It was a very bad day
I live next door to my best friend, so I often find myself talking to her from the other side of the shoulder-height fence that separates our gardens. I also often leave my clothes on the washing line outside long after they are dry, being too lazy to bring them in and put them away, meaning that to get clean clothes in the morning I’ll have to go into the garden in pajamas or similarly under dressed to fetch them.
On this occasion, both of these things occurred. I had gotten out of the shower, wrapped myself in a towel and searched my room for clothes, only to find an empty closet. I shout down to my mom asking if I have any clean clothes anywhere, to which she replies ‘on the washing line.Â again.’
So, still dressed in the towel, I slipped into some flip-flops and made my way outside. I’d only got a bra and some panties off the line when my friend called me from her side of the fence ‘since when are towels outdoor wear?’ I put the bra and panties down, walked up to the fence and said ‘you gotter admit, I can rock a towel pretty well’ my friend started laughing while I did a mock catwalk turn. Then I felt the towel begin to come loose…
I made a grab for it, but it was too late, the towel fell around my ankles, I gave a shriek and stepped closer to the fence so my friend couldn’t see. My friend also gave a shriek, but of laughter. Saying ‘told you towels weren’t outdoor wear’ and insisting that she’d gotten a glimpse of a boob before I’d stepped closer to the fence. At first I felt a bit angry at her for laughing, and could feel myself going red, but seconds later we were both giggling about it. ‘hey’ my friend said, ‘i dare you to stay like that.’ I replied with a nod and another small burst of mischievous giggling, when I heard a shout from behind me ‘Holly! What are you doing!?’ I turned round to see my mom standing by the french doors with murder written on her face, shouting loud enough for the whole street to hear, ‘get in here and get some clothes on right now young lady!’
I almost obeyed automatically. My heart was pounding and my friend was in a fit of uncontrollable laughter. I made a grab for the towel, tried wrapping it round myself as I ran but dropped it, ran back to the house in nothing but flip-flops, all my feelings of bravery replaced by a heavy feeling of shame, as my friend got a look at my pale ass, and my mom got to see… well, the front of me. She herded me into the house, (where my kid sister was watching TV. She started chuckling when she saw me.) gave me a slap on the wrist and said ‘what on earth were you thinking? going round the garden with your bits out?’ I probably should have told her about the towel at this point, but instead I just said ‘mom, can I just go and put something on?’ my mom replied with, ‘actually holly, you’re clothes are on the washing line, so you’re going to have to stay like this a bit longer while I get the washing in. If you’re so eager to show yourself off to people outside I’m sure you can survive a minute or two in front of your sisters…’
When she came back with my clothes I dressed faster than I ever had and ran to my room, to hide there for the rest of the day. I avoided my friend for a week too. Thankfully I’ve learnt to laugh about it with her now.
My best friendâ€™s younger brother, 9-year-old Robbie, is a royal pain.Â The scrawny brat gets away with murder as far as weâ€™re concerned.Â Well, this past summer, I got him goodâ€¦or at least I thought I did.
My friendâ€™s name is Carol and Iâ€™m Chrissy.Â Carolâ€™s family invited me along to a trip to the water park.Â I definitely wanted to go even if both Carol and I didnâ€™t like the fact Robbie would be there, too.Â The good news is that he found a couple of his little friends and took off with them which was just fine with us.
Carol and I had done a fair amount of boy watching and finally sat down in some deck chairs toÂ just relax, soak up some sun, andâ€”of courseâ€”continue boy watching.Â Then Carol let out a shriek.Â I looked over to her just as Robbie was running away from her giggling for all he was worth.Â I didnâ€™t have to ask my irate friend what the scamp had done as I saw the ice cubes flying off her as she brushed them off.Â Robbie had dumped a cup of ice cold water on his sister and though he undoubtedly found his deed quite humorous, he knew to vacate the vicinity post haste if he wanted to stay alive.
Carol fumed for a few moments but I was able to calm her down.Â She wanted so badly to get Robbie but decided killing him would let him off too easily, a thought that probably saved his life on many occasions following his antics.Â Carol asked me what I was thinking.Â She had noticed that I hadnâ€™t said anything during all this and had actually allowed a smile to cross my face.Â I had to quickly tell her that I found no amusement in what Robbie had done, just in what I was planning.Â Carol tried to get me to tell her what my scheme was but I wouldnâ€™t tell her as I wanted it to be a surprise.Â Then I got up, telling her to wait there and that I would be back soon.
I had watched Robbie zoom away from us and headed in that general direction.Â The water park was very crowded so I about gave up finding him and just about turned back to admit failure to Carol who of course didnâ€™t know what I wanted to do.Â But the desire to pay Robbie back proved too strong for me and I continued my search.Â I spotted him just as he rushed into one of the large pools, but he was quickly out of sight among that crowd.Â At least I had an inkling where he could be.Â I headed out into the pool scanning here and there for the brat.Â Being such a small skinny boy, I began to wonder how I could find him in the middle of all these people.Â Then it struck me.Â He had on very unique trunks in the sense that they were a very brilliant orange with neon green stripes on the sides and cartoon sharks everywhere else.Â Taking a deep breath I went under water in search of those trunks.Â I had to come up for air a few times, but I spotted them, much easier than trying to spot Robbie himself.
I made my way in the last direction Iâ€™d seen the trunks hoping he wouldnâ€™t move to far away as I still couldnâ€™t see him.Â When I got near to where I had seen his bathing suit, I went back under water, looked around and saw those obnoxious trunks just a little ways away.Â I stood up, took a good gulp of air, went back underwater and approached Robbie from behind with a big smile on my face.
It was tough maneuvering underwater around all the other people but Robbieâ€™s trunks were a great beacon for me.Â Helping my plan come to fruition was the fact that not only was Robbie a skinny kid, but he also usually managed to get his drawstring untied and would neglect to check it.Â I grabbed a hold of his trunks and yanked down.Â Â Though the crowd was noisy, I could hear the muffled yelp come from Robbie as his trunks descended to his ankles.Â I gave him a quick shove before he could react, pulled his swim trunks completely off him, and took off.Â Trying not to laugh as I was still underwater, I swam as far away as I could before the crowd and lack of air forced me to surface.Â I looked in the general direction of the now naked Robbie but couldnâ€™t see him.Â Oh, well, I smiled as I left the pool knowing that Iâ€™d left what must be a very red-faced bare-butt 9-year-old bratty boy in a pool full of people.
I approached Carol holding Robbieâ€™s trunks behind my back.Â Carol spotted me and sat up looking very eager.Â She peppered me with questions but I just stood there smiling.Â When she finally appeared exasperated at my silence, I held up one hand indicating for her to be quiet.Â Then, very slowly, I brought out my other hand showing her what was in it.Â She looked confused at first but I quickly told her what Iâ€™d done trying not to laugh as I did so.
Now, I expected her to start laughing out loud but her look was not that of amusement.Â Pointing a bit off to her right she indicated an area with tons of sand for kids to play in.Â She pointed in particular to a boy wearing bright orange swim trunks with neon green stripes on the sides and little sharks everywhere else.Â I found out at the moment that Robbieâ€™s trunks were not quite as unique as I had thought as there sat Robbie playing in the sand wearing his trunks.Â I had stripped some other poor boy of his bathing suit.Â After my initial shock of realizing I had stripped some other boy, I burst into laughter joined by Carol as she realized the same thing about what I had done. Â I had to wonder if my faceâ€”due to me accidently stripping the wrong boyâ€”was as red as the boyâ€™s face mustâ€™ve been when he found himself stripped of his trunks and left bare naked in a crowded public pool.Â I doubt it.
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I had what must be the most embarrassing experience a girl can ever go through.
I was having a slumber party with about six of my friends.Â We were all aged 11 and 12.
Now I should say here I come from a small conservative community.Â All of us came from homes where sex was a forbidden subject.Â We were not to talk or ask any questions about sex.Â So we grew up sort of ignorant on the subject learning what we could from friends, often at slumber parties!
Somehow during my party, the talk turned to pleasuring ourselves, or playing with ourselves, or touching ourselves.Â We didnâ€™t know that there was a word â€œmasturbation.â€Â We did know it was supposed to feel good, but it was wrong. Â Two of my friends said they tried it, but didnâ€™t think they did it right because they did not feel anything special.Â One girl said she did it all the time and was able to climax.Â She would show us how it was done.
We all followed her instructions and stripped naked.Â We laid on the floor, spread our legs, spread our pussy lips with one hand, and began feeling around with a finger on the other hand.Â We forgot the door was left partly open, and did not know my Mom asked my 16-year-old brother to come up and gather the dirty dishes from our party.Â He saw the open door and figured it was OK to enter.Â When he did he saw all of our all.
We girls panicked.Â We didnâ€™t scream.Â I guess we didnâ€™t want my mom to come up as well.Â Some girls jumped up and grabbed their pjâ€™s.Â Some hid themselves with their arms and legs, and some grabbed a pillow or something to hide themselves.Â I stood there naked and crying begging my brother not to tell mom.
Brother did not get emotional.Â He told us to calm down.Â He was not going to tell anyone what he saw.Â He said he would go outside the room and close the door.Â We were to put our pjs and nighties on, and then he would come in to gather the dirty dishes.Â When he reentered, we girls were all upset.Â Some were crying.
Brother tried to calm us down.Â He said he was sorry for coming in without knocking.Â One of the girls said, â€œBut you saw us doing something dirty and nasty.â€Â Brother said, â€œIs that what you think?â€Â He told us to relax and he would come back to talk to us after mom went to bed.
When brother returned, he told us what we were doing was called masturbation.Â He said it may sound like a big scary word, but it isnâ€™t.Â Itâ€™s something personal and private, but it is not dirty and nasty, and we were not doing anything wrong.Â Despite what some of us were told by our parents, it is normal and everybody does it.Â It is a way to relieve the sexual tension we were starting to feel and to get to know our bodies.Â He said boys masturbate as well, which was news to us.Â (See how uninformed we were?)Â We asked how and he described the process.Â He said he masturbated at least once a week.Â He did it more often before he got a girlfriend.
This was the first time anyone ever spoke to us openly about sex.Â We began to ask him other questions, including when it was right to have sex.Â He told us it depends on the person and that was for us alone to decide.Â If it doesnâ€™t feel right, donâ€™t do it.Â If you canâ€™t accept the responsibility, donâ€™t do it.
We asked him questions about boys and girls bodies.Â He answered about boys, but told us they probably need a girl to answer the other questions.Â He promised to ask his girlfriend if she would help us.Â After an hour, we were all getting pretty tired, but we werenâ€™t upset anymore.
For the next two years, until they went away to college together, brother and his girlfriend were always there to answer our questions.Â After they left, we all still kept in touch by e-mail.Â Â I can tell you with what they taught us, we were better able to handle growing up than some of our other friends.Â Many of them were sexually active by 14.Â Me and my friends waited until at least 17 or 18, or 20 in my case, when we were better able to handle it.
Being caught by my big brother with my hands between my legs is the most embarrassing experienceÂ I ever had.Â But he made it come out all right.Â I really love my big brother.
RecentlyÂ my familyÂ had my grandmother come to live with us due to her age and health. Her health problems meant that we had to keep the thermostat on very high in our house. Unfortunately for me, this also meant that I had to give up my room and move in with my younger brother who only had a twin bed, as opposed to the queen bed in my room. In his room the bed was against the wall lengthwise and, since it was his room, I had to sleep against the wall.
Now Iâ€™m an athlete, actually a high school quarterback and Iâ€™m a 17 year old senior, while my freshman 14 year old brother is in choir and a student booster, which means he decorates the hallway and gym for the upcoming holidays and dances. Needless to say, we really have nothing in common, but since it was his room, our parents said he could have some discretion in running things which was why I was going to be the one sleeping against the wall. Unfortunately, also, there was only enough room for me to keep a limited amount of my own clothes and other stuff in there. I could knock and go into my room during the day while my grandmother was there, but my parents had also told me to make sure I had her okay before going in. So basically I had no place of my own. For whatever reason, my parents wanted to keep me in line.
Well, anyway, it finally got to be the first night of this arrangement. Since it was hot due to the thermostat, my brother suggested that we sleep in the nude. This did sound a little weird, but it was hot so I didnâ€™t want to argue with him. As I stated, before, I am athletic, but unfortunately I am pretty small down there, I inch unaroused, and 3 inches aroused, and I wasnâ€™t aroused now. In other words I have a small penis, tiny penis, small cock, or whatever youâ€™d call it.Â Since my brother was three years younger than me, I expected him to be about the same.Â We both turned our backs to each other while we undressed and then we turned around. As I was undressing, I had said that it might be a little weird because I have a size issue, and as he was turning around he said that he knew what I meant because he had the same problem. We both turned around and of course mine was one inch hanging down, but my mouth fell open because he was eight inches and fully aroused. He thought I had the same size issue as him!
He did say Oh my I did not expect to be bigger than you, much less this much bigger! His initial reaction was rather than be boastful, he was apologetic about upstaging me in this regard. Iâ€™m sure if we were reversed, I would be very boastful. He then grabbed my hand and sat us both down on the edge of the bed and turned his music stream to the quiet storm, a type of soft music. He then said that when he was in Physical Education, he always felt awkward since he was the biggest in the room, but he also said that he felt bad for me because I was smaller than his fellow freshmen in his class. Â He did seem to have a nurturing personality, which was so much different from me. Â He then laughed and said that he expected me to be even bigger than him and thought I would have some advice on how to deal with that. For some people that might seem like sarcasm, but he seemed to genuinely feel that he had a problem.
He then said that he normally doesnâ€™t do this, but if I wanted to touch him there that I could, I said no thank you, but he said to go ahead because he knew I was dying to. So I reached my hand towards him there and touched him and then he grabbed my hand so that it was wrapped around his shaft. He then told me to move my hand up and down, and then he said, wait I got an idea. He then stood up and told me to stand behind him and reach both of my hands around to his shaft and to move them on it. I began to do so and had to stand with my body pressed against his to really do this. I continued and he asked me how it felt to be able to stroke him while using all of my hands length. I did laugh and said it was enjoyable because my hands, which are pretty big, are far too big to stroke myself the way I was doing him. He said that he wanted to be in front of me so I could feel a little like I was stroking myself. At that comment, I did feel a little bit like I was and I began to get aroused myself.
After a few minutes after my arousal, I ended up coming on his backside, toward his crack, and after I finished doing so, he took my hands off my shaft and turned around and said that now it was his turn to come in me. I said wait I came on you not in you, but he said that it wasnâ€™t his fault that I was too small to do so, so why should he get punished for that. Then he continued and said that if we think about it, that since I was already seventeen I might grow at most half an inch more down there by the time I was twenty one. He said that he would probably grow another three inches by the time he was seventeen and maybe another two by the time he was twenty one, making him eleven inches at seventeen and thirteen at twenty one. I then said that I agreed that he was probably right and he said it would be very interesting to measure us both when he was twenty one and I was twenty five because he could be anywhere from ten to twelve inches longer than me depending on whether I was aroused or not. I agreed to that also.
He then said that even though I was small down there, I could make up for it by being able to take in a larger amount than anyone else besides, he had just done what he could for me to pleasure, so it would only be fair for him to get the same. I finally consented and he told me that it would be best if I knelt in front of the bed and lie face down on it. He then said he would try and make it as easy as possible for me. He was standing and began to put his tip at the entry of my hole. He then told me to reach back and pull my cheeks apart and then, interestingly, he told me to push back and slide my hole onto his shaft rather than him shoving into me. I began and the initial part hurt a little and then I backed up and got him about two inches inside of me. He then asked if I was okay and I said yes. He then said good and began to move in and out a little for a few minutes which I actually found relaxing. He then grabbed my wrists and moved my hands away from my cheeks and began to use the leverage from my wrists to pull me further down his shaft while he began to thrust in. I said for him to stop, but he continued to push himself in while pulling me down on him. Finally, and painfully to me, he got his full eight inches in and began to move not only in and out, but up and down, side to side, and circularly. He was really giving my bottom a workout! After about fifteen minutes of this, he finally came and pulled out. When he did I noticed that he was five inches when unaroused. I told him what was that about? He said that we had discussed me being able to take in a large amount so he went ahead and did that. Another thing that he said was that he was going to want to do this every night I was in his room and if I told anyone that I would get in trouble for statutory rape since I was seventeen and he was only fourteen. Imagine, I get it in the bottom and Iâ€™m the one who has to worry about legal problems! And now I had to worry about getting it in the rear for a LONG TIME!
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When I was 6 years old, I went for the first time with my aunt and two female cousins to spend a month at their mountain vacation cabin.Â There was a lake on the property.Â My oldest cousin Mandy, then 4, and I would go swimming in that lake.Â We were strong swimmers for our age, though my aunt would always be right there just in case.Â Of course we would swim naked.Â It was fun and felt wonderful.Â While this was going on, my youngest cousin Sarah, then 2, would run along naked on the dock.Â Eventually Sarah would join Mandy and myself skinny dipping over future summers.
It was great while it lasted, but when I was 12 things changed.Â The first morning of this particular trip, the girls and I spent fishing for our lunch.Â We caught a few small ones, but enough to feed the four of us.Â I helped my aunt as she began to clean the fish which we were going to cook up right at the lakeside.Â The girls wanted to go for a swim and had totally undressed.Â They asked for me to join them.Â My aunt said it was fine.Â I can go join the girls.
So now I began to undress.Â I got everything off until I got to my underpants.Â I slipped those off as well just as my aunt looked up.Â Her expression suddenly changed.Â “I think you’re a bit too old to go naked,” she said as she looked down towards my lower half.Â I looked down as well and realized what she was looking at.Â I had just begun puberty.Â I had no hair down there, but my penis had grown quite a bit since the previous summer.Â I suddenly felt like I was showing the femalesÂ something I should not be showing them.Â I turned red.
My aunt said that I have gotten too big for skinny dipping with girls.Â She told us to put on our clothes and go back to the cabin to change into our swim suits.Â The girls protested, but I quickly obeyed.Â It was a bit of an embarrassment, but even more a lost of innocence.
Epilogue:Â Fast forward four years.Â Mandy and Sarah came to visit on the occasion of my 16th birthday.Â After the family dinner, everyone else went up to bed.Â Mandy and Sarah came into my room just to talk.Â We remembered the best times we had at the lake, and that one summer when my manhood was awakening.Â They wondered what I looked like now, and I told them I would like to know what they look like now.Â Without another word, the three of us smiled, stood up and stripped down.Â I will just say we were really impressed with each other.
Growing up we only had a 2 bedroom house, me and my sister shared a bedroom ,well when i was age 12 1/2 ,she was age 11 our bed was next to each other, i reached over, grabbed her hand and placed it on my cock, at first she moved her hand a way than she said, put it back on it than she moved the head of my cock around, she didn’t know what she was quite doing but it felt so good, she said to me move it around for her, so i did than it was no time that she made me cum, at first before she started jacking me off , she let me feel her up but that was all, she wouldn’t let me finger her but she went and used the bathroom, she come back up to the bedroom , she wanted to sit on my cock but i couldn’t get up so than we both went to sleep, after this happened one time, i often wanted to discuss with her what she thought, one day we were dropping my niece off at a friends house and my sister had me in the front seat, she reached down to get her purse, she had to go down through my legs cause it Summer time , i saw her roll her eyes making google eyes, i’m just wondering what she was thinking .
I am now 43yrs old married 23yrs 2adult children going back to my child hood I was very small slim girly looking with no visible testicles and a very tiny micro penis it looked like a pink currant and people would mistake me for a girl even one time when I was naked on a beach paddling at the age of 11/12 these old people were telling there gran child “look that girls not scared” but the embarrassing thing happend much later when I was 14 there was a picture of me naked and my older brother told me if I didn’t do what he said it would find it self to school. at this I became is slave and did is jobs.my mum’s friends daughter would stop most week ends she was a fit older blond and she had accumulated a fast amount of lingerie at our home one day every one was out and I was 14yrs old looking at all the frilly basscs and pants Texans I felt some one watching me it was my older brother and he made me dress in them when no one was in it was a regular thing he made me do he would laughing at me and so on but if any one new about my tiny penis at school it would be to much so I thought , I would have to put my hair in pig tails Lipstick on as well . one day every one was out and I had bin dressing up for about 6months .I don’t no why I did it but I was on my own nearly 15yrs old so I put stockings on with bows on the back and a frilly basc with suzzys no pants pig tails make up and stairs at my tiny micro penis and all of a sudden my mum and friend and her daughter and my brother were behind me “WHAT ARe YOU DOING” my mum shouted my mum spanked me in front of them all it felt like for ever I fell on the floor trying to protect my bare bottom she picked me up by my pigtails showing my tiny Jimmy to every one and then put me over her knee and spanked me again Paul and jo were laughing so load at every thing my mum told me put your hands on your head and you can stop there and in all your gear till your dad gets home every one could see my tiny penis I was in tears .after 10mins or so there was a flash and then some more Paul and Joanne had taken pictures of me with my dad’s Polaroid I screamed stop it they were calling me Babbydick maggot my mum and her friend came out in to the hall were I was and gave me a penis examination , why didn’t you tell me you have a tiny penis oh my word stuart you have nothing no hair or visible testicles so the conversation went it looks like a currant all to the delight of no and Paul’s ears my mum’s friend then said the words that any teenage boy would hate you no what he’s got don’t you what my mum said a micro penis he will have to go to school as a girl I screamed no please no ,and he will have to be gay ,I was in tears all the way to the doctor’s the next day I asked him do I have to go to school as a girl there seemed to be a pause he said no not unless you won.t to later in life I discovered in the 50/60s you did phew yes the pictures got sent to school I was laught at for the rest of the year I told my mum what they had done with the pictures and how I was blackmail Paul got thrashed and Joanne as the most sexiest bare bum when it got slapped in front of me at the age of 16
Back a couple of months ago I was on a business trip that happened to fall on the weekend of our anniversary. Â I was supposed to be gone through Sunday night, but got done early on Saturday and had a chance to get in the car and head home. Â It would be late when I got home, but I thought I wouldn’t call ahead and that it would be a nice surprise if I could show up for our anniversary after all. Â When I walked in the house I heard the tv on in our bedroom and thought my wife had settled down for the night. Â I decided then to be spontaneous, stripped naked, and got myself excited. Â Then I walked to the door of the bedroom, threw open the door and jumped in yelling “surprise”. Â The lights flew on and I was greeted by shrieks. Â No one had told me that my daughter was home from college with 2 of her friends, and all four of them were sitting in our bed watching a scary movie. Â They all got a really good look before I recovered enough to drop my hands to cover up.
When you were in school, do you remember that girl who was better looking than all the other girls, and got the best grades in the class?Â Well, I was that girl, and through the 10th grade my life was hell.Â By the time I was 16, I never had a date.Â No boy would ask me out.Â I heard that many felt intimidated by me, which I thought was just plain silly.Â Or they figure I must already have a boyfriend, which certainly was not true.Â The girls were not much better treating me like some sort of freak.
I tried to get along, but nothing helped.Â I would not compromise on my grades, so I tried paring down my looks.Â I would wear no makeup, wear an unflattering hair style, and clothes which were not in fashion.Â Only for this I would catch hell from my mother who wanted me to show off my good looks.
So that’s the background.Â Here’s the story:
I did have one good friend in high school.Â Her name was Mary.Â One summer day when I was 16, she suggested we spend the day in her family’s pool.Â After swimming for about an hour, we decided to do some sunbathing.Â Since there would be no one else around and we did not want tan lines, we decided to sunbathe nude.Â But first Mary needed to use the bathroom, and she said she was also going to get some cold drinks for us.
So I decided not to wait.Â I stripped off my two piece, smoothed on the suntan lotion, and laid down wearing nothing but my sunglasses.Â After five minutes I felt the presence of someone, but I had a feeling it was not Mary.Â I looked up and saw her older brother staring at me.Â The only way I can describe her brother is that he is a total geek.
Geekboy apologized for startling me, though he kept on looking.Â I grabbed a towel and tried to hide my body.Â I was about to tell him to go away, when he spoke, “I’ve always wanted to ask you something, but was always too intimidated to do so.Â But now you look a bit intimidated, so I guess the shoe’s on the other foot and I can ask.”
I asked what he wanted to ask me, and he answered, “Would you go out on a date with me?”Â On the one hand, I was in the embarrassing situation being seen naked by my friend’s older brother.Â Plus he is a total geek.Â Then again, this is the first guy to ever ask me out, and it may be the last chance I have to experience high school dating.Â So I told him, “Under one condition.Â You have to turn around so I can put my swimsuit back on without you seeing.”
That embarrassing situation occurred about nine years ago.Â BTW, last week Geekboy and I celebrated our first wedding anniversary.Â After that first date, we were together through my time in high school, college and grad school.Â We got married after I graduated and he had set himself up taking over the family business from his retiring father.Â I do call him Geekboy.Â It’s my pet name for him.Â I especially use it when I want to get him into bed.Â He still stares at me when I am naked, and I love it more than he does!