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.
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Chapter 38
Tuesday morning.
Being a morning person has its advantages and disadvantages. The good thing this morning was I woke up before my dad left for work. I waited until I heard for him leave before getting out of bed. Since I was under Marla's orders to walk to and from the bathroom naked I wanted to make sure he didn't see me. Mom was still in bed so no problem from her. If I hurried doing my business, I would be able to get dressed before she came out for breakfast.
I knew I'd have plenty of time to get ready. After all, how much time does a 13 year old kid need to eat a bowl of cereal and throw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt? Tossing off the covers I jumped out of bed. I contemplated tossing myself off too but decided against it. No doubt Michael would have me doing it several times today the little pervert.
Opening up my bedroom door, I peaked into the hall and saw my parent's bedroom door still closed. Phew, mom was still sleeping. My sister's door was closed too, but I never knew if she was going to pop out any second to embarrass me or not.
With my morning wood leading the way, I crept down the hall towards the bathroom. I almost made it when Marla opened her door. Damn! How does she always time it so perfectly I wondered. "Good morning. Someone or something is very excited today," she said looking at my erection. I wanted to cover myself but there was no point.
"Hi," I meekly said attempting to skirt past her into the bathroom.
"Jamie. I think you should go get mom's paper before the commuter traffic starts."
Now most mornings dad brought in the newspaper before he left for work. If he didn't have time it was my responsibility to get it. Standing in the hall I thought, how would she know if he had done so or not. Confused as to the situation I asked, "How do you know dad didn't?"
"Let's just say it's in the paperbox now. So be a good little guy and go get it." I figured Marla had gotten up and if dad brought it in, she probably brought it back outside. That was a lot for her to do as Marla, like our mom, was not a morning person.
"I suppose you want me to go like this?" I stupidly asked knowing the answer full well.
"But of course," she smiled at me. Following me to the kitchen Marla whispered in my ear at the backdoor, "You better stay hard the whole time. Though I doubt that will be a problem for you. And walk, don't run."
Glancing at the wall clock I could see it was only 6:45AM. Commuter traffic usually started around 7:15 so I'd miss that thankfully. However, I was worried about the stray car or two going past our house. Walking down the driveway nude was both a thrilling and nerve wracking experience. Unlike when I hurriedly dragged the garbage cans to the curb, today I was fully aware of my nudity and exposure. Marla knew me well, my dick was rock solid hard.
Half way to the street I could see the lights of a slow approaching truck. Shit! The milkman delivered milk on Tuesdays and Saturdays. I picked up my pace and reached the paperbox just as Paul, our milkman, was pulling up to our driveway. This was way worse than the garbagemen since my dad and he knew each other. If he tells my father I'm dead.
Grabbing the newspaper I quickly held it in front of my boner praying Paul didn't see that. There was no question as to my state of dress, or undress. I hoped to be spared some humiliation by hiding my rigid tool at the very least.
Popping out of his truck Paul chuckled and scanned up and down my body. "Forget something this morning Jamie? Or are you just that excited to read the news?" So much for him not seeing my hard cock.
"Um, No. I forgot I didn't get the paper for mom so I ran out to get it before jumping in the shower. Sorry." I half mumbled.
"Oh. I see, " he said nodding his head up and down. I knew he didn't believe me but he never pushed the issue. Instead he snatched the paper from my hands half way back to the house and pretended to read the front page. "Mmm. Looks like the circus is coming to town. You should join it. I hear they are always looking for people to erect the bigtop tent. With your pole, you're sure to get a job," he laughed.
I could have cooked one of the eggs he was delivering on my forehead I was so flushed. Folding the paper back up, Paul tapped the top of my dick with it a few times and told me to have a nice day before returning to his truck and driving to his next customer. I stood at the bottom of our stairs as he waived goodbye. I prayed he wouldn't say anything to my dad.
Marla was laughing her ass off when I got back inside. "That was priceless."
"Very funny. What if he says something to mom or dad?"
"He won't. He thought it was funny. Besides, if he was going to rat you out, he wouldn't have joked around with you or poked you with the paper. Relax. Go get ready. I'm going back to bed for a bit." With that, Marla exited the kitchen and I scurried off to the bathroom.
Sitting on the can I figured she was probably right. Regardless, there was nothing I could do about it now. What was done was done. It was kinda exciting so I decided to reward myself with a quick wank after all. I blasted off covering my stomach and short pubes with boy batter which I scooped up and ate. Ah, what I nice way to start the day.
Finishing my other morning duties, I washed up and went to my room to grab a pair of briefs to wear to breakfast. I stopped dead in my tracks upon entering. Lying in the center of my pillow were the yellow bikini underwear Marla and Donny made me buy. I guess I knew what Marla wanted me in today.
Pulling them on I noticed a good portion of my re-growing pubes showed above the top of the bikini. No amount of adjusting covered anymore. Crap. I was now very glad I had rubbed one out in the bathroom cause my erection would never be concealed in this skimpy underwear. Trudging out to the kitchen, I hoped I would be done eating before mom came out. Luck was not on my side.
"Good morning sweetie," mom said as she poured herself a cup of coffee. I said 'hi' back though I was constantly thinking of a way to escape without her seeing me. Even though I had to model my new underwear the other day, I wasn't too keen on walking around in such revealing under garments.
Knowing I still had to brush my teeth and make my bed, I couldn't postpone the inevitable any longer. Pushing back my chair I hoped out and quickly rinsed my cereal bowl out. Mom for her part was a real trooper. Her only comment was, "Glad to see you are wearing your new underwear."
After brushing my teeth I headed to my room to get dressed and make my bed. Or should I say, make my bed then get dressed. Just as I was finishing the bed, Marla came out of her room and into mine. She reminded me that I was only allowed to wear underwear when given permission and I wasn't given permission any longer for today. This morning at breakfast was only for mom's benefit. Damn. Even thin yellow bikini briefs were better than nothing. She waited until I pulled them off and put them back in my bureau, then left.
I got dressed and headed out. On my way I gave mom a kiss on her cheek and she told me to have fun. If she only knew what that little devious kid would be doing she wouldn't have said that. Then again, I didn't know what we'd be doing either. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Yeah, right. After sucking his wiener in the dressing room yesterday, I knew I'd be in store for more today.
I got to their hour house at 7:55. Mrs. Carr said to be there for 8:00. If nothing else I wouldn't be in trouble with Michael for being late. Mrs. Carr explained a few things to me as if I was a normal babysitter; emergency phone numbers etc..., not her son's plaything. All the time Michael stood behind her rubbing his crotch and sticking out his tongue. I wanted to slap him silly.
Giving him a peck on the top of his head she told Michael to be good and for us to have fun. She waived to us as she got in her car and backed down the driveway. Before she was even at the end Michael was naked and told me to get undressed. I watched as Mrs. Carr drove off before pulling off my t-shirt and shorts. Michael was impressed I was going commando, "Whoa. No underwear. Cool."
Snatching up our clothes he pulled me to his room where he sprawled out on the bed. Spreading his legs he pointed to his one and a half inch cocklett and told me to "get sucking." For the next 25 minutes I worked his miniature genitals in my mouth. He was moaning in pleasure the entire time.
I thought if I spent the next four hours just sucking his wiener I'd be safe, relatively. Michael had other ideas. "I want another dog but daddy says I gotta wait. So today you're going to be my new puppy." Oh fuck, what now. "Sometimes King licks his hole clean. Do mine," he instructed as he drew up his legs exposing his little pink rosebud.
Now 8-year old boys (or even older as I have mentioned) don't do a particularly good job at wiping themselves and Michael was no exception. I could smell his funkiness and after yesterday's filthy briefs episode with Dean I knew I was NOT going to put my tongue anywhere near his bum. Or at least not until I washed his butthole first. Luckily, Michael was agreeable.
After using warm water and lots of soap on a wash cloth, Michael was ready for his first rim job. I did manage to poke my fingertip into his hole once or twice which he seemed to enjoy. It was soft and warm and I wondered what else he might let me put in there, though it didn't happen today.
Returning to his bedroom, he giggled as he laid back down on the bed. I pushed his knees up and out and put my face between his legs. One swipe with my tongue across the entrance and Michael practically hit the ceiling. "Oh shoot. That's awesome. Do it again," he directed. After about five minutes of that I decided to go for broke. Pointing my tongue and keeping it stiff I poked it into his hole and squirmed it around.
"AHHH. Oh my god. What are you doing?" Michael screamed. I was actually worried the kids who lived next door would hear him through the open windows and I told him to 'hush.' "I will as long as you keep doing that."
For almost the next half hour I alternated between rimming his littler pucker and sucking his cute bait and tackle working them with my warm mouth. Eventually my mouth was getting tired and I stopped. Michael was so exhausted by this point he gladly accepted taking a rest.
Needing something to drink, we made our way back downstairs to the kitchen. We had some banana bread and a glass of milk. He thought it was 'cool' to be eating naked. He wanted to know some more about what I had done with Dean and Dale but I said I was mad at them and didn't want to talk about it now. He accepted that on its surface and said he'd just ask them later. Wonderful, another person knowing what we're doing.
It was going on 10:00 and I only had two more hours so how bad could it be. I was about to find out. Putting our dishes in the sink Michael told me to get down on my hands and knees. I was to be his new 'puppy' until his mom got home. I wasn't to speak, just bark. One for yes, two for no. Did I understand? "Ruff."
Getting a small leather leash, one much too small for their German Shepard King, Michael made a slip knot on one end and went behind me. Suddenly his hand was wrapped around my nuts. A giant tug told me my balls were now securely held captive. "One tug for go, two for stop. Got it?"
"Ruff."
"Good." One tug and I started crawling across the kitchen floor. I wasn't sure where we were headed until Michael got in front of me, the leash pulling my balls down as it went up the crack of my ass and across my back. Michael was actually leading me around by my balls. In and of itself, Dean had down this, but not while I crawled around on all fours pretending to be a dog.
Two sharp tugs and I stopped at the dog food dish, Michael asked, "Thirsty?"
"Ruff. Ruff."
"Well, too bad, I thing you should drink something anyway. Sit," he commanded. He poured some water in a clean cereal bowl and put it on the floor next to King's food dish. I slurped it up the best I could, making a mess all around the floor, as Michael left the kitchen. Returning dressed in shorts and a t-shirt he said, "Good boy," then scratched the top of my head like I was a real dog. "Want some more boy?"
"Ruff. Ruff." I thought I'd try to say I had had enough.
"Sure you do." Another bowl of water later and I realized I had to go to the bathroom. Without being able to talk, I did what dogs do. I started toward the bathroom and began to whine. "You need to go pee boy?"
"Ruff."
"Ok. Come on. You need to go outside." Leading me by the ball leash I was pulled over to the kitchen door. "Now ask like a puppy," Michael instructed me.
I scratched with my 'paw' at the door.
Smiling brightly, Michael opened the door and told me I could "walk" on my hands and feet, but stay as low as possible. He led me down the stairs and around the back of the house. Here I was a 13 year old boy, naked, being pulled by a leash tied around his balls going to pee like a dog outside. I prayed the neighbors wouldn't see me.
By now I already knew I'd have to lift my leg which Michael loved. Some pee dribbled down on me as my spray diminished, but mostly I succeeded in giving Michael what he wanted. His giggling the entire time was most un-nerving.
"I got to pee too," he said. Tucking his shorts (no underwear) under his balls Michael let loose with his stream. Without shaking off, Michael said, "King sometimes licks himself clean. Since you can't do that, you can lick me clean." Then he shoved his urine dripping dicklet in front of me. I dutifully began licking the last few drops of piss from his wiener. He was just a warped as Dean and he was only eight years old.
Tugging sharply on the leash Michael pulled me over to King's pen. There was a high chain link fence around his doghouse and nobody but Michael or his parent would enter it. I stopped short despite my balls being pulled beyond comfort. "Come on. King won't hurt you if I'm with you." I wasn't so sure.
King immediately came over and greeted Michael. Michael brought him over to me and had him sniff me over. When King started poking around my boy parts I started getting really nervous. Then Michael tied my leash to a post and took King to pee. Coming back over to me, I noticed King's penis was partially out of his sheath. Michael's next instruction sent shivers down my spine.
Un-tying the leash, Michale gave the sharpest tug on my nuts and repeated himself, "Clean King off like you did me. Lick his thing."
"Michael, I ..." Was all I got out before I felt the other end of the leash whip my tied balls. "Aghhh!"
"Come on. Do it." Michael was waving the leash around and since I didn't want my balls to suffer again I slowly crawled to King. He stood still as I placed my head under his belly. I sniffed his junk as he had done mine. There was only the smell of dog fur. A second tug to my nuts reminded me of my task.
I didn't see any dog piss on the tip of his dog dick. What I did notice was there really wasn't a dickhead like guys have. His dick was rather pointed and red. It almost looked like raw skin. I guess all that hair around it protected it when it slid back in its sheath. I tentatively stuck out my tongue and swapped down the length.
"Cool. Keep going. Get the end."
I spent the next few minutes working my tongue up and down the length of King's doggie dick. The taste wasn't all that unpleasant. It was more a physiological effect. King appreciated my work as his dick became fully exposed. It was bigger than mine, I'm guessing around 7 inches.
Michael tugged me over to the side of the doghouse and called King to follow. Going inside a storage shed beside it, Michael returned with an old wool blanket which he spread out on the ground. He ordered me to 'lie down on your back.' Calling King over, Michael positioned him over me so his German Shepard cock was directly over my face.
Inside I was freaking out though some part of me was excited. Enough so that I could feel my dick getting hard. Michael noticed. "Looks like my new puppy likes this," he said tapping my boner with his foot. Busted. "Sit up."
I sat up as much as I could under the big dog placing his cock at my lips. King instinctively knew what to do as he thrust forward parting my lips and burying his dog dick in my mouth. I was actually sucking a dog dick. How sick?! Though King didn't wait for me to give him a blow job. He gave new meaning to the term "face fuck" as he slammed into me over and over again. Thankfully, Michael kept him far enough away that I wasn't deep throating the big German Shepard.
Little by little King inched his way forward as more and more of his member disappeared in my throat. I started to gag a bit then Michael pulled the big dog away. I laid back gasping for air. King looked ready to pounce. He apparently wanted to blow a load. He sat patiently when Michael directed him to do so. His gaze made me stay perfectly still until Michael returned from the shed again.
Ordering me back on all fours I was bent over the top of the doghouse. The next thing I knew, or should I say felt, was King sniffing around my hole. His rough tongue swiped between my cheeks giving me instant pleasure. Michael ordered me to pull my butt cheeks apart and King eagerly attacked my pucker.
Standing in front of me Michael held a small bottle and asked if I knew what it was. Not caring as I was being pleasured by King at this moment I shook my head no. Michael explained it was something his dad used when they mated King. Commanding King to 'sit' Michael swabbed some type of liquid on my butt hole. Throwing the wool blanket over my back, Michael then ordered King to "Mount."
Seconds later I felt the big beast place his front paws around my torso. Before I could fully comprehend what was about to happen, King jabbed his pointy prick at the entrance to my ass. I heard Michael exclaim, "Wow. It's really working," as I felt myself being stuffed with doggie dick.
Oh My God! I'm being fucked by a German Shepard. Can this really be happening? As soon as the thought was processed in my brain, King began thrusting. His powerful legs slammed his dog dick in and out of my boy pussy repeatedly with considerable force. Michael was watching from inches away absolutely amazed at the dog on boy action he had orchestrated. He laughingly told me, "You're not only Dean's Bitch, but your King's too."
Reaching under me, Michael started to stroke my own hard cock. Almost on the verge of shooting my load, Michael removed his hand. He may have only been eight but he knew how to judge when a "bitch" was going to blow. Maybe 5 minutes after he began to screw me, King slowed down and almost stopped. I looked over at Michael and asked if he blew his load cause I didn't feel it.
Michael roared even more and told me no, he would when he knotted with me. I had no idea what that meant. Suddenly, I felt a swelling in my rear end. Michael explained about how a dog tied to his bitch to pump his semen into her and that it may take up to 30-60 minutes. Next thing I knew King threw his leg over my back and turned around so we were now ass to ass. We were tied together.
"Please, take him out Michael," I begged.
"Can't now. His knot is about the size of a baseball. It won't pop out until he is finished breeding you. Then it will shrink down. You're just stuck for a while."
I couldn't believe this was happening. I didn't know if I could actually feel King's sperm pumping into me or not. After several minutes I was getting uncomfortable kneeling bent over the doghouse. To take my mind off the situation, Michael crawled under me and began jerking me off again. It was a great diversion for a while as he kept stopping short.
Desperate to blow my own load, I cried out, "Please Michael, I gotta shoot. Please make me cum."
Without saying anything, Michael crawled under me and wrapped his lips around my blood engorged cock. A half a second later I was filling his sweet little mouth with my boy sperm. He swallowed like a champ never spilling a single drop.
I guess my ass contractions triggered something in King because I now felt his warm seed flooding the walls of my butt. His knot must have started shrinking because soon I felt him tugging and he popped out of my hole. I felt both relieved and empty at the same time. I couldn't squeeze my ass cheeks together as dog sperm ran down my legs.
Michael by now had gotten out from under me and loosened the slip knot from around my balls. He told me to stand up and follow him into the house. We went directly into the shower where we washed each other from head to toe, neither of saying anything.
I was partially in shock after having been fucked by a dog, literally. I think Michael was scarred he had gone too far and I might have been mad at him. When we were clean we dried off and he asked, "Can we have lunch. I'm hungry."
"Yeah. Me too. I worked up quite an appetite."
We sat naked eating the lunch his mom had left for us then Michael timidly asked, "Was what we did ok? Did you have fun?"
Thinking about it for a bit, I smiled and said, "Yeah. It was ok. Pretty wild. I don't know if I want to do it again though. I guess I had fun."
"Cool. Thanks. I won't tell Dean if you don't want me to."
"I'd appreciate it if you didn't. If I decide to tell him, I let you know. Ok?"
"Sure thing."
"Maybe we can mess around doing other things sometime," I hinted. "You seem to know what you were doing when you swallowed my load."
"You bet!" he said excitedly.
"Where did you learn to do that?" I asked.
He looked embarrassed then admitted, "Well, I kinda sucked King before. He sure cums a lot more than guys do."
Michael was indeed one young, kinky kid.
We finished lunch just as Mrs. King returned from her volunteer work. We dashed to Michael's room and got dressed quickly. She thanked me and offered me a few dollars for being with Michael. I didn't want to take it but she insisted. She said she would have had to pay a babysitter anyway.
I said goodbye to Michael and Mrs. Carr and headed home. What a morning I'd never forget. As I walked past the Soarer house I wondered what Dale and Dean were doing. I'd find out tomorrow. Right now I was just going to relax this afternoon and be a kid.
To Be Continued...
Author's Note: That was totally unexpected. I couldn't go into great detail as I have never done anything like that in real life. So please don't write and tell me I got something wrong. Even if Dean finds out, I doubt Jamie will venture down that path again. Though please write and tell me what you think. I can be reached at DeansBicha@gmail.com
Will Jaime spend a quiet afternoon hanging around the house/neighborhood just being a kid? Or will he have more adventures? What would you like to see?
I do know what his day Wednesday will be like when he returns to being Deans's Bicha for his last day of punishment. And it will be extreme.
Then Jamie has to reconnect with both Robby and Randolph.