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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Deans Bicha Nine 9
SATURDAY NIGHT
Mrs. Archer was working until 9:00 and needed some help for the next few hours until the dinner rush is over. She's working at the BBQ station where you can get a half roaster of chicken, baked potato, corn on the cob, coleslaw, watermelon, and drink for $5.00. That was a deal. She'll give us $2.00 each to help work the BBQ. That's a lot of money in 1974, for kids, even though Dean had already made ten times that off of me thus far today.
She said she would drop us boys off at the Soarer's house when she's done working, so our parents tell us to be good and head home. Jeff wasn't happy with one condition of sleeping over. The Archers were heading to visit his grandparents the next day and his father wanted to leave early because it was a 2 1/2 hours drive. They would pick him up directly after 7:30 morning mass at the church. The Soarer's were planning on taking us to a diner for breakfast and he would miss out.
We get to work doing what Mrs. Archer needs us to do and the time goes pretty quickly. It was actually a lot of fun and we had plenty to eat. After that, we are free to roam the fair some more for two hours. I overhear Dale whisper to Dean to lay low for the rest of the night until we get back to their house. I can relax and enjoy myself now and am grateful to him for that.
We get home around 9:30 and Mrs. Soarer asks us about the rest of the evening and if we had fun. Being growing boys, we gladly accept her offer to make us something to eat even though we ate a huge dinner. She tells us to head downstairs and shower while she prepares a snack.
Downstairs, Dean tells me to get undressed. He explains to Jeff that I had lost a bet and that is the "real" reason I wasn't wearing underwear. I had to do whatever they wanted until the next day. Then I think how none of the girls or John asked about me not wearing any briefs. Maybe they were all so surprised at seeing me in the nude and shooting off, it completely escaped them. Well I cannot worry about that now. Besides, if they say anything later, Robby would probably tell them about my pants dropping "accident" this morning and my "cooler" theory of dress.
Jeff asks if that was why Dean pantsed me too, yes. What about other kids and my being hard and cumming in front of them. Dean laughs and says it just happened that way.
We all shower, me last. As I'm drying off, Dean flips the light switch to the stairs and Mrs. Soarer calls us upstairs that very instant. It was almost like he gave her a signal. Dean is only in briefs, I'm wrapped in towel, and Dale and Jeff are in underwear and shorts.
Dale and Dean told our parents that we could borrow some clean clothes instead of going home to get clean church ones for the morning. Jeff is a little stockier than Dean so the briefs and shorts he borrowed are a little tight on him. I wanted to put on a pair of Dale's briefs at least before going upstairs but Dean gave a look and said to us all, "We better get up there NOW."
As the Soarer boys head toward the stairs, Jeff asks Dean, "Are you really going up in just your underwear?" astonished that he would walk around in front of his mother in them.
"Yeah, it's no big deal. She's seen me before, even naked," he replies bounding up the stairs. "Come on," he says directly to me. I had no choice but to follow them, securing the towel around me tightly.
Mrs. Soarer held up a pair of sneakers and asked whose they were. It seems whoever had worn them tracked "tons of dirt and mud" onto her clean kitchen floor and didn't have the good sense to take them off after coming inside. Now all of our sneakers were in about the same condition and we all took them off at the door but I knew I was going to take the blame for this.
"Those are mine Mrs. Soarer. Sorry I made a mess. I'll clean it up," I admitted.
"You certainly will young man. But you need to be taught a lesson first," she said to me sternly. With that, she sat down in a kitchen chair, grabbed me by the arm, whipped off my towel, and pulled me over her lap in about 2 seconds. There I was not only about to get a spanking from her, but nude and in front of not only her boys but Jeff too.
Whack, Whack, Whack... after 25 good whacks I was kicking my legs and on the verge of crying telling her that I'd learned my lesson and I'll be sure to take my shoes off and not track in mud.
She stood me up in front of her giving me the once over. I could see Dale, Dean, and Jeff off to the side smiling at my embarrassment of being spanked over the knee like a little boy, while naked. I realized why they were really laughing by what Mrs. Soarer said next.
"Well it looks like maybe you enjoyed that spanking young man and that shouldn't be. Do I need to get my hairbrush and punish you more?" she asked looking down at my genitals.
I followed her gaze, and that of the three boys all snickering to the side, and saw that I was three quarters erect. My traitorous dick had done it to me again. How could I become aroused at getting a spanking. That had never happened when my father punished me. Though he had never done it in front of other kids and rarely on the bare backside. It was just more evidence that I really did like to be embarrassed and humiliated.
Having no words, I covered my growing hard on with my hands turning more red faced.
"Now don't go playing with it," she said as she slapped my hands away. "Go sit down. I think you've learned your lesson. Boys, sit," she commanded. "Let me get you your food." And with that, I was now sitting at the Soarer kitchen table without a stitch of clothing on eating a hot grilled cheese sandwich.
Jeff is sitting next to me and keeps looking at my junk all the time we are eating. I want my erection to go away, but with Jeff constantly looking at it, it goes 100% hard. He can barely contain himself to eat his grilled cheese as he is staring at my blood engorged cock. If he thought Dean eating in his underwear in front of his mom was bad, what must he be thinking now.
When we are finished eating, Mrs. Soarer hands me a dust pan and broom and tells me to sweep up my mess. I know there is no point in asking for the towel back to cover myself, so I take them from her and begin cleaning up. I have to squat down and bend over to push the dirt into the pan. Doing so I expose my red butt with my balls hanging between my legs allowing the boys to see almost everything. They can't see my dick as it is still hard as nails and pointed toward my belly button. I hear them snickering at me. Again, I wonder what Jeff must be thinking about all of this.
I dump the mess into the garbage and give Mrs. Soarer the broom back. I just want to get back downstairs even though I know I'll take more abuse from the guys, I want to be away from Mrs. Soarer. Mr. Soarer was in the living room the whole time watching tv.
Looking down at my erection, she says, "You better take care of that before going to sleep. I don't want any sticky sheets in the morning." She turns and puts the broom and pan back in the closet and us boys scurry off downstairs. They are laughing their asses off at Mrs. Soarer's comment and I know what I'll probably be doing.
At the bottom of the stairs, Jeff literally rolls around laughing at my situation. He can't believe not only that I got a spanking, but I was nude, and I got hard.
"Oh My God, You got a boner in front of Mrs. Soarer! I'd have died. And a spanking too. And had to clean up your mess while starkers. And she told you to jerk off. And, and, Oh my god. I can't believe this," Jeff spewed out. He couldn't even catch his breathe he was talking so fast. "So, are you going to do it now?" He asks.
"No, It'll go down," I answer. Of course I know that Dean will force me, but I have to keep up appearances that I'm being made to do these things because I lost a bet. I don't want his brother Matt to find out.
Dean pulls Dale and Jeff close and they begin whispering, occasionally looking over at me. My dick isn't about to go soft in anticipation of what is about to come. Namely, me.
"Ok, you heard Mama. Take care of that thing," Dean commands slapping my dick head downward causing it to bounce back to my stomach. I want to protest, but there is no point. Reluctantly, I begin to pull on my cock under their watchful eyes. All too soon I feel my balls tingling and look up to see the three of them watching me intently. Jeff's smile is so big I think his face will break. Dean is looking smug, and Dale is his usual cool self enjoying my embarrassment.
"Don't make a mess on mama's floor, catch it in your hand," Dean instructs me. I know where this is heading so I put my other hand under the tip of my cock just as it explodes. My palm fills up with bicha boy batter, as Dean calls it.
Coming down from my high, I see Dean whispering into Jeff's ear and Jeff is shaking his head yes.
"Ok. Lick up your ball juice," Dean instructs me.
I give him a look that says no, but I see him make a fist and know my balls will suffer if I don't do it. Looking back at Jeff, he's waiting with baited breathe to see if I'm actually going to eat my own sperm.
"Holy Shit!" Jeff exclaims as I swallow every bit of my cock snot. "Wait until I tell Matt about this!"
"Please, please don't tell Matt. I'm only doing this cause I lost a bet. He can't know," I plead with him.
Dean again whispers in Jeff's ear. I see Jeff's eyes pop out of his head as Dean is suggesting something sinister and humiliating for me to do.
"Alright, I won't tell him. But you've got to suck my dick," Jeff informs me already dropping his shorts to the floor.
"Me too," Dean says while he hooks his thumbs under the waistband of his briefs and drops them to the floor.
"Me three," Dale adds to my misery.
Jeff strokes himself to an erection and says, "Wrap your lips around this big boy."
Dean and Dale laugh. I'm not sure if it's at my humiliation or the fact that Jeff can not be described as "big boy". His dick is the smallest of us all, even though he is a few months older than Dean and taller and stockier too. Jeff was maybe 2 1/2 inches hard if you are generous in measuring. His balls were up so tight to his body they are difficult to see. There isn't one hair on his entire body below his neck. Puberty has not yet arrived for Jeff.
Dean on the other hand, who is shorter with a smaller frame, is certainly well on the puberty path. With a smattering of thin pubic hairs his cock has lengthened and filled out. His bigger balls have started their descent too. Dean's dick and balls actually look about twice the size of Jeff taking into account the entire package. Dean is around 4 inches hard with two full nuts beneath.
I actually think someone switched junk on these guys. Dean's larger genitals are more in proportion to Jeff's body and vice versa as Jeff's small boy bits would be more appropriate on Dean. The actual visual was Dean's stuff looking obscenely large and Jeff's looking minuscule.
Regardless, I am now looking at three hard young cocks all waiting to be sucked.
Jeff looks at Dean and Dale and notices something odd about their dicks. "Hey, guys? Why does your skin cover your dicks like that?" Jeff asks.
"Cause we're not cut. We didn't have the ends of our pricks lopped off when we were babies like you did." Dale explains. "It's called circumcision. You'll learn about it in health class this year."
"Really?!"
Not to miss a moment, Dean goes over to Jeff and grabs his dickhead and pulls down. "See here, this scar. That's where you used to have skin like Dale and me," Dean tells Jeff while running his finger over Jeff's boner. I notice Dean is captivated by Jeff's boyhood. "Now when you jerk off, you need to be careful not to get blisters or use lots of lube. We don't have to worry cause the extra skin allow us more movement and keeps our dickheads more sensitive." Dean slowly begins to pump away at Jeff.
Lost in the moment and good feeling, Jeff allows himself to be masturbated in front of Dale and me until he realizes what is happening and jumps back.
"Oh, ok," Jeff said embarrassed that he allowed another boy to jerk him off. Turning back to me he says, "Are you going to suck me off now? Or do I tell Matt about you eating your own spooge?"
"No, don't tell. I'll suck you off. But you've got to promise not to tell Matt."
"Ok. But do it."
I kneel down and Jeff steps out of his clothes and walks over to me. Dean and Dale join him and I'm faced with three hard ons waiting to be sucked. How did my life get so messed up in less than week, I can't even remember how many blowjobs this will be today. (My 12th so far if you are counting.) I lean and take Jeff's dickhead into my mouth closing my lips around it.
"Oh man, this is fantastic. I can't believe he's actually a cocksucker."
That word hurts, but it's true. And what's more true is I'm loving sucking him off. He's dick is a so cute I can put it and his balls in my mouth all at the same time. He smells of boy and I'm wondering when can I do this again. Wow. He's right, I am a cocksucker.
After a few minutes I stop and pull off of him. "Satisfied?" I ask.
"Yeah," he sighs. "That was unbelievable."
"That's nothing, watch this," Dean tells Jeff as he shoves his prick all the way into my mouth. He begins a fast paced face fucking and is grunting way too soon sending his baby makers into my mouth. "Don't swallow," he yells out.
Extracting his cum covered cock, he tells me to open my mouth and shows Jeff his cum. "Now swallow," he instructs me. I do so feeling my face go bright red. Dean then tells me to stick out my tongue and clean off his cock.
"Gross, he's actually eating your jizz. That's sick man," Jeff gasps.
Getting anxious, Dale pushes his brother out of the way and I take in my third cock in less than five minutes. Dale allows me to control the pace and I bring him off in a few more minutes. He shoots in the back of my throat but pulls his dick out so I can lick and clean him off like Dean.
"Man, I didn't get to cum," Jeff whines.
"Go for another round then," Dean tells him.
Jeff wastes no time re-inserting his dick in my mouth and begins pumping away. I guess he liked Dean's face fuck and was trying to emulate it. In too short of time (for both of us actually) he begins to shake and has a dry orgasm. He tells me to "swallow" though he and I both know there is nothing. I guess he didn't want Dean and Dale to know he can't fire yet. He pulls out and makes a great show of wiping his dick clean on my face.
Dean is at my mouth again. "Round two for me now."
This blowjob took a little longer since he just came. As he approached his breaking point, Dean withdrew his cock and sprayed his cum across my face. It was thin and dripping off of my left eyebrow, nose, and mouth. He then smeared it around my lips and told me to lick his cock clean.
Jeff and Dale thought that was super fantastic. Dale followed with his second blowjob and like his brother, shot his load on my face.
I've given 6 blowjobs tonight (17 in total for today) and I'm hard as a rock again, despite having shot off not long ago. Dean tells me I can't go to bed that way and to whack off again. He stops me mid way through.
"Lie down on the bed with your feet toward the headboard," he commands. "Now inch you feet up the wall and throw them over your head." This puts my dick hanging over my face. "Now finish off. I want you to shoot on your own face," he laughs.
"Nasty, bro" Dale comments but doesn't stop his brother.
"Awesome idea," Jeff says.
I wank my cock some more and send my seed over my face and chest. Some actually got into my mouth as I panted while jerking off. Bringing my legs back down, I flip around and ask if I can wipe my face off.
"What do you guys think? Should he (no more using my name I noticed) keep his skin cream on tonight?" Jeff and Dale agreed, no surprise there. "Ok, let's get to sleep. Mama is going to be waking us up way too early for mass tomorrow morning," Dean said.
Knowing it's no good to protest, I settle into bed with Dale. Jeff is sleeping with Dean. I notice Jeff begins to put on his briefs, but drops them on the floor as he sees the three of us get under the sheets without anything on. He lies very close to the edge of the bed. I can tell he is uncomfortable but trying to go along with the group. Dean and Jeff are whispering and laughing quietly. They are probably reliving my embarrassment. Turning off the lights, Dale moves closer to me and lightly cups my balls with his hand, rubbing them softly. He takes my hand and places it on his package and I squeeze and fondle him. He whispers good night and I tell him the same. We fall asleep holding each others stuff.
----- SUNDAY MORNING In the morning, my face is all crusted over and I started the day with three "protein drinks" before breakfast.
"Hey Jeff, don't you think he (still no name referring to me) should suck you off everyday to keep you happy. I mean if you're not happy you might have to tell your brother why you're not," Dean explained to a very happy Jeff.
"Great idea!" Jeff exclaimed.
Turning to me Dean said, "You should probably keep me and Dale happy too." I wanted to correct his grammar that it was Dale and I but now was not the time. And I was under Rule Seven so I was giving them daily blowjobs anyway. I guess this was Dean's way of easing Jeff into the group.
"Do I have a choice?" I asked defeated.
"Nope."
They allow me to get dressed in Dean's clothes, not Dale's who is closer to my size. Tight light blue dress shorts and a thin white short sleeved button down shirt with top three buttons undone, no underwear of course. I'm dressed more appropriately in "Sunday church clothes" but barely. We are heading to early church service then will stop and eat on our way home. I have never been so embarrassed walking into church before.
Mr. and Mrs. Soarer must have seen the dried scum on my face but don't say anything. Much has flaked off, but enough remained, especially if you knew what is was. At the 7:30AM mass (that none of us boys wanted to go to so early) there are only a few dozen people there. We sat in the pew behind their parents. From left to right it was Jeff, me, Dean, then Dale closest to the middle aisle. Nobody was across the aisle from us or behind us in the last 20 some rows of the church. Dean gave me the signal to take out my cock and give myself a good wank during the service.
Feeling my balls tighten I point my dick down and forward to spray my seed on the floor. As I stifle my cries of ecstasy and I begin to blow my wad, Jeff tilts my hand, and thus my cock, upwards which sends my boy batter straight up in the air falling back onto the front of my shorts. Dean gives a thumbs up sign to Jeff. There are now 4 or 5 white spots on my crotch.
The remaining goo is on my hand. Dale leans over and sticks out his tongue indicating that I was to lick it up. Dean nods approvingly at his older brother. I cough a few times to disguise my cum eating in church. I stuffed my deflating cock back into my shorts and Dean whispered not to zip up. Predictable.
Back in those days going to communion we were taught to clasp our hands together in front of us, chest high. We exited the pew toward the middle and walked up to the alter then filed back to our seats along the sides. Dale and Dean exited then stepped back allowing me to go in front of them, then Jeff. I attempted to keep my hands low to hide the wet spots on my shorts until Jeff whispered, "Dean says raise your hands and slow down." This put more space between me and his father and mother who were walking in front of us.
Approaching the alter, people from the other side of the church merged into one line as this mass wasn't crowded given its time. An elderly woman stepped in front of me, but not before noticing my wet shorts and shaking her head in disgust. She probably thought I peed myself cause she was too old to think about anything sexual. How humiliating. I could feel myself getting hard despite having just shot off.
The priest and alter boy stood waiting for the parishioners to receive the host. My face was beat red as I saw both of them look down at my wet cum stained shorts. The priest's smile as he gave me communion freaked me out. The alter boy, who looked to be about 16, had a questioning expression as he looked at my face. Then as if a light bulb turned on, he recognized the dried cum and immediately looked back at my tented shorts. His smile was a mile wide and he mouthed the word "NICE" gleefully. Walking away I rounded the corner dropping my hands in front of me a made a bee line for my seat. The boys were choking back the laughter as they returned to the pew.
Mass couldn't have ended fast enough for me at that point. I wanted to get out of there in the worst way. Because we were sitting in a different order now, Dean told Dale who told Jeff who told me (fyi, I was now sitting closest to the center aisle) to take my dick out. I shot Dean a look to say no and he responded by pointing to my crotch and slamming his fist into his palm. The implication was clear, either expose myself or have my balls pounded. I opted for the embarrassing choice rather than the painful one.
Now if you have to ask if I was erect or not you haven't been paying attention to the story very well. My cock was pointed up to the heavens. We stood while the last hymn was sung as the priest followed the alter boy down the aisle and out of the front doors. The alter boy just about dropped the cross he carried when he saw me. The priest who was nodding to the congregation as he exited just about stopped in his tracks when he saw me flashing him. He smiled and nodded even more to me then continued on his way. I wondered if I had to include this in my sins at my next confession.
I put myself away, though my hard-on was quite noticeable, before we left our pew. The guys were trying to stifle their laughter as the hymn came to an end. As usual, the priest was waiting to greet everyone who attended mass. Dean made sure the priest thanked me for coming. "It was so nice seeing you this morning Jamie. By the looks of what I saw you would make an excellent alter boy. I'll have to talk to your parents." Luckily my dad hated being an alter boy. Maybe it was because of priests like this one. Whatever the reason, he never encouraged or demanded I become one, let's hope that still holds.
Mr. and Mrs. Archer were there to pick Jeff up for their day trip. Matt was with them of course and I introduced him to the Soarer boys. He gave me a strange look and asked, "Did you enjoy church that much?" looking down at my boner clearly visible in Dean's too tight shorts. I explained about borrowing some church clothes and not having any privacy this morning for, "you know." He grinned and seemed to accept that and they headed off to their grandparents.
As Mr. and Mrs. Soarer were speaking with a few others Dean pulled me away to the back of the church. He told me what he wanted and I almost shit a brick. I protested but Dean expected me to be a "good Bicha and follow orders" and as an incentive he delivered a strong backhand to my balls. Once inside we found the vestry where the alter boy was hanging up his robe. Dale stood outside acting as a sentry.
"Well, well, well. Look what we have here. The churches very own flasher. Hahaha."
My face was burning up in shame. Dean pushed me towards him and said, "Go on. Do it."
"What? Did you come to confess your sins for waving your cock around church?"
Not even being able to look him in the eyes, I fell to my knees. Dean came up behind me and told the alter boy, Rusty, "He's my fag. For $2.00 he'll suck your dick and I guarantee he'll swallow too."
"Oh My God. Really?!" Rusty asked, not even questioning the "fag" part.
"Yup, but you gotta be fast," Dean told him.
"I don't got $2.00." Thinking for a moment Rusty said, "Wait here, I'll be right back." It took Rusty about 60 seconds to come back with an older boy who looked like he was 18 or 19. "This is my brother, he'll pay if you do him too."
"Sure. That's $4.00, in advance," Dean answered holding out his hand for the money.
Rusty's brother gave Dean four one dollar bills and unbuckled his belt. Ten seconds later I was sucking the first of two cocks. Neither guy lasted very long though they did deposit their heavenly seed in my hungry mouth. As I was sucking Rusty off I thought, "Now this is how I like to be on my knees, Worshipping Cocks."
Once the deal was done, Dean told the guys I'd be available for more if they were interested. Of course they were and Dean said he'd be in touch taking their phone number. Great, now he's creating a clientele for me.
The Soarers and I went to a local diner for breakfast and us boys sat at the counter while the parents sat in a booth. The diner had a long counter with stools which ran almost the front length of the restaurant. At the end, it wrapped around and there were four more stools with no booths behind them, only windows and a hallway leading to the restrooms. We sat in 3 of those stools which meant nobody could see us from the waist down except the waitress and busboy.
Because my fly was still open my dickhead was slightly popping out. Dean pulled my shorts apart exposing me more. By placing my napkin on my lap I was able to cover it up but as they whispered references to the events of last night and today, I felt blood rushing to my groin and I was becoming harder and harder ultimately making a tent with my napkin.
As the busboy, who looked to be home from college, cleared our plates, Dean spilt his juice and grabbed his and my napkin to wipe the mess leaving my dick looking like a flag pole pointed skyward. As the busboy helped clean the counter he spotted me. Leaning over to me he softly said, "Hey kid, do you need a roll for that hotdog?"
Dean and Dale burst out laughing as I shook my head no and stuffed my dick back into my shorts. Dean then shocked the shit out of me by leaning across the counter and quietly telling the busboy, "He'll swallow your hotdog for two bucks."
The busboy, whose name I never learned, whispered, "Meet me in the mensroom." Once I saw him head in there I followed moments later. When I walked in he had already extracted his 6.5 inch steel rod. This was a single use bathroom so we had to be quick. Dean told me to get paid first. I felt so cheap holding out my hand while he counted out his tip change. Putting the coins in my pocket I sunk to my knees swallowing his cock until my nose was nestled in his pubes. Working my throat muscles he shot off immediately, catching me by surprise.
Pulling back the rest of his spunk flooded my mouth. He gripped my head tightly as he emptied his balls. "Fuck. That is good. I haven't cum in three days, I only wished it lasted longer."
I felt sorry for the both of us that it was so short so I continued to suck him when he tried to pull out. I worked his still hard cock with my warm, wet, cocksucking lips. It took 3-4 minutes before he shot a second load coating my teeth and tongue.
"Thanks kid. Do I owe you for another round?"
"No. I enjoyed it. Just don't tell them at the counter."
"Deal."
We both left that mens room happy.
Because we weren't in there 5 minutes Dean was never the wiser. I made him $6.00 this morning. Part of me was ashamed, part was proud. Part of me wanted it to stop, while part wanted it to continue. My emotions and thoughts were all over the place.
What to do?
To Be Continued...
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