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.
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CHAPTER 36
I was about half way home when I slowed down. My heart was still racing from both my anger and my brisk pace to remove myself from the awfulness of crap covered underwear in my mouth. Looking down I realized that the rope tied around my balls, from which the paint can hung, was still attached. I removed it quickly throwing it on the ground.
Having calmed down slightly, I appraised my situation. I was farther from home than I had ever been naked, covered in piss, and nervous I could be spotted by someone. How would I explain myself if seen. I chuckled thinking how ridiculous I must have looked with the rope wrapped around my nuts. Good thing I removed it because that I could never explain.
Now at the edge of Mr. Mann's farm, I stopped and looked over his cornfields and barns. I had a strange feeling, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Shrugging my shoulders I continued toward my house.
Hearing some kids playing I had to head deeper back into the woods to avoid them. Since I was in far more familiar territory the thrill of running around nude seeped into my brain sending blood rushing to my cock. This time I actually laughed out loud when I saw my boner acting as a pointer toward home.
Finally I was home safe and sound. I knew my parents were at work on a Monday but what about Marla. Well if she's home she's home. She's seen me naked and hard enough by now anyway. Peeking around the corner of the garage my suspicions were confirmed: only Marla's car was in the driveway.
But first, stinking from four loads of piss, I washed off using the garden hose. The cold water shrunk my dick quickly. Heading inside my sister burst out laughing when she saw me. "Now that's an interesting outfit Jamison." She swatted my hands away from my groin as I tried to cover my boy bits.
To make a long story short, while we ate lunch (I was starving by this time) Marla grilled me about how it was I happened to come home without clothes. If sitting there with my junk hanging out wasn't embarrassing enough, admitting everything that had happened since last night was mortifying.
When I finished I could no longer look her in the eye. She never said a word as I described last night's events including my cleaning Dean's smegma covered cock. Her eyebrows raised when I said I drank their pee this morning and later in the afternoon. She frowned slightly when I told her about having the cum literally beaten out of my balls. She found it interesting I gave so many blowjobs too. Her mouth fell open when I mentioned the proverbial "straw that broke the camel's back" shit covered briefs shoved in my mouth.
"Well little brother, I'm astounded. I knew you were a kinky little guy, but never figured you'd be into such wild shit. Sorry, I meant stuff. I'm very pleased you knew your limit and stood up for yourself. Now tell me, are you really ok with everything else they did to you?"
I looked down at the floor and nodded yes.
"So do you want to still be their bicha?"
Another wordless head nod in the affirmative.
"OK. I'll talk with this Dean punk." My head shot up and before I could utter a sound Marla told me, "Let me handle it. I need to think about it but we'll call him tonight if he doesn't call first. OK?"
I jumped into her arms and gave her the biggest bear hug I could even though I was still naked. Hugging me back Marla told me her help would cost me. Thinking for a minute she smiled and nodded her head. "Yup. I think I know a little something you can do to repay me but let me call Donny first and see what else he suggests." After she hung up I was told the price for her (and Donny's) help with Dean.
Monday Mid-Afternoon
Ten minutes later, despite any of my arguments I gave, I was pedaling my bike down to K-Mart. My biggest worry of course was being recognized. Marla remind me the only mention that evening on the news was a streaker, not his identity. The reporter even said a kid around 10-11 years old. I guess there was a benefit of being smaller in stature and having my pubes still quite short and sparse after being shaved off.
So what was I doing? No, I wasn't going to streak again. Nor was I going to buy more underwear, but close. This time I was to buy a new jock strap. To ensure I didn't chicken out and shoplift it, she wanted to see the receipt. This was long before the days of self scan check outs so I would have to face a cashier. This would be embarrassing, but nothing too bad. If I knew what was going to happen I wouldn't have ever gone inside.
Of course the clothes Marla chose for me to wear were going to add to my humiliation, basically my physical ed school uniform less jock strap. That consisted of: a white t-shirt, short red shorts, white socks, and sneakers. I say basically because Marla made a major adjustment to the shorts.
Because we had to have our names on our uniforms, that had to be removed first. So Marla simply made a small cut on the hem of the shorts and ripped the bottom portion off. To make each leg opening equal, she did the same to the other leg too. Remember gym shorts of the mid 1970s were already very short. These now more resembled a pair of briefs with extremely wide leg openings.
Riding my bike down the street I knew my entire junk was visible. Luckily, I was riding with traffic and any cars from the other direction were less likely to see up my shorts. Though I did see one woman driving toward me whose eyes bugged out as she must have seen my cock and balls hanging out.
I kinda got a thrill knowing I was flashing oncoming traffic. I purposely spread my legs clearly displaying my boy bits. I could feel the impending hard on starting. Even though I thought that might be too risky there wasn't much I could do about it now. Soon my rigid pole was pointing skyward. I saw a few more drivers surprised reactions to my bold exhibitionism.
I reached K-Mart without any issues and rode around the back of the store giving my dick time to do down. Finally presentable I locked my bike to the bike rack and went inside. I got several stares from a few ladies coming in and out of the store, and even an old guy too. Pervert I thought. My heart was practically beating out of my chest as I entered the store. Nobody seemed to be paying me much attention so I headed for the sporting goods department.
I browsed around looking for the athletic supporters. I had to check them out quickly and walked by them a few times before I got the nerve to select one. Marla said to get something besides white if I could. In 1974, there was a wide variety of colors: white, white, and more white. HaHaHa. I was also under her orders to get a smaller size.
I reached for a boys small (my briefs and jock were boys medium) when I noticed a different style other than the typical Bike or Safe-T-Gard. It was on the bottom shelf and I squatted down to examine the package. It was actually a Bike brand jock, but instead of the 2 inch wide waistband it had a narrow 3/4 inch band in sky blue. The box was labeled swimmer's jock strap, hence the blue water-like color. I selected a men's extra small (there were none of this style in boy's sizes.) Per the package the waist was just my size. I hoped Marla would approve.
As I crouched down I noticed my dick had popped out of the left side of my extremely short shorts. Crap. Looking around nobody was in my aisle. Phew. All attempts to cover it back up were useless. On the fourth adjustment of my shorts a guy came around the corner walking in my direction. I nervously waited for him to go by me though he obviously saw what I was doing. He stopped right next to me and said in a low voice, "It looks like you should put one of those on now son. You seem to be popping out of those shorts."
Shit. Shit. Shit. He had seen my dick hanging out. "Yeah. Guess so," I mumbled standing up. Having been caught exposed, my once again traitorous dick started to fill out. Please, not now I prayed.
"Maybe you should get some new shorts too. Unless you like people seeing your pecker?" he questioningly said looking at my expanding boner. By now not only was my hardening cock visable so were my balls. We both watched as I became fully hard.
Tapping the swimmer's jockstrap box he said, "This is an extra small." Pointing to my cock he smiled and said, "That is NOT extra small. No wonder you like to show it off. Maybe you don't need a supporter after all." He smiled at me and continued on his way, looking back over his shoulder as he rounded the corner of the aisle.
After the shock wore off, I tried stuffing my boner inside the short shorts. They did littler to conceal my predicament. I could not walk around the store this way. I saw a rack of athletics shorts and figured I could grab some of those too (since what I had on were really not wearable to school any longer). I got dark blue in my size and kept them in front of me. I picked up some tube socks (pack of 3) and started making my way to the check-out.
Now the hard part (no pun intended), per Donny's order I was to try on the jock then whack off in the dressing room. The main problem was they were nothing more than phone booth size boxes (remember those?) in the center of the men's department. The doors didn't even go all the way to the floor as they were about 12 inches too short. They were locked and you had to get an employee to open the door.
Suddenly, I heard a voice behind me say, "Did you want to try something on?"
Turning around I saw him, it was Randolph's cousin Tyshawn wearing a K-Mart smock. I couldn't believe with all the employees at K-Mart it had to be him. My bad luck would turn into good luck for him. When he recognized me his eyes filled with lust.
I mumbled yes and stepped back so he could unlock the dressing room door while holding the items close in front of my boner. He asked how many items I was trying on. For security you could only take three in the dressing room.
"Just one," I said holding the shorts out.
"What else you got there?" he questioned. Seeing the socks and jock he said I couldn't try those on and they'd have to stay outside. He quickly grabbed those from my hands exposing my hard cock which was making quite the tent in my short shorts. "Looks like someone is excited this afternoon," he smirked at me.
Placing the socks and jock on a chair outside the door he tried opening the dressing room door. "Darn, this key don't work." Turning back towards me he glanced around the mens department. Being a weekday afternoon it was deserted except for the two of us. "Well, nobody's around, you might as well try those on here.
"WHAT!?" Not this again I thought. Stripping naked in the mens store late on a Sunday afternoon was one thing. Being bare ass naked in the middle of K-Mart on a Monday was much more dangerous.
"Sure you can. Drop them shorts."
"Come on, please. Did you try all the keys?" I asked even though I knew he wasn't about to open the door until I had lost my short shorts.
"I'll try, but you better get them shorts off. You best hurry else you might have to lose the t-shirt too," he said with a sinister smile.
Figuring I better cut my losses, I looked around and saw nobody was around us. Grasping the sides of my shorts, I whipped them down and tried pulling them off over my sneakers only to get tangled up. Tyshawn laughed and told me to kick off my sneaks.
I was now standing in the middle of K-Mart's mens department in nothing but a short, tight, white t-shirt and blue stripped tube socks. My boner was sticking straight out. Reaching for the new shorts, Tyshawn snatched them from me and said, "Oh, these look like the wrong size. Wait here I'll get the right ones." If that wasn't bad enough, he picked up my old ones and took those with him.
I ducked between clothes racks, my hands clutching my privates. If anyone walked by I was screwed, figuratively not literally. No way they wouldn't see I was nude with an erection. I'd be arrested for indecent exposure for sure.
An hour later, really only two minutes, Tyshawn was back with a size small new pair of shorts. Tossing them to me I practically jumped into them. I didn't care how tight they were, I was at least wearing something. "No, looks like you need the next size after all, give me those back and I'll get the right ones."
What was the point in arguing. Throwing them back to him I was once again flashing my cock and balls for the world to see. Well, any K-Mart shopper. All I needed was for him to announce their trademark "blue light special" over the public address system. "Attention shoppers. We have a `blue light special' in the mens department. A naked 13 year old boy, all yours for only $19.99, with a boner bonus included. Cum see him now next to the dressing room."
While Tyshawn was gone some lady was heading in my direction. Fuck! Sweat was pouring out of me. I'm going to jail. My parents will kill me. As she got closer and closer for a moment I thought I'd run. Hell, I streaked before so why not again. No, I wasn't wearing a hat and sunglasses like last time. They'd know who I was.
Finally luck was on my side as Tyshawn returned and quickly opened the dressing room door and shoved me inside. Tossing my old and new shorts in, he kicked my sneakers inside too and pushed the door closed when I heard the woman say, "What are you doing Tyshawn?"
Holding my breathe I stood stiff as stone, just like my dick which had gotten harder at the thought of being caught. I was afraid if I moved she would hear me and investigate. My hands were still vainly attempting to hide my nudity.
"Just checking the dressing rooms to make sure nobody left anything inside. Figured I put the stuff back."
"Good thinking. I like to see employees taking initiative. When you're finished why don't you take an extra 5 minutes and go on your break."
"Thanks. I will."
Tyshawn opened the door to see me shielding my boner and laughed. Then he told me to "lose the t-shirt and socks too." Once completely naked he took all my clothes, sneakers too, then to my amazement he unlocked the other dressing room and tossed everything inside. Re-locking the door he said, "Don't go nowhere. I'll be right back." Where could I go totally naked?
Without really paying attention, it took me a half a minute to realize the he had left the dressing room door wide open exposing my naked body to anyone walking past. Peeking out I saw Tyshawn had an evil side as he had propped the chair with the new socks and jock on it against the edge of the door. In order to close the door I would have to step outside totally to move the chair first. Bastard.
Nervously looking all around ensuring the coast was clear, I dashed out and pushed the chair over causing the socks and jock to slide off. I guess it was reflexes or the way I was brought up, but I bent over to pick them back up. Big mistake.
Putting my selections back on the chair I heard the click of the dressing room door locking as it closed. The doors had an automatic mechanism which closed them when a customer exited to prevent others from going inside without having a sales associate open it for him. Shit. Not only was I locked out, but I was starkers. My nerves had yet risen to the level to make my erection disappear though.
Oh Fuck! An elderly couple was heading my way. What to do? Where was Tyshawn? Suddenly I had an idea. I literally flew into the middle of a round clothes rack of mens sports coats. I prayed they were long enough to hide me. Nope, I could see below them as the couple got closer and closer. As they approached I heard the woman say, "Dear, how about looking for a new sports coat to wear to the party."
You have got to be kidding me?! No-fucking-way. All the air had left my body and I felt dizzy. Great. I'm going to pass out and they'll find me lying on the floor balls out nude.
"No. I can wear the dark gray one I got last year. I only wore it once."
"Oh yes. That's right. Then let's go get a new shirt and tie over there."
From my vantage point I watched as their legs got further away from me. Phew.
Tyshawn had returned by now and opened the dressing room door only to discover it empty. "Jamie?" Looking around he scratched his head trying to figure our what had happened to me. Any other time it might have been funny to keep him guessing. Not even checking to see if anyone was around, I ran inside the booth sitting on the bench holding my legs to my chest gasping for air at the excitement of running around without clothes in public.
Looking left and right to make sure the coast was clear, Tyshawn grinned at me and stepped inside closing the door. I explained about the door closing automatically and "thanked" him for putting the chair in the way. Then I slipped up by saying, "That was even scarier than streaking here."
"That was you. I should have known. Boy, you'd be in a world of trouble if I turned your ass over to security." Seeing my worried expression he continued, "I'm sure we can take care of the matter ourselves. Would you like that you little queer?"
I nodded yes. TyShawn was rubbing his package and I figured a simple blowjob would ensure his silence. As I reached for his zipper he quietly chuckled. "Anxious aren't you." He helped by unbuckling his trousers and undoing the top button, lowering them and his generic brand white briefs to mid thigh. Holding up his expanding cock, he said, "Go on, SUCK ME."
His 7 inch black beauty was already dripping precum. He shoved it in my mouth without any regard of chocking me. Fortunately, I had handled bigger and was able to take him to his root, his kinky unkept pubes surrounding my nose. "Oh fuck. Yes. Suck it bitch." He withdrew and began a quick tempo assault on my throat. "Wish my girl would do this," he muttered.
Shifting around to get more comfortable on the bench while sucking his dick, I grasped my own throbbing cock and began stroking it. He grabbed my wrist pulling my hand away and told me to concentrate on blowing him. Frustrated and horny I slurped on his member with more gusto. "Suck it pussy boy."
A few minutes later TyShawn reached over and began rubbing my butt. "You take it up the ass yet?" I nodded Yes with his cock still in my mouth. His smile would have lit up the entire store. "Turn Around," he whispered. I worked up a huge blob of phlegm lathering his cock in it knowing it would be my only lube. Then I felt his spit land on my hole which he worked in its his thumb. His slimy dickhead slipped in easily after that as he and I both groaned in pleasure. "Oh YES."
The reality of kneeling on a bench in a dressing room in the middle of K-Mart getting fucked up the ass by Randolph's cousin Tyshawn had my mind blown away. He rammed in and out for at least five minutes, getting faster and faster. "Take this you little gay pussy boy," he whispered as he exploded sending his hot, thick, white spunk flooding into me.
Popping out he looked around for "something to clean my black cobra with." Now I had been trained a mess-free way and began licking his cock clean. "Oh gross. You are one sick mother fucker." His disgust turned to enjoyment as I continued the Ass-to-Mouth washing off of his now shrinking dick.
Suddenly we heard a slight knocking on the door followed by, "Ty. You in there?" Who the fuck was that I wondered.
"Yeah. Just a sec," Tyshawn answered as he stated to redress. Seeing the confusion on my face he explained that when he left me earlier he called his home boy, Mervin, who he knew would want in on this action, though at the time he thought it would only be a blowjob.
Opening the door cautiously, Tyshawn stepped outside and said, "Hey. Got a surprise for you bro. He's a pussy boy now. I just did him. So give it to him good. I gotta get back to work. Let me know when you're done. Ok?"
"For real?" Mervin looked inside and saw me crouched on the bench having just been fucked. "Sure thing," he said smiling as he stepped inside.
Before Ty closed the door Mervin was practically undressed himself. Tyshawn warned us to "be quite and be quick," as the door latched shut. Once naked Mervin grabbed my head and pulled my mouth down on his uncut big black cock. It was massive in length, not girth. I was both impressed and scared of it as he battered the back of my throat with it.
"Come on homo, swallow me whole." Tears streamed down my face as more of his mammoth tool was shoved down my gullet. I choked a few times but managed to make him happy when my lips were nestled in his short curly pubes. "Ah, yes. Very good."
Mervin released my head allowing me to withdraw his beast from my throat, only to be plunged back on it again and again. I never expected to have something like this in my mouth and throat. Could I even take it up the ass? Mervin must have read my mind cause he said, "Get it nice and slick before you sit on it. The entire thing is going up your chute in a minute."
Now having more incentive to make him shoot his load I began a rapid pace slurping on his dick. He laughed at my attempt saying, "Nice, but it ain't gonna stop me from reaming your tight lily white pussy boy ass with my big black Jamaican cock." Was he trying to intimidate me or turn me on? If it was the latter, it was working.
I pulled off his cock and spun around presenting my ass to him. Unbelievably I heard myself say, "Please, fuck me."
He slapped my left butt cheek and told me to turn back around. "I want to see your cute face when you take it all," he instructed. Now half lying on the bench I spread my legs as he stepped between them. Mervin grabbed my ankles holding them high and wide. I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance and prepared to be fucked.
Not being all that thick I was able to take his dickhead without any pain. He smiled down at me then released my ankles and put his hands in my armpits. Pulling me up I was now only being supported under the arms and by his hard dick up my ass. He slowly began to lower me on it. My eyes bugged out as more of his Jamaican beef stick disappeared in me.
He was reaching places that until now had been untouched. I begged him to stop. "Hush, pussy boy. You can do it. Just relax and breathe." He lowered me more despite my attempts to pull myself back up and off. Eventually gravity won out and I was firmly embedded on his long schlong. Mervin wrapped his arms around me so my full weight was resting on his member. I felt incredibly full and was loving it now.
"Ready pussy boy," he whispered in my ear. I remember nodding my approval then the pounding began. Still holding me around the lower back Mervin began thrusting his legs and pelvis thus thrusting me skyward. What goes up must come down and I did so bottoming out on his love stick. Despite his skinny frame, he had strong legs and continued fucking me for a good 5 minutes this way.
We were startled when Tyshawn knocked on the door and told us, "Finish up guys." I wondered if he had been standing outside listening the entire time or not. Regardless, Mervin bent over placing my back gently on the bench. I may have been bent in half up against the wall, but that didn't stop me from enjoying the ride I got as Mervin brought it home. Another minute later he was firing blast after blast of his "babies" as he called them into my butthole.
When he popped out I felt more empty than I ever had in my life. I wanted him back inside of me in the worse way. Not waiting for him, I swooped down on his cock making it Ass-to-Mouth clean. "Damn. You are one good pussy boy," Mervin praised.
When I was finished I leaned back thinking, `Wow, that was amazing.'
"Shit, I gotta piss bad. You want another golden shower?" he asked referring to him, Randolph, and the other four pissing on me in the bath tub.
"No, please. Not here."
"Well then I can give it to you in your backdoor, or..." he left the sentence unfinished. Now having had piss enemas from Dean and Dale I knew I would never find and make it to the mens room in time to release it in the toilet. My only option was to swallow it. Yuck. At least it wasn't disgusting, bitter morning pee.
Mervin read my mind again cause he told me, "Don't worry. I been drinking lots today so it should be pretty clear," as he held the tip to my mouth. I opened and sealed my lips around his knob. A half a second later I was chugging his bladder brew. I don't know if he was telling the truth about it being clear and mild or because of the speed with which I had to swallow but I never really tasted anything too bad.
Yes, it was warm and not pleasant but it wasn't as gross as Dean's and Dale's morning punishment piss. Luckily he had a small bladder too, so when he was finished he withdrew and shook the last few drops on my face. He got dressed fast and as he placed his hand on the door handle he turned back to me and said, "Thanks pussy boy. Let's do this again."
Mervin, like Tyshawn, left the door wide open potentially exposing my naked, twice fucked ass. I heard him thank Tyshawn for calling him then Mervin left. I scrambled to my feet just as Tyshawn appeared at the doorway. "I gotta get back to work fag boy. If you want to do this again, weekday mornings are usually the best times. I unlocked the other door so you can get your clothes."
Was he really going to make me run from one changing booth to the other totally naked? Yup. Sticking my head out it appeared I was safe. Go! Flying out of the first dressing room I didn't quite make it to the second when out of nowhere my neighbor Michael, the 8 year old who helped me take a nude picture on the Soarer's front steps spotted me. My bad luck was continuing.
I sat down on the bench and pulled my feet up. I was praying as hard as my dick still was that he continued on his way and didn't say anything. It wasn't meant to be. I heard him say, "Mom, can I try this on?"
"Oh, that should fit just fine honey."
"Please. It will only take a second. Besides, I want to see if I like the color."
"Well, aren't you the little fashion bug? Ok. Let's see if I can find a sales clerk to open the door." I wasn't terribly surprised to hear Tyshawn's voice ask if they needed assistance. He probably watched the entire thing transpire.
"Ma'am, there are some shorts over there on sale that might go with the shirt if you want to get a pair while I let your son in." Thank-you Ty for not exposing me to her. Though there was nothing wrong, technically, being naked in a changing room. "Now which booth did you want to use?" he laughingly asked Michael.
"This one," I heard the kid say, obviously standing in front of the room I was currently displaying a boner and nothing else. In my stupor I hadn't even attempted to get dressed when the door opened wide giving both Tyshawn and Michael an eye full of my hard dick. Tyshawn smiled and stepped back waiting to see what Michael did or said.
"Hi Jamie, mind if I join you?" Michael asked. Turning back to Tyshawn he said, "Thanks," before pulling the door closed. Tyshawn walked away laughing his ass off. I was now naked, trapped with an 8 year old in a single person dressing booth. How do I get myself into these situations?
"You better do what I say or my mom will see you when she gets back. I learned all about you being a bitch-a or something like that from Dean. And I have proof with those Polaroids I took." Michael pulled his shorts and underwear down and pointed to his one and a half inch cocklett and said, "I hear you suck their wieners. So start sucking mine."
Wonderful. Now I'm being forced to suck an 8 year old off. At least he won't shoot anything off. Wait, bummer, he won't shoot anything off. I bent over swallowing his entire junk, dick and balls, into my mouth. What self respecting 13 year old would do this? Could I even describe myself that way anymore?
Knock, knock, knock. "Michael, honey. Here are some shorts. Do you want to try those on too?"
"Sure," he said while holding my head pressed against his bald pubic mound. Without warning Michael opened the door and stuck out his hand and grabbed the shorts from his mother. Closing it quickly he whispered, "Good thing she didn't see you, huh?" My heart had stopped when he opened the door. If he's this way at 8, what in the world will he be like when he's Dean's age?
"Attention, K-Mart Shoppers. We have a Blue Light Special in our Home Goods Department on knitting yarn. Blah, blah, blah..." The announcement detailed one of their sales and Michael's mom called out, "Ooh, Michael. Come find me in the Home Goods section when you're done. I want to get some yarn for an afghan I'm croqueting. I better get there before the nice stuff is all gone. Bring the shirt and shorts if you want to get them."
"Ok mom." With that she was gone. "Now you can take your time. This feels fantastic." I nibbled his stuff working my tongue all around. He was practically squealing in delight. Unfortunately at 8 he was still too young to even have a dry orgasm, though that didn't stop him from enjoying the sensations.
I spit him out after about 5 minutes. "Is that enough? I asked.
"Yeah, for now." Thinking for a few seconds the corner of his mouth turned up in a sinister smile. "What are you doing tomorrow?"
Shrugging my shoulders I told him I was unsure. I didn't know the status of my relationship with Dean and Dale. "Why?"
"Mom has to go to the library where she volunteers in the morning. I have to go because she can't leave me alone. I think it would be neat if you hung around with me. We can have some more fun. Right?" He wasn't really asking.
"Yeah, sure. I guess." I knew I didn't have a choice.
He looked like a Chesire Cat smiling. "Come on, let's go find my mom and tell her. You need to be at my house by 8:00." Then pointing at my stiff rod he said, "You can't go like that. I know all about sperm and stuff. Make it blast off."
"What? You're only eight. How do you know about that stuff?" I myself didn't learn about the birds and bees until last year. I know I was a late bloomer, but he was seriously too young.
"I'm going to be nine in two weeks. Besides, we breed my dog King. I've even helped dad collect his stuff."
Feeling defeated I simply wrapped my fist around my cock and started pumping away. A minute later, Michael pushed my hand off and finished the job for me. After being fucked twice and not getting off, it felt terrific to get a hand job if nothing else. "I'm going to cum."
One, two, three, four, five powerful shots flew from my dick spraying the full length mirror. Three more smaller shots coated Michael's fist. "I've only seen dog sperm. They do a lot more. King sometimes licks his up. Here, lick yours," he said holding his cum covered hand up to my mouth. He made me lick the mirror clean too. Where did this kid come from?
Once my own boy batter was working its way to my stomach, we both got dressed. Leaving the dressing booth, Tyshawn saw us from across the aisle where he was stacking clothes. He smiled at the two of us but said nothing.
Walking with my head down we found his mom. I was extremely embarrassed at my torn, short shorts and tight t-shirt. His mom gave me the once over and I wanted to shrink into the floor. She thought it was very nice of me to spend time with Michael so he didn't have to be bored hanging around the library all morning. I confirmed I'd be there on time and headed to the cashier with my stuff. This was one shopping trip I wouldn't forget.
I picked the older lady figuring she might not even know what a jock strap was. It was either her or a young 20 something year old girl. No way. The cashier smiled at me as she rang up my purchases but never said a word about them. Phew. I made it. As I left the store, I noticed the cum stains from my dripping cock. Crap. What about? I turned around and looked at my butt. Yup. The two loads were seeping out of my hole too. Double crap.
Getting on my bike I just wanted to get home. As I approached the stop sign at the corner I now remembered. I was supposed to be at Mr. Mann's barn to meet Raymond and Darin at 3:30. That was the funny feeling I had before. Triple crap. It was now 3:40. Raymond was sure to be pissed...
To be Continued...
Author's Note: Well, that was a partially re-written chapter 36. Originally after Jamie met with Tyshawn in the dressing room he left K-Mart to do the second half of his assignment from Marla and Donny. While doing that he stumbled into a situation where he had encounters with two adult males, 30ish and 50's (think glory hole). I've already stretched the youth-adult scenarios with some characters being around 18-20. I don't particularly like adult-youth scenes, even in the fantasy world (and NEVER in the real world) but it seemed to just flow.
What I'd like to know is how you the readers feel on the subject. I'm not opposed to using it later but I'm not sure where. The scene just evolved where it was and I don't want to force it back into the story. If enough want it I'll try. Or, I can always send you the original version for your private reading pleasure.
As to the story, little Michael seems just as devious as Dean. What will tomorrow bring? Answer: a kinkier fantasy of mine which I have never tried, but am intrigued by. But first Jamie has to meet up with Raymond and Darin. Raymond punishes Jamie with his own kinky pleasures. Stay tuned.