Date: Mon, 28 Feb 2022 22:59:40 -0500 From: Dean Soarer Subject: Deans Bicha Chapter 43 This is my story, please do not post it elsewhere or take credit for it. If you are not 18 or it is illegal for you to read this where you are, then please leave. This story is set in 1974, when HIV was not a thing. Please play safely today. Please Remember Nifty. DONATE NOW. Nifty provides countless hours of entertainment for us all. Let's show them we appreciate their services. Comments welcome at DeansBicha@gmail.com Dean's Bicha Chapter 43 Friday Morning. I must have stared at the ceiling above my bed for over an hour trying to fall asleep. My dad 'suggested' I 'hit the hay' as he had another surprise for me: fishing tomorrow. We were finally going to take the new boat out. When I questioned him about work he said he was taking a vacation day. Wow! A weekday fishing trip. Unfortunately, after he bought the restaurant, we didn't get to use the boat much that first summer. Eventually, we would use it more in subsequent years. My mind was swirling with questions. What school would I go to? Being a skinny nerdy type, would I get picked on? Would I meet new friends? Certainly not like Robby. Would I be able to be friends with him still? What about Randolph? We were moving farther away from him too. It would be impossible to ride our bikes to each others houses. What would the busboy Nathan and the kitchen worker say or do once they learned of me being the boss's son? Most importantly, what about Dean and Dale? I couldn't be their Bicha living so far away. I wasn't a happy camper as sleep finally came upon me. Dad was shaking my foot to get up. Opening my eyes I groaned and asked for 5 more minutes as I covered my eyes with my arms. Dad said 'nope' then grabbed the covers and ripped them off of me. My eyes flew open and my arms quickly attempted to cover my morning wood. Laughing, dad said, "Better take care of that. You don't want to keep popping 'stiffies' all day long. Unless you're using that as your fishing 'rod' today," he roared. Dad told me to hurry up and he'd get breakfast ready. He left the door open, as he typically did, and headed to the kitchen. I grabbed my hardon and started stroking. I smiled when I thought how daring, or stupid, it was to lie naked on my bed pulling my pud, with the door wide open and my family home. A couple of short minutes layer I felt my balls tighten and watched as my cock spewed out 5,6,7 shots of boy batter across my lower stomach, three more drops landing in my recently regrown pubes. They were about 1/2 inch long now so it no longer looked like I kept myself smooth. Thank goodness. Swiping my index finger through the puddle of goo I had a pre-breakfast snack. Just as I was about to remove the pearly white drops from my pubic hairs nature called. I dashed to the bathroom to do my business, quickly taking a morning pee and dump then washed my hands. Looking in the mirror I could see the three white drops of spunk hardening in my bush. The kinky side of me decided to leave it there and head back to my room and put on the leopard print bikini underwear I wore last night. Opening the bathroom door I was startled to find dad standing right outside. He scanned my naked body and chuckled, at what I didn't know. "Go eat, I made you a mushroom and cheese omelet. It's getting cold." Oh for fucks sake. Really? How many times is this going to play out like this? Yesterday mom makes me eat naked, now today dad does. Unbelievable. I still tried to get out of this, "Can I, I mean, May I go put something on?" "If you didn't run around starkers you wouldn't have to worry. Now would you? Go!" He sternly said pointing to the kitchen. Defeated I practically flew to my chair and started eating. Glancing down I almost shit again. I now knew why dad had chuckled. He must have spotted the drying cum in my pubes. Why didn't I clean those? Nothing I could do about it now. Dad followed me and sat down to drink his coffee. He started talking about our fishing trip which luckily distracted me from my predicament. More luck was on my side when dad told me to go get dressed after I finished. He would clean up the dishes. Racing to my bedroom I jumped into my clothes. Now that the damage was done, I once again made the decision to leave my pubes crusted with cum, which was fairly transparent by now anyway. We loaded up the car with our fishing gear, hooked up the boat, and we were off. "So, what do you think about us buying the restaurant?" Dad asked. "I think it's great. I'm really happy for you." I tried to sound upbeat but dad could hear the reservation in my voice. "But..." he said. I didn't say anything. I didn't want to ruin it for him by being the spoiled brat who didn't want to move away from all his friends and change schools. "But you don't want to move? Do you?" Since he brought it up, I answered honestly, "No. But I understand," I sulked, my chin resting on my chest. "Well, what if I said, you might not?" My head snapped up, "WHAT?! You said we were moving out there." "Your mom and I said 'WE' are moving out there. We didn't say you and your sister were. All the details haven't been worked out, but I think it's safe to say you and Marla are staying in the house." "Really? How? Really?" I asked astonishingly. I can't tell you what my father told me as we drove to our fishing spot which was on a small lake about 30 minutes from our house. All I could think of was I'M NOT MOVING! Thank heavens. Mom filled Marla and me in with the details on Sunday. Dad's settlement was $240,000 after attorney fees. Not a fortune by today's standards but a boatload of money in 1974. Mom, being the financial planner of the family and far more the saver than dad, had almost every dollar allocated. It still seems so weird how far that kind of money went back then. As I mentioned previously, neither of my parents made tons of money. We were probably on the lower end of "middle class". Buying the restaurant was a dream of my dad's but too huge a gamble for mom. Now we had the means to buy it outright, thus making the probability of my parents earning a living from it much higher. Both my parents would work there until mom sold it after dad died, thirty years later. Mom kept immaculate records which I discovered when I took over her finances a few years before she passed, fifteen years after dad. Purchasing the actual restaurant ,including the small house on the 22 acres of property on which it sat (yes it was in the country), cost $105,000 plus another $30,000 for renovations and upgrades. Mom earmarked the rest of the funds for: a.) $60,000 - three years of living expenses just in case the restaurant didn't provide, which was more than they would have made working; b.) $10,000 - to pay off the house, they moved back into it 5 years before dad died when he "retired"; c.) $10,000 for Marla's wedding (we all knew she and Donny would tie the knot someday) and $5,000 for her dental hygienist school; d.) $15,000 for my university (four years at the state school, with housing and meals, totaled less than that. Today, one semester will cost you more. How crazy!). The last $5,000 mom held aside for future family vacations. While dad wasn't the business person, he would have given away meals and drinks for free, mom kept a tight grip on the money. To that end, dad's strong suit was his gregarious personality which drew customers into the restaurant and bar. Given its location, mom and dad expanded the business into a very large scale wedding venue. During the spring and summer, it wasn't unusual to have multiple weddings on any given weekend. Even the first few years before the expansion, the funds mom set aside for their salaries were never needed. Mom hired a financial guy who invested very well. With the proceeds from the eventual sale also invested, I was astonished that mom and dad's estate was worth just over $4.5 million dollars as I filed their probate documents. My parents were down to earth folks who lived a rather simple life. I never knew they had amassed so much. It was a testament to their character that money wasn't everything and it didn't change them. Life lessons for which I am grateful they taught us kids. Anyway, sorry for that trip down memory lane, now back to the story. Fishing was super. I beat my dad catching 4 trout to his 3. Funny thing was neither of us like to eat fish, we gave them away. While we pulled the boat onto the trailer, dad said he had another surprise for me. We drove down the road and pulled into a roadside parking lot with a hot dog vendor's truck. Dad said if he never bought the restaurant he would have liked to have one of these. Though I doubt he would have survived standing on his feet all day long, especially in bad weather. As we were eating our hotdogs (mine with mustard and sauerkraut his with chili) I was surprised as a truck pulled along side our car. There was Mr Pierce along with all three of his sons, Ezekiel, Randolph, and Darius. It seems dad had arranged to meet up with them and spend some time this afternoon fishing a few streams in the area. Mostly dad and I used the boat and still fished in our lucky spot then would do some trolling on the way back to shore. Mr. Pierce liked to hike through the woods along smaller streams and the occasional larger rivers. My first thought was 'Oh boy, Randolph!' My second was 'Oh no, Eze and Dari.' Still this could be interesting if we got some time away from our dads. We all hopped out of our vehicles and greeted each other. Mr. Pierce gave me a firm handshake as his eyes raked up and down my body. I didn't know whether to be freaked out or excited. My hardening dick answered the question for me. For once I was glad I was wearing underwear to conceal my expanding erection. We ended up following Mr. Pierce to one of his favorite fishing spots. Driving down a narrow, windy, dirt road to a small parking area in the middle of nowhere, dad wondered 'where are we going, bumfuck?'. We had a good laugh over that. Eventually we came to the dead end clearing and parked. There was actually one other truck there. Mr. Pierce hoped that whoever was here wasn't in his fishing hole. Hiking along a path through the woods we came upon a river which appeared to be some 30-40 feet wide. Following the river we walked about a quarter of a mile to a cleared area which was Mr. Pierce's 'spot'. He was glad nobody else had taken it. It wasn't really big enough for the 6 of us to stand along the bank of the river so Darius suggested us boys head further downstream. Mr. Pierce told us to be back by 4:00. It was only 1:45 now which gave us just over two hours. Eze led the way, followed by me, then Dari, and Randolph brought up the rear. We had barely walked 200 feet around a bend in the river when Darius came up from behind me and yanked my shorts to the ground. My shocked gasp of "WTF" made Eze stop and turn around to see what the commotion was. Darius laughed even more at my leopard print bikini underwear before he ordered his first of many commands, "Strip Bicha Boy." "No. Stop you guys. Papa might come down and catch us," Randolph unsuccessfully pleaded. Needless to say, Randolph was outvoted 2-1 (I didn't get a vote). Less than 2 minutes later and 200 feet from where dad and Mr. Pierce were fishing I was fully naked except my socks and sneakers. Dari held onto my clothes for 'safe keeping'. There is no need to wonder if I was fully hard or not. My boner pointed the way. After 5 or so minutes of hiking (which seemed much longer for my nerves) Eze stopped at a nice clearing. Darius wanted to continue to the end where there was a small dam, but Eze figured whoever had parked the car we saw might already be there and we, especially me, wanted some privacy. Randolph didn't want to leave me but followed his older brother's instructions and continued down the path to check it out. He returned confirming that two guys, late teens-early twenties, were fishing at the dam. Randolph returned to find me on my knees sucking Dari off already. "Come on guys, we can't do this here. Papa or those other guys might see us." "Relax Randy. Papa ain't gonna ruin our fun. He knows the deal." What if them two guys head back this way?" Randolph asked. "We'll let 'em have a go at your fag. Maybe they'd dig a piece of the action," Dari replied as he plunged his hard chocolate cock in my mouth repeatedly. Despite any arguments Randolph could make, he and I knew I was screwed, both literally and figuratively. Eze had stripped down during the 'debate' and pushed Dari out of the way. Dari stopped complaining when Eze reminded him he was already lubed up and "he's got two holes." Pulling my ass cheeks apart, Darius spit on my exposed rosebud three times working his natural lube in with his thumb. Moments later I was screaming around Eze's donkey sized dick as Darius impaled me on his fuck stick. Randolph's begging him to go slowly went unheeded. Bent over at the waste with my hands on Eze's hips for stability I knew I wouldn't be doing much actual fishing for the rest of the day. Dari didn't need to be told to be quick. He filled my ass with the first load of boy batter after only 3 or 4 short minutes of pounding my butt. Once he extracted himself with a pop, he and Eze switched places. I was presented with a cum covered cock in my face. "Clean me queer boy," Darius ordered. "Just like you been taught, Ass-to-Mouth." Meanwhile, around back Eze lined up his long schlong and inserted it, thankfully, slowly. "Ahh, Yes. I want you to feel every inch going deeper and deeper Bitch." Feeling his curly pubes up against my butt I knew he had bottomed out. "Such a sweet ass." He rested only a few seconds before pulling back out smoothly. With just the head still lodged in my hole, Eze held onto my hips and leaned over my back. "Get ready to have your honkie ass destroyed," he whispered in my ear. At the very moment Eze slammed his dick full force up my chute, Darius grabbed my head and stuffed my throat with his own cock. My eyes bugged out since I was unable to make any sound at the invasion of my holes. "Guys, please. Go easy," Randolph pleaded. "That's me. Nice and EZE," Eze laughed as he punctuated each word by slamming into my ass. Darius and he high fives each other while laughing even more. Satisfied for the moment Darius withdrew his cleaned cock from my mouth. "Hey, fagboy 2," he said to poor Randolph, "come get yourself a piece of this." "No, I'm good." "Oh, how sweet. Don't you want to use your fag friend?" Darius taunted his older brother. Looking down at the ground, Randolph's head shot up when I looked over and said to him between Eze's slamming my ass, "It's ok. Come on Randolph, let me suck you off." "See, he wants it bro. Now give it to him," Dari ordered. Reluctantly, Randolph came over and stood before me. I watched in anticipation as he lowered his shorts, hooking the waistband under his golf ball sized balls. Regardless of his protests, I was face to dick with his gorgeous, uncut, dark cock which was already rock solid hard. Reaching up with one hand I skinned him back revealing a mushroom head glistening with precum. I ran my tongue around the tip savoring his taste. God how I loved this dick. Seconds later I was making love to it with my mouth. Closing my eyes I visualized from above the sexy scene we were creating: A white twink being spit roasted by two black beauties. How I wished Dean was here to capture it on film. I don't know if it was my cocksucking skills, his horny nature, or both that had Randolph soon enjoying a hot warm mouth surrounding his entire cock. I breathed in deeply every time his wiry pubes tickled my nose. Eze was still doing his part to drive my face further and further into Randolph's groin, not that I was complaining. Both brother's began a frenzied fuck almost trying to outdo each other. Eze yelled out as he blasted his spunk into my bowels. Randolph followed suit a half second later. Their hard cocks remained lodged in my holes as they came down from their orgasms. Suddenly we all twisted our heads around when we heard, "Well, well, well. What do we have going on here?" It was the two guys Randolph had seen fishing down at the dam. DAMN! To Be Continued... AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry for another delay in posting. Shoulder recovery is coming along but physical therapy has taken time away from writing. At least typing is getting easier. I think I may try getting shorted chapters out sooner rather than the longer ones. Please let me know what you like, dislike, and I'm always open to suggestions.