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 fictional. 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 safely today.
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DeansBicha25
Saturday Evening
Staying naked until the next morning, we sat around just talking regular boy stuff and eating all the goodies Mrs. Soarer made for us. It was all normal except the nude part. Maybe that was more normal than I thought too. Who knows?
I was not the only one hard that night as the teenage and preteen hormones were raging. We all popped boners at one point or another. Eventually Jeff asked about another round of blowjobs before we went to sleep. Everyone, including myself which shows just how much of a sicko I had become, thought it was a great idea though I didn't say so.
"Good idea Jeff. But first we have some punishment punches for missing them yesterday," Dean said with an evil glint in his eyes. "Get over here bicha. Lie down on your back with your hands behind your head and your legs spread. Now don't move!" I reluctantly got into position.
"Guys, we need to teach bicha a good lesson. So let's make these count. Not too hard, we don't want to damage anything permanently." With that said, Dean proceeded to give me a closed fisted punch to my unprotected balls. "But not too soft either," he explained as he delivered a second gut wrenching blow.
Fighting back tears I prayed I could endure 8 nut crushing punches. Jeff went next and rapid fired two vicious jabs with his fists practically driving my balls up inside me. Dean quickly admonished Jeff for being too hard. Wow, that's really nice I thought until he directed Jeff to do them again only correctly this time. Before I knew what happened, Jeff pounded my balls twice more. Fuck, I was in agony.
"Matt, you're next," Dean said. Matt wasn't going to go until Dean and Jeff reminded him that I was nothing more than a faggot and fags love punishments. With reluctance, Matt punched my balls twice softly, which still hurt. Dean told him to go again cause he was letting me get off easily otherwise. Matt's second two (my 9th and 10th) had me rolling around in pain. Somewhere in the process Dale had shoved Dean's piss stained briefs into my mouth to prevent me from screaming.
Dale didn't wait for his brother's instructions. He moved into place and smashed his fists into my sore, red balls: right, left, right, left. The speed with which they were delivered more than made up for their lack of power. Dean and Jeff were still quite impressed.
"Well bicha. Since everybody else gave you 4, I should too." Dean kneeled down between my legs and wrapped his left hand around my junk squeezing my balls to the bottom of my sack. They were angry red from the punishment thus far. Smiling sadistically Dean smashed his fist into my boys. With nowhere to escape they took the full force. I thought I was going to pass out. I thought my balls had exploded when he delivered his last, my 16th nut punch.
"Listen up bicha. I don't like to punish you like this but you have to learn. You're to do what I say from now on. And only what I say. Got it?" he asked as he began slapping my gonads repeatedly. "Yes Dean, anything. Please stop," I begged after spitting out his briefs.
"Mestre. From now on you call me Mestre. It means Master. Got that bicha?" He asked slapping my nuts several more times. "Yes Mestre," I shouted. With one last open handed slap he released my junk. I didn't know if they would ever work again.
The next batch of blowjobs ended with Matt going last. Dean had whispered in my ear not to swallow it. After all the guys were satisfied we crawled into our sleeping bags. Jeff asked Dean if he was going to have me jerk off. "No, I don't think they would even work right now," causing everyone to laugh.
Jeff asked why Dean and I were sleeping together with our bags combined. "So I can use the bicha in the night if I get horny," Dean laughed.
With the lanterns turned off and being in the cornfields away from houses it was totally dark inside the tent. Even after our eyes adjusted I couldn't see the Archer boys who were on the other side of Dale who was next to us and he was barely visible. Dean took this opportunity to snuggle up against me whispering directly into my ear, "I'm very proud of you Jamie. You took your punishments well."
Jamie? What was up with that? Surely he couldn't be showing his "nicer" side with Jeff and Matt only feet away from us. Either one could turn on a flashlight or lantern at any second. Apparently Dean was taking the risk as he pulled me on top of him and shoved his tongue in my mouth. By now Matt's cum had mixed with a considerable amount of my spit which flowed into Dean's eager mouth. He lapped it up like a dog eating its last meal.
When Dean was satisfied he had swallowed all of Matt's load he rolled me off of him and squeezed my bruised and battered nuts firmly in his right hand. I leaned into his ear and said, "Our secret," in the softest of voices. He released his grasp and patted my sore balls three times and curled up to me and went to sleep.
It had been quite the afternoon and evening. I was too tired to recall all that had happened between losing my virginity, the gangbang, the punishment punches, and most importantly the revelation that Dean is probably just as queer as I am. Whoa. Before I could re-live the details sleep overtook me.
Sunday Morning Morning came all too soon for all of us. I was concerned that I'd be getting more golden showers when the 5 of us stood around a bucket to take our morning piss. Thankfully, Dean explained about using the stale pee for my daily enemas, Rule #11 now. Matt and Jeff were grossed out but did agree they didn't want any crap on their dicks when they fucked me. Dean said since I wasn't cleaned out this morning, we'd have to settle on blowjobs today. So I proceeded to suck and swallow more loads of boy batter before breakfast, including mine, which I was happy I could still produce after last night's punishment punches. Not a bad way to start a day.
We broke down the tent and hauled everything back to the Soarer house. Mrs. Soarer called down asking if we wanted breakfast. Five starving boys readily climbed the stairs scampering to the table. Now the only time I could wear any underwear was when that's all I had on so of course Dean made me go upstairs in his old, worn, tight, dingy briefs with stretched out leg openings and the tip of my dick hanging out. This was for Matt and Jeff's benefit and after today that pretense would no longer be needed.
The Archer kitchen had a built in bench along two adjacent corners with two cushioned chairs for the adults. The hard wood seating did little to comfort my sore butthole and I kept squirming around in my seat. Eventually Mr. Soarer commented.
"I...Ah...This seating is hard to sit on in just your underwear," I stammered.
The guys kept shooting looks at each other. Apparently Dean didn't want his father to know about last night for some reason despite their involvement thus far. Nothing more was said until we finished eating. Just as we were about to head back downstairs to dress for church (something none of us boys wanted to attend) Mr. Soarer took me by the arm and pulled me to his side.
"Boys. It seems bicha has a sore butt. Can you tell me anything about that?" he asked the others. You never saw four more guilty faces. Matt and Jeff also were surprised by the use of the term "bicha". Nobody said anything for an eternity.
Not getting any response to his question, Mr. Soarer turned me around and pulled down the tight but not so white briefs to my knees. Shaking his head he said, "I'm disappointed. I had hoped the bicha was uncomfortable because it got paddled. If that's not the reason, I'm afraid it can only be one other thing." He then proceeded to bend me over at the waist and pulled my cheeks apart displaying my red, sore, and puffy hole.
Speaking in Portuguese to Dean and Dale he very firmly asked what happened. By the time the conversation was over, Dean was practically in tears and I could tell he was apologizing to his papa. When Mr. Soarer yelled out "Trece!" My heart skipped a beat since he was normally a quiet, but preverted, man. I found out later "trece" translates to 13. He knew about the gangbang. During all this time Mr. Soarer exposed my hole to the boys and Mrs. Soarer who had finished cleaning the kitchen joined us. At Mr. Soarer's direction Mrs. Soarer left and returned with a tube of something.
Kneeling behind me Mrs. Soarer began rubbing the pain relieving cream she had gotten all around the outside lips of my asshole. After a short discussion between the parents, Mr. Soarer told me to kick off the briefs and spread my legs wider apart. He continued to lecture Dean and Dale in Portuguese. Mrs. Soarer applied more cream to her index and middle fingers and worked them into my hole. I couldn't hold back a moan as she worked her fingers in and out of my rear end.
Now do I really have to tell you what effect this was having on me? The embarrassment of having my raw and used asshole exposed followed by being finger fucked (even if it was to help soothe the pain) led to an incredible erection. My fingernails were digging into my knee caps as I bent over letting myself be treated this way.
Mrs. Soarer knew exactly what she was doing as her fingers kept messaging my prostate. After a few minutes I was ready to shoot my wad and I panicked not knowing what to do. Instinct took over and just as I started to fire off I placed the palm of my hand under my throbbing penis as it erupted. Trained as I was I started to lick my cum covered hand clean. Mr. Soarer stopped me for a moment, turned me around, and asked Dean something to which he weakly responded, "Trece papa." Mr. Soarer nodded at me to finish what I started and within seconds my hand was cum free as my morning load settled in my stomach.
Addressing the boys Mr. Soarer laid out some ground rules for the rest of the week until next Saturday: 1.) I was off limits to them for everything, 2.) All rules were suspended, 3.) Dean and Dale were grounded with no friends over, 4.) They would all need to be punished today.
Standing there I thought Matt and Jeff were about to pass out. They were white as ghosts and shocked to learn of Mr. and Mrs. Soarers knowledge of the Rules and what we had done. I could tell they wanted to get out of there and fast. Matt looked at me questionably and I just shrugged. What else could I do.
"Jamie, go downstairs, shower, then get dressed," Mr. Soarer ordered. He handed me the tube of cream and instructed me to apply it morning and night for the rest of the week. Seeing my hesitation he asked what was wrong. I informed him I had no clothes with me having been marched down yesterday afternoon naked. He said I could wear whatever of Dale's clothes I wanted. He told the four boys to stay where they were and not to utter a sound as he went to his office. Mrs. Soarer sat in her chair watching over the Soarer and Archer boys.
Scampering downstairs I couldn't believe how quickly things turned around. I was free from being under Dean's control, at least for a week. I jumped into the shower happy as a clam thinking about the shock on the guys' faces wondering what else would happen. I tenderly washed my hole. Drying off I grabbed the medicated cream and laid down in front of the full length mirror. Spreading my legs I finally got to see first hand the damage done to my pucker. It was red and somewhat puffy but otherwise looked ok. Actually I hadn't ever looked at it like this so I really had no frame of reference. Applying the cream with two fingers had me hard again but I thought better of having a wank.
Searching thru Dale's bureau I found the same generic briefs I had almost stolen the other day. They felt good and I pulled on a pair of his shorts and a t-shirt. As I was about to grab some socks, everyone descended the stairs, heads down, faces looking scared.
"Strip. Now!" Mr. Soarer ordered. All four boys immediately shed their clothes. Dale and Dean stood at attention arms at their sides while Matt and Jeff attempted to cover their privates with their hands. "Attention," Mr. Soarer barked. Matt and Jeff soon followed suit. "Jamie, since events took place sooner than expected at your expense I think it only fair you help in their punishments. I called Mr. Archer and told him these four stole your clothes when you were showering, tried pushing you outside naked, and when you tried to fight back broke one of Mrs. Soarer's prized porcelain statues. He gave me permission to punish them as I see fit before sending them home."
I couldn't help but smile at that news. Mr. Soarer knew his son all too well. "Dean, you will accept your punishment and will NOT seek revenge when things return to normal next week. Is that clear?" Dean glared at me but reassured his father he wouldn't. I doubt any of us, including the adults, really believed him. If looks could kill, Dean would have turned me into a pillar of salt by now. Oh my poor balls I thought.
The boys were ordered to turn around and assume the position. The Archers took the lead from the Soarer boys and placed their hands on the wall leaning forward. Mr. Soarer handed me a ping pong paddle and instructed me to give each boy 13 whacks on their backsides starting with Dean. I figured this was my best shot at having any power over him. I would no doubt have crushed nuts next week so I figured I best take advantage of the situation while I had the chance.
Standing behind Dean I brought the paddle back and aimed it as his cute sweet butt. I think he scared me as much as Matt and Jeff when he yelled out "One." Apparently Dale and Dean knew the routine and counted out each stroke of the paddle, though I didn't put as much into Dale's swats. Jeff was third in line and bellowed out "Shit!" on the first hit. He did that three more times which Mr. Soarer said didn't count, thus Jeff ended up getting his butt battered 17 times. I gave Matt a look that said "sorry" and was the easiest on him. So much so that Mr. Soarer called me out on it but didn't make me repeat them.
Then to everyone's surprise I was given an old fashion, long handled, fraternity style paddle with holes in it to minimize wind resistance and told to give Dean another 13 swats because Mr. Soarer knew he was mainly responsible for what had happened. Despite pleading in Portuguese with his father, Mr. Soarer was unrelenting. Instructed to swing it with both hands like a baseball bat I smashed into Dean's ass with renewed vigor causing him to fall forward and cry out in pain forgetting to count out. On the second smash he called out "15" which in actuality it was.
"No. This is a new 13. Start again Jamie."
On the third swat of the second round Dean yelled out, "One."
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. On the tenth Dean was a blubbering mess with snot running down his nose and made the mistake of putting one hand behind his back in a vain attempt at blocking the remaining blows.
"Move that hand! Two additional," Mr. Soarer barked out. Dean's hand snapped back into place against the wall awaiting his fate. "Proceed Jamie."
I quickly delivered the last five swats leaving Dean a crying mess. I myself needed another shower after all that exertion. Not only that, I was hard as nails. There were four nude boys with glowing red butts thanks to my handiwork. Could this get any better?
The short answer was Yes. Mr. Soarer took the paddle from me and told me to move aside. He produced a long thin bamboo cane which he whisked thru the air making an ominous sound. "Dean, you agreed to 13. Do you want them all at once?"
"No papa. Please. Half and half," he replied thru his tears. Wait. Dean agreed to thirteen when I was about to lick the cum from my hand. Did his father give him the option to eat my cock snot or take 13 swats of the cane? Probably.
"Dale, you are older and should know better. You should have told your brother No. For that you get 6. Jeff, Matt you get 3 each. Standing off to the side, I watched in amazement as Mr. Soarer caned Dean six times. He allowed about a half a minute between blows which added to the psychological aspect of the whipping. To his credit Dean screamed out each count as it landed. I doubt I could have done the same. Angry red welts stripped across his pert butt. If he hadn't been spanked before, the contrast would have been even more pronounced.
From my vantage point I watched Dean's hips thrust forward upon impact causing his dick to swing forward. I was openly rubbing my own boner through Dale's clothes. Matt and Jeff looked as if they were going to pass out any moment in anticipation of what was to come their way.
Dale took his caning stoically though he shook his head side to side as tears ran down his face on numbers five and six.
Jeff nearly jumped a mile as Mr. Soarer announced it was his turn. True to form, his first swat didn't count as Jeff screamed out "Fuck," as the bamboo bit into his tender flesh. "One additional for your language young man. Let's start again," was Mr. Soarer's response.
Swish, on the next blow Jeff yelled out, "One!" Swish. "Two!" Swish. "Augghh! Three," he croaked out. Swish. "Four," Jeff barely squeaked out as he slid down the wall and curled up into a little ball.
Matt prepared for the worst as it was his turn. He was determined to "take it like a man," and did. I watched his fingers and toes curl when the cane landed but was more interested in his dick swaying back and forth. Maybe it was my imagination but his cock looked fuller, almost horizontal. Could he be enjoying this? His face got even redder when Mr. Soarer, who had noticed also, took the bamboo cane and used it to tap Matt's dick downward and allowed it to spring back up 3/4ths erect.
Mr. Soarer returned to where Dean awaited his remaining strokes. Perhaps showing some mercy, Mr. Soarer landed 7 quick, sharp but less severe blows to Dean's already throbbing backside.
"Alright boys, get dressed then you may head home. Now go." As he turned around Matt and I locked eyes. He immediately covered his now completely hard dick with his left hand as he helped Jeff to stand with his right. They got dressed quickly and headed toward the door where Mrs. Soarer handed Matt another tube of cream to ease and heal their wounds. They left never saying a word.
Dean's ass was streaked with distinct welt lines from his caning. Wiping his eyes and runny nose he turned to his father and said, "Sorry papa." His father hugged him whispering something to which Dean nodded.
Then to my utter astonishment Dean came over to me and gave me a hug saying, "I'm sorry Jamie. I got carried away. I shouldn't have gang banged you until you were ready. I hope you aren't hurt. I'll be a better Mestre in the future." He went back over to stand next to Dale, neither of whom made any attempt to get dressed. I couldn't believe my ears. Before I could process the situation any more, Mr. Soarer told me to head home and remember to use the cream twice a day.
We (us boys) were to have gone to church with the Soarers. With the spankings and whippings that was forgotten. I got home about an hour before Sunday dinner and after saying hi to my family and Donny (of course) I headed to my room to take a nap. Sleep took me the second my head hit the pillow.
The next thing I knew it was time to eat. We always ate our big meal around 2:00 in the afternoon on a Sunday then usually we either fend for ourselves or had a light supper in the evening. I was still exhausted and was quiet during the meal. My father asked how my camp outs went since they really hadn't seen me since Friday night. If they only knew. I told them great just tired.
Dad asked if I had done all my homework, he was very strict about that. Being the end of the school year I only had the bibliography to do on my final report. He told me I had better finish it this afternoon and not wait until it was too late tonight. I think Donny was about to remind him of our underwear shopping trip, but Marla gave him a signal and he kept his mouth shut. Dodged that bullet I thought, for now.
I went to bed early as I was still whipped out from my weekend adventures. This was the last week of school and Monday was our only full day. I had been asleep for three hours when I heard someone calling my name. Rubbing my eyes I looked around and found Dean had used my dad's ladder and climbed up to my bedroom window. Leaping out of bed I whispered, "Dean, I mean Mestre, what are you doing here?" He told me to be quiet and follow him as he climbed down the ladder.
Running across the yard at 11:30 at night while your family is asleep is a pretty scary thing, though you'd never know it by my hard cock pointing the way. We quickly crawled into my tent. Not wanting to draw attention, Dean didn't turn on a lantern but chose to leave the tent flap open. In the moon light I scanned his naked body from top to bottom.
"What are we doing here? And why are you naked? How is your butt? I'm sorry you had all that whipping," I babbled.
"Slow down. My butt will be fine, I've had worse. Me and Dale can't wear clothes for the rest of the week except for school. I came to make it up to you. Now lie down," he instructed.
Laying on top of my sleeping bag I watched with amazement as Dean gently eased himself on me. Taking my head in his hands and looking me in the eyes he said, "I want to give myself to you fully." With that he leaned in and began kissing me practically placing his entire tongue in my mouth. We traded spit and had a long tongue dueling session the likes of which literally blew my mind away.
Eventually Dean broke away and started a slow descent down my body covering me in sloppy, wet, juicy kisses working both my nipples to hard nubs. I would never have thought someone tonguing my belly button would be so pleasurable. By the time I felt his warm breathe on my throbbing hard cock I thought I'd explode.
A few gentle kisses to my dickhead then he moved onto my balls. A dozen kisses alternating to each nut was driving me crazy. When he sucked them both into his mouth and chewed lightly I almost came. Giving them one last kiss each after popping them out, Dean began to descend even lower sucking on my taint just below my balls.
Stopping for a brief moment, Dean kneeled over me and grabbed his canteen and a wash cloth. Very gently he began to clean my hole of the medicated cream.
"Please Mestre, don't. My hole is still sore," I pleaded.
"Shush," he whispered holding a finger to his lips before finishing cleaning my asshole.
Smiling down at me he said, "Now be quiet and enjoy." With that Dean disappeared and moved his head between my legs. The next thing I knew Dean was working his tongue all-around my butt hole. Despite his warning I practically shouted out. Without removing his mouth from my hole, Dean grabbed an earlier discarded piece of clothing and threw it to me. I stuffed the t-shirt into my mouth and bit down as my first rim job continued.
Thrashing my head back and forth as waves of pleasure overloaded my senses I squirmed and wiggled as Dean's tongue danced around my hole. Oh My God, this was better than anything thus far. Ten minutes later Dean removed his hands from my hips, where he had been attempting to hold me still, and wrapped one hand around my cock the other messaged my balls. Thirty seconds later I had the strongest orgasm shooting sperm all the way up to my chin and streaking my chest and stomach while my butt clamped down on Dean's tongue.
I collapsed exhausted as if I had run a marathon. Dean began licking my creamy load until he reached my face where he smiled at me before lapping my chin and then proceeded to share my boy batter with long, sloppy, cum filled kisses. I didn't even care where his tongue had just been as we shared my baby makers.
The joys of being 13 allowed me to maintain my erection despite having just shot a huge load of spunk. Reaching into his backpack (he should have been a boyscout as he was always prepared) he pulled out some lube. Applying it to my throbbing cock and his hole, my eyes literally popped out of my head when he straddled me lowering himself onto my pole. MY DICK WAS INSIDE DEAN'S BUTTHOLE!
Facing me Dean smiled as his butt cheeks now rested on my pubic bone, my boner buried in his ass. He took only a second or two to adjust to the invasion (my guess not the first time he'd been fucked) before he began to bounce up and down. I watched in amazement as my dick disappeared then reappeared. I grabbed his cute hardon and began jerking him off. As we both got closer to cumming he pushed my hand away and impaled himself faster and faster until I fired off up his bum. I had just lost my other virgintiy to Dean.
Extracting my cock from his ass, Dean let a river of my cum drip back on my junk before he proceeded to lick me clean, ATM. We shared my spunk with some more wet kisses. This was definately one apology I'd accept. When he was finished he laid down and snuggled next to me holding me tight.
Turning serious, Dean told me I could decide if I wanted to continue being a bicha, he hoped I would. Things would be much, much more demanding if I returned and I might not like a lot of it. However, if I chose to end it, there would be no further contact at all. I'd have no relationship even as just friends with him or his brother. He would find another bicha and even Jeff and probably Matt would be off limits too.
After what just happened the thoughts of no sex with any of them scared me. I didn't need a week to decide. If I needed to be a fag then I'd be a fag as long as I could still have sex with them. His smile was a cross between happy and sweet to slightly sinister.
"I've got to go. If papa discovers I'm here..." He didn't finish that thought.
"What will he do?" I asked looking deep into his eyes lying there in our embrace. He told me I didn't want to know. I knew what I had to do at that moment. Turning myself around quickly I swallowed him to his sparse pubes. Then Dean and I enjoyed the pleasure of a quick 69 blowjob. As we swallowed each others baby makers he shook his head and said even he didn't want to know what his father would do if his cumming were discovered. My confused look made Dean explain that he was under orders not to cum for the rest of the week. Really? Wow!
Just before he left, Dean told me that if his father suspected anything happened this week and questioned me, I could admit Dean had "submitted to me totally" but nothing else. I agreed and then watched Dean run back to his house, naked. It was a beautiful sight. I returned to my room and quickly fell asleep.
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My Monday morning was routine, if you call eating breakfast in just my briefs then walking naked from the bathroom to my room routine. I guess that was really nothing after my gangbang this weekend. My butt hole seemed to be better as I applied the healing cream to it.
Getting dressed I debated whether to wear underwear or not. I wasn't under any order not to this week with having had all rules suspended. I stood in front of my bureau drawer looking at the much too small tighty whities and through caution to the wind. I slipped on my jeans au natural and a smile spread across my face. I was a bicha and the thought of sucking the Dean, Dale, Jeff, and Matt again had my cock hardening. I knew it wouldn't be this week, so I'd have to get my dick fix elsewhere.
I was hard the entire way to school. Matt normally sat next to me on the bus but sat with Jeff today. Donny couldn't take me as he had to take his father, whose car was in the garage for repair, to work. Marla got a ride with one of her friends. Unlucky for me I didn't get to suck him off and I missed it. Wow, how things have changed. I'm thinking ahead to when I can get my lips wrapped around a nice hard piece of boy meat and swallow their swimmers. What a perv I am.
Getting off the bus I quickly looked for Richard. As much as I disliked him, at least I'd get a mouthful of boy batter out of him. Glen was back in school and came over and we talked like normal. There would be no morning bj for Richard today. I spotted Robby and we smiled and gave head nods to each other.
Other than Robby and me making plans for another campout and telling him I wasn't wearing any underwear, the day was rather boring. Last reports were handed in, tests were taken in two classes, and educational films were shown.
Coming home on the school bus Matt sat with me and told me that his father questioned him and his brother about what had happened and the punishment. They were made to drop their shorts and briefs and display their battered butts to Mr. Archer, who normally spanked the boys using his hand or a belt like my dad. He approved of the punishment and might talk to Mr. Soarer about getting a cane too.
Jeff wanted to get off at my stop so I could blow him, but Matt reminded him that Mr. Soarer had said I was off limits. Not wanting another caning or worse Jeff didn't see me at all the rest of the week. I offered Matt a blow job but he turned me down saying he could, "...wait until... you know, you're back doing things again." There was nobody sitting near us and I reached over and squeezed his junk. I encouraged him to take out his hard dick and wrapped my hand around it slowly stroking him off. We had to be careful not to draw attention to ourselves, though Jeff kept looking back over from the seat in front of us watching me wank his brother.
Matt's face was priceless trying to contain his pleasure when he fired off 8 shots of creamy goodness, most of which landed on the back of Jeff's seat in front of us. Luckily for me, the last 3 oozed down his shaft and coated my fingers which I cautiously licked clean. Matt stuffed his deflating cock away as I had to adjust my own boner getting off the bus at my house. Jeff was none to pleased he missed out.
As soon as I was in the door I began removing my clothes. I was totally naked by the time I got to my bedroom, my erection leading the way. I smelled my hand where Matt's cum had landed and blasted off after only a few short strokes of my own cock. Then boredom set in. The Soarer and Archers were grounded so there would be no more fun today with them, Donny and my sister had graduation practice, and for the first time in a while, I had a cock sucking free day.
Unfortunately, it wouldn't be a carefree day. Monday after dinner Mr. Soarer called my father. After hanging up, dad told me to head down to their house. I asked why and he said I'd find out when I got there. Trying not to look too concerned I headed down.
Mrs. Soarer answered the door and lead me downstairs. Now given all that had happened thus far with the Soarer family I shouldn't have been surprised but I was. Shocked would be more accurate.
Turning to me with a whip in his hand (yes, I said a whip) and a stern expression on his face, Mr. Soarer asked me, "So Jamie, I'd like to hear some more details about Dean's visit to you last night."
Oh Fuck!
To Be Continued...
Spoiler Alert: Looks like Dean is in trouble now. After a short bit in Chapter 26, Dean and Dale will be absent in the next 6 chapters. They will return in Chapter 33 at which point Jamie will be in trouble for missing a whole week as their Bicha despite it not being his fault. What sexual fun will Jamie get into by himself? Stay tuned...
While the chapters are already written, I'm always open for suggestions as to Jamie's week long adventures sans Dean and Dale.
Tell me what you think of Jamie fucking Dean. Bet you didn't expect that.