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 fictional. 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 safely today.
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DeansBicha30 Friday Afternoon
After our little romp in bed, I suggested we take a shower to clean up. Robby agreed. Now technically we had showered together twice a week for two years during PE class. Of course there were some 25 or so boys with us too. Now it was just two horny boys.
Standing in the tub didn't give us a lot of room to maneuver but we made the best of it. Since we were sexual satisfied for the moment, Robby and I really just washed the sweat off. Of course we did manage to lather each other up and explore every part of our naked wet bodies. Our hands touched each and every square inch from our ears to our toes.
I was even enthralled by his armpit hair and spent a considerable amount of time washing it over and over again. He told me not to get any idea about shaving what little he had. He said I should cut mine cause I had a lot already. We chuckled over that and I said no thanks. In truth even today teenage boys armpit hair is still a turn-on for me because it means they are getting pubic hair too.
Needless to say we were both sporting hardons so when the water began to get cool we got out of the shower. Laughing our heads off we dried each other then tossed the towels over the shower rod to dry. Robby agreed that it was the nicest shower ever.
It was a little after 7:00 and the daylight was fading fast. I didn't know how dark the woods were at this hour but I suggested we hurry if he wanted to go toward Glaston. Throwing on a pair of shorts, no underwear of course, a t-shirt and some sneakers we headed out back toward the cornfields. I ducked into the tent to grab a flashlight just in case we needed it. Making our way through the corn stalks we emerged near the small brook.
Now neither one of us had peed after I fucked him. I wanted to in the shower but I chickened out. If my bladder was any indication I was betting he had to piss too. Sure enough he whipped his out the second we got to the brook. As we stood there relieving ourselves I casually mentioned I was going to pee on him in the shower. His first reaction was, "Gross." Then Robby asked if I had ever done that before. I told him I had only been peed on not peed on someone else.
That led me to telling him all about yesterday with Randolph and his brothers. While I was originally going to keep my relationship with Randolph private, I figured after what Robby and I just did he deserved to know everything I had done. I was still not going to tell Dean and warned Robby about doing so if he was ever around the Soarer brothers again. He assured me he wouldn't say a thing.
Typical Robby had about hundred questions and he suggested we head back to the tent. We shook our dicks off but left them hanging out of our fly. His first question made me laugh big time - Do black guys really have bigger dicks? I admitted that they were all pretty big, especially Mervin. I told Robby my throat was sore after being stabbed by six big black cocks. It was his turn to laugh hysterically now. Then he very quietly admitted he'd like to try at least one. I said I'd ask Randolph and Robby was very excited by that prospect.
Needless to say after all this talk, both of our own cocks were pointed skyward. Less than one minute in the tent and we were naked in a 69. I pulled off of his dick and asked if he wanted to "do me" now. Robby looked both scared and excited but nodded his head.
Luckily I had prepared and had a small bottle of lotion in the tent. Robby wasn't too thrilled about finger fucking me even though I reminded him I had an enema this morning. I worked two of my fingers deep into my butthole. When I thought I was ready I poured some more lotion on his cock head and coated his shaft. I got on all fours pointing my ass at him. Looking over my shoulder I said, "Please go slow - to start."
Robby knelt behind me and poked his dick around my hole for quite some time. He seemed hesitant eventually jabbing in the tip. I was surprised how much it hurt. After last weekend I figured I'd be used to getting my ass reamed. Apparently not. Robby pulled out when he saw my reaction. I told him to try again since I did him it was only fair.
He seemed even more reluctant now. I convinced him it was alright. Whatever happened with the Soarers happens. "Now fuck me," I told him. He pushed his dick into me again, this time without as much pain. He went slowly, as I requested, pushing his entire cock into me in one smooth motion until he hit bottom. I smiled at both the fullness and his sigh of pleasure. I looked over my shoulder and his face showed the bliss he was feeling.
"Ok, pull out but leave the head in then push back in again."
Robby didn't need any other guidance or encouragement after that. He began swinging his hips forward and backward sliding his dick in and out. I wasn't concerned about him hitting my prostate and giving me pleasure. I just wanted him thoroughly to enjoy his first fucking someone. By his rising voice it appeared he was doing just that. Two minutes pounding my hole and Robby's voice raised two octaves higher and he screamed out, "Oh Fuck Jaime." He held still buried deep in my ass as he deposited his sperm. He collapsed against my back and we fell down on the sleeping bag.
"Oh my god. Oh fuck. That was unbelievable. Thank-you so much," he babbled on and on. My whole body shook with laughter pinned under him as he continued, "That was incredible. Fuck. Oh Fuck. I want to do that again and again." I think I may have created a monster. A sex monster, but a monster none the less.
I just laid there under him enjoying our closeness until he finally rolled off popping his dick from my hole. He may not have done ATM to me but I wanted to show him just how much of a slut I was apparently becoming. I swooped down and swallowed his shrunken dick to the base. I needn't worry about any hairs getting in my mouth any longer, hehe. Robby grabbed my head and held me tight as I removed all traces of his cum and my ass juices from his dick. "Oh son-of-a-bitch," he called out in ecstasy.
When I was finished I turned around and Robby and I automatically cuddled together under one of the sleeping bags. "I guess you rather enjoyed that?" I asked.
"You think?" He replied with a huge smile on his face.
"Me too. Next time I'm going to suck you off first so it'll last longer."
He looked embarrassed that he had cum so quickly and said, "Thanks. So there is going to be a next time?"
"Sure. Why not. Hopefully both ways."
"Absolutely."
"Which did you like better? Giving or taking?" I queried.
"Mmm. I don't know. They were both fantastic. Which do you like better?
"Taking," I quickly said. "I like giving, but I really love getting it up the ass more. Does that seem weird for a guy? Probably makes me pretty gay, huh?
Looking me deep in the eyes, Robby confessed, "I guess I'm pretty gay too then cause I liked taking it more. I was just embarrassed admitting that. Though giving was awesome too."
"I guess we're both a couple of gay boys," I told him.
"Yup. I promise to do you if you do me again," he offered.
"Sure. Not right now though. Can we rest for a bit?" I asked.
Robby just hugged me closer and tighter. We stayed like that for a half an hour deep in our own thoughts until he announced he wanted a snack. We got up and devoured some munchies and juices while playing Connect Four several times. We tied at 2 games a piece before switching to Sorry, each playing two colors.
Shortly after 9:00 I heard my mom come home. Robby and I got dressed and went to say goodnight to her. She had a nice time and we told her we were playing games and would be turning in shortly. I kissed her goodnight and Robby gave her a hug. We brushed our teeth then headed back out to the tent.
Robby asked me if I was going to kiss him goodnight too. I looked at him slyly and said, "I'll kiss anything you want goodnight." We had gotten naked upon entering the tent and now were both sporting hard steel rods. His grin was from ear to ear as he stretched out his hands over his head. I looked down at him and said, "I'll go first."
Starting with his right ear I gently kissed down his face to his neck then his right nipple. Working my way to his side, I began nibbling his armpit. He could hardly contain himself as he squirmed around. Moving farther down along his side I started sucking on his right hip, stopping before I gave him a mark. I crossed his torso to his left side.
I traveled further down his left leg to behind his knee. Bending his leg I attacked the backside of his thigh before retreating back to his knee. I kissed down his shin to his foot. I never thought about kissing anyone's feet but suddenly I wanted nothing more in the world than to suck his toes. Small little kisses on the top of his foot brought me to them. Five kisses on each toe had Robby jumping out of his skin.
I worked my way to the underside and not only kissed but licked the bottom of his foot. Finally I popped his piggy toe in my mouth swirling my tongue around it. I did the same to the others as well. Switching to his right foot I reversed my path making my way back to his mid section where I was presented with a hard, throbbing, and leaking cock.
I couldn't ignore it any longer, for his sake or mine. I swallowed his dick entirely. He was moaning throughout my tour of his body and now we were both moaning. I worked more and more spit onto his cock lubricating it fully. Without him noticing I reached over for the lotion and squeezed some in my hand. I worked a few fingers in my hole preparing myself for another fucking.
When I figured I was ready I swung my legs around quickly on each side of him and plopped down on his rock solid erection. He gasped in surprise. I didn't sink down too quickly as I didn't want to destroy my hole. When my ass was planted on his pole I smiled down and asked, "Ready for Round Two?" Robby's smile would've lit up New York City.
I bounced ever so slowly on his rod for a few minutes as he held onto my hips repeating over and over, "Fuck, oh fuck, oh fucking fuck fuck." I stopped impaling myself and asked him if he want to drive now. "Yes," he shouted out.
Being a wrestler he was able to twist his body like I had done earlier this afternoon and placed me on my back having never extracted his cock from my chute. He began pounding away in earnest. The second time was the charm and we got hot and sweaty over the next 10 minutes of his pounding fuck. Eventually all good things must come to an end and Robby began pumping hot seed into my butthole. I could feel every last squirt of boiling hot cum scaulding my ass walls.
He seemed a lot less grossed out as I did one last ATM on him. He even let me kiss him after that. Resting for 15-20 minutes Robby asked, "Do me now, please." That's all it took for me to reciprocate and shoot a load up his ass 15 minutes later. When I popped out and laid down I never expected him to lean over and start licking my dick but he did. He was tentative at first. After discovering there was no poop he did an admirable job. We embraced giving each a nice tongue swapping until we fell asleep for the night.
-------- Saturday morning.
As expected I awoke before Robby. He was lying on his back, head to the side, mouth slightly open. I could see his naked torso above the sleeping bag. Wanting to see the rest I carefully lifted the cover and peaked under. His morning wood was pointed at his right hip. He looked so cute.
Cute? Did I really think Robby was cute? Yes, he was cute. Then I thought about Randolph. He's gorgeous. Wow. I guess I'm really a gay boy. My dick was hard as steel and I was licking my lips drooling over the thought of swallowing a morning load from either of them when Robby began to stir. He opened his eyes barely as his vision came into focus. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes he looked at me and smiled.
"What are you looking at, pervert?" He laughed.
I pulled up the sleeping bag again and gazed at his hot cock. "A pre-breakfast morning snack?" Minutes later we were engaged in a heavy 69 suck-fest. Robby actually started playing with my balls first and I followed suit. We got going faster and faster filling our mouths with rock hard flesh as we churned up a load of spunk. I think we were trying to get the other to shoot before ourself and I couldn't tell you who came first. I only knew that my mouth was filling up with his morning cream and his with mine.
Rolling onto our backs, Robby said, "What a way to start a morning. Wish I could start everyday like that."
"Me too. Now I really got to piss." I reached over and grabbed my briefs and started pulling them on. Robby looked at me questioningly. I shrugged my shoulders and said "habit." I explained because of Dean's rules the last few weeks of school when my dad woke me up I hopped out of bed and threw them on before heading to the bathroom. Robby couldn't believe my dad had seen me hard. I said it was still embarrassing but I had no choice. I told him how my dad even walked in on me once during a morning wank.
Robby pulled on his week old piss and cum stained briefs following me out of the tent. We stood side by side with our waistbands hooked under our balls and had a pissing contest to see which one of us could spray farther. Robby won. Just as our streams were dying down my dad came around the side of the tent and scared the shit out of us, "Morning boys. Glad you're up. Breakfast is ready. Shake off and let's go."
"Dad!" I yelled out. "You scared the crap out of us."
"Looks like I scared the piss out of you actually." We all had a good laugh at that. Dad turned to leave and Robby was quickly tucking himself into his briefs not wanting to flash my dad or expose his newly bald groin. I shook off and tucked my dick away. It was plumped up and stretched the leg opening out. I knew when it started to shrink it would probably pop out of the opening. The last few drops escaped causing a few small wet spots on my briefs.
Dad was half way to the house when I took a few steps toward the house while Robby stood still. Looking over my shoulder, I waived to him, "Come on don't be chicken. You did it last weekend."
"Yeah, but I had a long t-shirt on," he complained. "And I didn't have a huge wet spot either." In his haste to cover up for dad he never shook off so the front of his underwear was pretty wet with morning piss.
"That'll make it more interesting," I said walking to the house. Shaking his head he slowly walked with me across the backyard in just his tighty-whities looking like a condemned man. After chastising me about my old, worn, and hole filled briefs I wondered what mom would say about how filthy his looked and smelled.
Mom was at the kitchen table reading the paper and drinking her coffee already. My father pulled a French toast casserole with bacon out of the oven. I told Robby to sit at my sister's spot across from me. Nobody mentioned that we were in just our underwear. The food was devoured quickly.
Mom had gotten up after we ate and was gathering laundry. Coming back into the kitchen she asked me if I had anything in my room which needed washing. I nodded yes as I gulped down the last of my juice. Robby automatically followed me to the sink depositing our dirty dishes in the wash water then to my bedroom. I couldn't tell if he was getting comfortable in his underwear or not. Truthfully, I still didn't like it but I had to keep up the pretense. Luckily the pee drops had mostly dried.
I gathered up a few things and brought them down to mom who was now waiting at the top of the basement stairs. She gave me a look over and said, "Give me those briefs. I'm doing a load of whites first."
"Mom!"
"Come on. I don't have all day. I've seen you before and so has Robby." Seeing my shocked expression at not knowing exactly to what she was referring she then continued, "You two have gym class and swimming lessons together so you've seen all there is to see."
A little explanation: Besides gym class and showers when I was able to snitch his briefs, we took swimming lessons togethers, in the nude. While quite common up in the 1930s, 40s, and even 50s the tradition started to fade. Though plenty of schools around the country didn't stop until the 1960s. My school district was among the last in the country actually to stop in the 1970s. Luckily, or unluckily depending on your perspective, I swam naked in the school pools until I graduated in the late 1970s. They were Boys Only Lessons.
She held out her hand expecting me to drop them right there in the hallway. Seeing no alternative I reluctantly pulled them down and off. She plopped them in the basket as I stood bare assed naked in front of the two of them. I could feel the blood flowing and needed to get out of there before I was sporting a boner. Even without Dean's influence for a week I didn't attempt to cover myself.
Robby's eyes were bulging out of his head up to this point but practically fell out when my mom said, "Robby, yours look like they desperately need to be cleaned. Let me have them and I'll wash them."
"MOOOM!" I screamed out.
"Oh... that's ok. Thanks anyway Mrs. P.," Robby stammered.
"Nonsense. Hand them over," mom insisted.
"I..., um..., uh I forgot to bring any others," Robby pleaded to avoid being fully nude in front of my mother.
"You can wear a pair of Jamie's. Don't be embarrassed. I'm sure your penis isn't that much different than Jamie's penis. Now Let Me Have Them," mom sternly told him holding out her hand waiting to add his cum crusted and piss stained briefs to the wash.
Seeing no way out, Robby started to turn around until I shot him a stern look and slightly shook my head. He stopped a quarter of the way so he was sideways to her looking directly at me. Then he ripped off his briefs quickly covering up his nakedness with his left hand and handed mom his yellowed briefs with his right which he immediately clasped over his genitals trying to protect his modesty.
"Thank-you. See that wasn't so hard (Pun not intended.) He wasn't yet but I was filling up fast. I needed to get out of here before mom saw me with an erection. I thought I'd have a little fun at his expense first.
"He's a little shy cause he's still bald down there," I said with a laugh. Robby's mouth dropped open in shock, his hands clutching his naked and shaved boy bits.
"Jamison! Don't embarrass poor Robby." Turning to him she said, "Don't worry honey. Everyone develops at a different rate. You'll get them in soon." I couldn't believe she was actually having this conversation about puberty with him. "Jamie doesn't exactly have any either."
"MOM! That's only because of my appendix and the hospital shaving them off."
"Well Mister (I was in trouble when she called me Mister), if you don't stop teasing your friend I'll tell your father to keep you shaved until Robby grows his."
Realizing that my plan had backfired, I turned to him and said, "Sorry," and gave him a light punch on the arm. He punched me back and we started a little jabbing battle in the hall without regard to our nakedness as our dicks flopped around.
Mom smiled and walked away telling me, "Jamie give Robby a pair of your underwear." With that mom went downstairs to start the laundry. Robby was brought back to his senses and he covered his bare junk flying to my room. I laughingly followed his pert butt. He couldn't believe that he had now been naked in front of my sister and my mother. I asked him if he wanted size small or large. Being stockier than I am he decide on large. Having thicker legs reduced the exposure but the crown of his dickhead was still slightly popping out of the leg opening. I told him to leave it. He was getting hard too.
We went to the bathroom together like last weekend and did our business and cleaned up. Returning to my room I put on a pair of cut-offs before heading outside. Robby's clothes were all in the tent so he stood there talking to dad in just my large briefs. Robby's dick peaking out just a bit though the way he was standing dad really couldn't notice it. It was really only when Robby sat or shifted his weight onto his other leg. Dad said he figured I wasn't going grocery shopping with him this morning and took off.
Robby and I were hard before we even got to the tent. We cleaned it up and relived what had happened. I laughed my ass off when he said he wanted to wear those briefs all month to see how crusty they'd become. Eww! He laughed his ass off when he said he was thinking about telling my mom I was still picking on him about his bald pubes later this summer hoping she'd keep her threat of having my dad shave me right before school started. I begged him not to. He wanted to know what I'd do to prevent that? The bastard. I told him, "anything you want."
"Lick me from head to toe again."
"Now who's the pervert," I asked. He just smiled as he removed the briefs I gave him. He told me he was keeping them cause my mom said I was to "give" not "lend" him some. Ok.
I practically attacked him. This time I started with both his feet and alternated legs working north. I bypassed his nether regions as I stuck my tongue into his bellybutton. Robby was ticklish and went wild. I spent several minutes on each nipple almost chewing them raw. By the time I got to his neck he had had enough foreplay and placed a hand on each side of my face pulling me up to his mouth. We swapped spit rubbing our hard cocks against each other. Turning top to tail we engulfed each other to our respective bald pubic bases.
I was still swallowing his creamy load when my dad got home with the groceries and whistled for us to come help. We speedily dressed - cutoffs, t-shirt, and sneakers with thigh high tube socks (3 red stripes for me, two blue and a middle yellow for him) then headed up to the house to help my dad.
Mom came up from the basement all upset, "Shit. The washing machine is broken. It didn't fill up and I've got three loads to do." We put the food away and went to look at the washer. Now my dad was not the best, nor worst, when it came to fixing things. However, the clothes washer was outside his comfort zone. He gathered up a laundry basket and told Robby and I to grab one, we were heading to the laundromat.
This wasn't exactly how I wanted to my spend time with Robby but he didn't complain. On the ride there I turned around in the front seat to talk with him (why I didn't ride in the backseat with him I don't know). He originally sat behind me but slid over behind my dad to make it easier to see each other when we starting talking. Then the little cock tease lowered his zipper and opened his fly. As casual as anything he fished out his dick within an arms length of my dad. Oh my god! Of course that started my blood flow and by the time he was hard so was I.
As dad pulled into the parking lot Robby was able to stuff his hardon into his shorts. I had a more difficult time concealing mine trapped in my shorts. Robby really was a bastard and I loved every minute of it. I'd make him pay at some point. Luckily I was able to arrange myself when my father got out the car.
We hauled the clothes inside and threw everything into three washing machines. Robby was doing the load of whites and I watched as he stuffed his soiled briefs down the front of his shorts. He really didn't want them washed for a month. Phew, they were really going to stink.
When the washing machines were going, dad told us he would wait with the clothes and put them in the dryer. We could take off and explore some but be back in an hour and a half to help fold then we'd head home. Now there really wasn't much to entertain us as the laundromat was in a small strip mall. There was a pizza place, a florist, and a Radio Shack. Next door was a Dairy Queen then a car wash on the other side of that.
Robby and I made our way around to the back of the building and we wandered around the loading doors and dumpsters. Behind the laundromat there was a bunch of old clothes that people apparently left or lost. Piling through it I tossed a pair of little boys briefs to Robby. He laughed and said I should model them for him and tossed them back. I stuffed them in my pocket and told him I would later.
The car wash was our next stop. As the cars came out there were two guys around 16 or 17 with cloths drying them and using a squeegee on the windows. We watched for a while constantly adjusting our stiffening cocks causing our shorts to bulge. Eventually the blond kid turned to us and said, "Hey you two, I got something here you can rub if you want," as he grabbed his junk. Robby and I took off fast to the sound of their laughter.
Returning to the laundromat dad had taken the clothes out of the dryers. He was folding them and looked upset for some reason. Looking at my watch it had only been one hour and 35 minutes so it wasn't that we were really late. Robby noticed too. I shrugged and we started helping fold the clothes.
Turning to me my dad said, "Can you explain to me why there is only one pair of your underwear in this wash?"
"What?"
"You heard me. There is only one pair of your underwear for a whole week. Are you changing underwear every day?"
"Yes!"
"Are you wearing clean underwear now?"
"Yes," I answered, my face burning red. Could we not have this conversation in front of Robby and everybody else here I thought.
Robby was folding towels as fast as he could to void the situation. My dad stomped over to me and spun me around. Grabbing the back of my shorts he pulled them half way down my butt exposing my bare ass. Busted. Dad then looked at Robby who quickly pulled the waistband of his dirty briefs above his shorts proving he was indeed "wearing" his.
"I thought you said you had underwear on. Have you stopped wearing it?"
"No. I just... I just didn't put any on today cause it's going to be hot."
"I'll give you hot!" The next thing I knew my father pulled my cutoffs down my legs to my ankles in the middle of the laundromat. Sitting down he pulled me over his lap and began to spank me while giving me a lecture. "You will wear clean under wear every day young man . Do you understand me ?
"Yes, please stop," I begged. An over the knee spanking is humiliating enough, but especially in front of a friend and complete strangers in a public setting. By now you all should know what happens when I'm humiliated, yup, I became erect. Now I never got boners normally when my dad spanked me cause those were always at home and I wasn't embarrassed. Now my warped brain had me rock hard squirming on dad's lap. "And don't ever lie to me again mister. Is that understood ?"
Through my tears I blubbered out, "Yes."
<Spank, Spank, Spank> "Put your hands on top of your head and face the wall. Don't move until I tell you." Dad stood me up and shoved me toward the side wall.
Unfortunately for me we were near the windows. Everybody going by would be able to see a 13 year old boy with his shorts down around his ankles, his dick rock solid, crying because he had just been spanked turning his butt cheeks rosy red again. This was mortifying.
"Robby, I'm sorry but he needed to be punished. I hope it didn't ruin your weekend."
"No sir, not at all." I could tell by his voice, Robby was loving every minute of my humiliation.
Dad and Robby went back to finishing the folding when a father and his two young sons came inside. The younger, about 6, blurted out, "Look daddy, that boy is nekkid and his butt is red." Not to be out done, the older who was about 8 exclaimed, "And his weiner is sticking out." Fuck me now I thought.
"Yes. That happens when you're his age. He obviously is being punished for something."
My dad told the boys, "He was naughty and got a spanking."
The older asked, "Was he naughty because his 'thing' is hard?"
"No. He was bad cause he didn't wear any underwear and he lied to me about it."
"Wow. I'm never not wearing underwear. I don't want people seeing my peepee," the younger said causing the entire audience of a dozen or so people, including Robby and my dad, to laugh. My face was so hot I knew it was as red as my butt cheeks.
"Ok, pull your shorts up young man and let's go," dad ordered me. I struggled to get them up without undoing the button. Robby and dad were already walking back to the car each with a laundry basket. I grabbed mine and high tailed it out of there.
On the ride home dad told me to go directly into the house and put on some underwear. I put on the little boy briefs I wished I had modeled for Robby at the laundromat. Whenever my father punished us, after that it was usually over. Hopefully, you learned your lesson and were ready to move on. Of course he told mom what had happened and she gave me a disappointing look but said nothing.
Lunch was made and Robby and I were allowed to go out back to eat and mess around for the rest of the afternoon. As we ate we discussed my going to the Soarer's house tonight, if I was allowed. I knew Dean would want to know everything I had done this past week so Robby and I concocted a simple but hopefully believable story as to what he and I had done. Neither one of us wanted Robby to become a bicha to them either.
Now when we first returned from the laundromat I wasn't in the mood to fool around. By the time we finished our "cover story" we were both sporting boners. Noticing I was squirming around on my tender butt, Robby said, "I'll kiss your ass to make it feel better." I took him up on his offer and pulled my shorts to my ankles showing off the little boy briefs which were skin tight. Robby loved them and lowered his shorts too. We did feel better after one last 69. Nothing more sexually happened and around 4:00 his mom came to pick him up. We never made it to Glaston.
Saturday was 5:00 mass and I had to change. My dad came into my room without knocking to ensure I was wearing underwear. He didn't notice the way too small little boy briefs as I was just pulling up my church trousers.
Sitting in the hard wood church pews, I wondered if I would be allowed to go to the Soarer's house now that their grounding was ending. The little boy briefs kept my erection trapped and were getting uncomfortable but I stopped fidgeting around when mom gave me a stern look. I explained that as a sore butt from the spanking when we got in the car.
As mom drove us home I wondered what would happen at the Soarer's house tonight.
To Be Continued...
Author's Note: Wow. So what did you think Jamie's dad punishing him in public? Want to see more? Trust me, the fourth of July weekend will be the worst, but that's a little way in the future.
First Jamie has some unexpected adventures with Donny before he sees Dale and Dean.