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Deans Bicha Chapter 46 Friday Night after Dinner -----
"Hey Randy," the oldest Jackson brother greeted Randolph.
"Guys. What's up?" Randolph asked back.
"Nuttin'. Just hanging 'round."
The twins were all smiles and giggles as they obviously spotted my junk. "So, I'd ask 'How's it hangin'? But we can see for ourselves," Twin One laughed.
"Yeah, and it looks like he's all primed and ready to go. What you got you meat all tucked away for?" Twin Two asked me referring to my dick trapped in my waistband.
These two weren't wasting any time in embarrassing me. I didn't know how to respond so I looked at Randolph for help. He stood up and I followed suit, standing slightly behind him on his left. "Well? You heard him. Unhook that," Randolph ordered.
We were right outside the entrance to a Five-and-Dime store, think Dollar General or Family Dollar today. Did he really expect me to take my dick out where anyone could see it? His eyes were boring into me and I knew I couldn't disrespect him in front of his friends. I slowly moved my right hand and grabbed the front of my shorts and pulled them away from my tummy. My dick, no longer being trapped, pointed northward at a 45 degree angle making a huge tent in the skimpy torn shorts. From the side views you could see my entire hip and the bottom portion of my nuts. My left hand was holding onto my drink so tightly I thought I was going to crush it.
"Whoa. Man is that fucking funny," Older Bro said. Like Mustache and Curly earlier today, I never learned the Jackson brothers first names either.
It was at that moment a car pulled into the parking lot. The driver pulled right up to the front door and we moved slightly out of the way. I was praying for some way to avoid being exposed anymore. Thankfully, Randolph said to the guys, "Why don't we move 'round back. When Jimbo takes a smoke break my 'tool' is gonna pay for our drinks. Want in?"
They all quickly agreed with wide smiles on their fasces anticipating what was about to go down, namely me. Barely around the corner Twin Two pantsed me. My shorts were pulled below my knees making me bend over to pull them up. Twin One pushed me over and in the blink of an eye they each grabbed a leg and ripped the shorts completely off of me. Being on the side of the building we were still visible from the street. I tried to shield my hard-on with my hands.
Thankfully Older Bro and Randolph, who had been leading the way, moved between me and the road blocking passerby's from seeing me. I think Older Bro wanted to prevent me trying to run away more than protect my modesty. Twin Two twirled my shorts around his finger and pointed at my boner sticking out laughing, "Man, looks like he's raring to go." The others all laughed even more, including Randolph.
We instinctively continued down the side of the building to the back. There wasn't anything here except a few employee cars for the stores and the garbage dumpsters. Randolph subtly moved the group next to the first dumpster behind the Five-and-Dime. At least I'm not visible from the street or any of the other stores backdoors. Twin Two says, "Don't think we need these no more," as he tosses my shorts into the dumpster. Now I'm either going to go dumpster diving to get them or walk home naked.
"Shit man, now he's gonna have to walk his sorry ass home nekkid," Randolph says. "Sucks to be him." Everyone laughs even more.
"So Randy. Speaking of sucking... Think we can get in on some action before Jimbo takes his break," Older Bro asks.
"Don't know why not," Randolph agrees. "But just so's you know, he belongs to Dean. He's Dean's Bicha. It's gonna cost ya."
"Oh shit man. How much?" Twin One asks. "We don't got much money."
"How 'bout a trade?" Older Bro says. "I got me some prime stuff. I'll let you have a bag for us three getting a nice BJ from whitey here."
"No. Papa would skin me alive if he found me doing drugs," Randolph informed Older Bro. That is THE most important rule Mr. Pierce had given his boys: No Drugs. Something they obeyed under penalty of death. Even Darius, who would be tempted many a time over the years, never succumbed to temptation.
"Your ol' man sure gotta lighten up. Ain't nothing wrong with a little weed every now and then," Older Bro responds.
"No chance. Ain't nothing worse than being a druggie according to papa," Randolph stands his ground.
"'Cept being a faggot," Twin Two says looking directly at me. My face is flushed and my dick is hard. Kinda hard to deny what I am at this particular moment. I can tell twin Two is the most worrisome among the brothers Jackson.
"Ain't that the truth," Randolph chuckles as he and Twin Two high-five. Laughter all around me is invading my ears. "Listen, how 'bout $1 a blow? Dean charges more but he ain't here. Besides, we kinda got 'deal' worked out," Randolph informs them.
Older Bro reached into his pocket and pulls out a wad of cash. I guess he's pretty good at selling pot. Holding it to his side so none of us can really see how much is there, he does a quick count. Turning back to Randolph he asks, "How much to take a ride on his pretty white ass?"
Randolph thinks for 5-10 seconds then says, "Well, normally it be higher, but how's $20 and you can do whatever you want with him for 30 minutes. No blood or bruises. I gotta return him in the same condition." Holy Fuck! Randolph is pimping my ass to these guys. I'm shocked even though I told him to do whatever it took to protect his straight status. I never expected this though.
Older Bro counters with $10. Randolph drops his price to $18. Older offers $13. Randolph goes to $15 and the deal is done. For $15 my mouth and ass are offered up to three of Randolph's neighbors for 30 minutes. That's only 50 cents per minute!
Randolph pockets the money then steps back as the three Jackson brothers advance towards me. I feel like a little lamb being led to slaughter. Twin Two tells me, "Take that shirt off pussy boy." I do so tossing it to Randolph for safe keeping. Not that it matters without shorts to wear.
Older Bro pushes me to my knees then tells me, "Time for your prize. Take it out and get sucking queer boy." Pulling down his zipper and separating the flap I see he is wearing light blue boxers, not traditional white briefs. Interesting. I knew Randolph and Eze wore boxers sometimes too. Nobody in my predominantly white school did. I wondered if it was a 'black' thing. They were certainly ahead of the time. Maybe they were trend setters.
Tugging his boxers down I released his black king cobra. It was beautiful. I could have looked at it all day. Unfortunately I wasn't given that luxury. Older Bro grabbed it with his hand and smacked me across the face with it a few times. "Come on, I ain't paying for you to look. Open up," he commanded. I wrapped my lips around the head and worked my tongue over his glans. I was slightly disappointed that he and his brothers were all cut. Can't have everything.
Bobbing my head up and down I soon worked his 7 inches all the way to the back of my throat. Having swallowed Eze and other larger cocks, this was quite enjoyable. Holding onto his thighs I slurped away on his member as he began swinging in and out. I was so horned up at this point I wanted to tell him to pound away and give me a good face fucking, but I didn't want to remove his cock from my mouth even for an instant.
"Yes, slurp that baby down." "Awesome, look at the cocksucker go." "Wait until I tickle your tonsils." The twins were making lewd comments as I went to town on their brother.
It didn't take but a short, sadly very short, few minutes for Older Bro to grab my head and start moaning, "Fuck. Take my spooge you fucking faggot cocksucking queer." With those choice words he blasted his load into my mouth. Thankfully he wasn't at the back of my throat and I could taste his swimmers. They were rich and thick and creamy. I was not surprised when he pulled out of my mouth and sprayed the last few shots across my face, one squirt landing on my left eye almost gluing it shut. By now I knew it was a power trip to spray your spunk on a cocksuckers face. I'd wear it, along with everyone else's that night, like a badge of honor.
Older Bro hadn't removed his cock for 2 seconds before Twin Two was taking his place. Twin Two hooked his balls under his shorts as he advanced toward me. He was smaller than Older Bro, maybe 6 inches but a little thicker. He sighed when he plunged his cock into my throat. He lasted only a few minutes before repeating Older Bro's moves, some in my mouth, some on my face. Twin Two was just pulling out when Jimbo came out for his cigarette break.
Jimbo strolled over to us with a huge smile on his face to match the huge boner in his pants. "Looks like the party already started. Mind if I step in. I only got 5 minutes."
"Time?" Older Bro asked.
Randolph looked at his watch and said, "You got 24 more minutes. Make it 25 since you was interrupted. Go ahead Jimbo."
"How much time they got?" Jimbo asked.
"Thirty minutes for $30," Randolph lied. I didn't know if Jimbo got a higher price cause he was older, or white, or if Randolph wanted to discourage him.
Whatever the reason, Jimbo said, "Too rich for my blood." Looking at Older Bro he commented, "You must doing alright man." By now he had removed his throbbing dick from his work trousers as he approached me. Sticking his 6 1/2 inch, white, cut, dick with it's enormous pointed mushroom head into my mouth he told me, "Time to pay up. Suck it punk." He enjoyed a cigarette while I enjoyed a cock.
So far the two blowjobs I gave the Jackson brothers were nice and easy. This was not. Jimbo slammed my face repeatedly, pulling me by the hair with his free hand. I thought I was going to get a bloody nose he pounded me so hard. Everyone was shocked by the viciousness of my skull fuck. "Whoa, look at him go." "Oh My God, he's really pounding him." "Holy shit, I think he's trying to come out the back of his neck." "Man, listen to that homo choke."
Choking, I was definitely doing my fair share. Six and a half inches wasn't enough to trigger my gag reflex at this point in my cocksucking career. But the speed this was delivered more than made up for the dick size. I could barely catch my breath. One second I was hoping Randolph would tell him to take it easy, and in the next praying he wouldn't and blow (no pun intended) his home boy cover.
I think Jimbo reamed my throat for 4 1/2 minutes of his 5 minute break. He unleashed a torrent of hot baby makers in my throat. It was only after hearing the Jackson brothers encouraging him to unload on my face that he did so. Despite 5 or 6 shots deposited in my mouth, he coated my nose and lips with 4 more good sized ones. Jimbo then smeared it all over my face. He told me to stick out my tongue so he could squeeze out the last two drops.
"Man, That was a huge load for a white dude," Twin Two half assed complimented Jimbo.
"Thanks. I gotta split." Turning back to me Jimbo told me to open my mouth. I figured he wanted to see if I swallowed his massive load. Instead he leaned in close and hocked up a huge phlegm ball and spit it in my mouth. The Jackson boys roared with laughter when I followed Jimbo's order and swallowed it down. Yuck. This guy was probably as bad as Huck. Jimbo thanked Randolph again and said if he could get a piece of my ass, Jimbo would let Randolph take a little free shopping spree in the store. Randolph agreed, though I think it was just talk. Jimbo went back inside and I turned my attention to Twin One who had yet to receive any action from me.
Before I could start, Randolph went over to the side of the dumpster and picked up a cardboard box off the ground. This was long before recycling. Flattening it Randolph placed it in front of me then put the crop top shirt on it. "Here, kneel on this."
"Aw, ain't that sweet," Twin Two mocked Randolph.
"Fuck you. His daddy and papa are friends. If I return him all bruised up they'll be hell to pay. I done told you that. Now shut it!" Twin Two actually took a half step back. Randolph could be a mean ass when he wanted. Of course, it helped that he was 6 inches taller than the twins and 4 inches taller than Older Bro.
Twin One moved in place and was proudly holding his stiff rod in my direction. Twins or not, he had his brother beat in the dick department with an impressive 6.75 inch dick. I was guessing Twin Two wasn't too thrilled with that. I figured I'd add a little fuel to the fire and see how much brotherly rivalry there was. "Wow, You're pretty big for your age. Nice." I couldn't see Twin Two's reaction but I did hear him "Humph," in frustration. That made my blowjob to Twin One all the more special. I worked his cock with my tongue and even pulled out for a minute to lick his balls. I don't think anybody had ever done that as he practically came on the spot as I nibbled his nuts.
By his breathing and rising on his toes I knew he was going to blast off any second. I backed off so he would cool down. I wanted this to last a little longer. Holding him in my mouth I nibbled some more on his dickhead driving us both crazy with lust. When he calmed down I began a slow motion back and forth on him. He was actually rubbing his hands through my hair. Eventually, he filled me with the sweetest tasting cum of the three Jackson brothers. Unlike the other two, Twin One allowed me to drink it all down for which I was grateful. He did manage to work a few drops out with his hand after he withdrew. He placed those on the end of my nose. I was happy they were there but nervous already about walking home like that.
My erection had never gone down through-out the four blowjobs. A fact Twin Two noticed when I sat back on my haunches. I didn't think it possible to be more embarrassed but their laughter at my boner increased my humiliation exponentially. My throbbing dick was beating in time with my heart. I could actually see it thumping. Twin Two commented on that as well, "Hey. Look at his dick twitch. He must be really hot to trot. Can we backdoor him now!?" he asked Older Bro.
"Yeah, but let's warm his ass up first," Older Bro said. Grabbing my arm he pulled me up and over to 55 gallon drum barrel standing next to the dumpster. Before he pushed me over in place Older Bro put another piece of cardboard on top to cushion it. Walking in back of me he began rubbing my cheeks. "Time?" he asked Randolph.
"Nineteen minutes." Wow, I had given Twin One a 6 minute blow job. That was twice as long as either of the other two. That was only fitting since I liked him twice as much.
"Let me know when we use up 3 minutes," Twin One instructed Randolph. Then he picked up a discarded piece of cardboard packaging lying on the ground. It was a triangular corner piece to some shipping box used for strength, about 15 inches long and two inches thick, and very, very hard. Older Bro asked, "Is this ok? His daddy shouldn't see his butt." Randolph nodded his head in the affirmative. With permission granted Older Bro began beating my ass. Fuck did it hurt. I was squirming all over the place. I shouted out twice before Randolph came over and shoved the crop top shirt in my mouth so I would "keep quiet." I was grateful for something on which I could bite through the pain.
After maybe a minute and 15-18 good smacks Older Bro handed the cardboard off to Twin Two, who tried to outdo his brother in both the number and severity. Luckily for me, he wore himself out after the first 8 excruciatingly hard blasts delivering only 8 (much less severe) more blows in the time he had remaining. I was crying by now and hoped that this was going to end soon. I'd much rather be fucked, even double fucked, than this.
Older Bro, thankfully, took the cardboard from Twin Two and handed it off to Twin One. I wanted to worship Twin One as he methodically delivered slow and steady strokes to my tender butt. They weren't terribly severe, but the repetition of them had a cumulative effect which was far greater in the end than the sheer viciousness of Twin Two.
"Time," Randolph called out. Phew. My heart was racing and my ass was throbbing. Rubbing my butt I felt the heat emanating off of it. Older Bro pushed my hand away and told me, "Don't be trying to soothe it bitch. Besides, it's time for the Main Event."
Twin One and Two cheered. Older Bro walked in front of me and pulled the shirt from my mouth, tossing it in the dumpster to join my shorts. I was down to my sneaks. Grease this up real good," Older Bro said as he shoved his dick in my mouth. I lathered it really well knowing it was all the lube I'd get.
Thankfully I was wrong. Randolph moved behind me and pulled my cheeks apart. Squatting down he hawked up several spit balls and delivered them onto my rosebud. "Don't want you destroying him before me and Eze gets to him tonight," Randolph explained. The brothers all laughed.
Older Bro replaced Randolph between my legs. Placing the tip of his dick at the entrance to my chute, he said, "Ready bitch. Take this." Then in one solid, though surprising gentle move, he slid his entire shaft in my ass. I grunted at the intruder but it could have been a lot worse. It was worse when Twin Two took his turn.
Older Bro rabbit fucked me for nearly ten minutes with his brothers encouraging him the entire time. Since he paid he didn't feel all that obligated to let them have as much time as he had. I felt his hot spunk coating the lining of my ass walls as he fired off his soldiers. Pulling out he asked, "Who's next?"
I knew before I saw, heard, or felt him between my legs. Twin Two was at the ready. He plunged in without any additional lube. Thankfully, Older Bro had done a good job of providing enough. "Ahh. Man oh man. This is the best," he shouted as he began a furious assault on me.
Randolph told Older Bro, "Make him clean you off. Ass-to-Mouth, as Dean calls it."
"Shiiiit? really. The mother fucker will do that?" Older Bro asked in shock.
"Sure will. Just shove it in his face. He'll do the rest." I almost smiled that Randolph was getting so into his role of straight boy.
Doing my duty as a good Bicha or Tool, I went to town licking and cleaning Older Bro's dick of his spent spunk and my ass juices, much to the digest of Twin One. "Oh, man. Is that ever sick."
"But it feels super," Older Bro admitted.
Twin Two was too wrapped up in his own pleasure to know what was transpiring around him. He was plugging my hole as hard and fast as he could. I knew he wasn't going to last any longer than Jeff or even Richard from school. Sure enough he yelled out in the third minute declaring, "FUCK. I gonna make this queer 'preggers' with my baby," as he filled me up with my second load of Jackson sperm.
After popping out of me, Randolph had to explain 'ATM' to him twice before he could comprehend the instructions. My suspicions that it was the first time he ever fucked anyone were confirmed when he exclaimed, "No wonder you guys like doing that so much. I gotta get me my own white pussy boy." He stuffed his slime covered cock in my mouth. I dutifully cleaned it.
Twin One was now in position. I heard him spit twice as he rubbed his cock making it nice and slick. He stuck a finger in my ass and worked it around. "We don't want any of this lube leaking out now do we?" Placing his black beauty in place he was balls deep and I didn't even know it until I felt his pubes scratching my tenderized ass.
He leaned over and placed his chest against my back. WTF? Is he going to make love to me in front of his brothers I wondered. "You're going to enjoy this so much, I'm going to make you cum," he told me. His brothers cheered him on thinking he was just talking smack. While not true love making, he fucked me slowly with a purpose. It was my turn to be amazed. "Ahhh, this is fan-fucking-tastic," Twin One shouted out.
Seeing the speed, or lack thereof, Twin One was doing me, Older Bro asked, "Time?"
After Older Bro finished there was only six minutes left. Twin Two took three of those so at best there could only be three more minutes until the clock ran out. Randolph must have been so turned on, or he saw how much enjoyment I was getting from Twin One, he softly replied, "Two, but let him go till he's finished." Then catching himself he quickly added, "I wanna see if he can make the homo cum just by reaming out his ass."
"Yeah. Do it bro," Twin Two encouraged. "That's the sign of a real faggot. Cumming from a dick up yer ass." Twin Two and Older Bro laughed and high-fived.
I was sure ready to pop off. My third dick in less than 15 minutes. Twin One, like Dean, knew exactly where and how to use his. He pounded my prostate over and over again. Pulling me up by the shoulders I was actually humping thin air when I erupted. My first cum shot arcing over the barrel. The rest landing on top of it. My butt clenching sent Twin One over the edge and he filled me with his precious load.
Twin Two, Older Bro, and even Randolph were cheering and slapping each other on the back, oblivious to us for the moment. Though Randolph was probably cheering for me. Twin One whispered in my ear, "Sweet. Wish we could do that alone sometime. Thanks." Glancing at the others, who were all still ignoring us, he quietly said, "Wish I could repay you." Then he turned us so our backs were away from the guys and gently squeezed my balls. "Thank-you again." Twin One withdrew and walked around in front of me. Taking my head in his hands he pulled me over and presented his dick glistening in three loads of Jackson baby makers. I caught his eye for just a moment before my mouth enveloped his member and saw him wink at me. OMG! Is there another closeted gay black kid? Wait until I tell Randolph!
After more than 30 minutes of sexual fun we were all tired and thirsty. Randolph suggested we go inside and get something to drink. Then looking at me naked, my face covered in cum, my ass leaking more cum, he told me to wait out here. He'd bring me something. I didn't have much of a choice as I watched the four of them walk down the side of the building and out of site. For a moment I panicked thinking, 'what if they leave me here?'
My mind raced with a million scenarios and worries. Would Randolph leave me? No, he wouldn't do that. Though he could pretend to and circle back and get me. Wait, I'm naked! Ok, I can always go dumpster diving and find my clothes. As skimpy and destroyed as they were, they were still better than the nothing I was presently wearing. Nothing except four loads of spunk. If all that wasn't enough of a concern, what about finding my way back to Randolph's house. I tried to visualize what route we took and hoped I could do it in reverse.
Suddenly I heard the back door to the Five-and-Dime opening. I scurried around the back of the dumpster hiding and praying it wasn't anybody else. My prayers went unanswered. It was Jimbo's co-worker. She came out for her cigarette break. She tossed some garbage in the dumpster then lit up her smoke. I remained perfectly still, not making a sound. I didn't want to draw attention to myself.
I heard footsteps getting louder. Please, no. My dick, which had deflated after blasting off from Twin One was back on the rise. Come on, not now I thought. Crossing my arms in front of my crotch I waited for the inevitable. Jimbo's co-worker popped her head around the dumpster and called out, "Gotcha!" She was a heavy set black girl, maybe mid 20s with the nicest smile and sparkling eyes looking me over head to toe.
My entire body stood there stiff as stone, dick included, frozen on that spot as if that was going to make her go away. My hands did little to hide my boner. Walking over to me she laughed and said, "I knew Jimmy got some action on his break. When those kids came back in and I didn't see you, I had to check it out."
Gripping my left wrist in her right hand, she moved my arm to my side, removing what protection it was providing me. Pushing my right arm to my other side I was now on full display. I was actually somewhat surprised that I had an erection again so soon after having just shot my wad. No I wasn't, it had a mind of its own.
"What's your name kid?"
"Ja...," I couldn't speak. My throat was so dry, even after swallowing four loads of liquid love juice. Clearing my throat I said, "Jamie," barely above a whisper.
"Well, Jamie. Looks like you've had quite the night. Are you having fun? Or do you need some help? I can get rid of those guys and maybe get you something to wear."
"No, I'll be alright. Do you know who Randolph is? Is he still there? I'm with him."
"Yeah, I know him. They're all still there. You sure you're ok honey?"
"Yes. Thank-you. Randolph will take care of me."
"Ok. I'll leave the backdoor to the store room open. If you need something, you come find me. OK?"
"Yes ma'am. Thank-you."
Dropping her cigarette butt to the ground she stomped it out. She gave me one more looking over and shook her head then walked away. I heard her mumble, "Damn horny white boys," before she disappeared inside.
Minutes later Randolph and the Jackson boys were back with drinks, one for me too. I gulped it down so fast I got a brain freeze, though I didn't care I was so thirsty. Randolph looked upset. Something must have happened. His cover wasn't blown (no pun intended) was it? No, he was holding something in his hand. When he saw me looking at it he held it out for me.
"We got you these to wear home," he said. "We voted and it was a 2-2 tie so we flipped a coin and you got these."
I reached out and took the small package from him. My eyes nearly fell out of my head when I saw what it was: A two pack of girls panties, white with pink lace around the waist. No fucking way!
"Put them on," Randolph told me. I could tell by his voice he wasn't into this.
I certainly wasn't. Ripping open the plastic wrapper I fumbled with one pair holding them by the waistband. They were so small I couldn't get my sneakers through the leg opening and had to take them off first. Tugging the panties up I heard them rip a little as I stretched them over my hips. My hard-on couldn't even be contained in the tiny white cotton. I tried to move it to the side but it still popped up and over the pink lacy waistband.
The guys all broke out laughing hysterically, even Randolph. I guess I did look pretty ridiculous. Twin Two shouted out, "What a pretty little girly."
Apparently I had reached another 'line'. Ripping the panties off I threw both pair in the dumpster and firmly said, "I ain't wearing those. I'm gay. I'm not a girl. I'd rather walk home naked."
The shocked look on everyone's face was priceless. I immediately worried what this would do for Randolph's reputation. Did I screw up?
"All right! Then walk home naked," Twin Two joyfully said before anyone else could say or do anything.
"NO! I can't be having' somebody calling the cops," Older Bro shouted. With the amount of pot he had on him he was more concerned about himself than me.
"What kinda 'tool' is he Randolph? Talkin' back like that? If he's Dean's Bicha he should know better," Twin Two asked.
"Dean said Bicha walked away once when Dean done something really bad. Don't know what it was, but Dean said Bicha did have some balls." Randolph did know though I was grateful he didn't reveal anything about the shit stained briefs. Twin Two didn't need any ideas.
"I told you we shoulda gotten the little boys briefs," Twin One spoke up. For a moment nobody said anything I think because they didn't know what to do. Finally Twin One smiled a crooked smile and said to Twin Two, since you wanted them girlie panties, I think you should give him your drawers."
"I ain't giving him my underwear," Twin Two spit out.
Older Bro lightly punched Twin One on the arm and said, "Good idea bro." Turning back to Twin Two he told him, "You can get 'em back when we gets to Randolph's house."
"No way! I don't want his queer stuff touching 'em. It might rub off on me," Twin Two stupidly claimed.
"It don't work that way moron," Randolph informed him.
"No it don't," Older Bro confirmed. "Now hand them over."
"No. You give him yours. You voted for the panties too," Twin Two countered.
"Yup. But it was your idea. So drop 'em. Don't make us do it for you. Or you might just lose yer shorts too," Older Bro threatened.
I guess going back inside and getting the little boy brief wasn't an option. That or nobody thought of it. Either way, it looked as if I would be getting Twin Two's underwear. I'd rather have Twin One's but I'd take what I could get.
When Twin Two didn't move, Older Bro advanced on his younger brother signaling Twin One and Randolph to help, "Come on guys, let's get 'em." Twin Two started backing up, but had nowhere to run and was out numbered 3 to 1. Grabbing Twin Two under the arms and then around his neck, Twin Two was quickly held firmly by Older Bro. "Grab his legs guys."
Randolph and Twin One each held a kicking leg. Twin Two was fighting with all his might. A valiant attempt though a losing battle. That left me to do the honors of stripping him. "Hey Bicha, take down his shorts and underwear," Older Bro instructed me.
With shaking hands I unsnapped his shorts and lowered the fly. Pulling them down his legs revealed his dirty piss stained, white-ish, hole riddled FOTL briefs. Once at his ankles, which were being held tightly by Randolph and Twin One, I went back up to his briefs. His kicking and squirming went into overdrive as my fingers went underneath his waistband. Getting stripped by a gay boy was NOT his idea of fun.
"Stop. Please. Don't."
"Shut the fuck up," Older Bro told him then slugged the top of Twin Two's head.
We all watched as Twin Two's junk became visible. Surprise, surprise, surprise. Twin Two was hard as nails. His 6 inch dick sticking straight out. Was he getting excited by this? Of course being 14 he probably had a perpetual hard-on like us all. That didn't stop his brothers and Randolph from tormenting him, "Whoa. Somebody's happy." "Maybe Bicha isn't the only queer boy." "Nice try, but I think Bicha is bigger than you."
The three of them dropped him on the ground as I pulled the shorts and briefs from Twin Two. Despite the lack of cleanliness and apparent piss and cum stains I quickly put on the briefs. Unfortunately, there was a hole on the side and my own hard cock poked out of it automatically without my noticing. I was too busy laughing with the others as Twin Two scrambled to his feet hiding his boner in his hands.
"Give me my shorts," Twin Two barked out.
Scooping them off the ground, Twin One asked, " Think we should? Maybe we should let Bicha have them?" Twin One tossed them to me. For a moment I had hope I was going walk home clothed. Sadly, it was not meant to be.
"No. We can't have nobody walking home nekkid,' Randolph said as he took the shorts out of my hand and threw them back to Twin Two. A grateful Twin Two pulled them on.
"Come on guys, it's gettin' late. We gotta get back home," Randolph announced.
So we started heading for home. The Jackson's lived two streets over from Randolph so the five of us headed down the Main Street. It was fairly dark by now though there was plenty of light from the telephone poles and businesses. Twin Two, having regained some sense of dignity now that he was dressed, sans briefs, told me, "Walk in front of us Bicha."
What a sight I must have been: A skinny white kid walking down the street in just a pair of dirty tighty-whities followed by four horny black teenagers. The tip of my hard cock was still protruding from the hole and Randolph told me to leave it when I tried to cover myself. Embarrassed or not, I was so thankful Randolph's straight cover was still intact.
Somehow we made it to their street without any confrontations. Twin Two demanded, "Give me my underwear gayboy." I looked at Randolph for guidance who shrugged his shoulders.
"Come on, somebody might see and call the cops," I argued.
Since they were departing Older Bro was no longer concerned. "Yeah so what? We ain't gonna get busted now," Older Bro said.
"I don't wanna get busted neither," Randolph told the brothers.
"You're close to home, he can run. Besides it's dark, nobody is gonna see him," Twin Two was making his case for my streaking down the street. I was sort of excited to do it, if my throbbing cock was any indication.
"Yeah," Older Bro agreed.
"I suppose," Randolph acquiesced.
Figuring the sooner I took them off the sooner I could run back to Randolph's house, I pulled the briefs off and whipped them at Twin Two. Randolph told me no covering up as I stood on the street corner, luckily there wasn't a street light here, my erection waiving in the night.
Twin One spoke up at this point, "You really gonna wear those after he did?" He asked Twin Two. Twin Two looked at his briefs crumpled in his hands and realized my junk had been where his were. Like he was holding a hot potato he threw them back to me and wiped his hands off on his shorts.
"What a fag, still boned to the max standing naked on the street corner," Twin Two said. As I was about to put them back on he said, "If you gonna wear 'em, you have to wear 'em on your head." Laughter ensued from the other three. Not wishing to hang around any longer, I put them on my head like a French beret and took off down the street. I faintly heard the guys making rude comments though I couldn't tell you what they called out.
In Randolph's backyard I sat on the old swing set waiting for Randolph to catch up with me. By the time he arrived, I had removed the briefs from my head though I was still holding then in my hands.
Sitting on the swing next to me Randolph looked me in the eyes and asked, "Too much?"
His sweet faced showed real concern and had we not been visible to the house and his father I would have leaned in and kissed him. "Well... No. Maybe the girlie panties. But the rest was kinda exciting." We both laughed. I held Twin Two's briefs as we sat re-living tonight's escapades.
After a while we had exhausted the topic and I figured I'd try again. "Hey Randolph, What happened with your papa? Did he catch you guys doing something? What punishment did he give Darius tonight that scared you? He said he gave it to you. What was it?"
Randolph looked down at the ground and said, "You can't tell nobody..."
To Be Continued...
Author's Note: Wow. Friday is sure turning into a long day. Three chapters and it isn't even over yet. So any guesses/thoughts on how Randolph and Darius were punished by their father?
On a sad note, I recently found out that the real Dale passed away two years ago, much too young, in his fifties. I'm now having some difficulty writing chapter 48 (which was in process when I heard of his passing). Though the story, like life, will continue. Even if Life is too short.
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