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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DEAN'S BICHA PART SIX FRIDAY MORNING
Despite all that had happened the last few days, I slept soundly through the night. My dad had to step into my room and shake my foot to wake me up. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes looking for my briefs on the floor. Now that he was so close at the foot of my bed instead of the doorway, I really had to put on my briefs before getting up to avoid being seen not only nude but bald and hard.
I became wide awake as I saw them in the middle of my floor, beyond my reach. I was so tried, mentally and physically, that when I tossed them out of bed I must have thrown them farther than normal. Shit, and they were covered with last night's cum too. What to do?
"Come on, out of bed sleepy head," dad said. When I didn't move he said, "Morning wood?" trying not to laugh.
"Dad! No," I lied. Of course I had morning wood.
"Yeah, ok," he chuckled knowing full well I was stiff as a board. "Let's go. One part of you is already up, now get the rest up out of bed," he teased but made no efforts to give me any privacy.
"DAD!
Ok think. He previously saw my boner in my underwear now it looks like he's going to see it in the flesh. Nothing I can do about it. Hopefully, the dried spunk on my briefs wouldn't be too noticeable. Nothing I can do about that either. Now if I'm quick, turn to the left, hunch over and grab my briefs off the floor he'll only see the right side shaved which he knew was done at the hospital.
GO! My nerves made me stumble as I caught my foot on the bed clothes and I was at best only a quarter turned away from him. I moved as quickly as possible to nab my briefs off the floor before he saw, but not quick enough.
My dad stepped toward me, took me by the arm and spun me around before I could even get one foot in my underwear. I vainly covered my erection with my briefs, "Dad?!"
"Move your hands," he commanded as he pulled my hands from in front of me. "Why is your johnson shaved? At least he wasn't talking about my boner. Johnson? I never understood that slang for it. There had to be a million words for penis: cock, dick, schlong, member, tool, pud, pecker, snake, one-eyed monster, rod, bone, junk, pocket rocket - the list is endless. But johnson?
"It was shaved for my appendix," I hoped that would satisfy him, desperately wanting to put my underwear on and cover up my hard on.
Releasing my hands he folded his arms in his typical "don't give me that shit" posture. "They only did on your right near you scar. So..." He was going to give me enough rope to hang myself.
How was I going to get out of this. Give him short answers. He'll have to ask more questions. I was too stupid or too much in shock to cover myself so my dick was pointed directly at him.
"They're shaved."
"I see that. Why?"
"I...I shaved them."
"Why?" I could tell by his voice he was getting angry.
"Cause it looked silly with only half of them." Remember I did think of doing it.
"So who was going to see them?"
"Nobody."
He just stared at me. Was he so mad that he couldn't even speak now?
"Well?" He finally said.
Devine intervention, it had to be. It's my only explanation. I heard the trumpets heralding as it came to me. This would work, it had to work. "Cause of what you said."
"Which was?"
"That every time you shaved your beard it comes in thicker than before. So I thought, um, maybe my hair down there would come in more thick too."
"Thicker," he corrected.
Really? We're standing in my room with me naked, my dick still hard as ever poking straight out, and he's going to correct my grammar? WTF?
"Thicker, yeah. Maybe, I guess. Or hoped anyway," I stumbled through my answer.
"Well, you'll know in 3 months."
"Three months? It won't take that long. Will it?"
"Or more to come in fully."
This is going to be a disaster if they don't come in for school in September. That was just three months away. I better not be shaved again this summer. What about Rule Two?
"We're late. Go eat breakfast," he said moving me toward the door, me still freaking naked and hard. Hello?
"Can I get my robe?"
"You don't need it. If you can sleep in the buff like a man, I think it's alright to eat breakfast in your underwear." At this point I'm actually in the hall, again STILL NAKED AND HARD.
"But, I'm... uh," looking down at my boner I barely am able to say, "...hard."
"Put your underwear on. It'll go down." Now I'm fumbling around trying to walk and pull on my small briefs at the same time. I just get them up over my erection when Marla comes out of her room. She doesn't say anything but her smile lets me know she's now seen me with a fully hard rod this time. Fuck me now.
How many days have I been forced into these situations? Wasn't I just a normal (but closeted) kid when this week began? Now given all that I've been thru which included being naked and hard in front of Mrs. Soarer and giving her sons BLOWJOBS, you'd think sitting at my breakfast table in just my underwear wouldn't be so bad. Even if it is just my family, this was by far more embarrassing, especially erect. All those other things I did, I did sorta get a kick out of them. I must have enjoyed them since I kept getting hard. Thankfully, by the time I was finished eating my dick had deflated to half mast.
"Earth to Jamie. Hurry up, finish up," my dad brought me out of my daydream. "Remember, I'll pick you up right after school this afternoon," he said heading out the door. Dad and I were going to a Boat Show shopping for a new fishing boat then grab dinner out. We probably wouldn't be back early enough in the evening for me to meet with Dale and Dean. I was going to be punished by them, I just knew it.
"OK. I hope we find a nice boat. I can't wait."
OMG! Looking at the time, I swallowed the rest of my cereal whole, gulped down my juice, and dumped my stuff in the sink. I heard Marla coming out of the bathroom and headed that way. I was only semi-hard and after last night and this morning, what would her seeing me matter now?
"Well, I see that thing finally is going down. Did you do it at the kitchen table? It certainly looks like it," she said. Taking her index finger she used her fingernail to scrape some crusty cum from my underwear. I thought I'd die right there.
"No. That must be spilt milk from my cereal." I knew she wouldn't believe it but it sounded reasonable, to me anyway.
"HaHaHa. It's spilt something, but not milk. I think it came from here not your cereal," she laughed. When she said "here" Marla actually pinched my dickhead. She pinched it!
"Very Funny." I pushed her hand off me and dashed around her to the bathroom. Sitting on the "throne" to do my business I realized that for better or worse, my family was apparently ok now with me being in my underwear. I had only done it in the morning or late at night. I'd have to start doing it during the day all too soon, something I was NOT gonna like. Bathroom duties completed, I walked back to my room. If I was going to follow Rule Four, I'd be only wearing briefs around the house. Ok done, though nobody was in the hall anyway.
Now to Rule One, No Underwear. I was already going to be punished for wearing them, and it was going to be doubled so I tried to put on the new briefs that were returned to me yesterday. Sadly, they were still too damp with the boys pee and they stunk. So I put on the old, size small, torn ones again. I'd worn underwear more than one day, no big deal. I'd wash out the new briefs when I get home cause I'm going to miss the bus if I don't get a move on it.
--- FRIDAY NIGHT There wasn't much time between getting off the bus and dad picking me up for our boating excursion. Changing into a pair of jeans, mom didn't like me to wear them to school though everyone else did so I stood out as more than a little nerdy, I debated going with or without briefs. Tossing a coin, heads none - tails without, it came up heads. I know, not a fair coin toss. I guess I really wanted to try going au natural.
My jeans were a little scratchy but they did a better job of hiding my dick than my school bell bottoms which were in a thinner fabric. (Can't believe we even wore those). I pulled on a clean t-shirt and some white socks and sneakers. Now at least I was dressed as a normal 13 year old boy, albeit a gay one.
Dad would be here to pick me up shortly. Dashing to the kitchen I rummaged thru the refrigerator to get a snack and something to drink. I was just finishing when he came to pick me up and we headed right out. Boat shopping was fantastic. We found a couple of potential boats and were deciding exactly what options we wanted or needed. Way past our normal dinner time I was starving by the time we left the exhibition hall where the Boat Show was being held.
The major dinner crowd had thinned out by the time we got to our favorite Italian restaurant. Walking in I immediately noticed a boy who looked a little older than I am sitting across from his parents. Being ahead of dad I picked a table about 4 down from theirs on the other side of the aisle. Dad had his back to them so I could pretend to look at him but really be gazing at this good looking kid.
The waitress brought us some water and the menus and took our drinks orders. Peaking over the top of my menu I locked eyes with this handsome boy for a few seconds. The waitress delivered their drinks then ours taking all of our orders. As dad and I were reviewing the boat catalogs, I noticed the kid get up and head to the bathroom. "I gotta pee," I spit out and jumped up to follow him.
Having been here many times previously, I knew the mens room was small with only one cubicle and two urinals without a partition between them. Better still, the urinals weren't the full wall mounted kind in which you can practically put your whole body in order to avoid being seen. These were the kind that came out from the wall, kinda like an upside down cup from an athletic supporter. They always reminded me of that, right down to the curve at the top just like a jock cup. I prayed nobody else was in the mens room and he hadn't gone into the stall for privacy.
My heart was beating a mile a minute. Could I really do something this insane, in a restaurant with my dad? Rule Six: expose Myself. I wasn't being ordered to do it, I wanted to do it. I'd never see this kid again. Just open up my jeans and give him a good show. I don't have to drop them to my knees like a four year old. Not today anyway. I'll consider this a test run.
Holding my breathe, I pushed the door open. YES. The kid turned his head as I entered digging his dick out of his underwear. He shuffled a half step toward the urinal as if that was going to protect his modesty. I gave him a head nod as I took three giants steps to stand next to him. "Hey" he acknowledged me back. My hands were shaking as I unbuttoned my jeans and lowered the zipper.
He started to piss and it splashed against the porcelain. Jumping back to avoid getting wet he chuckled and said, "I hate these piss pots, they splash too much."
"Yeah, you gotta stand back or else you get your clothes covered in pee," I replied. This was the moment of truth. Pushing my jeans below my balls in the front and half way down my ass in the back I released my stream. Holding my t-shirt up to my navel gave him all the opportunity to see me. He took full advantage too.
Because I'm left handed I was holding my dick with my left hand. Fortunately I was standing to his left giving him a complete view of my growing cock sticking out from a shaved groin. His eyes widened when he noticed.
"Whoa. What the hell? That's all the hair you got? Shouldn't there be more or something? How old are you?" I noticed he had finished peeing but hadn't shaken off, his dick still sticking out.
"I'm 13 1/2. I had more but they were shaved off cause I just had my appendix out," I explained. Having finished peeing myself I turned to him and lifted my t-shirt even more showing him my scar and my bald genitals.
"Oh. Did some pretty nurse do it?" he asked excitedly.
I figured I'd play it straight. "Yes. It was sooo embarrassing. I even started getting hard," I lied. In truth a good looking male orderly did it, though I was in too much pain to enjoy it and my dad watched the entire thing.
"Really?"
"Yeah." We were both about half way hard so I continued what I thought any macho boy would want to hear. "She only needed to do the right side but I asked her to do the left so it didn't look so funny. (I was really getting a lot of mileage out of this story.) I leaned in to him and he leaned back as I whispered, "she put a towel over it and even moved it out of her way.
"No fucking way!"
"Worse, I got a boner and the towel slipped off. I was so humiliated."
"Damn, then what happened?"
The movement of his right hand stroking his hard cock drew my attention. I continued with my little fable, giving myself a little wank too. "When she finished she took a wash cloth and wiped off the remaining shaving cream, holding my dick up to clean the base. I nearly shot off."
"I bet."
"She pulled my hospital gown down and told me not to be embarrassed. It happens all the time and that I had nothing to be ashamed of. That I'd make someone happy someday." By now we were both stroking full force. We stood shoulder to shoulder intently watching each other wank. I so desperately wanted to grab his dick but I didn't.
He started to grunt and I knew he was going to shoot. I quickened my tempo and we raced to the finish line. We spewed our loads all over the urinals, walls, and floor. Hetero guilt came upon him immediately and he stuffed his cum dripping cock into his white briefs and zipped up moving to the sinks.
Not having any underwear on myself, I went into the cubicle to clean up with some toilet paper. Just then his dad popped inside and said his food was ready. The kid replied, "I'll be right out, just washing my hands."
I came out all re-dressed and his dad went back to their table. I washed my hands next to him and said, "Wow. I've never done that with anyone before. Have you?"
He looked like the proverbial deer in the headlights though his answer was a nervous, "Um, No, never. I gotta go. See ya."
"Yeah, see ya." I smiled all the way back to my table. We kept stealing glances at each other throughout our meals. Eating dinner some last drops of spunk leaked into my jeans. I was hoping it didn't seep all the way through. It wasn't visible when we left so it didn't matter. I was right, I never saw that kid again but think of him often when I'm taking a pee at a mens room urinal.
As expected we got home late so I didn't see the Soarer boys. Mom was watching TV in the living room, my sister had gone to the movies. Now to practice walking around in my briefs. I went to my room and undressed. The cum had dried even though I could still see some yellow congealed clumps sticking to my skin. I put on the only briefs I had, hoping my mom wouldn't notice they were the same as last night. I told myself: Do This.
Ready or not, here goes. I'm actually walking down the hall in just my underwear again. Wow. Now last night was natural after studying. This morning dad made me eat in my briefs cause I was running late. But now it looked as if I chose to do this. I wouldn't have, but was under orders. I had to pass the living room on the way to their bedroom & bathroom to brush my teeth. Dad was talking all about the different boats and I figured this was the perfect excuse to join them.
The catalogs were spread out on the coffee table and I picked my favorite one out and showed a picture to mom. Sitting next to my father we went over what we liked and disliked about each model for about 20 minutes. At one point I dropped a brochure and when I went to pick it up, I spread my legs out and my dickhead slipped out of my leg opening. SHIT.
Play it cool. It's on the left and dad is to my left so he can't see it from his angle. Neither can mom. Though how am I going to avoid being seen when I stand up? I placed a few catalogs on my lap trying to find one in particular, that was my story anyway, I brought my legs together and reached under tucking my pecker away. Whew. Wish I had on better underwear.
I eventually decided to go to bed. I went over to my mom's chair and gave her a kiss goodnight. Rounding the corner to their room I breathed a sigh of relief. Neither said anything about me sitting in the living room in my briefs. I grabbed the electric toothbrush off of mom's dresser. The only electric outlet in their half bath was up on the light over the sink, long before building codes required grounded plugs near sinks. After I finished, I put the toothbrush back and waived goodnight on my way to my room. They didn't say anything to me except sleep tight.
Now I wondered: Would I be able to do it tomorrow morning? Probably. I felt good about meeting my forced goal, even if I didn't like parading around in only a thin piece of white cotton covering my stuff. White cotton? These were not really what you'd call white anymore, which reminded me to wash out my new briefs. I hoped they'd dry by morning.
SATURDAY MORNINGS always start too early. Teenagers should be allowed to sleep all day. Dad stood in my doorway, "Up. French toast and hash browns."
I loved French toast and he made the best hash brown potatoes. I jumped out of bed this morning without giving my nudity any thought. After all he had already seen everything there was to see now so why hide it from him? Jumping into my briefs I flew to the kitchen and sat down at the table where mom was drinking coffee and reading the morning paper. I dug into my breakfast.
Ok, I did it again, came to breakfast in just my briefs. Because it was so rushed yesterday and today it just was a natural thing. I still didn't like it as very little covered my dick and balls, but at least I could do it and I'd have to continue so get over it I told myself. Just don't get hard I thought. Why would I think that. Blood was now making its way south and I could feel my cock expanding. Stay calm. Slow down eating and it will go away.
With a mouthful of food I asked, "Where's Marla"?"
"Please don't talk with your mouth full," mom admonished me.
Swallowing, I sheepishly said, "Sorry. Where's Marla?"
"Your sister already ate. She and Donato (her boyfriend whose name was Donato, Italian for Donald, though everyone but mom called him Donny) are heading over early to the founder's day fair," mom informed me.
I nodded and stuffed my face. A drop of syrup dripped off of my fork and fell onto the front of my briefs right on my dick. Great, draw attention to it. When I finished I put my dishes in the sink and turned around to go get dressed. That's when my dad stopped me in my tracks.
"Here, take this garbage out and put it on the back porch," he said handing me the bag of trash. We didn't have a garbage disposal so all food scraps went in the barrel and I had to take the rubbish out daily. I missed last night cause of being out with my father.
"Can't it wait till we leave?" Our garbage barrels were kept on the side of the garage. Back then there were no big green plastic ones with flip top lids, but short metal ones with tops that came off totally. I had to lug them out to the street and back in trash days. When I was younger, the trash men would actually go up to each house to get them. They had stopped doing that to speed the collection process. Now teenage boys everywhere had another chore to do.
"No, it's beginning to stink," my father answered.
"But I'm not dressed," I reminded him as if he needed reminding.
"I only want you to put it on the back porch and you've got your underwear on. Nobody is going to see you." I don't know why we always called it a back porch as it was actually on the side of the house and totally visible from the street. Maybe because it was off the kitchen and the "back" door as opposed to the front door. I stood there not knowing what to do.
Now I had been out naked on our back porch many times when nobody was home. There was always a thrill in it for me as an occasional car would go by. Of course, my nude strolling about became more wide spread and bolder, as I have already mentioned. But doing in in front of my parents, or at least partially in just my briefs, scared me.
Prior to my encounter with the Soarer brothers the past few days, I hadn't actually been seen by anyone. It was always the allure of getting caught that kept me excited. Being seen by them hadn't turned out so well. But these are my parents, and it's just the back (really side) porch. Be quick and it'll be over. I opened the kitchen door and took two huge steps out and placed the garbage bag next to the railing. I'd put it in the barrels when we left for the fair.
As I came back in, my mom was pouring her and my dad another cup of coffee. She looked at me strangely and told me to turn around. Not knowing what was up I did so in a complete circle with a questioning look on my face.
"Jamie, those are the same pair of underwear you had on two nights ago. There's a hole in the back near the waistband. I thought I told you to throw them out."
Busted. Why hadn't I rinsed out the pee soaked ones earlier so they could have been dry by now.
"Two days?!" dad exclaimed. "You should be changing your underwear everyday young man."
When he used "young man" I knew I was on thin ice.
"Sorry, I forgot. I'll change now and get rid of these," I lied. First, we were meeting the Soarer family at the fairgrounds so I couldn't wear any underwear per Rule One. Second, I couldn't throw out one of only two pairs I had left.
"Do as your mother says. Take them off and go throw them outside with the trash right now!" My father commanded. Was he nuts?
"But I'll be naked outside," I pleaded for a reprieve. It wasn't so much the naked outside that bothered me, obviously. It was the fact I was being forced into it, it would be in front of my parents, and I had lost all control of the situation. It's one thing to do something so illicit yourself and quite another to be ordered to do it.
"Only on the porch. It's not like I want you to go streaking around the neighborhood with your thing hanging out." Little did he know.
"But mom's here."
"Honey, I've seen your penis many times before. No surprises. Now go before your father gets angry." I think she meant angrier based upon his expression.
I looked at my father and he was already showing signs of being upset with me as his face grew stern. I quickly ran out the door and stripped off my briefs and tossed them on top of the garbage. I figured I could pull them out when I put the bag in the barrels. With my hands clutching my privates I tried to make an escape to my room.
"Show your mother your handy work," my father instructed me. What! Wasn't I embarrassed enough with him knowing about my shaved pubes, now he wanted my mom to see. She probably hadn't seem my stuff since I had a physical for school when I was entering junior high, so I was 11 1/2. And then she only sat off to my side as I stood with my briefs pulled down for the doctor to check my parts. That was two years ago. I don't remember the last time she saw me full frontal nude.
"Come over here," my dad said as he took me by the arm and pulled me over to the table. Somewhere in the background I heard him talking as he slapped my hands away. I'm actually standing in our kitchen naked with not only my dad, but mom too! I could feel the earth actually revolving. Or was it the room spinning? I'm about to pass out. How could this be happening?!
"Oh, let me see your scar," mom said as she placed her hands on my hips and turned me toward her. My dick and balls were within a foot of my mom's face. OMG! She then reached out and felt it, the scar not my dick. You've got to be kidding me, her hand is within 6 inches from the base of my penis. "That doesn't look too bad. It'll fade over time and it will be hard to notice it at all."
Speaking of hard, I felt myself stirring. No, I can't have that. Think of the fat cafeteria lady from some other country who doesn't shave her armpits. You can see the hair when she raises her arms to give you your lunch tray. Yuck. That'll stop me.
"Notice the shave job he gave himself?" My father asked her as my face was bright red.
"I thought you said they did that in the hospital?"
"You want to tell her?" dad instructed me.
As fast as I could I rattled off in one breathe , "well-they-shaved-me-in-the-hospital-but-they-only-did-the-right-side-and-I-thought-it-looked-stupid-so-I-did-the-other-side-and-I-thought-that-maybe-the-hair-would-come-in-thicker-than-before. May-I-go-get-dressed-now,please?"
"You didn't cut yourself, did you," mom asked with genuine concern as she moved her hands nearer my stuff to inspect it.
"No," I shouted jumping back.
"HaHaHa. I don't think I've heard of anything more ridiculous. Grow back thicker. Too funny." My sister was standing in the bedroom hallway to the kitchen. I thought she had left. No, my parents only said she'd already eaten. She must have been getting dressed and hadn't left yet. In shock I didn't move even to cover myself.
"Pretty relaxed dress code you got there kid," I heard from my left. Donny was here to pick Marla up. He was so much a staple in our lives that he usually walked in like part of the family. Fate was definitely against me that morning. First dad, then mom, worst was my sister, and now her boyfriend. Was the entire world going to see me naked today?
My brain finally started to work and I clasped my hands over my boy bits. I'd like to say it was quick enough for him not to see, but I knew he had seen all there was. Or in the case of my pubes, all there wasn't. I knew Marla would tell Donny all about my shaving job anyway. How humiliating.
"I think you should keep him naked. I think he likes it," my big sister sneered. We really did get along quite well, but occasionally we did like to tease each other. Was she just saying that to get under my skin or did she know something?
"I might if he doesn't start changing his underwear everyday," dad replied. If Dad thought wearing the same briefs a few days in a row was bad, what would he do if he found out I wasn't wearing any?
"Alright go get dressed," my father finally told me.
"Brush your teeth first. I want to get in my bathroom," mom directed me.
I quickly flew down the hall, hands clasped in front of my parts, to brush my teeth.
To Be Continued...
Jamie experiences some public nudity causing considerable humiliation next chapter.
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