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Subject: Deans BIcha Chapter 22 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. PLEASE: Donate to Nifty to keep this wonderful service free. I would really appreciate constructive feedback. I can be reached ail I enjoy getting comments and will reply. Dean’s Bicha 22 Friday Morning. I woke well ahead of dad waking me up. Thought I’d take a shower this morning. Following Marla’s rule, I slowly opened my door and quickly ran to the bathroom naked. I did it. But now I have to go back. Of course I can always go in a towel. While showering my dad opened the door and said he was glad I was up early and wanted to know what I wanted for breakfast. Weekdays it was usually cereal but I asked for some scrambled eggs. “Sure thing sport,” he said and left, leaving the door mostly open as was his way. Turning off the shower I began drying myself waiting for Marla to come out of her room. Thinking about walking down the hall naked gave me a boner. She had seen it enough times that I wasn’t as embarrassed but it still gave me a thrill doing something so naughty. When her door opened I felt that rush of adrenaline and headed to my room. “Looking good bro,” she said smiling at me. I smiled back and went to put on a pair of briefs. Now I had a problem. A big one. I was hard and only wearing size small briefs which offered no real cover at all. My dad had seen my morning wood before but how would he react to my coming to the breakfast table with an erection. Deciding to get dressed, I grabbed a pair of jeans when my dad called out that my eggs were ready. “Ok, be right there,” I answered. “Come on, your food is getting cold,” he shouted back. Dad always got pissed if you didn’t get to the table fast when he called the food was ready thus allowing it to get cold. So I knew had little choice and dropped my clothes and went into the kitchen. Luckily I was able to sit down before he spotted my hard-on. He dished up my eggs and looked down at me. “What’s with this?” He asked as he held out his finger indicating my stiff one. Busted. How do parents do it? Did he have x-ray eyes allowing him to see through the table. Apparently despite my efforts the chair wasn’t pulled in enough to prevent him from seeing my boner. I couldn’t even blame it on morning wood. “Um… I… ah… guess I didn’t have time to take care of it this morning,” I stumbled thru an answer. “You should take care of that in the shower or your bedroom. You better get rid of it before your sister sees it.” My sister? Really. Not only has she seen it, she’s given it a few tugs too. I wanted to tell him that, but I didn’t. “You can’t mean to do it here in the kitchen do you?!” I asked alarmed. “Of course not! Here hold this on it while you eat.” Reaching into the freezer my dad pulled out an ice cube and gave it to me. He really expected me to ice my cock and balls while eating scrambled eggs? The answer is Yes. In shock I took the ice cube and reached into my briefs and held it to my throbbing dick. “Oooh. That’s cold,” I exclaimed. It worked as my erection began to fade while I ate my eggs and toast. The really embarrassing part was that my father watched me the whole time. He even held out his hand to take the melted cube when I had deflated enough. I quickly wiped the dripping water from my genitals just as my sister came out of the bathroom. Putting my dishes in the sink I thought maybe I should always have an ice cube with me to rid myself of unwanted boners. Hahaha.. No stop thinking of that or I’ll get another one. Back in my room, I removed the briefs and put on my pants. I knew Richard was going to check and I didn’t want any more problems with him or the Soarer brothers. This would be the first time going to school all day without underwear and I was more than a little nervous about it. Wearing jeans without briefs felt totally different than a pair of shorts. I kinda liked it and started to chub up. I forgot about making my bed naked as Marla had instructed. Oh well, I think I did enough humiliating stuff already today. I had barely gotten off the bus when Richard headed in my direction. Boy, he must be horny I thought. Yup, he didn’t even say anything, he just gave me a head nod to follow him. We walked around the corner toward the construction area which was supposed to be off limits to us kids. Lucky for me, unlucky for him there were several contractors talking and having coffee so we couldn’t sneak in and find a private place for me to service him. Well maybe it was unlucky for me too since I did like cocksucking, its just Richard I didn’t like, who was none too pleased at the situation. I spotted him before he spotted me. Among the 5 or 6 guys standing there was Phillip from the technical high school. Please let him not see me and let’s get out of here I pleaded in my head. “Hey. What are you guys doing here?” One of the construction guys shouted over, “This area is restricted.” Being disappointed about his failed blowjob attempt, Richard replied, “Oh sorry. We were just looking for a private place so my friend could suck me off.” Immediately all eyes were on me as mine nearly fell out of my head. Trying to save a little dignity I sarcastically answered back, “Very Funny. As if anybody could find your teeny tiny little thingy.” Hitting below the belt I knew this would piss him off again. Come to think of it, isn’t that what got me into trouble with him in the first place. Well, as the saying goes, “stick with a winner.” What more could he do to me now. The guys roared with laughter as Richard turned around and stomped off. I may have won the battle, but I was very concerned about the war. Phillip had caught my eye and was pushing his tongue against the inside of his mouth indicating he knew what Richard had said was indeed true. I felt my face flush and my dick expand. Better to retreat now. I told Robby on our way to 3rd period math class about not wearing any underwear today. He smiled from ear to ear. He and I discussed plans for him to camp out tonight if his parents were ok with it. He said he’d call me after school. Now if I can take care of Dean, Dale, Jeff, and Matt after school maybe Robby and I will have some privacy tonight. I was required to sleep over Dean and Dale’s house one night each weekend and they had already told me earlier in the week it was going to be Saturday night. I was able to avoid Richard during lunch. In science class he made me open my fly and show him that I wasn’t wearing any briefs, which made him happier but not happy. During last period gym class I contemplated stealing another pair of Robby’s briefs but thought he might just trade tonight. I handed out the towels after showers again. Boy I wish I could do this all the time. I got to see each and every boy’s cock up close and personal dripping with water. There wasn’t one I wouldn’t suck or at the very least lick the water off the tips of their dicks. I was rock hard. What had happened to me in such a short time? The smaller, less mature kids usually left the showers first being embarrassed by their lack of development. Douglas Kane was first to ask for a towel. Doug was a friend of mine who hadn’t yet started puberty along with 6 others I counted that day. Out of the 26 kids in our gym class, 7 unlucky soles were hairless. Yup, I’d suck that I thought handing him his towel. I hope he gets pubes over the summer before ninth grade. Imagine going into high school bald? I hope my own grow back by then or I’ll be just as embarrassed as poor Doug. He would be fortunate, I not as much. Another friend of mine, Steve Wurzinski, a heavier set kid was next in line. Steve had Giresun Escort a small patch of hair above his dick, but like me, was not too athletically inclined. The non-jocks left the showers with the bald ones. Normally, I wouldn’t have thought of sucking him off, but in my horny state having been deprived the opportunity thus far today for any cocksucking I would have done him too. John Kennedy (probably not named after the president when we were born) stood before me dripping wet as water was running down his skinny, hairless body waiting for a towel. As I went to hand it to him and I “accidentally” dropped it and bent over to pick it up. My face was only inches away from his dick and balls which were either small to start with or had shrunken because of the cold. I figured I could take his entire package in my mouth if I tried. He gave me a funny smirk as I stood back up and handed him his towel. Did he know I was checking him out? Probably. The notion both scared and excited me. I handed out a few more towels in a daze thinking about John K. (Not John Stanton from the fairgrounds) and another boy, Dennis Perkins who I caught messing around last year during a field trip. The class was at a nature park for science lessons and during lunch we split apart. John K. And Dennis had wandered off down a trail. I don’t know why I followed them but I’m glad I did. When I snuck up to them they had opened their zippers and were exposing themselves. John K. said they were just taking a piss, but Dennis looked far too guilty. I always wondered what they would have been doing had I been just a minute later approaching them. There was a break in the line since the more mature and athletic boys were jostling around in the showers. I cautiously unzipped my fly to relieve some pressure on my fully engorged cock. With a little encouragement it popped out and was standing tall. What am I doing I screamed in my head. If you get caught… I didn’t want to think of the potential consequences. I stood behind the stack of towels as I continued to give them out. When Robby (despite his smaller stature Robby was on the wrestling team and somewhat of a jock) came up I stepped aside slightly so he could get a quick glimpse. His gasp nearly gave me way. Ducking back behind the stack I handed him a towel which he quickly proceeded to put in front of his own growing member. He stood there blocking the view of the others behind him as I discretely tucked my hard on back inside my jeans, though I couldn’t zip up without being noticed. “Come on Wilson. Move it,” someone shouted farther down the line. Robby walked away grinning and trying to hide his own boner. Good luck with that Robby. My friend John S. was next in line for a towel. God, what a gorgeous body he had besides his good looks. He could have any girl he wanted. He leaned in and whispered, “You love flashing that thing don’t you?” as he took his towel and began drying himself. He just smiled at me and walked away. He had obviously seen my boner too. Thankfully, he was amused by my antics and never mentioned it to anyone. Had that been anyone else, I didn’t even want to think of the consequences. Richard stalled long enough to be the last one done and began stroking off as he approached me to get his towel. He was hard as steel then whispered he was going to shoot his load down my throat when we got to the restricted construction zone. Suddenly we heard the coach call out my name telling me to lock up the equipment room. Richard and I both lost are erections instantly. Well, they deflated greatly. Richard told me to meet him in the closed off area so he could finish there. Holding the towel in front of his rapidly softening cock he went to get dressed. Funny, nobody back then ever considered wrapping the towel around themselves to cover up. Leaving the locker room to meet Richard I knew it was too good to be true. I’d be sucking him off after all. I got to the spot before he did and started laughing. I saw him smiling as he walked in my direction. As he rounded the corner the expression on his face was priceless. To say he was pissed would be an understatement. The entire construction area was blocked off so there would be no blowjob at all for him today. He said he’s make up for it on Monday as he stomped to his bus, without his trademark back handing me in the nuts. Wow, I had a fairly normal day so far, except for the no underwear part and the totally crazy flashing Robby (and John S.) in the showers. I boarded my bus and reflected on the day and more importantly what would happen tonight. How to entertain Robby without Dean and Dale ruining everything. I was barely in the house 5 minutes changing, peeing, and grabbing a snack before heading to their house. Turns out they weren’t home this afternoon. A note on their basement door told me they wouldn’t be back until late tonight and they’d see me tomorrow afternoon. Dean’s note told me Matt and Jeff were unavailable as well. Great! Problem solved for tonight. I went on to read the rest of the note. It was not such good news. Because I’d miss Rule 7 today (daily blowjobs) I’d of course have to give them 3 each tomorrow. That would be the “easy” part the note read. They had something special planned for all of the pee I saved this week. Crap, I forgot and didn’t really save that much. What were they planning anyway? I was to be ready for them tomorrow after lunch and we’d be camping in back by the creek. Double crap, they discovered the creek. I figured they’d want to camp back there since it was farther away from the house and we were less likely to be disturbed by my parents. Obviously they weren’t worried about their own. The last portion of the note was a task I had to perform. I was to strip off and take two Polaroid pictures of myself (a selfie before cell phones) sitting on their front steps with a boner. It had better show both my dick and face. Great I thought. The naked and boner parts were almost second nature by this point. Sitting on the front steps taking a picture of myself would be most challenging. I figured I better get this done before the commuter rush hour started. The neighbors on each side of their house worked, so they wouldn’t be an issue either, I hoped. Even though nobody was home, I undressed outside before going in to get the camera. A note next to it said I’d just earned an extra punishment for going in their house without permission. How the hell was I suppose to get the camera without going inside if they weren’t home. Definitely a lose-lose situation and just an excuse to punish me more. I now wondered about Jeff and Matt. Dean’s note said the were unavailable but was that true or was he setting me up to miss sucking them off and another reason to torment me? I figured I’d call them, and yes I knew another punishment would ensue using the phone without permission and/or for not believing his note. Fuck it. Mrs. Archer answered and told me the boys were down the street at their cousin’s house helping set up for the grandmother’s surprise birthday party tonight. She told me to call tomorrow to see if they could come out and play. “Play?” That sounded so juvenile considering what we would be doing. Telling me to have a good night we hung up. Whoa, No blowjobs at all today! First I was happy by that. Then a little sad. Lastly, very horny. I actually felt somewhat cheated that I hadn’t sucked anyone off, how preverted is that. However, Robby would be the only dick I sucked today, assuming he could stay over, and I was very happy with the possibilities. I better get my task done quickly and get home before he calls. Easier said than done. I crept around the side of the house and watched for cars in either direction. It was only 2:45 so I had plenty of time before the commuter traffic began. Of course being naked and hard was easy. Running and sitting on the steps was mildly difficult. Getting a selfie without being able to see through the viewfinder, very difficult. Giresun Escort Bayan Today cell phones turn the camera around so you can see exactly what the picture will be before you push the button. I had to guess where the camera was angled and wait for the polaroid to develop to see if I captured both my face and boner in the picture. It took me 6 attempts to get one acceptable picture. What was worse was the fact that in that time 4 cars drove by with me sitting there in the nude with an erection. I froze every time praying the driver didn’t look toward the house. If I had run around to the side I surely would have drawn attention to myself. Partial luck was with me as I watched all four cars go by without being seen. By a driver that is. Unlucky for me was Michael Carr drove by with his mom. They lived three houses farther down the street than the Soarers. Michael and his girl cousin (I found out later who she was) were the two kids who had seen me last week when this whole mess began as I was standing by the road. Shit! There was nothing I could do about him. I better finish fast in case he says anything to his mother and they come up here to investigate. Picture 7 cut off most of my face from the mouth up. Not acceptable. Damn. As I was just about to take picture 8, Michael and his dog came around the side of the house and he asked what I was doing. My head spun so fast I almost got dizzy. Reflexes made me attempt covering up my nudity and boner. Michael just laughed as he walked over, his dog by his side. “Why are you naked? And how come you thingy is hard like that?” “It’s a dare Dean and Dale gave me,” I croaked out, my mouth being so dry. Yes, a tired explanation, but it was the only one I had. Being only 7 years old he seemed to accept that rather easily. After all, I was a teenager and he was a kid. “Where are they?” He questioned. “They’re not here. They bet me I couldn’t do it while they were gone. Do you think you could help me?” I asked. His eyes widened and he broke out in a smile. After all, what little kid wouldn’t want to help a teenager do something naughty and secretive. “What?” “I need another picture and it’s tough to do cause I can’t see thru the camera. Would you take it for me?” I asked. If he helped I could be done faster. Plus with him standing in front of me, I’d less likely be seen. “Ok. But what’s in it for me?” Shit. I’ve got to give him something. If it will keep his silence, it might be worth it. “What do you want?” I asked. “I want one of those pictures. You’ve got plenty. How come you need more?” I stupidly explained about needing my face and dick in the pictures and I needed two. He giggled. The stupider thing I did was to have this entire conversation while on the front steps. Why couldn’t we take this to the side where I wouldn’t be seen. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. It was getting late and commuter traffic would be starting soon. I needed to get this finished now. I finally convinced him to take one of the picture which only showed me from the chest down, no face. He agreed as it “shows your parts” as he put it. With my shaved pubes and appendix scare, you could still identify me if you knew me. Oh well, better he had one which didn’t include my face. He snapped the 8th picture and it was perfect. Finally getting enough sense to move to the back of the house I told him, “Michael, this has to be out secret. You have to hide that picture. If your parents find it we’ll both be in a lot of trouble.” Trying to sound authoritative to a kid 6 years your junior when you are naked and hard and you are deathly afraid of his dog isn’t easy. “Oh, no problem. I’ll keep it out it my strong box buried behind King’s doghouse.” Their big German Shepard named King scared all of the neighborhood kids. Nobody went near that dog after it bit Michael’s babysitter once when she took his arm to move him out of the dog’s circle. Back then it was common to tie a dog up and they could only go in a circle from where the chain was tied. Michael could have kicked that dog in the nuts and he wouldn’t have harmed Michael back. However, just placing a hand on Michael and the babysitter found out just how protective that dog is. So I figured that’s as safe a place as any to hide the picture. Michael left with his pictures. Yup, pictures. He got to the corner of the house before turning back and showing me he had somehow snatched a second photo. “We’ll be SEEING you,” he sang out before running away. Looking through what remained I determined it was one showing my face and just the tip of my dick. FUCK! That was enough with the full frontal one to convict me. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! This would not be my last encounter with Michael Carr and his dog. I put the two “good” ones next to the camera and turned to leave. Then I had an inspiration. This was the first time I had been in their house without them being home. I could look for my stolen briefs. Disappointment hit me as I realized I couldn’t take them cause Dean would know. But that doesn’t mean I can’t snoop around a bit. Now my mom always made Marla and me make our beds every morning. Because Dale and Dean had taken over the finished basement rec room as their domain and Mrs. Soarer only went into the laundry room portion, their bedroom was quite messy. Not only were the beds unmade but dirty clothes were scattered all about the floor. The assortment included: t-shirts, socks, a pair of jeans or two, gym shorts, and the grand prize – used underwear. Next to each full sized bed were the briefs they must have worn yesterday lying exactly where each boy stood to take it off before climbing into bed naked. My own rock hard dick began to throb at the thought. Sitting on the edge of Dean’s bed I bent over to pick up Dean’s discarded underwear. Bringing it to my face I inhaled deeply to capture his scent. Ahhh. Looking back down I noticed a second pair lying crumped up as if tossed from the bed. Picking those up I discovered the holy grail – this pair was drenched in what appeared to be relatively fresh cum. This was Dean’s cum rag, probably from today as his seed was still wet though it was no longer thick and white but turning clear. Regardless, I poked my tongue into it. Delicious. If I couldn’t get the real thing directly from the source this would have to do. Looking over to Dale’s bed, I reached across and picked up his briefs only to discover they too had drops of cum soaking the pouch. Odd given their placement on the floor, but I was too filled with lust to dwell on it. My tongue began to lap it up like a starving man. Placing the soiled briefs on Dean’s pillow I buried my face in them until I had licked up both loads. Once the cum was digested I proceeded to give tiny kisses to the briefs as I humped Dean’s mattress. I pulled the sheets and blanket over me and snuggled into his spot. I imagined cuddling with Dean and Dale getting more and more worked up, my hard-on rubbing against the sheets while I alternated kissing, sniffing, and sucking on Dean and Dale’s used, dirty, cum and piss stained underwear. Eventually I was ready to explode. I rolled over and grabbed Dean’s underwear and fired off shot after shot of white hot boy batter. God, was that ever good. I lied there several minutes as my heart rate returned to normal. Then I tried to rearrange the dirty briefs back where they were so no one would be the wiser. After that I needed to pee. Imagine my surprise when I discovered four 2 liter bottles filled with what was obviously stale piss. What in the world? I had been bad at collecting mine and it looked like they had more than made up for my lack of following the rule. What in the world were they going to do? I hoped whatever it was, it wasn’t going to be too bad for me. I peed and flushed. Turning to leave the bathroom I saw their toothbrushes hanging from the cup stand attached to the wall. I knew Dean’s was red as it was his favorite color. An evil thought entered my mind. Picking Escort Giresun his toothbrush up I placed it under my dick and shook the last few drops onto the bristles. Smiling, I thought how he’d be swallowing a little bit of my pee tonight. I hung it back in place and headed back into the rec room. I still had a little time before I needed to be home waiting to hear from Robby about camping out so I looked around some more. I opened a few drawers and one closet, the other was locked (I wonder what’s in there) and didn’t find too much of interest until I peeked under Dean’s bed, Dale’s had nothing under it. Dragging out a metal strong box I figured it was locked and contained Dean’s secrets. I was partially correct, the box was unlocked, however, the contents should have been kept secret as they were shocking. I stared in disbelief. Inside were two photo albums, the likes of which I couldn’t even imagine. The top one was titled Bicha Pictures. The Polaroid pictures were dated and taken over the past two years. Dozens and dozens of close up shots of a young boy some with Dean and a few with Dale. This was probably Dean’s last Bicha. I sat there mesmerized flipping thru the pages. The first pages were either the bicha by himself jerking off somewhere (mostly outside and a few in public places) or sucking Dean, Dale, and other unknown dicks. Typical stuff so far. The middle section showed the bicha in various positions getting fucked by Dean, Dale, and plenty of other people, some of whom looked much older by their torso (no faces other than the Soarer boys were shown). I knew my ass was going to be taking cocks soon and the pictures intrigued me. Despite having shot a load minutes ago, I was hard as nails again. Depending on your sexual interests the last pages were either kinky as shit or disgusting. I didn’t know what to think. Most of this section had two pictures next to each other as kind of like a before and after. The ‘before’ would show an object, such as a large cucumber or carrot, mini baseball bat, or rubber dildo which I didn’t even knew existed, next to a ruler to indicate the size (all with a minimum of 10 inches, some as large as 15). The ‘after’ photo was the Bicha’s arse stuffed full of the device leaving only a small portion hanging out. It was difficult to fathom his young, small, tender hole enveloping these rather gargantuan items. Was this my destiny? The proverbial ‘icing on the cake’ was the very last page which caused my mouth to drop open. Dean and Dale facing each other were lying naked on their backs with their butts pressed against each other, Dean’s legs over Dale’s thighs. The sweet looking bicha was squatting over both erect dicks pinned together pointing skyward in the first picture. The second showed him impaled, filling his anal cavity with two Portuguese cocks at the same time. How was that even possible? Would they do that to me? NO, I wouldn’t allow that. Or would I? The second photo album was labeled: Punishments. This one scared me. Opening the cover I found a note which read: “Bicha, if you’ve found these you have been poking around in places you had no right to look in. I hope you enjoyed the first album. This second one shows what happens to little homo faggot bichas like yourself who don’t follow rules. These were set so I’ll know if you moved them even the smallest amount. Hope for the sake of your balls you aren’t reading this. Love, Dean.” SHIT! I was busted. A cold sweat ran through my entire body. FUCK. What was I going to do? What’s this “love Dean” crap I wondered. Curiosity made me turn to the first picture. I wish I hadn’t looked. There was the last bicha naked in the woods somewhere. His hands were tied up over his head to a tree branch. He had a blindfold covering his eyes and a gag in his mouth. Around his neck a chain was padlocked. But the most horrific thing was the paint can tied to his balls stretching his sack. His face showed considerable pain which indicated the can was not empty. I slammed the album closed and put everything back. I knew it wasn’t perfect but what did it matter now anyways? Then an idea hit me. If I cleaned their room and made the beds maybe, just maybe I could bluff my way out of this. I’d say that I picked up the room as my gift. If asked about the photo albums I say I stubbed my toe on something under the bed but didn’t look. I prayed it would work. I dashed around the room picking everything up and made the beds. I surveyed the room and felt that it was miles better than it was and decided to rush home. Robby would be calling soon and that was one phone call I didn’t want to miss. Either it was their training or more stupidity on my part as I ran home naked. I could have easily gotten dressed. I hid the “unacceptable pictures” of myself in the garage attic which I used as a “fort” of sorts. There was no ladder and I had to jump up through the rafters and swing myself up to a few pieces of plywood I put down. Dad only stored a few things up there which he could get using a step stool so he never went up there totally. Certainly my mother and sister didn’t either. I wished I had remembered to put my old worn briefs up there before Marla found them. Just then I heard the phone ringing. I ran in to answer it and breathlessly answered hello. “Hi Jamie. It’s Robby. What are you doing?” He asked. “Just standing in my kitchen NAKED talking to you on the phone.” I answered honestly. “Really,” he whispered as if that would prevent his family from hearing my side of the conversation. “Yes. I just got back. I’ll tell you all about it later,” the excitement of Robby camping out tonight pushing the horrors of what I discovered at the Soarer’s house out of my mind, for the time being. “Can you come tonight?” “Yes, I plan on it. And mom says I can sleep over too. She wants to talk to your mom first though.” It took me a moment to catch on to his “cum tonight” response. My mom?! I invited Robby without asking mom or dad. They were usually pretty good about stuff like that though. We weren’t spoiled in any sense. If they said No to something they meant No. We didn’t get every toy or new fangled gadget on the market like some kids I knew. My parents were true working middle class (maybe even lower middle class I came to discover as I got older). They provided for us and we appreciated everything we got and my sister and I rarely felt we were deprived of anything important or necessary. Something like allowing a friend to sleep over didn’t cost anything, except some extra food and we always had plenty cause dad brought stuff home from his part time restaurant job all the time. I got right off with him and called mom. After I explained the situation she first admonished me for not asking her first, then said it was ok and she’d call Robby’s mom. “You’re the Greatest. I love you mom.” “Love you too, sweetie.” I know it’s mushy but I really did tell mom I loved her often. Boys didn’t say that to dads, but he knew it as we did a lot together. Neither Marla nor I entered that selfish teenager phase of life where we didn’t want to be around our parents. I danced around the kitchen celebrating for a minute, my cock wagging back and forth before blood started to flow. With parental permission Robby and I will be sleep together tonight. Ok, camping out. Our parents didn’t need to know what we were going to do. For that matter, neither did I. I figured I’d let Robby take charge and go as far as he wanted. After our library encounter I know there will be more messing around. I thought of having a wank to avoid cumming too quickly later. I decided to save it. No doubt we’d both be shooting several times. To Be Continued… Author’s Note: First, sorry there was no real sex in this chapter (other than Jamie with himself, hahaha). It will make Jamie especially horny for his campout with Robby. Second, Jamie (as well as you) got a preview of what’s in store for him. But first, Chpater 23 Robby’s Campout, one of my favorite chapters. Then onto Chapter 24, Jamie’s first fuck (no DP). A reader sent me the punishment picture described at the end of this chapter and I knew I had to incorporate it somehow. Let me know if Jamie should be subjected to the same thing or worse, and if you’d like to see the pic.
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