Date: Thu, 17 Oct 2019 17:07:21 +0000
From: kleiner.gespenst <kleiner.gespenst@protonmail.com>
Subject: Terry Shares His Bits | Part 2

Part 2 | "The Bullies" | <BI> <YF><authority>

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"Oh my God, Terry. What's wrong?" Becky wiped tears from the face of her
12-year-old friend, while Cory hugged his shirtless buddy from behind,
squeezing their thin torsos together. The three had been best friends since
4th grade, and that had grown to friendship-with-benefits over the
summer. So when Cory and Becky arrived that hot August afternoon, they knew
something was dreadfully wrong with their normally gregarious friend. His
arms were wrapped around his knees, and he'd obviously been crying. And
judging by the pink lacy frill of girl's panties just visible above the
waist of Terry's shorts, something very strange had happened.

Like every Saturday morning, Terry had biked over to mow the O'Brians'
lawns for a few dollars. Becky and her mom, Mrs. O'Brian, were leaving to
sort some donations at their church, and Cory would meet them there to
help. Mrs. O'Brian suggested Terry stay when he was finished mowing, make
himself lunch, and hang out until they returned a couple of hours later
with Cory.

"Don't forget to lock the doors," she added, before driving off.

They were big lawns, and it was sweaty work. Half-way through, Terry
stripped off his sweaty t-shirt. Streams of sweat trickled down his smooth
and slender, sun-tanned flesh. When he was done with both front and back
yards, Terry put away the mower, and used his t-shirt to wipe the sweat
from his body, and help dry his soaked, bowl-cut blond hair. He lay it out
to dry before sheltering in the O'Brian's home.

Locking the doors, Terry pulled off his shoes, and hit the kitchen to cool
off. After gulping down a couple of glasses of water, Terry flopped on the
family roomMonday, September 30, 2019 floor to watch some cartoons. As a
middle-schooler, they were a guilty pleasure, something that could make him
feel more like a kid than a young teenager. When an ad came on for cartoon
underwear, Terry absently wished they made them in his size. He was just as
quickly embarrassed by the idea, knowing how he'd get laughed at in gym
class. A lot of the other boys were starting to wear boxers, and he already
got occasional teasing for his tighty-whities. But he liked briefs, and
hated the way boxers bunched up.

The door rang, and Terry got up to answer it. Looking out the peep hole
expecting the mail man or church ladies, he was surprised to see Becky's
older sister, with her arms folded. Marcie was supposed to be away for the
weekend. Also, shouldn't she have her own key? He unlocked the door to let
her in.

Marcie was only slightly surprised to see Terry there, since he was a
regular.

"Hey Mure," she said, stepping past. Then she quietly turned to him.  She
looked like an even hotter version of Becky, with big boobs he tried not to
stare at. "Is mom at the church thing?"

When Terry nodded, she said in a somewhat angry tone, "Where's the little
bitch?"

`Bitch?' Terry thought. That's the pot calling the kettle black. "She's at
the same thing. They'll be back in a few hours."

A wide grin spread across her face, and she turned to step out on the porch
and signal to a parked car. Terry rolled his eyes when he saw Marcie's
friends get out. The 3 girls were kind of mean, and her boyfriend was an
asshole. Oh well, can't help that. He went into the kitchen to make a
sandwich as the older teenagers laughed and sauntered into the backyard,
carrying two six-packs of beer. Kevin, Marcie's boyfriend, lingered for a
moment to gaze on the 12-year-old's slender body, and the top third of his
underpants emerging from the baggy shorts sliding down his little hips and
over his bubble butt. "Such a fuckable ass," Kevin thought, smirking.

Terry parked himself back on the family room floor again with a pillow
under his chest to watch a ball game, as loud laughter and the occasional
smell of weed spilled through the backyard screen door. Finally, it
mellowed to a low conversation. He just hoped they'd stay outside until
Mrs. O, Becky and Cory got home.

But such was not his luck. The group of high schoolers strolled back in,
waisted, with smirks of malice on their faces. The formed a circle around
Terry, arms folder or on their hips, staring down at the now nervous young
boy.

"What?" he squeaked.

"Where's the key, Mure?" demanded Marcie. "Better tell her," said another
girl.

"What key?" He genuinely had no idea what she wanted.

Marcie's house key was missing from her car key ring, and it was obvious
Becky had taken it in their usual tit-for-tat mutual aggression. Despite
Terry's protests that he had no idea where the key was hidden, Marcie
demanded he tell her.

"Your little girlfriend tells you everything. If you don't tell me now,
I'll tell mom I caught you two making out."

It was true. Marcie caught her sister and Terry lip locked in the
backyard. What she hadn't seen before she barged out was Cory hidden by a
bush, gently masturbating until it was his turn to kiss Becky, and then
Terry. Nor had Marcie seen Terry's hand inside Becky's shirt, within her
small bra, squeezing her 7-grade baby breasts.

Terry shrugged. She'd only caught them kissing. "I don't care. And I DON'T
KNOW WHERE YOUR FUCKING KEYS ARE!"

Marcie was taken aback, but only for a moment. "Such a rude mouth on a
naughty little boy. And the worst?' She turned to look dramatically at her
friends. "He's a liar!"

"Am not!" he cried out, genuinely worried about what was next.

"You know what happens to rude little liars in this house, Terry Mure?" She
paused in suspense. "They get spanked," she she said through an evil
grin. The other teens laughed. Secretly, Marcie loved to spank younger
kids, and it was a side-benefit of her baby-sitting jobs when parents let
her be firm handed with her discipline.

The other teenagers leered in approval. "Spank him, Marcie!"

Before he could get up to run, they'd taken a hold of his arms and
legs. "Take off his shorts," Marcie commanded, and they rolled Terry over.

"No, please Marcie. Come on you guys!" He begged and pleaded. He'd changed
in front of kids his age his whole life, and gone swimming in his undies or
in the raw with other boys. But being stripped for an audience was
different. It was humiliating. And worse, he could feel his dick start to
harden. "No, please don't," he silently begged his penis, as he lay
spread-eagle in his tight briefs and knee-high tube socks. But at his age,
his dick was the second brain on a stegosaurus.

"Last chance, Mure. Tell me where the key is, and I'll let you slide on
saying `fuck,' you little fuckface."

He knew there was no way out of this crazy situation. He shut his eye, and
tears came out as he shook his head. "Marcie, please. I don't know."

"Oh look. The little baby is crying," Kevin mocked. The older boy was also
paying close attention to the lump pressing up against the front panel of
Terry's snug, bone-white briefs. When Marcie gave the orders, Kevin was the
one to reach down and grip the waistband with both hands on either hip,
slowly lower Terry's undies. One of the girls gasped and a couple giggled
as the waistband caught Terry's half-inflated little boy pole, making it
flop forward. And that final humiliation made it surge to its full, rigid 4
inches.

Kevin secretly adjusted himself, almost as hard as the young boy. He wanted
to pocket the underpants, but there was no way to get away with that. Yet.

As Marcie sat on an upright chair, the girls dragged Terry over. He was fit
and strong for his age, but his struggles were no match for a team of big
kids. Worse, they laughed at how his hardness bobbed about, calling it
"such a cute little pecker," and mocking him with "looks like someone wants
a spanking."

In moments, he was astride Marcie's thighs, with each of the older kids
holding a limb. Then Kevin asked, hopefully, "Should I get your hairbrush?"

Marcie thought about her beloved brush for a moment. She'd had it since she
was a girl, deflowering herself and girlfriends with it. And she used her
special brush to punish particularly naughty boys and girls. She also used
it on Kevin, every now and again. But her hand would be enough for
today. For Terry's first of many spankings, she thought, in wicked delight.

"OK Mure, what's your birthday?" Marcie asked, slowly caressing his
quivering round bottom, making his hardness pulse uncontrollably. He told
her the May 28th. "So 28 swats it is," she replied, ignoring his pleas,
still rubbing his buns before the first slap came down hard.

Terry cried out. He'd only been spanked only once before, when he'd been
playing with matches. And his dad hadn't even hit him hard. Another slap on
the opposite cheek made him cry out again. Slowly, methodically, she worked
his little bottom, making it a fierce red. And somehow that pain was
telegraphing to his dick, making it harder than he thought possible.

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

By the twelfth, he was openly bawling, and the older kids, who'd been
laughing earlier, grew quiet. But Marcie was determined. And Marcie was
getting moister with every contact of her punishing hand on Terry's rubbery
round buns.

Through the tears and his sobbing, he felt his dick raging out of his
control, and by the 20th spank, when his contracting, hairless balls rubbed
against Marcie's bare thigh, he erupted. "Nooouuuuuh! Uhhh nuuu!" he
screamed, as the first slightly milky jet of young boy seed splashed
against Marcie's thigh, and down to the floor.

As she felt the hot wet drops touch the bare skin below her shorts, Marcie
grinned in satisfaction.  She plowed through the last four swats with all
her might, spanking the rest of the cum out him. Then she rested her hand,
caressing the heat billowing from Terry's buttocks, as the young boy
sobbed.

The hands released him. Kevin used Terry's briefs to mop up the evidence,
and one of the older girls gently grasped his softening dick to milk a tiny
of juice. She put it to her mouth.

"How's it taste?" smirked Marcie.

The other girl smiled. It was nothing like her boyfriend's thick, milky
ropes. "It's kind of sweet. Maybe that's true for all boys when they first
get their hairs.

Terry's sobbing slowed, to be replaced by more embarrassment at being
clinically analyzed.

"Widdle boys who get spanked shouldn't have big boy hair," Kevin said, in a
mocking baby voice.

Marcie though about it, and gave an evil smile. Getting up, she helped drag
the dejected 12-year-old to her room, where she had him seated with spread
legs on the floor, in front of her closet mirror. A young, puffy-eyed,
tear-stained boy, naked but for stripped tube socks pulled up to his knees
stared back within an ogling crowd of faces. He squirmed from his agonizing
butt, yet teenage hands locked him in place as Marcie reached in a drawer
and pulled out a wicked looking pink handled thing. It had counter-rotating
wheels.

"We're going to get rid of those dirty little pubic hairs," she whispered
in Terry's ear. He knew his protests meant nothing but again he plead with
her to leave his newly won manhood. There were only a few dozen downy blond
hairs ringing his now soft, two inch penis, so it only took two strokes
with the delineator to rip the blonde hairs around his base. He yelled in
pain, but one girl said, "Now you know what girls have to do with their
legs for boys."

Without being asked, Kevin grabbed Terry's penis by the shaft to lift it
away from his smooth little sack. "Better check there," he said to
Marcie. She gave him a funny look, but bent down and ran the depilator just
where the base met his scrotum. Terry whimpered, and Kevin released his
cock, which had twitched in the holder boys fingers.

Terry stared in humiliation at his newly returned childhood. Marcy pulled
out some cream to rub into the red skin where his pubes had been. Soon, his
dick was hard again, and the older kids were laughing. Marcie pulled a
feather boa out of her closet and tickled him up and down his rigid length,
torturing his quivering little bone. To his horror, it was springing up and
down, beating against his bare pubis. Marcie kept up slow, soft torment,
while Terry's nozzle began to dribble, and he moaned through desperately
clenching teeth.

"Please, stop," he begged.

At last, one of the girl's took pity on him. "Oh hell. Give the kid a
break." She licked the thumb and forefinger of one hand, to stroke Terry's
maddeningly sensitive circumcised head, and with a thumb and two fingers of
her other hand, she stroked stroked his diamond hard shaft fast. It took
only moments before Terry's eyes shut tight, and he groaned. He didn't want
to see himself cum in front of the older kids, as a very thin spurt burst
from his pee hole. Another couple of dribbles followed, and soon he
relaxed, opening his eyes as the teenagers whooped and applauded.

One of the older girls rubbed his bare back. "You're alright, kid. And
Marcie's sister will be pretty lucky if she ever gets any of that." Little
did she know, but he and Cory had done everything but fuck Becky. At least
they weren't laughing at him any more. Kevin wiped up the cum dribbles from
Marcie's carpet with Terry's briefs, and, in secret reluctance, handed them
back to the young boy. Most of the other kids left as Marcie helped Terry
back into his soaked underpants.

"You know we were just having fun, right?" Marcie said, unconvincingly
through her super stoned eyes. He nodded.

"But if you ever feel like you've been a bad boy, you come see Aunt
Marcie," she said, and winked leaving for the back yard. Like hell he
would, thought Terry.

With his fiery behind barely cooled by the semen soaking his undies, Terry
left for the door. But Kevin caught him.

"Not so fast, Mure." He older boy grinned menacingly down. "Little fags
like you don't get off the hook so easily," emphasizing the word "hook."

Terry was pissed, but also afraid. The 16-year old was almost twice his
size. "Wha-what do you want," Terry whispered.

"Just this." Quick as a whip, the older boy lifted Terry by the back of his
underpants, giving him an atomic wedgie. Terry howled in pain and protest
as the leg elastics raked across his tender, well-spanked bottom, surging
into his crack. Kevin was on the football team, and he easily lifted the 80
pound boy up, hooking the back of Terry's undies on the door's spare robe
hook. For a moment, he supported the younger boy's weight by cupping the
strangling front of his briefs, squeezing and relishing in the warmth
within. When he took his hand away, the hook tore through, and soon Terry's
underpants were ripping in his crevice and around the waistband. He was
crying again in humiliation and pain.

"What the fuck?!" Marcie had heard Terry crying out and barged back
in. "You don't know when to stop, you idiot!" she yelled at Kevin, who was
now red-faced and embarrassed. "Get him down."

After he was dropped back tot he ground, the wreckage of Terrry's
underpants slid down to his ankles, and Marcie knelt down to cup him behind
the head. "Sorry dude. He can be a jerk." She reached down for the remnants
of Terry's undies. "

You'll be OK. But these are toast. Stay here and I'll get something."

Giving the cotton shreds to Kevin, she told him to go out back and toss
them in the garbage. He went out back, but pocketed his souvenir to sniff
and savor later.

Marcie came back in a few minutes. "Sorry, Mure. But this is the best I can
do." She held out a pair of Becky's pink panties and his shorts.

He sighed. "Fuck it," he said. How could the day get worse?

"You know what happens when you swear," Marcie chuckled and left. The
panties were some kind of satiny material, and despite the burning pain in
his bottom, they felt kind of good. He looked in the mirror and turned his
back to admire his slender round rump in the pink, ruffle-trimmed
panties. He could almost pass for a girl, he thought, and his dick quivered
a little, inside the tight, smooth confines.

By the time he got his shorts on, the older kids were gone, and he sadly
moped for an hour until Becky and Cory were dropped off by Mrs. O'Brian,
who had another errand to run. After finding Terry morosely rocking in the
family room, they lead him out to the abandoned tree house Mr. O'Brian long
ago built for his daughters.

After Terry told him all about the bullying, both of the other kids were
pissed, and vowing revenge. But what could they do? It would require some
planning.

From the occasional glances by his friends up the legs of his baggy shorts,
Terry figured they were catching glimpses of the pink underpants he wore.

"I'm sorry I'm wearing your panties, Becky," Terry said, quietly.

"That's OK." Then she had an idea that might make him feel a little less
embarrassed. "Let's see how good mine look on you and how they look on me."

He laughed. "Really?" It was kind of funny, but why not? A lot worse had
happened that day. The two kids stood up. While Becky pulled her t-shirt
off, Terry unbuttoned his baggy shorts, which dropped to his ankles. As he
kicked his shorts aside Becky gazed at Terry in her satiny underpants. She
had to admit, there was something really sexy and feminine about the pretty
boy not only in a girl's undies, but in her's. Both boys gazed at Becky's
middle school boobs in her small bra. "I guess this has to go, too, huh,"
she grinned, and they nodded.

They loved her pert, pink little nipples, and despite being worked twice
that day, Terry felt his dick growing yet again within the smooth texture
of his feminine undies. Cory was readjusting the hardness swelling against
his shorts, as well.

Becky bit her lip, noticing their condition, and slowly, temptingly lowered
her shorts. Slender and shapely, she had a fine, round young ass,
stretching a pair of shiny, baby blue panties, frilled at the waist.

"I guess we need a judge," Becky giggled. Both she and Terry looked on at
Cory, who vigorously nodded.

"But it's not fair he gets to keep his clothes on," Terry jokingly
complained.

"Oh, all right," Cory fake huffed, "if you insist." He got up to pull off
his t-shirt, and expose his slender young chest, while Terry reached over
and unbuttoned Cory's shorts, pulling them down his firm, 7th grade
legs. Standing back up again, Terry made sure to drag his fingers up Cory's
thigh, and along the tube pressing up the front of his snow-white briefs.

Terry stood next to Becky, and they both took turns hilariously jutting
their hips and tossing their hair like models. All three were laughing
madly, and having so much fun the initial sexual charge was leaving. Becky
and Cory were glad Terry was back to his old self.

"Turn around," Cory asked. Becky and Terry aimed their behinds at him and
turned one cheek and then another toward the judge. Damn, he thought. They
could both be girls, or really cute boys.

"This is tough," he admitted out loud gently tracing his fingers around the
firm globes encased in girly satin. Then he gently swatted each hot
ass. Terry instantly groaned in pain.

"Oh, gosh, I'm sorry, Terry," he whispered sincerely, wrapping his arms
around his friend's chest.

"That's OK," Terry replied. "You can kiss it better," he giggled.

"Mmm-hmmm," agreed Becky.

She turned to stand in front of Terry and kissed him on the lips, while
Cory dropped to his knees, lightly tickling the surface of Terry's
satin-wrapped buns. Then he delicately pulled down the back of the tight
pink panties, and gasped.

"Holy shit, Terry!"

"What?" his friend asked over his shoulder.

"Your ass is redder than my dad's Camaro." Cory didn't tell him he could
even make out some hand prints on his bottom.

Becky walked behind and her jaw dropped when she saw Terry's roasted
butt. "I'm gonna get that bitch," she muttered. But in the meantime, she
wanted to bring a smile back on her friend's face. She hugged Terry from
the front, then locked her lips to his. Since the boys had taught her how
to kiss, it was her new favorite feeling, relishing the nibbles and pecks
on their lips, and her tongue in their mouths.

Terry gently cupped one of her breasts, lightly squeezing it and making her
moan. Her panties were dampening against the hard pubescent pole pressing
against them. She reached down between them to cup his balls with her
fingers, and his dick with the palm of her hand. She was getting really
turned on by this sexy boy pressing against her through satiny underwear. A
boy who could be a girl who could be a boy," she thought as her mind spun,
and she breathed hard.

All the while, Cory had been gently kissing Terry's tenderized flesh,
loving the heat against his face, and secretly wondering what it would be
like to be spanked, maybe by Terry. His cock pounded against his tight
white briefs at the thought, then licked all along Terry's red mounds,
trying to cool them with his saliva.

Terry sighed, "That feels rad, dude. Don't stop."

Corry delicately licked those buns until they were sticky wet, then gently
pushed Terry's firm thighs apart. Delicately, he used both hands to pry
apart the boy's buttocks, causing Terry to wince a little, then he went
back to kissing Becky, and sliding one hand through her hair, while lightly
sliding a finger tip and down the moist valley pressing through her wet
blue panties. Her little boobs were heaving as her cupped hand slipped up
and down his Terry's achingly angry length. He dragged his finger up to her
special place and gently rubbed through the wet satin, and Becky groaned
and shuddered against him.

At the same time, Terry felt Cory working his tongue inside his divide,
drinking up his summer perspiration. He was trembling and knew he could
blow again at any moment. And he almost did before Becky pulled away, and
put her hands on her hips, smiling shyly. But her eyes gleamed with desire.

"I really want you boys to fuck me," she whispered. "I want you so much to
be my first. Firsts. Whatever."

They sighed. She'd hinted the same previously, but they'd never made it to
home plate. This time, there was something different. She seemed to mean
it. And they stopped. Would they all lose their hetero cherries?

But then, Becky burst the bubble. "But I don't want to get pregnant. And we
don't have any condoms. Next time, we have to have condoms!"

Terry and Cory's shock was quickly replaced by quick vows. They didn't know
how, but they would find rubbers!

Laying back on a couple of cushions, pulling her knees up and spreading her
feet, Becky suggested the next best thing. Terry got between her
legs. Looking back, he saw Cory's hand inside his snug briefs, slowly
rubbing at the sight. He wasn't sure which of his friends he'd rather fuck
more.

As Terry pressed his panty-strangled cock onto Becky's warm, wet groin, the
young girl motioned Cory over and had him kneel on either astride her
breasts. She stroked up and down the length of boyhood stretching his snug
white briefs like the prow of a ship, hungry for the moisture soaked
though. Becky hooked the waistband under his straining smooth sack and
white, round butt, then gently grasped him by his hairless base. She leaned
up on one elbow to bring her boobs higher. He gasped and shivered when
Becky dragged the circumcised tip of his 3 inch penis around each of her
hard little nipples. Becky's tits were wet with pubescent pole drool when
she pulled him forward, into her waiting mouth. Her hips began thrusting
harder against Terry humping loins.

Cory had to rest on his elbows far above Becky's head, and spread his legs
to lower his desperate wand to her mouth. This spread his cheeks,
displaying his rosebud, to Terry's delight.

The other boy was grinding with building passion into the hot, soft wetness
under his panty-clad prick, and he was also hungry for the boy hole on
display. Lowering down, he licked along the salty valley, making Cory
shudder, even as Becky's tongue and lips were pulling him to the abyss.

It wasn't long before they each came hard. When Terry's tongue pressed into
his hole, Becky was squeezing his nuts, her lips working like a sucking
fish on his knob. He grunted, and his anus clenched around Terry's
tongue. Becky had been grinding hard into Terry, and suddenly her brain
flashed with an explosion, as her pussy pressed against the pounding boy
meat pushing through her panties. Her jaw went slack, and she wailed in the
afternoon air.

His friends cumming pushed Terry over the edge to his only joyful orgasm of
the day. So rich with love, he pounded into Becky's hot, wet, shrouded
mound and felt his dick squeezing and pulsating through a profoundly
painful hardness. As Terry shot a tiny bit into those tight pink panties,
he gently bit Cory on the bum, gently gnawing until they all quietly came
down.

Slowly rolling off each other and catching their breath, Becky sighed.
"Terry, you should keep those panties. You look so hot in them. And Cory,
we have to see what you look like in a pair.'