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Deans Bicha
Chapter 45 Friday Night.
So dad let me go home with Randolph and his family. He said he was going to unhitch the boat trailer and leave everything in it so we could go again Sunday morning. Oh boy, twice in one weekend! Maybe I'd actually get some fishing in this time. Mr. Pierce said he'd bring me home Saturday morning so I could make it to Matt's baseball game. Mom would no doubt make me go to church Saturday night since I wouldn't be able to go Sunday morning. That meant I'd only have a little time late Saturday afternoon to spend with Dean and Dale. That was good cause I owed them plenty of blowjobs for missing today.
We packed into Mr. Pierce's truck and he asked about our day some more. I got the feeling he was digging around for what actually went down rather than our fishing. Eze said we met up with those guys and messed around fishing and stuff, but wasn't more specific. Dad and Mr. Pierce had seen Mustache and Curly walking out after they left us.
Darius sulked most of the way home and hardly said anything unless Mr. Pierce asked him a question. Dari said he was tired and everyone left him alone after that. I wondered how much I'd pay for what happened to him, even though most of what he got he brought on himself. Like Dean, he'd take it out on me if he got the chance.
Back at the Pierce house, Mr. Pierce said we all needed to take a shower. Eze wanted to go first because he had to be at work by 6:00PM. It was just after 5:00 now. Dari went to his room. I guess he was still pissed off about being fucked by all of us. I didn't know why. I got fucked what 3,4, or was it 5 times and was quite happy. Guess that's the difference between a gay boy and a straight boy.
Eze took a quick shower and came into the living room drying his hair, his cock flopping around. Whoa, I don't think I could be that brave at my house in front of my family. Though this house was all men so I guess modesty wasn't so much an issue. As it turned out, when mom and dad moved to the restaurant property and left me with Marla, I'd be naked ALL the time, no matter who was at the house.
Hearing the shower turn off, Dari came out of his room. He and Randolph shared a room with bunk beds in it. Eze had the smaller guest bedroom, but it was big enough to accommodate a full sized bed. Mr. Pierce had the master bedroom, which was the biggest, though it didn't have an ensuite bathroom. Poking his head in the doorway as he walked by the living room Dari shouted out, "I'm taking my shower before the queers. They deserve cold water."
"DARIUS," his father shouted at him. "Come back here boy."
Darius stepped into the room. He too was naked. Boy, I could really get to like walking around naked if I lived with these suckable, fuckable brothers. I wasn't so thrilled the times I did it at my house with my own family home thus far and definitely wouldn't be in the future. Something about knowing that the Pierce family, like my dad's lawyer's family the Everts, walked around with their junk out started to make me horny. My cock was on the rise. Randolph and I were still dressed so my boner was concealed. For the moment anyway.
Darius didn't look too happy. Whether from what happened earlier or by being yelled at by his father was hard to tell. He stood there nude, his bath towel in his hand, waiting to see how much trouble he was in. His cock was partially filled out. He only got to shoot once all day at the river so I guessed he planned to rub a load out in the shower.
"I don't like you talking about your brother that way," Mr. Pierce admonished.
"Well he is. He and his little faggot friend there. They been sucking and fucking each other," Darius spit out with contempt in his voice. Randolph and my faces flushed.
"That so? Thought you said nobody else knew about him 'cept you and Eze when I found yous," Mr. Pierce asked. I wasn't following the conversation. When he 'found' them? Did he catch them engaged in some sexual situation?
Ignoring the question, Dari continued, "Him and Bicha sucked each other that day you was over fixing their water heater. He done sucked a white boy. Been fucked by him too."
It was Mr. Pierce's turn to ignore Dari's statement. "You still didn't answer me. You said nobody knew."
"Figured you didn't want to know that the other day," Darius explained.
What other day? The day Mr. Pierce 'found' them? What was going on? By now Eze had returned from his room, dressed and ready to head to his part-time job. He was staring Darius down and he looked pissed. Randolph on the other hand looked as if he wanted to crawl under the house and die.
"Eze. That true what Dari said?" Mr. Pierced barked out.
"Yes papa. When we learned of Randy we kept his secret. We should have told you."
"No. No you shouldn't. You don't snitch on your brother. I'm not upset at you not telling me when you learned it. That was his to tell. You done good for protecting your brother," Mr. Pierce told Eze. Then turning to Dari he said, "I AM mad at you young man. When I ask a question, I want the truth. You done lied to me."
"Sorry papa, " Dari apologized.
"So somebody start talking 'bout what happened today," Mr. Pierce demanded.
Darius barely started but couldn't bring himself to admit what happened. Eze finished most of the story. I glanced at Dari when Eze got to the part of Mustache winning the bet and fucking Dari. Now it looked as if Dari was going to hide underneath the house. Eze left out the part of us all doing Dari. We all awaited Mr. Pierce's reaction.
"Dari, go get me my strap." Whoever Mr. Pierce sent to 'get the strap' was in for it. Dari panicked and thought he'd try to save his skin, literally as he knew he wouldn't be sitting that night if he got the strap.
"Papa. Eze ain't telling you everything. He cornholed me too. I begged him not to. Then he let them two fags do it. They was trying to turn me queer," Darius blurted out in tears. Was he acting or genuinely upset?
Mr. Pierce looked back over at Eze who quickly yet calmly explained about teaching Dari a lesson on how to be a better brother. "I thought I was doing like you said, settling things between us," Eze explained. "Sorry if I went too far."
"I'd say you was right," Mr. Pierce said to Eze then continued, "I'd prefer if you boys work things out yourselves. And I think the punishment fit the crime." Looking back at Dari he sternly said, "Dari, you done lied to me the other night. You betrayed Randolph to them two guys. You tried to save yourself by snitching on Eze just now. Now, Go Get Me My Strap!"
Dari wiped the tears from his eyes and dashed from the room. He'd be crying a whole lot more very quickly. Eze asked his father if he could go otherwise he was gonna be late for work. Mr. Pierce tossed him the truck keys and told him to be extra careful and "come right home afterwards. I want you in this house by 11:10. Understand?"
"Yes sir," Eze beamed with pride at the chance to drive. Having just gotten his license he didn't get many opportunities since they only had his father's truck. Being home 10 minutes after his shift ended he wouldn't be able to joy ride but was still thrilled to be driving instead of riding his bike to work. He left all smiles before Dari got back.
As much of a high Eze was on, Dari was on the lowest of lows. He slinked back in the living room, strap in hand and gave it to his father. Somewhere along the way Dari lost his towel, not that it mattered. Strappings in this house were done on the bare. Before he was even in position Dari was pleading for forgiveness, "Please papa. I'm sorry. I learned my lesson. Eze saw to that. I'll be better."
"You still lied boy. I won't have it. And you tattled on Eze tryin' to save your skin. Since Eze punished you for what you done to Randolph, you got only two whippings coming. How many for each boy?" Mr. Pierce asked. He allowed them to set their own number of strokes, which Randolph later told me his father usually doubled anyway.
"T..T..Ten for each papa," Dari stuttered to get out.
"On each side. So that makes forty in total. Position. Now!"
Dari placed his hands on the sofa armrest and spread his feet. Bending over he presented his cute bubble butt, his balls dangling below, for an old fashioned whipping. Randolph also told me later it could have been worse as Mr. Pierce, like Mr. Soarer, used a cane sometimes. That left welts and could even slice the skin.
Raising his arm, Mr. Pierce ordered, "Count 'em out," as he brought the two inch leather strap down on Dari's upturned butt. The slapping noise echoed in my ears.
"One!" Dari yelled out. Randolph and I watched as Mr. Pierce delivered 63 brutal butt busting blows to Dari's backside. Yes, 63 not 40. Dari lost count twice and Mr. Pierce 'had' to start over. Dari's beautiful brown butt was bright red when it was all over. I couldn't imagine what my white ass would have looked like.
Dari crumpled to the ground a crying mess when it was all over. Mr. Pierce told Randolph and me to go get some dinner for ourselves. Dari wouldn't be eating that night. At the door, Mr. Pierce quietly told Randolph, "Don't be back for a couple hours. I'm going to give him the punishment you got. That should teach him."
The look of pure shock on Randolph's face made me feel scared and sorry for poor Dari, whatever was going to happen.
"No papa. Please don't. He ain't gonna like it, honest. He ain't like me," Randolph begged his father.
"Hush. Go now," Mr. Pierce told us as he opened the door shooing us out.
I took one more look at Dari lying on the floor curled into a little ball still sniffing back tears, his ass glowing brightly. In that moment I wanted to comfort him, despite the way he treated me. Mr. Pierce pushed us outside and just before closing the door looked us over. He told us to "go 'round back and hose off" since we hadn't had the chance to shower and kinda stunk. He'd have Dari bring us some clean clothes out the back door.
The water from the garden hose was cold but refreshing and we sprayed each other somewhat clean. Using the one small, thin towel Dari gave us (the creep didn't even give us a bath towel) we dried off the best we could then got dressed. If you can call what Dari brought out for me clothes. With tears still in his eyes from his whipping, he smiled his wicked smile at me when he threw them in my direction.
Randolph got a white t-shirt and cut-off jeans (his own) which looked damn sexy on him. I got tight blue gym shorts with white piping down the sides and around the leg openings. They were so short in the back that the bottom of my ass cheeks showed. They were just slightly bigger than my white briefs, though no underwear was provided for either of us. Darius 'generously' gave me a small black t-shirt. Small wasn't its only problem. It was a mid-drift shirt with no sleeves. I would never wear such a revealing t-shirt. It stopped several inches above my navel and without sleeves showed just how skinny my underdeveloped arms were. Randolph said they looked like Dari's from last year. Even in the middle of being punished Dari could be a real bastard to me. We put on sneakers and Randolph and I walked slowly down the street in silence. I felt as if the whole world was looking at my barely dressed body. My dick had very little room to expand though that didn't stop it from trying.
Before we got to the end of his street, Randolph looked me over and smiled. When I asked "What?" his grin was a mile wide.
"If anybody I knows sees you they're gonna know you're my 'tool' in them clothes." I stopped dead in my tracks. He kept walking so I caught up as he continued, "If they're from school and know Dean, they might figure out you're his Bicha too."
"Great. Now what do I do?" I asked in exasperation.
Randolph stopped at the corner and looked me in the face telling me, "Jamie. Sorry 'bout this. But I gots to treat you bad as my 'tool' if we see somebody who knows me. I just gotta. They can't know that I'm...," he stopped talking and looked around even though nobody was anywhere near us. "Gay," he whispered. His panicked expression and voice told me what I had to do.
I understood completely and would do whatever it took to protect his secret. "Then I'm your tool and Dean's Bicha."
"Really?"
"Yup. Do whatever. Say whatever. Don't worry about hurting my feelings. Embarrass me, humiliate me, hell, you can even fuck me," I said as I wiggled my eyebrows at him.
Laughing he gave me a shoulder bump and said, "Asshole." We started walking again. "You'd like that wouldn't you? Not just the sex, but the embarrassment too?"
Sheepishly I looked at him and nodded, "Yeah. Can't you tell? I'm always hard when I'm humiliated. I don't know why, I just do. Even when Dean goes too far, it's still thrilling for some reason. So don't worry about me, ok? Promise?"
"Well... I don't know. I don't want you to have to do that stuff. I mean, you and me is, well..., you know, both the same."
"Yes, but like I said, I kinda get off on being treated that way. Matter of fact, for tonight, treat me as Dean would his Bicha. You can order me to do whatever you want, even if nobody's around. Here's your chance to practice in case you have to in order to keep your secret. Deal? Who knows, maybe someday I can embarrass you?"
I could see the wheels spinning in his head. "Ok, deal. If I go too far you gotta let me know somehow."
"Nope. I'm your 'tool'. You know how to do it, so do it."
"If you is sure?" Randolph asked.
"I'm sure."
The next thing I heard was Randolph's stomach growl from hunger and we both cracked up. It was a ten minute walk to the Main Street from where they lived. It was a commercial section of town near the factory which generated all the traffic that went past my house each afternoon. Thus we had plenty of restaurants from which to choose. I let Randolph pick as it was his dad's money, $20.00. We could eat like kings on that kind of money in those days. He picked Bonanza.
Now most of you probably don't remember the Bonanza restaurants. The were an inexpensive steakhouse. You actually got a cafeteria tray and ordered in line. Then as you went down the food line you picked your salad, side dishes, drinks, and dessert. They had awesome Texas toast served with every meal which was thick cut bread toasted on the grill with butter. We both had the T-bone steak dinner which came with baked potato, all-you-can-eat salad bar (even without parental supervision), and Texas toast of course for only $3.99. We got cokes to drink and strawberry shortcake for dessert. Total for two hungry boys came to $11.05, if you can imagine.
Waiting in line Randolph turned to me and said under his breathe that a kid from school was up ahead of us with his mom and grandparents. The boy turned around as if he knew we were discussing him. He waived to Randolph who waived back. He said something to his mom then came back to see us.
He and Randolph greeted each other, Randolph did not introduce me. At first I wondered why then I remembered I was his 'tool'. The boy looked me over from head to toe as if he were picking out his dessert already. Maybe he was. I was glad the short shorts were so tight because they at least contained my boner. Well as much as briefs would have. It was pointed at my right hip and stretching the fabric out. "Nice," he said nodding his head. "Looks like you gots a good one Randolph." The heat off of my face could have cooked our steaks.
"Thanks," Randolph said.
"Well, I gotta get back. It's Grams birthday. Enjoy your 'tool' Randy." With that he returned to his own family. I was so embarrassed I knew my boner would never go down.
I held my tray in front of my stiff cock in the food line, even though I still felt every worker had his/her eyes on me. My humiliation grew, as did my boner, heading to the cashier. I had to place it directly in front of her so she could ring us up. My crotch was practically even with the tray. She couldn't have missed my hard-on unless she was completely blind. She wasn't. She gave me a disgusted look and shook her head. Damn that Darius.
Thinking my predicament was wonderful Randolph smiled from ear to ear when he asked the cashier, "Excuse me ma'am. My friend has to use the restroom really bad. Where is it please?" The fucker brought attention to my rock hard cock bursting at the seams of the small gym shorts I wore. A tiny drop of precum wet the thin fabric making a quarter sized dark spot.
"Round back," she gruffly answered tilting her head at the back of the restaurant.
Once Randolph paid, the cashier gave us a number for our table and said a server would bring the meals over when cooked. Positioning my tray in an attempt to cover my steel rod Randolph picked the last table across the dining room from the bathrooms. Had we been any further we would have been in the next restaurant. Setting down our trays Randolph told me to go pee. Before I left he told me which way to walk (the longest route to the bathrooms) and, "Only shake once. I want to see a big pee stain when you get back."
"I'll get even you know," I smiled at him.
"Counting on it," he grinned back.
With my heart racing I quickly walked across the dining room to the bathrooms. Being a Friday night around 6:00 the place was busy. Of course Randolph made me walk past the kid who had seen us in line. He gave me a slight head nod and poked his tongue in his cheek signaling he knew I sucked dick. At the next table a young girl around 8 years old almost spilt her drink when I walked past. Her mouth hung open in shock. I knew my face was bright red at this point.
Dashing into the mens room I took the first of three urinals. Thankfully the others were unoccupied as I had a shy bladder. Hooking the waistband under my balls I released my hard dick pointing it at the porcelain pot. Relaxing for a second with my eyes closed I began to pee. My eyes flew open when I heard the door being pushed open. I took a half step closer to the urinal to shield my dick.
A cute blond haired boy about 10 years old took the urinal next to me. I guess he didn't know urinal etiquette yet to leave a space between us. He pulled down his shorts and underwear just below his butt and balls and pointed his 2 1/2 inch boner at the bowl. I stepped back allowing him a better view. I watched him watch me finish peeing as he let his fly.
"Wow. You got a big one," he exclaimed.
"Thanks. You'll grow soo enough," I told him.
"Yeah. That's what my cousin says. He's 13. How old are you? His isn't as big as you though. Can I feel it? I feel his sometimes. He shoots. Do you? Wish I could." He rattled off so fast I could barely understand him. I did follow him enough to get even harder, if that were possible.
I had stopped peeing, but didn't shake at all, and turned to him. "Go ahead," I said thrusting out my hips. He reached over and wrapped his soft hand around my member. Whether instinct or because his cousin taught him he automatically started pumping away. Shit, this was good. Three years ago when I was his age I didn't have much experience. He was so lucky to have an older cousin teaching him. I wondered what I could show him.
Glancing back at the door, I pushed his hand off of me. I wanted to cum so badly. He looked disappointed until I walked into the stall and signaled for him to join me. Once inside I motioned for him to stand on the toilet so he wouldn't be seen if someone else came in. I latched the door. His shorts and briefs were still below his butt cheeks.
"Have you or your cousin ever sucked each other?" I asked.
His wide eyes told me the answer was no. He shook his head to confirm he had never given or received a blowjob. Leaning in I swallowed his dick and balls altogether. How sweet. He moaned above me holding onto the top of my head as he began to sway his hips back and forth. The kid was a natural face fucker. A minute later he was standing on his toes practically shouting out, "Ooh, Ahh, I'm going to pee again." I increased my efforts and could feel his dick throbbing and pumping in what would someday soon be a creamy load of boy spunk.
All the time I had been stroking my own erection. I shot off into my other hand as I pulled off his cocklett and told him, "When you are a little older you'll be able to shoot like this," I said holding out my hand. "That feels even better."
"Wow, you make a lot of white stuff? My cousin does that when I rub him. He rubs me but I can't do it yet. We tasted his. Have you ever tasted it? I like it. Do you like it?"
Boy this kid asked a lot of questions. "Yes, I like the taste too." Proving my point I brought my hand to my mouth and dipped my tongue into my load, leaving some for him, hopefully.
"Can I try some too?" he asked. Absolutely! I held out my hand and like a little puppy he lapped up the rest of my creamy load of boy goodness. Licking his lips he smiled and told me, "That was good." Looking down at my deflating cum covered cock, the little horn dog jumped off the toilet and licked the tip of my dick clean. I watched in fascination as his pink tongue flicked across my cock. This was keeping me hard.
I figured we were pushing our luck so I stepped back and tucked myself away. "Hey, I gotta go. You better get back before someone comes looking for you," I told him. We redressed and headed out, separately.
My still hard cock was now leaking cum into my shorts, which would leave a white stain on my blue shorts. That's all I needed. Randolph was looking over his shoulder for me when I slid back into my side of the booth. It was the last one in the row and the table across from us was only a two person which was empty.
I filled him in on my adventures when he asked what took so long. He was amazed and wanted to see the cum stains on my shorts. He told me to take them off and hand them to him. I thought my eyes were going to fall out of my head they bugged out so much.
"Are you nuts?"
"You gotta do it, you're my 'tool' remember?" he said with a smile. I knew I was going to follow his instructions, I just didn't know how. "Come on, we're in the last booth. Sitting down people can't see under the table. Now hand me those shorts. I want to see how stained they are."
Hooking my thumbs under the waistband on my hips I wiggled the shorts down, lifting my butt up to ease taking them off. The vinyl bench was cold on my naked ass. I pushed the shorts over my knees then gravity took over. They quickly dropped to the floor puddling around my ankles. I twisted my left foot out of them and brought my right foot up so I could take the shorts off altogether. Balling them up in my fist I brought them across the table and placed them in Randolph's waiting hand.
Randolph smiled at me as he examined them above the table. For goodness sake, somebody might see. Wow, he's really getting into this. I was still rock hard. "Look at all that pee and cum? Shame on you." Putting them on the bench next to him he said, "Let's eat our salad."
I sat there in stunned silence eating my salad in a public restaurant naked from the waist down. Oh My God! This is insane. Nobody better sit at the small table across from us I prayed. Randolph was correct, nobody else would probably see me given our location, my back to the restaurant. That was until he said a server is heading in our direction with our dinners. Oh Shit!
I pulled myself closer to the table pushing my stomach against it in an attempt to block his view of my vertical shaft and nakedness. Randolph saw what I was trying to do and told me to sit up straight and to sit back. The fucker wanted me to get caught. I slid back awaiting for all hell to break loose when the server arrived. He stood at the end of the table with our dishes. "Who gets the medium-rare and who gets the medium-well?" he asked.
Holding up my hand I said, "Medium-rare please." Putting the dish in front of me he jerked back and muttered, "Whoa," having apparently spotted my erection. Placing the medium-well (what a way to ruin a nice piece of steak) down in front of Randolph the waiter looked at us with a huge smile and said, "It looks like you boys are enjoying yourselves." Then he winked at Randolph. Busted.
"Um, yeah," I squeaked out.
"You guys need anything else?"
"Maybe some more water, please," Randolph asked. "Oh, and do you have a Lost-and-Found? I found these. Maybe you could put them in it for me." I watched, in disbelief, as Randolph took my pee and cum stained shorts and gave them to the server.
"Oh yes we do. Thank-you," he said as he stuffed them in his apron. He said he'd be right back with our water.
"Oh my god! I can't believe you just did that!" I whispered loudly.
"I know. Pretty cool huh? You're kinda safe though. We should switch seats so people can see you on this side of the table."
"But I'm practically naked with only this little crop top on."
"Oh yeah, why don't you take it off," Randolph challenged.
"No way!"
"Ok, but 'cause you didn't you gotta pay a penalty later. You know that's how it works." Damn him, he's right. He was loving this.
"You fucker," I said though my teeth, though I was slightly enjoying it too. Randolph smiled back and gave me a head jerk. I looked over my shoulder and saw a high school aged kid, a busboy, heading in our direction with a pitcher of iced water. "Oh Fuck!"
"Hey guys. More water?" he asked. As he reached for my glass his eyes bugged out, "Holy shit man." Reaching for my glass he actually knocked it over causing what was left in it to spill across the table and run into my lap. "Oh, sorry. Here, let me help you wipe that up," he said. Taking the towel he cleaned the tables with he began mopping up the spilt water on our table then much to my surprise began wiping down my junk. The busboy actually wrapped his towel covered fist tightly around my stiff pole. A few strokes and I was on the edge of shooting again. Unfortunately, he stopped before bringing me off. Standing back up he filled my glass and smiled saying, "Glad to see you are enjoying yourself this evening. Nice job of letting it all hang out dude," he complemented me.
Just then, the server who brought us our steaks came over and checked us out too. "What's up? Everything ok here?" he asked the busboy.
Pointing at me the busboy said, "Well, he's UP," causing the three of them to chuckle. "I had to clean up a little spill is all."
"Let me make up for the spilt water. How about a dessert on the house guys?" the server asked. He took our requests and they headed off all smiles. I was terrified. How the hell am I going to get home without any shorts? This was a stunt Dean, even Dari and maybe Eze, certainly would have done, but not Randolph.
"Relax. We'll get you something to wear," Randolph said trying to ease my concerns. "Let's eat. I'm starving."
Being two teenagers we devoured our steak dinners in no time. I didn't know about Randolph but I wanted to finish as quickly as possible and get my shorts BACK and on so we could get out of there before being spotted. Wolfing down our strawberry shortcakes I didn't even care if we got our pies, blueberry for me, apple for Randolph.
"Our pies coming." With only two more bites left I started panicking. Our pies were being delivered by a girl this time. No fucking way. She looked to be another college student. I saw our server standing across the restaurant smiling broadly. Setting the pies down in front of us the girl burst out laughing. "Good one." She noticed our server grinning in our direction, then checking out my dick again she nodded her head back at him and asked, "Did he put you up to this?"
"Yes ma'am," I mumbled. Randolph was still all smiles the little fucker.
"Job well done. How old are you kid?" she asked me.
"13," I answered.
"Excuse me Miss. My friend seems to have lost his shorts. Do you think you could find him something to wear?"
"I don't know, maybe. I'll see what I can do." One last glance at my boner and she said, "You certainly have nothing to be ashamed of. Wait until I tell him he should be so lucky." We watched as his mouth dropped open as she apparently whispered in his ear that I was better endowed. He looked at me and nodded his head. I could tell by the smirk on his face he was going to get even with me. He disappeared in the back as Randolph told me to eat up. He was already half done with his pie.
"Randolph! What the hell am I going to do?"
"Eat your pie." With no other option I practically swallowed it whole, never tasting it.
Finally the server was walking back over to our table. "Hey guys. Did you lose these?" he asked pulling my crumpled up shorts out of his apron.
"Yes, thank you," I genuinely said taking them from him. Quickly putting them under the table I went to put them on. It was then I noticed the alterations. He had ripped each side almost all the way to the waistband. If that weren't enough, he also ripped the crotch from side to side so my dick and balls were going to hang out especially sitting down. If I felt exposed before, it was mild in comparison to now. I could see the server trying not to laugh at my predicament. "Thanks a lot," I told him disgustedly.
"Happy I could help you 'out'. We certainly all enjoyed 'seeing' you tonight. Come back anytime," the server laughed then returned to work.
Stuffed having eaten a big meal and two desserts we were ready to leave. "Ready to go?" Randolph asked as he stood up. I couldn't wait to get out of here. I adjusted my hard cock so that the head was trapped under my waistband. I slouched over attempting to hide it. Randolph told me to stand up straight so I was flashing my dick head at the entire restaurant. I vowed he would pay.
I followed Randolph closely hoping to use him as a human shield. He took the longest way around practically going through the entire restaurant. When he passed the table with the kid that said hi to us in line I saw Randolph tilt his head toward the restrooms. Sure enough, that's where we headed next. Damn him. He is soooo going to pay when it's my turn to embarrass him.
Right outside the mens room door Randolph told me, "If anybody is in peeing, you stand next to them and pull your shorts to your knees and stand back. Got it?" I simply nodded and hoped the place was empty. Crap, it wasn't. A white guy in his 50s was taking a piss at the first urinal. He looked the two of us over as we entered.
Randolph took the last urinal, I was stuck in the middle. My heart was beating out of my chest. Here goes nothing I thought as I pulled my shorts down to mid thigh. With my short crop top on and standing back from the wall, the guy had a clear view of my practically naked body and worst still: My raging boner.
Being pee shy there was no way I could get a stream started. I held my dick with my right hand attempting to block his view as much as possible. Glancing out of the corner of my eye toward Randolph he was happily peeing. He nudged me with his arm and ever so slightly stroked his cock indicating I should do the same. Please, no.
Somewhere in the recesses of my demented brain I suddenly got a thrill out of performing in front of a total stranger in a public mens room. So I began wanking. By now the guy had finished and stood there gawking at my exhibition, his growing dick in hand. Randolph flushing the urinal brought the guy out of his haze and he quickly tucked himself away and ran out, not even washing his hands.
Whipping my head around I looked Randolph square in the eye and gritted through my teeth, "You're going to pay you son-of-a-bitch."
Laughing he said, "Nope. That was the penalty for not taking your shirt off at the table. But you still owe me another cause you didn't pull your shorts to your knees."
I never got the chance to respond because the door flew open and in walked his friend from earlier. "Cool. Looks like he's raring to go Randy," he said.
"Sure is. I think he wanted to suck off that older dude who just left. He's a cock hound. Wanna try him out?" Now no way did I want to or would I suck some 50 year old guy. This cutie, absolutely.
"Shit man, course I do." The kid was already pulling his shorts down. His cut black cock was hard the second it popped over the top of his shorts and briefs, generic ones I saw. Not waiting for an invitation, I squatted down and swallowed his 5.5 inches to the root.
"Take it in the stall man," Randolph instructed us. I was glad for that bit of privacy. Randolph was the lookout, though did nothing when someone else came in and used the a urinal. He must have spotted me partially under the divider cause he said, "Looks like someone is getting some nice action in there."
"Yeah. You ain't gonna say nothin' are you man?" Randolph asked.
"Hell no. I remember what is what like being a horny teenager. Enjoy," the guy said as he washed his hands.
Just knowing I was semi caught was humiliating enough but when the kid filled my mouth and shouted, "Swallow bitch," I could have died. He tucked himself away then opened the stall door as if it was the most natural thing in the world to get a bj in a mens room. I was now exposed having never pulled up my shorts, my blood filled cock throbbing.
The guy hadn't left yet and his smile broadened when he saw me. Talk about literally 'being caught with your pants down'. My body temperature must have risen to 104 degrees. Looking me over he said, "Damn, the things I could do with you. Wish I had the time. Maybe next time." Despite being a handsome white guy in his 30s with a broad chest and a killer smile, I considered telling him I'd be fast but chickened out. I gave him a meek smile and he walked out.
Randolph's buddy said he had to get back to his family and opened the door wide. Wide enough so a lady going into the women's room looked in and saw me mostly nude. I don't know who was more shocked, her or me. I rushed to redress, if that's what you can call my clothes. I pulled Randolph out of there and said, "Come on, Let's go." He couldn't stop laughing.
Once outside Randolph said it was still too early to go home. I desperately wanted to get away from this place as a crowd of people were now lined up waiting for a table. Walking at a fast pace I headed down the street, my hard cock still very visible in my ripped shorts. I heard plenty of gasps and laughs at my situation. Eventually we walked around a small strip of stores and got a soft drink. The store clerk snickered when he saw my dickhead and said, "Hey Randy. This here the 'tool' Eze told me 'bout?"
"Yup, what do ya think?"
"Don't know why you let him have any clothes with what he's got on," he said. My entire body was burning up in shame and humiliation. Somehow because I was doing it for Randolph I enjoyed it more than usual. "If you bring him 'round back in fifteen minutes when I get my cigarette break so I can try him out, your drinks are free."
"Deal," Randolph quickly accepted. Did he really just pimp me out for the price of two cold drinks at a Five-and-Dime store? If this were Dean then answer would be Yes. With Randolph I knew the answer was No. He was showing off his 'tool' around the neighborhood to protect his manliness just like I instructed him. If it meant I got to suck another big black cock, I was ok with it.
We sat outside the door on the curb sipping our slushy iced drinks. My balls were totally visible, as was a side view of my thighs. Son-of-a-bitch. I figured now was a good time to ask Randolph about his dad 'finding' them and what the punishment Dari was getting. Before I got the chance, Randolph spotted three guys he knew from school heading our way.
"Oh shit. Here comes trouble. Listen, I'm sorry, but this ain't gonna play out good for you. Please go along with it. The Jackson brothers can't find out 'bout me," he pleaded.
Looking across the parking lot I saw three black boys around our ages heading our way. The oldest was 16 and was a friend of Eze's, the other two were twins at 14 in Randolph's grade. I wasn't scared for my safety with Randolph there. I was, however, excited and nervous by the prospect of what might happen.
"Like I said, No problem. Do what you got to do."
"Thanks. I love you man, you know that right?"
"Love you too."
To Be Continued...
Author's Note: What special punishment did Darius receive from his father? Whatever it was scared Randolph. Looks like Randolph is getting into 'using' his 'tool'. And Jamie is happy to do it for his friend. I changed the description of Jamie's outfit at the restaurant because I found a picture (non pornographic as it should be) of a 11-12 year old boy on a bike wearing a black crop top shirt and blue short shorts, probably taken mid 1970s. I could have never worn that, yet this kid was out in public in it. That took some balls.
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