The French sea captain's tour groups were an instant success, once he and the headman had come to terms (which, of course, included substantial payments to the village for each group).
The groups were required, as per the arrangement the captain and the headman had worked out, to dress in native style. The headman wanted the tourists to be as inconspicuous as possible -- he did not want to see people in western clothing in his village. Whenever a tour group booked, the captain sent the composition of the group, including rough sizes (most native clothing was not terribly size-specific). When the group arrived, the first stop was at a way-station a short distance outside the village, where they were given their tour clothing to change into.
The fact of the groups was kept a secret from Jeremy -- the rest of the village was in on it, including Marianna. She had agreed to the headman's proposal, thinking that the less Jeremy knew about this, the better. She knew he'd freak if he was aware that some of the people he was exposing himself to were, in fact, from Europe and even the U.S. And, really, she was told that there wouldn't be all that many tour groups -- maybe once a week or so.
To keep the tourists out of sight, for the most part, the villagers built an add-on to the school hut, which Jeremy was informed was for meetings of the village council. The wall between the two was quite porous, and several peepholes had been installed, which looked innocuous from the schoolroom side, but on the darkened "council" side were provided with optical aids for close-ups and to accommodate photographers.
Jeremy was called upon to perform at the blackboard with great regularity, due to the clarity of his writing style. As time passed, the Speedo line faded as Jeremy's ass gradually caught up with the rest of his tan.
Well, for the most part things went just as the headman had hoped -- little intrusion into village life, but a hefty increase in village income. Only one little glitch had come up...
About the 4th or 5th tourist group had included a rather high-powered French couple, who had insisted that their 18-year-old son be allowed to accompany them. When the group arrived at the way-station, everyone found his or her costume very much to their liking (the village was now doing a side-business in selling these clothes to the tourists who had worn them). With one exception -- there was no costume for young Jean. The headman (who was present, knowing there might be a problem) explained that 18-year-olds in his village did not wear clothing. So, in fact, Jean's costume was already in his possession -- all he had to do was to remove his clothing and Voila! -- he was in full (and appropriate) village costume.
The French family kicked up a fuss and threatened to force the captain to abort the visit if he couldn't provide suitable clothing for Jean. The captain offered to put it up to a vote -- he'd go with the majority. They agreed. The vote -- surprisingly -- was very close. To the shock of young Jean, however, the vote ended at 4 to 3 -- with 4 in favor of going ahead with the visit (with Jean naked), and only the French family voting to abort.
It should be noted that the French family had not made friends among the others in the group -- a middle-aged American couple and two young Swedish guys who were traveling together. The Swedish guys, in particular, had been the victims of some fairly snide remarks by young Jean, who assumed (correctly as it happens) that they were gay. They were delighted when the Americans voted with them -- just to teach that little snob some humility, as they put it later when they recounted the story of that visit to their friends.
Truth be told, even the parents looked like they were not entirely unhappy with the outcome. Perhaps this would teach their son a lesson (he'd been getting somewhat out of their control on this trip), and when the vote was cast, they acquiesced with good grace.
Suddenly, Jean realized that they were all looking at him. Although he didn't realize it yet, nearly every other person on this excursion was more than a little interested in getting a look at the naked teenaged boys they'd heard about (as well as the rumored American celebrity). And they were beginning to realize that if they played their cards right, they were going to get quite a nice bonus on this trip -- Jean was a very sexy young guy and everyone on the tour had, by now, seen him in his swimsuit (which didn't leave much to the imagination). But no one had ever actually seen him naked -- not even his own parents -- at least, not since he was a very little boy.
"Well, what are you waiting for, Jean? Get your clothes off," his father ordered.
Jean refused -- adamantly.
After heated resistance, Jean finally agreed to strip down to his underpants "to show good faith." Then they would ask the headman once again to make an exception.
The group gathered around and watched with great interest as Jean slowly began to strip. He tried to remain haughty and aloof, but the intensity of the scrutiny was a little unnerving. Finally, he lowered his khaki trousers, leaving him in nothing but his underpants.
But even at that, he was a pretty stimulating sight. Jean had a nicely developed, rather voluptuous body, and he looked great in the tiny pair of briefs he had on. They were bikini style and the walk to the village had hiked them up into his crack in back, leaving his amazingly full, lush asscheeks almost completely exposed. The tour group was riveted to the gentle flexing of the perfectly formed twin melons as he carefully folded his trousers.
And when he turned around, the view from the front made it obvious to the kid's parents that their son had grown up -- his big cock and balls were plainly outlined in the thin briefs. It was immediately obvious to everyone that he was uncircumcised and that he was starting to get turned on. As he walked over to place his trousers with the rest of his family's western clothing, all eyes were on that big cock and balls of his, as they bounced and swayed in the overfilled pouch, while the perfect globes of his bare asscheeks jiggled in counterpoint.
"Well, heck," said the American husband. "If you're willing to strip down to that, there's no point in making an issue of it. You won't be showing us anything we haven't already seen, sonny."
"Yes, Jean," his mother's firm voice chimed in. "Just take them off and give them to me. We've had enough of this nonsense."
Jean resisted, but realized that, with everyone united against him, he was going to have to go along with this. Finally, he sullenly began peeling the flimsy briefs down. To his embarrassment, his cock plumped up even more substantially in the process. By the time he stepped out of them, one foot at a time, he was closely circled by the other members of the group, all of whom were taking an active interest in the full disclosure they were being offered by the bratty French boy.
His mother held out her hand and Jean, blushing fiercely, stepped toward her to hand her the tiny garment, still warm from its contact with his most intimate parts. His huge cock arched out, nearly hard, pointing directly at her. Like the rest of the group, her eyes remained glued to it as it slowly bounced and swayed with his awkward movements. She absently stuffed the briefs into her purse.
Taking advantage of the kid's capitulation, the headman quickly stepped up and suggested that they start out immediately before they lost any more time. As they stepped out onto the path, he added, "In this village, all 18-year-olds boys are always naked, but they never allow themselves to be seen when they are in this condition." He gestured to Jean's oversized erection as it bobbled helplessly in front of him. Jean gasped as the man's hand accidentally brushed lightly against his now-rigid cockhead. "I will take him to my hut until he is in a more suitable state. Captain, please take the others to the observation platform. We'll join you there as soon as we can."
The headman placed one hand on Jean's bare ass and guided him off the main path onto a smaller one that branched off to the left. Jean tried to wiggle away from the contact, but the headman's grip on his smooth round asscheek remained firm. Jean resisted until he realized that the more he wiggled, the deeper the headman's fingers probed between his plushy asscheeks. Already he could feel the headman's forefinger pressing firmly against his tiny pink hole. As the others in the group disappeared toward the village, the path Jean was following began to narrow. and the headman gently pushed Jean in front of him and released his buttock. "It's not far -- just follow the path." As Jean walked -- somewhat unsteadily on the rough ground -- the headman enjoyed the excellent view he was getting of the teenager's full, round buttocks as they bobbled and flexed, only a couple of feet in front of him.
As they neared the hut, the path widened and the headman stepped up beside Jean and again firmly grasped Jean's left cheek in his right hand, guiding him through the door.
