I have been reading stories for several years, and I thought I'd try writing one, so this is my first attempt. It's based a lot on my youth with respect to people (names changed) and places and even some events, though most of the sexual situations are fiction. If you are under legal age to read, or in an area which prevents this, please leave now. Remember this was the mid 1970s and HIV wasn't a thing. Play safe today.
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Dean's Bicha Ten 10 Sunday Afternoon
Leaving the diner we piled in the car to head home. Dean wanted me to spend the afternoon at their house but I couldn't. I explained that my dad's cousin and her family were coming for Sunday Dinner and spending the day with us. They lived in the next state and were down visiting relatives for the weekend. I knew they had a son who was around my age but that's it. My dad was from a big Italian family and my grandmother had 10 siblings so my dad had something like 50-60 first cousins. Who could keep track of them all?
Dean and Dale discussed something in Portuguese with their parents. By the tone of Mr. and Mrs. Soarer's voices I could tell they were giving the boys some type of warning or instruction what to do or not to do. When the conversation was over Dean boldly pulled out his dick. Grabbing me by neck he pulled me over and forced me to start sucking him off in the backseat with his parents in the very same car!
"Suck me good bicha. If I can't use you the rest of the day then I want to get in one more blowjob."
This was unbelievable. Not only did his parents tolerate such behavior they encouraged it. "Dean, hurry up. Let your brother have a chance at using the bicha before we get home," his mother ordered without ever turning around to look at us. Dean sped up plunging my throat and fired off 5-6 blasts of spunk which I swallowed down.
Without missing a beat, Dale spun me to face him and pushed me down on his uncut cock. In typical Dale style he let me do the work at my own pace. Soon his ball juice was traveling the same path as his brother's.
"Boys. Did your bicha do a good job?" Mr. Soarer asked in English not Portuguese. I'm not sure why, but I guess to make me feel so small and worthless that they were talking about me in the third person, or almost like a thing.
"Yes papa. Excellent," Dale informed his father.
"It does great work," Dean confirmed.
"Good. Just don't make the same mistake with it as you did with your last one. Do you hear me Dean," Mr. Soarer admonished him.
"Yes papa. I won't," Dean answered meekly. It was his turn to look embarrassed for once.
Speaking of embarrassment, my face was red hot. In everything I had done thus far including whoring my mouth out, giving blowjobs to the boys in front of their parents was by far the most humiliating thing I've ever done. How could they allow this I wondered. What kind of parents allow their sons to abuse other boys for their sexual pleasure? Though the way they referred to me as "the bicha" and "it" made me realize they didn't see me as a person but an object.
As much as I couldn't figure out Mr. and Mrs. Soarer, neither could I figure out why I was hard myself during such an embarrassing moment. Dean didn't give me much time to think about it when he ordered, "Give yourself a wank and eat it. Be quick we're almost home."
There I sat in the backseat between Dean and Dale with my shorts around my ankles pumping away at my boner fast and furiously. I caught my load in my hand and licked it all up like the "good bicha" Dean said I was. I struggled to pull up my shorts as we got to my house. The Soarers got out of the car to say hello to my parents and make small talk for a few minutes before they headed home. It was as if nothing sexual had taken place just minutes before. This was too weird.
As the Soarers said goodbye, Dale whispered to me, "You've got a spot of cum on your face. It looks good there but you should wipe it off before your parents sees it."
"Thanks," I said cleaning my cheek as the Soarers drove home.
After telling my parents I had a nice sleepover I went to take a shower. The warm water felt so relaxing as I stood under the shower head reflecting on this yesterday's activities. Saturday had been both scary and fun. In my wildest dreams I never thought I'd be seen naked by so many people in one day. Between "accidentally" dropping my shorts in the mens room, being pantsed behind the storage building while peeing, the kids from my class in school, and whoever might have seen beside the girl on the teacups, my boner was probably seen by 40-50 people or more.
Flashing my boy bits was one thing, sucking cocks was another. I gave SEVENTEEN blowjobs yesterday to TEN different boys in a single day. I may not have been horny going in the shower but after reminiscing about Saturday I was rock solid hard. Knowing I had to get out quickly I did what comes naturally and stroked off. Unfortunately the water washed most of my seed down the drain before I got the chance to lick it up. Bummer.
I dried off and went to wrap the towel around my waist when I had a devious thought. Donny had picked up Marla for 10:30 mass already, dad was in the kitchen, and mom in the basement doing laundry so the coast was clear. Throwing the towel over the glass shower door to dry I scooped up Dean's clothes and opened the bathroom door. I scurried down the hall to my bedroom naked.
I was almost successful when my dad came around the corner and spotted me. "Are those Dale's clothes?" he asked. Without waiting for an answer he told me, "Go bring those down to the basement. Your mother is doing wash. You can't return those dirty." Ok, this little nude stroll backfired.
"Let me get dressed first," I pleaded.
"Get those to your mother NOW so she can add them to her laundry, then you can get dressed. We've all seen you before. Looks like your hair is starting to grow back."
"Yeah, I guess," I mumbled. I needed to get out of here. My embarrassment was causing other things to grow also and I couldn't have that. I dashed past him to the basement stairs. Holy Fuck. My dad is making me walk around naked again. This has got to stop.
Wow, I'm walking down the stairs naked to give mom Dean's clothes to wash. I had the good sense for once to hold them in front of my groin. Though walking back I'd be starkers. Getting to the bottom of the stairs I called out, "Mom, dad saw me coming out of the shower and said to give you these clothes I borrowed so I can return them clean." I wanted to explain why I was strutting around naked.
"Ok honey, let me have them." I handed over the shirt and shorts realizing there we're no briefs or socks. Shit.
"Is this it?" She obviously noticed.
"Yeah, he didn't lend me anything else." My statement was not a lie, he hadn't. I omitted I wasn't permitted to wear underwear anyway.
"Alright." Mom turned back adding them to her laundry, which as it turned out she wasn't doing right now with company coming. She was just sorting the whites from the darks, etc. Super, I'm walking around in the nude for nothing. I rushed to my room in a flash, my dick slapping side to side against my thighs as I ran up the stairs.
Now when the Soarers dropped me home and were talking to my parents Dean and Dale gave me some specific rules for the day. First, of course I couldn't wear any underwear. I stood in my room debating that. How would they know? I know how they'll know. When they ask me tomorrow my face will get all red if I try to lie. Nope, no briefs.
Second, I was to wear a pair of skin tight shorts I had from last year. Like my old briefs they should have been, but never were, thrown away. I had to work at getting them pulled up, zipped, and snapped. Unfortunately these shorts snapped closed. Due to the stress from being too small it kept coming undone. I took them off and stretched and pulled the waistband to ease the pressure. It worked enough to keep the snap together for now though I was afraid too much movement would pop it open.
The worse thing about the shorts was the outline of my dick was plain as day. I hung to the right and looking in the mirror I could actually see the line where my crown began. Had I been uncut at least my dickhead wouldn't be so noticeable. By today's standards these were outrageous. By the 1970s standards they were typical so I didn't really look that out of place, though I felt it. I better not get hard cause there is absolutely no room for growth.
Third, I could wear whatever t-shirt I wanted just as long it didn't cover my dick. Not that it mattered because they ordered me to take it off as soon as possible with it being another warm day.
The fourth was the toughest instruction of them all: I was to suck my second cousin's dick. I didn't even know his name or what he look like and somehow they wanted me to give him a blowjob. Or at least offer. What if he freaked out and told his parents or mine I was queer? Dean gave my a few pointers in seducing this unknown relative to see if he was interested.
Knowing we'd probably venture out to the cornfields or woods beyond, I was to look at his crotch constantly. I should adjust my own dick and make sure I flashed him when I took a piss. Talking about how horny I was being unable to rub one out at my sleepover and not having enough time this morning either was an option. If none of that worked, and I prayed it did, I was to admit to running around naked and beating off for a thrill. If he didn't take my challenge to do so then I was to show him first hand how it was no big deal and streak.
The boys assured me they would leave us alone per their parents orders. That was some comfort, but it didn't make up for the unknown danger of offering to suck his cock. Dale reminded me that lots of boys experiment and he might too. Plus the "boy code" of not snitching was in my favor. Shit, I was still nervous.
Dad's cousin and her family arrived just after 11:00AM. I didn't remember them from the family reunions my grandmother's family had every year. With so many cousins there was a big spread in ages from oldest to youngest. She was around my dad's age and the two of them had always been pretty close growing up. Her name was Ellie and her husband was Bill. They had one son, Tommy, who was turning 16 at the end of June.
Taking one look at Tommy I knew I'd be swallowing a load or two of his love juice before the day was over. Something about the way he gave me the once over and shook my hand I could tell he'd be plunging his pecker down my throat until he sprayed his seed. Surprisingly I felt my face flush even with the amount of blood pumping into my prick.
Tommy was tall at 5 foot 11 inches and skinny. Maybe he just looked it because of his height. His hair was dirty blonde and long over his ears and fairly wild and uncombed covered by a silly straw hat. Looking at his junk I was surprised but pleased to see his cut off jeans were as short if not shorter than my own and just as tight. His cock was trapped down his right side and it looked as if his dickhead were at the very edge of the shorts ready to pop out any second. Now I didn't feel so out of place in mine.
We grabbed some snacks and two canteens of water (long before the days of plastic bottled water) and headed out to explore with orders to be back by 1:30. That gave us just over two hours. I figured if I played my cards right I could suck him off a couple of times.
Whether it was because of Dean and Dale instructions or just my curiosity I stole plenty of glances at his boy bits. Walking thru the cornfields I was making myself horny and needed to adjust my own package too. I chuckled to myself knowing I was following Dean's directions naturally. Emerging beyond the corn I said I needed to pee. (Did the Soarer boys program me to follow their script or was I that predictable?). Tommy said he did too and we took out our cocks to piss. I opened my shorts enough to offer a wide open view of my almost hairless dick, letting them slip a bit down my hips. I wasn't going to let them drop to the ground like I had done yesterday however.
Tommy fully opened his too. I didn't glance over to sneak a peak at his member. I full outright stared. It was a thing of beauty. Tall and slim just like he was. He was cut with a big mushroom head which appeared red in color topped by a bunch of golden curly pubic hairs. My mouth was watering at the site. He made it easier for me to notice as he actually hooked his underwear under his balls.
"Take a picture, it lasts longer," he chuckled breaking me out of my spell.
"Sorry. I was caught off guard by your underwear. Don't see many kids our age wearing boxers. Everybody at school wears white briefs." I replied trying to cover up gawking at his meat. Seeing the look on his face I clarified, "At least on gym days."
Tommy had on red and white stripped boxers. They must have been really short not to extend beyond his cutoffs. Seeing an opening I took it, "Don't they bunch up in your shorts? I don't wear briefs when I have these on," I explained. "They sure look cool on you though."
"Thanks. They are kinda cramped but better than kiddy briefs," he said as he tucked himself away. I hadn't attempted to cover up yet and my dick was fluffing up. "So, you gonna hang out all day?" He asked nodding his head at my now horizontal half hard-on.
"Oh, no. Sorry." I sheepishly answered cramming myself back in my shorts.
"So what do you do for fun around here besides playing with yourself," Tommy burst out laughing. Did he really want to know? Well he asked so tell him I thought.
"Well, the usual stuff. Explore the woods. Ride my bike. There aren't a lot of kids around so I have to entertain myself quite a bit."
"Yeah. I bet you do." The inflection of his voice told me all I needed to know. Tommy looked up and down the cornfields and to the woods and said, "Nobody back here at all. You ever come back here and jerk off?"
My face flushed and he knew the answer without me saying a single word. "Yeah, of course you do. Bet you run around naked too. Don't you?"
My head jerked up and my eyes bugged out. He had read me like a book. He was standing there with his right thumb hooked inside his pocket as his fingers gently caressed his growing cock. I wanted to drop to my knees right there and swallow him whole but I chickened out.
After what seemed like an eternity I stammered out, "Yeah. Sometimes I rub one out back here," omitting the rest. "Do you want to, um, do it?" I asked.
"Maybe. But first you should get naked. You do strip off back here don't you?" By the look on my face he knew. Smiling he said, "I knew it. That doesn't surprise me."
Now I was confused and asked, "Why's that?"
"Cause you been checking me out the minute we got here. You looked at my cock before even looking at my face. You're one horn dog that's for sure." If he only knew. My face was getting warmer and my dick harder. "Look at you. You just about bustin' outta them shorts." The fact that he was too went unspoken. When I didn't respond he threw down the challenge, "Ok, let's see how much balls you got. Strip off and run down three houses and back. That would put me to the Soarer's house but he didn't know that.
I hesitated for a moment until he said, "Come on. Do it. I know you want to." Pulling off my t-shirt I dropped it on the ground. My shorts landed along side them. Of course I was rock solid hard at this point which didn't go un-noticed. "You sure get a kick from this don't you" Tommy asked. I just sheepishly smiled.
I spun around and jogged down to Dean and Dale's place and back. Half way there I worried Tommy would take my clothes and I'd have to go back naked. Then I figured he'd get in trouble for pulling a stunt like that. I returned out of breathe waiting to see if he would accept a dare from me.
He laughed his ass off when I dared him to streak now and he said, "No thanks. Besides, I think there is something you'd like better." He opened his shorts again letting his boner pop out over his boxers. "Kneel down," he ordered, "and you can play with this."
I was in position instantly, my hand wrapping around his 7 inch steel rod as I began stroking him. A drop or two of precum appeared at the tip and I stopped myself from licking it off. Tommy didn't miss it though. "Go ahead, give it a lick."
That's all it took. Flicking my tongue across his piss slit I slurped up his precum. Next I was bobbing my head up and down his shaft rolling his nuts around with my right hand while rubbing his butt with my left. "Oh shit. Damn, you're good. You musta' done this before. Work those nuts."
I sped up tempo and within 5-6 minutes we were both rewarded with what we wanted; him unloading his swimmers in my mouth and me swallowing those tadpoles.
"Fuck. You done that before, haven't you?"
I couldn't look up at him and simply nodded yes.
"Cool." Tommy then stripped off everything he wore, including his socks and sneaks. Lying down with his hands behind his head he closed his eyes and told me, "Now take your time and do it again. Nice and slow."
I spent the next half an hour working his cock over from top to bottom. I thought he was going to jump out of his skin when I attacked his tender baby making orbs, swirling them around in my mouth. I didn't know the term tea bagging then and it was hard to say which of us enjoyed it more. Eventually all good things come to an end and he sprayed another round of thick boy batter into my hungry mouth.
I was pulling my own cock until Tommy filled me up again with his protein goodness. He pushed me off when it became too sensitive and I began to worry what he would do now. I asked him if he'd do me now, though I knew it would be a long shot.
"Sorry. I ain't no dick-licking queer. It's cool if you are though. Don't worry none. I won't tell anyone. 'Cept maybe the older cousins at this year's family reunion. You might be more popular than last year's kid."
"What? Somebody was sucking at the reunion?"
"Sure. If we all go I'll point him out to you. Don't know if he'll be happy there is somebody else so he don't have to do it or not. Come on, let's get dressed and you can show me around some before we head back."
We did some exploring through the woods and Tommy said he wished he had someplace like this behind his house. He lived in a residential neighborhood with houses all around though they had big yard, about 2 acres. He was jealous I had some place to come out for "some private time". I took that to mean a place to jerk off.
Now quite deep into the woods Tommy said he had to piss after shooting off and told me, "Take it out."
"What?"
"Take my cock out for me," he clarified. When I didn't move he grabbed my hand and put it on the front of his shorts and said sternly, "Open my shorts and get my dick out. DO IT"
I barely got the button on the top if his shorts undone when Tommy placed his hand on my shoulder and pushed me down, "Kneel." Now on my knees I was preparing to suck him off one more time. Tommy had something else in mind however.
I pulled his cutoffs and boxers to his mid thigh as instructed and held his long cock in my hand pointing it upward toward my mouth. Tommy turned away from me and said, "Better lean back or you'll get sprayed," as he let go with a torrent of hot piss.
I had never held anyone's prick while they peed before and I was captivated by it as his golden nectar arched and fell on the ground several feet in front of us. When he was finished Tommy turned back facing me and directed me to shake it gently. Of course the last few drops landed mostly on my face and shirt causing him to laugh.
Like most boys a few remaining drops clung to the tip of his dick. Seeing this, Tommy quietly suggested, "Why don't you just lick those off so I don't get piss stains in my boxers." Whoa! Really? He stepped closer and without thinking I stuck out my tongue which he wiped his dickhead on. There wasn't much but a salting taste in my mouth.
Then Tommy pushed more of his cock into my mouth and did something I was not expecting. He squeezed his butt cheeks together as I think all guys do to extract the last drops of pee from their bladders. My mouth was now flooded with several squirts of his urine. He held my head so I couldn't spit out and commanded me, "Swallow."
Now I truly had piss breathe. My taste buds were assaulted by his waste water. Gross. I wanted to throw up. Finally released I attempted to spit out the taste if not the actual pee. Tommy was laughing hysterically. "Good job. Thought you looked thirsting after swallowing two loads of my baby makers. HAHAHA." That may have been my first experience with golden showers and water sports but certainly not my last.
Tommy redressed and we headed back in time for Sunday dinner. In the backyard walking toward the house he whispered, "Maybe if there's time I'll give you some more dessert afterwards." Luckily there was time.
Dad roasted chicken on the grill and mom had made a potato salad. Cousin Ellie brought some corn on the cob and fresh tomatoes and we had a delicious meal. Marla and Donny had returned from church and brought a cake his mom made for our dessert. We ate outside on the picnic table and everybody had a wonderful time.
After everything was cleaned up I asked our parents if I had enough time to show Tommy the woods across the street. His parents said they would probably leave around 5:00 so we had another hour and a half. Walking thru the fields where Dean and Dale originally spotted me was making me hard. Then again, just the idea of being able to suck Tommy off again was too. As if reading my mind, Tommy told me he would give me plenty of cream to wash down my dessert. I could hardly wait, both figuratively and literally.
We went past the small pond and continued toward the woods. There were several dirt roads cutting thru them though I never understood why. About a half mile the woods ended at the new section of interstate highway. This section of road wasn't connected to the main highway and wouldn't be for several years so the amount of cars was limited to people traveling from our town to the next 3 towns over. When ultimately finished it would reduce the factory rush hour traffic on my street by half. Eventually this side of the street was the property Mr. Mann sold for a branch of the state university.
Emerging from the woods Tommy said he had to piss. Not again I prayed. We were not even a 100 yards from the passing cars on a hill over looking the freeway. Tommy stepped back behind some small shrubs and when I went to join him he told me to stay where I was and "piss right there in the open." Phew, no more water sports today.
Being a Sunday afternoon luckily there wasn't much traffic but enough that I was embarrassed to be urinating in public. Of course peeing with a hard-on is not an easy thing to do which only made me take longer thus exposing myself to more cars. What a vicious circle. Tommy was loving it and yelling out humiliating insults, "hey, look at the homo peeing. Wave that boner, boy. We should call you the Pissing Pervert."
Finally finished I started to tuck my dick away when Tommy issued his next directive. "Don't put that away. In fact, lose the t-shirt and kick off those shorts." With my heart racing I followed his orders watching a car full of teenagers watch me undress. When I heard the blasting of the car horn I knew they had spotted me.
I knew it before Tommy even said it, "Ok, jerk that thing. Give them a good show." I kept my head down and wrapped my hand around my cock. As I'm fisting my shaft I'm wondering why I'm going along with this, but I knew. I really loved the humiliation. Lost in the pending bliss of a huge outdoor public orgasm, I threw my head back and automatically sprayed my seed in my other hand. Shit, I didn't have to do that I realized too late. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound. I licked my palm clean much to Tommy's dismay. "Holy Shit. You're one sick mother fucker dude. Yeah, eat that cock snot."
Shaking the last few drops of spunk free from my dick I looked back over to him and asked if I could get dressed now. What he did shocked the shit out of me as he said, "Not till you suck me off one last time." Tommy was undressing completely. Then taking his t-shirt he covered his head and face and came out into the open and told me to kneel down. Turning us sideways to give the cars the "best possible view," Tommy plunged his hard cock down my throat and began pounding away.
I had to give Tommy credit, he certainly knew how to maximize my exposure. Something about his movements wasn't like the normal face fucking to which I had been accustomed. Looking up his slender frame I could see him actually drawing attention to us by waving his arms over his head like he was doing jumping jacks. Several more car horns were sounded as I slurped on his sausage. Tommy only stopped his arm movements when he grabbed the back of my head and held my lips tight against his curly pubes as he blasted 7-8 shots of creamy delicious spunk in my throat.
Pulling his cock from my mouth Tommy held onto his shirt and dashed back to the relative safety of the shrubs. I scurried along not waiting to see if he had anything else planned for me. We dressed quickly and started making our way back home.
"Thanks. That was fucking fantastic, better than the first two. Looking at you nobody would ever guess you to be such a raging flame. Is that the first time you ever did anything in public?"
"Well, kinda, yes." On the walk back I told him about sucking Dean and Dale behind the storage buildings and them pantsing me but not about being whored out to Owen, Paul, and the five high school guys. I also admitted to him about Christine giving me a hand job in front of my classmates. That part had him envious as he admitted he hadn't done anything with a girl except a bit of necking. Wow, I had actually beaten him at something.
It was 4:55 when we got back to the house and after one last bathroom break dad's cousin and her family were ready to leave. With the adults all hugging goodbye, Tommy reminded me about the reunion, "I can't wait to have you sucking all our cousins. Thanks for the three blowjobs. You're one hellava cocksucker." For once I didn't turn all red because I knew it was true and felt proud of myself.
Both dads took a few group pictures to remember the day. They each took one of just Tommy and me, though I wished it was a Polaroid of me blowing him. Wait, wasn't that what got me into this situation in the first place? Regardless, I still have that photo today to remind me of my first incestuous blowjobs and I cherish it. Pictures done, they climbed in their car and drove away with us all waving goodbye promising we would see each other in August for the family reunion.
True to his word, Tommy introduced me to the boy cousins at the reunion. The kid who was the "suck boy" last year was there and we actually competed to see you could do more. I easily won swallowing 10 loads to his 6. Of course it wasn't a fair competition since he quit when someone tried to shove it up his butt, him still being an anal virgin and all. I ended up taking 5 loads up the ass (Tommy included to his great pleasure) which then leaked into my briefs for the rest of the day. (Dean didn't even punish me for breaking Rule #1 when he learned of my adventures.) All the boy cousins thought I must have set a record by taking so much cock that day, but truth was by that point in the summer I had been gang banged far more at one time. I'll tell you more about those events as this story progresses.
That night climbing in bed I was too tired to rub another load out. After such a busy Sunday between my church "services", breakfast blowjob at the diner, and my fun with Tommy, I settled into bed thinking about tomorrow.
I'd return Dean's clothes after school when I'd be giving them their daily blowjobs. How Dean was going to keep this stuff from Matt I didn't know. I figured it was only a matter of time before he too was getting his dick sucked by me. I actually liked the idea, but was afraid to start anything with Matt for fear of being exposed as a homo.
I've sucked so many dicks, some even for money - I need to talk to Dean about that because it really bothered me - Dean pimping me out. It would probably be worse once they began fucking me. I'd be a full fledged whore without anything to show for my work.
What to do? Did I want it all to stop? Or just the whoring out? Or did I want some of the money and if so, how much? Half? Yes, at least half. Shit, if I was going to sell my body, what did I need Dean for anyway? Answer: I couldn't bring myself to ask for money for sex. Dean had arranged everything thus far. I just didn't have the guts to do it. Who was I fooling by thinking Dean was forcing me into prostitution. I've become such a scum bag I'd probably give it all away for nothing. I decided I'd ask Dean for a cut of the money. As I drifted off to sleep I fondled my balls apologizing to them for the pain they would no doubt suffer by asking.
To Be Continued...
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NOTE: I added quite a bit to this chapter and moved a large portion to chpt. 11, which made it too long. I'm now in the process of moving some of 11 to Chpt 12 because I deleted some adult section that I just felt wasn't appropriate.
I hope everyone is enjoying Jamie's adventures thus far, I have enjoyed writing it. Thanks for the suggestions, please keep them cumming (pun intended). Chpt 13 is one of my favorites. I know I gave you a preview of things to come during the reunion but here is a SPOLIER ALERT: Jamie won't lose his anal virginity until Chpt 24 so stay tuned.