I have been reading stories for several years, and I thought I'd try writing one, so this is my first attempt. It's based a lot on my youth with respect to people (names changed) and places and even some events, though most of the sexual situations are fiction. If you are under legal age to read, or in an area which prevents this, please leave now. Remember this was the mid 1970s and HIV wasn't a thing. Play safe today.
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Deans Bicha 17 Wednesday Evening
At the pizza place, Mr. Pierce suggested that Randolph and I sit at another table so as not to disturb him and my dad. "Besides, we don't want to listen to teenage talk," he grumbled. This was a first for me and I was really excited about it. We weren't really dining alone as ours fathers were only a few tables away, but it gave us plenty of privacy to talk openly about boy stuff.
"Papa had us sit here so we could talk more about, well, you know," Randolph said glazing down toward my crotch. Unfortunately neither of us could see each other across the booth and under the table. I'm sure he was as hard as I at that moment.
"That's great. I'd sure like to thank him for that," I said.
"Yeah, about that. I'm sure he'd like that too. I mean, I think he is going to want to try using my new 'tool'. Remember he said he wanted to show me how to use it. He did with Eze's kid. I don't want him doing that with you. I don't know how to stop him though."
"Really?!" The thought of sucking an even bigger, blacker cock was most appealing to me. The idea of sucking a man in his forties not as much. Still, Mr. Pierce was a very good looking man so maybe. "Whatever happens, happens. Let's not worry about that now. Let's trade phone numbers and figure out what times are good to meet," I suggested.
We did and figured we could probably meet at least every Wednesday afternoon. His dad would be more than willing to let him ride his bike over to my house or drop him off. Randolph was a little concerned about his dad dropping him off since that would provide the opportunity for Mr. Pierce to show Randolph how to use his new "tool".
I was very concerned about keeping Randolph a secret from the Soarer boys. Riding my bike there wasn't the problem, it was getting away from Dean and Dale. He also mentioned that his brothers might be around. My place was definitely safer. We'd work it how somehow.
Being teenage boys Randolph and I wolfed down our pizza in record time. Mr. Pierce gave us $5.00 and told us to head off to the arcade next door. I never was much on playing pinballs machines, car racing games, and such which were available back in the 70s. None the less I was excited to be spending some more time alone with Randolph.
The arcade was dark and noisy with games being played all around. The crowd, mostly teenage boys a few with girls looking bored watching their boyfriends, wasn't too big since it was a school night. Randolph saw a drag racing game he liked and he challenged me to a race. He let me go first depositing a quarter in the coin slot. Just as the graphics appeared on the monitor he whispered, "Loser has to blow the winner."
"What?" I asked over the surrounding noise.
"Loser has to suck the winner's dick," he almost shouted. Despite being worried somebody would hear him I instantly sprang another boner knowing I would lose having never played before. Nodding my head in agreement my race started. It wasn't much of a race as my car kept crashing into obstacles along the way. Randolph stood right beside me giving me pointers on what to do and what not to do. He truly was attempting to be helpful but the touch of his body up against mine was more of a welcome distraction. Needless to say he won by a long shot.
Just as Randolph was about to start another game a kid I didn't know from my school came around the corner. It was the same boy who had seen me naked and hard while Richard's brother's played keep away with my clothes at the fair. Terrific I thought.
"Hey," he said. "Interesting bet you guys got there. Mind if I join in too?" He dropped his money in the machine and started racing around the track. He beat Randolph's score by almost 1000 points and had a huge smile on his face when he turned back to face us. "Well, looks like I'm the winner. Let's find a quiet place."
Randolph and I followed this kid to a deserted section of the arcade then slipped behind a curtain into a storage area of sorts. He turned to me and asked, "So, I heard some kid got a hanging wedgie at lunch today and even got hard. I bet it was you, wasn't it?"
I looked down at the floor too embarrassed to admit it. "Yeah, it was you alright. After I saw you sporting wood and naked at the fair, it had to be. You're a real pervert, aren't you?" It was more of a statement than a question. "Well, time to pay off the bet," he said as he undid his jeans exposing his tighty-whities.
"Look, it wasn't a real bet. My friend was just joking around," I explained. While I wanted nothing better than to suck his dick, I didn't want another kid at school knowing I was a cocksucker.
"That may be true or not. Either way, you should suck me off. Otherwise, I might just have to tell everyone at school tomorrow what I saw on Sunday. Between the fair and today's wedgie you'll have quite the reputation. And if that isn't enough, I'll say I saw you sucking his black cock anyway. So hurry up and do me." By now he had pushed his jeans and briefs to his knees proudly displaying his own 5 inch rock hard meat.
"Listen..." Randolph stepped toward the kid. Randolph was much bigger than this 7th grader and probably could have taken him out with one punch. I put my hand on Randolph's arm to stop him.
"No. Don't. It's ok. I'll suck him," I told the two of them. The next instant I was on my knees engulfing another dick for the day. And what a dick it was. Surprisingly it was uncut too! It turned out this kid's dad was in the military and they had been stationed in Germany when he was born so he wasn't ever circumcised. What a treat. His wispy pubes were a sandy light brown color matching his head. His balls hung slightly below and looked full of boy goodness.
I bobbed up and down on this kid's steel hard rod working my tongue all around. I tentatively reached up with my right hand and began fondling his nuts working up a precious load. I circled my left arm around him and began rubbing his butt cheeks. My efforts were soon rewarded when he held the back of my head and fired off several rounds of tasty boy batter in my mouth. I lost count after the 7th shot as I swallowed his spunk. It may have been unexpected, but it was a terrific dessert.
The kid was panting and gasping for air as his heart calmed down from his orgasm. Pulling his uncut cock from my mouth a string of spit and cum trailed from my lips to his pee hole. I licked it up not wanting to miss a drop. Faced with the reality of what had just happened, he quickly pulled his briefs and jeans back up and redressed.
Looking at Randolph, who had been rubbing himself throughout and was practically ready to shoot off any second, the kid said, "You beat his score too. You should get a blow job as well." It didn't take 5 seconds for my lips to be wrapped around Randolph's impressive uncut big black cock for the third time today. I heard the kid exclaim, "Wow, look at that. It's huge." I was determined to show off my talents by deep throating Randolph. I couldn't quite make it, but managed to get my nose to touch his kinky pubic hair. Less than a minute later I was rewarded with a second helping of boy batter for dessert.
While Randolph was rearranging his clothes I stood up, my own erection straining to be freed from the confines of my jeans. The kid laughed when Randolph told me I better take care of it before returning to the arcade. I opened my jeans and my own hard dick fell out immediately without any underwear. The kid noticed and said, "Well, that's one way to avoid getting a wedgie."
I began fisting my dick working up another load. Approaching my zenith Randolph placed his hand under my dickhead and caught my load in the palm of his hand. Before the kid could even react, Randolph brought it to my lips where I dripped my tongue into a drop of my own sperm. "Oh, Fuck. That's just nasty," the kid exclaimed. Moving his hand, Randolph then swiped his own tongue across two shots of my cum. Finally Randolph offered up his hand in front of the kid's face.
For what seemed like forever the kid just stared at the white congealing spunk on Randolph's light brown hand, the contrast a sight to behold. "Come on, do it," Randolph encouraged. Eventually the kid quickly ran his tongue across the largest blob of spunk and swallowed. Without giving him anymore time Randolph told him to finish it. To his credit the kid licked up the rest of my baby makers with three more swipes of his tongue.
With all of us dressed we headed back to the main arcade. Looking rather embarrassed himself, probably for eating my load, the kid turned to me and said, "Hey. We got to keep this quiet. We can't be telling anybody what happened."
"Sure. No problem," I said. "I'd do it again sometime if you want," I offered.
"Yeah. Well. Maybe what you did. NOT what I did."
"Ok. Let's trade telephone numbers. This here is Randolph. I'm Jamie," I told him while extending my hand.
He shook my hand and said, "I'm Bastian."
We wrote down each others telephone numbers and he quickly left after that. What a surprisingly good turn of events. It was just about time to meet back up with our fathers so we headed back to the pizza restaurant.
On the drive back home Randolph and I held hands discretely and kept rubbing our knees together in the back seat which gave us both erections. My dad said he needed to pick up a part at the hardware store for the trailer hitch before Friday when we would go get our new fishing boat. He dropped us at the house and took off before they closed at 9:00. It was a little before 8:00 by now.
Neither Randolph nor I hid ourselves from Mr. Pierce that well as we stood in the driveway watching my dad drive off. They had left their truck at our house so we could all drive together to get pizza. "Randolph, do you think there is time for me to show you some handywork of your new 'tool'?"
"NO!" Randolph shouted. "I mean, no papa. I have some homework to do and so does Jamie. Another time please," he was practically begging.
"Alright. But I want one more look. Just to be sure." Turning to me Mr. Pierce ordered, "Get them clothes off boy." I looked quickly at Randolph who wore an expression somewhere between 'sorry' and 'better do it'. I kicked off my sneakers and took off my t-shirt dropping it on the driveway. Undoing my jeans I pulled them off. Standing up straight, my hard-on was pointing upwards as I stood before them in just my socks.
"Mmm, mighty nice boy. Looks like you got yourself a nice little 'tool' there Randolph." Running his finger along the underside of my erection he said, "Well, maybe not so little." He circled around me inspecting me as if he were buying a car. "Ok. Good night Jamie. It was nice 'seeing' you. I look forward to it again."
"Thank-thank you Mr. Pierce," I stuttered. "Bye Randolph," I said with a smile.
"Good night Jamie. And call me Randy, will ya?"
"Sure Randy. Nite."
I watched the two back out of the driveway and down the street waving goodbye until I heard the phone ringing. Grabbing my clothes I leapt through the porch and dashed into the kitchen to answer it. Most people didn't have answering machines back then and it was instinct to answer the phone. No screening of calls like today.
"Jamie?"
"Yeah, who's this?" I said out of breath.
"Jeff Archer."
"Oh, hi Jeff. What's up?" I never even gave Jeff a thought this afternoon with all that had happened. Thinking back, he wasn't on the bus coming home.
"My dick cause you owe me a blowjob for today. I had a doctor's appointment after school. I heard from Dean there was quite a show I missed. Wished I had been there to see it. So get your sorry ass down here now bicha and get to work."
"Now? It's almost 8:00. What about your parents?"
"If you miss today, you'll owe me five by Friday. I'm going to my grandma's tomorrow so that's out." He said.
"Five? How do you figure?"
"Today's, a penalty for missing today, same for tomorrow and then Fridays. That's five. Can you suck that much? Plus five ball punches. Your nuts will probably be crushed nuts after that. HaHaHa. Your call. What's it gonna be?"
Damn. I had better give him today's. I'll argue about him missing tomorrow being his fault not mine either tomorrow or Friday. I needed to get there, suck him off, and back before either of my parents got home.
"Ok, I'll suck you off now," I said. "But what about Matt and your parents? Are they home?"
"Great. Don't worry about him and my parents aren't home. Now I want you to listen carefully. This is what I want you to do."
Minutes later, I'm at the end of my driveway in a pair of gym shorts, a tight t-shirt, and sneakers, no socks. I've tucked the waistband under my balls so my junk is hanging out. Of course as preverted as I am, I'm hard and my cock is pointed toward my chin as I'm sitting on my bike headed down toward Jeff's house.
With the daylight fading fast I can see Jeff standing at the end of his driveway. He's looking at me with those stupid binoculars from the other day. I'm to ride my bike on the house side of the street, which is against traffic and the wrong side to be, but closer to the houses themselves making it easier for anyone looking out the windows to see me. If I get caught my life is over.
For the second time today, I'm exposed to traffic coming up the street. Luckily my handlebars provide enough protection and I make it down to the Archer's house. I fly by Jeff and up their driveway to the back door as directed. He watched me the whole time holding the binoculars to his face. Running to meet me, he says, "Damn. You just cost me to lose a dollar to my brother."
My eyes bug out of my head. It's not Jeff that was watching me and lost a dollar, but Matt. WTF? I stuff my hard on away. Matt says, "Lets go inside." Putting my bike down we head into their kitchen where Jeff is beaming from ear to ear holding his hand out for his dollar. Matt reluctantly pays him and turns to me and says, "Ok, so how did he make you do this? I bet him a dollar there was no way. What's up?"
I'm at a loss for words. What can I possibly tell him to protect my secret about the blowjobs I've been giving Dean, Dale, and his brother Jeff?
"He's Dean's bicha," Jeff announces.
"JEFF!" I scream.
"Dean thought it was time Matt got in on the fun since baseball season has ended," Jeff explains. Matt's team lost yesterday and was eliminated from the championship. I guess I was only kidding myself that he would be kept out of it forever.
"What's a bicha?" Matt asks.
"Dean says it's Portugese for FAG." Jamie here is our bicha boy. A little fag who sucks our dicks." I wanted to die. My face feels as if it is going to burn right off my body, yet my boner doesn't fade at all. "If you don't believe me, here look." Jeff pulls a few Polaroid pictures from his back pocket of me sucking them off and shows them to Matt. "You want in bro?" Jeff asks Matt.
"Hell yes. You're still hard so I guess you like this huh? Is it all true Jamie?" He asks me.
I simply nod. With photographic evidence there is no use in denying it.
"Ok, then suck on this," Matt says as he starts to undo his pants right in the middle of the kitchen.
"Hold on, let's move to the bedroom in case mom and dad come home early. Bicha, strip," Jeff orders.
Walking to Matt's room, I pull off my t-shirt and drop my shorts. I kick off my sneakers when we get there. Matt is unsure what to do until Jeff tells him to watch and learn. Dropping his shorts to the floor, he's not wearing underwear, Jeff's prick is already hard and leaking. Pushing my shoulders down I sink to the floor on my knees in front of him. Jeff wastes no time in stabbing his 4.5 inches into my mouth. He's pumping away fast and furious. "Ah, this feel so good. Sometimes you just have to face fuck the bicha. When there is more time, it's great to let him give me a nice slow blowjob." I thought Jeff's big talk was quite humorous given the fact he still couldn't cum yet.
Matt is standing just to my right watching the whole thing. I'm embarrassed to be doing this in front of my friend, but I have no choice. Out of the corner of my eye I can see he's stroking himself. I hope he doesn't shoot cause I really want a taste of his stuff. WTF? I think. Well, might as well go with the flow as there is no turning back now.
A few short minutes later Jeff is really becoming verbal and begins to shake. He might have a nice small cock but he hasn't started shooting sperm just yet. Jeff screams out as he has his dry cum. "Super job bicha. Good work," he says as he pulls up his shorts. "Next."
I turn to Matt who looks like he is ready to pop any second. When I place my hands on each of his thighs and take his dick in my mouth he throws his head back and groans, "OF FUCK." After only a few short trips up and down on his 5.5 inch cock, his dick expands as his balls pull up and he begins to unload into my mouth. Neither of us pay any attention to Jeff telling him to pull out and spray on my face. The feeling is just too good.
I suckle his shriveling cock until it becomes too sensitive and he pulls it from my mouth. "Thanks. That was unbelievable Jamie," Matt smiles at me.
"Bro, you should have sprayed his face. It's really funny to see the cum drying on it. He loves all this, look he still has a boner," Jeff informs his brother.
"You're sick. Come on Jamie, get dressed. You should be getting home."
I start to put on my shorts over my erection looking at Jeff to see if he is going to object. He doesn't. In this house, unlike the Soarer home, the older brother is in charge. We are all dressed and head out to the kitchen.
"Do you want something to drink?" Matt asks me.
"He's our bicha. You don't have to be nice to him," Jeff spits out.
Giving Jeff a "if looks could kill" look, Matt says, "Jamie's my friend! If you guys are going to abuse him that's your business. I'm not."
"Thanks," I say softly.
Turning to me Matt puts his hand on my shoulder and looks into my eyes. "You're my friend. If you don't want to do anything more with me that's ok. I'd love you to as that was the best thing that has ever happened to me. But I won't make you."
"I enjoyed it. I'll suck you again if you want."
"Great!" Matt beams. Turning to Jeff he says, "I'm going to walk Jamie out. You better be ready for bed when mom and dad get home. Go!" Jeff looks at me then back to his brother. He can feel the power slipping away. "Go!" Matt shouts to a fast fleeing Jeff.
We go outside and Matt tells me he really loved the blowjob. I tell him I enjoyed it too looking down at my hard cock sticking above the waistband of my shorts. We both laugh. I ask him to keep it secret. He of course agrees and tells me he will keep an eye on his brother and not lets things get too out of hand. I smile and say that of the two Soarer boys, Dale is the same way but does take part in most of the humiliations they put me through.
"Well it was funny to see you riding your bike down the street with your dick hard and hanging out. Did you really like doing it?
"Um... to be honest, yes and no. Part of my gets a thrill out of being made to do embarrassing stuff. I always seem to get hard when I'm humiliated too. I can't understand it. But the other part of me doesn't want to get caught. Maybe I just like the danger of it. I don't know."
"So if I were to take part in making you do stuff you'd be ok with that?"
"The Soarers and Jeff don't leave me much choice," I answered.
"Yeah, but if we are all together, I'm going to want to be part of it too but I don't want to ruin our friendship," Matt tells me.
"Are we still friends after... you know... in there?" I asked.
"Yes! But that doesn't mean we can't mess around. And if you sorta like this stuff, I can maybe make you do stuff too. I just want to make sure you're ok with it. Maybe give me a signal if you think something is going too far."
We weren't sophisticated enough to use the term 'safe word' or anything but did agree that if I thought something was too much I'd puff out my cheeks like a chipmunk. Where we got that I don't know but it made us both chuckle. He'd put a stop to things if he thought they were getting carried away too. I was thankful for that.
"Thanks. I owe you," I told him.
"Ok. Well, since everyone is getting a blowjob daily, I should too as your watchdog. Will you do me too?"
"Sure," I said excitedly. "I'll be happy to. Do you want another now?"
He thought about it for 1/100 of a second before he whipped out his dick. I knelt down to give him a proper blowjob this time. The first was far too quick for both of us. "Wait," he says. "Take off your shirt and shorts and come on over here."
We were just outside his backdoor, which unlike mine on the side of the house, his was actually facing the backyard so we were totally out of sight. It's now close to 8:30 and it's darker but there is still some light. I strip again and we move around to the front of their garage. We can be seen by cars passing by, but barely from our distance. I think it's more the idea that appeals to him. Besides, no way does he want to be seen getting a blowjob from another boy either.
I smile up at him and swallow his lovesick whole. Moving my tongue around I stimulate all his nerve endings. He's moaning so loudly I think he'll wake the dead. I reach around and squeeze his butt cheeks as I pull him into my mouth more and more, quicker and quicker until his molten lava erupts into my waiting mouth. This is the best dessert. No more pizza breath for me.
"Oh My God. That was even better than the first one. Thanks," he says as he pulls up his pants. "I've cum 4 times today. I don't think I have anything left in my balls." If he came 4 times today and I just made him cum twice, that means he must have pulled it 2 times himself. It's his turn to be embarrassed when he realized what he admitted.
"You're welcome." I don't say anything about his self pleasure, letting him off the hook about jerking off today. Besides, we all do it.
"Man you do get off on this. You've got quite the nail there," he says pointing at my hard on. "Do you want to stroke it. Do it fast." Unlike Dean and Jeff, there is no harshness in his voice. More a playful one.
Wrapping my hand around my stiff one, I begin to masturbate in front of him. I'm turning red, but in the darkness, he can't see. Besides, he's only watching me choke my chicken. I shoot on the ground after a minute. There is only a little cause of all ball draining I've done today but in the dark he doesn't notice or say anything.
"You know, they usually make me cum in my hand and lick it up," I tell him. It's like I want him to know what to do next time.
As if reading my mind he says, "Next time."
I get up and we head around back to get my clothes and bike. "See you tomorrow on the bus."
"See ya," he waves and I wave back.
I peddle home fast. I must get home before my parents do. I make it and rush into the bathroom. My mind wanders as I'm in the shower. Seven? Eight? Nine? How many blowjobs did I give today? I start to count.
- Robby 2. Phillip 3. Richard 4. Dean 5. Dale 6. Owen 7. Paul 8. Randolph 9. Randolph a second time while in a 69. 10. Bastian 11. Randolph for the third time. 12. Jeff 13. Matt 14. Matt a second time.
WHAT!? FOURTEEN!!! I gave 14 blow jobs to ELEVEN different boys in one day.
I start to rub my penis covered in soapy lather. It felt good. Not as good as Randolph, I mean Randy's mouth, but good none the less. I can't say I exploded because there wasn't anything at all left in my balls after all my cums. I count them in my head.
- Robby's hand job in library. 2. Richard making me jerk off in science lab. 3. My first blowjob received from Randy. 4. A sixty-nine with Randy. 5. Jerking off at the arcade. 6. Stroking for Matt. 7. Just now in the shower.
Seven cums of my own in one day! Another record for me. Really six and one dry cum as the last one didn't produce a single drop. I hadn't had a dry cum in two years and my balls actually hurt. Well, I now know my limit.
I should keep track of all the blow jobs I give. Maybe I'll start a diary. Time to dry off, brush my teeth, and go to bed. I'm exhausted.
I'm just heading down the hall in my small briefs when dad comes home. "Hey sport." He's obviously gotten over this afternoon. Thank goodness.
"Hey dad. Just brushing my teeth and heading to bed," I tell him. He tells me goodnight.
When I finish my teeth my mom has come home and kissed me goodnight. It's just 9:00 and I can barely keep my eyes awake. I slip off the briefs I had put on after showering and get under the covers. I'm asleep in seconds thinking about my full day of cocksucking. What a glorious day. Sweet dreams...
To Be Continued...
Author's Note: When I first started this story I had a few scenarios in my head which have become entire chapters. For continuity I wrote the chapters in order so some ideas are still to be written. Hint: I can't wait to write the scene at the fourth of July weekend. Jamie is in for a world of embarrassment.
Based upon a few suggestions from readers I've gone back and added items to certain chapters, this one in particular as I added quite a bit to it since I originally wrote it. I'm finding it a challenge to remember what has happened in the story line when I'm editing earlier chapters with new material. So please, if you notice something out of context let me know. I have an outline of each chapter which I use as reference so I'm hoping I don't write something out of turn.
Spoiler Alert: For this who have asked, Marla and Donny start to use Jamie for their own preverted pleasures.
Lastly, I have found many wonderful pics (adult versions only) which give me inspiration for almost every chapter. If you are interested in them, just ask and I'll e-mail them.