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Chapter 51 The Gang Bang
It was almost 11:30 by the time everyone had left and things were mostly cleaned up. We would break down the tables and chairs tomorrow. After dad, Mr. Soarer, and Mr. Pierce checked on us, we boys headed out toward the camp site by the creek.
Being that Dean and Jeff were only 12 and 11 years old, respectively, they did an amazing job at creating the perfect fucking bench. It was basically an old weight lifting bench which was modified for tonight's activities. First it was padded additionally, something I appreciated as the night got longer and longer. Second, it was angled so my head was higher than my butt, another thing for which I was grateful. This allowed me to keep my head straight so my neck wasn't tilted back putting undo tension on it as I provided blowjob after blowjob after blowjob. Lastly, it was elevated for the convenience of those plugging either of my holes. The guys could stand on a series of different height boxes to accommodate the correct level required to fuck my face or ass. Everyone was excited, myself included, if my rising boner was any indication. I guess 6 wanks only keeps it down for so long. Good to know.
Dean may have been one of the youngest in attendance but he certainly knew how to take command of the situation. "Ok guys, we are all here to use the Bicha." he explained to the crowd which cheered enthusiastically. "Since he's my Bicha, I'm going first. Then so everyone can enjoy a nice tight fuck, we'll go in size order the first round. After that, anything goes. By the third round we may have to double up."
Was he serious? I looked around at the crowd of horny teenage boys (Dean, Dale, Matt, Jeff, Robby, Randolph, Eze, Darius, Soarer cousins Joe and Paulie) and young men (Donny, Eddie, Raymond, Darin, Philip, Archer cousins John Steven and Brian Charles) and almost fainted. SEVENTEEN! Would I be able to service all of them? When I lost my anal virginity I had been fucked 13 times. Now there were 17 dicks all of which would be going in both of my holes, probably many times.
"Alright everyone, let's get undressed," Dean more than suggested. I think he just wanted to see all the older guys naked. There was a bit of rumbling at his command.
"Why do we have to be naked now?" Eddie was the first to protest. Actually, he was the only one to resist as I noticed the others already tossing their clothes on the ground.
"Because I don't want Bicha's holes to be dick free for more than a few seconds between cocks," Dean reasoned.
"Are you shy big brother? Or maybe you're not really my 'big' brother," Robby taunted.
"Fuck you squirt," Eddie yelled back. A more cleaver rebuttal if I ever heard one, haha.
"Come on Eddie, drop 'em. We're all guys, nobody cares," John Steven said. Other comments followed and soon enough Eddie caved to peer pressure ripping off his clothes. While the others, both younger and older, ranged from soft to semi-hard, Eddie looked to be the only one completely erect.
"Looks like you're ready to go?" Darius called out.
Blushing Eddie then composed himself (for once) and replied, "Isn't that the point?"
Always the peacemaker, Donny stepped up to the rescue, "Yes Eddie it is." Stroking his own cock to full mast, Donny looked around and told everyone, "Come on guys. Let's not get into it with each other. After all we're here to get a job done. We're all going to see everyone else's rod at some point. So let's give it to Jaime. Sound good?"
Dean was quick to take command again. "Ok, this is how I think it should work...
"Since he's my Bicha, I'm going first. Bicha will lube my dick with his mouth for 5 minutes. Then I'll screw his ass. While I'm tapping his butt, the next guy will use his mouth. When I'm done or my 5 minutes is up, whichever comes first, I'll pull out. The guy in his mouth will move to his rear, and the next guy will use his mouth. He'll be constantly spit-roasted until the last guy finishes.
"If you feel yourself going to shoot when you're in his mouth you can either pull out or just hold still until you get to his backdoor. You can always fill his mouth and wait for the second round to fill his butt if you prefer too. The choice is yours.
"While you're waiting and watching, if you think you need to shoot a load, walk over and spray on his face. He loves facials. (Everyone laughed but me, though I thought wouldn't it be nice if they all gave me facials. I didn't know the word bukkake yet, but the seed was planted in my brain.) Also, if you don't cum in the 5 minutes in his hole, you need to cum on his face.
"Since all this talk has gotten most of us primed, let's measure up. I think it best we go in size order so everyone gets a nice tight hole. Agreed?" They did. "Eze, I don't think you need to be measured, you've clearly got the biggest cock here."
Eze wiggled his hips causing his big, black beauty to sway back and forth. It was awesome. I wanted it and I wanted it now, however, it would be worth the wait. Dale produced a tape measure (the Soarer boys were prepared) and Dean took the honors of measuring, something I knew he enjoyed as he got to hold each and every boner. He would even stroke them a few times under the pretense of "getting it fully up."
Robby had the honors of recording the lengths down. Not surprisingly the older guys had the longest dicks, though there were a few exceptions. While Dean himself would have been 5th or 6th, his place was predetermined to be first. Some guys were about the same in length so Dean said they'd flip a coin.
The results were announced, and the order would be: Dean, Soarer cousin Paulie, Jeff, Matt/Robby (coin toss to decide), Soarer cousin Joe, Dale, Eddie (a blow to his ego), Darius (a boost to his ego), Ray/Darin/Philip coin toss, Randolph/Donny coin toss, Archer cousins John Steven and Brian Charles coin toss, then Eze who far exceeded everyone.
I was in position and ready to go. Dean presented his raging uncut cock and I practically drooled over it. I opened wide when he said, "Be a good bicha now, swallow my cock. Get it nice and wet." I leaned forward as much as the bench would allow and took him in my warm, wet mouth. From there Dean and I worked in unison with me bobbing up and down and him thrusting forward and back. Five minutes were finished before I wanted them to be.
Dean called out, "Next," as he popped from my mouth and went around back. My hole was opening and closing in anticipation of the 'main event'. Using some more lube (he was prepared) Dean squirted a big blob up my hole then in one fast and furious motion rammed his cock all the way home. I would have screamed at the sudden invasion had my mouth not been filled with Paulie's cock.
Announcing to the group, Dean explained, "you can take Bicha as fast or as slow as you want. This is about us having a good time. Trust me when I tell you, he'll enjoy it either way." There was plenty of snickering though I didn't know if I totally agreed with the fast or slow part. Regardless, he was pumping away now hitting my love button in the way only he could. I wondered if I would shoot off from his constant pounding of my prostate so quickly or not. Thankfully, I did not as I wanted to remain as horny as possible.
And so it went...Cock after cock, dick after dick... I won't bother with everyone one, but I'll tell you some of the highlights.
Robby slapped my face with his boner a few times. I tried grabbing it with my mouth in a game of 'keep away' which we both enjoyed. I heard someone say, "Wow, look, he really wants to suck it." I think it was Philip but I couldn't be sure.
As Robby shoved his hard rod in my rear end my good friend Matt stood in front of me. With his baseball schedule I hadn't had as many opportunities to service him, either orally or anally so I wanted him to enjoy tonight. Matt leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Jamie, if you get too tired or need a break, you remember the signal?" I puffed out my cheeks and winked at him. Smiling back he rammed his dick to the back of my mouth. Friend or not, he was horny and wanted to release his load quickly.
As Matt was face fucking me in anticipation of the main event, Eddie ran over jerking himself off. He just about made it to me as he sprayed his load all over the right side of my face, some landing on Matt who wasn't too thrilled. Eddie said he'd be back for more to the laughter of the older guys teasing him about premature ejaculation.
Eddie did manage to get it up again when it was his turn, but it took quite a bit of sucking on my part to get him hard so quickly after having just shot his load. He wasn't able to fire off in his 5 minutes, though he stayed by my face after his turn and this time coated the left side.
I think the fact that younger Darius was fucking me AFTER Eddie unnerved Eddie. Of course, Darius kept dropping not so subtle comments about having a bigger cock too. Darius was certainly a piece of work. His dick was sweet and I wished it wasn't attached to such an asshole. Guess you gotta take the good with the bad.
Raymond and Philip fed me their dicks together. Taking turns the two decided whoever was in my mouth when Darin finished fucking me would get his chance at my butt next. It turned out Ray got to go last of the three of them. Donny didn't flip a coin with Randolph. Donny said he wanted to go before Randolph since Randolph was wider in girth. He complimented Randolph on "one big piece of meat." Randolph looked embarrassed behind his smile.
The Archer cousins switched places twice while they spit roasted me. It was fabulous. JS ended up filling me with his baby makers first. When BC entered me I was too busy concentrating on breathing around Eze's massive organ.
The first round took 90 minutes. Dean plowed my mouth for the first 5, Eze pounded my ass for the past five. Everyone cheered him on and he didn't disappoint. Thankfully, Dean provided much needed lubrication throughout the gang bang. Eze pumped his enormous BBC until he unleashed a torrent of spunk up my chute to a thunderous round of applause.
When he pulled out, Dale quickly placed a measuring cup under my gaping hole. I could feel it open and close almost looking to be filled again. It would be after a short rest. In the meantime, Dean told me to relax and let the cum which my ass didn't "drink in" drip out. Most of the guys got a tad grossed out as my asshole emptied itself of the leftover loads of cock snot. Interestingly enough Eddie was front and center along with Raymond, Philip, Robby, Randolph, and Dean. I knew the others were all gay. My suspicions about Eddie were getting reinforced.
After a 15 minute much need rest and some water (I was afraid to ask for anything thinking Dean might offer me piss instead) I was handed the measuring cup of cum. I had leaked out almost 1/8 a cup of jizz. I gulped it down to the cheers and/or jeers of the crowd.
It was just 1:00 in the morning and we were about to start Round Two when who should show up but Randolph's cousin and his friends. Yes, Tyshawn, Andre, and Mervin.
Dean welcomed them and they each took a turn. Everyone who hadn't seen Mervin were utterly shocked when he dropped his pants and underwear. His wasn't what you would describe as a Big Black Cock. It was a Monstrous Uncut Black Beauty. Luckily being so skinny, his dick was too. Had it been proportionally wide as it was long, I'd be better off having a baseball bat shoved up my ass. Sadly, the three of them split after doing me so my holes got a small reprieve in Round Two. That brought the total to 20 guys. I had sucked and been fucked by twenty different dicks. TWENTY. Fucking Amazing!
Second Round The Second Round was a bit different than the first. Dean said there was no order. Any guy could use either end as much as was possible in the allotted time period, with the same 5 minute per person limit. He said Round Two would last between 90-120 minutes depending on how well I was doing. To help me, Dale produced a small brown bottle and held it under my nose. Telling me to inhale, I took my first hit of poppers. Within seconds my whole body relaxed and I wanted all 17 remaining cocks to be in me at once.
Guys organized into two lines. I had a suck line and a fuck line at each end. The cocks never stopped coming, or cumming depending on your perspective. It was very much a blur what transpired. I do know that Randolph, Robby, and Donny stayed even closer than Round One. Matt came over many times puffing out his cheeks. I always gave him a 'thumbs up' letting him know I was doing ok. Guess I could count on them to see things didn't get too carried away.
Funny thing, Dean never left me at all. At first I figure he just wanted to see me get used by everyone. Or he secretly lusted over those guys. Maybe he was jealous of my position. Who knows. I do know he gave me water to stay hydrated and made sure my hole was well lubed. He kept stroking my head telling me what a good bicha I was and that I was doing a great job. He did tell Darius (the only evil one in attendance) there would be no fisting. For that I was extremely grateful.
I wouldn't be able to tell you but Dale sure did keep track. It seems I managed to suck (or more accurately, be face fucked) by 16 guys. Dean surprisingly didn't. Eleven guys fucked my ass, some twice. In no particular order they were: Paulie, Jeff x2, Robby, Joe x2, Eddie x2, Darius x2, Raymond x2, Philip, Donny, John Steven, and Eze. Coincidentally that made for 16 brutal ass poundings, bringing my total up to 36 sucks and 36 fucks. Round Two lasted almost an hour and a half. I was well and truly fucked and the night wasn't over yet.
Round Three After another 15 minute break Dean announced something a bit "different." While Dean may have shown his more compassionate side in Round Two by staying with me, don't get me wrong he had a nasty side too. Or should I say wildly kinky side. He was after all the mastermind to orchestrate this event. He devilishly decided to group the guys in brotherly pairs to Double Penetrate me. He and Dale went first followed by Matt/Jeff, Joe/Paulie, Robby/Eddie, Raymond/Philip Donny/Randolph, JS/BC Archer, finally Eze/Darius. (Darin had left by then so Philip stood in for him and I could tell they preferred it that way. Donny's brother wasn't there that night so he went with an uneasy looking Randolph.)
Spreading out a blanket on the ground, Dean and Dale lied down with their ass cheeks touching each other. The smaller guy in the pair (dick wise) would put his legs over the other and the two got as close as possible. Holding their boners upright, I squatted over them. By now my hole was so wide open you could drive a truck in it. For a moment I thought of that fucker Huck and how he'd want to use his whole arm.
Lowering myself down on the first double dicks was a bit challenging. I was encouraged by the guys comments: "Yeah, fuck yourself on those two cocks"; "Whoa! He's really doing it!"; "Would you look at the way his ass is swallowing them"; "Shit, he's taking two dicks at once"; "Way to go Jamie. I knew you could do it"; "Fuck, I can't wait till we get our turn". By the remarks, I knew some guys had never even considered Double Penetrating someone's asshole. For me this was nothing new, though taking 8 sets of double dicks in a row was quite the accomplishment.
Sinking down on Matt and Jeff I puffed out my face cheeks before Matt could ask. Unbelievably I was still doing fine. I might pay for it in the morning, but right now I so wanted to be used and abused. It probably would have been better to combined the dicks by similar sizes as the smaller guy usually didn't get best fuck. However, the concept of brotherly fucks was most appealing to me.
Joe kept thrusting up when he and Paulie went. Poor Paulie complained most of the time that his balls were somehow getting squished. Too bad for him as everyone just laughed. Robby and Eddie were fairly close in size only separated by a half an inch, something Robby didn't let his older brother forget. Eventually, Robby would outgrow Eddie. They both pushed up to maximize their enjoyment.
By now my legs were giving out. I couldn't bounce up and down any longer. For Raymond and Philip, Ray lied down and I mounted him then leaned forward chest to chest. It was most intimate and I would have loved to kiss him but knew I couldn't. Philip slipped in from behind and gently inserted his member. For me this was so much more pleasing as my hole stretched to accommodate another dick. Because the guy on the bottom didn't get to "fuck" Dean allowed each guy 4 minutes on top. We tried rolling over as one unit but it didn't work out.
During the next pair, which was Donny and Randolph, I whispered in Randolph's ear how much I loved him. He started thrusting up while Donny pounded me from above. Of all the guys Randolph was the only one to cum while double dicking me when it was his turn on top.
The Archer cousins were beyond description. Identical twins with identical cocks. I was in double heaven. JS used Mr. Pierce's move and stood up while lowering me down on his erection. We were face to face staring into each others eyes. I can still close mine to this day and see the expression on his face: Lust, desire, horniness, and passion all rolled into one. BC slid in along side his brother and for a solid eight minutes the two oscillated in and out.
Not to be outdone, Eze followed suit. Though I think he probably would have used that position anyway. After all, it wasn't as if he hadn't ever seen it before. Darius rammed his cock in me full speed, proving to be a fucking bastard.
Round Three took just under an hour. It was now going on 4:00AM and I was exhausted. Dean was just about to say something when I caught Matt's attention. I puffed out my cheeks letting him know I needed to stop. Donny must have notice too because the two of them simultaneously yelled out, "Stop!"
Dean whipped around looking at me and asked with genuine concern, "Are you ok Jaime? Do we need to quit?" Too exhausted to speak, I nodded yes. "Sorry, guys. That's all for tonight. Hope you all had fun."
I didn't want the night to end on a sour note. Knowing that nobody but Randolph actually came in Round Three, I gathered up as much energy as I could before the crowd dispersed and croaked out, "Wait. Anyone who wants can jerk off and cum on my face." I heard some laughter and reassured them I wanted this. "Please guys. I want you to be able to get off one more time. Cover me in your spunk."
Lying on the ground I could see 16 dicks encircling me. As each guy approached his climax he moved directly over my face spraying his load across it. Though the loads were less intense, I still was plastered with 16 loads of ball juice, plenty of which went into my open mouth. My face looked like it had been slimed and Dale took several Polaroid pictures, a few with some dicks above me. (They are still part of the wild sexual memorabilia I have from my youth.)
"Let's hear it for Jaime and what a wonderful job he did tonight," Dean called out. Everyone, even that little shit Darius, applauded. I was really proud of myself. Then Donny and Eze carried me into the tent with Dean following closely behind.
"You are one cool dude," Eze praised me as they laid me down.
"You sure are. You ok kid?" Donny asked.
I nodded yes. They left as Dean snuggled up along side of me. "I'm so very, very proud of you. Goodnight my love," Dean softly told me. With a smile on my face I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep while he licked my face clean.
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Saturday I've probably said this before, but like my dad I'm an earlier riser. I'm definitely a morning person, unlike mom and Marla who are most definitely not. However, having not gone to sleep until after 4:00 in the morning I slept until 11:00AM. I guess my body needed the rest. What would you expect after having been gang banged by 20 horny guys.
Thankfully, dad never came back to check on us. He must have figured we were up late. Most of the guys had already headed home by the time I woke up. Dean, Dale, Robby, and Randolph were the only ones around. I was quite surprised to see them lying on their sides doing a circle suck. Dean was sucking Robby, who was sucking Dale, who was most vigorously sucking Randolph, who was sucking Dean. If I hadn't woken up with a morning boner, this certainly would have given me one.
Robby came first, followed closely by Dale, then Dean, then finally Randolph. He produced so much spunk I thought Dale was going to choke on it as some escaped his mouth. Dale greedily lapped up what he had missed. Wow, Dale really likes BBC I thought.
"Morning guys," I squeaked out once they had untangled themselves.
"How are you this morning Bicha?" Dean asked.
"Ok. A bit sore from staying in one position for so long, but I'll be ok."
"Let me check your butt," Dean told me as he lifted and spread my legs. The four gazed down at my destroyed hole. "It's a bit puffy. I put some of mama's cream on it last night. Use it four or five times a day and you should be fine in a couple of days. No fucking for at least 48 hours."
"Yes doctor," I said causing us all to laugh. Just then my stomach growled. I hadn't had anything to eat besides many loads of boy batter since the cookout. "I'm hungry."
"Yeah, we waited for you. Let's go get something to eat," Robby told me.
The four of them scrambled into shorts and t-shirts. It was then I remembered I was under a "no clothes" weekend as part of my punishment for running down to Mr. Mann's barn last night. Shit. Seeing the look on my face, Dale offered up some encouragement and advice, "Come on. It'll be alright. But I wouldn't ask to wear anything. Just see what your dad says." With that, the five of us headed up to the house.
I was more than a little self conscious being the only naked boy in the group. That nervousness heightened as we walked around the garage to find my dad, Mr. Soarer, and Mr. Pierce sitting at one of the tables having coffee and "shooting the shit".
"Well, it's about time you boys got up," dad said when he saw us. Looking at me he uttered words which sank my hopes of getting dressed, "I'm glad to see you still know you are being punished after last night's stunt. Still like running around naked?"
"No sir."
"After this weekend, I don't imagine you'll be doing that again anytime too soon."
"No sir," I answered.
"There's donuts and juice. Help yourself boys. Then you can break down the tables and chairs and stack them in the rental trailer. Jamie, I should make you go down to return them with me, but I won't. You can remain just the way you are around here."
"Yes sir." With that settled, we ate then picked up as directed. Surprisingly I didn't get hard. I don't know if it was because I had been so sexually exhausted last night or because I wasn't as embarrassed as one would think. I did chub up when both Mr. Soarer and Mr. Pierce gave me sly smiles behind dad's back.
Before Mr. Soarer went home he told his boys (in Portuguese) to be home by dinner because he wanted to hear all about last night. He said goodbye to dad then gave me a lecherous look as he left. Mr. Pierce volunteered to go with dad to the rental store. They'd be gone at least an hour which gave us plenty of time to fool around some more. Well, they did. I sat this one out. It was fascinating watching Robby/Dale 69 and Randolph/Dale in another one. Robby and Dale took turns fucking each other, but Dale spent 30 plus minutes impaled on Randolph's black beauty in every position imaginable. I wanked twice watching the hotter than hot live sex show.
Afterwards we returned the camping equipment to my backyard. Dean and Dale left earlier than I expected. Randolph, Robby, and I settled in the tent to chill until my dad returned. Now 13 year old boys are walking hormonal hard-ons so it didn't long for us to recap last night's activities. They were shocked I had survived. Actually, so was I. Robby wanted to examine my hole. Seconds later the two of them are holding my legs wide apart looking at my tender love tunnel.
"Whoa, it's still red and puffy," Robby exclaimed. "Does it hurt?"
"No, not really. A little when I squeeze my butt together. The cream helps."
"Do you want us to put some more on you?" Randolph offered.
"Sure, that would be nice."
R & R gently rubbed Mrs. Soarer's cream around and even fingered it in my very well used butthole. Then without so much as a word, both R & R lowered their heads and began licking my dick and balls. I squirmed around enjoying the oral attention. Randolph was the first to start sucking me. They alternated until I was ready to explode, then with a hand from each wrapped around my cock, I was pumped to completion. I spewed my load straight up in the air landing on my belly. R & R were either in sync or had preplanned this as they licked up my spunk then the three of us shared it in a HOT, sloppy, tongue dueling three way kiss.
Suddenly we heard my dad's whistle calling to us. Jumping up we made ourselves presentable (they had to get dressed) then headed to the garage. Dad went inside to get something for Mr. Pierce (it was last month's Penthouse magazine). While he was gone Mr. Pierce said, "You look so good like that Jamie. I hope you had lots of "fun" last night. I can't wait to hear all about it." I blushed from head to toe. Then turning to Robby he offered him a ride home so he didn't have to call his mom or dad (Eddie was working). Robby was quick to accept. They barely made it out of the driveway before Robby's head disappeared below the dashboard toward the driver's side. Now I was the one who couldn't wait to hear about those details.
Being naked in the house with my family was surreal. Whenever I started to bone up, I took care of it in the bathroom. Twice I jerked off, once I whacked myself in the nuts hard. I wasn't thinking clearly otherwise I would have used a cold washcloth to make it go down. Stupid me. Saturday night I went to bed early. I was still really tired and I didn't want to hang around in front of Marla and Donny smirking at my nakedness any more.
Sunday
A low key morning turned into an embarrassing afternoon and a disastrous evening. After Sunday dinner (we usually ate our big meal around 2:00PM) dad told me to put on my sneakers. It was time to head down to Mr. Mann's so I could apologize again and make arraignments to pay for the "broken eggs".
Pleading did nothing to persuade my father in allowing me to get dressed. I stalled as long as possible until dad came to get me. By now the thought of going naked flipped the humiliation switch in my head, which triggered a predictable reaction. I was throwing wood when dad walked into my room as I tied my sneaks sitting on the bed. My face was burning in shame.
"What's with that?" dad asked referring to my erection.
I shrugged my shoulders and said, "It does that when..."
"What? When what?" he pressed.
"When I get embarrassed. It... It gets... You know, hard." Now I don't have to tell you that no 13 year old boy wants to discuss his boner with either parent.
"It wasn't stiff last night when Mr. Mann brought you back. Weren't you embarrassed?"
"God Yes. It was horribly humiliating."
"So why didn't you have wood then?"
Good God. Really? This was mortifying which only increased the blood flow to my dick. I could have pounded nails with it. "Because..." I couldn't finish. No way was I going to tell him what happened.
"Because what?"
Silence.
"Ok, come on. I think you're just hoping I'll say you can get dressed. Let's go."
Panicked I blurted out, "No. I was. But I begged Mr. Mann not to take me home like that. So he made me... He made me, you know..." I used the universe hand motion for jerking off. Where was the nearest hole I could crawl into and die?
"He did? Well, go ahead. You can either go as you are or get busy. Your choice." Dad crossed his arms and stood firm. It was obvious he wasn't going anywhere. Incredible, my dad was expecting me to rub a load out in front of him. Wasn't he the one who caught me one morning and told me to keep that private.
When I didn't move he sternly told me, "You have 5 minutes. Otherwise you can go just like that. NOW MOVE!"
Startled, I wrapped my fist around my cock and began pumping away laying across my bed in the process. I was doing it. My dad stood there actually watching me pleasure myself. Less than a minute later I blasted off. A perverse part of me must have gotten some weird thrill out of it because the first spurt hit my chin and neck. The second, third, and fourth landed on my chest and stomach. The last three puddled in my recently regrown short pubic hair. One last bit oozed out of my tip and rand down my fist.
"Wow. That's very impressive son." Of all the things in this world of which to be proud, rubbing out a load would not be it. "But you're still stiff." Great.
Yup, I was. I stammered out, "Yeah, I had to do it six times before I ran dry so I'd stay soft," I mumbled. At this point there was no sense in trying to save any dignity.
"SIX TIMES!" my father shouted. Looking down the hall to see if my mother was around he turned back and more quietly asked, "Six times?" I simply nodded. "Well, go ahead if that's what it takes."
I didn't even protest. Today it was the fifth time when I came up empty. Looking down at my torso I thought of last night. Is this what my face looked like in Round Four? It made me smile internally.
"Finished?"
"Yes sir."
Dad picked up a pair of my briefs (new ones which I bet mom never figured would be used as a cum rag) and tossed them to me. "Clean up, then let's go." I wiped up my cum the best I could. Really it just rubbed into my skin as I smeared it around due to the volume. Tossing the soiled underwear across the room to my laundry pile I stood up to go.
Dad and I walked outside where I ran to the car. When dad got in he told me, "Get out. You're walking down the street."
"WHAT?!"
"You heard me. You ran down Friday night. Now you can walk down ahead of my car." Again my tears did nothing to dissuade dad's decision. Somewhere in the recesses of my brain I recall Dean mentioning something about having me walk down the street nude. Now it was a reality. Fuck me now. Well, don't cause I'm still sore.
So I walked as fast as I could down the street. Luckily I was on the cornfield side of the road with the car being me. I tried to stay next to it but he would tap the horn waving his hand signaling me to move ahead. He only needed to honk two times before I figured it was better not to draw any more attention to my situation than necessary.
I prayed that any neighbors who were outside would be in their backyards. I didn't see anyone so maybe I was safe. Phew, I think I made it down the entire street without being spotted. I would find out tomorrow that was indeed not the case.
If you remember from way back, Mr. Mann's house was at the end of our road on the corner. Except for his house, the other three corners were fields so it wasn't like a lot of people would see me standing on the front steps. However, anyone driving by would have a clear view of my bare butt from behind. The old bastard never invited us inside so we carried on our conversation with me totally exposed. It was the longest 5-6 minutes.
"Then it's settled. Jamie will work for you this week to cover the damages," dad said.
"Sounds good," Mr. Mann answered dad. Looking at me he snapped, "Be here 7:00 sharp boy."
"Yes sir."
"Should he wear work boots?" Dad asked.
"Yeah, best he does," the grumpy old man replied.
"Anything else special? Long jeans?"
"No. Nothing else. Hell, you can even send him down just like he is. Maybe that will cure him of showin' off his wanker," Mr. Mann laughed.
Dad chuckled and said, "I don't know about that. But maybe. I'll think about it." Raymond would love it I thought causing me to chub up at the idea. I worried all night long whether dad would really make me go down nude or not.
By the grace of god dad let me ride home, I think it was more the fact he wanted to get home, relax on the sofa, and fall asleep. When we got home Marla told me the Soarer boys called. I was going to call them back but dad ordered me to go down there instead. Since he really wanted to expose me naked outside as much as possible I had to run down the street not thru the back cornfields. Only one car past me from behind as I turned into the Soarer's driveway.
Other than the entire Soarer family checking out how I was healing, surprisingly nothing sexual happened. Mr. Soarer did remind me about the "payment" I owed him. He said that would start later this summer. I wasn't even there a half an hour and wondered why they wanted me to come over. Running back home I was spotted by two cars, one in each direction. Damn.
Now on Sunday nights we usually fended for ourselves for supper. Marla and I were finishing cleaning up from making Mac 'n' Cheese when Mr Soarer called dad. I could only hear dad's side of the conversation but it didn't sound too good.
"He said what?" "Really?" "Yes, I think that's a splendid idea." "I'll let you know."
Hanging up the phone, I knew he was pissed about something. Turning to me he said, "Jamison Elliot, it seems Mr. Soarer heard you boys talking this afternoon." A.) Using my full name meant I was in trouble. B.) Us boys were never alone, so whatever Mr. S. told dad was a setup. C.) I knew enough not to deny it because dad already believed whatever it was. He'd just figured I was lying which would only add to my punishment.
"Yes sir."
Mom came into the kitchen and asked what Mr. Soarer had said. Dad asked me if I wanted to tell her. I couldn't because I didn't say anything. Dad went on to explain.
"It seems Mr. Soarer overheard the boys talking downstairs. One of them asked Jamison 'What was it like to walk down the street naked?' His answer, 'Not terrible.' He went on to say it would have been worse if his hair hadn't grown back because then he'd look like a little kid. Mr. Soarer gave me a suggestion I think will teach him a lesson." He told me to follow him.
FYI, my dad used to give me haircuts when I was younger. Mostly he took the barber's clippers and ran it across my head. He still did my grandfather. With my hands behind my head I stood there crying as he ran the electric razor without any attachment, to get the closest cut possible, through not only my newly replaced pubic hair, but my underarm hair as well. "If you want to act like a little boy, you should look the part." I never had much leg hair, but what was there was no longer either. The little on my forearms was the last to go.
I thought it was over until dad pulled out the shaving cream. He lathered my pits and pubic mound. My eyes bugged out when he worked some on my sack too. He didn't bother with my arms and legs. What he shaved was bad enough. By the time he finished my pits I was hard as hell. OMG! Dad grabbed my erect cock and pulled it down to do my pubes. I guess after watching me jerk off 5 times earlier this was nothing. I held my breathe when he stretched by boy bag and ran the double blade razor across it. He told me to jump in the shower and rinse off. I used cold water attempting to rid myself of my boner. It didn't work. He waited for me to get out and handed me a towel to dry off.
He wasn't done with my humiliation. He marched me (and my throbbing dick) into the living room where mom and Marla were watching TV. Marla burst out, "Wow. He almost looks like he's ten years old." I could have killed her even if she was correct.
"Good," dad replied. "A little boy look for a little boy."
"I said 'almost.' I don't think you can call that 'little' dad," Marla grinned as she pointed at my member.
"Marla!" Mom admonished her.
"Well, he's not exactly small, mom."
"No he's not, is he?" Mom agreed causing her and Marla to chuckle.
"Well that makes sense as he seems to be thinking with this head," dad said as he slapped my dickhead downward. It was it with such force it bounced right back up and slapped against my stomach. Dad continued, "when he should thinking with this one." I received a whack to the back of my head head. My entire body blushed.
"That's about the only thing that has grown up. Certainly not his common sense," dad stated. It was bad enough my family had seen me erect numerous times. Now we're talking about the size of it too! Turning, dad ordered me to brush my teeth and go to bed. As I scampered out of the room, he warned me, "Let's see how you like walking down the street tomorrow morning looking like that. Now GO!"
To Be Continued...
Author's Note: The gang bang portion of this chapter was difficult for me to write having never experienced or taken part of one myself. The rest had been written in my mind for over two years. I am so glad you get to read it finally. Please send your ideas/suggestions/comments to DeansBicha@gmail.com
Chapter 52 will mostly be Jamie's work week at the Mann farm with Raymond and Darin.