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 32
SUNDAY AFTERNOON, New Briefs
Marla and Donny went to her bedroom to have some "alone time" not that they dared to do anything too sexual with my parents home. I called the Soarer brothers. Dean was quite pissed I couldn't make it last night.
"I'm still sewn shut bicha. That's an extra night and it's your fault. You are in such trouble. You can kiss your balls goodbye," he informed me. I was not looking forward to it. "Come over at 6:00 tonight for supper and you are sleeping over." He hung up before I could even respond.
I had to wait until 6:00? As it turned out the Soarer's had a family obligation so they wouldn't be home today. A small reprieve, which only postponed the inevitable. Mom said to ask my dad if it was ok, she was fine with it. Dad just said, "Wear clean underwear." Was he ever going to give that a rest?
I had until Sunday dinner at 2:00 to myself. It was almost 10:00AM now. Four whole hours to do whatever I wanted. I thought about calling Robby but decided against it.
Randolph! I called him and everything was ok at his house. Eze was making sure Dari kept quiet about have Randolph as a gay brother. He told me they spit roasted him, each taking a turn in his ass and mouth. It sounded pretty hot to me and gave me a boner. I told him all about my adventures too. He was astonished. I ensured him I wouldn't say anything about him to Dean and Dale.
We had been on the phone for over 40 minutes and I was nervous the entire time thinking mom or dad might overhear my conversation. I was using the extension phone in their room so I was safer than the kitchen phone but not entirely safe. Thankfully, they didn't hear anything. I figured Donny was re-telling Marla everything too.
After hanging up I got a drink and snack then decided to go exploring the woods. There was a little over three hours until dinner. Plenty of time to hike up to Glaston and maybe find the kid who spotted me streaking. I debated going naked. Say that again? I debated going naked??? I never would have even contemplated such a thing before all this started with my parents home. I played it safe and stayed dressed.
Dressed for the most part. I slung my shirt over my shoulder cause it was getting warm heading through the cornfields to the woods. At the far edge of the cornstalks, I looked all around ensuring nobody could see me before I slipped my underwear off. I did climb naked up a tree I used as a lookout point and stashed my rolled up briefs in the crook of a branch. I'd put them back on when I returned in case dad checked again.
For some reason I didn't leave my junk hanging out. I did however, only zip my fly half way with my shirt tucked into the back of my shorts. I trudged thru the woods to Glaston easily finding the house where Robby and I saw the boys fooling around. Nobody was there. I figured maybe he was at the other kids house. Now I didn't know where that was so guessing I headed west down along the back of the houses.
As luck would have it, I guessed correctly. The boys were just three houses down kicking a soccer ball around the back yard. I got closer to the property line so they could see me easier and it worked.
"Hey!" The dark headed kid who I bumped into at K-Mart shouted while pointing me out to his blond haired friend. They immediately came running over. Looking back toward the house they started to go deeper into the woods waving for me to follow, apparently not wanting to be seen with me. When we were far enough not to be seen from the yard the dark haired kid said, "So. Wearing clothes today? Thought you'd still be streaking." He and his buddy broke into laughter.
Now I didn't think things through so I was unprepared. How should I play this? Deny it or admit it? Fuck it. Just admit it.
"Yeah. It was a dare from some older guys." Mostly true. "Did you tell anybody?"
"Heck No. I thought it was neat. That took some balls man. Everybody in the store was talking about it. I heard one person say you even pulled on your thing. Is that true? That would have been so funny to see again."
"Yes, that was part of the challenge. But I didn't shoot."
"Wow. That's incredible. Wish I could have seen that," the blond kid said.
Turning to his friend the dark haired kid said, "You can." Turning back to me he basically told me, "I dare you to streak NOW."
"I don't know," I said hesitantly.
"Come on. Just up to my house and back. You know the shed where you saw me and Everett, well..., you know, where you saw us? My basketball is there. Run up, grab it, and bring it back here as proof. You don't want me telling my parents I remembered where I seen you before. They could probably find you if they looked around the neighborhood. I'm Chase by the way. This is Everett." He was so excited he just blabbered on and on.
There wasn't any real threat cause they assumed I lived in Glaston too just further up along the woods. I didn't think the police would be able to find me through it was a tad nerve racking. The truth was I DID want to streak for them. "Well...," I stalled clearly indicating I didn't say "no".
"Yes!" He practically shouted. His enthusiasm was contagious causing us all to laugh. "You can leave your clothes here," he offered. "What's your name?"
"Jaime." There was no point in keeping it a secret if I was going to do this for them.
Now I wasn't that stupid. They'd take off with my clothes and I'd have to go home naked. "I will, but you have to give me your shorts to carry so you don't run off with mine," I countered. We were all wearing jean cut-offs so if I had to go home in his shorts I'd be relatively safe until I could get to my room and change.
"No Way!"
"Give him your shorts Chase. Don't be a chicken shit," Everett told him.
"You give him yours, smart ass."
Inspiration hit me. "How 'bout this? We ALL streak up and back. Let's see who really has balls and who doesn't," I dared them both.
"NOOOOO," Chase quickly backed down. Everett smiled though he didn't say yes or no. I was betting on him talking his friend into it.
Sensing I was losing this, I dropped my shorts pulling them off over my sneakers. Standing completely nude in front of Chase and Everett I asked, "What's it going to be guys? Do we all go or none of us?"
Everett responded by unbuttoning his shorts and lowering the zipper exposing his tighty whities. "I will if you will?" he directed to Chase.
Shaking his head, Chase was clearly still on the fence. Looking at Everett I said, "Guess he doesn't have the balls. Do you want to do it with me? You can hold it over his head." My last attempt at peer pressure was successful as Chase ripped off his t-shirt throwing it to the ground. Seconds later the boys were as naked as I, both hiding their stuff behind their hands.
"Come on guys. No covering up. You didn't see me cover up in K-Mart."
Reluctantly they slowly removed their hands and looked most uncomfortable. I got the feeling it was because they were displaying themselves to me, not each other. Neither one had a hair where it mattered. Chase was smaller around 3 inches. Everett a bit bigger and thicker around 3-4 inches. "Ready? Let's go," I said. With that the three of us ran up to Chase's house, their heads turning all around making sure nobody would see us. I noticed their was no basketball but didn't say anything. We all touched the shed as "proof" we had done it and went back to our clothes behind Everett's house.
All three of us were hard. I did become quite embarrassed when Everett yelled out, "Look his pecker is hard. That's so rad." Turning the tables I pointed out to them, they were too. Shielding themselves with their hands again they didn't know what to do next.
I figured, might as well go for broke. We all knew we all jerked off after Robby and I caught them. I faced them and wrapped my hand around my shaft. "Fuck, I gotta come," I exclaimed as I began pumping away.
Once the shock wore off, they proceeded to encourage me, "Choke that chicken." "Pound it." "Spank that monkey." "Slap the salami." The funny euphemisms made me work all that much harder sending me into orbit. I blasted off spraying my load on the forest floor, the last several shots remaining on my fist and cock. Their faces were priceless when they saw my creamy load. I wondered if they could shoot yet. I started at 11 as an early bloomer.
Everett was so impressed, "You can shoot? Can I see?" Without waiting for an answer, he stepped over and stuck a finger on my cum covered dick pushing my goo around. Pinching it between his fingers to test its stickiness he was enthralled by it. "Chase, you gotta feel this. It's slimy and thicker than pee." Nope, they were dry cummers still.
Timidly, Chase approached and ran his finger up my dick. He was the first to smell it. "It smell like bleach," he said.
"It doesn't taste like it though," I countered as I dipped my tongue in the spunk on my hand. Both boys almost shit their pants. "That's nasty." "Gross." I suggested they give it a try.
Everett, who by now I knew to be the more daring licked his fingers. Chase's eyes just widened. Having worked most of what little he'd had into his fingers Everett reached out and swiped my dickhead getting a second fingertip of boy batter. Popping it in his mouth he swallowed and said, "No. It doesn't have that much of a taste. I heard my older brother telling his friend it was full of something good for you."
"Protein. It helps you grow bigger and stronger. Cum is loaded with it." Somehow this was turning into a sex education class with all the participants naked outside. It took a little more encouragement from both Everett and myself before Chase gave it a try. His face was indescribable. You would have thought he was eating dog shit.
Chase went to put on his underwear and I grabbed them from his hands. "Hey!" I proceeded to tell him I knew he was setting me up cause there was no basketball behind his shed. He would have taken off with my clothes leaving me to head home naked. He sheepishly laughed and apologized. "Sorry."
"Ok. I think you should pay a penalty." Asking some questions I formed my plan. Everett thought my idea was fantastic, Chase not so much. Everett whispered something in Chase's ear which convinced him to do it though I could tell he wasn't thrilled. I wondered what Everett had on Chase but didn't ask. Everett and I got dressed making Chase feel even more uncomfortable being the only one naked now.
"Let's get this over with," he sulked walking back toward his own house. His parents weren't home and he was spending the day at his buddy's. Everett carried Chase's clothes dumping them on the ground behind the shed. Turning to us, Chase made one more plea not to do this.
"I tell you what. I'll give you a choice. You can either do the dare or suck my dick for one full minute." I figured he'd instantly take the challenge. By the look they gave each other, I figured they had already experienced sucking. Now I didn't know which I was hoping for him to choose.
"Suck his thing! Do it. That way you won't have to do the dare," Everett eagerly encouraged.
Chase stood there thinking about his options. He must have looked at my cock and his yard a half dozen times deciding. Turning to Everett, Chase asked, "You won't tell anyone that I... that I sucked him, will you?"
"Heck No." Not being able to contain his excitement, Everett continued, "I didn't tell anyone we suck..." He stopped short and looked at me. Busted and Confirmed.
"Relax guys. I guess we've all tried sucking a cock." They looked at each other again turning red. I didn't mention I was gay. "Will this help decide Chase?" I went over to the cute dark haired 11 year old and knelt before him. I opened my mouth and swallowed his 3" dick to his bald pubic base. I held his pert little butt cheeks as I ran my tongue on the underside of his pricklet. He must have thought he died and went to heaven.
I popped off after about 15-20 seconds. Standing back up I told him, "Do me now. One full minute." I whipped out my dick and pointed it at him. To his credit, Chase no longer argued. He bent over and slurped on my pole like it was a giant lollipop. Now I was in heaven. I timed Chase on my watch and pulled out after 85 seconds. Ok, I cheated. But his hot little mouth felt too good.
Everett came over and was rubbing himself thru his shorts. Not wanting to be left out, he then dropped his cut-offs and briefs. "Please, do me now," he begged me. Not wanting to disappoint him, and wanting to taste another tender morsel, I bobbed up and down on his hairless cocklett longer than I did Chase. His moans of pleasure told me he thoroughly enjoyed it.
Chase must have wanted another turn and made me an offer this time. "If I do the dare, would you suck me for a minute in return?" he whispered, embarrassed by his question.
Smiling I said, "Sure." He was a little cock hound. They both were when Everett said "me too". I had to laugh out loud this time. "Go for it guys." I don't know if I was turning them into little sex perverts or just bringing it out in them. Everett striped off his clothes in lightning speed. Funny, now I was the only one dressed though my dick was exposed.
Even though it was Chase's idea, Everett took off first, his buddy right behind him. They ran to the swings in the middle of the yard. It had a hand over hand ladder from one end to the other. The dare was to go from one end to the other, not missing any wrung. If they missed, skipped any, or fell, they had to go back and do it again. What a beautiful site watching two pre-teens swinging across the horizontal ladder, their smooth, naked, hair free bodies glistening in the sun. Their packages on display for the world, or me, to see.
Chase fell half way and went back and made it the second time around. Everett was already back and he and I laughed at Chase's hard cock sticking out as he crossed the bar. I gladly paid off on the bet. I sucked each until they had a dry cum which both took longer than a minute; I did NOT mind. They couldn't stop thanking me.
"Let's get back to your house," Chase said to Everett. We took only a few steps when Everett pointed out it wasn't fair I was dressed and they weren't. Grinning I took my shorts off once again. Obviously feeling more comfortable walking around naked now, I asked if they would do it some other time too. The answer was a resounding yes.
By now we all had to pee. Dropping our stuff, we walked a little deeper into the woods to a large boulder. Climbing on top, we let loose feeling free and uninhibited. "Don't shake more than twice or you're playing with it," Everett reminded us.
I beat them back to our clothes and snatched both briefs. "Neither one of you really paid a penalty, we just traded off dares. I'm keeping these, just because." I stuffed the briefs in my pockets and pulled on my shorts. They got dressed sans briefs not arguing.
"Maybe we can have more fun again sometime," I said. They broke out into huge smiles and agreed, "For Sure." I needed to head home. Walking back toward my house instead of the edge of the woods I figured after what we had done, it didn't matter if they knew in which direction I lived. Looking over my shoulder I waved goodbye and they waved back.
On my way home I wished I had met them before the Soarer boys. I wouldn't be in such a mess and forced to do all the things I had done so far, or would be forced in the future. Then again, I always got boners so a big part of me (pun intended) liked it.
I made it back to my lookout tree. I climbed up retrieving my own underwear. I hadn't really looked at the guys yet. Sitting with my back against the tree I pulled them out. Both boys reminded me of Dean, a better job of wiping was needed desperately.
I couldn't really fault them as I wasn't that good until I went to junior high two years ago. During one of the first gym classes while changing one kid, Dennis, got picked on when his dirty skid marked briefs were tossed around the locker room in a game of hot potato until the coach came back to check on us. Dennis got his briefs back after a lecture to all of us about better hygiene. I couldn't speak for most but I did a much better job after that incident, Richard did not. Robby was so-so.
Chase wore Haynes, boys size 10. Everett's were Jockey brand with an old fashion y-front. They were bigger but the tag was out so I didn't know the size. Checking that the coast was clear, I tried them both on. Chase's were about the same as the one's I found at the laundry, a bit tight but doable. Everett's fit better except the y-front felt weird. I kinda like them though. I would have liked them just because they were his anyway. Same for Chase's.
I put on my clothes and got back to the house around 1:30. I stashed my souvenirs in the pockets of my rain coat hanging in my closet. Eventually as my collection grew over the years, I would have to find another space.
Following Rule #4, I stripped off my shorts and lied down on the bed in just my briefs and t-shirt to rest before dinner. The next thing I knew Donny was shaking me awake and told me to wash up for dinner. Then he smiled and reminded me that he and Marla were going to take me shopping for some more "stylish" underwear. Great I thought, this shouldn't be too embarrassing. I wonder what they have up their sleeve.
Big Decision time: Sunday dinner without shorts? I had a t-shirt on so I wasn't just in briefs. Rule Four. If I'm told to go put something on I will. Mom looked at me but didn't say anything. Dad asked, "Underwear but no shorts now?" Shrugging my shoulders I said I'd go get some. He told me, "Stay, dinner is already on the table. Eat before it gets cold."
Dinner was fantastic. Dad made my favorite dinner: Grilled lamb, rice, and broccoli. It's almost like he knew I needed a special dinner after this weeks events. No, just coincidence. Don't over think everything that happens I told myself. As Marla washed and Donny dried the dishes, they told me to go change into the old rag underwear I was to have thrown away. They also wanted me in shortest shorts I had.
Remember this was 1974. Back then stores hadn't been open on Sundays per some outdated "blue laws." The laws were changing and retailers were just starting to open for limited hours from noon to five. We headed to Andersons, a mens and boys store on Main Street which specialized in suits and dress clothes. Not a place where the majority of boys' clothes were brought though I prayed we didn't see anybody I knew. Why go there?
It was almost 4:00PM when we got there. No matter what they did, I'd only have to incur it for an hour at most. We headed directly to the boys' section. I scanned the store and there was only a husband trying on sports coats with his wife working with the salesman toward the back of the store. Phew.
I should probably tell you a little more about the store itself. The concept of malls was just coming into existence so shops like this were commonplace. Andersons was in an old building right on Main Street and had huge display windows. Yes, you guessed it the boys section was in the front left hand corner. The dressing room was half way back on the right side. The cashiers desk just behind that.
Donny wandered away as Marla and I browsed the selections. I hadn't ever done shopping for briefs and had no idea that the were several choices beside white. Funky 1970s prints and patterns along with solid colors were available too, something most moms didn't buy if gym class was any indication. Marla pointed out her favorite packages as Donny came back with a store employee. OH FUCK.
"This is Eddie. Ed Wilson," he introduced to Marla. Turning to me he said, "You remember Eddie from Dairy Queen last night? I think you know his little brother, don't you?" Donny knew darn well I did. Eddie sneered at me. He was still pissed about his humiliation. Now that the connection was made I could see the resemblance. I immediately wondered if he and Robby ever messed around.
"Yeah. Robby is my friend that camped out Friday night."
"Cool. Eddie, Jamie here is looking for some more modern underwear instead of boring white briefs. He doesn't know what style and size though. Can you help him?"
"Sure," Eddie said with a wicked smile on his face. "First we need to see what size. Lift your shirt up," he told me as he held out a tape measure. I wanted to say boys medium but Marla shot me a look to remain quiet so I did as instructed. Kneeling in front of me Eddie grabbed both sides of my shorts and in one quick yank had them around my ankles. I could already feel myself boning up. For the moment I was blocked from being seen out the window by the display rack.
Eddie wrapped his arms around my waist. "Yeah, these briefs have seen better days," he said as he stuck a finger in the whole just under the waistband on the left front side directly above my growing shaft. Pulling it out before letting them to snap back, the tear got larger. "Sorry," he feigned. My briefs also sat a little lower on my slim hips. Without even looking at the measure he stood back up and grabbed a package of patterned briefs and told me to go try them on. Donny told me to kick off my sneaks and he'd hold my shorts as I tried on the underwear. With trembling hands I handed my shorts to Donny. Taking the pack I headed for the dressing room. Unsurprisingly they all followed watching me squirm as I made my way across a public store in just my old ripped underwear, t-shirt, and socks.
Walking in I discovered that this was an "open" dressing area without separate changing booths. Marla and Donny stayed outside but Eddie entered with me. I removed my old briefs. Eddie had seen everything last night so I didn't even try to cover up. He opened a package and held out a green, golden mustard, and orange plaid pair of briefs. I stepped into them and knew they were too small instantly as I pulled them over my skinny legs, pushing my cock down to avoid becoming fully erect.
"How do they feel?" he asked. "Let's see what Donny and Marla think." With that he pulled back the curtain and motioned for me to head out. I simply accepted my fate and followed him out. "What do you guys think?"
Marla and Donny had gone back to the boys section making me walk across the entire store a second time. The older couple were now ringing up their purchase and they and the assistant manager all saw me in just my underwear. How humiliating. Blood started to flow south.
"We can't see them with that shirt Jamie. Give me that to hold," Marla said taking the hem of my shirt and pulling it off. I was now standing in Andersons in nothing but a pair of small briefs and white tube socks. My brain sent another surge of blood to my dick. "Looking good bro. What are the others in the pack like? Go get them and show us."
Without my shirt I made a third trip across the store, this time crossing paths with the exiting couple. "I certainly hope you find something more appropriate to wear when out in public young man," the woman scornfully said. Her husband winked at me and said, "I believe that's what he's trying to do honey." More blood flowed.
I returned to the dressing room to retrieve the other two pairs. As I exited I saw the assistant manager with a lecherous smile blocking my path. "Come on over here and show us," Donny called out from the aisle closest to the windows. Fourth trip, this time down the main aisle. Damn, somebody could be walking down the street and look right in and see me or walk in anytime. Why not just have me stroll down Main Street in my briefs? FYI, I was 80% hard at this point.
Walking to the front aisle I stepped in a wet spot on the rug soaking my socks. Eddie explained they hadn't gotten the leak in the roof fixed yet. He said he'd get me some new socks to wear home so I should take off my wet ones. I was down to briefs alone.
Holding out the other two briefs to Donny (One was patriotic red, white, and blue stripes. The other in pastel swirls.) he said, "Oh, you'd didn't try one on."
"Well, just change here," my sister said.
"Here?!" I exclaimed.
"Sure. Just be quick before somebody walks by the store," Eddie confirmed smiling.
In a panic I ripped the green/yellow/orange pair off and attempted to put on the patriotic ones. I say attempted as I stumbled and practically fell on my face until Donny caught me standing me back up. The briefs were at my ankles and I rapidly pulled them up. My dick was pointed straight out so I tucked it toward my hip.
"Perfect. We'll take them. Here, how about these?" my sister said offering me two packages. One animal print and one light colored underwear in what looked to be a different style from normal briefs.
"Yeah. Sure," I said. "But could I get the next size, these seem tight?" I asked.
Eddie ran his fingers around my waist and the leg openings and said, "Nonsense. You don't want this type of brief to be all baggy. Shows off what you got kid." I could feel my face flush and I jumped when he cupped my balls and gave them a small squeeze. My dick was practically poking out over the waistband.
I heard the bell ring indicating someone had just entered the store. We all looked and saw a mom with her three kids come in. Two boys about 6 and 9 and a girl probably around eleven. The mom walked straight back with the youngest boy in tow. The Asst. manager started helping her youngest with a tux for a wedding in which he was to be ring bearer. The other two kids stopped and gawked at me in my patriotic stripped briefs. I wanted to die as they snickered.
Donny turned to me and asked, "Are you going to try those on or what?"
Looking over to the dressing room, the mom and 6 year old were just going inside. I tilted my head in the direction of the two kids and said, "the changing room is busy."
"Stop wasting time and just put them on here," Marla sternly told me.
"You mean he's going to get naked in the store?" the 11 year old girl asked.
"No, He's just trying on clothes," Eddie corrected her. As if there was a difference. "You're not going to say anything are you?"
"No sir," the boy answered. Then the two kids giggled and fell into each others arms trying to contain themselves. Looking at Marla, Donny, and Eddie, I knew I had no way of getting out of this. Hooking my thumbs in the waistband I removed the stripped briefs and stood completely and utterly naked in a pubic store in front of five people. My embarrassment was once again evidenced by my steel hard lead pipe pointing skyward.
"Oh My Gosh, it's HUGE!" The boy shouted. We all looked around the store to determine if their mother or the Asst. manager had heard. Luckily, no.
"Not really," Eddie said. "He's just older than you so it looks big."
Now I realized I had not planned this very well. I'm naked and boned yet I hadn't opened either package of briefs my sister picked out. Tearing one open I dropped two pairs and pulled on the third. It was sunshine yellow, the others were light blue and white. I moved my hard-on to the left side and attempted to squeeze it in the underwear only to discover they were bikini style and had very little material on the sides. They were obscenely pulled away from my front by my throbbing cock, but I was covered.
"Those don't fit too good over his dill pickle," the girl said. Dill pickle? That was a new one. What am I doing? Do I really care what she calls it? Everybody just saw me trying on skimpy bikini briefs with a raging boner in the middle of the store! Try to focus on the important stuff Jamie. "Is it always that stiff?" she 'innocently' asked smiling.
Laughter from my three tormentors until Marla said, "No sweetie. He'd have to make make it go down first. Then they'd fit proper."
"Can he do that? Make it go down? How?" Looking at her face we all knew, except her 9 year old brother, that she had had the "birds and the bees" talk.
"Sure. Do you want to see?" Donny asked.
"NO." I sternly said through clenched teeth.
"YES," Marla and Eddie laughingly said together.
"The votes are in. Make that thing go down so you can see if the underwear fits correctly," Donny told me. Totally defeated a minute later, haven taken off the yellow bikini briefs to avoid getting them dirty per Eddie, I'm standing stark naked jerking off in a public store right by the front windows with five sets of eyes boring into me. The three ones older smiling and laughing. The 11 year old girl holding her hand over her mouth in disbelief. The 9 year old boy, who actually moved closer, captivated by my actions wondering what exactly I was doing.
I shot off in the palm of my hand as Eddie told me to catch it and not "dirty the carpet."
"Did he just pee?" The 9 year old boy half whispered to his sister.
"No, that's the stuff that makes babies with a woman," she imparted to her kid brother.
Before Marla gave me back the yellow bikinis to try on she instructed me, "Clean your hands first. Come on. You know how."
Licking up my warm, fresh, cum covered hand in front of her, Donny, and Eddie was bad enough, but two little kids I didn't know was beyond embarrassing causing my once softening dick to start to plump up again. The older three just smiled at my humiliation while the two younger couldn't believe what I was doing. "Oh my god, that's the nastiest thing I've ever seen. He just ate his spunk," the girl exclaimed. "Gross," was the boy's reaction.
Marla handed me the yellow bikinis which could now more easily cover my partially hard dick as the last few drops of cum dribbled out causing a big wet stain.
"Kids, Come on. Time to go," the mother called out. I ducked behind a display as the four of them left. The older two never taking their eyes off of me and smiling.
"Well, shall we pay for those and be on our way?" my sister asked.
It was now 5:05 and Eddie locked the front door and drew the shades. Pulling me by the arm, he presented me to the Asst. manager and said I had tried on all this underwear and I had to buy it cause you weren't really allowed to do that. There I stood ashamed, luckily having just shot off I was still recovering and not stiff as stone.
"Well. Let's see. Do those fit alright young man?" He proceeded to run his hands all the way around my waist and between my legs over my junk a few times. "I think they should be fine. Take those off and I'll ring them up."
It was pointless to do anything but strip off and hand them to him. He touched the wet spot and said they appeared to be damaged and gave Marla 50% off the two bikini sets, the 3 patterned ones, and a three pack of solid colored briefs. Donny handed me my old clothes and I rushed to get dressed finally.
I sat in the car in shock at my shipping trip. Pulling into the driveway, it was 5:30, Marla said I had enough time to "model" my underwear for mom and dad before I went to the Soarers. Compared to what has transpired at Anderson's Mens Shop, strutting around in front of my parents was a breeze. I didn't do the yellow ones for obvious reasons. I secretly loved the animal print bikini style but knew I couldn't wear them to school.
At five minutes to six I grabbed my overnight bag and headed to a fate I knew was worse than death: The Wrath of Dean...
To Be Continued...
Author's Note: The underwear shopping scene was one of my favorites to write. I have a great photo which goes along with this scene.
I finally got some time off today to do a final edit on this chapter and submit.
Jamie will face Dean in the next chapter and be punished for making Dean stayed sewn shut. However, there will be another twist after that in their relationship.
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