"Oh, there you are," said Cindy expressively to the girls on the couch before taking in the kneeling Richard and saying, "Wow, what are you up to in here?"
She was a large woman for 17 years, many pounds overweight, and wore a yellow and blue swirl-patterned robe over her bathing suit. She usually seemed to be smiling about something, full of a reserved but playful personality. Her pleasantly freckled round face was incapable of disguising the awkward amusement she felt taking in the sight of the boy kneeling with his rear end pointing up in the air at the couch. She looked with open amazement at Emily and Sarah and then back to Richard.
"We are actually having a judging ceremony right here in your house, " said Sarah sunnily. "I proposed and Richard accepted. He has been performing for us and, as tradition would have it, is just about to lose his swim trunks."
"Timing is everything," said Emily.
"Richard has been so willing to please," said Sarah. "He won't care if we invite you to join."
Richard stayed on all fours and swiveled his face against the floor toward the door to acknowledge Cindy. He said nothing, but sexual energy glimmered in his eyes, filled his face, seemed to the delighted Cindy to give Richard the sense that he had come from anther world just to appear in an aggravated sexual position on the floor in her house. She had the briefest notion that she would never look at this room the same way again.
It took no more urging to convince Cindy to join, and pink with unfeigned happiness she quickly went over to the couch beside Emily, straightening out her robe as she did and pulling it down her heavy legs as far as it would go.
"I'm in, I'll just watch," said Cindy hopefully. She bounded onto the couch with a sudden and untempered excitement, jabbing the footstool aside with one foot. Her face was nearly red with excitement.
"That's fine," said Sarah, who knew that Cindy had no experience with boys and had not been to a judging. "So far," she went on, "Richard has given his shirt and flip flops to Emily. He was just demonstrating how he could squeeze his penis through his bathing suit. He is really trying, based on what I can see."
Squeezing his penis, thought Cindy. Holy shit. Really?
Emily said, "Actually, the last thing Richard said was to complain about how tight his trunks are. You could tell his erection was really pushing the boundaries of those trunks."
Cindy looked at Richard's proffered backside where his trunks stretched taut around his bottom, and tried to imagine what the view of Richard squeezing from the front was like. She gave a sweet-voiced huff and an an incredulous look at Sarah, then said "Sorry to have missed that."
Sarah picked up her clue right away.
"Richard," said Sarah tellingly, "because Cindy missed out on how you males squeeze your penises, let's have you come stand in front of her and do just a little more squeezing. How's that sound, Cindy?"
"Wow, that's just great," said Cindy with unconcealed hope. She smoothed out her robe again and placed her hands on her hips, suddenly aglow with the self-conscious expectation that Richard was actually going to touch himself through his trunks for her.
Richard stood up to his full height, and when he turned to face the couch the state of his aroused penis was boldly evident in his trunks. It jutted into the fabric, stretching it as tight as it could go.
He suffered from a bout of humility that arose from how he was presented to Cindy wearing only his trunks, fully aware that his rigid penis was clearly constrained by them. This tradition and its required activity were far more deep than he imagined.
"Stand right in front of Cindy, why don't you" said Sarah.
Richard stepped closer. He managed a tiny whimper of anguish, and the three girls took it in, registering that this partially dressed male was revealing to them his feelings, almost as if he was giving each girl a secret to pleasure.
"Closer, Richard. Come on," urged Sarah.
Richard jutted out his jaw and moved until he was not more than two feet from the couch, arousal beaming off of him like sunlight, and everything about his arousal was glaringly evident even to the inexperienced Cindy, especially his penis under the fabric of his trunks running like a fat tube at least eight inches from his crotch to the very top of his trunks. She ran her eyes over his nearly naked body, and, because both Emily and Sarah made no pretense of averting their eyes, she confidently stared fixedly at all of it and carefully at the swip of hair that ran down the center front of his abdomen and into his trunks.
"Richard has really been trying to show how much he wants to please us," explained Sarah. She leaned over and took one of his hands in hers. She indicated Cindy with a nod and said, "Tell Cindy how badly you want to use this hand to squeeze your penis for her."
Richard's penis jerked once in his trunks. His hips flexed involuntarily. He looked longingly at Sarah and then unhappily at Cindy. His eyes fluttered and he tried to force his gaze up to the ceiling, but he was driven by internal impulse to look directly at Cindy. She took her eyes off of his crotch and smiled up at him.
"I want to squeeze myself for you," began Richard somewhat breathlessly, looking back down at her by now amazingly brazen smile. But Sarah simply cut him off by saying, "Do it, Richard. Squeeze and do not let go until I tell you stop." She dropped his hand. Cindy's gaze riveted on the penis in Richard's trunks.
Richard placed his hand on the vertical bulge in his trunks and used all four fingers and thumb to grip the shaft of his penis. He encircled it through the material of his suit and began squeezing and releasing. All three girls watched quietly and carefully as over the next 30 seconds Richard worked himself into deep arousal, the tip of his penis seeming to pop out with each squeeze. He uttered an occasional wordless cry of pleasure. His state of erection was now utterly complete, and his desire to comply with their wishes was evident in the puppetry of his movements.
