Date: Fri, 23 Dec 2022 12:30:18 -0500 From: Dean Soarer Subject: Deans Bicha Chapter 50 This story is based on my youth. The characters are real with names changed (albeit slightly). Sadly, the sexual portions are mostly fictional. Please do not post it anywhere or take credit for it. If it is illegal for whatever reason for you to be reading this, please stop. Lastly, remember all the wonderful wanks you had while on this site. Donate now. https://donate.nifty.org Author's Note: I thought I had lost most of this chapter in a computer glitch, but thankfully I recovered it. This is the long awaited Fourth of July weekend. Enjoy. Comments/Suggestions welcomed at DeansBicha@gmail.com Deans Bicha Chapter 50 Fourth of July Weekend Friday afternoon We split up our next assignments. Jeff, Randolph, and Robby worked on stringing lights across the yard. That gave Dean and me ('me' is correct here) time alone to talk while we hung red, white, and blue streamers and put American flags all around. "So, did you have fun with Randolph and Robby last night?" Dean asked slyly. "Uh, yeah, I guess so," I mumbled. "Bet you did. Did they fuck you Bicha?" Dean questioned quietly so my dad wouldn't hear. My non-poker face gave me away as it turned red. He started laughing before I said a word. He smiled then asked the question I was fearing? "So, Are Randolph and Robby more gay like you or more like Jeff just wanting to get his rocks off?" Skirting the question, I said, "Well, they certainly like to get their rocks off." "Yeah, what teenage boy doesn't? But you didn't answer the question Bicha. I think I know it anyway. They can play it straight tonight in front of everyone. You'll be the only gay boy to entertain everyone." "Thanks, they were kinda nervous about it," I blurted out before I realized I had just basically told Dean what he wanted to know. He chuckled and said it was "cool". Then THE dreaded question I was hoping to avoid, "Did you think about becoming my permanent bicha?" Dean asked with a grin on his face. Nervously swallowing I fumbled over my response, "I...well, I thought about it." "And?" With a tear in my eye I shook my head 'No' and quietly told him, "Mestre', Why do we have to make it permanent? I like what we've done but I don't know if I'm ready for a life time commitment. I don't know how Ian does it. I mean, he can't even have fun with others when he wants. It's like he's a slave almost." I avoided saying anything about him not jerking off cause I didn't want to give Dean any ideas. "I don't want a slave Bicha. I want a bicha to play with. There IS a difference," he tried to explain but wasn't getting the point across. I didn't give him the chance to continue. "Mestre', can't we just stay the way we are? I do everything you want." Then I thought about how I had limits and with Marla's help we established some ground rules. "Mostly, anyways. Aren't I a good bicha now? "You are! You're the best Bicha," Dean told me. I could hear the sincerity in his voice as he whispered, "Bicha... Jamie, I love what we do. And... and I love you. Really I do. If it were up to me..." He was quiet a few moments before he continued. "It's just... It's just papa. I don't think he'd accept us staying this way. He approves of what we do cause you're a bicha. Our culture accepts using faggots for pleasure. But he can't know..." Dean stopped talking. I knew what he was going to say but couldn't bring himself to speak the words out loud. I had a big decision to make. Inhaling a deep breath I prayed I wasn't going to lose a friend. "Dean, let me answer your earlier question. Yes, Randolph is more gay like me. (I didn't mention Robby.) He told his father who is fine with it. Randolph plays it straight so his brothers don't get accused of being gay too. Please don't say anything to anyone tonight. I just wanted you to know his dad still loves him. I hope that helps." FUCK, I just threw Randolph under the bus. This could backfire big time. I might lose both Dean and Randolph. I had to hope for the best. Dean didn't say anything for several minutes as we placed flags in the center of each table. I heard the other three laughing about something and glanced over my shoulder. Phew, Dean and I (yes 'I' here) were on the other side of the yard and they weren't paying any attention to us. The decorating was done now. We threw the trash away and told our dads we were all finished. Dean still hadn't said anything in response to my confession, or betrayal. "All done boys?" Dad asked. "Everything looks good." The only thing we had left was to bring out the ice chests (coolers) and fill them up with ice, water, soda, and of course beer. Since that couldn't be done until right before the guests would be arriving, around 4:00PM, we had a few hours to kill. I was glad we were done as it was beginning to get hot out. The temperature was going to be in the high 80s with high humidity. Overnight it was only supposed to drop to the low to mid 70s, and still humid. Perfect weather for camping out. Since it was already warm out, Mr. Soarer suggested to my dad, "Why don't the boys come down to our house for lunch and a swim. That will give you time to relax some before everybody gets here and the boys won't be tempted to mess the place up." "Sounds like a good plan to me. Thanks," dad accepted. "Um, Mr. Soarer, I don't have a bathing suit with me," Randolph said. Now Dean, Jeff, and I had been skinny dipping numerous times so we didn't give it a second thought. Even Robbie didn't question it hoping to see some dicks, even if he and Randolph were playing 'straight' boys today. "Oh, don't worry about that. I know most of the time my boys go bare assed. Isn't that right Dean?" Turning a bit red, Dean sheepishly replied, "Yes, papa." What an actor I thought. I'm sure that was all for my father's benefit. It worked like a charm. Dad broke out into laughter at Dean's expense, but was quick to turn it back on me saying, "Don't be embarrassed Dean, Jamie here has been running around in his underwear or even less lately. I would be surprised if he hadn't joined you already in some skinny dipping. Right son?" He turned and asked me. It was not acting on my part as I felt my face flush. "Daaaaad," I said all ashamed. "Go on boys. Go have fun. Jamie, be back by 3:45 to get the drinks ready." "Ok, thanks, we will," I answered quickly knowing we had his permission for some naked swim time. Robbie looked excited if the bulge in his shorts was any indication. He might have to take care of it first if he doesn't want the others to see his boner. Randolph seemed a tad nervous. With his big, black cock he would put the others to shame. I didn't know why he would be hesitant. Dale was just finishing vacuuming out the pool when we walked into the backyard. It was his week to clean it and the reason he hadn't joined us earlier. I introduced Randolph and Robbie. Dale seemed very, very interested in getting to know Randolph. Now I always figured Dale was more straight than bi or gay whenever we fooled around sexually. He always seemed to enjoy himself but what 13 year old boy would turn down the chance to get some relief by a means other than his own hands if given the opportunity? This should be interesting. There was a knock on the door as Matt had come directly from baseball practice. He still had on his uniform. I looked at his crotch and could make out his cup. How I wanted to lick his sweaty balls. I wouldn't need anything to eat besides him I daydreamed. Mrs. Soarer had lunch laid out in the kitchen and told us to go downstairs and wash our hands. Crowding into the boys' bathroom we fought over the sink. Dean stepped up to the toilet and whipped out his uncut cock and began pissing. I noticed he was standing a bit twisted giving Robby a nice show. Shaking his dick a few more times than needed, he turned and facing us asked, "Who's next?" Walking to the sink, Dean wasn't in a hurry to put it away. Robbie was staring intently. I nudged him so he didn't draw the suspicion of anyone, specifically Jeff. It did draw Dean's attention who smiled before stuffing his plumped up member away. Jeff peed next, his smaller, cut cock not did not have the same attraction. If Robbie had to pee, he couldn't have done it with the hard-on currently in his shorts. We headed upstairs and wolfed down lunch. I think it may have been the first time I ate here while wearing clothes. Afterwards, Mr. Soarer told the five other guys to head out to the pool. He said he had to talk with Dean and me first. My pits were completely soaked through. What was Dean going to do? What was I going to do if I could no longer play bicha with them. For me it was exciting being in such a position still knowing at the end of our time together, I'd go home to my 'normal' life. If you can call what I had been doing at home 'normal' under Dean's directions. Shit! Mr. Soarer took us into his office and closed the door. This converted bedroom/office looked out to the backyard. Through the window I watched the guys head to the pool. Robby looked so excited I thought he'd shoot a load just walking. Wait, how was he going to get in the pool with an erection? Mr. Soarer called out my name again to bring me back to reality. "Sorry Mr. Soarer, I was watching the guys," I admitted. Gazing out the window himself Mr. S. said, "Yes, they'll be plenty of time for you to service the guys when we are done here." Busted. "Now undress." Twenty seconds later I was nude once again, my dick at full mast. Cutting right to the point, he asked, "So Jamison, have you made a decision? Are you willing to become Dean's bicha once and for all?" He ran his finger along the underside of my dick, causing it to throb and twitch. "NO!" Dean blurted out a microsecond later. "Papa, Jamie doesn't want to be a lifetime bicha. At least not now. He, no I mean we, WE want things to continue the way they are. He'll be my bicha when we are together with his limits of no scat and no calling him "IT". I'll respect those choices. Is that alright with you? Please papa?" Looking his son over from head to toe, both Dean and I squirmed waiting for an answer. "Why should I allow that Dean?" his father finally asked. "Because..." Dean's voice cracked and he cleared his throat. Licking his dry lips, Dean shocked me when he finally admitted, "Because I'm a bicha too papa. I'm a gay faggot like Jamie, except I like to dominate and Jamie is more of a sub." Nodding his head, Mr. Soarer's mouth curled into a slight smile. "I see." Turning to me Mr. S. said, "Jamison, you are indeed a very special person to get my son to admit that." Looking back at Dean he continued, "Fine. If you wish to be a bicha, even a dominant one, then you may be one, but the price will be high." 'PRICE?!' What was this man talking about? Surely he wasn't going to charge his son money. My brain could only come up with one conclusion: some weird sexual payoff. "Yes papa," Dean defeatedly agreed. I guess he knew there would be a cost after all. "That means both of you," his father clarified. "No. Please papa. Not Jamie. I'll pay in full," Dean pleaded. Whatever the 'price' it had to be BIG enough to scare Dean. Mr. Soarer calmly said, "The two of you." After a few minutes, which seemed like 14 hours, Mr. S. asked, "Shall we show Jamison?" With a very silent and unresponsive Dean, Mr. S. opened a drawer and pulled out a few magazines. When he placed them down I could only see the cover of the top one. On it was a blond boy, no more than 13 years old like myself, standing on a sandy beach dune with his hands on his hips looking down at the camera smiling. And he was totally NAKED. HOLY FUCKING SHIT! Under the watchful eyes of and directions from Mr. Soarer, I flipped through the pages. It was 20 pages of this very cute lad showing off every square inch of his beautiful, hairless body. And I do mean every square inch. In one picture he was bent over facing away from the camera, his hands on his butt cheeks pulling them apart. His tight, pink hole proudly displayed. Whoa! In the last few photos he was having a wank. The last two showed his cock covered in cum, some dripping down his hand. The smile never left his face. Was he really enjoying this camera shoot? Or was he forced into it? Maybe he was getting paid well, who knows. I imagined myself in his place. It would not be long until my imagination became reality. Without realizing it, I was stroking myself. The laughing of Mr. S. brought me back to reality. "Sorry," I muttered as I removed my hand leaving my boner unsatisfied. "Bicha, it is apparent you like this magazine. What about the others?" The next was the same boy with a slightly older, dark haired kid. Inside they started hugging, kissing, and rolling around on a beach blanket. I wondered what it would be like to walk down the beach and stumble upon them. How I wanted to join in the fun. The last magazine was the Holy Grail. The blond was sucking the dark haired kid, which led to him being fucked by the older boy. It wasn't until Dean slapped my hand off my dick that I was brought back to my senses. Once again my throbbing cock would be denied the opportunity to shoot. Dean said I would cum later tonight. So close yet so far. "Bicha, Do you like these magazines?" Not trusting my voice, I simply nodded. "Would you like to play with these boys?" Another 'yes' nod, my eyes still glued to the images. "Would you like to be in an issue yourself?" Now the thought of being in print, naked, hard, sucking and fucking another boy was both terrifying and thrilling at the same time. "I need you to tell me." Clearing my throat I croaked out, "Yes sir." "Good, then as payment, you and Dean will be featured in several. Is that acceptable?" I vigorously shook my head 'yes'. Turning to his son, Mr. S. asked Dean who agreed but didn't seem as enthusiastic as I for some reason. [Jamie's Sidebar: Today, those old magazines are among my most precious keepsakes besides some very old, threadbare boys briefs. I even scanned them digitally just in case something were ever to happen to them. Now, whenever Dean and I get together we reminisce about days gone by, look at the old sex magazines wondering how many dirty, old, perverted men jerked off to our pictures, then we fuck like rabbits.] With things settled for now, we were told to join the other boys in the pool. Dean still didn't look too happy as he led me by my dick naked and hard to the pool. Ripping off his clothes we jumped in to the water. Ahh, it felt so good. As Dean came up from under the water, he announced it was time for some blowjobs to the cheers of the others. By the looks on everyone's faces, apparently I was the topic of conversation. Dale informed his brother of what we missed while we were with their father. R&R had admitted to getting blowjobs from me this morning and fucking me last night (but nothing else). So Dean thought it only fair that they go last in getting a BJ now, and they agreed. Sitting on the edge of the pool Dean spread his legs allowing his balls to hang, his hard cock jutting out, its tight foreskin mostly hiding the treat underneath. Waving it at me he commanded, "Come on Bicha, start sucking. You got six cocks to blow so get busy." I didn't need to be told twice. I gobbled down his hard rod until his boner was totally lodged in my mouth. Pushing back his skin, I ran my tongue around his sensitive dick head. He squirmed under my expert mouth action. I only worked him maybe 5-6 minutes since having not used me in a few days Dean shot off way quicker than usual. Playing with his nuts worked an extra large load of thick, sweet, and creamy cum out of them which I eagerly swallowed. Jeff couldn't be contained any longer and went second. No surprise he lasted all of 3 minutes. What did surprise me was his load was much more substantial and thicker than the thin, watery offerings he had given me previously. Good for him I thought, his balls are starting to produce man sized sperm. I was in the pool the whole time blowing these guys as they sat on the edge. While waiting their turn, the boys mostly ignored me having witnessed it numerous times (except Robby who stayed fairly close and watched my sucking technique. The little horn dog really wanted to watch the boys blast their loads). Matt was third. I moved between his legs then whispered to him, "Wish I could have licked your sweaty balls before you got in the water." He laughed and told me "another day." I would hold him to that. I did suckle his tender orbs for several minutes before going down on him. He rewarded me handsomely with a big load of baby makers after almost 15 minutes. Thank-you Matt. Dale was next. He skull fucked me fast and furiously. I was taken back by his uncharacteristic method though I enjoyed every second of it. Grasping my head he slammed his cock down my throat, mashing his pubes up my nose. I choked a few times as tears ran down my face. Matt even questioned him, but Dale said every now and then a good bicha needs to be put in his place. I wasn't complaining. Ten minutes of plowing my throat caused Dale to erupt sending his hot lava seed straight down my gullet. Then tilting my head back he looked me in the eyes and winked quietly saying, "I gotta play the tough guy occasionally." I winked back. Robby filled my mouth one and a half seconds after Dale withdrew. Everyone laughed as it was so obvious how excited he was. Dean commented what a "horny little dude." While not a fast as Jeff, and certainly not Richard, Robby blasted his load in under 5 minutes. God it was tasty. I wished it had taken longer though I knew I'd have more opportunities. Randolph swam over slowly. He looked unsure of himself. As he stood up along the edge of the pool, I thought his BBC was going to rise above the water like a periscope. I was drooling to get my mouth around it again. Jeff was the first to comment "Wow, look at that fuck stick. It's huge." Randolph gave him a glance causing Jeff to back away. Not that Randolph would ever hurt anyone. Even Matt, my straight friend, was impressed saying, "Holy shit. Can you get that whole thing in your mouth Jamie?" Robby answered for me, "He sure can. You should see him take it up his hole. Now that's awesome," Robby gushed. Figuring he was saying too much, Robby shut up and let the others gawk at Randolph's love stick. Love stick isn't appropriate. Love branch is more accurate. I smiled to myself thinking about the reactions tonight when they saw Ezekiel's big dick. That was massive, almost a Love Tree Trunk. Randolph let me slobber on his black beauty for several minutes of mouth and tongue action. I wasn't sure who wanted it more so I opened my jaw wide and plunged down on him. I wanted to show off my deep throating capabilities. They were not disappointed. Randolph's short, curly pubes scratched my nose. Because he was more a top, Randolph raised his hips to meet my downward motion. This blowjob was a choreographed symphony of sex. Eight minutes later Randolph began showing signs of his pending blast off. Dean encouraged him to give me a facial. When the others joined in, Randolph obliged them by extracting his dick from my warm, wet mouth and sprayed his spunk all over my face. I was covered in it, my eyes shut tight. I could feel the pure weight of his swimmers coating my features. Pushing his seed with the tip of his slime covered cock into my mouth, Randolph ordered me to clean him off. I did so with pleasure. We all needed a short rest after and just enjoyed the refreshing pool for a while. Eventually, I swam under water to remove the last of Randolph's cock snot from my face. When I emerged, Jeff was whispering to Dean who was nodding in agreement. Calling me over, Dean told me to get out and lie on the pool deck. Jeff stood over me and I knew what was going to happen. I opened my mouth to the sounds of laughter seconds before I felt Jeff's hot piss land on my own hard-on. Then redirecting his stream it traveled up my torso to fill my open mouth. He told me to hold it there as he finished pissing on my face. "Swallow." I did. Each of the others took a turn, with Robby and Dean going last at the same time. At one point their dick heads touched. I didn't know which one initiated it, but I'm sure they both loved it. Jeff wanted me to dry off and head home covered in pee, but Dean reminded them the "real fun" starts at the camp out. Part of me wanted to follow Jeff's idea, but I dove in the pool one last time anyway. We dried off and headed back to my house. Fourth of July Weekend Party, Friday Night Dad loved the Fourth of July. We all did. In the next few months Mr. Mann would sell the property across the street to the state for a branch of the State University. In two years time the town's fireworks would be held on the campus and we could literally watch them from our front yard. It drew tens of thousands and was quite the blast. But this year the fireworks were held a few miles away at the town's recreational facilities Saturday night. This year mom and dad were not holding a neighborhood party just to celebrate the holiday exclusively but to say farewell as they would be moving to the restaurant property shortly. Dad invited almost everyone from his old job and plenty of his friends from the gin mill he frequented after work. Mom had reservations about the expense as usual. Most everyone brought food and drinks so mom's worries of it costing a fortune didn't materialize. She too invited her work friends. Including their coworkers paid off in the long run as many, if not all, of them would book the future banquet facilities for family weddings, anniversary, retirement, etc... parties. Marla and Donny invited many of their friends too. All told it was the largest Fourth of July party dad ever held at the house. Even though not everyone invited could attend, there was about 125 or more people in attendance, not including my friends from school, of whom Robby was the only one supposed to be sleeping over. Dean, Dale, Matt, Jeff, Randolph, Eze, and Darius were there also and would be camping out. Dean told me earlier I shouldn't expect to get much sleep. After the main party was over, I would be hosting a gang bang party where the older guys (Donny, Eddie, and a three of Donny's friends plus Archer cousins John Steven and Brian Charles) would be joining in too. He said Raymond, Darin, and Philip would also be attending. Not at the party, but would be for the 'after party event,' were Tyshawn, Andre, and Mervin. That was 21 guys! My ass would be ruined. Could I even accommodate them all, I wondered. Dean threatened to invite Fucking Huck the fist fucker. Huck was just plain brutal. He had promised to shove both of his fists in me next time he saw me. My ass would be destroyed. Thankfully, Dale convinced Dean not to include him this time. Later in the summer Dean had a private party for Huck in which he abused me more than I was during the Fourth of July gang bang. Huck tried but didn't succeed in double fisting me. He did manage to stuff his arm up my ass all the way to his elbow though. I have never been so filled again. It was both horrible and amazing at the same time. How I hated him. The other person I was hoping to avoid was Richard Ruggles, though Dean did ask him. Thinking I had invited him, my best bud Glen asked why during the party. Nobody was really friends with Richard, they 'tolerated' him at best. I said I didn't. The cover story was Richard overheard me inviting a few guys and invited himself. He was not camping out, so at least I didn't have to worry about him later. The party was in full swing with a good time for all. Then we ate which was a huge feast as everyone brought something and the men grilled chicken, burgers, and hotdogs. Afterwards, we basically split into three separate parties: the adults; Marla, Donny and their friends; and us boys. My friends and I were in the backyard. Later, those camping out would be heading back behind the cornfields near the brook. Earlier we moved all our equipment and tents back there so we could 'party' without any parental interference. i.e. I could be "spit roasted until dawn," as Dean told me. For now we were content hanging on the back porch behind the garage. As expected someone finally suggested we play Truth or Dare. I always hated that game because I never wanted to tell the truth when the questions turned sexual so I usually took the dares. Starting with lame questions we went around the group until Dale asked me if I ever sucked a dick? Now besides John (remember him from the fairgrounds) and several others from school, my best bud Glen was waiting for a reply. My face flushed and I could feel the blood filling my dick too. Shit, would I take the Truth or Dare? Glancing around I caught eyes with Richard and knew what to do. "Yes, Richard wanted me to suck him in the science lab but it was so small I don't think I really did. It was no "big" deal. If you know what I mean." I held my thumb and index finger two inches apart. Richard blushed as we all laughed and teased him. Phew, I answered truthfully yet diverted the attention to "Little Richie" who was really, really little. On the next round, the answers had stopped and guys were now doing dares. Robby, yes my secret gay friend, asked if I had ever fucked anyone. I took the dare: Run down to Mr. Mann's barn naked and grab an egg crate. Ok not an original idea, nor one that was even his own. Dean had told almost everyone to give me that challenge saying it would be worth it. It was for them, not for me. I stood there undressing in front of some 20-25 guys. There were many catcalls and whistles when I pulled down my shorts revealing the skimpy black mesh thong Dean told me to wear. It was still better than nothing at all. Hooking my thumbs into the waistband I glanced around and knew I better do this fast as my dick was already half hard. I whipped it down my legs and off. I knew Dean would make me pay heavily if I covered myself. Looking down at my now 3/4 filled boner, I was happy my pubes had grown back despite them being shorter than normal. They like my thong were better than nothing. I turned to run down the cornfields to get my dare over when Donny said, "Looks like you want to do this?" Everyone laughed, causing my humiliation not to be the only thing to rise fully. Robby was laughing the hardest, or was until Donny decided to mess with him too, "Hey, Robby, laugh now, but when Jamie finishes your gonna have to do worse." Oohs and Aahs could be heard all around. Robby practically had to shout over the crowd to be heard, "No problem." There was more laughter from the crowd. "Prove It," Donny demanded. "I double dare you to join Jamie right now." Sorry there was no Double Dog dare or Triple Dog dare. Eddie was hyperventilating over the thought to see if his little brother would join me on my naked run. He nor anyone else would be disappointed. Robby shucked his clothes to cheers. He wasn't hard, but definitely fluffed up. We took off running. He said he was pissed at Donny as we headed down the cornfields, though he had the biggest smile on his face I'd ever seen. The horny fucker was enjoying this. Randolph told me the guys made jokes and had more to eat while we were gone. They had given us 20 minutes to return or we'd have to pay a penalty. I wouldn't know it until a few days later but everything had been pre-arranged, even Donny's dare to Robby in joining me. That was to ensure once we got to the barn, I would be right next to the door when Mr. Mann came out and caught us. Robby ran away as Mr. Mann grabbed my arms holding me tight. He dragged me into the barn and shut the door. Fuck, I was busted now. I attempted to explain the situation and apologized for all I was worth. No avail, Mr. Mann was angry and tossed me in his truck, telling me he was going to bring me home and ask my father if he could administer some good old fashioned punishment. Damn, my ass was going to get beaten. Though the worst part was I was still naked. He couldn't bring me home like this. Not with all those people there! Mr. Mann was driving me back to my house. I pleaded with him not to and explained about the party. I couldn't have over 125 people see me naked and erect. Yes, I was rock solid hard. Did you think I wouldn't be? Driving past my house, Mr. Mann pulled into a dirt road around the bend. He told me "choke yer chicken" to "make that pecker go down." Crying did nothing to dissuade him. I stroked off and blew my load in my other hand as directed. He didn't want my "ball juice" to dirty his truck. Now the seats in that thing were so old and filthy nobody would have known the difference. Regardless, I caught my load in the palm of my hand then licked it clean when he told me, "Eat that shit up boy. Let's see how big a queer you is." My face burnt in shame. As he went to turn the truck around, I begged him to stop. I could feel I was going to remain hard. The waterworks from my red eyes did nothing to prevent me from having to perform like a trained seal over and over again. Mr. Mann pawed at his own crotch, but thankfully never touched me or made me touch him. I did have to continue rubbing out load after load until I was fully spent. On the sixth wank, my balls contracted but nothing shot out of my dick. My poor penis looked beaten beyond belief and was all red and puffy. Convinced it would now stay down, Mr. Mann drove into our driveway. I sat in the truck as Mr. Mann got out. My father appeared and they talked for a few minutes. Then I heard the worst thing in my short life, "Jamison Elliot, get out here this instant." Cupping my hands in front of my junk I slinked out the door and stood before everyone. By now most party guests had come to see what the commotion was. "Stand at attention." When I didn't put my hands down to my sides exposing my stuff, dad leaned over nose to nose with me and said firmly through clenched teeth, "DO IT." As my arms went down, so too did more tears. I stood there looking at my feet. During my physical 50-60 people saw me naked and hard, but I didn't know most of them and they would never see me again. Today there were over 125 people and I knew almost all of them. The humiliation was beyond palpable. I tried swallowing but my mouth was too dry. Between the tears and shooting 5 loads of cum, I was dehydrating. "Well. What have you got to say for yourself Mister? Is this any way to behave? Running around like an immature little kid. I'm ashamed of you." I wanted to die. I tried to say 'sorry,' but nothing came out. I heard snickering off to my right side and saw all the guys who had forced me into this situation, including Dean, Robby, and Donny. I squeaked out, "It was a dare." "What? A Dare. SO, if they dared you to walk down the street naked in broad daylight, would you?" I stayed silent. "Well, would you?" This time I shook my head no. "Well, maybe †hat's exactly what you will do. How would you like that?" Turning to our guests, dad said I has something to say. I knew what was expedited of me. Looking up for the first time I saw over 250 eyes staring at me, or more accurately, my naked genitals, which thankfully were not on the rise from being so overworked. Mr. Pierce was front and centered with a gleam in his eyes. In a voice too soft to be heard by everyone I apologized, "I'm sorry I embarrassed everyone. I should have known better than to pull a stunt like this. I'm truly sorry." "Well, you will be when I'm done with you young man. In front of everyone dad delivered one of the worst spankings I would ever receive. Standing with my hands behind my head (my wilted cock and balls on full display), dad tanned my hide with his belt for almost two solid minutes until his arm gave out. At approximately 45-50 whacks per minute, that was almost 100 smacks. Handing his belt to Mr. Mann, he said, "Be my guest." Mr. Mann delivered another 50 or so whacks turning my ass into a red, purple, and bruised mess. When it was over I said in between tears, "I'm sorry Mr. Mann." "Well boy, you ought to learn. Now you done caused me some damage too. I saw them eggs that was smashed. You gotta pay for them or work 'em off." Now my eyes dried up quickly because there were no broken eggs anywhere. This was also part of Dean's plan. I knew no amount of denying on my part would make my dad believe me so I simply said, "Yes sir," afraid of how I would "work 'em off." "You be down Sunday and I'll figure out somethin' by then," Mr. Mann told me. "He will be," dad answered on my behalf. Mr. Mann handed dad back his belt and departed. Sniffing back tears and snot I stupidly asked, "May I get dressed now?" Mr. Soarer reminded dad of his earlier warning about remaining naked. "I think you can remain just as you are for the rest of the party since you like to run around like that so much. How's that?" "Dad, please no. I'm sorry. It was a dare," I blubbered. "Dare or not, you will NOT get dressed for the rest of the night. You can stay out back with your 'friends' who put you up to this." He didn't know how desperate I was to get dressed. I was already going to be the laughing stock of the night, even more so if I remained naked. Besides Robby and Richard, 8 guys from school (Glenn Cub, John Stanton, John Beckworth, Sherman Strickland, Steve Wise, Michael Stand, Doug Cane, and Paul Phillip) who knew nothing of my sexcapades were watching. How would I ever live this down? "Dad. Please let me get dressed," I begged. "You can make me go naked the rest of the weekend. Just let me get dressed now." "I said NO," dad bellowed out. Still with a bit of determination in me I begged one last time, "PLEASE." "Damn it! When I say No, I mean 'NO'. You can stay nude tonight AND the rest of the weekend for arguing with me. Do you want to try for longer?" I wisely shut up, shaking my head 'no.' There I stood in front everyone totally ashamed, humiliated, and embarrassed. Oh shit, I could feel my dick coming back to life. Luckily, Dad excused us boys and the party resumed. It was just about 9:30 when the guys and I returned to the backyard. Now these parties usually broke up around 10:00-11:00, with some people staying to help clean up. In fact, I had told my friends to have their parents pick them up in that hour. I figured I had at least 30 minutes of what I hoped would be nothing more than good natured ribbing. What I got instead almost made up for everything so far. Now, I was most worried about what my school friends would say to other classmates next year. Then there was fucking big mouthed Richard. Thank goodness for my best bud Glen who defended me when Richard started giving me shit. "Man, what a little cry-baby." Then Richard mimicked me, "Please, daddy. Let me get dressed like a big boy. I don't want to stay naked. Everyone will see my pee-pee." "Shut the fuck up Richard," Glen told him sternly. "You'd be crying if you got a whipping like that too. So what if we can see Jamie's junk. We couldn't with you "LITTLE Richie." The guys all Oohed and Aahed at Richard this time. FYI, that nickname stuck throughout high school. "Fuck you Chubby-Cubby (yes, Glen Cub was more than just husky.) Wait until I tell the entire class about this. Jamie won't be able to show his face in school. Especially since you all heard him admit he sucked my dick. He'll be the laughing stock of the entire ninth grade." "You aren't going to say anything to anybody," John Stanton spoke up. What transpired in the next ten minutes was amazing. Sherman Strickland, Steve Wise, Michael Stand, and Paul Phillip pounced on Richard tearing his clothes off, proving he was indeed "Little Richie." They held him on his knees in front of me. John Stanton and Glen pulled Richard's hair back and directed his mouth over my expanding cock. Doug Cane squeezed the crap out of his balls as insurance he didn't bite my dick. John Beckworth used a tree branch on Richard's ass to encourage him to start sucking my dick. "Face Fuck him Jamie," Glen told me. With encouraging words from the others, including Randolph and his brothers, I did just that. This was pure bliss after what I had suffered earlier. My first two shots went in his mouth, which everyone knew by his muffled screams. Adding to his humiliation, I gave him a facial by spraying the next 4 or 5 shots across his lips, nose, and cheeks. I stuffed my dripping cock back in Richard's mouth and told him to swallow it down, to roaring approval. As they released their grip Richard crumpled to the ground. Not satisfied, Glen knelt next to Richard and said, "You have terrorized guys for years, and that's all over. Got it?" Richard nodded as he curled up in a ball and cried. John Stanton spoke up and reminded Richard, "If ANY of us ever hear or suspect you've told anyone, anywhere, anything about Jamie doing you, you'll answer tall of us. Right guys?" The affirmative could be heard all around. My friends proved how loyal they were to me and I gratefully watched as each and every classmate, starting with John S., delivered a solid kick to Richard's sack, Glen the hardest of all. I wanted to cry, this time from the happiness of having such wonderful friends. Richard dressed and headed out front waiting for his brother to pick him up. My school friends offered me words of encouragement before leaving (except Robby) themselves. That left Dean, Dale, Matt, Jeff, Robby, Randolph, Eze, and Darius. Still a lot of cocks to take in one night I thought. Plus the older boys. I started to get hard thinking about it. I was worried about my dad coming back and finding me erect. I asked Dean if I could jerk off once more. He said no, but did offer another option. No, it wasn't ball punches either. Dean held an ice pack on my stuff, which helped shrink my dick back to normal. Dad, Mr. Soarer, and Mr. Pierce did come back to check on us and told us to have a good night camping. Donny and the older guys who were "camping" out (using my ass) came around back too. Dad took me aside and told me he understood it would be rough on me being "in the buff" tonight, but he hoped I'd learn a lesson from it. What a laugh. I wanted to tell him nudity wasn't an issue now. It had been when all the adults had seen me. After all, how can you be gang banged if you aren't naked? To Be Continued... Author's Note: Well there it is, the start of the weekend. Jamie's humiliation factor has reached its zenith. Short of appearing naked in front of the entire town (or maybe all of his classmates when school starts again) I don't know how he could be more embarrassed. Like the last chapter, this was getting too long so I have broken it into segments. The next part will contain Jamie's wildest sexual adventure, the gang bang, which is partly written, so I'm still open to suggestions/ideas. Should Richard be included? Then comes the aftermath and his punishment, more humiliation and sex of course. Remember, the payment Mr. Soarer is demanding from Jamie and Dean into is strictly fantasy in this story. In real life, it is a big NO. I do so hope you are still enjoying the story. Please let me know. Enjoy your holidays.