Deans Bicha Chapter 61
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Author's Note:
This chapter, like so many others, just expanded more than I originally thought. Thus, it is not the 'kinky' scene I promised to tell you at the end of chapter 60. That will be chapter 62, so please be patient. Then we will return to Jamie's working the farm. There is a summer scene which I have wanted to write since before I even posted my first chapter.
As always, I enjoy hearing from readers (though the numbers seem to have diminished sadly) so please send your comments, suggestions, likes and dislikes to DeansBicha@gmail.com
Now on with the story just before Christmas for Jamie's Birthday as we get a glimpse of what he is doing six months from now.
Christmas this year (1974) is on a Wednesday. Normally the restaurant is closed on a Monday, but dad kept it open to accommodate office holiday parties. It would be a few more years until the banquet facility was built, though dad had several small office parties booked everyday. Tuesday, Christmas Eve, he was closing at 3:00 so the employees could get home to spend time with family. Our family always spent Christmas Eve with my dad's side of the family and Christmas Day with mom's relatives.
As the year was winding down I was getting more and more excited, as I do every year. Besides the Christmas to New Years Day 12 glorious days off from school vacation, my birthday is in December. Dad's was a few days after Christmas and since he always felt cheated by getting combined gifts for both events, he insisted that my birthday be celebrated separately. Thus, I always had a party (even if it was only family, never a kid's party), a real birthday cake, and most importantly - birthday presents in addition to Christmas ones.
Because things were ramping up at the restaurant, mom and dad had my party there instead of back at the house. At first, I was a bit disappointed, but when they said I could invite some friends I was thrilled. It would be the first time that had ever happened. Randolph, Robby, Matt and Jeff, and of course Dale and Dean would be there. Along with Mr. Pierce and Mr. and Mrs. Soarer too. Robby's parents and the Archers knew mine but were not as close as the other adults so they didn't make the cut. This was a much, much smaller gathering than the Fourth of July party.
As was tradition, Marla and my birthdays were always celebrated on the closest weekend, and this year was no exception. Except now that we owned a restaurant, it would be there and on a Sunday when business was slower (this was still before Sunday brunches became so popular).
On Saturday night, I was able to have my very first sleepover. It may not have been the 'cool' thing to do for a 14 year old, but everyone in attendance was excited. Mainly because in addition to birthday cake being served and playing games, I would be the one served or more accurately serving my guests AS the party game. The Core Four (Dean, Dale, Matt, and Jeff,) along with Randolph, and Robby would be sleeping over.
Dad gave me the night 'off' from helping at the restaurant because my friends were over. Because our living space at the restaurant was actually smaller than our house, we primarily hung out and would sleep in the upstairs attic storage room. For a bunch of 12-14 year old boys our surroundings really didn't matter. The important thing was would I be able to service them all without my parents discovering us. Donny and Marla helped keep our parents occupied so the night was a total suck and fuck fest.
My six friends plus Donny took turns pounding either my mouth or asshole for over three hours, everyone getting at least one shot at each end. Dean, being Dean, kept score because I was far too preoccupied. In total I swallowed 9 loads of boy batter and had another 12 deposited up my ass. Plus 12 ATMs too. Six months of sexual activity had trained me well. I fell asleep in my sleeping bag with a smile on my face and Mrs. Soarer's healing cream soothing my butthole.
Now a few days later on my actual birthday, things weren't as carefree and pleasant. I had gym class that day and Dean ordered me to walk to the mens room in my briefs only. It would be the fourth or fifth time this school year. Fuck I hated doing it but with Richard in my P.E. class I had no choice. The weird thing it was not in my filthy, old, no-longer-white tighty-whities but a pair of relatively clean (compared to mine) briefs. Dean had given them to me the night before. Turns out Richard stole a pair of his older brother's and gave them to Dean. The tag was torn out though I knew they were way too big for my skinny waist.
Marla had me walk around in the morning wearing them and they kept slipping down. She told me not to touch them and just two trips across the kitchen caused them to slip down barely hanging on to the base of my dick, my ass on full display. Donny told me to hop up and down a few times. The second bounce caused them to fall completely down to my ankles. The two of them smiled at each other and said they were 'perfect.' I was nervous from that point forward, with good reason.
Throughout the morning classes my school pants kept the underwear in place despite being so large. I found out later they were actually mens size small, waist 30 inches, a good 5-6 inches larger than what I normally wore.
In the locker room I had to hold onto the waistband as I slid my trousers off. Once I had taken the rest of my clothes off I pulled 'my' briefs up and began the slow walk to the boys room. Richard was smiling from ear to ear and followed me, the bastard. The one saving grace, because I had room to spare in the larger briefs, my dick hadn't popped out of a leg opening so I didn't get completely hard, only half mast.
Standing at the urinal I had to hold onto the briefs so they wouldn't fall to the floor as I hooked the elastic waistband under my balls. Richard took the urinal next to me and I figured he'd tell me to let them go. The good news, he didn't. The bad news was when he whispered, "I think you forgot your jock so wear those under your shorts."
My first thought was 'no I didn't. Then I realized what he said. Not having a complete gym uniform was asking for trouble. Somehow I knew mine would be missing when I returned to my locker. Like my briefs, I wasn't allowed to wash it so after almost four months of gym class, it was pretty ripe. And if that wasn't enough, I had been 'allowed' by Dean to wear it several weekends. It had almost as many pee and cum stains as the briefs. Richard was holding it in his hand as I walked by his locker. Funny, I never got it back. I'm sure he sniffed the pouch many times while jerking off, the sicko.
I think I've mentioned before how our PE teachers must have been ex-marine drill sergeants. Our gym classes were run very strictly; from our uniforms to our warm up exercises, to the way we played football or whatever we were doing that day. For instance, during warm ups, one guy had to call out each exercise and lead us doing them. Each one of the six exercises was usually done by a different kid, though sometimes as punishment one kid had to do them all. Today that would be me. Richard had ensured our uniforms were going to be checked by making some 'random' comment to Jarrod Kennedy who didn't have his name on the back of his t-shirt as was required.
Once dressed we ran up to the second floor where the volleyball nets were. This was the old physical education building (the new one was being built along with a new library, remember us kids watching the construction) and the locker rooms and pool were in the basement, while there were multiple gym rooms on the first and second floors.
"Line Up," coach's voice roared over the noise of 23 teenage boys waiting to start class and burn off some energy. "Attention." We all stood ramrod straight as the teacher walked behind us checking that our last names were clearly visible on the backs of our t-shirts. "Kennedy, where's your name?"
"Sorry coach, I forgot my PE shirt so I'm wearing my regular one," he replied.
"And what where you going to do after class when that one is all smelly?"
"Um, guess I was going to go without."
"Boys, we don't wear street clothes during Physical Education." Turning back to Kennedy, the coach held out his hand waiting. He knew simply to take it off and give it to the teacher. "You can lead us in all the exercises today."
"Yes sir," Kennedy responded.
Now walking in front of us I began to sweat. Not only would the coach check that our names were on the right hem of our shorts, he would look at the waistband of our athletic supporters as we pulled our shorts out in front. We had to have our names written in black marker on it too. The stated reason was so that nobody accidentally grabbed someone else's by mistake when we were undressed since we all left our dirty gym clothes on the floor while we took our mandatory showers. I think it just gave them an excuse to see us in our jock straps.
Glancing at Richard out of the corner of my eye I could see his shit eating grin knowing I was going to be utterly embarrassed. Stopping directly in front of me coach looked at 'my' briefs and I watched as his eyebrows raised questioningly just before his lips curled into a snide smile. "What have you got on under those shorts?"
"Um. I couldn't find my jock strap when I packed my gym bag this morning."
Holding out his hand he waived his fingers indicating I was to turn over the briefs. Shit. Double shit. And triple shit. Hooking my thumbs into my shorts I pulled them down and stepped out of them. Without hesitation I was about to do the same to the briefs when he stopped me. "Keep those on. You too can lead the class." Taking my shorts from me the coach finished his inspection.
"Ok boys, seems like we have two violators. Front and center."
Kennedy and I now stood facing 21 other boys. No t-shirt wasn't a big deal, but these much too large briefs were just about to fall off. Kennedy called out the first exercise, jumping jacks, and we began. I knew the briefs would be around my ankles before we finished. In truth, it was about the fourth one out of 20 when they slid down my skinny hips, past the base of my half filled cock and continued southward. On the sixth jump they were now completely below my balls, with only my spread out thighs keeping them from hitting the floor. My dick was flopping up and down, slapping my stomach and swinging below my nuts. By the time we finished exercise number one I was totally boned.
Standing with my feet together back at 'attention' they slid down my skinny legs and puddled around my ankles. The snickering of my classmates was causing me to be dizzy. Coach decided to make an 'example' out of me. "See what happens when you don't wear the proper athletic equipment," he pointed out, as if it were needed.
Holding his hand out I bent down and removed the briefs from my feet giving them to him.
"Looks like you're enjoying yourself." My entire body was about to burst into flames I was so embarrassed. With me facing the class, the gym teacher said, "See boys, this is why it's so important to wear a jock strap when exercising or playing sports."
"Nice birthday boner.' I heard Richard call out.
"Is it your birthday?" the teacher asked.
"Yes sir," I meekly replied.
"Good to know," he said with a sinister smile on his face. "Why don't you lead us for the rest of the warm ups?" coach ordered. Dismissing Kennedy, I did so in nothing but a t-shirt, socks and sneakers, and of course, a raging erection. The sixth one was push-ups and a few comments were made regarding me not being able to put my chest all the way on the floor because of my boner. More laughter rang through my ears.
"Alright, settle down guys." Looking at me the coach said, "They're right. You probably need to get rid of that first," he told me nodding at my cock.
"What? I asked in disbelief. "How?" I shouldn't have asked as the suggestions came flooding out from the class:
"Have him whack it." "Punch him in the balls." "Choke your chicken." "Rub one out." "Ice his nuts." "Jerk It." Then the chanting began, "Jerk It. Jerk It. Jerk It."
Coach raised his hands to quiet them down. "Well, we don't have any ice, so that's not an option. And punching his testicles could cause too much damage." That's a laugh I thought since nobody except Richard knew how many times my balls had been beaten and battered. "That only leaves one thing to do. Go ahead. Masturbate, and be quick, we've still got volleyball to play," he said.
The roar was almost deafening. "Coach, you can't be serious?" I questioned in complete and utter astonishment.
"Yes I am. Besides, it will be educational."
"Educational?" I actually shouted at him.
"Sure. We talked about masturbation back in seventh grade during Health lessons. Now we can have a first 'hand' demonstration." Even he joined in the laughing now.
"If he needs more practice, he can do the whole class," someone shouted out.
Once again calming the rowdy group of teenage horny boys, coach turned it back on them, "Two years ago some of you probably hadn't started yet, but I seriously doubt there is a single boy here who doesn't 'pleasure' himself at least once a day, or more. Is there?
It was amazing just how quickly 22 boys could be embarrassed once the spotlight was on them. Guilty faces were examining the floor as if they had dropped something. Nobody was looking at anybody else. Coach let that sink in for a bit before continuing.
"Ok, enough time wasted. Start 'pulling' it as you boys say," he instructed.
My humiliation, stronger than my fears, never allowed my dick to wilt even the slightest. On my 14th birthday I stood in front of 22 other school boys and wrapped my hand around my cock. Donny had long ago ordered me to use my right hand which took longer since I am left handed. After months of practice it no longer mattered and soon I felt the stirring in my balls. My explosion was imminent.
"Don't mess up the floor!" Coach shouted out. Instinctively, I caught my ball batter in the palm of my left hand. In my head I screamed to myself 'don't lick it up' as I had been doing for so long by now. The hoots and hollers from my classmates was pounding into my head. Facing the inevitable, I lifted my head to see their reaction. Some boys stood in shock with mouths open, others were laughing hysterically. Despite this, most were actually groping themselves, the jocks including Richard too.
That's not to say they were 'turned on' by watching a classmate 'pull his pud' and spray his spunk into his hand. Let's face it, a 14 year old boy in a highly sexual situation like this is going to get an erection. Truth be told, at our age it didn't take much to produce that result.
For a few moments nobody knew what to do now, even coach. Then being the asshole he is, Richard yelled out, "Have him lick his hand clean." All eyes turned to Richard who now was probably regretting his remark.
"Have a lot of first hand knowledge of that Ruggles?" Coach asked him.
Now he was in the spotlight. I, along with everyone else, smiled as Richard's humiliation skyrocketed. Eventually, Richard choked out, "No. No I don't." I knew that was a lie but couldn't prove it so I kept quiet.
"Well, there is protein in ejaculate but I don't think it is appropriate." Turning to Louis, one of the star athletes, coach told him to lead the class in the last exercise while he took me to clean my hand.
We barely made it around the corner when he told me he wasn't going to waste his time dragging a half naked student down to the locker room. My only alternative was to "lick up" as he commanded. With my face burning in shame, I lapped up my spent spunk and swallowed it down in front of my gym teacher. I thought I was going to burst into flames I was so embarrassed. My dick had only partially deflated and I knew if I was forced to continue gym class without a jock, underwear, or even shorts I'd be at full mast again very quickly.
Walking back into the volleyball court I kept my head lowered. I couldn't look my classmates in the face though I could almost feel their eyes boring into my not so private privates. Teams were chosen quickly and Louis, the star football player who Richard introduced to the pleasures of my blowjobs earlier in the year, picked me first. That never happened as I was a bit unathletic. What was his motive?
It became all too apparent once we had taken our side of the court when he yelled out, "We'll be skins" and ripped off his t-shirt. The rest of my team followed suit all smiles. All eyes were on me now waiting as I too pulled mine off and tossed it in the corner with the others. With basketball it was standard practice to play 'shirts' versus 'skins'. Obviously being separated by a net there is no need in volleyball.
Looking around I didn't see either my gym shorts or the way too large briefs anywhere around. So there I stood naked except for my socks and sneakers. If that weren't horrible enough, yes by now my boner was rising quickly.
Nobody really concentrated on the game as most of the opposing team kept directing the ball in my direction. Once our side got to 11 and 'won' (instead of the usual 21 points) coach blew his whistle and gathered us all around with me standing next to him so all eyes were again staring at my hard-on.
"Boys, Line up, each team on a side." For the first time this gym period all eyes weren't on me as there was still almost 15 minutes before we had to hit the showers and get dressed. Everyone was looking at the clock wondering why we had stopped playing so early. "So 14 today, correct?"
"Yes coach," I squeaked out timidly.
"Well then, I think we should give the birthday boy his 'birthday spanking." I'm sure the cheers that erupted could be heard over the entire building. "Ok, 14 spanks plus one to grow on. Anyone care to do the honors?" Not surprisingly every one of the 22 other boys raised their hands. "That's what I thought."
I don't even remember how I found myself stretched out across the pommel horse we used during gymnastics classes. (This gym served multiple purposes besides volleyball.) I do remember that coach had one boy whack my left cheek while another hit my right. Coach gave each team an addition incentive. The winning team (determined by which side was more red) would each receive one pass out of study hall to spend in the gym. Even a nerd like me would want that as study halls were THE most boring places. I would have used mine to swim or even practice using the pommel horse for its intended purpose as I loved our gymnastics lessons.
If you do the math, 11 boys times 15 hits comes to 165 whacks per ass cheek, for a total of 330 smacks. Even bare handed my fellow classmates destroyed my ass. Louis and his team won. I not so much. Though I was groaning loudly in pain, I refused to cry as that would be more embarrassing than what I had endured thus far. Coach actually stuffed my briefs in my mouth to quiet me down. I was grateful for something to bite on.
Somewhere around the third or fourth boy slapping my ass my dick began to wilt. I think it was the 6th when I noticed my cock swinging below the pommel horse totally flaccid. Phew. Sadly, that didn't last long. Something began to happen to me around the 8th in line. Similar to the times Dean literally punched the cum out of my balls, I had crossed over from pain to pleasure. My dick began to rise. I was full on boned again by the 10th boy. I prayed I didn't spray a load as the last one on each side began his assault. On my left was Louis. On the right, Greg, the star soccer player. The were not only friends, but competitive rivals who slammed into my butt with such force the pommel horse actually slid a bit across the floor.
Somehow, I managed not to shoot. For once, my prayers were answered. However, when I stood up, I wasn't the only thing standing. My classmates snickered not only at my bright red ass but my raging hard cock which was on the verge of exploding again.
"All right guys, hit the showers. Louis, Greg, hold up a minute." The others took off running for the locker room. Normally we only had few minutes to shower and get dressed. Today everyone but the three of us were afforded a few extra minutes. The three of us would be spending our time differently.
"Boys, I think the birthday boy needs to build a little more muscle. Why don't you two help him get those "protein nutrients" he needs. Make sure I see some 'proof' when you're done. But you need to keep this quiet. Do I make myself clear? If I hear any word of this you'll find yourself in a worse position."
"Yes sir."
"Absolutely."
"And be quick," Coach barked out as he left.
WAIT! Was the coach actually telling theses two hunks to feed me their spunk? Yes he was. He didn't need to worry about them keeping this secret as neither had ever let the other know I had sucked both of their cocks already this year. One thing is for certain, even though fourteen year old boys are always horny, they are never going to admit to any type of homosexual behavior, even if they are on the receiving end of a blowjob.
To that end, they both stood there looking embarrassed after the teacher departed to check on the rest of the class. Neither wanted to be the first to expose himself to the other. After fifteen seconds of silence and I took the bull by the horns. "Who's first?," I finally asked. The surprised looks on their faces was priceless.
Only because he was standing closer, I turned and knelt before Louis. Reaching up with shaky hands I took hold of his gym shorts and hooked my finger tips inside them and his jock. I couldn't believe I was actually going to perform a sex act in one of the school gyms. Holy crap. I would never be able to come back in here without being reminded of sucking dick. Two in truth. Two hunky dicks to be more accurate. After Christmas, I'd say the same about the locker room.
"Holy shit, he's actually doing it," Greg said in surprise.
"Don't act so shocked. I've sucked both your dicks already." It was quite amusing seeing them both turn bright red in embarrassment. I had actually given Louis three and Greg two blowjobs so far this school year.
"Shit, he's sucked you?" Greg asked Louis.
Looking too embarrassed to admit it Louis nodded while holding up three fingers.
"Man, he's only done me twice," Greg whined. "You owe me one more after today Jamie."
"Ok," I easily agreed.
Grabbing a fist full of my hair, Louis slammed his 6 inch cock into my mouth. I had to feel proud that despite being an un-athletic 'nerd' my dick was bigger than both of these studs. In fact I was more endowed than the majority of the class. Of the 46 boys in our team, there were only 3 kids who had bigger boners than I. A fact of which I was really proud. That fact, my good oral services, and the before mentioned homophobic behavior of teen boys in 1974, prevented me from being harassed.
My nose was nestled in Louis's pubes for only a few seconds as he began slamming into my mouth fast and furiously. I guess with an audience, even if it was his best buddy or maybe because it was his best bud, Louis needed to prove himself by fucking my face like he hadn't ever done before. Until today he had been fairly passive as I worshipped his cock swallowing him at my pace.
Maybe Louis wanted to show he wasn't queer, or he wanted to be quick per coach's orders, or more likely he was extremely horny after what all had transpired thus far in PE class. Whatever the reason and still longer than it takes Richard to shoot, but faster than the previous blowjobs I had given him, Louis began firing off. I swallowed his entire creamy cum load happily.
Extracting himself, Louis stuffed his deflating dick in his jock and rearranged his shorts. I spun on my knees to a shocked looking Greg. This was the first time he had witnessed a sexual act. Not surprisingly he was fisting his 5.75 inch cock. It looked ready to blast off any second.
Not wanting to miss the opportunity to get another shot of 'protein' I pushed his hand away engulfing his member and buried my nose in his light sandy colored hairs. He smelled heavenly. His moan was music to my ears.
"Hurry up," Louis told him.
"Fuck, I'm gonna spray my load," Greg cried out. "Here it cums..." He had pumped himself to the brink before I could even get one stroke with my lips. Shit. He hadn't shot off this quickly before and I knew he was just super hot and horny.
Three blasts of boy batter coated my tonsils when I popped his dick from my mouth allowing the next 3 shots to give me a facial. With his cum dripping across my nose and right cheek I stuck out my tongue to catch the last two shots. Squeezing his cock I licked the tip clean of the last drop of pearly goodness.
Greg regained his composure and stepped back and redressed. When I stood up he said, "Thanks. But why'd you pull off?"
"Coach wanted proof. Remember?" I said. "Think this will be good enough?" I asked pointing to the congealing cum on my face.
"Holy Fuck!" Louis exclaimed. "You can't head to the showers like that. Everyone will know what we did. Wipe that shit off," he told me was he handed me his t-shirt. Remember my t-shirt, gym shorts, and briefs were long gone.
Before I could clean my face, Greg shouted, "No! Stop! Listen, everyone's probably still in the showers. You head into coach's office and show him, then wipe that shit off. If anybody is in the locker room, keep your head down and hold that in front of your face," he instructed.
Now that the deed had been done, the three of us were somewhat embarrassed. Louis and Greg looked at each other for another moment or two without saying anything. Taking control again, Louis sternly told Greg, "You don't ever mention this to anyone. Even me."
"You either!" Greg countered.
"Come on guys, we got to get back downstairs," I said.
As we started to make our way back to the locker room I wondered, 'If coach thought he was giving them a treat, wouldn't he be shocked to discover his two biggest jocks have been emptying their balls down my throat already?'
I was more than a little nervous stepping out into the hallway naked with a boner. Louis and Greg took off running, probably not wanting to be around in case I was caught in such a compromising position. I ran after them, clutching Louis's t-shirt in my hand. Stupid me never used it to cover my bare, bald groin. My hard-on bounced around as I flew down the stairs and ran into the locker room. Greg was incorrect, most of the class was already getting dressed. Luckily, coach's office was just inside the door and he called out to me as soon as I rounded the corner.
Dashing into his doorway, I stood with my back to the locker room, my red ass on display, as he scolded me in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear, "Make sure you have a regulation uniform next time, or you'll be doing all volleyball classes like that."
"Yes sir," I answered. I was worried his threat would come true for good reason.
"Hit the showers," he told me as he swiped a finger across his lips indicating he had seen Greg's spunk and I could now wipe it off. I smiled thinking about Louis taking home his t-shirt covered with Greg's cum. I tossed it in front of Louis's assigned locker and made my way to the showers.
My erection was still as strong as ever. By now, I was kinda used to displaying it around gym class. Well, not really, but with everything else that had happened it was not the first thing on my mind until I saw six pairs of eyes (eight if you include Louis and Greg) staring at me, one set belonging to Richard. What to do? How would this play out? For a moment I wanted to drop to my knees and suck the cocks of the other 5 boys, Richard excluded. Wisely, I chose not to do that. Though, I wondered if Robby/bobby would. I wondered if he would hear about today before I got a chance to talk with him.
Shaking that thought from my head I stood up straight, much like my cock, and took a shower between two other boys across from Richard. Instead of facing the wall and hiding my hard-on, I faced outward and thrust my hips out allowing the 6 others to gawk at my throbbing dick. It was quite a liberating experience if truth be told. (Louis and Greg were quickly rinsing off and departing very quickly.) By now my bursting balls were ready to unload again.
"Haven't you guys seen enough by now?" I questioned. Just as before, when confronted most teenage boys will retreat. All six turned away in shame though I noticed Richard and three others still sneaking glances. Slyly, Richard curled his fingers and made the classic 'jerk off' motion. He wanted me to rub out another load.
What the hell, why not? Wrapping my right hand around my cock I began to pump away while my left hand fondled my filled to capacity nuts. I was going to shoot another load and shoot one fast.
Louis and Greg had exited by now, still ashamed to have allowed a gay boy to suck him off while his pal watched, along with the two who weren't stealing peaks. The four remaining shower mates were all openly watching me wank. Funny thing about teenage boys, sex is sex. Like upstairs but without their jocks and shorts to hide them, four more dicks expanded. Without saying anything one after another began to stroke. This would be my first, but not my last, school circle jerk even if everyone pulled his own.
Richard, the bastard, wanted more. Crossing the shower room he stood in front of me and looked me in the eye. Placing his non stroking hand on my shoulder he pushed me to my knees. Oh fuck, please no. His dick was at my lips in front of three other kids, none of whom I had blown, yet.
"Suck it," he ordered. His small prick slid into my warm mouth. All of four thrusts later his tiny dick 'expanded' and began firing off his meager load. I tried pulling off to show the other three I didn't want to do this, which was the truth. His grip on my head never gave me the opportunity to do so. Richard held my head closely as he came.
I heard the other boys, "Holy Shit." "What the Fuck?" "Oh my God!"
After his 'massive' load of 5 small shots 'filled' my mouth, Richard withdrew and told me, "Open." Knowing what to expect, I titled my head back and opened wide enough to show his puddle of goo swimming around my mouth but not enough to let any escape.
"Fucking gross." "Man, that's sick." "Shit." The boys commented.
"Swallow," Richard ordered to which I obeyed. Turning to the others Richard said, "You keep your mouth shut about what he just did and I'll make sure he does you before Christmas break. Deal?"
"Sure." "Really?" "Absolutely."
"Good. Now circle around and spray on his face." Nobody moved. "Come on, cover his face," Richard demanded. All three stepped closer and resumed working their cocks rapidly. I knelt on the locker room shower floor naked and boned as three classmates were about to give me a mini bukkake. Less than a minute later the four of us released our pent up loads, mine sadly going down the drain.
"Cool," Richard gleefully said. "Now remember, not a word to anyone." The three nodded and practically ran back to the locker room. Once they were gone Richard quietly said to me, "That's three more dicks you're gonna suck." I didn't know who was more excited by the idea of it. "Even though you look so good covered in cum, I suppose we should wash it off before you get on the bus." With that said Richard held his small dicklett and let loose giving my face a golden shower. "Open wide," he commanded.
Despite being nervous we could be caught any second I allowed him to piss into my gaping mouth. I didn't swallow as he quickly filled me up and his pee began spilling over my chin running down my torso onto my smooth, hair free genitals, my dick still standing tall. When he was done he pushed my mouth closed. I knew what to do and a second later his bladder brew was in my stomach.
I ducked under the falling water to rinse all evidence away despite Richard's objections. He had already exposed me to 6 guys and now three more so who cares if he tells the remaining boys in our team, or even grade. In truth, this time I knew I was more excited at the prospect than he was.
Gym class may have been over, but the school day was not. Unlike the blowjobs I had given to 10 kids in our team which so far remained secret, this humiliation would not. By the end of the day, I think everyone of the 98 kids in our four classes had heard about the nude volleyball, not the blowjobs, facials, or golden shower thank goodness.
Actually, I figured the entire school of 384 knew of my exploits. Most of them anyway. In truth they hadn't since we really didn't get a chance to interact with kids from other teams during the day. Tomorrow would be another story. I had to endure many snickers until the final bell rang. My dick, not restrained by briefs, stuck out and garnered plenty of looks until I got on the bus to head home.
Walking up the driveway after getting off of the bus I heard our house phone ringing (this was long before everyone had cell phones). I ran inside to answer it. It was Robby and he had heard of my antics and wanted a blow by blow description (pun intended). He couldn't believe it and was disappointed he wasn't in my gym class. He would only have to wait until next week.
As it turned out, because I was technically on the 'winning' team of the spanking contest, I too was given a pass out of study hall one day. Coach felt it only 'fair' that the rest of the boys had the chance to see me 'in action'. So a repeat performance was given to the remaining 23 boys in our team, Robby included this time instead of Richard.
FYI, when my gym class met two days a week, the other half of the boys in our team had the dreaded study hall. We sat in misery when they had PE classes. On the fifth day of the week, everyone had either a double period of art or music.
Now not knowing I would be required to attend PE class that day, I was unprepared without a uniform. The end result was basically a repeat of my birthday. Robby, as one of the coach's 'favorite' helpers in wrestling was one sides captain. The other was our friend John, so when coach 'suggested' they help me get more protein, I was quite happy to suck them. Somehow I got the impression coach knew who to make 'captains'.
I had two big scares the second day however. The first was running down to the locker room naked. A bunch of girls came out of another gym across the hall from the volleyball court and caught me descending the stairs. Their squeals told me they had seem my bare ass.
The other was that coach wasn't in his office like last time. He was handing out towels in the shower room himself. I had to pass 18 boys getting dressed with cum dripping down my face to prove I had given two blowjobs. I don't think anybody noticed as all eyes were on my raging boner.
If you are counting - eighteen plus Robby and John only adds to twenty. Three more boys were still in the shower waiting for me to arrive. Robby told me later he picked which guys he told to wait. Coach told the six of us, "I'm leaving towels here for you guys when you're done," then he left after checking out my face and smiling.
Then I noticed something unlike last time. The three in the showers were already boned and ready to pop. Smiling they began stroking once the coast was clear from coach. Fuck, Robby had told them what to expect. There would be no mini bukkake today, it would be three quick, down and dirty blowjobs. John was guarding the entrance to the showers ensuring nobody came back to see the action. Robby orchestrated the three boys, one after another in quick succession. I wanked my own dick until Robby pushed my hand away as I swallowed my fifth load of cock snot in less than 15 minutes.
"Guys, listen, don't be saying anything about this to anyone," John warned the three. "Or you'll answer to me. Got it?" I was a bit surprised he was taking such an active role in today's adventures though I was pleased he still had my back.
Very similar to Louis and Greg, these three wanted nothing more than to high tail it out of there. They wouldn't be bragging about this to anyone or harassing me either. They scampered out grabbing towels on their way.
"Man, that was a blast," Robby exclaimed.
John shook his head while smiling. "You two are weirdos. You know that?"
"Yup," Robby said. Looking down the hallway toward the lockers Robby asked John if he would stand guard one more minute. John shrugged his shoulders and nodded.
Robby pulled me to my feet then sank to his knees. His warm mouth enveloped my cock, Ahh, I was now the recipient of a masterful blowjob. John chuckled as he watched us, stroking his dick back to another erection. John and I came about the same time. I watched as his spunk landed on the cold tile floor while mine traveled down Robby's throat.
Satisfied, we headed to the lockers. I noticed John had a pearly white cumdrop on his dickhead. Reaching over I swiped my finger across it and brought it to my mouth. "Mmm, Good," I told him.
"Don't you ever get enough?" he asked.
"Nope." We all laughed. Coach came out of his office, obviously having seen what I just did. Fuck.
"Taste good?" he asked.
Despite him setting most of this up, I was still embarrassed when I answered, "Yes sir."
Smiling he informed us, "When you three are dressed, I'll give you a pass to your next class," then he headed back to his office. We quietly giggled and finished dressing. Robby took pity on me and tossed me his jock strap to wear. It was better than free balling knowing I would be subjected to more laughs until the end of the day causing my embarrassed dick to rise once again.
That evening before they had their way with me, the foursome (plus Marla and Donny who had their own, separate sexy fun) laughed their asses off as I retold the story after dinner.
Tomorrow was Friday and we only had a half day of school until we began our Christmas Vacation; Twelve wonderful carefree days. This year, between being a Bicha at home and the restaurant, it would be unlike any other vacation.
(From last chapter)
Now that it was Christmas vacation I'd get to spend some time with Randolph and Robby too. Even though the business was extremely busy with lots of office parties celebrating the holidays, Mr. Pierce offered to take me along with his boys away for a few days between Christmas and New Years Eve. Robby/bobby was invited along with Dean and Dale. I didn't know it when we drove off but it would be one of the wildest adventures to date.
To Be Continued...
Author's Note:
So that was Jamie's Birthday. Next chapter will be less humiliation and more kinky sex. Then after that we will return to the 'present' and Jamie's work week at the Mann farm.
Please let me know how you liked this chapter and any ideas you may have for 'wild' sexual situations Jamie may endure. Contact me at Deansbicha@gmail.com