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Deans Bicha 49b
Tuesday Morning
I awoke before either Dean or Dale. I'm an early riser, which I get from my dad. Dean was cuddled on my left, Dale on my right. Clenching my butt cheeks I tested to see how sore my hole was. Whatever was in Mrs. Soarer's anal cream must have worked miracles on it overnight. Or I was becoming accustomed to be gang banged. A scary thought all by itself.
I had to pee but didn't want to disturb the Soarer boys so I remained still. Lying there thinking about everything that happened yesterday I figured I was fucked a total of 18 times. Wow! Though, many of the kids at the pool were typical 11 and 12 year olds with not nearly the size equipment that Dean, Dale, Donny, Randolph, Eze, Darius, etc... had. Wow, that's a lot of cock. And like Richard, nobody lasted too long either.
Eventually Dean and Dale stirred and woke up. Dale hoped out of bed and went to pee. I was concerned that Dean was going to make me drink his morning load. Luckily, after Dale returned, Dean took his turn, telling me to stay put. By now my bladder was ready to burst and I didn't want to wet the bed. I think he noticed the need in my eyes and he told me just to hold it for another minute.
I heard running water and wondered what he was doing in there. Finally the toilet was flushed and I saw the bathroom light go off. Phew, my turn I hoped. Dean smiled at me as he crawled under the covers while grabbing my junk in his hand. His face was inches above my piss hard-on. The next thing I heard was him telling me softly "just let it go" as his warm mouth enveloped my dick.
WHAT! Did he want me to pee in his mouth? I couldn't believe Dean was actually going to drink my morning load. How nasty. I felt his hand tickling my balls and I couldn't hold out any longer. I began pissing hard and fast. I could hear him swallowing loudly as he gulped mouthful after mouthful of my strong boring brew. To his credit and my astonishment, Dean never spilt a drop.
When my bladder was finally empty Dean started working his soft lips up and down my shaft. What a treat, a morning blowjob but I was the recipient this time. I glanced over at Dale, who was watching us, and he quietly whispered in my ear "just enjoy it." Hell Yes! No doubt I would.
I didn't want Dale to be left out and would have loved to suck his dick but he had other plans. Pulling back the covers he crawled behind Dean and pulled Dean's ass cheeks apart then rammed his tongue up his brother's chute. As Dean continued to swallow my ragging boner I heard Dale spit a few times into Dean's hole. Using his first two fingers he began prepping Dean as if to fuck his younger brother.
Dale pulled his fingers from Dean slapping him on the right butt cheek. "Ready."
Getting the signal from Dale, Dean removed his warm mouth from my cock and shifted his body. The next thing I knew Dean was squatting down over my erection lining it up to penetrate his own ass. OMG!
Dropping his whole weight down my entire dick was buried up Dean's ass in seconds. It was soft, warm, and tight. Dean started rocking back and forth fucking himself on my manhood. I was in heaven for sure. Looking down at me, Dean smiled and softly said, "I owe you this after yesterday. I'm so proud of you Jamie."
"Jamie?" Did he call me by my name? What happened to Bicha? With a questioning expression I started to ask him, "Mestre', wh--------" but he cut me off by placing a finger across my lips.
"Shush. No Mestre' now." Dean then picked up the pace and began bouncing forcefully on my hard rod. I wasn't going to last long that was for sure. Dean signaled for Dale to come over. Dale stood over my head facing his brother, who then gobbled down Dale's dick lick a starving man. While not in the traditional position for a spit roast, Dean was still in fact taking a dick in each hole.
I looked up at Dale's balls swinging as he face fucked Dean's mouth, my own cock fucking Dean's ass. I made a mental picture of what this looked like from another person and thought how hot it would be to have a Polaroid of this action. I didn't know it at the time but Dale had actually set up their father's 8mm video camera and the whole sex scene was being filmed.
Surprisingly, Dale only stuffed Dean's face for a few minutes. Popping his saliva slimed love stick from its warm wet place, Dale moved around back behind us. Dean was now laying his body down on mine. Dale wiggled his way between our legs placing the tip of his dick at the base of mine and the entrance to Dean's hole.
Double OMG! Dale and I are about to double fuck Dean. Holy shit. The thought had barely registered in my brain as I felt Dale slide his hot cock up along mine inside Dean's hot ass. This was the best way EVER to start the day.
Now for those of you who have had the pleasure of being double penetrated, you know the person on the bottom in my position doesn't really get to fuck a whole lot. It's mostly the person on the top who can pound away. Dale slammed into Dean over and over and over again. Dean had begun making out with me as we traded spit, our tongues dueling with each other.
Sadly, all good things must come to and end, and with Dale cumming so too did our DP of Dean. Extracting himself, Dale moved back around in front of Dean and presented his bro with his cum covered cock for cleaning. This allowed me to slam upwards to achieve my own orgasm, blasting off my boys to mix with Dale's inside Dean's hole.
Dean finished the ATM on Dale then slid off of my own deflating dick. Twisting around Dean began cleaning my slimy cock of not only my load but that of Dale's too. Looking up at Dean's junk dangling above my face I wanted nothing more than to suck him off now. Dean had other ideas.
Working his dripping hole over my mouth he wiggled his butt. He didn't order me to eat the two loads out of his ass. But at that moment I was glad to do it of my own accord. Placing my hands on each of his cheeks I guided his pink rosebud to my mouth. Dean relaxed and Dale's and my cum began to flow out. I lapped away at it happily. I smiled internally when I heard Dean say, "Save some for me."
Holding the last bit of baby batter in my mouth, I actually took charge and pulled Dean back up to me so we were face to face. Our eyes locked as he kissed me deeply. Wrapping his arms around me he rolled us over so I was now on top. The combined spunk went from my mouth to his. We didn't stop sucking face until all traces were consumed.
We lay there for several minutes as our heart beats returned to normal. Closing my eyes I relaxed in Dean's warm embrace as we snuggled. I thought of all the things, good and bad, Dean had put me through in such a short time. It hadn't even been two full months since they first made me stand by the roadside naked. I couldn't imagine then all that I would do or have done to me.
Opening my eyes I turned to Dean. His eyes were closed and it looked as if he drifted off to sleep. I knew right then and there I would allow myself to experience everything all over again as long as I could be here right now.
"Boys, come up for breakfast," Mrs. S. called down. Then she said something in Portuguese to which both Dean and Dale laughed as they slipped on briefs. Surprisingly, Dean tossed me a pair and told me to put them on, but inside out. I was so happy to wear something to breakfast I didn't question it.
Before I could step into them Dean held my balls in his hand and said, "That was fun. Now let's go eat breakfast, Bicha." He gripped my nuts tightly when he said `Bicha."
I answered, "Yes Mestre'," knowing our roles were back to normal.
As we reached the top of the stairs I was shocked to see my mom standing next to Mrs. Soarer. Even though Dean had instructed me to walk around my house in my briefs, sometimes even less, I wasn't too sure how I felt about mom seeing me in my briefs at a neighbors house.
By the look on her face she was just a shocked. Except for the laundromat incident, mom thought most of my exposures had been in the privacy of the house. Thankfully, she didn't know anything about my roadside flashing, K-Mart streaking, or underwear shopping with Marla and Donny. "Hi honey," she recovered quickly.
"Hi mom. What are you doing here?"
"I had to sign the permission slip for your physical that Mrs. Soarer is taking you to this morning."
"Oh. Ok." I was trying to move toward the table to sit, thus covering my underwear clad body. Dean and Dale were still by the basement door. Dean had a slight smile on his face as if he was expecting something to happen. Then it did.
"Jamison Elliot! What are you wearing?"
"Um, just underwear mom. We were downstairs when Mrs. S. called us for breakfast. We haven't got dressed yet." I was hoping she picked up on the `we' which would justify me walking around like this at someone else's house.
Glancing over at the Soarer boys, mom glared back at me. "I don't care if you boys are in your underwear. I'm a little surprised, but if Mrs. Soarer is ok, then so am I. What I am upset about is you wearing them INSIDE OUT AGAIN. What have I told you time and time again? Now take those off and give them to me this instant!"
"Mom! I can't do that." I had to put up the appearance that I didn't want to be naked in front of the Soarers. I know, how silly given everything that has happened so far.
"I told you before if you wore them inside out again you'd lose them all together, no matter where, when, or with whom." Turning to Mrs. S., mom asked and received permission to administer her brand of punishment. Dean was smiling openly at this point. He must have known mom was going to be here and framed me.
"Mom, please," I pleaded. Even though I'd be naked as soon as she stepped out the door anyway, I had to make this look realistic.
"Jamison!" mom said holding out her hand.
I pulled my briefs down and they fell around my ankles. I stepped out of them and handed them to her. She commented that I couldn't wear these dirty ones to the doctor anyway. While my face flushed with embarrassment, my dick responded in kind and was on the rise sticking straight out from my body. Mom turned my briefs back around then apologized to Mrs. Soarer for my behavior.
"I understand completely. My two boys don't always listen either."
"Maybe if you find this embarrassing enough you will remember to dress correctly," mom lectured me. By now I was 75% hard. Then my mother saw me and gasped and began to have second thoughts. "Oh dear. I didn't expect that to happen. Maybe you should put these back on."
Mrs. Soarer intervened, "Don't worry about that. I'm used to the hormones of teen and preteen boys. Right boys?" all eyes turned to them. Both of their briefs were straining to contain erections too.
"Yes, I can see that," mom nervously laughed.
They were either good actors or embarrassed themselves as they turned red. I'm guessing Dean was acting. Dale was more than likely truly embarrassed. Mrs. Soarer reached out and took my briefs from mom saying she'd include them with the wash, though that part never happened.
Mom to her credit didn't argue. She simply smiled at Mrs. Soarer and thanked her. Turning back to me, and my now completely hard pecker pointing toward the ceiling, she said, "Jamie, you mind Mrs. Soarer and be good. If you don't have any here, go home and get clean underwear before your physical. I don't have to remind you HOW to wear them do I?"
"No mom."
"You are lucky mister that I have to get to work, or I'd be giving your rear end a good spanking too." Before I could respond, Mr. Soarer walked into the kitchen where he and mom greeted each other. "Excuse me for interrupting but I overheard. I have to teach my boys a good lesson on their backside every now and then. If you wish, I can administer young Jamison with the proper discipline since you don't have time."
I bet he was waiting for another such opportunity to whip my ass. My fate was sealed when he sought her permission to "deliver five stripes with the cane." At first mom seemed overwhelmed by either the offer itself or amount/severity of it. Regardless she thanked him and accepted his offer graciously. Fuck!
With that mom kissed me goodbye, leaning over to avoid my hard cock, then thanked Mr. and Mrs, Soarer again and left. No sooner was she out the door than Dean and Dale broke into laughter. I myself was not amused.
Mr. Soarer took hold of my dick head and pulled me following closely into the living room. There he told me to turn around and place my hands on the fireplace mantel. He kicked my feet back and spread my legs apart which resulted in my ass being displayed prominently. Dean asked his papa which cane he should get. Which cane? How many did they have? I would learn in time that he had several in various lengths and thicknesses to inflict less or more of a blow when they made contact with soft butt flesh.
I could tell Dean was bit disappointed when his papa told him medium. Probably more for my benefit, Dale complimented his father saying that would hurt and leave marks but not break the skin, especially since we were going to have our physicals. It did little to comfort me as Dean excitedly returned with the dreaded medium cane, swooshing it around. The sound was ominous.
Mr. S. wasted no time and landed the first stripe across the top of my ass. I screeched out throwing my head back. Holy Fuck this hurt. No way did I think I deserved this punishment though there was nothing I could do to stop it. It barely registered in my brain when he handed the cane to Mrs. Soarer. She placed the next stripe parallel and just below the first across both butt cheeks. I don't remember any sound coming out of my mouth though I must have screamed.
Dean was as excited as the proverbial `cat on a hot tin roof' to take a turn. His father instructed him to take aim below his mother's but only on the left cheek. For added strength he used both hands landing the cane precisely where instructed. Dale took his turn with no instruction. His blow landed opposite that of his brother's on my right ass cheek.
Mr. Soarer took back the cane running it across the four welts rising on my tender skin. I was more nervous now than when he began. He lectured me about not following my mother's rules. I wanted to remind him his sadistic son had told me not only what to wear, but how to wear the briefs, but there was no point. This was a lose-lose situation. Shocking me, Mr. Soarer actually addressed my thoughts telling me "sometimes a bicha just can't win," causing Dean and Dale to chuckle.
The fifth and final caning landed low on the very soft tissue right where I sit down. I would feel this one all day long. The heat emanating off of my ass could have fried an egg.
After my caning Mrs S. told us to shower then get dressed. The cool water at first felt shocking then somewhat soothing on my sore red ass. Surprisingly, other than a few cleansing enemas, my shower was actually normal. We dried off and they got dressed, I wasn't afforded that luxury.
"Mestre'. I need to put on some clean underwear from home," I reminded Dean. Mom's instruction would supersede any orders by Dean so I felt safe in asking.
"No, no, no Bicha. Your mother said to GET some clean underwear before your physical. She didn't say your had to wear any TO your physical."
I groaned.
Laughing Dean said he would let me decide what to wear. Taking a playing dice from a board game, Dean explained how each number 1 thru 6 would correspond to a different clothing option; the higher the number, the higher the humiliation. Please let me roll a `one' I prayed before I heard the underwear choices which were:
One - My old, torn, dirty briefs mom had made me throw out numerous times. These were the underwear from hell which like a horror movie never seemed to die. If mom found out I wore these my life would be over. She'd probably cane me herself. I figured Marla probably gave them to Dean. Two - Dean's old, piss and cum stained, way too small, jock strap. Other than being dirty and small, a jock wasn't all that unusual in the 70s, though my red striped caning marks would be clearly outlined. Three - White bikini underwear. These were not like the ones Marla had me buy. They were a very skimpy bikini type with very narrow sides and made from a sheer material which was practically see-through. If they had a pouch liner at one time, it was missing now. My package would be completely visible. Certainly not traditional whitie-tighties. Four - A black fishnet mesh thong. Not only would my dick and balls be exposed, but so again would my entire ass. Five - A neon pink stripper's posing strap with glitter all over it. Dean had to explain this to me. The waistband was not much wider than a 1/4 inch as was the strap up my butt crack. The pouch actually had a sleeve for my cock separating it from my balls. Worse still, the cock sleeve was open ended. My dickhead would actually be hanging out. Six - Nothing. Going sans underwear had to be an option.
After hearing the options I changed from praying for a one' to a six'. Considering yesterday's gang bang by the swim team members I figured going naked would probably be the least embarrassing, despite everyone knowing I was whipped.
My hand started shaking as I got ready to roll the die. Closing my eyes and holding my breathe I threw it. Dean and Dale laughed at the result. Opening my eyes I exclaimed, "oh shit." It was a `five'.
I immediately starting begging, "Please Mestre'. Let me go with 6, Nothing. I can't wear that posing strap. It's over the top gay. The doctor will think I'm, I'm..." I couldn't bring myself to say anything else.
"A Fag? A Queer? A cock-suck, butt fucking homosexual? That's because you ARE."
Dale started laughing at Dean's remarks. "Take pity on him bro. Let him go naked."
I knew I'd thank Dale somehow later. Unfortunately, Dean wasn't having any of it. "Nope, Bicha rolled a five so a five it is. Unless..."
"Anything Mestre'. Anything." I was so grateful for the chance to avoid the open ended posing strap I never considered the tradeoff.
"Here's the deal. You roll again. You accept whatever it is, even a five. For the opportunity to re-roll, you gotta tell the doctor you sucked a kid's dick and liked it and don't know if that makes you gay or not."
"NO WAY!" I shouted.
"Too late. Roll the dice."
With tears in my eyes I picked up the die and tossed it across the table. I heard Dale say "Oh, that's not too bad."
It was a Two. I could survive wearing a small, dirty, cum and piss stained jock strap especially considering it was during a sports physical. Yeah, there would most likely be comments about the welts which had risen though I knew I wasn't the only kid to have been caned. What I didn't know then was exactly who would be in attendance and how much worse this experience was going to be.
I squeezed into the jock, my junk was barely contained, with the pouch pushed outward so you could see my nut sack on each side. If I got hard even more would be showing. If? Who was I kidding, more like when. There were dozens of dried cum clumps clinging to the elastic mesh which looked as if it had been soaked in piss, which it in fact had been causing it to stink too. The bottom where the pouch and the leg straps connected certainly had its share of skid marks. All in all it was the most disgusting item of clothing i had ever seen. (Ok, not as bad as the shit stained briefs Dean shoved in my mouth but close.)
Dale led me over to a full length mirror and I glanced over my shoulder. Wow, the white (or should I say formerly white) bands of the jock strap framed the top four caning marks perfectly. The lowest was just hidden under the strap and was quite uncomfortable as it rubbed painfully on the angry red welt.
I wasn't allowed anything else to wear until we arrived. Dean tossed me a short, sleeveless, white t-shirt. He commented how he wished I could go wearing only these two garments. He provided me some thin, thread bare, red with white piping short shorts which I wiggled into. Even `dressed' I still felt naked. Looking around the parking lot I saw tons of moms walking in with their sons. What's going on? I thought this was just for the five of us the swim coach called out yesterday.
When I asked, Mrs. S. dropped a bomb: There would be more than just the five of us from the swim club getting physicals today. This was a mass physical for the entire town of Eastford sports. In total there would be 82 kids getting physicals today. Shit. My humiliating exposure was going to be more than a few swim club boys.
Another surprise for me was meeting up with the Soarer's cousins. These were the boys who I had sucked off previously when they stopped over to the Soarer house with their sister and father. Unlike then, I learned their names this time. Boy14 is Joaquin (Joe for short) and Boy10 is Paulo (Paul for short). Once inside we stopped at the registration table where Mrs S. handed in five sets of paperwork. (Even though coach didn't call out Dean and Dale, they weren't going to miss this for the world.)
The woman at the front desk checked everything over then told us to go to area five, there were eight in total with 10 kids per area. Sections one and two each had an extra boy bringing the total number of physicals to 82. The physicals were being conducted in the high school gymnasium. Stations were all around with medical equipment scattered here and there. We saw the eight changing areas and headed over to our assigned space. Five was not going to be a good number for me today.
Even though this was long before anyone worried about kids being molested, parents had to stay with their children for now. While a few dads were present, mostly moms were escorting us boys. (Girls sports weren't a big thing in the mid 1970s.) To make matters worse, a few younger girls (probably 2 to 8 years old) were allowed to stay. Older girls weren't allowed, thank goodness.
In staging area five another woman (our section leader) handed out square baskets which looked as if they were made from chain link fencing. We were told to undress to our underwear putting our clothes and footwear in the metal boxes then get in line. Our stuff would remain here until we were finished.
Keeping my head down I put my things in the basket and heard one little girl around 5 years old tell her mommy that she could see my hinny. I felt my face and butt cheeks flush. The mother explained how I was wearing an athletic supporter. When I stood up I noticed almost everyone in area five was looking at me, or should I say my bare, beaten ass hanging out of the disgustingly dirty jock strap. My dick began to plump up, though it was pointing downward preventing it from getting completely hard. This was NOT a good start.
Now that we were ready I, like everyone else, looked around. There was a proverbial sea of boys in briefs. Seventy-nine of whom wore traditional tight, white briefs. Two had on more stylish colored briefs, both blue but in different shades. I was the only one in an athletic supporter with his caning stripe marks on display.
The section leader informed us of the process. She would take us from station to station where one of 8 doctors would examine us for a particular part of the overall physical. We would be beginning at Doctor number 5 then rotating through the others. She told the parents they could now take seats in the bleachers and watch from there so they didn't have to accompany us all around the auditorium. I guess since everyone was totally visible, they felt it was ok to separate kids from parents at this point.
I noticed that as the moms, few dads, and younger kids sat down, they would see all of us as if they were watching a basketball game. There was absolutely no privacy. Our leader first led us to have our height, weight, and blood pressure taken. Standing up straight on the scale facing the other boys I could see them snickering at me. My dick hardened some more. When I got back in line I heard one kid whisper to another about my boner and how he could see my nuts. The other kid mentioned "he must have gotten his ass beat too." They giggled like little kids.
We went from station 5 to station 7 as the doctor examined his section of our bodies. The first three were very routine, Our eyes, ears, and throats were examined. Reflexes were checked. We lied down at station 7 to have our stomachs pressed on for whatever reasons doctors do that.
As I waited for my turn I noticed station 8 was the hernia check. It was the last one closest to the bleachers on this side of the auditorium. My cock head was poking out the front of the jock strap pouch thinking about each boy lowering his briefs to have the doctor hold his balls. Thankfully, there was a privacy screen we would step behind. That was the only privacy provided however.
"Next," station seven doctor called out.
Dean had to nudge me while I daydreamed about what was happening behind the screen in section eight. My little jock strap made quite a tent as I hoped on the exam table waiting for the doctor to be finished. He was kind as he pressed on my stomach and lower abdomen. We both heard one boy in the group say, "Wow, look at it pointing to the ceiling. No wonder he wears a jock to contain it."
If I wanted to die of embarrassment then, it was worse when the doctor looked at the other 9 kids in my section and told them getting an erection was a perfectly normal and healthy thing. The laughter pretty much stopped when he said I wasn't the only one thus far today to get one, nor would I be the last and that anyone of them might `pop' one at any time. When I jumped down off of the table most everyone had crossed their arms in front of their stuff except Dean. Maybe I wasn't the only one hard.
Once all 10 of us had had our stomachs examined, we marched single file over to the dreaded `lower your shorts and cough' station. I thought all the moms, dads, and younger kids in the bleachers were looking directly at my hard-on contained in my tiny dirty jock. Of course they weren't, but it certainly felt that way.
This station was going to be my doom. I was in line behind Joe and Paul, with Dean then Dale following right behind me. Paul, formerly Boy10, had his hands behind his back as we waited our turn. Dean pushed me forward so my junk went into the Paul's hands and he actually groped my dick. I was as hard as the jock allowed, the waistband even being pulled away from my short pubes.
It was now my turn. I dreaded this station the most because I had agreed to tell this doctor about sucking dick and wondering if I was gay or not. My mouth was already dry as a bone (not my boner) as I walked around the screen to discover Joe and Paul's father, Dr. Keen, standing there. Mrs. Soarer's brother, Dean and Dale's uncle was the doctor in this section. I bet he loved fondling all the boys junk. I knew then this was going to be really bad for me. He smiled a Dean like smile telling me to lower my jock strap. Reluctantly, I pulled it down just under my nuts.
Dr. Keen pushed it the rest of the way to the floor. I knew he had not done this with anybody else in my section because I would have been able to see the boys' briefs puddled around their ankles under the privacy screen. He spun me around to examine my whole body, causing my left foot to come out of the leg strap. I stood there naked except for the jock around my right foot with a completely hard cock.
In a voice louder than he used with any of the others, he said, "Don't be embarrassed, I've seen a few other erections this morning. Though usually boys get an erection during this part of the exam, not before." Then why the hell are you announcing it to my entire section I wanted to ask. I wisely kept my mouth shut hearing laughter just beyond the screen.
"So let me ask you a few questions while I check you out," the doctor said, again not in a quiet voice while he grabbed my balls in his fingertips and began rolling them around. I didn't know whether to be uncomfortable or enjoy the sensation.
"Are you having any difficulty urinating?" No "Do you get up in the night to pee?" No "Do you have regular bowel movements?" Seeing the confused look on my face he clarified, "Do you go to the bathroom regularly? And if so, are you having any problems.?"
"Yes. I mean No. I mean, Yes, I go everyday, and No I don't have any problems," I stammered.
Quickly leaning in he whispered, "Don't move. Stay as you are," as he tightened his grip on my balls. Sitting back he bellowed out, "Good." The next thing I knew the privacy screen magically came crashing down causing a boom to be heard above all other noise in the crowded auditorium. Of course it drew everyone's attention to my naked body and bouncing boner. The doctor jumped up but then walked slowly over and with the help of our section leader replaced the screen. I could hear her tell Paul and Dean, who were at each end of the screen, to move away and be more careful. Yeah, Right.
Because this was the last section and the way I was facing only those people in the bleachers (and my section) had a bird's eye view of my full frontal nudity. While the noise made everyone look, only those on this side actually saw my erection. I figured it was roughly 50-60 people, men, mostly women, and some younger kids including several girls. That fucker Dean certainly knew how to embarrass me.
"Sorry about that young man," Dr. Keen said with a smile as wide as I had ever seen. "Now let's get back to the exam," he continued as he retook my nuts in his hand. "Do you masturbate?"
I knew I had to answer but was shocked. Did he ask everyone this question? He must have, otherwise he wouldn't be asking so loudly so the others could hear. It would be strange if he only asked me. I nodded, my voice having left me.
"Nothing to be ashamed of. Perfectly normal. Speak up. I'm asking you this because you have an erection. Do you masturbate?" Guess he wasn't asking everyone.
"Yes, sir," I squeaked out.
"You do. Good." I half expected the screen to come crashing down again but it didn't. "Do you produce semen? Sperm?" When I didn't immediately answer he continued, "Do you shoot anything out of your penis when you do jerk-off?, as the kids say."
Knowing I was going to have to verbalize my answer I said, "Yes. I cum," loud enough for the others to hear. More laughter.
"How often do you do it?"
"Maybe several times a day. I'm not sure."
"Did you ejaculate today?"
"Yes, sir." Would this ever end I wondered.
"How many times today?"
"Twice."
"Well, if you already ejaculated twice today I'd say you are healthy since you have another erection." With that he finally let go of my balls and picked up a tape measure. He didn't call out my length and girth surprisingly. He didn't even write the numbers down. I guess he wanted that info for his own personal knowledge. Then he picked up a piece of plastic with holes in it. He compare my balls to the openings and announced, "Ah, looks like you are about a 3 on the Tanner scale." I had no idea what that meant.
"Anything you want to ask me?"
Now was the time I was dreading. I stammered a second or two then the doctor whispered, "You don't have to ask Bicha. You've done well enough already." Being grateful I wanted to hug him but didn't.
He told me to pull up my jock which I did quickly. I stuffed my raging cock toward my hip hiding it under the wide waistband. The doctor reached over and pulled the jock away from my stomach causing my hard dick to point upwards toward my chin. Grasping it with his other hand he gave it a few pumps before letting the waistband snap back in place, trapping the top half of my boner above the strap. He told me to leave it that way for the rest of the exam unless another doctor told me to cover it. It was the price for not asking about being a homosexual.
The other kids in my section all broke out laughing in full when I rounded the screen. I stood there exposing half of my shaft, a drop of precum on the tip. I still felt it was better than asking Dean's question.
When we were all done the section leader gave me a disgusted look then marched us to the first station at the front of the auditorium. Again I thought the entire place was looking directly at my dickhead. I'm sure most weren't as they were watching their own son. Glancing toward the sidelines I did see enough shocked faces in the bleachers to know I had been spotted by some.
The doctor at the first station didn't hide his shock at my exposure very well. He never said anything though his eyes widened. He examined our flexibility. At one point he had me keep my legs straight and bend over to touch my toes, something I could do but a lot of others couldn't. When he noticed my angry red stripes he asked if I had been punished. I sheepishly said yes.
He kept me bent over in my toe touch position as he moved the jock straps around my legs. He thought it might be best if I didn't wear it as it was rubbing on the lowest cane mark. Seeing the panicked look on my face, he told me to bring my parent over after the exam. I agreed and got back in the completion line.
The last few stations went by in a blur as I walked around displaying my manhood, as one doctor called it. My face was so hot I didn't know what was more red: face or cane marks? Finally the physicals were over and we were marched back to our section to get dressed.
I shouldn't have been but was surprised to find that my shorts were missing. Only the sleeveless t-shirt and sneakers were in my metal container. WTF? Dean and Dale were with me the entire time. Who could have taken them? It didn't really matter, they were gone and all I had to wear was a small, dirty jock strap and short t-shirt which barely came to my belly button. I put my stuff on and told Mrs. Soarer my problem. Her response was I should be more careful with my things. As if I purposely lost them.
She led the five of us back over to the doctor who wanted to see my parent about the jock strap irritating my bottom. When he found out about my missing shorts I was sure they'd make me walk out to the car naked from the waste down. The doctor, who was not associated with the Soarers said I could use a towel and wrap it around me. Mrs. Soarer made me take off the jock first so even more people could see my boner as they exited. Once I was secured in the towel I felt much better.
Heading to the car I figured it was only a matter of time before one of the guys ripped the towel off of me but they didn't. I wondered why. I didn't question good fortune as I got in the car. I wasn't allowed to wear it while driving home.
The four of them retold various parts of the physicals over and over again until we arrived at our destination. We actually went to Joe and Paul's house for lunch. Besides being seen by their mother and sister, I had another surprise. I met their bicha. Wow. He was already naked. Nothing new there. What was new was at 16 years old he didn't have a single hair on his body below his neck. Holy crap and a half.
His name was Ian Archer. He was in fact a second or third cousin to Matt and Jeff Archer. Yet they had no idea he was a fag, queer, homo, bicha. They would find out in the not too distant future. For now we ate, us two bichas naked of course.
Ian was already in high school and they had their sports physicals separate from our age groups. He was tall, thin, and blond. After lunch the boys wanted Ian and me (yes that's grammatically correct as my dad and grandmother made sure I knew when to use I' versus me') to have a tug of war. The winner got to fuck the winner. Somehow, I knew I wouldn't be winning.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Wow! This almost seemed to write itself, especially the physical scene. While the summer doesn't leave me a lot of time to write, the words starting flowing now that fall is upon us. So much so, there is going to be a 49c. I hope you are more pleased with this chapter than 49a as it was very light in detail and more of a summary of events.
A scene in 49c came from a reader's suggestion. Please continue to send them.