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Chapter 65. Tuesday morning, Jamie is back to narrating.
This was De'ja vu, well it was to me. I woke up before the alarm went off with my morning hard on throbbing, my balls ready to burst. Did I dare have a morning wank before dad opened my door I wondered. Apparently, this was going to be an ongoing thing.
I lay there thinking, What if he catches me again? It's not like he hasn't seen me pull it enough times. Man, he even made me do it 5 times on Sunday morning before walking down to Mr. Mann's farm so I didn't get hard in public. It's embarrassing having your dad watch you, and even more embarrassing having him order you to do it.
Thinking of Dean I wondered how he did all the stuff we've done not only in front of his dad, but in front of the cameras. I wonder how many perverts have bought those X-rated mags and films. Part of me was disturbed by the thought, but a larger part of me was sexually intrigued. I'm going to be featured in several. I just pray Dean isn't lying to me when he says they are only sold in Europe. For all I really know they could be right here in town. Well, there is nothing I can do about it now.
Jamie's Sidebar: I didn't know it in my bed that morning but I was correct. Not only were they distributed locally, some would indeed make it into hands of people who knew me. Damn.
Fondling my heavy, spunk filled nuts I recalled getting home last night after being at Dean and Dale's house. I was fortunate enough that I wasn't spotted running home. Dean had done it, he said he would. I was running around the neighborhood nude, hairless, and hard. Incredible.
Mom and dad were in the living room watching TV, Marla and Donny were in her room listening to music on the stereo. I shouted out that I was home and going to bed because I was tired. Dad called out for me to come say good night properly. Shit. I slinked into the living room standing behind my recliner and wished them a good night. Dad wasn't letting me get off the hook so easily and wanted to embarrass me some more.
"Give your mother a kiss goodnight," he ordered.
Now as a matter of fact, that was standard practice. What made this situation a bit different was my unclothed status. If that was it, I probably could have handled it. But after hearing all about how Dean had trapped Jeff into owing punishment days and not releasing a load at the Soarer's house I was still hard as nails.
I'm pretty sure dad knew of my predicament, thankfully not the cause. Mom, bless her heart, attempted to make it a bit easier for me when she said, "Honey. If you are embarrassed you better get used to it. It's not the first time we have seen you naked, and with a week to go, it won't be the last. Now give me a hug and a kiss then head off to bed."
Ok, that sounds reasonable, except for my cock which is leaking precum all over the place. "Well, um, I'm..." I stumbled for a way out of this situation.
"I think our son has another problem. I'm guessing you're embarrassed and that causes something else. Isn't that right son?" Dad asked. Yeah, he knew what the issue was alright.
"Yes, sir," I replied. "May I just go to bed?"
"NO," he sternly told me. Turning to mom he explained much to my complete and utter humiliation. "Dear, it seems Jamie has a problem. Whenever he's embarrassed like this, he gets..." Now even dad was having difficulty putting it in words. I wanted to smile but didn't dare. I'd only make it worse.
"He gets what?" Mom asked innocently. "An erection?" Guess she wasn't so innocent.
Dad chuckled and said, "Yes."
"Jamie. I thought you and I had been through this before. I've seen your erection and told you then not be to be embarrassed about it. What you should be ashamed of is having to be naked. You brought this on yourself. Your father and I want to break you of this need of yours to expose yourselves to people. Eventually being naked won't give you a thrill or whatever it is you get. You have six more naked days and you will be seen by plenty of people. Now come say goodnight."
Holy shit! I don't even remember walking across the living room to her chair and leaning over to kiss her cheek. My hard rod must have practically been in her face. I said, "Night mom, dad," before exiting as quickly as possible. I think I remember them laughing as I ran down the hall with mom calling out for me to "brush my teeth."
Once finished I dashed off to my room as fast as I could, but not fast enough. Marla called me into her room where she and Donny had me retell the events of today and tonight while rubbing out a load, catching it in my hand so I could lick it clean. Then Donny whipped out his hard, throbbing cock so I could have a go at it. So much for brushing my teeth. I'd be going to bed with cum breath.
As I climbed into bed I wondered if my life would ever return to "normal" or was this my new normal? Sleep overtook me quickly as I thought about my and Jeff's days. I couldn't wait to hear Jeff's news "officially" so I could bust his balls. As it turned out, Dale was the one to tell me since Matt had made a deal with Jeff not to do so.
Stretching my arms over my head I kicked the covers off of me. Running my hands down my body I actually liked the feeling of my smooth pubic mound and freshly shaved balls, though not the kiddie look. Why did I have to think about last night? Between everything that happened at the farm, running around the street, Dean's house, and finally at home with my family it had been quite the humiliating day. Of course all that remembering made me want to stroke my dick. Just as I took hold of it, dad opened the door. With lightning speed my hand flew from it. With the bedsheets down around my feet I could't even hide myself. Not that it mattered, I'd be kept nude all week for everyone to see anyway. This whole being caught by dad in the morning was getting very old and monotonous. What happened at breakfast was not.
"Well, I can see you're 'UP' this morning. No time for that now, breakfast is almost ready. You can do it before you leave. Go pee. Hurry up." Dad turned and headed back to the kitchen.
Shit! At least he's not going to watch this morning. Though I'm worried about his statement, "You can do it before you leave." I jumped out of bed practically running to the bathroom. I stood in front of the toilet waiting for my erection to go down so I could pee but it wouldn't. Between thinking of yesterday and worrying about what today would bring, my cock was rock solid. I finally knelt down and pointed it in the toilet bowl. It took another minute for my bladder to release its contents.
Standing back up I shook it a few times then wiped the tip with my fingers. I thought of Robby and knew bobby would lick his fingers clean so I did too. Yuck, even a few drops of morning piss was awfully strong. I can't wait until Dean and I give bobby some asparagus flavored pee. My daydreaming only caused my boner to get even harder if that was possible. Just then I heard dad call me for breakfast. Crap.
Oh well, it's just dad. At this point I no longer cared if he saw my hard-on. Well, I did, but it wasn't as if I had a choice. Just go to breakfast and maybe it will deflate while I eat. Imagine my surprise when I saw mom sitting at the kitchen table having her coffee. Luckily, she didn't look up from her newspaper when she said "Good morning honey."
"MOM!" I shouted which caused her to look up now. Stupid me. Like last night, my erection was at eye level for her. Damn!
"I have an appointment first thing this morning," she explained knowing how unusual it was for her to be out of bed this early. She totally ignored my hard rod. Bless her heart.
Dad put my breakfast plate down and I scurried to my seat. At least I was covered for now. Dad sat down and started eating his eggs as I wolfed mine down. I wanted to get out of there as soon as I was done. I really wasn't surprised when that didn't happen.
Mom asked me to pour her another cup of coffee. When she reached out for it I jerked my pelvis back because her hand came so close to touching my dick. I would have died.
"Oh, honey. Did you think I was going to touch that?" Mom asked as she pointed to my bone.
"MOM!"
"How many times are we going to have the same conversation young man? If you had clothes on you wouldn't be embarrassed, and you probably wouldn't have an erection," mom said. "Though they are part of being a teenage boy," she added with a slight smile on her face.
"MOM!" I yelled even louder.
"Dear, I was originally unsure about this whole 'naked' work thing. But I now agree with Jamie's punishment of working naked after his stunt of trying to get out of making amends to Mr. Mann yesterday. But I do wonder, Do you think Jamie should be running around with an erection?" Mom asked dad.
"Well, he gets those when he's embarrassed," dad answered.
I could almost see the chips falling in place as mom thought for a minute before asking, "Well then, why wasn't he ha...(thankfully she didn't say hard). Why didn't he have an erection when Mr. Mann brought him home? And he didn't have one Sunday morning when he walked down the street to apologize. Why is that?"
STOP. This is getting way too crazy. I must be dreaming. Either I have to wake up or the earth has to open up and swallow me whole. Or maybe I'm in the 'Twilight Zone'. Were my parents really discussing in front of me when my dick was hard or not? She just said that's part of being a teenager.
"Do you want to tell her sport?" dad asked me.
My eyes widened, my jaw dropped, and I stood there like the proverbial 'deer in the headlights.'
"Tell her why you didn't," he instructed.
"Dad, No. Please," I begged.
"Son, you're going to be embarrassed a lot this week. This is just part of it. Tell your mother," he commanded sternly.
"I, um... I didn't have one (at least I dodged saying erection or boner to my mom), I didn't have one because I, I sort of, well, took care of it." OMG. I think I just admitted to my mom that I masturbated; Jerked off; Rubbed one out; Chocked the chicken; Pulled it.
"Oh, I see," she replied. "Are you 'going to take care of it' this morning?" she asked.
"MOM!" I blurted out for the fourth time.
"Unless he wants to go to work like that he better," dad said. "And more than once like the other days," he added.
"What?" mom questioned, she looked a bit confused.
"Explain to your mother what Mr. Mann made you do the night of the party," dad instructed.
My mouth had gone completely dry. I didn't even know if I could talk anymore. Licking my lips I struggled to get out, "He made me do it more than once so it would stay down," I shamefully admitted. I didn't think it could get any worse than this, like always, until it did.
"How many times? dad asked me. Bastard.
I could no longer look mom in the face as I gazed at the floor. "Six."
"SIX? Oh my," my shocked mother said. "Really?"
"I had him do it five times Sunday morning before heading down to Mann's place. It worked, he didn't get hard the entire time," dad clarified. Gee, thanks dad.
Looking at his watch, dad said, "It's getting late. You better 'take care of that' now so you won't be late." I turned to leave foolishly thinking I had been dismissed. I stopped dead in my tracks when he asked, "Where are you going?"
"Ah, going to get ready to leave?" I asked. 'Get ready to leave.' With all the euphemisms for wanking, I've never heard it called that. Probably not one that is going to catch on.
"I think a little more embarrassment is in order. You can do it right there Mister."
"DAD, you can't be serious?!" A LITTLE MORE EMBARRASSMENT? He has got to be fucking kidding me. Jerking off in front of Mr. Mann, dad, and even the sickos Mr. and Mrs. Soarer was embarrassing. Doing it in front of your mother at the breakfast table was just plain warped. I couldn't. Yet my cock was still filled with blood making it look swollen beyond anything previously. I swear I could see the blood pulsing thru the veins extended on it. No doubt, the more embarrassed I was, the more turned on I became.
For a moment I had a flashback recalling the time I wanked in front of not only my family, but that of mom and dad's bowling partners and their two kids. That was just as horrible, more so because another family was involved. This became worse because of the ending. Shaking those thoughts out of my head it barely registered in my brain when mom said, "I think your father is right. A bit of humiliation might make you change your ways."
With the adrenaline flowing in my system, my eyes fogged over, and my hand involuntarily wrapped around my member I was actually stroking in front of my parents again. Mom sat back and took a sip of her coffee while I pounded away. What was this? Instead of Dinner Theater my parents were ordering a Breakfast Beat Off. Is she so used to seeing me perform what should be a private act that she can drink her coffee as if this is an everyday occurrence? Do I dare pray this doesn't become the standard routine all week?
As humiliated as I was, it didn't take me long to reach my goal. Mom quickly handed me a paper napkin to catch my load. Not that it did much since the first three blasts sailed right past, the first drop splattering on the table right where I sit. Wonderful, another constant reminder. The other two shots landed on the floor. Moving the napkins under my dickhead the rest was captured in the thin paper, soaking it into the palm of my hand.
"That was mighty impressive," mom casually said. Did she just critique my wanking performance? Or the amount of spunk I produced? Or both? "Wipe that mess off the table and floor please."
Swiping the wet, cum filled napkin across the table was a mistake as my spunk just smeared across it. I grabbed the last napkin on the table and attempted to clean the table. Mom told me to get a wet paper towel. After all evidence of my mess had been removed and thrown away, mom said to dad, "Seems you're right dear, he needs to do that again." She nodded and all our eyes travelled once again to my still very erect dick. Shit, Double Shit, Triple Shit.
This was definitely worse than when the Sheehan family witnessed my act of perversion, or "educational lesson" as they described it then. I began tugging away for the second round. There wasn't another napkin handy and mom called out as I was about to shoot, "not on the floor." Instinctively I used my other hand. My palm was now dripping with cum. Praise be I didn't automatically lick it up as I was so accustomed to doing, and neither parent suggested it. Marla might have but she was still sleeping, or so I thought.
Dad got me another paper towel which I threw away after cleaning my hand. He nodded at my still partially filled dick, I slowly started working it again. Yup, far worse than last time. Once you cross a certain line of being embarrassed, I guess it doesn't matter. The third time was a carbon copy of the second, expect with a smaller but still impressive amount of baby batter.
My dick was getting sore as I started on Wank #4. Stupidly I mentioned it to dad, incorrectly thinking they'd let me stop. Instead, dad went over to the stove and got a small decorative bottle of olive oil he kept for cooking. He poured a few drops on the top of my dick and said, "Here, this should help."
Man it felt great. My hand slid around in the slippery oil and I knew I'd be using this again. Dad must have read my mind because he said to mom, half under his breath, "Bet we go through a lot more olive oil from now on." They both chuckled as my face turned even more red.
Just then disaster happened. Marla walked into the kitchen. "Whoa. What's this? Jamie giving us a breakfast performance?" she laughed.
"Sort of," dad said. "He doesn't want to go to work like this," he held out his index finger referring to my boner. Apparently he didn't want to say 'erection' in front of his daughter, not that she was innocent by any stretch of the imagination. Tugging away I was about to pop for the fourth time. Six smaller, less powerful shots landed in my hand.
"Thought a horn dog like you would be able to produce more than that kid," she taunted me. She knew I could. From listening in her room she also knew this was not the first time I had pulled it today.
"That was his fourth time," dad clarified. "He needs to empty himself to stay down."
"Can I get another paper towel please?" I asked.
Marla was quick, "Why be so wasteful? Just lick it up. I'm sure you've done that before. Haven't you Jamie?" I have never wanted to kill her more than at that moment.
"Marla!" mom shouted. "I don't think that is necessary."
"Why? Saves on cleaning up. Besides, we learned in biology class that it's filled with protein. He could use a little muscle on that skinny frame of his. There's nothing in it to hurt him," she reasoned.
"True. And it would be the utmost in embarrassment," dad added. Dad was all into embarrassing me as much as humanly possible it seemed. That did not bode well.
"Oh, I don't know," mom hesitated. Were they really debating whether or not I was about to eat my cock snot in front of them? Wasn't it bad enough that they all watched me jerk off? Multiple times no less. Please mom, don't side with them. I hadn't had to lick my cum up in front of her and I couldn't imagine doing it now. Please, No, I prayed.
"You didn't answer me Jamie. You've done it before, right? Go ahead, I dare you," Marla said with a smile on her face as she stuck her tongue out at me.
My entire family was staring at me waiting for a response. I couldn't bring myself to admit it.
"Well? Are you going to lick that up or are you going to wimp out?" Marla teased me more.
Filled with rage, I cast daggers at Marla and without saying a word I stuck out my tongue, lapped up my spunk, and swallowed. "Happy now?" I almost said Bitch, but I was smart enough to know I'd be in more trouble.
With a smile on her face she said, "Yup, quite."
Mom could tell Marla and I were at the precipice of a huge fight. "Alright you two, don't start. Marla, leave your brother alone. I can't believe you made him into doing that."
"I didn't make him, it was a dare. Good to see he didn't wimp out. Besides, he'll be fine. All boys do it."
"How do you know young lady?" Mom asked.
I had to give Marla credit, if I were being asked questions along this nature, I couldn't answer. As a matter of fact, I just was and didn't. Marla simply replied, "Donny told me."
"And how did that subject come up?"
"Do you really want to know mom?"
"No. Never mind."
"Alright, Let's get back to the matter at hand, pun intended." They all laughed, I did not. "It seems to have worked. He's no longer stiff," dad noted. He was correct my dick wasn't hanging completely limp over my balls but deflated enough. My boy bag was still weighted down, partially filled with more spunk but my need to get out of there was enormous. Knowing I had to leave (especially if the Genaro brothers were waiting for me as my butt didn't want another whipping, which would no doubt be more severe than yesterday's) I asked, "May I go?"
"Yes," my father said. As I hightailed it out of the kitchen I heard something which made my blood run cold. Dad told mom and Marla, "I think we might be getting closer to maximum humiliation today. He'll be doing that again." I heard mom and Marla agree. HOLY FUCKING SHIT! I pushed that thought out of my head for the time being as I ran down the hall.
Brushing my teeth in mom's bathroom I used lots of hand lotion to soothe my tender, overworked dick. Man did that feel good too. I smiled thinking I'd ask Raymond to apply some sunscreen to it too. Damn, I could feel myself starting to chub up again. Ah, the dick of a teenager. I flicked my nuts a few times which stopped me from inflating any more.
In my room I began to make my bed as was required by mom. There on the pillow was a note from Marla which read: 'Run down the street to the Soarer's house. From there you may go via the fields in back.' I had planned to go the back way entirely, but not any longer. One consolation, At this hour it was unlikely anyone would be driving down our road and I only had to go 3 houses. Piece of cake I thought. Famous last words.
Throwing away the note I quickly pulled up my bedspread then grabbed my socks and boots. I yelled "goodbye" as I flew out the kitchen door. Glancing left and right as I sprinted down the driveway, I could see no vehicles coming from either direction. Turning left onto our road I realized I was jogging naked in our neighborhood at 6:25AM where anyone could see me. Knowing I could make it to Dean's unspotted, I began to enjoy my streaking experience. My dick was on the rise again. Yup, I should have pounded one more load out.
I jogged down to Dale and Dean's house quickly so I could get to the relative safety of the cornfields out back. My mind was preoccupied with getting off the road as I stupidly chose not to check that the coast was clear before running up their driveway. Big mistake. Huge mistake. Enormous Mistake. Not that I had a choice in the matter.
Mrs. Soarer was just coming down the side door steps. With all the perverted things the Soarers have seen and made me do, her catching me was not the issue. The mistake was not noticing the car parked in the driveway. Waiting to pick her up was one of Mrs. Soarer's new friends from having joined the town's Women's League. I stopped dead in my tracks just as Mrs. S. and I reached the bottom of the steps.
"Oh Jamison, right on time. Here, take this to give to Mrs. Mann," Mrs. S. told me as she handed me a brown paper lunch bag with something inside. Placing her hand on my arm she guided me over to her friend's car. Whispering to me, she said, "Don't cover yourself." I held the bag to my side despite wanting to shield my privates with it. Privates? Now that's a laugh.
The woman was more than shocked to say the least, her eyes bugged out and her mouth dropped open. Making matters ten times more horrible were the two teens in the back seat gawking at my naked body in all its hairless glory.
Being gay my eye went to the boy first. He looked to be 15 years old. A cute, dirty blond haired kid who was smirking from ear to ear. Despite the situation my first thought was 'I would suck his dick.' My attention should have been on his sister. The daughter was going on 14 years old and IN MY CLASS AT SCHOOL. This was a thousand times worse.
Janice Mayer was laughing her ass off at me, all of me. And I do mean ALL of me which was on display. I guess wanking four times wasn't enough to keep my dick from expanding. In my embarrassment we all watched my cock rise to full height, leaking pre from the tip. I didn't want to think this was as bad as it gets, because it always manages to get worse. Today was no exception.
"Who is this and what is going on?" Janice's mom asked Mrs. Soarer.
"Oh, this is Jamie. He is a friend of my sons who lives a few house up the street. Seems they were daring each other a few nights ago and poor Jamison got caught streaking to the Mann farm. As punishment his father is making him work NUDE all this week."
On the bright side, Mrs. S. had a logical, though still embarrassing, reason why I was stark naked. On the down side Janice would no doubt tell all her friends. Unlike the three girls at the fairgrounds who John had convinced not to blab, Janice disliked me. Well, not really disliked me at all. It was more that we had a bit of a friendly rivalry regarding math class.
Janice and I were the best two math students in our team and always competed to see who got the better grade on each test. Eight out of ten times I won, even if it was by only a point or two. Here was her opportunity to come out on top by spreading word of my naked work week.
Next year Janice and I would still be in the same team along with a boy named Brian who would push Janice down to the number three spot. Throughout ninth grade I often encouraged her to do better despite today's humiliation. Though Brian gave me a better run for my money only losing 6 out of 10 times, he wasn't as nice about it as Janice. When he finally got the chance next May, he plowed my throat as hard and fast as that bastard Huck. He really enjoyed abusing me. But I'm getting way ahead of myself.
My eyes fogged over as I thought about what was going to happen now. Everyone would probably know by tomorrow. Janice would knock me down several pegs by spreading the news all around town. I envisioned kids asking to buy veggies from Mr. Mann's farm as an excuse to see me. Raymond would have me work the farm stand as my peers stood waiting in line to get not just a glimpse of my nakedness, but a whole full frontal display. My daydream had kids asking me to compare my boner with carrots and eggplants. No wonder those emojis are used today to symbolize the male anatomy.
I was brought back to reality when Janice laughingly said, "Hi Jamie. I never expected to SEE you today. Certainly not like this." Naked and hairless was bad, but boned was beyond belief. I gripped the paper bag in my hand tightly, practically crushing whatever was inside. Somewhere along the way Janice, her brother, and their mother had gotten out of the car and were standing only a few feet from my nakedness.
Mrs. Mayer asked, "Janice, do you know this boy?"
Trying to control her laughter Janice said, "Yes mom. Jamie is the boy I told you about in my math class."
"Oh. So he's the one. Well, I guess this should bring his attitude down to size." Looking back at my protruding hard-on she continued, "Though it looks like something else needs to be brought down too," causing everyone to laugh as my cock throbbed and bobbed around.
"Mom!" Janice faked being embarrassed.
"Yes, I think you are correct," Mrs. S. said to Mrs. Mayer. "Jamie, I think you are embarrassing Mrs. Mayer. Why don't you make that go away."
OMG! Was she really suggesting I wank in front of the Mayer family. No, she wasn't suggesting it at all. She was secretly ordering me to do so and we both knew it. By now, I knew how this was going to play out but I had to try and save some face by protesting first. "What?" I shouted.
"Why don't you do that nasty thing all boys do. You don't want to risk poking somebody's eye out now do you?" A louder roar of laughter was heard half way down the street.
"I can't. Not here. Not in front of everyone," I pleaded.
"Why not? Unless Mrs. Mayer objects."
All eyes turned to Janice's mom who turned to her daughter and asked, "What did you get on your math final?"
"96. Why?"
Mrs. Mayer asked me the same question to which I confusingly answered, "98."
"Then I think he should do it twice, once for every point he beat Janice. How's that sound?"
"Perfect!" A gleeful Janice exclaimed.
Oh shit. If once wasn't bad enough, now I have to jerk off twice after already doing it in front of my family four times. I hoped I could still shoot. There would be nothing more shameful than firing blanks.
Time was not on my side since I needed to be at the Mann farm by 7:00AM. Accepting defeat and without much fanfare I began stroking my cock. Janice moved closer to watch. So too, I noticed, did her brother. I could see the bulge in his shorts indicating his excitement. His hard rod didn't mean he was gay, just a horny teenage boy. Still, I turned ever so slightly in his direction giving him the best view.
Approaching my climax I was prepared when Mrs. S. told not to mess up her driveway. Really? I caught my surprisingly large load in the palm of my other hand. (Guess there was enough time for my balls to recharge since breakfast.)
Janice stepped forward and looked at the baby batter swimming in my hand. "Wow. So that's what it looks like," she genuinely said having never seen sperm.
"Go ahead, feel it with your finger," Mrs. S. suggested.
Looking at her mother, who nodded approval, Janice slowly reached out and poked her index finger in my puddle of spunk. "It's slippery," she stated.
"Jamie, clean off Janice's finger for her," Mrs. Soarer ordered me. My eyes flew open. This was over the next line embarrassing, yet my softening dick was quickly on the rise again. Janice looked confused until Mrs. S. told her, "Put your finger in his mouth."
Looking as if she just won a million dollars, Janice lifted her cum covered fingertip to my mouth where I simply opened it allowing her to feed me my own cock snot.
"Holy shit," her brother exclaimed. "Sorry mom," he sheepishly said when he realized he swore. Mrs. Mayer didn't said anything.
Then my heart stopped when I heard Mrs. Soarer's next words, "Clean the rest off your hand."
"No. Please, not that," I begged.
"Jamison," Mrs. S. sternly warned. Knowing there would be no reprieve I lapped up the rest of my spunk as my face was on fire. Janice's comment was "Cool," while Will's was "Wow." I was so ashamed. Swallowing the last of my load I looked up to see four sets of eyes staring at me.
Mrs. Mayer was the first to speak, "Well, that was interesting. William, I think you could learn a thing or two about cleaning up," she said to her son. "Your sheets and underpants don't need all those stains," she continued causing her now very embarrassed son to blush from head to toe.
"MOTHER!"
"I'll say," Janice added.
"How do you know?" Will asked.
"I help with the laundry. I've seen the dried stuff on your bedding. I don't even want to discuss your soiled briefs," Janice explained.
"Shut up," Will yelled.
"Looks like you could do it now yourself," Janice goaded her brother. Will instantly crossed his hands over his groin covering his trapped boner straining to break out from the tight confines of his shorts.
"Well, Jamie was going to do it a second time. Given that he needs to be at the farm by 7:00, maybe he can help Will out instead. How does that sound?" Mrs. Soarer asked.
"Fine by me," Mrs. Mayer agreed. "Janice, what do you think?"
"YES!"
"Wait. No way do I want this little...(he stopped sort of any derogatory remark) little twerp feeling me up to get his jollies."
"I understand," Mrs. S. said. Thinking for a half a millisecond she offered an alternative.
NO, I screamed in my head.
"Instead of masturbating you..."
NO, NO, Don't say it I prayed another unanswered prayer.
"Jamie could do something else..."
NO, NO, NO.
"I caught him doing it to Dean..."
NO, NO, NO, NO.
"He was performing oral sex on him."
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
I heard Janice gasp, while Mrs. Mayer chuckled. Will was openly groping himself through his shorts at this point. I thought if he has a hair trigger like Richard maybe he'll shoot in his briefs and I won't have to service him. No such luck.
While Will was all in favor of getting a blow job from me, he was NOT ok with his mother and sister watching. They debated for a minute until Mrs. Mayer finally said, "William, if you want this, Janice and I are going to watch. This is after all Jamie's way of apologizing to Janice for gloating about his grades over hers." FYI, neither of us really gloated much.
"Fine," Will acquiesced. Apparently his desire to get a blowjob far outweighed his modesty.
"Good. Now lower your shorts and get on with it," Mrs. Mayer ordered. Holding his hands directly over his manhood (it turned out to be boyhood), Will hooked his shorts and briefs under his balls. His almost 5 inch dick was topped by sparse pubes which slightly curled around the base ending at the sides of his plump, hairless, cum filled balls.
"Move your hands William," she commanded. Reluctantly, Will did just that. "See, that wasn't so difficult, was it?"
"Can he just do it?" Will desperately asked.
"Oh my, Jamie is bigger than you," Janice unkindly pointed out to her humiliated older brother.
"Shut up!" Will shouted as he once again covered himself.
Mrs. Soarer took charge of the situation by telling me, "Bicha, go ahead."
"What did you call him?" Mrs. Mayer questioned.
"Just a nickname, it means 'little one' in Portuguese," Mrs. Soarer lied.
"It seems Will is the 'little one' compared to Jamie," Mrs. Mayer chuckled.
"MOM!" Will screamed. He then shot me a look of death. I understood that to mean I had better not tell anyone about his size, or lack thereof.
"Don't yell at me young man or I'll be using that nickname for you as a reminder of your size." Will wisely kept quiet.
"Proceed Jamie," Mrs. Soarer instructed.
As I moved in front of him, I noticed Janice was about to catch flies in her wide open mouth, her jaw practically resting on her chest. Squatting down in front of Will (I didn't want to kneel on the rough driveway) I grasped his hard flesh rod in my hand and tilted it toward my mouth. Leaning forward I enveloped his dickhead.
"Oh sh..." He stopped short of swearing. I had to give him credit, I was not able to contain myself during my first blowjob. Grabbing the back of my head Will began thrusting forward and back, human instinct having taken over. Smart enough to know to take it slowly, Will didn't pound my throat fast and furiously. Between the two of us, my mouth worked a nice steady tempo on him.
"He's really doing it!" I heard Janice proclaim.
I WAS really doing it. I was performing a sexual act in front of a classmate. A GAY sexual act at that. NAKED. Naked and HARD. My life was over. Everyone at school would know about me. Though despite the consequences I was enjoying sucking Will's dick.
Minutes later I could tell her brother was on the edge of shooting. Picking up my pace I was looking forward to swallowing his ball juice, despite the situation. Soon enough Will began moaning. Rising up on his tiptoes was the first indication he was going to pop. Reaching up with one hand, I fondled his smooth balls which had pulled up tight. That did the trick as my mouth was flooded with sperm from the cute 15 year old boy I had just met.
"Open," Mrs. Soarer commanded. I knew she wanted to humiliate me more by showing my mouth filled with creamy, white goodness. I did as ordered and was completely ashamed.
"Man, was that ever fantastic. Thanks," Will said breathlessly while pulling up his briefs and shorts. Once dressed he looked as if he wanted to say something but remained silent.
"Janice, does that make up for him being mean about getting a better grade?" Mrs. Mayer asked. I was never 'mean' to Janice (nor her to me) and Janice knew it, though she didn't correct her mother either.
"I'll say it does," she beamed.
"Um, Janice, can you maybe not say anything about this to anyone?" I sheepishly asked.
"Why not?" She asked knowing full well no boy wanted anyone to know about his cock sucking skills, especially in junior high or high school.
Before I could answer, Will said, "Wait." Turning to his mom and Mrs. Soarer he asked, "Can us kids have a moment to talk in private?"
"Yes, but be quick. If you three want to work out some 'deal' I'm sure Jamison will go along with it." Shit, Mrs. S. was practically telling them they could hold this over my head. "Why don't you go around back while Mrs. Mayer and I talk about today's meeting.
Once around the corner Janice was the first to ask, "What's up Will?"
"How much more do you need to buy the stereo you want?"
"About $55 or $60 dollars. Why?"
"Listen, if you keep this quiet I'll give you the money. Deal?"
"Really? Sure!" a surprised Janice accepted. She had been saving up for almost a year and still needed more funds. She hoped by Christmas to have enough from babysitting this summer and into the fall. If Will was willing to give her the money she'd be able to enjoy it all summer long. "Why do you care if I tell my friends he sucked you off?" Her words cut me like a knife.
In my head I was routing for Will to win her over in order to protect my secret. No way did I want more kids from school knowing that I liked sucking dicks. I didn't know it then but most (really all) boys in our ninth grade class would know it by the end of the school year anyway. Except for a maybe a dozen or so I had sucked them all too, thanks to Dean and Coach. Again, I'm getting ahead of myself.
"Because... because... If you tell your girlfriends... then they'll ask about me. You know... about how... how big I am," Will stammered.
"Or how small," Janice teased her older brother who gave her an exasperated look in return. "Sorry bro. Don't worry, I wouldn't tell them. Honest." It seemed to me, despite kidding with each other, they had a good relationship like Marla and I.
"Thanks. Besides, there's the other thing too."
Now Janice looked all nervous. "What?" she tentatively asked glancing in my direction.
"I know you caught me and Connor. He said he saw you."
"Shush." Shooting me a look Janice clenched her teeth and said, "Will, just be quiet," giving him a genuine look of concern.
This just got very interesting. Will and Connor got caught. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out it had to be sexual in nature. The question remaining was it a hand job, a blow job, or full anal.
"He's gonna know anyway," Will replied looking past Janice to the corner of the house. "Watch out for mom," he instructed her. Pulling me behind the back deck where we wouldn't be seen if the mothers rounded the corner, Will sunk to his knees in front of me. The next second my raging boner is imbedded deep in his mouth all the way to the base. Will's lips rested on my clean shaven pubic mound. This was definitely not his first time swallowing dick.
Surprised. Shocked. Stunned. All good adjectives to describe my emotions at that moment.
"Will, are you crazy?" an equally stunned Janice exclaimed.
For his part Will bobbed a few times up and down on my cock coating it in spit. Shit, this was nice. Very, very nice as a matter of fact. Popping me out of his mouth Will said, "Just watch for mom, please," before continuing with an expert blowjob. Surprisingly, Janice turned her back and gave us a bit of privacy. More for Will's benefit than mine I'm sure.
Running my hand over the top of his head we both moaned in delight. Unfortunately, it was then Mrs. Soarer called out, "Children, time to go." Damn it. Tilting my head skyward in frustration I noticed Dean in the bathroom window above us shaking his head in disapproval. No doubt he had Dale tell their mom who stopped me from enjoying the full rewards of Will's hot oral sucking skills. The Bastard smiled at me as Will rose to his feet. The curtain was closed as Janice, Will, and I headed back to the driveway.
"I'll give you the money when we get home this afternoon," Will told his sister.
"Forget it," she told him giving him a playful shove with her shoulder.
Putting his arm around her Will squeezed her tightly and said, "You're the best sis, thanks." Then he gave her a peck on the cheek. Turning to me he said, "I'm looking forward to finishing that. You game?"
"Yeah," I replied still a bit shell shocked by all that happened.
"I get to watch," Janice giggled, wiggling her eyebrows at us.
"Ok by me. That alright with you Jamie?"
"Sure, I guess," I said bringing my embarrassing morning to an end.
Mrs. Soarer asked Mrs. Mayer to drop me off at the Mann farm so I wouldn't be late. Unbelievably everything that happened with Janice had taken just under 20 minutes. I would have had plenty of time to run down thru the cornfields, assuming I didn't run into the Genaro brothers. Riding in the car I assumed I was safe. Bad assumption on my part.
As if it were planned, which I'm sure it was, Mrs. Soarer directed Mrs. Mayer to stop in front of the Genaro's house. Turing to me in the backseat she said, "Jamison, I'm sure you don't want to risk being seen on the 'busy' corner or cross street. Why don't you run down the side of Mr. Mann's house to the barn." Busy, yeah right. This would of course make me run on the property line between the Manns and the Genaros. Son of a Bitch. I meekly answered, "Yes ma'm," as I exited the car and crossed the road.
To Be Continued...
Addendum: FYI, Will, his friend Connor, and I got together several times over the summer. Other than some mutual wanking and sucking, they were inexperienced. I taught them the art of 69, of kissing, and of course fucking. Or in their case, love making. I was privileged to guide them as they took each other's anal virginity with tenderness, warmth, and care. It was as beautiful as was their love for one another and I was so pleased they allowed me to be part of it.
Don't get me wrong, we had some wild moments too, such as when I had them Double Penetrate me. They also became well versed in performing ATMs and did some mild experimentation with water sports too.
We kinda lost touch the next year once school started because they were now at the high school. Once I joined them we messed around a few times, but their affection and love for one was so strong those times were rare, though we remained very close friends even to this day. Some fifty years later when they legally got married I was the 'best man' for both of them.
Author's Note: Next chapter Jamie runs into the Genaro Brothers.
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