The Loincloth

Everyone in this story is 18 years old or older.

My stories tend to jump from reality to fantasy and back. If this isn't your cup of tea please move on to other stories more suited to your taste.

At the last meeting of the Cromwell Ladies Social Club,it was agreed that this year's dramatic production, a yearly doing, would be Tarzan, The Early Years.

The only question remaining now was who would they get to portray the young Tarzan?

Mrs. Blanche Smithers,the high school's drama/English teacher beamed up saying, "I think a student in my English class has the perfect body and is the right age to do it. He doesn't have any acting experience, that I'm aware of though. But that shouldn't be a big problem, I can coach him on that."

A member's voice sung out asking, "Who did you have in mine? Would any of us know this boy!"

"Yes, I know at least a couple of you know him, it's Ward Mathews. One of our own members' sons, Laurel Mathews. He's in my class at school and has a very athletic build for a nerdy shy 19 year old boy."

Laurel was shocked and amazed at Blanche's pick. Her son,Ward, was indeed a shy nerd. His shyness was nearly debilitating at times. He had begun to fill out physically in the past year but hid it well with his baggy and conservative clothes.

Ward would put you in the mindset of a Clark Kent type. When he took off his horn rimmed glasses and unflattering clothes he was quite the handsome young boy. With his Sandy blond hair and olive skin he looked as if he spent time outdoors in the sun.

Laurel was ecstatic to learn her son would be picked for the lead. She was such a social want-a-be, she'd do anything to climb that social ladder. If that meant sacrificing him to the women. That was okay with her.

After the meeting Laurel rushed home to announce the big exciting news. Ward was overwhelmed and terrified at the prospect of having to appear in public period, much less acting in a play. His crippling shyness was being put to the ultimate test.

His aunt Veronica, his moms sister, was the town's most well known seamstress and had been appointed to be in charge of the plays costumes. She agreed, wanting to help her sister climb up the town's social ladder.

The rehearsals were coming along fine, especially since the dialogue mostly consisted of grunts and facial expressions. This worked well for Ward. He just followed Mrs. Smithers direction.

It was finally time to begin working on the costumes. Ward's mom instructed him to be at his aunt Veronica's home after school on Wednesday afternoon.

When he walked into her home he was surprised to find not only his aunt but his mom, Mrs. Smithers, the plays director and Janie, Veronica's daughter and his cousin.

"Thanks for being prompt Ward," Mrs Smithers said.

"No problem," Ward redirected. "I'm...just a bit surprised at the 'crowd' for a meeting about costumes."

"We're accepting all ideas about costuming," Mrs. Smithers announced. "I have the basic design in mind but I'm open to all suggestions."

Ward shrugged his shoulders and started to sit down. His aunt Veronica spoke up saying, "Hold on Ward! There's no sitting for you right now. I've got to get your measurements first thing."

Ward stopped mid sit and stood back up causing the ladies in the room to chuckle at his awkward recovery. "Nice job cuz," his cousin Janie mumbled.

Ward flashed her a demeaning look, indicating his disapproval at her comment.

His aunt instructed him to stand in the middle of the room so she could take his measurements. She began with his neck and was interrupted by Mrs. Smithers. "What are you doing?" She asked the seamstress.

"I'm taking his measurements! Is there a problem?" Veronica asked.

"Not at all but I believe you're wasting your time. You're not going to need his neck measurements!" Mrs. Smithers laughed. "He's only going to be wearing some kind of loincloth for goodness sake."

While laughter filled the room, Wade's eyes enlarged nearly twice their normal size. This was the first he'd heard about what kind of costume he would be wearing. And it was a shock for him to learn that it would be some kind of loincloth only.

"I'm sorry...but what?" Ward blurted out. "I'll...be wearing what? I can't possibly wear anything like that!" He continued.

The room fell silent for a moment before Mrs. Smithers asked, "Just what did you think a person portraying aTarzan type role would wear?"

"I...I hadn't given it any thought," Ward answered. "It just never occurred to me that my costume would only be a loincloth. I'm afraid that's not going to work for me. I'm sorry but I'm withdrawing from the play."

Laurel could see her rising role in the Cromwell Ladies Social Club starting to crumble. She spoke up with authority saying, "Ladies, I can assure you that my son will most definitely be continuing his role as Tarzan in our production! He's just a bit confused at the moment. You'all are aware of his nearly chronic shyness but it will not affect his participation."

He looked at his mom with defeated eyes. He couldn't understand her announcement concerning his continuing part in the play. Surely if he didn't want to do the play now she would understand and allow him to withdraw.

Laurel said, "Please excuse us as we have a quick mom son chat." She grabbed Wade by his arm and escorted him into the nearby kitchen.

"Mom,I don't want to do this anymore," he pleaded. "I can't wear a loincloth peroid, much less in public!"

"You are not going to ruin my one and only chance to make inroads into this social club!" Laurel demanded. "You will do everything and anything these ladies ask of you! Do I make myself clear?"

Ward had bever seen this side of his mother. She was completely serious and even somewhat scary. "If you mess up this opportunity for me I will make your life at home unbearable!" His mother declared.

Ward, shocked and stunned at his momsresponse, let her drag him back out to the middle of the room where he had been.

"Is everything okay?" Mrs. Smithers asked.

"Yes indeed," answered Laurel, as the still bewildered Ward nodded his head in agreement.

"Let's get on with the measurements then," Mrs. Smithers suggested.

His aunt once again started with her measuring tape. "I guess I only need a couple of measurements then," she added. As she started to measure his waist, Mrs. Smithers again spoke up saying, "Now we will need précis numbers. I don't think you can get a perfect waist size over his belt and slacks."

Veronica said, "I was going to guess and make adjustments for that."

"I'm a perfectionist!" Mrs. Smithers announced. "There will be no guessing when an exact number can be achieved! Please remove your belt and pants Ward." Mrs. Smithers said very casually.

"What! What do you mean, remove my pants?" Ward snapped back at her in total amazement that she would even ask that of him.

"My production will be precise! Every detail will be perfect and I demand complete cooperation from everyone involved. So when I give an instruction I expect it to be followed," Mrs. Smithers demanded. "Now lose the belt and pants before I come over there and lose them for you!"

Ward looked to his mom for help and support but instead received a verbal response. "Do as you're told, son. It's her production and she's in charge"

He continued to stand there motionless looking around the room for any kind of support. With his head turned still searching, Mrs. Smithers swooped over and grabbed the waistband of his pants and with a huge jerk pulled them down his legs to around his ankles.

In doing this Wards jockey shorts were pulled down too, enough to revile a sliver of his blond curly pubic hair. He, especially, and the others in the room were caught off guard at the site.

Ward was quick to pull his jockey shorts back up around his waist in a matter of seconds. He blushed a deep red as he realized he was now standing in the middle of his aunt's living room in only his underwear.

Mrs. Smithers shouted out, "Now you can get a more precise measurement Veronica. I suggest you get to measuring."

Veronica did as she was told and began using her tape measure immediately.

Standing there in only his underwear it did not go unnoticed that the young handsome boy had a good size bulge in the pouch of his jockeys. As the group further examined the bulge it was even more prominent at the end of the obvious shaft. The boy had a massive mushroom head on his healthy boy member.

Janie, Veronica's daughter and his cousin had always wondered what her handsome shy cousin looked like under his clothes. She was getting a birds eye iew of him in just his underwear. She was using her imagination to try and manifest what lay beneath.

Even his aunt Veronica found herself stopping to gaze at what was only inches away from her face. She continued her measuring with his hips. To accomplish this she had to stretch her tape across the massive base of Ward's penis. When fumbling to get the correct number she accidentally dropped one end and in grabbing for it she touched the center of his penis.

"Oops...I'm so sorry Ward. Please excuse my clumsiness," she said as she recovered her tape. "Okay, I guess that's got it. There's not a lot to a loincloth, as I remember."

"Wait a moment," Mrs. Smithers said. "I'm sure you need to measure the length of the front and back flaps of the loincloth, right?"

Veronica responded surprised that she'd neglected to do that. "Oh, yes of course." She stretched the tape from his waist to below his crotch, this time avoiding any touching. Making a note of that she asked her nephew to turn so she could get the back measurement.

Too intimidated not to do anything wrong he slowly turned, being careful not to stumble with his pants around his ankles. He now stood in front of everyone with his butt facing them.

Veronica took a quick swipe with her tape and completed her job. "Now we're all done Ward," she said as she unconsciously patted him on his right butt cheek.

Ward jumped at her touch and bent down to retrieve his lowered pants. As he fastened his belt he asked to be excused.

Mrs. Smithers answered with, "Okay for now but be available anytime for further costume adjustments!"

Once home he ran to his room and tried to digest what had just happened. For such a shy boy standing in front of a group of women in only his jockey shorts was paralyzing. He finally drifted off to sleep and was out till he heard his mom calling him to come to breakfast.

While eating breakfast Ward asked, "Why didn't you support me yesterday when I looked to you for help?"

His mom quickly responded, "I've been trying to move up in this town's social standing for many years. This is my one and only opportunity to do just that! You will cooperate with Mrs. Smithers in any way she demands! If she says jump...you ask how high. Do you understand me?"

Looking at his mother as if he didn't recognize her, he had no response. Ward just continued to finish his breakfast in a stunned silence. All he could think about was how in the world did he get tangled up in all this mess and was there any escape from it?

His aunt informed his mom that she had put together the costume Mrs. Smithers had designed and it was time for Ward to try it on.

Ward and Laurel showed up at Veronica's home for the fitting. Ward was taken aback to discover not only was his aunt and her daughter, Janie and Mrs. Smithersin in attendance but two other members from the Cornwall Social Club were there.

He was introduced to the president and vice president of the social club. They were, respectively, Mrs. Samantha Gatliff and Miss. Joyce Sawyers. The six women were all there for this meeting.

"Okay, okay let's get this party started," Mrs. Smithers commanded. "Let's see what you've come up with Veronica. I know you're a fantastic seamstress and I'm anxious for the results."

"Thank you for your praise and confidence," Veronica replied. She handed her the rendition of her own design.

"Oh...umm...hmm," Mrs. Smithers responded as she examined the garment. "It's a great deal larger than I anticipated. There's just so much more to it. Is all this necessary?"

Veronica replied, "When you told me of your design I thought there would be some sort of undergarment attached. But when you insisted that the loincloth would be worn by itself, I assumed that you'd want the...coverage extended."

"One should never assume anything where I'm concerned," Mrs. Smithers suggested.

When it registered with Ward that there would be no undergarment he nearly passed out. She couldn't be serious. He couldn't be in a play wearing only a loincloth, that was ridiculous!

He flashed a look to his mom only to see no reaction on her face. He remembered, at the same time, her demand that he do anything and everything Mrs. Smithers said. But she couldn't possibly be okay with this development.

Mrs. Smithers said, "I guess we will never know until we see what it looks like on!

Veronica quickly agreed and instructed Ward to go put the garment on and ushered him into another room to change, "Hurry and put it on so she can see what a good job I did," his aunt whispered as she turned and retreated back to the group.

Ward just stood there doing nothing trying to figure out how to make all of this go away. Things seemed to just keep getting worse and worse. Suddenly his mom was standing at his side. "Why aren't you putting your costume on?"

"Mom...I'm not going out there in just this...this thing!" Ward exclaimed.

"You've got to do as Mrs. Smithers says, my membership depends on it," she answered.

"I can't do that!" Ward replied.

"Oh, you'll be the death of my social life!" Laurel shouted. "Wear your jockey shorts under it. Everyone's already seen you in them. It's no different than appearing a s swimsuit! Now get ready and get out there before she gets upset!"

As if in a trance Ward followed his mothers suggestion and stripped down to his jockey shorts. He then put the loincloth over them. He then returned to the center of the room.

After a few moments of the women seeing him standing there in the loincloth, Mrs. Smithers spoke up. "This is not exactly what I had seen in my vision for our Tarzan. I'm not sure what we need to do to achieve my goal but I'm determined to find that out."

Veronica said, "I followed your instruction to the T. Well except for allowing a bit more coverage, for privacy's sake, when you told me there would be no undergarment."

"Yes, yes, yes...I get it! But my vision must be realized. It's my production and my reputation that are on the line here. As you know I'm a perfectionist in life and about my work." Mrs. Smithers stated.

President Gatliff stood and said, "Here...here! I agree with Blanche! It's her play and it should be done as she sees fit."

Vice President Sawyers nodded her head in total agreement as she lead a round of active applause.

Mrs. Smithers said, "Now that that is settled, let's get back to our problems." She then stood and walked over to Ward. Walking in circles around him she stopped and commented, "It's just too much! A loincloth shouldn't be as bulky as this. It should be more open on the sides. After all the purpose of the extra fabric was for modesty only."

She then lifted the front flap completely up, exposing Ward's underwear-covered manhood to the group. She immediately dropped it and then repeated the process.

"See, there's way too much material here and on the back flap too." Mrs. Smithers complained. "My version of Tarzan could never appear in this...oversized garment! No disrespect intended, Veronica, it's just not what I want."

Veronica sheepishly replied, "None taken...I was just thinking of my nephew's modesty."

"Modesty? He's only going to perform for our club members and their guests," Mrs. Gatliff announced. "His 'modesty' shouldn't be a determining factor."

"I totally agree," Mrs. Smithers seconded her statement.

Mrs. Gatliff continued, "I too think the design or unnecessary material takes away from the aesthetic of the Tarzan character. I find it extremely

difficult to determine what the costume looks like with the unnecessary accoutrements."

Mrs. Smithers immediately jumped up and made a beeline for Ward. As she reached him she said, "I know precisely what you mean and I can fix that problem," with that said she grabbed both sides of his jockey shorts and yanked them all the way down his legs.

Unfortunately, for Ward, the string waistband of the loincloth was resting on the waistband of his underwear. When his underwear was being pulled down the loincloth slipped down too. Just like his jockey shorts had slipped down when his pants had been jerked down. But this time the loincloth slipped down far enough to reveal his entire pubic bush.

Startled and stunned, it took Ward a bit to react and pull the costume back up around his waist. There he stood, naked except for the loincloth costume his aunt had constructed. Thank goodness she had added extra modesty material. He at least felt as comfortably covered as possible. He was dumbfounded being such a shy and private boy.

He automatically reached down to pull his underwear back up but Mrs. Smithers placed her foot in between his legs standing on top of them. "Step out of these," she said. " You won't need them for a bit!"

Ward once again scanned his moms face for help but as usual there was none to be found. Her facial expression indicated he'd better cooperate.

Realizing he didn't have much of a choice he gingerly stepped out of his jockey shorts and Mrs. Smithers kicked them to the other side of the room. When everyone's attention returned to Ward, Janie reached down and nonchalantly picked up his worn underwear and put them in her purse.

Before he could gather his senses Mrs. Gatliff said, "Yes...that's much better. Now we can get a sense of what adjustments are needed."

"You are correct," Mrs. Smithers added. She then instructed Ward to turn around. "We can start with the back flap to see what adjustments need to happen."

Not knowing what to do Ward slowly turned so that his backside faced the group of women. He could feel Mrs. Smithers shuffling around and touched the flap covering his butt. He had no idea that she was lifting the flap up enough to expose more than half of his naked butt, including his somewhat hairy butt crack.

She held it at that position when she asked the group, "What do you think? Is this about where we want the flap to hang to? Or should it be here?" she asked as she hiked it up even higher revealing nearly all of the 19 year olds butt cheeks and crack.

Nobody responded as they were consumed by the beauty of his ivory butt cheeks. Finally Mrs. Gatliff remarked, "I, for one, think that's the perfect fit. What do you think, madam vice president Sawyers?"

Stuttering for the words to answer she said, "Oh yes...I agree with you Blanche, it's nearly perfect from my vantage point."

Janie jumped into the conversation uninvited with, "Oh my goodness yes. That's the most perfect bu...aah, fit we've tried."

"It's settled then." Mrs. Smithers said. "Veronica please make notes so you can adjust the fit of the costume." His aunt approached both of them and stood next to her nephews practically naked ass she asked, "Are we really sure this is the fit we want?"

A unanimous "yes" was heard from the group and Veronica wrote down the changes to be implemented, shaking her head in amazement at how naked her nephews butt was going to be.

Mrs. Smithers let go of the back flap and it fell back into its original position. As she did that she ordered Ward to turn back around and face the group again.

He did as he was told and again looked around the room for any sympathetic face that might give him some strength, but found none.