover from what I had done to him. He looked over at Craig and said, "Don't tell no one about this, you hear?" Craig pulled some more on his tiny penis and replied, "Nah, I ain't no snitch."

Daniel climbed out of the tub and into the shower area. As he shampooed his hair and I rinsed him with the shower jet apparatus, we noticed that Mrs. Jackson was headed our way from the backyard. I silently prayed that she had not seen anything. Daniel's penis was now completely flaccid as I rinsed him off. Apparently not. She walked past her naked son, glanced over and said, "Lunch will be in 45 minutes so try and get Craig done soon."

Daniel nonchalantly dropped the towel and headed naked up to his bedroom. Craig's bathtime turned out to be kind of rushed, but we did get the job done. The little guy was very cooperative. After his rinse off, Craig bounded away and went up the stairs to join his brothers in their bedroom. I cleaned up around the tub area. Soon the four Jackson brothers came back down the stairs. Now they were all fully dressed in various combinations of jeans and sweatshirts.

We sat down at the table for lunch. Everyone acted very friendly and natural. If a visitor had entered the house at that point, they never would have guessed what had gone on there all morning. Near the end of the meal, Mrs. Jackson turned to me and said, "I have another favor to ask you. Do you have your driver's license yet?" I replied that I had gotten it when I turned 16 a few months ago. Before we moved, my father had purchased a used 1954 Chevrolet that we had driven from our former home in Albany, New York, to our rented home here in Holcomb. My mother didn't drive, and Dad and Mr. Jackson could walk to their jobs at the Clutter wheat farm, as the property began at the end of our street. Dad had taught me to drive when we were still in Albany. I still had a New York license which I presumed was valid in Kansas. Dad was proud of the Chevrolet, and it was easy for me to drive, as it had the Powerglide automatic transmission.

Mrs. Jackson went on to state that Peter was taking lifeguarding classes on Wednesday afternoons at the Garden City YMCA. "I've got so much to do here, and now I can earn a little extra money cleaning the Clutter's large home for a few hours, could you possibly drive Peter to his class?" She went on, "It's only for an hour. Of course, you'll have to wait in the lobby, as no females are allowed in the pool area." By way of explanation, Peter interjected, "Yeah, we swim naked, no suits allowed."

I readily agreed and said I would just have to ask my parents if I could take the car. I assisted Mrs. Jackson in the meal cleanup and said I would let her know if my parents would permit me to do this. I said my goodbyes telling Peter I would see him on Monday in school.

When Dad got home from work later, he readily agreed to let me take the car next Wednesday. In fact, he told me I could start driving it to school if I wanted. Up until then I had taken the school bus. I called the Jackson house and told them I could not only drive Peter on Wednesday to his class, but my Dad said I could begin driving to school since no one was using the car during the day. Peter got on the line, and I asked him if he wanted to ride with me on Monday to school. Very enthusiastically, he replied in the affirmative. It was all set up that he would walk over to our house Monday morning at 7:45 am and we would head off the high school in our '54 Chevrolet Bel Air. As it turned out, Daniel rode with me, too. Usually, he had to be there earlier for a football team practice, and some of his teammates picked him up, but their coach had called in sick, so it was cancelled.

Monday morning came and I had the two older Jackson boys in my parent's Chevrolet. Boys that I had seen naked and helped bathe, one of whom I had done something else to that I considered to be very naughty. Daniel was in the front seat and Peter sat in back. I glanced over at Daniel's tight brown corduroy pants, somewhat of a bulge evident in the crotch area. I thought of what was beneath those jeans and what I had done with it on Saturday. Life in Kansas with the Jackson family as friendly neighbors was turning out to be very different than the secluded, relatively friendless life I had experienced in Albany.

[NudeBaG]

Great job!
Good blend of naïveté, naughtiness and innocence

[TeenFan]

Girls are not allowed in the pool area for swim time at the YMCA, but I'm sure the girl will find a way to see some of them.

Is there going to be any embarrassed naked boy at some point?

[NudeBaG]

Girls are not allowed in the pool area for swim time at the YMCA, but I'm sure the girl will find a way to see some of them.

Is there going to be any embarrassed naked boy at some point?

Maybe not in your world

[NickTwisp]

At the YMCA
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Wednesday afternoon found Peter and myself driving over to the YMCA in Garden City. Peter seemed particularly enthusiastic about today's lesson as they were scheduled to practice high dives. "We get to go off that real high diving board which I've been really looking forward to doing," he stated.

When we arrived, I parked down the street two blocks away in a municipal lot. Being a relatively inexperienced driver, I didn't want to attempt to parallel park on the street in front of the YMCA building. We entered the lobby; no one was at the desk. I sat down in a chair and Peter left to go into the Boys Lockeroom.

A few minutes later I heard some voices and several people came through the front door. There was another classmate of mine, Derek Appleton, age 16, accompanied by his mother and twins Kyle and Katherine, age 12. Another woman, apparently the mother of a boy who had arrived earlier, was with a girl who was introduced to me as Bessie Grant, age 15. She did not go to the same high school that we did, I learned. Derek was a rather diminutive guy standing about 5'8" with short dark brown hair in the buzz cut fashionable at that time.

Derek looked somewhat uncomfortable as he sauntered past us and through the doorway leading to the Boys Lockeroom. He barely acknowledged me at all. I explained to everyone that I had driven Peter Jackson here because his Mom was working this afternoon at the Clutter residence.

Mrs. Appleton turned to me and asked, "Well, what are you doing sitting out here? Don't you want to go into the pool area and watch the boys swim?" I replied, "I thought we weren't allowed since the boys swim naked." Mrs. Appleton laughed and said, "Oh pish, we're all going in. The only other adult here right now is the swimming instructor, and he doesn't seem to care if we observe the boys swimming lesson." She continued, "Last week my son Derek complained about his twin sister and me seeing him naked in there, but I just told him it didn't matter. None of the girls present last week cared that the swimmers were all nude. As you'll soon see, Derek has an abnormally small penis for his age which he's very sensitive about. I've discussed this with his pediatrician, and they say there's nothing that can be done about that."

I followed the others down a hallway which led to the pool area. When we entered, there was Peter standing there with a clipboard in his hand; the other boys, numbering about 12, were sitting on the edge of the pool in a line. All were stark naked. Derek looked over and gave us a very dismayed look. I guessed that he was probably even more put out that a female classmate was now also going to see him naked. Derek was in my homeroom and my English II class.

Peter, on the other hand, seemed very glad to see everyone. Standing there nude, he did not even use the clipboard to try to cover his genitals. He informed us that they would be starting the class in a few minutes and he then said, "I hope you ladies will pay particular attention to my form when I do the dives. I really want to get it right." Bessie Grant, who was making no attempt to hide her fascination with the nude boy in front of her, responded with a chuckle, "No problem, Peter, even standing here in front of us your form is just fine." Peter uttered a suggestive snort, and shot back, "Glad you like it!"

The instructor blew his whistle and ordered the boys to line up while he took attendance and gave instructions for the diving sequences. The rest of sat down on the bleachers. The instructor had the boys lined up facing the bleachers, consequently we all got a full-frontal view of this group of adolescent guys stark naked. My eyes went to Derek. He looked red faced and visibly uncomfortable. I could tell he was mortified to be standing there naked in front of his Mom, his twin brother and sister, Mrs. Grant and Bessie. His penis was just barely visible to me, nestled into a small patch of dark brown pubic hair. Moreover, several other women who were mothers of some of the other boys had now joined us on the bleachers, accompanied by some of their children, both male and female.

After the attendance formalities, Peter led the group to the diving board. He seemed to have been appointed to more or less run the class, as the instructor appeared to be uninterested; he sat on the bleachers and began reading a magazine. Peter climbed the ladder to the high board while the rest of the class watched. When Peter got onto the diving board, he announced to the class that he needed to do some warmup exercises to 'perfect his form.' Those of us on the bleachers gazed raptly as Peter did several twirls. Amazingly, each time he did a twirl, he momentarily grabbed his penis, which was now slightly plumped up. Katherine Appleton asked her Mom, "Why is he up there touching his thing?" In an unconcerned voice, Mrs. Appleton replied, "Oh I guess he just needs to do that as part of the warmup to his dive,"

Twelve-year-old Kyle, Derek's younger brother, was getting restless. "I wish I could go swimming," he complained. The instructor happened to overhear this and stated to Mrs. Appleton, "If you watch him carefully, I don't care if he goes swimming in the shallow end of the pool, staying out of the way of the diving boys. He can strip off his clothes and just leave them on the bleacher railing." Kyle appeared to consider this for a few moments, then began stripping off his clothes. He pulled off his sweatshirt, dropped his jeans, and was soon standing there in just his underpants. This drew the attention of Mrs. Grant, daughter Bessie, and his twin sister Katherine. Kyle hesitated for a minute or so, probably considering whether he really wanted to be naked in front of these girls and women. "Ah heck," he stated, as he pulled down his briefs to reveal a fairly developed genital area for a boy his age. He definitely had some pubes, and his circumcised penis was at least as large as his older brother's, possibly more so as I looked him over. Kyle then ran over to the shallow end of the pool and jumped in. For the rest of the session, the naked Kyle frolicked in the 3-foot water, occasionally jumping up and giving everyone a clear view of his penis.

Katherine was the next to complain. She whined, "It's so unfair that Kyle gets to go swimming today, but I am not allowed to." Mrs. Appleton explained, "You don't have a bathing suit with you. It does not matter if the boys are naked in front of us, but it would be very improper for them to see you nude." She added rather reproachfully to her daughter, "Remember, missy, you are to be enjoying watching the boys swim. Even though you can obviously see all their penises, you are not to be concentrating on that aspect of it."

When the hour was up, the instructor dismissed the class except for Peter and Derek. We all remained on the bleachers as the two boys were told how they would be expected to run the class next week. Doing so would be good training for their future lifeguarding aspirations. Still standing there in front of us naked, Peter looked perfectly relaxed but Derek became very fidgety and obviously uncomfortable, knowing that along with Peter he was now the center of attention. To my surprise, Derek's diminutive penis began to pop out and expand. Yes, Derek was getting an erection as he stood there naked in front of the assembled female crowd. Even erect his penis was not very big compared to what I had seen on the two older Jackson boys. Suddenly Derek gasped, put his hands over his erect organ, and took off running towards the Boys Lockeroom. Peter just shrugged his shoulders and continued to listen to the instructor's comments.

Mrs. Appleton turned to the instructor and said, "Derek has trouble sometimes in controlling himself. Fully clothed even, he gets these erections at home and does the same thing, running upstairs to his bedroom. He thinks that I don't know what he's doing up there, but I know for sure that he is committing impure acts in his bedroom." The instructor replied, "That's normal for a boy his age." Mrs. Appleton answered, "Yes, I know, but I wish he would not spill into his underpants. I do the laundry and I'm tired of having to handle his crusty briefs."

I sat there amazed that Mrs. Appleton was discussing my classmate Derek's masturbatory habits in such a public setting. Bessie Grant stood there smiling and Katherine just looked dumbfounded at this conversation about her older brother. As if not wanting to be left out of the discussion, Peter chimed in, "Mrs. Appleton, there's a simple solution to the problem of Derek jacking off into his underpants. Just do what my Mom does, place a jumbo-sized box of Kleenex in his bedroom and tell him to take off his underpants before he does the deed." Mrs. Appleton replied, "That's an excellent suggestion. I realize you boys just can't help having these lewd urges." Peter replied, "Very true. I do it every day, sometimes twice, and so does my older brother Daniel."

After this rather erotic discussion, Peter left to get dressed and the rest of us adjourned to the lobby. But another surprise awaited us. Peter entered the lobby through the Boys Lockeroom door wearing only his school shirt, socks, but no pants. He was standing there in his white briefs. "Where are your pants, Peter," I asked. "Someone pulled a prank on me and took them, leaving just my wallet and the rest of my clothes." Mrs. Appleton immediately took charge. "Let's all go into the Lockeroom and look for your pants. They're probably hidden somewhere in there." "By the way, where's Derek," she added? "He's still in the Lockeroom. He had a male problem he took care of, so to speak," replied Peter. "Omigosh, did he commit an impure act right there by his locker," she asked with a note of disgust in her voice? Peter ignored the question as we went into the Lockeroom.

Derek was standing by his locker wearing just his underpants, as he dried his hair. Mrs. Appleton said to him, "Well don't just stand there in front of us in your underpants, help us find Peter's pants." Without getting dressed any further, Derek walked around the Lockeroom in his white briefs joining us in the hunt for the missing pants. The search was to no avail. Peter was now faced with the prospect of walking two blocks to our car while partially in his underpants at five-o- clock in the afternoon. And that was not going to be the only problem we faced on the way home. I remembered that the Chevrolet's gas gauge was reading 'Empty' on the way over. We would have to stop for gas on the way home. I had a 5-dollar-bill in my purse. I hoped that would be enough to fill the tank.