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Deans Bicha Chapter 48
Saturday Late Morning
Mr. Pierce just called me 'sweet thing' as I got out of his truck. OMG. I didn't have a lot of time to dwell on that right now. I had less than a half an hour to shower, dress, and get down to the Soarers house so we could make it on time to Matt's baseball game.
In my room I quickly undressed. I loved the boxers Randolph gave me but I knew I couldn't wear them around Dean. I would have liked to have kept the shorts from last night, rips and all, but they were in the dumpster. Besides, they were Dari's from last year so I wasn't out anything. As I emptied the pockets of my cutoffs I found a note from Randolph. "J, You earned this and my love, xoxo R" along with $15.00. Son of a Bitch. He gave me the entire amount Older Bro paid for me. I would have been happy for him to have kept it all. Money was tight in my house but it was a lot tighter in his. I'd offer to split it with him when I see him next.
I took a quick shower, running to the bathroom naked. Marla made sure mom spotted me. I still hated that, but what was done was done. I thought about yesterday as I lathered up. It was quite an exhausting, embarrassing, and sex filled day. Thinking about it I so wanted to pump out a load but I didn't have the time.
Dashing to my room, half wet but fully hard I managed to avoid mom at least. Marla wanted me to get caught but it didn't happen. She and Donny had something planned for tonight but she didn't tell me what. Getting dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, no briefs of course, I said goodbye to mom and headed down the street.
Dean was waiting for me. He immediately checked that I wasn't wearing any underwear. As if I would. We piled in the backseat of their car, me in the middle. His parents were dropping us off at the game. They would pick us up afterwards.
Before we were even out of the driveway, Dean ordered me to strip. It was embarrassing but I followed his directions. The boys laughed at me cause I was already hard. Dean said something to his parents and Mrs. Soarer turned around and looked at me. I wanted to crawl under the seats to avoid her gaze. She nodded at Dean and looked forward.
Dean grabbed me by the back of my neck pulling me toward his crotch. I quickly opened his shorts and pulled out his dick. He had a day and a half of dick cheese under his foreskin, yuck. Though by now I was starting to get used to it. After I cleaned his cock, I sucked him off swallowing his spunk.
Pushing me off, Dean told me to do Dale. Spinning around Dale was already exposed awaiting my warm mouth. Surprisingly, he had a build up of smegma too which was quite uncharacteristic of him. Guess that was the price to pay for missing yesterday.
After I finished with Dale, Dean grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled me back onto his soft cock. I knew what was coming and prepared to swallow his piss. He kept telling me not to spill any or I'd be sorry. I managed to drink most of his pee, only a drop or two escaping. Dean said I'd pay for that later. Dale followed by emptying his bladder too. I wouldn't be thirsty for a while now.
At the ballpark Dean and Dale opened the car doors and left me scrambling to get dressed before being seen. Mr. and Mrs. Soarer said they'd be back in 3 hours. This was way before cell phones so we had to set a time and place to meet them.
Unfortunately, I didn't get to see much of the game. Not that I cared about baseball, or most sports, but Matt was my friend and I wanted to watch him play. Besides, the tight knit baseball pants were quite revealing. I could actually see the straps of the players jocks. Not as nice as Robby's wrestling singlet or a swimmers skimpy speedo, but still thrilling none the less.
I spent the majority of the time in one of two cinderblock restrooms sucking dicks. Dean introduced me to the concept of "glory holes." I sucked 8 faceless dicks, I think mostly players. Or I hoped they were all players and not any coaches. I wasn't too sure because I saw a pair of shoes under the stall divider which were not players cleats. When I was on a break while Matt was at bat, I saw a coach with those same shoes. Though I did see a kid with similar shoes so maybe it was him I told myself.
Matt's team won 8-4. He got two doubles and 3 RBIs. We were all rather proud of him. After the game, Dean thought I should suck off the team to congratulate them. Jeff had joined us by then and thought it was a perfect idea. I was kinda disappointed that it didn't happen due to logistics.
Mr. Archer, as one of the coaches on Matt's team, took us along with the entire team out for ice cream after the game. Mr. and Mrs. Soarer showed up in the last inning and left once it was determined we were going with the team. Dean kept whispering how he wanted me to suck everyone off still. There were some real cuties on the team and I wouldn't have minded doing the entire team had there been a place. My erection was clearly visible in my tight cutoff shorts.
Mr. Archer dropped us back at the Soarer's house afterwards where Dean let Matt go first to celebrate. Matt, Jeff, Dale, then Dean all fucked me. My butthole was a bit tender after yesterday though I knew I couldn't complain.
I needed to be home to go to church Saturday at 5:00 so I left shortly after 4:00. As I stripped off in my room I found $11 in my back pocket with a note which said I owed Marla $4 for her share. Son of a Bitch, Dean pimped me out at the ballpark. I felt cheap and dirty yet also excited. I walked into her room with the money which after explaining she told me to keep. She just enjoyed humiliating me and making me perform. To that end I was instructed to jerk it' and eat up'.
As many times that I have pulled it in front of my sister, I was still embarrassed. She loved when I licked the spunk out of my hand, my face burning in shame. She then told me to go shower and that there would be a bigger price to pay tonight.
Marla and Donny joined us for dinner that night. Under the pretense of ice cream (as if I needed anymore) Donny and Marla took me to Dairy Queen. Thankfully, there wasn't a repeat of any humiliating events.
On the drive home, Donny did take a detour however. We drove to the apple orchards where, with Marla watching, Donny fucked me, twice. Seems it was my sister's time of month so I was expected to service him.
In between fucks they questioned me about my stay at Randolph's house. Excluding anything Randolph swore me to keep secret I told them everything else. They couldn't believe all the guys and how I didn't even know who most of them were. (I also told the about the glory hole today.) They agreed I was becoming a slut.
After Donny unloaded in my ass a second time I gave him an ATM then held him in my mouth. He caught on and released his bladder. Marla told me I was a `sicko' but she loved me anyway and was glad we were in each others lives. Donny said he loved me too. I felt rather proud of myself at that moment. We headed home and all and all it was a quiet evening watching TV. I didn't see either the Soarer or Archer boys on Sunday. I knew there would be a price to pay on Monday for that.
------------- Sunday
Dad was shaking my foot to wake me. We were going fishing and I jumped out of bed, naked with my morning wood pointing toward the ceiling. There was no point in trying to hide it from him at this point, though I was still self conscious about it.
We had a great time. Dad caught 3 trout, I caught two and one bass. Though I had the largest trout. We always bet who would get the most and who would get the biggest. We always fished early morning, from 6 to 9, then got off of the lake before the bigger boats pulling water skiers started. Because of their wakes and being anchored along shore we always rocked too much to remain much past 9:00AM.
However, this morning for whatever reason we left a little bit after 10:00. Dad had another surprise, he rented a boat slip at the small marina which meant we didn't have to take the boat in and out every time. That would save us tons of time. After docking we stored our gear and put a cover over the boat, securing the lines.
It was almost 11:00 by then and sun was getting really hot. I asked dad if I could jump in the lake to swim. He was ok with it but reminded me we were going straight to the restaurant afterwards before heading home. He wasn't working but needed to meet with some people to discuss some business stuff about the purchase. Not wanting to get the only shorts I had with me wet, I told him never mind.
I was caught off guard when he asked, "What underwear are you wearing?" Pulling the back of my shorts he confirmed I was wearing some and told me to swim in them. Good thing I had put some on this morning. Of course there wasn't anyway to avoid it as he all but watched me get dressed this morning. I had on a pair of skimpy yellow bikini underwear which he said looked like a speedo when I protested. My desire to swim outweighed any modesty so I quickly stripped off my t-shirt and shorts.
I couldn't believe I was actually standing on the boat dock in my underwear in front of complete strangers. I won't tell you I got a boner because you should know by now what happened. Dad chuckled and told me to jump in quickly to "cool that off." Just before I leapt off of the dock, he whispered, "If the cold water doesn't make that go down, you better take care of it before you come out."
OMG! Dad just told me to jerk off in the water with a dozen or so people launching their boats right next to me. So that's what I did. I swam a little farther out than I would normally but the whole idea of pulling it in public was thrilling. Dad leaned against a railing having a cigarette talking to a man and his son (about 10 years old) as I blew my load in the water. It was fascinating watching it congeal into small round blobs of white floating in the water.
Once I was satisfied, or should I say my balls were emptied, I emerged from the water only to discover the thin yellow fabric was quite transparent when wet. I wrapped a towel around me to hide my predicament. Skinning off the bikini underwear I was pulling up my shorts when out of nowhere the kid ripped off my towel exposing me to the world. Well, not the world , but maybe 10 people, men, women, and a few kids around us. Then the kid pushed me off of the dock and I landed in the water with a giant splash which drew the attention of even more people. Dad told me to "be a man" and get out. Climbing the dock ladder I needed both hands so I couldn't cover up my once again growing dick. Everyone (about 25 people now kids included) had a good laugh at my expense as I struggled to get my shorts on over my wet legs. Dad tossed me the towel and said "let's get going." I never wanted to go back to the marina again. I would of course hoping to re-live the incident, which sadly never happened.
At the restaurant dad met up with the selling owner. He told me to look around and stay out of trouble. On Sundays they opened at 1:00 for Sunday dinner for people after church. Sunday breakfast buffets were still a few years in the future. I made my way around back and as luck would have it ran into the kitchen guy who I sucked off last time I was here.
He was glad he got to work before his shift started so there was time for me to "suck my cock little one," as he put it. Taking me down the outside stairs to the basement storage room I was pushed to me knees and a hard cock was presented to me. I swallowed him and began sucking away. I wanted this to be fast.
I fondled his low hanging nuts trying to work his juices out of them quicker when he pulled himself from my hot mouth. Looking down at me he asked, "You take it up the ass kid?" Why I didn't shake my head No, I'll never understand. I guess I was just too honest, so I nodded Yes. Smiling at me, I was instructed to 'drop em.' Unfastening the button and lowering the zipper of my cutoffs they fell to the floor.
Whistling at my bare ass, he rubbed his hand over my left cheek and exclaimed, "Damn, you're one hot to trot fucker. No underwear to get in the way. Leaning me over some boxes of canned goods, I felt his spit landing on my exposed hole. He worked two phlegm balls around and in my hole before placing the head of his slime covered cock at the entrance. "Ready?"
Not that his question did any good as he speared me like a fish with his rod. Clamping his hand over my mouth prevented me from screaming out at the assault, luckily I adjusted quickly. I guess there are benefits from getting fucked so much.
Though I was scared at being caught, I got into the action and began pushing back onto his hardness while jerking off. He appreciated my efforts and rewarded me with 8 or 9 blasts of hot cum soothing the walls of my chute as I sprayed a load over the canned goods. Dean's training paid off as he was at first grossed out but then pleasantly surprised as I cleaned his cock off with my tongue afterwards. Still to this day I never miss the opportunity to give someone an ATM.
Redressing we headed upstairs and he went to punch his time card. I hung around front waiting for dad. I could feel the cum sliding out of my well used hole and at the tip of my dick. I hoped they wouldn't make wet spots on my shorts.
Sunday Afternoon Back home mom and Marla were making a salad and dessert for Sunday dinner. Dad had made a big lasagna the night before and it was already in the oven. Mom told me to shower quickly then set the table for nine people. The couple they were partners with in a mixed bowling league and their two children, along with Donny of course, were coming to dinner.
Marla whispered to me to put on the underwear she left under my pillow then come set the table in just the briefs. I dreaded what I would find. I dashed naked from the bathroom to my room, as required and reached under my pillow. Shit! Somehow I was holding the torn, old underwear mom had told me numerous times to throw away. If she saw me in them she'd know I kept taking them out of the garbage. How could I explain that. Having no choice, I slipped them on and prayed mom would be too busy to notice. My prayers went unanswered.
"JAMISON ELLIOT!" Mom screamed. Busted for sure. Then suddenly she seemed to calm down. Dad wanted to know what the problem was and she informed him despite all the new briefs she had purchased and the more fashionable ones I got with Marla and Donny I continued to wear this old ratty pair. Dad commented that made sense since I only had one pair in the wash for an entire week. Was he EVER going to forget that?
"Ok Mister, If you like those so much you can wear nothing but them for the rest of the day." Even though I pointed out we were having company, there was no talking her out of the punishment. Dad told me to "Be Quiet, OR ELSE," which usually meant a spanking. I shut my mouth after that.
I finished setting the table as mom called our guests. Bill and Jan Sheen and their kids, Billy 12 and Susy 10, were expected within the hour. Mom explained the "situation" to Jan and said I could stay in my room while they were over so as not to embarrass them. Embarrass them? I thought. I'd be the one in his underwear in front of company.
I knew I had better `spank it' to drain my balls a few times before our guests arrived. In my room, I shot off two quick loads, eating them up. Hope they wouldn't ruin my appetite for lasagna (hehehe). I figured empty balls would prevent me from throwing wood. No such luck.
The Sheens arrived and the kids were all smiles as I stood in the driveway along with the rest of my family greeting our guests. I did hang back out of direct view from the street, not that it really mattered at this point. Dad told us kids (Marla and Donny hung with the adults) to go out back and play, but to stay close as dinner was almost ready.
We headed to the tent in back and sat outside it. Susy kept staring at my underwear clad junk. I could feel myself growing harder. Shit. Billy was the first to ask what happened to get me in such a situation. I gave them the abridged version of wearing my old underwear still, not mentioning anything about Marla's orders to do so. They both had a good laugh at my embarrassment. I was fully boned by now.
I figured I rather face my parents than have these kids (really just Susy as Billy was cute) see me erect. I headed inside to plead to be able to put on some shorts.
Standing in the living room in my old, cum and piss stained briefs in front of 6 people with a raging boner was beyond humiliating. I did't think it could get any worse, yet it did. Billy and Susy followed me inside as I asked to get dressed. Mom was almost on board seeing my condition until dad told me to go to my room and 'take care of it.'
Smiles were all around, including Billy who understood. Susy asked for clarification. In a soft voice Mrs. Sheen reminded her how boys ejaculate and their erections then deflate. To my utter horror Susy said, "Cool. Can I watch?" My eyes fell out of my head.
Mom said, "Oh Susy, that's kind of a private thing. Like going to the bathroom." Thank-you mom I thought.
Jan then commented how it would be educational. I always thought the Sheens were sexually a little more liberal than my parents just by some comments they made during bowling and parties we attended together. This confirmed it.
Mom was still hesitant, THANK YOU MOM. Until Dad piped up, "Well he does it often enough, it should be rather quick." He has only caught me a few times and this morning was HIS idea in the water. Now he thinks it's ok for me to rub one out in front of company. Good Grief Charlie Brown!
The discussion that took place after that was really a blur. Ultimately, under threat of a spanking, I was standing in the living room, my briefs pulled down to my knees, stroking myself in front of my parents, my sister and her boyfriend (nothing new there), our parents friends Bill and Jan, and their two kids, Billy 12 and Susy 10. That's really 6 adults and 2 kids. Un-fucking-belivable.
Having already cum four times today it took me longer than it should have. I pounded away like a mad man hoping to shoot a load fast. I practically wore the skin off of my dick. I panicked when I heard my mom shout out, "not on the rug." I caught my load in my other hand though I almost brought it to my mouth. Now how would I ever explain that I ate my own jizz.
Mom excused me after that and told me to clean up and figured I suffered enough as she told me I could get dressed. Phew.
I was mostly the topic of conversation at dinner which ruined my appetite more than eating my cock snot would have. After dinner, our parents were off to bowling for practice in their upcoming tournament. That left Marla and Donny in charge, which would not be good for me.
Marla took Susy and did her hair and applied make-up to her in order to keep her busy. Donny took Billy and me out back to the tent. He wasted no time in asking if Billy enjoyed the pre-dinner show. Billy thought it was the best thing he ever saw. Donny asked if he wanted to see more. Soon I was naked, on my knees sucking Billy.
Billy was just starting puberty at 12. He was definitely behind Dean. Billy had a few sparse, straight pubes around his dick, which hadn't yet started to fill out fully. His balls were pulled up tight too. None of this diminished from me swallowing him entirely. Billy kept squirming all over as Donny told him to stay still. I was crawling around the tent just to keep him in my mouth. Though he produced no sperm, he had a dry orgasm all too fast.
"Man! That was the best thing I ever felt in my whole life," Billy exclaimed.
"Oh, I can think of something better. Give yourself some time then Jamie will show you," Donny offered. Billy would have been happy for another blowjob. He said he couldn't wait to tell his friend, Scott, back home.
"Scotty is never going to believe I got me a suck job."
"It's called a `blowjob," I corrected him.
"Blowjob, right."
Donny moved into position and I started sucking him off but he didn't shoot a load. After five or so minutes he pulled out and said it looked like Billy was ready to go again. Imagine his surprise, and mine, when Donny had me get on all fours and positioned Billy's dick at my hole.
Billy was somewhat grossed out about putting it up his hole' cause it was dirty.' Donny assured him I kept myself clean, which of course I did. Minutes later, with Donny's guidance, Billy was firmly imbedded in my butthole. Donny moved around and fed me his cock. While I enjoyed being spit-roasted, I wished that their positioned were reversed. After all, Donny had the bigger cock for fucking and Billy had a perfect size for sucking.
Billy lasted only a few minutes then screamed out "FUCK' as his balls contracted attempting to fire his blanks. Donny had them switch spots and my wish was granted as Donny filled my ass. Billy couldn't believe I was cleaning his dick off after it came out of my hole. Donny explained the term, ATM to him. He giggled like the little kid he was. Donny filled me up again. We rested for a bit afterwards.
Billy timidly asked, "Jamie? Did you really like doing all that?"
Donny chuckled and told Billy, "Look at his boner. That should tell you."
Yup, I was hard. What gay kid wouldn't be? I was embarrassed for him to know about me. Though the next time I went over to his house we went next door to his friend Scotty's were I sucked them both off. Scotty shot a nice creamy load down my throat and thankfully, Billy had started shooting by then too.
We dressed, Donny told me no underwear which Billy thought was `cool'. Marla and Susy joined us guys and we played croquet in the backyard until our parents returned. Donny left shortly after that and we had another quiet evening at home. Luckily, Marla did not do anything to expose me going commando. Dad would have hit the roof.
To Be Continued...
Author's Note: A little shorter chapter than most as I have had very little free time to write during the summer. I'm trying to move the story along toward the Fourth of July weekend which may be the end of the story. I haven't been getting much response nor do I know where the story will go after that weekend. I still have several chapters to write so please let me know your ideas and suggestions. To those of you who haven't written, a reminder that I'm Jamie in this story, as in Deans Bicha. Contact me at DeansBicha@gmail.com