Andrew's Story

Right after I started high school my dad's company "downsized" him and he lost his job. He had worked there for 15 years, and didn't know what else to do. He decided that he could get work in California, so one day he sold the house and packed us all into a used trailer he had bought for the trip.

It was going to take us a month to make the drive across the country, and dad had mapped out the various parks we would stay at over that time. What a nightmare! Being the oldest of three and the only boy I had had my own room my entire life. Now I had to share a small trailer with my mom and dad, and my two sisters (aged 11 and 14).

It was just big enough for bunks and a small trailer "kitchen" and we never spent any time in there, except to sleep or change clothes. I was very modest, and I HATED having to change in front of everyone. Our first day in the trailer I grabbed for my pants and started to put them under the covers of my bed, but my mom made me get up and put my pants on in front of everyone.

"I'm sorry, Andrew" she said, "but we really don't have any room for modesty these days." I looked at her miserably and she said, "It's not forever, son. Things will get better soon."

I certainly hoped that was true. I had been used to jacking off at least once (and often twice) a day since I was about 13. There was no where to do it in the trailer, and I finally had to give in and, as quietly as possible, jerked off under the covers of my bed. I'd hold the blankets up with my left hand while wanking with my right so that no one could hear my hand rustling the sheets. It was gross to lie there in my own cum afterward, but I didn't have any choice. I tried -- I really tried -- to just give up masturbating, but at that age it was impossible.

There were several days when I had to pull my pants on with my back to the rest of the trailer because I had a morning boner, even though I had wacked off the night before. My worst day during this time -- scratch that -- the worst day of my life up to that point -- was when we pulled into a KOA Campground in Colorado.

I got into a huge argument with my mom because the women's shower was broken and that meant that everyone had to use the men's. The campground set up a shower schedule for women, men, and then "families." That last category, "families," was supposed to be for parents with little kids who could then be bathed by an opposite-_s_e_x_ parent if necessary.

Anyway, we had pulled in late and were within the "family" shower time zone. Both my parents' patience was pretty thin at this point -- we had been on the road for two weeks -- and money was very tight. My mom wanted me to come with her and my younger sisters, but I refused. We yelled at each other, and then she tried to calm down but I still felt like arguing. As I stormed out of the trailer she said something about meeting us at the shower, and I ignored her and walked smack into my dad, almost knocking him over.

He had heard us yelling at each other, and he was MAD. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked me.

"Nothing" I said.

He grabbed the front of my shirt and said, "I don't ever want to hear you talking to your mother like that again. Do you understand me?"

I totally lost it and yelled at him, "Well, what about the way she was talking to me?!? Huh?!? Does anybody give a _s_h_i_t_ about how I'M being treated? No! I don't think so -- " I suddenly felt his hand crack across my cheek, and I stumbled backward holding my hand up to my face. I forced my tears down -- I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry -- but as I turned to walk away from him he said, "Freeze."

Uh, oh, I thought. I slowly turned around and looked at him. Could I take him? I wondered. I was pretty strong. I discarded that idea almost as fast as it occurred to me. Even if he and I were the same size -- and we weren't even close -- I couldn't have fought with my dad. Pointing to the trailer he said, "Bring me the paddle, Andrew."

"Dad" I started to sputter. "I'm sorry, okay? You guys just don't -- "

"Now!" he shouted, and I jumped to obey. As I opened the door to the trailer my sisters stepped out. I found the paddle, and waited a few seconds for my mom to leave, but she was taking forever to get her things.

"Uh, oh" she said, eyeing the paddle. "Oh, Andrew. Don't give your father anymore grief. Please." I started to say something, but she put her hand up to my face and stroked my hair and said, "Please."

I leaned back against the small closet door and crossed my arms, struggling not to cry. It was so unfair! I hated living in this _d_a_m_n_ trailer. I hated having no privacy. I hated the way my sisters and I had all seemed to take a step backward in the way our parents treated us.

I followed my mom out of the trailer and walked up to my dad and silently handed him the paddle. My mom had started to walk off toward the showers, but my littlest sister giggled and grabbed my other sister's hand when she saw what was about to happen.

My dad glared at them and said, "You looking for some of this?" and waived the paddle at them. That wiped the smirks off their faces, and they quickly turned and hurried out of our little campsite.

"Get over here, Drew" said my dad, pointing to the picnic table that sat out in the middle of our little area. Without saying anything I walked up to the table and put my hands on top of it, bending slightly at the waist. I looked nervously around. What if someone walked by? What if they were other kids?

My whole body tensed as my dad grabbed the back of my jeans and pulled them upward, making them stretch tight across my butt. I squinted my eyes shut and braced myself for the first smack when I felt the paddle rest on butt cheeks. I silently resolved not to make any noise -- or as little noise as possible -- because I was afraid that if other kids heard us they'd come to watch.

"Do I need to use this" said my dad, tapping my butt with the paddle, "or am I going to see an immediate change in your attitude, son?" I stared straight forward, uncomprehending. Did this mean I wasn't going to get it after all?

"Hey" he said, smacking me lightly twice with the paddle.

"No, sir?" I asked, unsure what was happening.

"You're going to do everything your mother says with no back talk, is that right?"

"Yes, sir!" I said, as hope leaped into my heart.

"I'm giving you a chance here, son. You realize that?"

"Yes, sir!" I said. I remembered when my older brother (now 19 and in the Air Force) was 18 and dad had paddled him for smoking pot. I couldn't believe I was getting off!

"Stand up, son" my dad said, and I obeyed. "I'll make you a deal" he said. "You don't give your mother or me ANY trouble between now and when we get to California and I won't paddle you today. BUT, if you step out of line you're getting paddled -- on the bare -- no matter where we are or who happens to be there."

"Dad!" I said, shuddering at the thought of being paddled bare assed in front of the rest of the family or maybe even total strangers.

"It's up to you, son. You behave and you won't have to worry about it. Or you can bend over and take what you've got coming now."

"I'll behave" I said.

Then he surprised me again by reaching out, shaking my hand, and saying, "Thank you, son. Does that mean we have a deal?"

"Yes, sir" I said quietly.

I wanted to tell him how much I hated living like this. I wanted to tell him that I knew how hard things were for him right now, and that I wasn't trying to piss him off. I was afraid that if I tried to say anything like that to him right now that I wouldn't be able to hold back my tears. So instead I just walked up to him and gave him a quick hug. Instead of patting my back like he usually did he pulled me to him and hugged me tightly.

"I know it's hard right now, son" he whispered in my ear. "Just hang in there a little longer, okay?"

I had to shake my head "yes" because I definitely wouldn't have been able to hold back if I had spoken just then.

"Is your mom waiting for you?" he asked.

"Yes, sir" I said, resigned to having to shower in the same room with my mom and sisters. In these trailer park showers there were usually four or five stalls, and sometimes they had doors, sometimes only shower curtains, and sometimes nothing at all. What if there was no cover on the door on these showers? What if my sisters wanted to peek at me? All kinds of emotions warred within me. What if I got a hardon? Would they think I was a perv that was attracted to my own sisters? Or my mom?!?

I grabbed a towel and headed for the showers. I resolved to take the shower at the very end of the room, and I'd order everyone not to come down to that end. When I walked into the men's shower room the first thing I saw was a young woman toweling off a four or five year old boy (presumably her son or little brother). The next thing I saw were my sisters under showerheads wearing bikinis. They were washing their hair.

It was one big room! There were no stalls at all. Rather, there were about a dozen showerheads every so many feet around three sides of the square room. My mother was sitting on a bench in a one piece bathing suit, toweling her hair.

"I take it your father talked some sense into you?" she said. I was speechless. There was no way I was going to shower in here. Very irritated my mother waived hastily at the shower area and said, "Come on, come on, come on! Hurry up and get in there, Andrew. Your father's taking us into town tonight to meet an old friend of his from college. He thinks he may have some work for him and we all have to look nice."

When I just kept standing there she said, "What's the problem?"

"I don't have a swim suit" I said.

She rolled her eyes and said, "I told you to bring your swim trunks, Drew."

"I didn't hear you" I said. "They were stolen at the last camp anyway, remember?"

"Oh, for heaven's sake!" said my mother. "Just get in there. They're your sisters!"

My throat was so tight I could barely speak. "No" I said, looking at the woman who was now drying her little boy's hair.

She saw me look at her and said, "It's okay. We'll stand over here and I'll keep my back to all of you."

"Andrew" said my mom, "you get in that shower this instant or you're going to get it from me right now and from your father after we get home tonight. I'm sick and tired of your attitude lately." A lump rose in my throat as I thought of the deal I had just made with my dad. "It's hard for all of us right now, son. Stop making it harder for us."

I felt so bad when she said that. I didn't want to take my clothes off in front of all these women. My mom hadn't seen me naked since I was a little boy, and my sisters had never even seen me in my underwear. Oh, God, I thought. I didn't even have underwear on. I had cum in them the night before, and I had taken them off and, for once, was able to slip my jeans on under the covers.

The woman with the little boy was looking at me with renewed interest. My mother didn't seem to notice the way she kept glancing at me. There was one showerhead in the corner of the room, and it was farthest from my sisters. There were no showerheads that were hidden from view, and I gave in and turned by back to them and kicked off my shoes and socks.

I was struggling to keep my breathing even, and I was determined to just walk over to the shower with my head high even if I did have to do it buck naked. My mom and the other lady were talking to each other and my sisters both had their eyes closed as they rinsed their hair. Now was my chance -- pathetic as it was -- to at least get across the room with a towel around my waist. I'd just keep my back to everyone the whole time. I pulled off my shirt, and as I slid my jeans down and off I heard my 11-year-old sister say, "Oh, gross! Don't you wear underwear?"

I blushed all over as I knew all eyes in the room turned to me. I quickly pulled a towel around my self, and I felt my dick get half hard. I ignored my sister and walked over to the showerhead. There was no place to hang my towel, and when my mother saw me looking around she said, "Give it to me" and held her hand out expectantly. She had that fed-up look on her face, and I knew I'd be in for it if I gave her any gruff.

I thought I could whip it off and throw it to her, and quickly turn my back to them all, but it was like my mom was reading my mind and she said, "Don't you dare throw that! It'll land on the floor and get all wet." She made me walk over to her, hand her my towel and, buck naked, I walked stiffly back across the room as I forced my arms and legs to move in almost jerky movements. It was only a few feet but it felt like miles, and I know that other mom was watching me. So were my sisters.

I turned on the shower and started to bathe as I heard my sisters giggle. "All right, girls" said my mom. Was everyone watching me? It felt like it. I carefully kept my back to them all and washed my hair and my front. My dick stayed half hard, and I lowered the water temperature to as cold as I could stand it. When it went back to normal I made the water hot again so that I could warm up.

"Mom?" I said when I was done.

"You want your towel, son?" she said.

"Yeah" I said, hoping she wouldn't make me come get it.

"Give that to your brother" I heard her say, and a moment later my sister was right next to me holding out my towel. I snatched it out of her hand and wrapped it around myself.

"Turn around" I said to all of them, and my mother rolled her eyes and turned around, making my sisters do the same. The other mom (or was it the little boy's older sister?) kept glancing up at me as I dried off. I sneezed loudly, then again, then one more time as I walked over to get my clothes.

My mom reached up and put the back of her hand on my forehead and said, "You're hot, son."

"I'm fine" I said. I just wanted to get dressed and get out of there.

"I don't think so" she said.

"I think I have a thermometer" said the other mom, reaching into a bath bag. She pulled it out and said to my mom, "It's clean." The silver part of it at the end was a lot longer than the thermometer we had at home.

I said, "Oh, jeez! I'm fine. Really." But, in fact, I had been feeling a little off that day. Maybe that's why my temper was so thin.

My 14 year old sister clapped her hand over her mouth and giggled. "That's a rectal thermometer, isn't it?" she asked.

"Yes" said my mother, giving her a reproachful look.

"What?!?" I said, starting to feel panicky.

"Come over here, Andrew" said my mom.

"Oh, no way!" I said, backing away from her and my sisters. She pursed her lips tightly, and then her face softened and she turned to my sisters.

"You girls finish up outside" she said, and pointed to the door.

"We're not done yet" they whined together.

"Your brother's embarrassed because of how I have to take his temperature" said my mom. "This is a time for mommies right now, not sisters, so scoot!" she said, and pushed them gently out the door.

She turned back to me, and I glared at her and the other woman who was now pulling a shirt over her little boy's head and said "No."

My mother has a look -- a very specific look -- that can melt steel. I was getting that look now and my guts turned over inside me.

"No" I said again, and I couldn't keep a whine out of my voice. I couldn't believe she was going to make me do this, and in front of someone else!

"Come here, Andrew" she ordered, and I took a few steps closer to her but stopped still out of arm's reach.

The other woman smiled at me and said, "We're both moms, you know. I'll be done in just a minute and then Timmy and I will leave."

My mother pointed angrily down at her feet, and I walked over to her fearing what would happen if I disobeyed. Would my dad paddle me here in the shower room, or at our campsite in front of everyone? Was my mom going to give it to me anyway?

I worked hard to keep my tears down as I turned my back to her and slowly pulled my towel off and set it on the bench. I bent over and put my hands on my knees and as I squinted my eyes shut I couldn't stop a tear from rolling down one cheek. I had never been so humiliated in my whole life.

My mom and the other woman chuckled, and my face flushed with anger and embarrassment. I was complying, _d_a_m_n_ it! They didn't have to humiliate me more by laughing at me.

"Not like that, Drew" my mom said, and I stood up and looked at her over my shoulder. I didn't wipe the tear out of my eye because I wanted her to see what she was doing to me. I wanted her to know how mad I was and how she was humiliating me.

It didn't help. She picked up my towel, folded it in half length wise, and laid it on the bench. "Over here" she said, patting the bench.

I put my hands down in front of myself and turned toward her and stepped over next to her.

"Should I lay down?" I whispered. If I had spoken in normal volume I would have totally lost it and bawled my head off in front of both of them -- which only would have made everything worse.

"You should be on your tummy" my mother said kindly. "But I guess you'll have to lay on your back."

I thought for a moment that she was going to put the thermometer in my mouth, and my mind raced with various scenarios of how you could clean a thermometer well enough after it had been in a baby's rectum so that it was okay to put in someone's mouth. I laid back awkwardly because I still had my hands down to cover my privates, and then my mom said, "You have to lift your knees up to your chest."

I did as she said, and as my knees came all the way up the tears started to run uncontrollably out of my eyes and spilled into my ears. I felt so exposed and humiliated. My legs kept swaying awkwardly and my mom told me to hold my knees with both my hands.

I just gave in and did as she said, and closed my eyes in shame as I laid back like that.

"Let me give you some Vaseline" the other mom said.

God! I thought. Just go away! I heard the sound of a jar opening, and then a moment later the thermometer touched my rectum and slid into me. I drew in a sharp, jagged breath and clenched my teeth. It didn't hurt at all, but I was so mortified I was trying to will myself to die on the spot.

How long did I have to stay like this? I wondered. I suddenly jerked and almost fell off the bench as I heard the door open. My eyes flew open and I shouted, "Mom!" as I saw a guy and his son walk into the room. The son was a little younger than me, and he took one look at me and at first his eyes widened in horror, and then he burst out laughing.

"Now that's not nice" said the other woman, and my mother stood up and put her hands on her hips.

"What's the matter with you?" asked the boy's father.

He tried to swallow his laughter, but he kept giggling. His father gave me a pitying look, and I turned my head away ashamed.

I heard him say, "Come here, you" and then I heard the boy struggling and then Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! and the boy crying out, "Ow!" after each smack.

I gasped as my mother slid the thermometer out of me, and I slammed my feet back on the floor, got off my towel and quickly whipped it around me.

"Well it says normal" said my mom.

I just stood there in front of everybody, glaring at them, and then I had to lower my head.

The boy was wiping his nose on his arm, and his father walked up to my mom and introduced himself. Then he looked at me but said to my mom, "I think it would be a good idea if you ladies stepped outside and left all us boys alone for a bit."

"Oh?" said my mother.

What was this guy thinking, I wondered. "I'd like to take a shower, too" he said, "and I'd really appreciate it if one of you would stand guard for just five minutes."

My mother laughed and said, "Oh, sure."

Fine! I thought. She'd stand guard for this total stranger, but she didn't seem to have any problem humiliating her own son. I grabbed up my things, but the man turned to me and said, "I want to talk to you for a minute."

My mother and the other woman and her son left, and he reached out his hand and I shook it. "I'm Jeff" he said.

"Hi" I said, unable to look him in the eye.

"When I was about your age my mother did the same thing to me" he said, "in front of my brother and my aunt." I glanced up at him once, and then looked him straight in the eye. He had said his name was Jeff, rather than "Mr. Such and Such." He seemed like a nice guy.

"It was probably the most humiliating thing that's ever happened to me" he said, still holding my hand. I wanted to cry then, but I felt like I was trapped with him holding my hand. "I'm sorry David laughed at you" he said.

I brushed my free arm angrily across my nose and sniffed loudly. "S'okay" I said.

He smiled then and said, "Why don't you take a shower with us?"

Under any other circumstance I would have thought that was weird. You know, to be asked by a total stranger to shower with him and his son. He pulled his shirt over his head and pulled his sweats down and off. Standing there stark naked he said, "Come here, David."

His son walked over to him and said, "I don't want to" and he was holding the waistband of his swim trunks.

"Take them off and get in the shower" said his dad, and his son obeyed him. He was clearly embarrassed about being naked in front of me, and he blushed deeply when his dad smacked his butt as he walked over to the shower.

I don't know why exactly, but I felt better after I showered with both of them. The last half hour grew more and more surreal in my memory, and by the time we were all dried off and dressed I felt almost normal. By the time we had brushed our teeth and combed our hair I felt ready to go back outside and even face the woman who had given my mom the thermometer if I happened to see her.

The man and his son walked out the door as I was pulling on my shoes and I said, "Jeff?" just as they were stepping out. It made me feel more mature calling this other dad by his first name. He turned back to me and I said, "Thanks" and he smiled and left without saying anything.