I have been reading stories for several years, and I thought I'd try writing one, so this is my first attempt. It's based a lot on my youth with respect to people (names changed) and places and even some events, though most of the sexual situations are fiction. If you are under legal age to read, or in an area which prevents this, please leave now. Remember this was the mid 1970s and HIV wasn't a thing. Play safe today.
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Dean's Bicha 16
Stretching my arms out as I awoke from a nap I heard my stomach grumbling for the snack it missed this afternoon. Four loads of boy cream plus a little of my own wan't enough.
"Jamie, I said get up!" I heard my father's voice boom out to me.
My eyes snapped open and there standing next to my bed looking down at my naked and cum covered body was my dad. Sitting up quickly and covering my boy bits (not that he hadn't seen them enough lately) I asked what he was doing home so early.
It wasn't so early. It was just past 5:00. I must have slept longer than I thought. An afternoon of streaking around the neighborhood and sucking four cocks tires a guy out. He started to scold me about not moving the plumbing stuff to the basement. Oh yeah. His phone call earlier. He had wanted me to move some supplies from the garage to downstairs so they would be ready for the plumber to do his thing. He was none too pleased when he came home and discovered I hadn't done it.
"By what's all over your chest I'd say you were busy doing something else instead," he barked at me while looking at the dried cum covering my upper torso. I immediately turned red. "Well, what do you have to say for yourself?
"Sorry." Borrowing a line from the Grinch, I thought up a lie and I thought it up quick. "I had homework to do then I must have fallen asleep."
"After playing with yourself in between," he added to my embarrassment.
"Yeah, I guess," I admitted. "Sorry. I'll do it now. Can I please go pee first?" A post orgasm pee was straining my bladder at this point. Thankfully I didn't have a pee hard on at the moment in front of him. Those seem mostly to happen when I was humiliated in front of others.
He looked at me with a stern expression.
"Sorry. MAY I go pee, please?" A another grammar lesson.
"Yes go pee. Then get dressed and move that stuff. And hurry, Mr. Pierce will be here shortly to install the filter system."
He wanted me to go to the bathroom naked. Ok, not the first time I'd been forced to be nude in the house, but still not anything I was still comfortable doing. Hell, I didn't even want to walk around in my underwear either but was forced to by Dean and Dale. "Move!" dad shouted bringing me out of my thoughts.
I started toward the bathroom when he pulled me back into the bedroom. "What happened to your ass. Who did this?
Oh shit! My butt was still bright red and it was obvious I had been spanked. "Um..."
"Well?"
"Dean, Dale, and I were horsing around and Mrs. Soarer got mad and punished us and she gave me a good spanking then sent me home." Almost instantly I knew that wasn't going to be enough information as he looked at me.
"I thought you were doing homework?" Busted I thought. "Doing what?"
Ok. Do I come clean and tell him I was streaking or make something else up in the hopes he won't speak to her? She already mentioned to the driver who saw me about telling my dad so better to fess up than lie anymore. "They dared me to streak to their mailbox and I did." I edited the rest about running down the street and the driver and his son catching me and spanking me as well. "May I go pee please?" I begged as my bladder was ready to burst at this point.
"Go." I flew to the bathroom and released enough piss to float a battleship. Ahhh, what a relief. It was to be short lived.
Opening the bathroom door I heard my father say, "Thank-you for telling me. Have a good night Mrs. Soarer." Shit.
After hanging up the kitchen phone he turned around and said, "Get in here." I knew I was in trouble again. I stood in the kitchen butt naked with my hands covering myself. "Seems like you left out a little of that story."
"Running down the street naked from our house to theirs." Shit. "Running to the mailbox naked." Ok, I already confessed that. "Getting caught by a passing car." Double Shit. "And getting spanked by Mrs. Soarer, the car driver, and his son." Triple Shit.
He knew almost everything. Not surprisingly she didn't tell him about the boys spanking me nor my oral servitude to them.
"You've already been punished for running around naked, but I won't be lied to young man."
An instant later I was crying and screaming as another round of spanking landed on my already red backside for lying to my father. I didn't know if it would ever stop, the spanking that is. I wouldn't be able to sit for a week. It only stopped when someone knocked on the backdoor. Shit. Someone else is witnessing my punishment. Please don't let it be anybody I know.
Standing me up, I was told to put my hands on top of my head and face the wall in the kitchen. Dad then went to the kitchen door. "Morris, come on in. I'm just having a little discipline problem with my son."
"No problem, I have to strap my own boys from time to time," he replied. Oh yeah, Morris Pierce the plumber who just had to schedule this day of all days to install whatever my mom wanted for our well water.
"Who's this fine looking young man?" My dad asked. Young man? Shit, there are two people now seeing my reddened bottom as I stand with my face inches from the kitchen wall sniffing backs snot and crying.
"This here is my middle boy, Randolph."
"Pleased to meet you Randolph. Learning the ropes from your old man?"
"Yes, sir. Pleased to meet you too, sir," Randolph answers in a voice that can only be of a teenager. Fuck. I'm praying that I don't pop a boner right now.
"That's my son Jamie. He's a bit younger than you, and after today's activities certainly less mature. How old are you?"
"Fifteen, sir." Shit. Fuck. Hell. I feel a slight stirring in my dick. No, not now.
"Jamie, come over here and meet our guests," my dad instructs me. Am I really supposed to meet total strangers butt ass naked? Having no other choice, I slowly turn around to meet the plumber and his son while fully exposed, luckily not fully hard, yet.
Morris Pierce is around my dad's age but really built. He's almost 6 feet tall with a solid, broad chest stretching out his shirt. He has the ever so slight beginnings of a middle aged man's widening gut, but still firm abs. His pecs are bulging and prominently displayed by his tank top.
His son Randolph is a step behind him off to his side and is about 4 inches taller than I am. He too has broad shoulders but not as defined a chest and pecs as his dad. His hair is quite curly and close to his head.
Oh, and they are black. We didn't have too many black people in our town back then. Unlike his dad, who had darker skin, Randolph was a creamy milk-chocolate brown. Cool was my first impression. I would love to get to know Randolph better under any other circumstances than these. I would learn that they live in Eastford and that's why Randolph was available to help his father on Wednesday afternoons.
Extending his hand, Mr. Pierce steps toward me. I instinctively reach out to shake his and drop my left arm to my side. I'm so taken aback by these two good looking black men that I forget momentarily about being nude. I shake his hand and he almost crushes mine with his firm grip as his eyes rake over my body. I remember that I'm naked and start to get embarrassed. "Boy, best behave from now on or your papa may have to tan your hide some more," he lectures me.
"Yes, sir," I mumble. My dick goes up another notch. I move my left hand to cover my junk somewhat, though they have seen all there is to see.
"This here's my boy Randolph," he says as he releases my hand.
I can feel my dick lengthen some more and think I'll probably faint if I get an erection now. Turning to him he has the kindest most gentle face and gives me a slightly leering yet sympathetic smile as he shakes my hand giving me a head nod. His eyes fix on my junk longer than the rest of me causing my dick to become almost horizontal with the floor. Then my dad tells me, "Back to the wall mister." I scramble back so fast and so close that my dickhead actually brushes up again the wallpaper. Phew, 2 more seconds and I would have had a full fledged boner. How could I have ever explained that?
"Let's head downstairs so we can check out what you got," Mr. Pierce says. I hear three sets of footprints fade down the hall to the basement stairs. My heart is pounding. My ass is still throbbing from all the spankings. My dick is now pointing toward the ceiling. I'm standing in the kitchen naked with the boner to end all boners.
A few minutes pass when I hear the creak of our kitchen door opening. With my hands back on top of my head, my elbow crashes into the wall as I swing my head around to see who just came in the backdoor. My sister Marla and her boyfriend Donny. Shit.
"Well, what do we have here?" She gloats.
"Looks like someone got spanked and is doing corner time," Donny chuckles.
"Tell me what happened little bro."
"Can you just leave, please," I beg.
"Not till you tell us what's happening," Donny says as the two of them are now standing on each side of me.
"Dad caught me in a lie and spanked me. He's downstairs with the plumber and his son. Mom's not home yet. This is so embarrassing," I tell them.
"And look what happens when he's embarrassed," Donny says as he wraps his hand around my hard cock. I nearly jump out of my skin but the touch does feel good. "Did they see you like this?" he asks as he starts tugging at my cock.
"Yes, I was naked standing against the wall," I ignore his question regarding my erection.
"I meant, were you hard too?" Donny continues to wank my dick. I silently praying for him to stop or I'll be shooting on the kitchen wall.
"No, well, kinda. Almost. Please stop. It's gotta go down before they come back up," I plead with them.
"How old is the son? Is he cute?" Donny wants to know as he strokes my cock faster.
"Fif... Fifteen." I ignore the "cute" question.
Marla pushed Donny's hand off and I'm grateful for a half a second. Grabbing it herself she asks, "Is he cute?" Marla continues to work my bone bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
Too embarrassed to say anything, I just shake my head in the affirmative. I feel the first bit of cum start out of my balls when Marla stops jerking me. I'm on my toes waiting for an orgasm that's denied me. The two of them laugh as I'm left on the edge, my rock hard bone throbbing waiting to shoot off with the slightest touch.
"Please." I don't know if I want them to bring me off or leave me alone. I squeak out, "What are you doing here anyway? I thought you were working tonight?"
"We are. Just had to stop and get my friends sweater to give it back to her when she stops in at the store later," my sister answers as she squeezes my cock one more time then lets it go. "Come on Donny, let's get it and get out of here. My poor baby brother wants to be alone with his hard on."
Donny whispers in my ear loud enough for her to hear, "We still have to compare dick sizes Jamie. Loser has to blow the winner." He gives my cock a few more strokes as my sister goes to retrieve the sweater. I want him to bring me off now. I'm so horny.
My sister giggles when she returns to the kitchen and says, "Stop that, you'll make him shoot. Can't wait to see you choking on his snake baby bro when you lose." With that they leave laughing with borrowed sweater in hand.
I stand there another few minutes praying my erection to go away. It doesn't. I'm debating whether to bring myself off quickly or not. If anybody comes upstairs and catches me I'm dead. I'm concentrating so hard, no pun intended, I didn't hear Randolph come up from the basement until he put his hand on my butt making me nearly jump out of my skin. "Wow, this is really warm," he comments as he rubs my cheeks. "Your dad said to bring the plumbing stuff downstairs. Mine said I should help you. Looks like you could use a helping hand," he said looking down at my blood filled dick.
"Oh, ok." I don't know if he is referring to the plumbing materials or my dick that needs help. I'm hoping the latter. Bringing my arms down I turn around and face him. He's really cute. His overalls look tented out. I want to reach out and feel his dick which appears to be pointing toward his right hip, but I'm too nervous if I'm mis-reading him, especially with our fathers downstairs.
"Did my dad say if I can get dressed?" I ask Randolph.
"No. Would he send you outside nekkid?"
Shrugging my shoulders I head toward the cellar stairs and peak my head around the corner. "Dad, Can I get dressed now please." I shout down. "MAY I get dressed?" I correct myself.
"If you weren't running around naked all afternoon you wouldn't have to ask. Bring the plumbing downstairs THEN get dressed. Let's see how much fun you think it is now."
Shit. Fuck. Damn. Hell. Piss. Is he serious? Not only do I have go outside naked again, but with Randolph and an erection too. And how am I going to go downstairs sporty a woody in front of my dad and Mr. Pierce? I head back into the kitchen with Randolph.
"Whoa man. That's rough. You better lose this and fast," Randolph says as he grips my cock in his soft warm hand. His touch nearly makes me shoot across the kitchen floor. "Let me help."
With his fingers wrapped around my cock I no longer have any doubt about his "helping hand". I just nod my head a few times as he reaches over with his other hand and starts fondling my balls. I moan ever so softly. This is heaven. When I feel myself getting close, I instinctively move my hand in front of my dick to catch my seed. Seeing this Randolph stops stroking me and kneels down pulling my dick into his open mouth.
I think, "OMG! I'm getting a blowjob!" I watch as Randolph swallows my cock to the root of my shaved pubes. He slowly moved his mouth up and down my hard shaft from the tip to the base on every stroke. He obviously knows what he is doing. Randolph has now moved his hands to my red ass. He gently messages my tender sore butt cheeks.
A few minutes later, Randolph begins pulling my rear-end forward, thus forcing me to face fuck him. Faster and faster we go until I'm pretty much doing it on my own. Being so caught up in the moment, I didn't even warn him as I shoot rope after rope of hot boy batter into his mouth.
Nobody has ever given ME a blow job. Until now. Wow. This is fan-fucking-tastic! No wonder everybody loves using my mouth. All I can manage to get out is, "That was awesome." Eventually I have to pull my dick from his soft, warm, wet mouth. Before he can say anything, I apologize for cumming in his mouth.
"Don't be. I enjoyed it too," he tells me. With my dick finally deflated, Randolph says we had better get the materials to the cellar before I "pop wood" again. Just him saying it sends a surge to my groin but not enough to worry about. I have to worry more about anybody driving down the street seeing me haul crap out of the garage and down the hatchway to the basement.
With Randolph's help we manage to get everything brought down in just two trips. He's strong and takes quite a bit at one time. It would have taken at least five trips by myself. With all the stuff for Mr. Pierce moved, my dad lets me go get dressed. "Get dressed and stay dressed. Next time you want to go streaking, I'll march you down the street myself." I didn't know it at the time, but those words would prove to be true.
"Papa, can I go too?" Randolph asks his dad.
Mr. Pierce walks over to us giving me the once over from head to toe. I feel myself blush and my cock is on the rise once more. Luckily, my dad has his back to me as he is working on the water pump and doesn't see my cock go past horizontal as it becomes harder and harder in seconds. Handing Randolph something, he tells him, "This isn't the right 'tool'. I think you might be able to find the right one," he nods at me while saying it.
Randolph's eyes widen and he shakes his head no slightly. "I don't know papa."
"I think so boy. You need your own 'tool'." Why is he emphasizing the word tool I wonder. Randolph takes whatever it is and starts upstairs. Mr. Pierce smiles wickedly at me. I quickly run to catch up with Randolph.
We go to my room and I grab a pair of jeans and struggle to pull them up over my hard on. Randolph watches me intently. "Ain't you gonna wear any underpants?" He asks.
"Um, no," I say. I'm already so trained by Dean that I didn't think to put on a pair of briefs. "Can I repay you for helping me earlier?" I ask hoping to suck his dick too. I look longingly at his own hard pipe.
"Sure can," he says and he pulls the shoulder straps of his overalls down and lowers them to his knees. He's wearing short pale yellow boxers with blue trim around the curved hemmed leg openings and side seams. Boxers were still 20 years away for most boys and they took me by surprise. I thought only adult men wore them. Though these were far more stylish than my dad's plain white square cut boxers.
Seeing Randolph's dick poking out the front like a tentpole had my mouth watering. There was a wet spot above his right hip soaking the fabric. I knelt down and grasped the bottom of his boxers. Tugging them down his dick sprang free. I gasped when I saw my first, but not last, big black cock. It was beautiful and uncut too. Uncut, dark meat would become my favorite style of boy toy.
There was a bead of precum on the tip. He held it out for me. I tentatively licked it off. He moaned his appreciation. Peeling back his foreskin his dickhead emerged prominently displaying a huge flared head. I wondered if I could even get my mouth around it. Only one way to find out I thought.
Opening as wide as I could, I enveloped his hot throbbing rod with my hot mouth and slid it toward the back of my throat. I was only able to take about three quarters of his 8 inches. We both were moaning in pleasure now. Randolph began to pump his hips back and forth fucking my mouth gently with his own "tool". I wondered if this was the "tool" Mr. Pierce was talking about. Or was I the "tool" for his "tool"? Either way, I way enjoying this as much as he was. I started fisting my cock in rhythm to his hips. Minutes later my mouth was flooded with more cum than all the previous blow jobs I had given today combined. It was delicious. Who needed junk food when I could snack on this?
I swallowed every drop and licked my lips clean when he finally withdrew. Kneeling on my bedroom floor I unloaded my fourth load of the day into the palm of my hand. Randolph knelt down and took my cum covered hand in his. Bringing it to his face he dipped the tip of his long pink tongue into my ball juice and lapped it up.
I watched in amazement. Then he blew my mind away as he leaned toward me with my cum still in his mouth and gave me my first kiss. It was beyond description. Our tongues dueled for a minute swapping my creamy load back and forth between us before he ended it. I was breathless.
"You better finish getting dressed," he said softly.
Our eyes never left each other as we dressed. When we finished I quickly gave him a peck on the mouth and said we better see if we were needed anymore. From the top of the stairs I yelled down and dad gave me permission to show Randolph out back.
"Mr. Pierce called out, "Randolph, did you get that 'tool"?
Looking at me, Randolph smiled and shouted back, "Yes, Sir."
"Good boy."
Randolph took my hand and we headed outside. He let go when we got on the back porch and as we made our way to the cornfields, I asked him about this 'tool' his father kept talking about.
"That's his way of saying I should be using you." I was right. I'm the tool to be used.
"Using me?"
"Yeah. See papa thinks me and my bros is too young to be giving him grandbabies. So he's told us it was ok to help each other out until we found us the right girl to marry. Either that or find us a 'fag' to suck our sausages.
"What?" Your father told you it was ok to suck each other's dicks?" I asked in shock.
"Well, not exactly. See he said younger ones should help out older ones. But not the other way around. So I can suck my old brother Ezekiel, he's 16. My kid brother Darius can suck me, he turned 12 last week. I been sucking Eze for four years now since I was 11. Dari started last year but doesn't no longer."
"Why not?" I asked.
"Well, two reasons. Papa says once you get a girl or 'fag' then you're a man and don't be needing your family's help no more. Dari recently got a punk in school to swing on his meat. Papa says I better find someone soon cause I can't be expecting Dari to help me now that he has someone hisself as he's more grown up than me."
"And the second reason?" I inquired.
Looking rather embarrassed, Randolph continued, "Well, a few months ago after Eze got his 'fag' and didn't need my help, I kinda told Dari how I missed doing the sucking. He said I could suck his cause he didn't have nobody at the time. I did and we both really enjoyed it. Then he told me I better continue or else he'd tell papa that I was sucking a youngin. Papa would be pissed. So I continued sucking him off every day, sometimes 2 or 3 times, until he found the kid in school. Now I only suck him off at bedtime. But he never sucks me anymore."
"So when your dad said 'tool' he meant me?"
"Yup. As in tool to suck my tool. Corny huh? I'd never make you do anything though. You're too nice."
"Listen Randolph, I'm happy to help you and obviously you're happy to help me. But we need to keep this quiet. Our parents can't know."
"We don't be needing to tell your daddy. But papa is gonna wanna know that I 'used' you and I got me a 'fag'. Sorry, I hate that word, but that's what he uses. He can NEVER know I suck a white boy though. He'd skin me alive," he pleaded.
"No worries, I'm not going to say a thing. As long as we can help each other out."
"Want to help each other once more?" He asked.
"YES. Who wants to go first?"
"Let's do it together." He quickly explained a 69 when he saw the confusion on my face. Soon we were swallowing hot cum as we rammed our dicks down the others throat lying in between corn rows.
"This is the best thing EVER. That was the ninth blowjob I gave today and by far the most fun," I beamed.
"What? Nine? Who you been sucking?' He asked.
"At school there was Robby, my first," I said tenderly. "And Phillip the high school apprentice who caught us in the library," I whispered as if that made it ok. "And then Richard," I said with disgust in my voice. (Though Richard and I did have something in common, we were both giving blowjobs and had now received our first.) "Then Dean and Dale, my neighbors a few house down, and two of their friends. Now two to you."
"Dean and Dale? Are they the two that made you go streakin'?"
"Yeah."
"And the guys at school. How'd you do them? How'd this all start?" He questioned.
So for the next half an hour, we sat naked in the cornfields as I told him the entire story from the beginning: how the Soarer brothers started blackmailing me and all their rules; to including Jeff Archer; what happened at the fair and pimping me out to 7 boys; and the school stories with Robby and Phillip; the wedgie at lunch then finally Richard last period. I even told him about Richard sucking his older brothers too. I knew that I could trust Randolph to keep that quiet even if he met Richard.
"I guess I missed out on having brothers. Seems like that's a normal brother thing."
"Would you want older or younger brothers?" Randolph asked.
"Both. But I'd rather have older ones," I confessed while blushing.
"Me too. Glad we found each other," he said looking deeply into my eyes. Then he leaned in for one more kiss, which turned into a 10 minute make out session. Rolling around in between corn stalks may not sound too romantic but it was.
Randolph was lying on top of me giving me quick little kisses all over my face, grinding our dicks together when I heard my father whistling for us boys to return. That was how he called us home. We couldn't go farther than we could hear his whistle. It was up to us to figure out just how far that was. I had received several spankings for not hearing that damn whistle and taking too long to get home.
Scrambling into our clothes, I didn't notice Randolph kept his boxers off. As we walked back to the house he gave them to me. "Here, seems as if you may need these more than me the way you keep getting yours taken," he laughed. Stuffing them in the back of my jeans under my t-shirt I thanked him and that I'd keep these very safe.
When we returned, my dad said that they were finished and that we were going to grab dinner out. Pizza on a Wednesday, oh boy. what a treat.
"What about mom?" I asked.
"She's out with her friends from work tonight. With your sister working it's just us. Go wash up and let's go."
Randolph and I dashed to the bathroom where he followed me to the toilet. We quickly peed. He explained that with 3 boys and only one john, they often peed together. He didn't even close the door. We sword fighter our streams and kept our giggles to ourselves with our dads just in the kitchen. Washing our hands I remembered his boxers in my pants. I ran to my room and tossed them in the back of an old notebook on my bookshelf. They'd be safe there.
As we were getting in the car Mr. Pierce turned to Randolph and asked, "How'd that "tool" work out son?"
Looking somewhat embarrassed at me, he sat up tall and proud saying to his father, "Good papa. Real good. It's a nice one too. Thanks."
"Good work boy. I'll have to show you how to really use it someday," Mr. Pierce said as he raked his eyes up and down my body once again. My dick strained at the confines of my jeans.
To Be Continued...
Author's Note: Please remember that an author's only payment is your e-mails. I'm not sure if people have just been too busy to write or if readership has declined. I'm hoping it's the former rather than the latter. I do enjoy hearing from readers so please send your comments to DeansBicha@gmail.com
Please be patient. When I started this story the chapters seemed to write themselves and became more and more detailed. Jamie does lose his virginity in chapter 24. It's coming, along with Dean, hahaha.
A few readers were kind enough to offer punishment suggestions for chapters 34 and 35, probably 36 as well. I'm still looking for new and exciting ways to punish Jamie. Either physical or embarrassing punishments, or both so send in your ideas.