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 24 Saturday Afternoon Jamie's Big Day.
Dean pulled me up from my nap. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes I looked at my watch and it was just past 1:30. Whoa. I had slept for almost an hour and a half. Of course, what does every boy have to do upon waking up but take a piss.
I asked to go and Dean held out another empty soda bottle and directed me to pee in it. Being bladder shy it took my a bit to go. Then Dean and Dale added their own. I was about to ask why I had to collect it, but thought better of it. I guess I was learning not to question them. I know my balls appreciated not getting whacked for asking, even though I knew I had punishment punches coming.
"Strip bicha," Dean barked out.
Kicking off my sneakers and socks I pulled off my t-shirt and shorts. Dean rubbed his hand above my dick feeling my stubble growing back. "Mmm. I think we might have to give you a shave today."
"Please. Don't. It's going to take a while to grow back and I don't want to go to school next year shaved." I was actually surprised Dean listened to me until he grabbed my nuts and squeezed tightly. My hands wrapped around his in a vain attempt to ease the pain.
"Attention." I tried to stand up straight with my arms at my sides. A rather difficult task when someone is crushing your balls. I managed enough to satisfy him.
"Listen to me bicha. You are NEVER going to have pubes again. You WILL go to school next year bald. I don't give a shit what you tell the kids in gym class. That's your problem. I have an idea but I'm still working all the details out. Trust me, I will make it happen." He gave an extra squeeze then released me. I knew not to try and rub the pain away and stood still.
To tell the truth, I was in shock at his reaction. My mind started working overtime about how I would survive gym glass next year. Fuck me. Maybe I can get Dale to help me. A long shot, but right now the only chance I had. That was until I looked over where he stood shaking his head as if to say, "Just do what he wants or suffer the consequences." My heart sunk a little.
"Ok bicha. We have a busy afternoon before the main event tonight. First, you owe the four of us 3 blowjobs each, plus penalty punches. That's 12 blowjobs and 8 punches. You may have to pay those off throughout the day and tonight. Second, we have to set up our tent at the creek. Third, all our gear and supplies need to be brought in. Fourth, you have to be prepped. Shaved and Cleaned inside and out. Fifth, you need to be punished for camping out last night with Robby with our asking us. Bad bicha. Good thing your dad said you could camp out with us tonight or you could have kissed your balls goodbye."
Fuck, they knew about Robby. But how? Pretty simple actually. Dean and Dale had knocked on our door looking for me and my dad told them I was napping in the tent after camping out last night. Good thing I talked with Robby last night while playing Connect Four. He and I agreed if they contacted or saw him to tell them that I sucked him off once last night and we jerked off this morning. We came up with a simple but believable story. I was concerned that they would try and turn him into a bicha too, but he said not to worry. We were not going to mention anything about farmboy Raymond or the kids in Glaston.
He continued, "Jeff and Matt won't be able to be here till later around 5:30. Dale talked with your dad and said we came to get you to set up for tonight. Put your sneakers on and let's go," he said as he stood and pulled back the tent flap. I didn't like wearing sneakers without socks. Socks? Was that all I was concerned about? What about the fact I had nothing else on? I shoved my feet into my sneaks and stepped outside.
I glanced over my shoulder around the tent checking for my parents. I didn't make a habit of walking around nude with my parents home. The humiliation of the situation started to take its predictable effect on me. Thankfully, my dick only filled out and didn't erect totally.
For the next hour the three of us set up the tent, hauled the stuff, which included two sealed boxes that Dean said were "toys" for tonight, and got an ice chest stuffed with food and drinks lugged out back. I was impressed that they helped me and we really worked as a team. Whatever, we got it done and took a break for something to eat and drink. Other than being naked, they treated me pretty normally.
"Ok bicha (I guess normal is over) good job done. Let's get you shaved and cleaned inside and out." Dale had taken the bottles of my and Robby's pee to their house. The one I had filled was in my garage attic so I couldn't get that with my parents home. Dean said he made plans in case I screwed up with Rule #10 and brought out more pee filled bottles. He marched me in the bathroom and told me to get into the tub. Kicking off my shoes, I was instructed to wait.
Dean and Dale moved away so I could hear only an occasional word or phrase. "Time..." "Later..." "Safe..." "Little..." "Punishment..." "Dad..." What were they talking about?
"Ok bicha change of plans. Because of time we're going to allow you to keep your pubes, for now. We have more important things to do. Did you take a dump today?"
"Yes, this morning."
"Good. Get down on all fours. We need to clean you out completely. We don't want your shit on our dicks when we FUCK you tonight," he said with a mile wide smile.
"What!" I exclaimed. "You said you weren't going to do that until school got out." I was panicking a bit. More than a bit, a lot. A huge lot.
That's the punishment price you pay for having an unapproved sleep over and not inviting us. Right bro?" he asked Dale. "Yup."
Pointing his finger he barked out, "Down bicha."
Not knowing what was going to happen I quickly got in place. I didn't want to piss him off anymore than he already was. Ok, piss was a bad choice of words.
"Ever had an enema boy?" By the confused look on my face they could tell I wasn't sure what an enema was and started laughing. Dale held up a rubber hot water bottle with a long thin white hose attached. The other end had a skinny plastic thing about 4 inches long with holes in it. Meanwhile Dean had unscrewed a piss filled bottle and had a funnel in is hands. Between the two of them they poured some pee into the hot water bottle.
Dean took great pleasure in explaining exactly how enemas work: from insertion of the nozzle, filling me up, the waiting, the cramping, to the final explosive release. This did not sound pleasant at all. Using some lube on the nozzle Dean teased all around my asshole before expertly inserting it. The feeling wasn't so bad with it being so thin. The bag was clipped onto the shower curtain rod. I guess the higher the bag, the faster the water, or pee in my case, traveled up my butt.
"Ready, set, go," Dean shouted as Dale released the clamp keeping the urine trapped. Within seconds I could feel the cold disgusting old piss filling my anal cavity. "Oohhh," I cried out. As more and more pee rushed in, the discomfort level rose. It wasn't long before I was begging for them to "STOP." Dean kept reminding me to hold it in and I could only let it out when he said so. For every spurt that escaped I would endure another punishment worse than the ball busting or spankings I normally received.
Tears were streaming down my face after one minute. Dean told me to squeeze my cheeks together as he pulled out the nozzle. Thankfully, I was allowed to expel it into the toilet. One squirt of putrid liquid came out as I stood up but I made it to the toilet safely after that. The sound and smell were beyond gross. Dale flushed the toilet with me still sitting on it as my bowels continued to empty.
A quick spray from the hand held shower to rinse off my butt and the second round was very similarly played out, minus the early release squirt. Oh god, how much more are they going to do I thought. Dale read my mind and informed me that we'd keep going until I was running clear. How I prayed that was fast.
"Well, running clear AND we've gotten all the information from him we can," Dean said.
Information? What information? Turns out being forced to hold in cold piss enemas was a very effective method to extract secrets from someone. At the 5 minute mark of the the third enema I told them about farmboy Raymond and the boys in Glaston. I lasted 7 minutes in the fourth enema before I admitted sucking Donny. Despite my pleading there was nothing else, Dean wasn't satisfied until I caved in minute 10 of the fifth enema to reveal Richard was sucking his brother's dicks. Now I'd be found dead at school for sure.
The sixth and final enema was a "short" 8 minutes while he lectured me about being honest and truthful in the future. I was "running clean" after that one. The whole process took over an hour and I was exhausted, sweaty, tired, and ready to collapse.
Dean said it was important to stay hydrated after that many cleaning outs. He handed me one of the last bottles of piss and told me to drink up. I don't know if it was from sheer exhaustion or if I had been completely broken but I raised the bottle to my mouth. Before I could drink, Dale pulled it away and said to his brother, "He needs water. We don't have time for him to get used to drinking our stale piss. Let's save it for another day."
Dale then proceeded to fill an empty bottle with water and gave it to me. It had been filled with pee but it was 99.9% water and I chugged it down. As I was drinking Dale's word popped into my head, "Let's save it for another day." The bathtub golden showers I received a few days ago were not to be my last.
The boys stripped down and joined me in the shower to "supervise" and directed the powerful jets of water at my sore butthole and unprotected balls several times. Once they were satisfied I was clean enough they quickly dried themselves. What happened next perplexed me to the max as Dean took great pleasure in drying me off. He rubbed every inch of my body with a nice soft fluffy towel. I wasn't expecting such nice treatment and boned up immediately. I looked at his face and realized he was getting off on this. Very Interesting. I averted my eyes forward when he looked at me.
Stepping away from me, Dean whispered something to Dale who looked unsure but nodded his agreement and went upstairs. Dean came back and took me by the hand over to his bed where he had me lie down. I was instructed to close my eyes and not look as they set somethings up. I heard Dale tell his younger but more evil brother we had just over an hour before the Archers were coming to the campsite.
A few minutes later I felt someone climb on the bed and lie next to me and start rubbing my body from head to toe. "Just enjoy bicha," Dean softy said. What was going on? Before I could process any more, Dean was now snuggling right up next to me and caressing me. He took my hands, which were by my sides, and pulled them around him. "Go with it bicha. I know you want this."
I did want this. At 13 I didn't know about foreplay or romance but this felt fantastic. This was getting horny and pleasing each other. WTF I thought. My eyes snapped open when Dean moved his body on top of mine and nuzzled his face in my neck giving me soft kisses. I almost shot my load when he began pecking around my face eventually landing on my mouth where we shared a long kiss. Damn! Is this really happening?
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Dale approaching with an 8mm camera. This was being recorded. OMG! My first thought was Fuck a sex video with evidence of my homosexuality.
Eventually Dean crawled up me and shoved his hard dripping dick at my mouth. Opening wide I brought my head up to take him in. He scooted forward some more and began a gentle face fucking. I was rubbing my hands over his entire body, something previously not allowed and I was loving it.
After a few minutes Dean pulled out and worked his way back down my torso until he was directly behind my butt. Lifting my legs on his shoulders he said, "Ok bicha. It's time. I want to capture this moment forever. Look over at Dale and say very clearly, 'Fuck me please' and smile while you do it," he instructed.
As I did so Dean grabbed a bottle of lube from god only knows where and liberally applied it to my hole and his cock. Dale went around back and got down for a better angle as Dean rested his dickhead at the entrance to my hole.
"Tell me you want this bicha."
I was so hot and horny I practically shouted, "Yes, please Dean. Fuck me. Fuck me now."
His smile was so bright it lit up the room. Ever so gently (surprisingly) Dean pushed his 4 inch dick into my ass. We locked eyes the entire time. When he was planted balls deep he asked, "Is it good bicha?"
Having once again lost my voice I nodded yes. It was an amazing experience and one I'll never forget. Maybe because he wasn't too big, or because I was so horny, or because he knew what he was doing I never experienced any pain as my virginity was taken away. Dean remained still for a minute or two just moving his hips sideways allowing me to adjust to the intruder. Then with purposeful strokes the fucking began in earnest.
Dean withdrew and re-entered. Over and over again he thrust into me. Faster and faster he pounded. "Oh Jamie. Oh Fuck. Your ass feels incredible. Oh Jamie," he kept moaning over and over as he ravaged my hole. Dean wasn't just fucking me, he was actually making love to me. I took note of his using my name not bicha too. Then he leaned down and pressed his body against mine as he planted another long kiss on my mouth. After a few minutes of sucking face Dean straitened back up and began rapid fire fucking me.
Dale had come to the front to capture my face and a top view of the assault. Dean shifted his weight and something inside me jumped. "Ah, I think I found it," he remarked. Relentlessly he continued to hit that spot in my butthole causing me pleasure I didn't know existed. My dick was harder than it's ever been. Reaching for it, Dean slapped my hands away and picked up speed. Throwing my head back and screaming out I had the first hands free cum of my life as my prostate was bombarded by Dean's perfect cock.
"Nice Jamie. I'm so proud of you," Dean told me as I came down from my high. My tightening ass muscles made him blow his wad up my butt. Trademark Dean, he pulled out and moved around to shove his cum covered cock in my mouth. Before I could react, Dean told me a good bicha always cleans any cock that was just up its ass. He called it "Ass-To-Mouth, ATM" for short. As grossed out as I was by his dirty dick being covered in his cum and my ass slime, I was still high enough I swallowed his cock and began cleaning it with my tongue.
Dale stopped recording and we rested for a few minutes until he said, my turn and handed the camera to Dean. Dale repositioned me on all fours and kneeled behind me. His lubed dick is bigger and thicker and caused a little discomfort as he slid into my now deflowered ass. "Oh, bro. You sure know how to pick them. He's nice and tight." Dean was recording from all angles. Unbelievably Dale had pretty good staying power for a 13 year old and lasted almost 10 full minutes pounding my hole. My dick had filled again though I didn't cum a second time. Like his brother, when he finished, he withdrew and presented me with his dick to clean.
"This never happened bicha. When the Archers get here, you'll pretend that you're still a virgin. Got it?"
"Yes Dean."
"You did very, very good bicha. You took it like a champ. I'll tell you what. As a reward for doing so well and for keeping quiet about everything that happened here (I think he was more referring to his kisses and kindness not the actual fucking) I promise we won't shave your pubes again."
"Really? You're not going to make me shave them myself are you," I quickly added.
Laughing Dean told me, "No bicha. We won't shave them, Jeff and Matt won't shave them, and we won't make you shave them either."
"Thank-you. Thank-you. Thank-you." I didn't know whether to believe him or not but he sounded sincere. I don't think he wanted Jeff to know about the cuddling and kisses he gave me either. No matter what happened, I was going to have pubes when I returned to school. I just hoped that he wouldn't change his mind as some form of punishment later.
"The Archers should be here soon. Let's get out back," Dean ordered. The three of us marched out to out campground awaiting Jeff and Matt. Within 5 minutes I could see some people heading our way. "Guys, it looks to be four people coming this way." I didn't know if it was Matt and Jeff with two others or four totally different boys. Dean and Dale just smiled never saying a word. They were going to make me squirm.
As they approached I recognized Matt and Jeff but not the other two boys who were older, probably 17 or 18. Before I had the chance to question what was going on, Dean told me that last night Jeff and Matt were teased by their older cousins about not being old enough to "get any" other than from their own hands. Jeff finally had had enough and said that they were getting daily blowjobs from a kid they knew. Tonight I was going to get the chance to prove Jeff right. If I didn't cooperate, Dean would let them have a go at my ass too.
My mouth hung open in shock as the four Archer boys approached the campsite. Everyone was dressed except me. My red face and hard cock were on display for the world to see.
"Whoa. Look what we have here. Seems you weren't bullshitting us cuz," one of the cousins said to Jeff. Matt kinda gave me an eye roll as if to say "sorry" but made no attempt to prevent the inevitable.
Introductions were made. The cousins were twins John Steven Archer and Brian Charles Archer, 17 almost 18 years old and graduating with my sister and Donny. Actually Brian Charles graduated mid-year and was already working construction for their dad until he went to college. You could easily tell them apart as John Steven had wavier hair that went to his shoulders. Brian Charles had straight hair which was a few inches longer. John Steven was the more wild of the two and Brian Charles the more scholarly. Their sister Cathy Ann was in my grade and even a gay boy like me thought she was very pretty and I liked to be around her.
Smiling ear to ear, Jeff began to undress and said, "Let's get started. I missed yesterday so I'm ready to bust a nut in his mouth." Everyone, including Matt laughed. Everyone except me, the sucker that is.
"Hold up. He's my bicha. I go first. After all I found him and am providing him for tonight," Dean informed the Archers. Despite being 6 years younger than Jeff's cousins they deferred to him.
"On your knees bicha." Seeing the confused looked on John Steven (JS) and Brian Charles (BC) faces he explained that bicha meant faggot in Portuguese. Another round of laughter at my expense. Now naked too, Dean presented me with his dick and shoved it down my throat and began an assault the likes of which I had never experienced. I guess he was either making for the tenderness earlier or showing off for the older boys, or both.
I never moved from that spot for the next 30 minutes as I proceeded to suck each and every cock there and swallow load after load after load. All six horny boys shot their baby makers in my mouth and ordered me to eat them all up like a good little bicha. Humiliated or not, I was rock hard the entire time, which did not go unnoticed. Dean instructed me to remain kneeling and jerk off. Without waiting for orders, I licked my hand clean to roaring laughter and crude comments of the Archers, Matt included.
Now Round One had been blowjobs only. Dean, followed by Jeff, then JS, BC, Matt, and finally Dale. JS jack hammered my face with such force I thought he was going to break my nose as his pubic hair smashed into my face. His dick was the biggest of the night at 7 inches and much thicker than anybody else too. He loved hearing me choke and gag when it was nestled in its entirety down my throat. His big swinging balls slapped my chin on every forward thrust and worked up a sizable load. Thankfully he shot off in my mouth so I could enjoy the taste of his man cream, some of which escaped the corners of my mouth.
BC had a good 7 inches but was just a tad bit slimmer, both in dick and body size. He was not as rough as his brother, but still gave my mouth and throat a workout. He lasted the longest of all six boys while they cheered him on. Finally after almost 10 minutes (I think he could have gone longer had the others not been getting restless) he blasted my tonsils with his spunk. Something about him made him more attractive to me, so I gave him my best tongue action.
We rested and had something to eat and drink before Dean announced Round Two. "Who is ready to take this to the next level? I was planning on holding off until school got out, but I think now is the perfect time to teach this bitch exactly what being a good bicha is all about."
Jeff was the first to respond, "you mean corn hole him in the cornfields?"
Even I had to chuckle at that as the others practically fell on the ground laughing so hard. "Yes, but I'm going first. After that you all can go in size order so he's always nice and tight for the next guy." Turning to JS and BC he said, "Hope you guys are ok with going last."
JS said sure then asked Dean if he'd ever fucked anybody before. Dean seemed a little defensive, not because of what we had done earlier, but because he had had another bicha before in his old neighborhood. JS and BC were both impressed with Dean and hadn't really given the 11 year old credit where credit was due.
Following Dean (who was bigger than Jeff and almost Matt's size), from smallest to largest was Jeff, Matt, Dale, BC, then JS. (I don't know to this day why everybody always called the cousins by their first and middle names but they did). Round Two began with Dean lubing my ass up with his fingers then telling everybody that no more would be needed as the next guy could just use the guy's cum in front of him. That earned a few disgusted comments though that is exactly the way it played out.
As Dean slipped into me he leaned over my back and whispered, "a good old fashioned gangbang should teach you not to mess around with Robby or anybody else without my permission. This is one punishment I'm going to love giving you." Part of me wanted to cry while another part of me was excited and Dean pointed out my boner to everyone, just adding to my humiliation. Could my butt take six fuckings in a row? That would be 8 in total today. My asshole would be wrecked for sure. I tried not to think about it and hoped and prayed each would be short even though everyone had just cum down my throat. Dean told me later in our sleeping bag that he really got off on having the all the guys "using" me.
Dean plowed into me quickly. The invasion was nothing like before and the pain was intense. Screaming out he stuffed his dirty underwear into my mouth. He played it up big time telling the guys how tight I was and how happy he was to be taking my cherry. When he finished, he moved around front and shoved his slimy cum covered dick into my mouth after removing his briefs. "Eewwws" and "Gross" came from the Archers. He instructed the others to ATM me too as all good bichas should do that.
Jeff kept saying "oh god" over and over the entire time. He was so thrilled he lasted only two short minutes and took a lot more teasing from his cousins. Matt made our secret chipmunk face and I shook my head No slightly to tell him I was ok. He thanked me when he pulled out and was hesitant to ATM me but did so at Dean's encouragement.
Dale pushed in slowly till he bottomed out. Then he pulled all the way out and repeated. He continued to do this only faster and faster. It was quite the experience getting punched by his dick over and over, harder and harder, faster and faster until he erupted. Even JS and BC congratulated him on a job well done. I cleaned his dick and watched BC approach.
Brian Charles never said a word. He inserted his boner in my butt and began a nice fucking rhythm. Not too fast, not too slow, just right. I felt like Goldilocks. He actually smiled warmly at me when he had me clean his cock. He withdrew from my mouth and tapped me on the cheek affectionally. I thought how I'd love to be with him again.
John Steven was at the ready even before his brother pulled himself from my mouth. JS slammed into me with tremendous force sending my body forward. He pulled me back onto his throbbing prick by my hips and began an all out assault. About half way through he pulled my torso upright and then placed his hands under my thighs slowly lifting my body off the ground. He was now standing himself with me impaled on his dick. Lifting me up by my legs he allowed me to drop my full weight back onto his raging penis. "This is how you fuck a faggot boys." With wide eyes they all cheered him on until he deposited his sperm in my ass.
JS somehow managed to lie on his back having never removed my ass from surrounding his dick. He used my ass cheeks to force me to do a few squats over his slowly shrinking member. Of course this position caused a lot of the 6 cum loads (5 really since Jeff was still dry) to run out of my hole onto his genitals. "Lick it up bitch. I don't want everybody's spunk on my cock and balls. Be sure to get each and every drop." I did so wondering what it would be like for the 6 of them to cum in a glass and make me drink it. Now I know something is wrong with me I thought.
As I was cleaning JS, Dean came up from behind and pulled apart my ass to show just how stretched out my hole was. Then without warning he shoved a butt plug (from one of his "toy" boxes we brought) up my hole "to keep me lubricated" for next time. NEXT TIME? Please no. By now I was becoming aware of how much my asshole was suffering.
Another food and beverage break and the guys were ready to go again. JS and BC had to leave to meet some friends and asked if they could go first. Dean said it didn't matter now since I was probably opened up as I was ever going to be. Famous last words.
The cousins tossed a coin and JS won the right to fuck me first. Back on my knees (Dean was kind enough to place a pillow down) JS got into position. With lighting speed he yanked out the butt plug and as spunk started to flow down my taint he rubbed his dickhead in it to use as lube then jabbed into me. I was so shocked it knocked the wind out of me. Trying to take a huge breath of air proved difficult as BC was now in front of me and rammed his cock into my mouth cutting off all air. "This boys, is how you spit roast a queer," JS beamed. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the expression on Dean's face that said I knew that. He probably did too. However, Matt's and Jeff's jaws dropped.
The cousins spit roasted me for a good 12-15 minutes. One would slow down until the other would catch up. They wanted to cum at the same time and eventually did inject Archer cum into me at both ends. JS didn't make me clean his cock. Instead he wiped it clean on my face. "Boys, that was great. We need to do that again. Have fun but we gotta split." The cousins dressed and said their goodbyes. As they headed out, Brian Charles turned back to me and said, "You still owe me one kid." Smiling at me he winked and walked away.
Jeff couldn't hold out any longer and went next. "Hey look. Bicha is hard. What a perv." I don't know why I was embarrassed. They all knew what I was and how I got off on this type of treatment. He again didn't last 2-3 minutes before firing off blanks. Matt slipped in next followed by Dale. Each presenting their dirty dicks to be cleaned. Dean uncharacteristically, I thought, went last. "Ooohhh. Now this is one sloppy cunt on the fag," he shouted out as he delivered a short but powerful fucking. I figured out how much he loved having his dick covered in everyone else's spunk when he didn't have me clean it off. "Let's eat. I'm starving," he said allowing his cum stick to dry. His dick was coated with his and the loads of 4 boys before him.
Once again I was told to wank and eat up as they got food out of the cooler. As we sat around eating, all of us still naked, the reality of what happened sank in. I was gang banged by 6 boys and took 13 fuckings today. Holy Shit! My butthole may have been sore but I was really proud of myself.
To Be Continued...
--- Author's Note: Well there it is. Jamie lost his anal virginity in a BIG way. I hope it was worth the wait. We also saw another side of Dean. Please let me know what you think.
Spoiler Alert: There will be an interesting plot twist in the next few chapters.