Authors note.
Here is the next chapter of a story that I never figured I would write more than a few chapters of. As you readers became more interested in the story and let me know about things you liked and didn't like, I had to figure out what needed to change to keep you interested. In doing so I became more involved in the lives of the characters then I had planned. They became real to me and like you, I couldn't wait for the next chapter so I could see what happened next. I received comments like, "I loved the way Brian is dealing with the unknowns of his first. I can't wait to see what happens next." I was with him on that, before I wrote the next chapter I had no idea what was going to happen next. I left you hanging with who the man would be to mount Brian first. However, it was not till I wrote the next chapter that I decided to have Mr. Donahue be the one mounting him. You all sent me questions with your guess who it was going to be, but I had to pull one over on you and pick someone you guys never even thought of.
It was wonderful getting feedback from K and H. I never imagined that there would be female readers that would find this story interesting.
Real thanks goes out to R for all his help with editing. I never knew how many mistakes I made until I let a teacher grade my spelling and structure. He also caught some real mess ups that had to do with things I said in previous chapters. Thanks again R you are a life saver.
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Chapter 14
New Experiences
I woke the next morning to see Mr. Walters sitting on the bed with his feet on the floor moaning a little. I moved to look over at him and that is when I saw him holding his cock and pointing it at his wife's mouth. She was on her knees with her hands behind her head and her mouth wide open. He was giving her his golden water, only she didn't have her lips closed around his cock. She was actually a few inches away and he was peeing into her open mouth. I could tell that he was controlling his flow, but never stopped peeing and she never closed her mouth to swallow. However, nothing ran out of her mouth, not even a drop.
When he was finished she backed away and he told me to come clean off the last little bit, which I did. He then told me to go pee and come right back. When I got back he was standing there with a really hard cock. "Brian, would you please get into mounting position?"
"Yes Sir." I really didn't want to, I was
hungry and still sleepy. However, it never even occurred to me to say no or not
do what I was asked. I climbed on the bed, with my knees under me and waited. I
felt the lube being applied to my cunt and then the head of his cock at my
hole.
I pushed out hard and he pushed in. It hurt a lot at first and I did scream into the pillow. The pain in my cunt was soon forgotten when Mrs. Walters. started pinching my nipples. Once he was all the way in and set, he waited for a bit. Then he picked me up with his cock still inside and moved me, so I was flat on the bed.
He whispered in my ear, "Are you ok my sweet boy?" I nodded my head. "Good boy. We are going to take our time this morning and make this nice and slow. I want to see if I can get more than one orgasm out of you before I breed you."
Then he started moving slowly in and out. The pain was fading, and I was starting to tingle a bit. It was not only the mounting that was getting to me, it was the way he was nibbling on my ear and sucking on my neck and shoulder. It could not have been more than a few minutes before the tingles took hold and my body stiffened and I saw stars. All through my orgasm he kept going in and out at a slow and steady rhythm.
When I finally recovered from my orgasm, I felt it again, the tingles were coming back. A few minutes later it all happened again. My body went stiff, my toes curled, and I screamed. Not out of pain, but total pleasure. As I was coming down again, I felt him stiffen up, and then that warm feeling inside as he was breeding me.
He collapsed on top of me. It was a little hard to breathe, but I didn't want him to move. The weight made me feel... I am not sure exactly, but I didn't want him to stop. After a bit he did though, standing up and pulling out. I squeezed my cunt as tight as I could so nothing would drip out. I turned and licked his cock and balls clean.
He pulled me into a standing position and hugged me. "What a way to start the day." He pulled back to look at me with a big smile on his face. "I hope you enjoyed it too."
Even though he was out of me, I still felt the tingles. "It was amazing Sir. I can't believe I got the tingles twice it was epic."
He smiled and messed up my hair. Well, I guess he didn't really mess it up, I am sure I had bed head. He took my hand and walked me to the bathroom where we took a shower. When we were done we headed to the kitchen where I smelled bacon cooking. I ran ahead of him and into the kitchen.
Mrs. Walters was there wearing only an apron. "Good morning handsome, how do you like your eggs?"
"If it's not too much trouble, can I get them with the yolks up?
"Sunny side up for my sweet boy. Would you set up the table?"
"Sure, I would if I knew where the plates and the silverware was"
She pointed to where everything was, and I set the table. Mr. Walters was reading the morning paper on this tablet. I went back into the kitchen and asked what else I could do. She poured coffee into a cup. "Can you take this to Mr. Walters without spilling it?"
I smiled at her and said, "Yes mam, I sure can." I took the coffee to the table without spilling even a drop. "Here you go Sir, your morning coffee."
"Thank you Brian." He said never taking his eyes off the tablet.
I went back into the kitchen and carried out plates of food and took a seat at the table. She came out right after me with three cups of orange juice and a glass of chocolate milk for me. The breakfast was wonderful. They asked me a lot of questions about school and how I was adjusting. I told them about the first day when I met Tristan and what happened when Tyler thought he was being funny by introducing me to Timmy. Mr. Walters had just taken a drink when I told him and OJ came flying out of his nose. I was laughing so hard I almost choked on a piece of bacon.
While me and Mrs. Walters were cleaning up Mr. Walters went out to the garage. When the kitchen was clean we packed some drinks in a cooler and carried it out to the garage. I was so excited to see the Jeep in the daylight and without the top on. Mrs. Walters called me over to her and started putting lotion all over my body, and I mean everywhere. She was super gentle with my balls. She told me to slip into my shoes so we could get going.
I was looking for my clothes when I realize that they were only wearing shoes. I am sure I had a surprised look on my face, "You mean we are going naked? What if someone sees us?"
I guess I looked a little panicked by this because Mr. Walters got on his knees and said, "Brian, Breathe. You are on a fifty-thousand-acre ranch. The whole ranch is owned by the Crossman. When the school was built it was on Crossman land, but we sold what we didn't need with the exception of the land the school is on, and they built the town of Clayton on it. The school is the oldest building in five hundred square miles. There are about 500 families on the ranch, so yes, you will be seen but don't worry about it because they will see you naked later anyway for the Bar B Q."
We climbed into the Jeep and there were towels on all the seats. When I sat down he put me in the center of the back seat and reached behind me. He pulled these straps over my head and they rested on my shoulders. Then he pulled a seatbelt from my left side that had a weird buckle on it. He pulled a belt from my right side and clicked it into the weird buckle. He then put this cushion thing under the big buckle and then hooked the straps that came over my shoulder into the weird buckle. He pulled everything tight and used Velcro to keep the pad in place.
The last thing he did was put goggles on me. "Ok buddy, here is what all this stuff is for. The shoulder belts and lap belts I installed just for you. These will keep you seated when we go over big bumps. They may not be the most comfortable, but your safety is the most important thing to us. The goggles are to keep the dust and any flying objects out of your eyes. Are you ok with all of this?"
I was so excited that if I were not belted in I would be all over the place before the Jeep even moved. "Yes Sir, can we go now?"
They both laughed and climbed in. When he started that Jeep, my heart started beating faster with the roar of the motor. Over the next few hours, we went up and down steep hills, over rocks, across a river where I got wet. We were having so much fun we had a picnic lunch instead of going into town. I was kind of missing Owen and wished he could have gone four wheeling with me. After lunch we did more four wheeling instead of going to a movie. I was having so much fun I didn't care. When we were done we landed up at a house with lots of people.
There were naked men and some that were dressed. All the kids, boys and girls of all ages were naked as well as all of the women. He unstrapped me, pulled off my goggles, took a picture of me with his phone and walked me over to a hose. I was thirsty and couldn't wait for some cold water. The problem was that he had other things in mind. I felt Mrs. W come up behind me and put her hands on my shoulder. I watched as he turned on the hose and sprayed me and Mrs. Walters down. She ran her hand all over me and through my hair.
When I finally broke away I was not happy, "Hey mister, what's the big deal freezing me like that?"
He showed me his phone which had a picture of me one it. I was a mess; I was so dusty that I could see that the only clean spot on my face was where the goggles were. I was laughing so hard I fell over onto the grass. Mrs. Walters took the phone and was taking pictures as Mr. Walters was spraying me down with the hose again. When he was done with me he started spraying Mrs. Walters getting all the dust off of her. She took the hose and started spraying him down too.
I looked up from where I was laying on the ground and landed up looking to the beautiful blue eyes of Bill. I jumped up, "Bill, what are you doing here?"
He pointed to the house and said, "I live here. You are wet, but still dirty. Do you want to come in and take a proper shower?"
I looked at Mr. Walters, "Can I?"
"Of course, you dirty little monster." He said as he grabbed me and started tickling me.
Then I heard another voice say, "Excuse me Sir, that is my job."
I turned to see Tyler standing there. I ran into his arms. "Tyler, I am so happy to see you. Look over there." I said pointing at a very dirty Jeep. "We went four wheeling all morning. It was so much fun. I wish you could have gone."
"From the looks of you and that Jeep, I am wondering if you left any of the dirt on the trails or if you brought it all back with you." He said while tickling me. "I just wanted to say hi. I heard you were on the way to the shower. I think you should get going, you stink boy."
We were all laughing until Tyler turned to go back with his family. His butt had welts on it. He got punished by his dad because of me. My heart was breaking, and I fell to the ground crying. Mr. and Mrs. Walters who were facing the other way trying to get the dirt out of their hair came and picked me up. I tried to fight them off. "Leave me alone, I don't deserve any more fun, I hurt my big brother." I broke loose and ran to a big tree and tried to hide behind it.
I heard a voice say, "Boy turn around I want to talk to you."
"Leave me alone I don't want to talk to anyone."
"Boy, if you continue to be disrespectful, I will take the belt to you." That got my attention and I turned around. I saw a man, a handsome man with brown eyes and a gruff look on his face. He was only wearing shorts. "Do you know who I am?"
Wiping my eyes, I looked the man over. "No Sir."
"My name is Mr. Pritchard. Does that help?"
"Your Tyler's daddy."
"That is correct, and you are Brian." I nodded. "You caused a lot of trouble this weekend in my family. Do you understand that?" I nodded again. "Do you have anything to say to me?"
"No Sir."
"With everything that happened last week with my son, you have nothing to say?"
"Yes... I mean no Sir."
"You don't think you should tell me about what happened." I shook my head no. "Might I ask why?"
"Because I promised Tyler I would not talk to you about it. Me talking is what got him into this mess anyway."
He sat down on the ground with his back to the tree. He had me sit down on his legs facing him with my legs on each side of his. "Do you understand why Tyler was punished this morning?"
"Because I panicked at my mounting and you're mean."
He laughed at that, "No Brian, the Crossman are a strict but fair community. Believe it or not we have very few rules for our children to follow. Of these rules, respecting men is at the top. What Tyler did by protecting you that day, was what he was supposed to do. That is the job he volunteered for when he became a big brother."
"Then why was he punished for doing it?"
"He was not punished for protecting you. He was punished for being disrespectful to the men involved. You must understand Brian, out in the world, poor decisions are not always forgiven. With the invention of the internet everything a person does is available for all to see. For example, forty years ago if a person went to prison for something and served their time, they got out with the opportunity for start fresh. If they kept their nose clean and became a good person, no one knew about their past. Now no matter what they do with their lives, there is always that dark cloud that will follow them the rest of it. Crossman law is swift and to the point. Punishments are given and then the offence is forgotten. I raised Tyler to always think before he acts, and not let adrenaline over power common sense. I am very proud that he protected you when he thought you were in danger, but I believe he could have and should have been able to do that without the disrespect he showed."
"I don't understand."
"Brian, I cannot even express how proud I am of my children. I can say that because they have all been taught, as all Crossman children to show respect at all times. Sometimes they make mistakes like Tyler did, but it is very rare for that to happen. I can count on one hand how many times I have had to punish Tyler in his life, and it breaks my heart every time."
"Then why did you do it? You had to know that it was my fault for talking to the Headmaster, not Tyler's."
"I do know it was your fault. However, the punishment had to happen anyway. He had to be punished for his lack of respect by Crossman law. He was ready for his punishment, he knew it was coming, and he prepared himself for it. All you did was make me do it instead of the Headmaster. Now it is over. I will talk with him if he wants to, but the issue was taken care of and now it is over. I will never bring it up to him again, nor will anyone else."
"I understand that now but seeing him with his butt like that because of me just doesn't seem fair."
"Maybe not, but it's just like you had to be punished for breaking the rules and fighting. Did you deserve that? You didn't know the rules that day in the dining room? Your actions even saved one boys life and maybe more."
"No Sir. I didn't know the rules there at FSB, but knew there would be consequences for fighting, I have had to face them before. I knew that there would be there as well, right after the fight in the Headmasters office I knew that I would be punished. Although everything turned out ok, the Headmaster knew that if there was not a punishment for fighting, then others would figure they could do it. It was also a requirement if I wanted to come to the school."
"Very good, I am proud of you for accepting your punishment for what you did wrong. Just like Tyler planned to. I am assuming that you are not aware of how upset Tyler was by what happened to you."
"What do you mean?"
"Tyler came home the next day right after breakfast with you. He came to me and cried. He was so upset by what happened to you he skipped morning classes. Tyler has never played hooky in his life, but he was so upset he need to come home for a few hours and just cry. I have not seen Tyler cry since his mounting."
"Really Sir? I didn't know."
"He knew you were going to be punished, he just wasn't prepared to see it happen. You are not Tyler's brother by blood, but he loves you like you were. I think I know more about you, Tristen, Timmy, and now this Owen kid than I do about my own grandkids."
I giggled at this. I was really prepared to hate this man, but he was right. I may not like it, but all I have seen since I have been here, is happy kids and loving adults. I never saw the kids at my old school this happy, well behaved, respectful, and all around nice. I can't wait to see what happens next.
Bill came over and said, "Sir, I hope I am not interrupting, but if it is ok with you, can I take Brian and get him cleaned up?"
"Of course, Bill. He is a little ripe." He said holding his nose.
Laughing and acting hurt I said, "Ok Sir, I guess if I stink then I can't give you a hug before I leave." I started to get up and he pulled me into a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
I got up and followed Bill into the house and up the stairs. We went into his room. It was really nice. He had model cars on shelves and even planes hanging from the ceiling. "Are you alright?
"I am now that I understand more. I am still a little sad that Tyler had to be punished because of me."
"He wasn't punished because of you. You may have been there, but he was punished for his actions, not yours."
"I guess, but I can't help but feel bad about it."
"That's ok to feel that way, but you need to understand something. Crossman punishments are not like the punishments the regulars are given. Yes, we fear them just like they do, but when they are over we feel proud that we received it.
"I don't get it. How can you be proud of taking a punishment?"
"Has your dad ever spanked you, grounded you, or made you miss something important to you because you did something wrong?
"Yes, lots of times."
"How did you feel afterwards?"
"Angry I guess."
"I am twelve, and I have never been grounded, or missed out on something I wanted to do because I was in trouble. I have had my butt paddled only once, and I took pride in it. Not because I wanted it, I sure didn't. It was about knowing that I made a bad decision, I learned from it, and no one will bring it up again. Knowing the consequences helps me stay focused on doing the right thing. Are you going to get into any more fights?"
"No way, and my friends know what to look for, so I don't."
"Get it now?"
"Yeah, I get it."
"Do you need your cunt cleaned?"
"I don't know. Do you think I do?"
"It is going to be a long day, so I would suggest it."
"Ok, I will go get Tyler or Mr. Walters."
"You don't have to, come with me." We went down the hall and knocked on the door frame of another room.
"Yeah, what's up?" A boy maybe fifteen years old and very handsome took his headphones off and sat up.
"Hey Gabe." Bill said as he went into his room and gave him a big hug and kiss. This is my friend Brian, and we both need a cunt cleaning before the party. Would you help please?"
He stood up and must have been almost six feet. He has straight brown hair and the same incredible eyes his brother has. What was really cool, and maybe a little weird was the PCU he had on. It looked like a dragon. I saw the head and it looked like the tongue was going into his pee hole. Then the body went along the top of his dick with the legs wrapped around it. The body was only about two and a half inches long so if he got hard it would not be comfortable for him. Then the tail went around his balls and hooked to itself. He also had these clear pointy things on his nipples. He caught me staring at him and smiled.
"You Ok Brian?"
"I am sorry, I didn't mean to stare."
"It's totally fine. You can ask me anything, I won't mind really."
"I love your PCU, it is so cool."
"It took me five months to save for it."
"Wow. You have to buy your own? I thought your dad would buy it, since he is making you wear it."
"He will pay for the basic one like Bill is wearing, but if we want something different, he has to approve the design and we have to pay for it."
"It is really cool. What's those things on your nipples?"
I thought they were attached until he reached up, squeezed it, and pulled it off. "These are like suction cups to make our nipples bigger."
"Why do you have to wear those?"
Bill answered, "It's kind of a family thing for us. Big nipples are cool, and the men love to reach around and play with them when we are being mounted."
"I know, they keep pinching mine, and I kinda like it. Do all Crossman have to wear them?"
"Not all of us no. We do because it is a family thing. The only ones that are required to wear them are boys that will be marrying men."
"Will I have to wear them? I know that I will marry a man someday."
"That would be your dads call. It depends on whether he is going to marry you to a man to be his husband when you are out of college, or if he is going to marry you to a man as his wife before."
What he said gave me more to think about and a ton more question. But I guess Bill wanted to get moving and asked, "So, Gabe will you wash our cunts please?"
Since he changed the subject so fast. I will have to ask Mr. Walters about it later. "Sure, not a problem. Hey is this the Brian that had the panic attack on the stairs?"
My face turned redwithred
with embarrassment "Yes it's him, and I helped him past it like
you and dad do for me."
"I am proud of you little bro. Hi Brian it is nice to meet you." He said shaking my hand. "Don't worry about being embarrassed about it. Bill was not making fun of you or anything, we just tell each other everything."
"That's cool, my brother Donny and I are the same way."
"Great, I can't wait to meet him. Will he be coming today?"
Feeling a little sad I said, "No, he is in Syria on a church mission."
"Dude, I am so sorry. I didn't realize you were that Brian. I can't imagine how you guys are feeling. I don't know how I would handle it if Bill and I got separated like that."
"It is really hard, and I miss him every minute of every day. He wanted me to come here and be successful at FSB so that he could go there and help people. When he gets back, I don't know how he will get married and have kids."
"Oh, why it that."
"Because I plan to hug him and never let him go." I said with a giggle that got them laughing too.
I followed them to this huge bathroom. It had the same cunt cleaning table that we have at the school. I climbed onto it without being told. He had the same hose as Mr. Walters. I wondered why the school didn't"
"Are you excited to be at your first Crossman Bar B Q? We are going to have so much fun." Bill said.
"I am happy to be staying with my favorite teacher and getting away from the school for a while. I have never been to a Bar B Q like this before. I must admit I am a little nervous."
"Don't be, we will have great food and lots of fun and games."
I was washed out four times to come out clear. During the washings, I was getting lots of kisses from Bill and Gabe. Then Gabe went on to clean Bill's cunt. More kissing went on during that. Wow is it hot in here or what? After Gabe said I was done the three of us climbed in the shower and Gabe washed us both. I was surprised that Bill was still getting bathed by his brother and liking it, but I thought it was cool and I liked it."
When we were done and dry, we went outside to join the party. There were a lot more people here now than there were when we got here. I was feeling very nervous about the whole thing. Then I heard my name screamed in a voice I would recognize anywhere. I looked for where it was coming from and didn't see him till he tackled me with a hug. "Brian, I have missed you so much."
"Did you have to knock me to the ground bonehead? How bad could you have missed me I just saw you yesterday?
He looked at me with his goofy smile and said, "I missed you a lot so suck it up buttercup."
We were both laughing when we stood up. I pulled him to me and planted a kiss right on his lips. "Ok boys, get a room."
I turned to look at two older versions of Timmy. "You're just jealous because he's cuter than you are." Timmy said as he was sticking out his tongue.
The older one said, "Yea, he's cute, but not as cute as you." Then he grabbed Timmy and started tickling him.
The younger one stepped over to me and held out his hand. "Hello Brian, I am Tommy and that is our older brother Toby."
"I shook his hand and said. "It's nice to meet you. Timmy has told me so much about you that I feel I already know you." I shook hands with Toby when he was done torturing Timmy.
Toby looked at me and asked, "Why are you smiling so big."
"Because Timmy and Tristen are always waking me by tickling me. Do you know how hard it is not to pee the bed when you first wake and someone it is tickling you?"
Tommy got this big smile on his face and said, "Timmy, have you been a naughty boy and tickled your friend before he has had a chance to pee in the morning?"
Timmy was smiling but shaking his hands in front of him. "You can't believe everything that kid tells you."
Then Toby gets behind Timmy and says, "But we do believe him you mean little boy."
They grab him and went to town tickling him. I am laughing so hard that I never noticed Tommy letting him go and grabbing me for tickle torture. When they finally let us go, we fell to the ground trying to catch our breath. The last I saw of them was walking away high fiving each other.
We caught our breath and Timmy said, "Ok, we are even now."
"How do you figure? I was calling it even till they attacked me, I still owe you."
"How about we worry about that after we get something to drink?"
"Sounds good, but I think I better check in with Mr. and Mrs. Walters first."
Timmy and I walked around a little looking for them. I could not believe all the people here. This cute naked little boy, maybe six years old and what looked to be his sister also naked at maybe eight came running up to Timmy.
"Hi Timmy, I am so glad you are here. I didn't see you at school all week." The little boy said.
"I know Milo, I am a bad cousin."
Milo giggled and said, "No you're not, you are the best cousin in the whole world. Just don't tell Tommy and Toby, or they will get jealous. They said if you were the best cousin then they would lock you in your room till I changed my mind." He giggled more, "I am sorry you will have to spend forever in your room."
Timmy got down on his knees and held out his arms. The little boy ran up and gave him a big hug and a kiss on the mouth. He then turned and looked at the girl. She was a little on the chunky side but really cute. "Well Tabitha, do I get a hug and kiss from you?"
She looked around and said, "I don't think so, you know how I feel about stinky boys." She giggled.
"Well, I am not fond of smelly girls either, but I would deal with it if I had to."
She went forward and gave him a big hug and a kiss on the mouth. "Even though you are a stinky boy, I love you this much." She said and held out her arms as far as she could.
Timmy took a deep breath and said, "Well, I guess even though you are a smally girl with cooties, I guess I love you this much." He said spreading his arms and pulling her in for another hug. "Hey guys, I want you to meet my best friend Brian."
Before I knew it I was getting hugs and kissed from both of them. I never thought I would ever kiss a girl that was not my mom, especially a naked one. I guess I have to get used to it around here.
We started walking to the crowd when we heard someone talking real loud. As we approached, there was a man and a boy standing on a stage. The boy looked like he was ten or maybe eleven, fatter than me and smiling from ear to ear. The man had his arm wrapped around the boys shoulder.
Once the crowd quieted down the man spoke loudly so everyone could hear. "Ladies and Gentlemen, can I please have your attention. Today is a special day for me. My wonderful son Adam is turning twelve today. No man could ask for a better more obedient son, I am so proud of him. Today my son will receive his first PCU and I am so happy I could bust. If you don't mind though, before I put it on him, I would like to read something I wrote for him."
People in the crowd said, "Go for it." and "Read it for us."
"Thank you folks, this means a lot to me." He unfolded the paper and started to read.
"Between
the innocence of babyhood and the dignity of manhood, we find a
delightful creature called a boy. Boys come in
assorted sizes, weights and
colors, but all boys have the same creed: to
enjoy every second of every
minute of every hour of every day and to protest
with noise (their only
weapon) when their last minute is finished and
the adult males pack them off
to bed at night.
Boys are found everywhere – on top of,
underneath, inside of, climbing on,
swinging from, running around or jumping to.
Mothers love them, little girls
ignore them, older sisters and brothers tolerate
them, adults ignore them, and
Heaven protects them.
A boy is Truth with dirt on his face. Beauty
with a cut on his finger,
Wisdom with bubble gum in his hair and Hope of
the future with a frog in his
pocket.
When you are busy a boy is an inconsiderate,
bothersome, intruding jangle of
noise. When you want him to make an impression,
his brain turns to jelly or
else he becomes a savage, sadistic, jungle
creature bent on destroying the
world and himself with it.
A boy is a composite – he has the appetite of a
horse, the digestion of a
sword swallower, the energy of a pocket-size
atomic bomb, the curiosity of a
cat, the lungs of a dictator, the imagination of
a Paul Bunyan, the shyness
of a violet, the audacity of a steel trap, the
enthusiasm of a fire cracker,
and when he makes something he has five thumbs
on each hand.
He likes ice cream, knives, saws, Christmas,
comic books, the boy across the
street, woods, water (in its natural habitat),
large animals, Dads, trains,
Saturday mornings and fire engines.
He is not much for Sunday school, company,
school, books without pictures,
music lessons, neckties, barbers, girls,
overcoats, adults, or bedtime.
No one else is so early to rise or so late to
supper. Nobody else gets so much
fun out of trees, dogs, and breezes. Nobody else
can cram in one pocket-a
rusty knife, a half-eaten apple, three feet of
string, an empty Bull Durham
sack, two gum drops, six cents, a sling shot, a
chunk of unknown substance and
a genuine supersonic ring with a secret
compartment.
A boy is a magical creature – you can lock him
out of your kitchen, but you
can't lock him out of your heart. You can get
him out of your study, but not
out of your mind.
Might as well give up – he is your captor, your
jailer, your boss and your
master. A freckled-faced, pint-sized,
cat-chasing bundle of noise.
When you come home at night with only the
shattered pieces of your hopes and
dreams – he can mend them all like new with the
two magic words – -Hi DAD!
(Written by Alan Beck)
He finished up with tears in his eyes turned to his son and gave him a big hug and a kiss on the mouth. I could tell the boy was getting tongue and the crowd clapped and cheered. When they were done, Adam got onto a box and stood in display. The Doctor from the school came up on stage and stood in a way the whole crowd could see what was going on. I looked around and found that Tristen, Aaron, Patrick, and Bill were standing with us with smiles on their faces.
The Doctor pulled one of those long wooden Q-tips out and put lube on the tip. He then held Adam's dick and inserted it into the pee hole. I could tell that it did not feel good by the look on his face and the tear on his cheek. The Doctor actually left the Q-tip in his dick while he grabbed a tube that was about three inches long and lubed it up. He slowly pulled the Q-tip out of Adam's dick just to be replaced with a tube that was pushed in. Then his dad came up and placed the PCU on his dick locking in the tube. He then he forced his balls through this ring. It looked like that hurt more than the tube. Once that was in place he connected the two pieces and put a small padlock on it. That was it, now Adam would not be able to touch his dick till college or marriage.
Aaron said, "Man that was so cool I can't wait for mine."
"I don't get it, why is this celebrated?"
Patrick spoke up, "Brian, there are steps in our lives that are celebrated because they are important. Just like birthdays or anniversary's. First is when we are able to swallow a mans seed straight from his cock without spilling any. Then it is receiving a man's golden water straight from his cock without spilling any. Next is our mounting, then the PCU, graduation, marriage, and children of our own."
Bill said, "These are thing that you may not totally understand yet, but as you learn about the Crossman, you will come to understand how significant these milestones are to us. You are new to us, but your mounting was a big deal, right?"
"Yea, it was the day I truly became a Crossman."
Timmy took over, "Yes, and it is a day you will remember for the rest of your life. You were not happy about it but look at how far you have come in a short time. You are in our family now and nothing will ever change that. No matter where you go, or what you do, you will always be a Crossman and always have family."
I was not sure what else to say, I had so much to think about that my head hurt. We all headed over to a big trough with lots of ice and everything to drink from tea, to sodas, to water, and juice boxes. I thought about getting a Dr. Pepper but decided on a juice box instead. My mom says that soda is bad for me, so I don't get it often. The movie we went to last weekend was the first soda I had in a long time. I was just looking at a table full of almost any food you could imagine at a BBQ when all of a sudden I was wrapped in a hug.
I looked up to see who it was, "Hi Mr. Walters I was on my way to find you but stopped for something to drink." Showing him the juice box.
"How's it going, are you having fun?"
"I guess so, there are so many people."
He took my hand and pulled me over to a quiet place. "Brian buddy, I know this is a lot for you. Be honest are you ok? If you need to leave, just say so and we are out of here."
I know he was worrying about my panic attacks, and I am not going to say that I was not on the verge a few times. However, I was not going to ruin his good time with my problems. He gave me so much happiness since he picked me up yesterday, that I was not going to ruin it for him.
"Are you kidding?" I asked smiling, "The only way you are getting me out of here before I get some of that roast beef, is to chain me to the bumper of the Jeep and pull me out of here."
He laughed and said, "Ok, but there is something we need to talk about. During these events, the men get horny and you know what that means. Be respectful, do what is asked, and work hard to please them. If you get to a point where you have had enough, you come find me and I will keep it from happening."
I guess I hadn't thought about that, but I should have. "I will be ok Sir. Now I have an important question for you, when do we eat?"
He messed up my hair again, "I think we have an hour before it will be time to serve. Now go find your friends and play."
I was looking for Timmy when Bill found me. "I have been looking all over for you. My mom wants to see you."
"Did I do something wrong?"
"Wow dude, relax. Just because an adult wants to see you does not always mean you're in trouble."
We walked back up to the house and around back. I followed Bill through a screen door and into what looked like a beauty shop. There I found two naked women, one I assumed was Bill's mom and the other was Mrs. Walters. "Mom, this is my new friend Brian."
"It's nice to meet you Brian."
"It's nice to meet you to mam." I just realized that I didn't know Bill's last name.
Mrs. Walters pulled me to her and ran her fingers through my hair. "You see what I was telling you? Something has to be done with this."
"Oh my." She said as she ran her fingers through my hair. "This will be a challenge, do you want a masculine look, or something softer?"
"Well I think for now we need to go masculine, but not a buzz cut or anything."
I wanted to protest, but if there is one thing I have learned about these Crossman, even the women, just keep my mouth shut. Whatever will happen is going to happen whether I like it or not.
"Ok Brian, jump up in the chair."
Bill was sitting in another chair giggling. "If I said that I didn't want my hair messed with, would it make a difference?"
Both women and Bill laughed, and Mrs. Walters said, "If I said yes, would you walk out that door?"
I may be new to being a Crossman, but I am not stupid. When an adult asks a kid a question like that, it is always rhetorical. "No, I guess not."
Over the next fifteen minutes they talked, combed, clipped, and shaved my head. They kept me pointed away from the mirror until the end. I looked down and saw so much hair and figured that they had scalped me. I almost fell out of the chair when she turned it and I saw myself. I looked... Awesome! Gone was the mop that I could never comb and looking back at me was... Me with this incredible hair style that I would have never thought I would have and looked good in. Without the mop, my face even looked thinner.
The style had my hair cut short, close on the sides, and kind of a wave at the front. I could not believe it was me. I got out of the chair and looked closer at myself in the mirror. Bill's mom put a hand mirror behind me and above my head a little so I could see the whole thing. I turned and looked at her, and before I knew it I had her wrapped in the biggest hug. I had my face in her boobs but didn't care.
"I guess that means you like it?"
It took me a minute to form the words, "More than I can tell you. I have hated my hair for so long and now look at me." I looked over at Mrs. Walters, "How do you think I look? Is it ok?"
"I thought you were handsome before, but now you are gorgeous."
"Really, you think so?"
Bill came up to me and said, `Well, I don't know. Still looks just as funny to me."
I stuck out my tongue out and looked back at Mrs. Walters, "Can I go show Mr. Walters and Tyler? Please."
Bills mom said, "Bill, take him out back and wash him down with the hose to get all the hair off of him." She grabbed his shoulder and with a stern voice, "Just his body, not his hair. Got it son?"
"Yes mam, I got it. Come on Brian."
As soon as we got outside I grabbed Bill and hugged him. "Thank you for letting your mom do this. I know you won't understand this, but this means so much to me. I have never liked the way I looked. My hair was a big part of that."
"First, I had nothing to do with that. I was just told to go get you, I had no idea why. Second, this is what we were talking about before. If you have a problem, then it is our job as a family to help your through it. Mrs. Walters must have felt it was an issue for you, or she would have never gotten my mom involved. My mom is the best at what she does, and most of the Crossman and Cboys come to her because she is so good. Now, you are welcome for whatever I had to do with this."
He hit me with the hose off the back porch without getting my hair wet. Then he gave me a towel and when I was dry, we were off to find Tyler and Mr. Walters.
We ran into Timmy and Patrick first. "Wow, you look great Brian. I had to look twice to make sure that was you."
"You really think so Timmy?"
"Totally buddy."
"Yea, I agree with Timmy, that cut looks great on you."
"Thanks guys, that really means a lot. I have to go and try to find Tyler and Mr. Walters."
Before I knew it the four of us were running all over the place looking for Tyler and Mr. Walters. We found Tyler first, he was standing with Jr, Brad, and Brendon. "Tyler! Tyler!"
He turned around and got a big smile on his face. "Yes, can I help you?"
"I wanted to show you my new haircut."
"Oh, Brian, is that you? I didn't even recognize you."
Giggling, I said, "Yea right. What do you think?"
"I think you look fabulous she did a great job."
Brad, Jr, and Brendon all said how much they liked it. Then it was off to find Mr. Walters. We found him sitting in a chair with this little boy licking his cock. All I could think of was that cock was in my cunt a few hours ago.
"Mr. Walters, look and my new haircut!"
The boy never stopped what he was doing, "Brian that looks great. I can't believe that you are the same boy I went four wheeling with." He looked down at the little boy licking his cock and said, "Tony, I think it time to eat."
"No please, I am not done yet."
"I promise I will let you finish before I leave ok?"
"Yes Sir." He said with a pouty look on his face.
Mr. Walters picked up the boy and gave him a kiss with tongue which made the boy smile. The boy only looked to be about six, and not very attractive. I can't describe it, and I am sad that I am thinking it, but he just looks weird. He makes me look hot.
We heard a bell ringing and Mr. Walters said, "Ok boys, let's go eat."
We got in line just like school. I grabbed a tray, plastic wear wrapped in a napkin, and a paper plate. The food looked wonderful. I got some BBQ beef, a rib, corn on the cob with lots of butter on it, and some potato salad. We took it over to the table and sat down with Mr. and Mrs. Walters, Timmy, Bill, Patrick, Milo, and Tabitha. Mr. Walters was still holding Tony in his arms.
Timmy got up and grabbed my arm, "Let's go get some drinks. What does everyone want?"
We took the drink orders and I asked Mr. W, "Would it be ok if I had a Dr. Pepper?"
"Brian, you can have anything you want, as long as you are having fun."
I looked at Tony, "Don't you go eating my dinner you,"
Giggling he said, "Who me?"
Laughing I joined Timmy and Bill as we went over to grab some drinks. Dinner was amazing, I didn't know most of the people at the table, but we joked around, talked, and laughed a lot.
Once dinner was over and cleaned up I followed the guys over to the stage. Lined up on the edge of the stage were a bunch of boys and girls in mounting position with their butts hanging over the edge of the stage. Timmy, Bill, Patrick, Aaron and even Tristan were climbing up on edge of the stage and getting into position.
Timm looked over his shoulder at me and said, "Hurry up bonehead, get into position.
Reluctantly I climbed up on stage beside Timmy, got into mounting position and waited. That is when I heard a man's voice. "Men, we have a line of beautiful cunts here waiting to be filled. The line is now open."
I heard men talking and I felt my butt and cunt rubbed by many hands. Then I felt a man come up behind me. I didn't' turn to see who it was. Timmy was holding my left hand and Tristan had my right. That made me feel a little better.
I jumped a little as the man was putting lube in my cunt. I felt the head of his cock touch my cunt and I pushed out. He felt it and he pushed in at the same time. I bit into my arm so I would not scream out and embarrass myself. It turned out to be a stupid thing to do, because a lot of the other kids cried out, even Timmy.
I turned my head to look at him and he said, "What? It always hurts going in."
The man in my cunt buried himself to the root and waited. Then after a minute or so started pulling out to the head and going all the way back in. He was going slow at first, and the pain was going away. Then like a bang my tingles started. I looked over at Timmy and he had this funny look on his face, so I think the tingles were happening to him to. Then I was hearing moaning from my other side and Tristen was going wild.
The man in me leaned over me and started licking my ear as he was going in and out and said, "Your hair looks very nice Brian. You were already hot, but now you are so sexy it will be hard to keep my hands off of you."
I was in shock I knew that voice. I turned my head and there smiling at me was the Headmaster. I was being mounted by the man that made this all possible for me, and now I was getting the tingles like nobody's business. First I saw stars, then my toes curled (I could have picked up a truck with my toes I was sure of that.), my body stiffened, and I let out a scream like a girl. I was too far gone to be embarrassed about it, and I was not the only one doing it.
As the tingles were passing, the Headmaster started licking my ear again and said, "That's one. How many more can I get out of you?"
I heard the man on Timmy say the same thing. I knew that voice too, it was Mr. Michaels, the history teacher. I only got two tingles, but they were amazing. When he pulled out I turned and cleaned him up, making sure there was no cum left on his cock or balls.
He reached down, picked me up, and carried me over to a chair. He held me on his lap till we both recovered. "I waited a long time to be able to do that Brian. Let me tell you, it was worth the wait.
The rest of the night was more relaxed. I was so tired I went and found Mr. Walters and we joined everyone on the big lawn. Mr. Walters leaned up against a tree and I sat on his lap with his chest to my back, and my head on his shoulder. I asked when we would be leaving, and he said, "Not quite yet buddy, there is one more event left."
I was not sure I had the energy for anything else. I was so tired. That's when it happened, the sky lit up with fireworks. I have been to a few fourth of July picnics, but nothing like this. The fireworks went on for about an hour, then it was time to go home. I don't remember the ride I was asleep before he started the engine.