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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Deans Bicha 21
Thursday afternoon
What was my mom doing home a good 15 minutes early? I ducked around back to avoid her seeing me if she should look out her bedroom or bathroom windows. Donny's car was still parked in the lot next door. Ok, what am I going to do? Think, think, think.
I'll wait for Marla and Donny. They know I'm trapped. Will they help me? Maybe I can make it to my bedroom window and climb in. I know! Mom keeps extra towels and sheets in a storage bin in the garage that don't fit into the linen closet. I'll grab a towel, wrap it around me and say that I was just going to shower when Marla and Donny locked my out as a joke. That will work.
Turning toward the garage door I ran smack dab into Donny who was trying not to laugh. "Hey buddy. Forget something?" He asked as he looked down at my naked body. "Looks like you're enjoying yourself," he smirked referring to my boner. Unbelievable. Viagra wasn't around back then but I certainly didn't need it.
Attempting to cover myself I asked what my mom was doing home so early. I forgot on Thursdays she and my aunt go over to my grandmothers and take her out for dinner. She always leave work a little earlier than normal. She had just gotten home and by some miracle I missed running into her as she drove into the garage. Can you imagine how I would have explained that? Donny and Marla were wondering what had happened to me so he came outside to 'get something out of his car'.
He could see I was still partially wet from the hose and wanted to know all the details. I tried to give him just the highlights of sucking Dean and Dale, but ended up telling him everything, including the ball punches which seemed to fascinate him while the watersports grossed him out, and the cousins portion he thought was hysterical. I begged him not to tell Marla about the watersports as I knew she might freak out and probably put and end to everything.
"Let's get you that towel and inside. With luck we can sneak you in to get some clothes," Donny said. He just ignored my suggestion that he go inside and toss some shorts and a t-shirt out of my bedroom window. "One more thing, you can't risk going in like that in case you're caught," he said referring to my stiff one.
I never saw it coming or expected it from him. WHAM. An upper cut to my balls. I dropped to the ground like the proverbial sack of potatoes. "What the fuck?" I gasped.
"That's kinda fun. It looks like it's working," he laughed. True my cock was less rigid but still engorged more than normal. "One more should do," he told me a second before he knelt down next to me and delivered another blow to my boys. "Now it's safe to go inside. I won't say anything about the piss and you don't saying anything to Marla about my 'helping' you get soft either," he said. "Deal?"
"Deal." Later he told me that I had just agreed to let him bust my balls anytime he wanted. I guess he had a little devil in him too.
I couldn't believe Donny had whacked my nuts twice. Seems like everybody is taking turns smacking them around. I hope I can ice them or they're going to be quite sore and swollen in the morning I thought. We headed inside, me wrapped in a towel still rubbing my aching gonads. Mom was still in her bedroom changing which gave me time to get dressed.
Marla came into my room grinning, her hands behind her back. "Here, put this on and go to the kitchen for a drink before you shower. Wait for mom to see you before you go to the bathroom." She held out her right hand with some crumpled white fabric in it. My eyes almost popped out of their sockets as I took my old, worn, and ripped briefs from her. I had forgotten about hiding them in the garage the day my parents made me take them off and throw them away in front of everyone. She obviously found them.
"I can't wear these. Mom told me to throw them out. She'll freak," I begged.
"Better put them on and get into the kitchen before she leaves or you'll suffer more," she threatened. Having agreed to her terms of all or nothing I quickly stepped into the briefs. In my haste I stumbled and ripped the back from the waistband even more. Great, a bigger whole for mom to see. Smiling at me Marla stepped aside and pointed to the kitchen.
I ran to the sink and grabbed a glass of water. Maybe if I didn't face mom she wouldn't notice. Marla and Donny had set up some school project on the kitchen table and sat down. I'm sure they were really waiting to see mom's reaction. We didn't have to wait too long.
Mom came into the kitchen and picked up her purse to leave. "Oh, Hi honey," she said to me.
"Hi mom," I replied between gulps of water.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Just getting some water before I shower."
"Well, you've got less than 15 minutes to get that chicken in the oven so dinner will be ready when your dad gets home. You better do that first young man." 'Young man', I knew I had better listen.
Let me explain. My father was a cook in the service and loved it. He worked part time in a restaurant on weekends. It was more of a hobby for him. He always said the greatest chefs in the world were men. My mom was not a good cook. So dad prepared most of the meals and was showing me how since, like mom, my sister could have cared less. We ate pretty well cause he was very good at it. My cousins did not cause my aunt, mom's sister, was just as bad but my uncle didn't go near the kitchen. We had many a laugh over the years of some of her disastrous meals.
"Ok. I'll get it ready now." Mom started heading for the porch door. I bent down to grab a pan to roast the chicken. I was going to make it without her noticing. Marla's plan had backfired.
"Jamison Elliot? What have you got on?"
Play it cool I told myself. "My underwear. Why? Should I go put some shorts on before I start dinner?"
"I don't care about that," she blasted me. "I do care about WHAT underwear? Aren't those the underpants I told you to throw away the other day? Did you go get them out of the garbage? I buy you new clothes and you continue to dress in old rags. Now get out of those and toss them in this barrel right this instant. And I don't ever want to see you in them again. If you have any more like this for the last time I'm going to tell you: throw them away!" She held out the kitchen garbage barrel. Did she want me to strip in the kitchen. This was de'jevu. I had deemed Marla's plan a failure prematurely.
"Mom, I can't cook in the nude? Let me go get some shorts," I pleaded.
"Yes you can. You're already fully exposed and don't even know it. Now take those rags off immediately," she demanded as she held out the barrel.
I looked down and sure enough, my dickhead had slipped out of the left leg opening. The elastic was stretched out so badly that the leg openings did little to contain my boy parts. Much like the size large new briefs, I was hanging out for all to see.
"Mom," I cried tucking myself back in. A fruitless exercise as mom continued to wait for me to remove my old briefs and throw them in the garbage. Knowing it was a losing battle I did so quickly turning bright red.
"That's better." Picking out a wooden serving spoon from the large jar where they were kept on the counter, mom surprised the shit out me when she delivered five quick smacks to my bare bottom. "That's for disobeying me by wearing those again. You'll get more if it happens again." She walked over to the table and handed the spoon to Donny who was closest. If he acts up again or doesn't get dinner in the oven in time, give him a few more swipes with this."
Walking past me to leave, she kissed my check and said, "Love you honey. Be good now." I stood there stunned. Mom rarely hit us, dad was the disciplinarian. Then she gave Donny and Marla permission to spank me too. Donny's smacking his hand with the spoon brought me back to reality.
"Better get moving on supper," he said. "I'd hate to have to use this on you," he continued with a wide smile on his face. They laughed at me as I flew through the preparations, my dick swinging from side to side as I ran around. I managed to get dinner in the oven with one minute to spare. It would be ready in an hour when dad got home. Phew, I made it.
Just then the phone rang. I answered it and it was dad. He said he was going to the restaurant to cover for one of the prep cooks tonight and wouldn't be home for supper. So much for hurrying I thought. After I hung up and told them, Marla and Donny looked at each other mischievously.
"So Mar, let me tell you what Jamie did after he left here," Donny chuckled. No, he promised he wouldn't say anything. If he does, I tell her he punched my nuts, I bet she'll be mad at him for that by the way she reacted to Jeff hitting me. He actually was kinder than I thought. Not only did he leave out the golden shower he didn't mention that my sack was used as a literal punching bag.
"That's an awful lot of sucking bro? Seems like everyone got two except poor Donny here. I think you should make that up to him now," she directed me. Taking him by the hand we had a repeat performance of their making out while I sucked his cock. This was hardly a punishment.
Somehow preparing supper in the nude didn't cause me to erect. Sucking Donny did. The two of them laughed at me. "He certainly likes doing that, doesn't he?" Marla asked Donny in between kisses. "I'll say. And he's very good at it," he replied. I kept going up and down on his seven inch hard steel rod. I was working his balls with my hands. He was going to pop any minute.
"Let's see how much he really wants it?" Marla said as she pulled me off of his dick. "Jerk off into your hand and just look at Donny, no sucking. You can finish him after you shoot."
I followed her directions and began pumping away, with my left hand the way I normally had done it using just my fingers. Donny made me change to my right fist and go slower. They were making me working harder and longer to achieve my orgasm and get to my prize, which was throbbing inches from my face. Thankfully, I shot off into my left hand after only three minutes. I licked my palm clean before either could tell me as I knew that was expected.
Looking back at Donny's cock still glistening with my spit, I no longer had the rush or desire to suck anymore. They must have known this as Marla grabbed it by the base and waved it at me. "Come on little brother, I know you want it. Don't you? What's the matter? Shoot your load and you're not horny anymore? Well start sucking anyway."
She put her other hand behind my head and guided my mouth to Donny's waiting member. Almost trance like I opened and slid his warm hard dick into my mouth. Marla kept pushing and pushing telling me to swallow as the head of his seven inches was now entering my throat. She held me in place as his curly mass of pubic hairs rubbed against my nose and lips. This was long before manscaping remember.
Swallowing repeatedly to avoid choking I was deep-throating my sister's boyfriend who was moaning in pleasure. My throat muscles messaged his cock for only a short 10-15 seconds before he began to thrust his hips toward me shooting his sperm directly into my esophagus. I pulled off to get some air as he continued to pump a few more blasts into my mouth. Reflecting upon this blowjob later, I came to the revelation that I much preferred guys to cum in my mouth. That way I could feel and taste it much better than in my throat past my tastebuds.
When I sat back on my heels at the edge of the bed, I noticed that once again Donny had been fingering my sister. Did they really have to keep doing that in front of me? They laid there smiling and making out and Marla told me to go shower then set the table. I was at the doorway when she reminded me I was to remain naked.
After showering quickly and drying off I went to the kitchen to set the table in the buff. It was a new experience walking around nude WITH people in the house. I wasn't sure I liked it though. When I did it alone it was a thrill being naughty doing something I wasn't suppose to do. But being ordered was somehow different and I didn't get a boner.
I nearly dropped the plates when Marla told me to set the table for four. I'm surprised I didn't snap my neck as my head whipped around to question her. Smiling she said she invited someone to have dinner with us when I was in the shower. With no amount of pleading on my part would she tell me who was coming or allow me to get dressed.
Fuck! I'd just have to wait and see. Maybe she'd let me dash off to throw on at least a pair of shorts when the guest arrived, I prayed. Suddenly I heard a car pull into our driveway. The person turned off the ignition and got out. My heart was racing so fast I could feel it pounding in my chest. I literally broke out in a cold sweat when Marla told me to answer the backdoor.
I pleaded with Marla to allow me something to wear. Rolling her eyes, she
handed me my same old worn and now even dirtier briefs she pulled out of the garbage. Besides pee, poop, and cum stains they were now spotted with food stains. For a moment I didn't know if being nude was better than wearing these or not. As our mystery dinner guest knocked on the door, I decided being in smelly, disgusting underwear was better than nothing. Luckily I was only semi-hard and rearranged myself so my bits weren't hanging out. I knew they wouldn't stay concealed for long.
Donny laughed whispering loud enough for me to hear, "He doesn't have a hard on, yet." Not that I needed someone to plant the seed in my brain, thanks Donny, I could feel myself chub up some more.
I walked like a doomed man to the door and grasped the handle. With a look over my shoulder in hopes of a last second reprieve, which was met with a wave of a finger indicating to open it, I turned the handle and swung the door open exposing my underwear clad body to whomever was standing there. Having closed my eyes, as if that was going to prevent them from seeing me, I heard the person gasp and say in a distinctive female voice, "Oh my."
Opening my eyes it was difficult to focus as my embarrassment was quickly approaching its zenith. Standing before me was Kathy, Donny's one year younger sister who was also a good friend of my sister. Actually she introduced Marla to Donny. For a second I wasn't sure who was more embarrassed.
By now Marla and Donny were standing behind me. "Hi Kathy. Come on in. Super is almost ready," Marla said.
"Hi sis," Donny said.
Kathy walked past me as I stood there not moving. She looked down at my stuffed briefs and said , "Well, well, well. Looks like your little brother is certainly growing up Marla." I felt my face turn redder than red. I was semi-flaccid opening the door, but felt a stirring below at Kathy's comment. Please stay soft I prayed.
A quick slap with the wooden spoon to my left butt cheek by Donny had me swinging around to face everyone. "Come on, let's eat. Pour the drinks Jamie," he instructed.
Marla served the meal as I poured the drinks, milk for Donny and me, water for the girls. I sat down as quickly as possible hoping that nobody noticed I was now half erect, my dickhead working its way out of my leg opening. There we were sitting down to eat with me in my underpants like it was a normal everyday occurrence. After some small talk among the three of them, Kathy finally asked the 64 thousand dollar question, "Why doesn't Jamie have any clothes on?"
Marla and Donny practically spit their food across the table laughing. My sister explained that I had broken a window in the garage and this was my payment to them for covering it up. In truth last summer I was punished, an old fashioned over the knee spanking, for doing just that as my friends and I played ball too close to the garage after my father had expressly told me to move our game farther back in the field. That story was not as humiliating as the truth and I was somewhat grateful for her lie.
Kathy laughed so hard I thought she was going to cough up a lung. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she asked for some more water. Marls told me to get it.
"Um. I can't right now," I stammered. My dick was at full mast. Looking into my lap, Marla smiled and nodded to Donny who confirmed my predicament.
"Sis. Jamie has a small, or big depending on your view point, problem. I hope you won't be offended. You should be flattered since he didn't have it before you arrived. Come on kid, get the water and face the music," Donny said.
Knowing I was doomed to expose my erection I pushed my chair back and stood up. Kathy was directly across from me and cried out, "Oh My God!" My steel rod poking out and pointed at the sky as I walked over to her and took her glass to refill. Returning to the table, Kathy was holding her napkin over her open mouth as she literally was speechless now.
I sat back down and wanted to crawl under the table. I don't know what they talked about for the next few minutes as I wolfed down my food and tried to block out everything that was happening to me. We finished dinner and I finally looked up from my plate. Donny and Marla were grinning from ear to ear and Kathy was thanking them for a marvelously entertaining dinner.
"Ok boys get to clean up," my sister announced. Donny stood up and grabbed his and his sister's plates. "Come Jaime, let's go," he indicated that I should follow suit. Standing up I whisked Marla and my plates off the table and to the sink in a flash. Unfortunately not fast enough that Kathy didn't get another look at my boner.
Marla and Kathy chit chatted while Donny washed and I dried and put away the dishes. We didn't have a dishwasher and Marla and I normally did those chores, tonight with Donny taking Marla's place. Without looking, I knew that Kathy's eyes were permanently fixed on my dick. I heard one of them make a comment about me having a built in towel rack followed by lots of laughter, including Donny. I wanted to die.
With the kitchen cleaned I thought I could escape to my room. Of course that was not on the agenda. Marla told me to follow her, Donny, and Kathy into the living room where they all sat on the sofa and I went to sit in my chair. Before I got there, Marla said, "Jamie, Please stand over here."
My erection had not faded one ounce since dinner and was entirely exposed out of my small, worn, no longer tight nor white briefs. She continued, "I think it is very rude of you to embarrass our guest. You should apologize."
Is she kidding me? She and Donny knew I constantly got boners when I'm embarrassed and they were the ones who put me in this position. Now I was expected to apologize because she is embarrassed! I knew better than to argue and turned to Kathy, "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you tonight."
"No. That is NOT an apology," Marla corrected me.
"Kathy, I'm sorry I embarrassed you tonight."
"Better. But you need to say exactly how you embarrassed her," Marla ordered.
God I was going to have to say it. Turning to Kathy I mumbled, "Sorry I was in my underwear tonight and you got embarrassed."
"And?" Marla prompted.
Giving her a questioning look Donny jumped in the conversation and was more blunt, "Say you're sorry for having a boner dude."
Oh My God. Really? "Well," my sister asked.
Once again facing Kathy I stood there clenching my fists with my hard dick visible to all as I attempted to appease Marla and Donny, "Sorry I had a... that I had an erec... that I was hard."
The three of them burst onto gales of laughter. "Bro, you still ARE hard," Marla added.
"I know how to make it go away," Donny interjected. I shot him a look which was part NO, part begging, and part desperation. "A spanking."
I started to breathe again. Honestly I didn't think my nuts could withstand any more crushing punches today. A spanking seemed like the lesser of punishments. That was until Donny pulled me over his lap and grabbed the wooden spoon my mom had handed him when she left. Where did that come from I wondered as I was laying across his lap with my ass barely covered by a thin dingy piece of single layer cotton.
"Who wants to go first?" he asked.
"I think Kathy since he embarrassed her the most," Marla answered. "But first..." She never finished the actual sentence as she gripped my briefs by the stretched waistband and pulled them down my legs and off. They actually got stuck on my hard cock and she had to pull even more to get them off. I was now bare assed naked, hard, lying on Donny's lap awaiting a spanking. This was beyond humiliating.
Donny handed Kathy the spoon and told her to "have a go at his backside." Now Kathy wasn't used to giving teenage boys, or anyone for that matter, a whipping with a wooden serving spoon. Her hits weren't that strong, though I felt each one.
After the 10th one, Marla stopped Kathy. "Kathy, you're being much too nice. Donny, show your sister how it's done." Donny proceeded to give me 20 very firm smacks making me cry out begging for it to stop. Handing the spoon back to Kathy she started again for another 10 but still couldn't get it right to the satisfaction of Marla. Yeah, right.
"Here, let me show you," Marla offered. Standing over me Marla whipped my butt another 20 times. I was full out crying by now. I knew my ass was probably bright red and would be quite sore. "Now, give him 20 the proper way and really teach him a lesson."
Kathy finally got into the spirit and these 20 were the worst. In truth, probably Donny's were harder considering his strength, but on an emotional level getting spanked by Kathy was the most challenging.
Standing me back up, I wiped my eyes knowing I couldn't rub my butt to ease the pain. Through my tears I saw Marla and Donny shaking their heads. My dick hadn't softened at all. "Well, it looks like that didn't work. He's still hard. Only one last thing to do little brother. Give it a wank."
At this point I knew I'd be jerking off in front of the three of them though it still came as a shock. Just like Dean, when I took too long to follow an order, Donny gave my 5 more whacks with the spoon. I wrapped my hand around my hard cock and began pumping away.
Kathy was in shock, but then so was I. Her mouth gapped open as I stood in the living room stark naked and slowly began rubbing a load out. In order to make me go faster Donny started slapping my butt with the serving spoon in time with my stroking rhythm. "You know what to do Jamie," my sister directed me as she could see me approaching blast off. Moving my other hand under my cock head the first shot flew past it and landed on the carpet. The rest puddled in my palm.
PLEASE. Please I screamed in my head. Don't make me lick it up. Looking at Marla she simply nodded indicting what I was to do next. Bringing my hand up to my mouth I lapped it up and swallowed my spunk. Kathy stood there covering her mouth in disbelief.
"Good job Jamie. Now that was a proper apology," Marla said. I was in a fog for the next few minutes as Marla and Kathy walked into the kitchen. Donny told me to go wash my face then come and say goodbye. Thank heavens Kathy had to leave right after I finished as she had a big report due the next day for history class. "It was really, really nice SEEING you Jamie. Don't worry, I won't say anything to anyone at school. Though if I did, it would be flattering to you this time."
For the first time since opening the door, I looked her in the eyes and mumbled, "Thanks." Kathy thanked Marla and said she'd see Donny at home then left.
Thursday Night
Sitting naked at the kitchen table doing my homework was a new experience. Marla said I couldn't get dressed until mom or dad came home and not a minute before. Thankfully, being almost the end of the school year I didn't have much homework. Concentrating on it was difficult when your junk is exposed and your butt is throbbing, but at least my hard-on was gone.
Moving into the living room to watch TV was a whole new adventure. No matter how many times I ran around nude when nobody was home, I never just sat and watched TV. We all had our "spots" in which to sit (much like Sheldon on The Big Bang Theory). Though tonight I was ordered to sit on the sofa between the two of them. By now it should be no surprise that I started to erect.
Donny noticed first and started fondling himself thru his jeans. He told me to get on the floor between his legs as he and my sister began making out. Next thing I know, I'm sucking his dick for the third time today as he's got his hand inside her panties bringing her to orgasm three times. I wish guys could cum like that.
It took over a half an hour for him to blow his wad down my throat as I missed the entire sitcom that was on television. This was way better than TV any day. Still sucking the last few pearly white drops of nectar from his cock, we all jumped when we heard my mom's garage door opening. I flew to my room to get dressed as they rearranged their clothes. Phew! Made it. My face might have been flushed, but I was dressed (if you call briefs and a t-shirt clothed as per Marla and Donny's orders) sitting in my chair when she came in the house.
Mom gave me a strange look and commented, "Looks like you're taking after your father and lounging around in your underwear now."
I couldn't tell if it was a question or statement so I just shrugged and said, "I'm going to bed soon. Is it ok?" I wasn't sure what I wanted for an answer, Yes or No.
"As long as you're comfortable honey. I don't want my kids to have hang ups about their bodies," she smiled at me. "But I don't want to see you in those ratter-tattered ones again," she warned me.
"Aww. They're comfortable. And you just said..."
"Mrs. P." Donny interrupted. "You know guys are starting to wear more than white briefs. (Really untrue in 1974 with the rare exception of some colored briefs. Or so I thought based on the boys in gym class.) Marla and I are going shopping Sunday afternoon. Maybe we can bring Jamie and help him pick our some different underwear, more stylish. He'd probably be more at ease with us than his mom. No offense."
"None taken," she laughingly replied. "Well... I just bought him new briefs. But if you think something more stylish would be better. Ok. If it's not too much trouble."
"No problem at all. We're happy to help," Donny offered, barely keeping the smile from his face.
"Sure mom. Can't have the kid be a total dork all his life," my sister said before sticking her tongue out at me.
I playfully stuck mine back. They obviously have something up their sleeves. What did they mean? More Stylish Underwear? This might not be good. And would Dean even allow me to wear it?
Regardless, I went to bed shortly after that. I was a pretty tired from all the cocksucking I did. Lying in bed I reflected on the day: Richard at school - twice; Donny when we got home from school; Jeff and Matt in backyard - twice each; Dean and Dale at their house - twice each; Cousins Boy14 and Boy10; Donny before supper; and Donny again just now before bed. That's 1, 2, 3,...14, 15! Did I really suck and swallow 15 loads of ball juice today? And from 1, 2, 3,...8 different cocks. Incredible!
Whoa, cocks #12 and #13 were to Dean and Dale's cousins, Boy14 and Boy10. That in and of itself was no big deal, I had sucked off unknown boys before at the fair. What was more troubling was the fact they mentioned having a bicha of their own for 2 1/2 years. I'd be 16 by then. Would I still be their bicha-faggot?
Turns out when we connected with the cousins in a few weeks time, I got to meet their bicha. His name is Ian Archer and he's 16 1/2 himself. He, like myself, is older than either cousin and was 14 when he became Boy14's bicha. What struck me the most about him was the fact he wasn't allowed any hair below his neck. Not even on his legs or arms or underarms. It looked a little odd though it made him look younger too.
He actually won a ball pulling contest between the two of us and was rewarded with the opportunity to fuck me. He pounded my ass that day like a man possessed, but I'm getting ahead of myself and will tell you more about that later on in the story.
I stroked myself off using my right hand and exploded sending cum up to my shoulder blade and all down my chest. Even though I brushed my teeth before saying good night, I scooped it up with my fingers and fed it to myself. I fell asleep with a smile on my face and a stomach full of baby makers.
To Be Continued...
Author's Note: A little preview of what's to come, besides Dean and Dale, hahaha. How interesting: A bicha fucking another bicha. Though both will be very humiliated by it. By the way I have the chapters 36-39 outlined, that probably won't be until chapter 40 at the earliest so stayed tuned.
We're getting closer to Chapter 24, Jamie loses his anal virginity.