Naked In Town
by David Heulfryn

 

I sent Ross several messages during the week but never got a response. I called a few times and was immediately put through to voicemail; it didn’t even ring. I suspected that it was turned off. I gave up by the weekend and left a final message asking Ross to text me back and let me know if he was okay.

Billy kept rubbing cream into my arse every night before I went to bed. I didn’t need to ask. I gave up wearing pyjama trousers because they were up and down several times as Billy and Dad came and checked how I was healing. I was proud that no one at school thought anything was wrong with me, and Dad helped out by giving me a note to excuse me from PE; he blamed my guts again. I sat out the lesson and watched my classmates run around the gym playing basketball. The class was split into teams, shirts and skins, and I enjoyed watching the boys playing. I checked out the boys for body hair. I felt a tingle in my cock when I saw their hairy armpits as they jumped to shoot a basket. Some boys had more than others, and none of the skins team had any chest hair, but a few well-developed boys had a trail of hair from their belly button down to their shorts. It was those boys that had prominent bulges.

After class, I followed them into the locker room. We could have a shower, but I’d never known anyone to use them. The sweaty boys changed back into their uniforms for the remaining classes of the day. I sat in my usual place, next to my friend, Isaak, but he preferred to be called Zack.

Since going to the CYMA and learning to swim, I’ve become fascinated by boys and their cocks. I never saw any of my classmates naked, but I did manage to see some tantalising bulges in their underwear. I hope no one caught me looking.

I didn’t see much of Billy as he was eager to go out with his mates or, I suspect, chat with his new girlfriend, whom no one was supposed to know about. He would come home, rub some cream on my arse and then play on his tablet. I noticed he would giggle sometimes. I knew he was messaging Jenny.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” I asked Billy. “I thought we could do something together. My bottom feels much better now.”

“Sorry, Eric. I’m meeting Locky as usual.” Billy dismissed me.

“I can come too. Lochlan likes me.” I pressed, knowing full well that he had a date with Jenny. Billy had rubbed cream into my naked bottom for four nights, but it didn’t seem to bring us any closer. He still refused to tell me anything about what he did.

“Sorry, Eric. Not this time. We have the day all planned out. Perhaps another time.”

“Okay, Billy. What are your plans? Something good, I hope.”

“Yeah.” Billy was busy texting on his tablet and sounded dismissive.

I huffed so he could hear my annoyance.

“Look, Eric. Just because I rub cream on your arse doesn’t mean I need to tell you everything I’m doing. I don’t tell Mum and Dad anything. Why would I tell you?”

“I just thought… Well, we talk more now.”

“Yes, but it’s mainly about your naked games in Cockaigne and learning to swim.”

I turned over and faced away from him. He was frustrating and secretive. I wasn’t happy.

My mobile phone beeped on my bedside table. I had a message. I turned back and lay on my back, grabbing my phone and smiling when I saw the message from Ross. He’d had his phone confiscated until tonight as his brother gave him some extra punishment. I wondered why his brother would be punishing him and not his parents.

Ross wanted to meet but had to be in Cockaigne for some reason. Apart from going to the CYMA, I’d never been to Cockaigne. Now I’d been exposed to some of the strange rules and still felt the weight of my cock cage every time I stood up. I was curious about the town and who could show me better than a resident.

I agreed we were to meet at eleven o’clock in the town square. I looked over at Billy and grinned. We would both be Cockaigne tomorrow. I wondered if we might accidentally meet. It would be fun to watch Billy squirm as he had to admit he had lied to me.

“Billy?” He groaned at being disturbed again, “Would you mind putting a little extra cream on my bottom tonight? I want to get better as soon as I can. If I can’t come with you, I’ll meet with Zack and kick a ball around.”

“Sure, no problem.”

I pushed my duvet down so my arse was exposed. Billy came over and stroked my cheeks. He was gentle, and I liked it when he stroked me. Billy took the cream and squirted some onto his hand. He didn’t bother to warm it up anymore, and I felt the coolness against my skin.

“Thanks, Billy. I appreciate it. Not many brothers would be willing to touch the other’s arse. Just so you know, I would be willing to do it for you if you ever needed it.”

“I hope I never do. I’m not stupid enough to cum in the pool.”

“Don’t spoil it, Billy. You know I didn’t know the rules, and you can get caned for doing other things. It’s not just because for boys that ejaculate in the pool.”

Billy laughed, “Eric, you are fourteen now. You need to start talking like a teenager. Ejaculate is cum. You should say cumming. And call your bottom your arse. You sound like a small boy when you say bottom. Lickle Eric got smacked on the botty.” Billy chuckled. “And say wanking, not masturbating. Also, say cock or dick, balls or bollocks. Only small kids call their cock, willies.”

“What do you call your willy, Billy.” I laughed, “Willy, Billy.”

“I call it my cock, sometimes dick.”

“Not your willy, Billy.” I giggled.

“Just stop talking about my willy!” Billy sounded annoyed.

“You called it your willy, not your cock.” I teased him.

“I don’t want to talk about it at all, Eric. Just leave it.” Billy lightly slapped my arse and went back to his bed.

I pulled my duvet over my naked arse and lay on my side, looking at Billy.

“It’s getting late, Billy. I’m tired.”

Billy huffed, stuffed his tablet under his pillow and went to the bathroom. I noticed he took his pyjama trousers with him. He spent some time in the bathroom. I suspected he was masturbating, sorry I need to call it wanking, according to Billy.

My cock grew as I replayed the video in my mind of Billy wanking his cock and cumming. I felt the pain as the cage restrained my growing erection. I was looking forward to getting the cage removed so I could wank and imagine Billy coming at the same time as me.

When Billy came back, he was wearing his pyjama trousers, and I sensed his cock swinging as he walked. It hadn’t softened, so it was more pronounced than usual.

Billy threw his clothes on our desk and got into bed.

 

I had gotten used to sleeping on my front; last night was no different. I woke to the gentle caress of Billy rubbing cream on my arse. He was still wearing his pyjama trousers and had pulled the duvet off my body. I groaned as I woke, then felt the pain as my growing cock pressed against the metal cage.

“Sorry, Eric. Did I hurt you?”

“No, it’s not that. It’s the damn metal cage.” I admitted.

“Where you getting hard, Eric?” Billy laughed.

“I’ve not been hard for nearly a week, unlike you. You think I don’t know what you’re doing in the bathroom.” I lashed out at my brother for making fun of me. I regretted it as Billy went quiet and gently kneaded my buttocks.

“Why don’t we do something on Sunday?” Billy said softly, “We could go to the park and kick a ball around. Or go into town and stuff ourselves silly with junk food?”

“I don’t think junk food is a good idea, not with my sensitive guts.”

“Sorry, Eric. I didn’t think.”

“It’s fine. I also sometimes forget. Will you go swimming with me once I’ve learnt?”

Billy froze. “I don’t know, Eric. I don’t enjoy swimming naked, and I know you seem to enjoy it.”

“It doesn’t have to be at the CYMA. We could find a different pool where we have to wear swimming trunks.”

“I’ll think about it, Eric.”

“Thanks, Billy. I should get dressed now.” Billy rested on his haunches as I got off my bed. Except for the cock cage, I was completely naked. “You can’t see my cock with this thing on.”

Billy twisted to look at my crotch. “Can I feel the weight of it?”

I grinned, “Sure.”

Billy reached out and lifted the cock cage. He felt the weight in the palm of his hand. He looked closer. I suspect he was trying to see my cock through the metal bars. My cock enjoyed the attention, and soon it was pressing against the bars.

“Does that hurt? I can see your shaft pushing against the bars.” Billy asked.

“It’s not exactly pain, but the pressure stops me getting properly hard.”

“So you can’t cum?” Billy kept looking at my caged cock.

“Not really. I’ve only cum once with this thing on.” I admitted.

“Really!” Billy was surprised. “How did that happen?”

Shit! What could I say? I couldn’t tell him watching him wanking, and cumming had the same effect on me. “Urm, it’s kind of embarrassing.” I had to think on my feet, “I was watching some porn. Please don’t tell Mum and Dad.” I begged.

“I won’t. I’d be worried if you weren’t watching porn at your age.”

“So, what do you think of my cage? Do you want one?” I teased,

“No fucking way. I’m going in the shower.” Billy got up, and I noticed his pyjama trousers were tented. He did his best to hide it.

I got dressed in my usual grey sweatpants and tee shirt. I wore Billy’s old jockstrap but thought it fun not to wear any briefs over them. When dressed, I sat on my bed and waited for Billy to return. He was surprisingly quick, so I guessed he didn’t have a wank. He came back with a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was still damp; he brushed it off his forehead, and I caught a glimpse of the hair in his armpits.

Billy looked at me, wanting me to leave. “Do you mind if I get dressed?”

“Not at all. Go ahead.” I grinned at him.

“Fuck off, Eric.” Billy smiled, and I went downstairs, laughing.

I grabbed some toast, drank a glass of orange juice, and told Mum I was going to see Zack. I put on my coat and got my bike from the shed so I could ride to Cockaigne.

I was on my best behaviour as I rode to Cockaigne. I didn’t ride on the pavement, used hand signals, and stopped at red lights. I didn’t want to be caught by the police and punished again. I was the perfect cyclist. I wasn’t familiar with the town, so I made my way to the centre. I found a cycle rack and locked my bike but noticed none of the other bikes were locked. I was surprised.

I started to walk around the town. I saw a small sign pointing the way to the town square. As I walked, I looked around. The people I saw looked normal, and no one was naked. It wasn’t cold, and Dad told me that you could be naked anytime and anywhere in the town.

As I reached the town square, I looked around for Ross. I didn’t see him, but I was early. I sat on a bench and kept looking.

Then I saw a naked figure walking towards me. It was Ross. His metal cock cage swayed as he walked and hung low. It must have been stretching his cock and balls.

Ross smiled and sat next to me. I was speechless.

“Hi, Eric. It’s great to see you.” Ross said.

“Why are you naked? I know you can be here, but why are you?” I asked.

Ross explained that he was punished further once he’d told his brother about his punishment at the pool. His mobile phone was confiscated, and he enforced his nudity until the cock cage was removed.

“You have to go to school like that?” I was shocked.

“Yes. It shows the others that I’m being punished and warns them to behave.”

“I couldn’t go to school naked. I would be so embarrassed.” I shuddered, “Girls would be looking at me and staring at my cock.”

Ross chuckled, “Girls here are used to seeing naked boys. And we’re used to seeing naked girls.”

“No way! You’ve seen naked girls in real life?”

“Of course.”

“Did you get hard?” I asked.

“I did at first, but not anymore. We don’t look at the naked body as something sexual, not always, at least. And teenage boys get hard all the time, so no one bothers about when they see your hard-on.”

“I don’t think I could do that. I don’t think I would want people to see me with an erection.”

Ross laughed, “You quickly get used to it.”

“Why is your brother punishing you? Where’s your Mum and Dad?”

Ross was quiet. I regretted asking him and turning the atmosphere. Today was supposed to be about having fun. But I’d made Ross sad.

“I moved here with my brother. Mum died, Dad… Well, Dad was useless, so I moved here with Kerr. He’s been looking after me for the past year. He went from being a brother to a parent. I love him, but he can be strict. I mean, I’d been caned and forced to wear the cock cage, shouldn’t that be enough? But he wanted to make sure I learnt my lesson and serve as a warning to others to behave.”

“He sounds harsh.”

“He’s alright. He only wants the best for me. I’ve told him about you, and he wants to meet you.”

“No!” I was scared he wanted to punish me like he punished his brother.

“It’s alright, Eric. He only wants to meet my new friend. I told him that none of what happened was your fault. He doesn’t blame you for me getting into trouble.”

“Good.” I sighed.

“He knows it was all my fault, and you only got punished because of me. I am sorry, by the way. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I just got carried away.”

“We will be more careful next time,” I said with a smile.

“How’s your bottom? You got five more than me.” I asked.

Ross stood up and showed me his arse. It still looked red. I reached over and stroked it. “Does it still hurt?”

“Not much. I’m sitting fine now.” He sat back on the bench. “How’s yours?”

“Better, thanks. Dad had some cream that my brother rubbed into the bruises. It helped.”

“Let me see?” Ross grinned.

“Now way!” I blushed.

“Just give me a flash. It’s okay to do it here. Look, I’m naked. Surely you can show me your arse for a second?”

I felt naughty, but I stood up and pulled the back of my sweatpants down to expose my buttocks.

“The jockstrap is a nice touch.” Ross stroked my cheeks. It made my cock swell. I swiftly covered myself up and sat back on the bench. “How did it feel to expose your arse in the street.”

I giggled.

“Next time, I want to get you naked.” Ross smiled at me. I wasn’t sure I was ready for that yet.

Ross took me around the town, and we looked in a few shops. He walked around naked like it was normal, and no one looked at him. Some young children did and knew it was a punishment. I suppose the deterrent was working. Instead of lunch, Ross took us to the Cockaigne Desert Bar. He ordered a luxurious ice cream and cookies. I ordered a sorbet and asked for plenty of wafers. We sat at the bar at the window to look at the people walking by.

Ross asked if I didn’t like ice cream. I said I loved it but explained about my fat intolerance.

“That sucks.” Ross sighed once I’d explained.

“But I would like a small taste of yours if you don’t mind?”

Ross scooped up some ice cream on his spoon. It was the size of a pea, “Is that too much?”

“Just right.” I smiled, and Ross put the spoon to my lips.

I felt something as he fed me that little morsel of his desert. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had fed me. I thought I’d feel like a baby, but I didn’t. It felt intimate, and my cock responded. I scooped up some of my sorbet and gave Ross a taste.

We ate in silence and looked out of the shop window for a few minutes. My cheeks were flushed, and I could sense that Ross was thinking. I liked Ross. I’d only known him for a few weeks and a couple of hours each week. I realised that we’d only known each other for about six hours. But what an intense six hours. Ross had wanked me and sucked me off. He showed me the pleasure of the cock. I already liked Ross more than my best friend, Zack. No, that’s not quite true. I liked Ross differently from Zack.

Ross finished his desert and looked over at me. “Do you want to go to the park? There’s a place where young couples sometimes go to fuck. They don’t mind if you watch. Some of them prefer it. Young kids sometimes go there to see sex for the first time. It’s better to see it done properly than watching it in a porn film. Kerr took me there six months ago when he noticed I had started wanking.”

“I’m not sure I want to see people have sex. It would feel wrong.” I blushed again.

“Things are different here, Eric. I want you to see what the town is about. It’s about body freedom and sexual freedom.”

“Well, I don’t come from here, and it seems weird. Give me time, and I may get used to it.”

“Good for you, Eric. At least you’re open-minded. We’ll have you naked in Cockaigne in no time.” Ross laughed.

“Do you think they’ll take off our cages on Monday?” I asked.

“Most probably. A week is usually long enough, but being caned as well was very severe. I was surprised they went that far.”

“It was the gorilla’s fault,” I said.

“The gorilla!” Ross laughed. “I suppose he does look like a gorilla. He’s called Mr Straub. I think his name is Hermann.”

“You can hardly see his cock, he is that hairy,” I said.

“You should see him in the shower. That fur was wet, and his cock appeared. I think he was also getting hard, and it was fucking thick, Eric. If he fucked you with that, he would certainly make your eyes water.” Ross chuckled.

I blushed and imagined Mt Straub fucking a woman. “Is Mr Andersson married?” I wondered.

“I don’t think so. I’m not even sure if he has a girlfriend or boyfriend. He’s very protective of his brother, Hans.” Ross nudged me in the ribs and lowered his voice. “You know that area in the park I told you about? I saw Mr Andersson there once. He was with a young woman, and she was sucking him off. If you think his cock is big when soft, it was much longer when I saw him hard. I don’t mind telling you that I came in my pants that day. All it took was a touch, and my cock blew. Imagine seeing your teacher having sex.”

“No thanks. All my teachers are old. I wouldn’t want to see any naked, never mind having sex.”

“Come on, Eric. Let’s get out of here. I want to ask you something.”

“What?” I asked.

“Not here.” Ross stood and waited for me to get off my stool, “Follow me.”

We left the desert bar and walked through the town. “What is it?”

“Be patient, Eric.”

He took me from the shopping area, and I noticed we walked towards the park.

“You’re not taking me to that place in the park, are you? I told you I didn’t want to go there.” I was concerned that Eric ignored my decision.

“No. But we are going to the park. I want to talk to you.”

“But we’ve been talking all day.” I was bewildered.

“I want us to be alone. Before I ask you something.” Ross seemed nervous. I didn’t ask him any more questions. I wondered what was on his mind. I hoped he wouldn’t tell me he was giving up learning to swim.

When we reached the park, he found an empty bench, and we sat down. Some boys were playing football on the grass. I watched them run around.

“Eric.” Ross took a deep breath. “I’ve never done this before, and I’m just going to blurt this out before I lose my nerve. I don’t want to pressure you, and you can say no if you want. I don’t want to push you into something you aren’t ready for.”

Ross was rambling, and I’d never seen him look so nervous. I didn’t interrupt him. I let him get out whatever he wanted to say.

“So no pressure, Eric, and you don’t have to give me your answer now, but will you be my boyfriend.”

Ross stopped talking and looked at me expectantly. My brain was still trying to keep up with what he said. He looked embarrassed when I didn’t say anything straight away.

“Sorry, Eric. Forget I said anything. Let’s ignore what I just said. I knew I shouldn’t have asked. We should get to know each other better first. You may not even be interested in me that way. Just pretend I didn’t ask.”

“Shut up, Ross.” I must have sounded angry as he looked worried. “You haven’t given me a chance to take it in. I’m not going to forget you asked. I can’t forget, and it will change our friendship.

Ross looked like he might cry, afraid he’d lost a friend.

“Yes,” I whispered to him. “I would like to be your boyfriend.”

I smiled when I saw Ross’s sheer look of joy. He lunged forward and hugged me.

“Thank you. I’ll be the best boyfriend you’ve ever had.” He was delighted.

I chuckled, “You’d be my first boyfriend.”

“Can I kiss you?” Ross asked for permission.

I leaned in and placed my lips on his. It was a tender and chaste kiss that made me feel strange. My entire body seemed to become hypersensitive.

“Does your brother know you’re gay?” I asked.

“I’ve never said anything, but he knows I like boys. What about you?”

“I hadn’t even thought about it until I met you. I hadn’t even ejaculated before.”

 

When I got home, I found Mum and Dad in the living room watching television. I sat down with them and waited for the usual questions about what I did and if I had fun. I told them I was going to my room and caught my Dad’s eye to indicate I wanted to talk to him. I didn’t want Mum to know anything until I told Dad.

I sat on my bed and waited for Dad to see me. Billy wasn’t home yet, so we would have some privacy.

Dad came in and sat on Billy’s bed.

“Is everything alright, Eric?” He asked.

“I wasn’t with Zack today. I went to Cockaigne and spent the day with Ross.” I waited to see Dad’s reaction.

“There was no reason to lie. I would have let you go. Your mother might have been worried, but I’d reassure her. You are growing up, and I know you like Ross.”

“Well, that’s the thing, Dad.” I took a deep breath before I told him, “Ross asked me to be his boyfriend.”

“And?” Dad waited for me to say what happened next.

“I said that I would. And we kissed.” I blushed.

Dad came over and sat next to me. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and hugged me.

“You’re not upset?” I asked.

“Never, Eric. I knew there was something between you. You need time to explore how you feel. You may like boys now, or it may just be Ross, but you may also discover you like girls. It’s up to you to decide, and don’t feel like you will always have boyfriends because you have a boyfriend now. You might have the occasional girlfriend. But if you do only have boyfriends, we will still love you, and they will never be good enough for my baby boy.” Dad smiled at me.

“Thanks, Dad. I hope to see him more often, not only at the pool.”

“Well, if you intend to spend more time in Cockaigne, we need to make sure you know the rules so you don’t fall foul of them and get punished. I’d hate to see you punished again.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

“Do you want to tell Mum, or do you want me to let her know? And what about Billy? I would understand if you don’t want them to know yet.”

“I’ll tell Billy when he gets back from his date.” Shit! What had I just said?

“It seems you both lied about what you were up to today. Don’t worry, I won’t let on that I know. Do you know who he’s going out with?”

“A girl called Jenny. But he doesn’t know I know. So please don’t say anything, not even to Mum. You know she’ll ask loads of questions, and then he’ll find out I know and told you, and he would hate me.”

“Billy won’t hate you, Eric. But I promise it will be our secret. At least until Billy feels he can open up to us.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

“Eric. I just want to say that you can always talk to me. I’m proud that you felt you could tell me about Ross. So, if anything bothers you or you have questions about having dates with Ross, please ask. I am also well aware of what two boys who love each other get up to, so don’t feel embarrassed if you need to talk to me about sex. I’ve already seen Ross give you a blowjob.”

“Dad!” I whined and went bright red.

“It’s okay, Eric. But don’t be pressured into doing something you aren’t ready for.”

“I won’t. And thanks, Dad. I can’t wait for Monday when this cage finally comes off.”

“I bet you can’t wait to have a wank.” Dad laughed, and I blushed.

 

Billy came home late. He’d rang to ask Mum if he could stay out late and have dinner with Locky. Mum liked Locky and knew he was a sensible boy, and agreed. But he had to be home by nine o’clock.

Dad and I shared a look because we knew he was on a date, it must have been going well. I went to my bedroom and lay on my bed. I started to message Ross, and we chatted for an hour over messenger.

I laughed, and the realisation suddenly hit me that I had turned into Billy, lying on my bed and messaging my boyfriend.

Ross and I chatted for hours. I was in a world of my own and lost track of time. I was jolted away from my phone when the bedroom door opened, and Billy came. I grunted a greeting and kept messaging Ross. I told Ross that Billy was home and I’d have to say goodbye.

“I’m glad you’re home. I was hoping to get another dose of that cream.”

“Sure.” Billy seemed uninterested.

I turned over and pulled down my sweatpants. “Did you have a good day with Lochlan?” I asked.

“Yeah. It was good.” Billy got the cream from the drawer and knelt on the floor beside me.

“What did you get up to? It must have been good because you were out so long. You couldn’t have been playing football all this time.”

“Just the usual. What did you do?” Billy asked, deflecting the questions away from him.

I was excited and blurted out that Ross asked me to be his boyfriend.

“What did you say?” I suspected Billy knew I’d said yes from how happy I was.

“I said yes, and we kissed. And we kissed a lot this afternoon. Have you ever kissed anyone?” I asked.

Billy ignored my question and kept rubbing the cream into my arse. It felt good.

“Have you ever had a girlfriend or boyfriend, Billy?” I tried to get him to open up.

“I had a girlfriend for about a week when I was your age,” Billy admitted.

“I never knew!” I lifted my head to look at him. “Did Mum and Dad know?”

“It didn’t last long, so I never said anything. We’re still friends, but nothing more.”

“What about now? Do you have a girlfriend?”

Billy slapped my arse. “All done.” He got up and lay down on his bed.

I knew he wouldn’t tell me anything, and I didn’t want to drag it out of him.

 

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