Date: Wed, 27 Dec 2023 21:52:56 -0500 From: Dean Soarer Subject: Deans Bicha chapter 60 Deans Bicha Chapter 60. Author's Note: I'm having a bit of difficulty writing the scene were Dean tells Jamie about Jeff sucking dick on Monday while Jamie was working at the farm. I know what I want to happen, but the creative juices aren't flowing for that story line right now. Plus I got Covid. Luckily, I'm fully vaccinated and my symptoms were rather mild. So instead, I'm jumping ahead, only for this chapter and next, to Christmas time. I thought of these two scenes and if I wait until I can work them into the story chronologically then it might be years until they are posted, given how long it took me to get to July 4th. Thus, here is a preview of Jamie's life 6 months from now. Rest assured I will return to the 'present' summer storyline. Remember, this is my story so please don't post it elsewhere. If it is illegal for you to be reading it, then leave this site. Lastly, don't forget to DONATE to Nifty. Chapter 60 Christmas is just a few days away. How can that be? Seems like it was just summer vacation. Boy, has my life changed since then. Mom and dad have moved to the restaurant, quitting their jobs, and business has been booming. Mom, ever the cautious one, is still a tad skeptical it will last. However, Dad's friends have been frequenting the place steadily. I know they have had plenty of fights over all the 'free drinks' dad has given away. He says it's good advertising. Mom says it's pure profits going down the drain. She did present him with facts and figures and finally convinced him it was cheaper to offer free desserts after dinner than free drinks in the restaurant so he has agreed to that. On the bar side of the business dad has been "advertising" with free appetizers. He has been making money hand over fist. Well, not really but dad is ready to expand the banquet business while mom of course wants to wait until at least the first year is finished. It will be interesting to see how that plays out. Though with all of the holiday parties booked we could use more dining space right now. Marla, Donny, and I have been lending a hand on weekends. I've been working some Fridays and most Saturday nights as a busboy. Not officially, but since it's a family business I can work even though I'm not 16 years old. Not really a busboy either, more a SuckBoy. Even though I jumped ahead in the story, let me backtrack slightly. Dad closed the restaurant side down for 6 weeks or so this fall to remodel, which made mom really nervous. However, the bar side kept the money flowing. In order to keep his regular employees on the payroll, dad had almost everyone work during this time period doing something or other with the reconstruction and/or remodeling, including 'him'. The Grand Re-Opening was scheduled for the third Friday in October. Mom need not have worried that customers were going to forget about the place as people were lined up out the door waiting for tables. It was a huge success. Anyway, the project began on an early September Saturday morning. Donny, who was helping too, had driven us out Friday night. We couldn't do much in my small bedroom which shared a wall with mom and dad's bedroom. Marla stayed back at the house as she already was busy studying for her classes. I was able to suck Donny off twice last night and once again this morning. Sadly, we didn't dare make too much noise so he couldn't fuck me. It was just going on 8:00AM and by the faces of everyone there, they were not morning people as most were still half asleep and barely listening to the foreman explain what needed to be done. Looking across the group I spotted 'him'. There 'he' was, standing with a few other employees not really paying attention, that was until 'he' spotted me. Then 'his' head flew up and 'his' eyes widened. As luck would have it, 'he' was assigned the same task as I was, moving out all the tables and chairs and putting them in one of the storage sheds out back. Who is 'he'? Nathan. Remember Nathan? He was the gorgeous busboy I sucked off the night dad brought our family here to tell us we were buying the place. I hadn't seen him since then and boy oh boy he was as hot as ever. He was wearing jean cut-offs (as most of us did back then) and a tight, white t-shirt which looked to be a size or two too small. The sleeves were so short I could see his armpit hair tufting out as his arm was propped up on a stack of boxes. Something about boys underarm hair still makes me horny. Even though I was nervous in seeing him again, I licked my lips in anticipation of wrapping them once again around his hard shaft. When our eyes locked on each other, as they had in the summer, he smiled from ear to ear. Despite my face flushing there was no doubt I still had enough blood to send southward as my cock expanded. When Nate (as he was called) winked at me I almost shot my load. Good thing I didn't because I wasn't allowed to wear any briefs and I didn't want a huge wet stain appearing. My bulging crotch was prominent enough. Nate wasted no time in scurrying over to me when everyone began his/her work assignment. "Hey. Long time no see. What's up?" "Yeah. Not much. You?" I asked back. Looking directly at my trapped boner while rubbing his hand casually over his own engorged member Nate smiled and softly said, "Oh, I've got something that is 'up.' Hope you are still willing to take care of it." "Sure thing," I quickly answered causing him to laugh. "Let's get these tables and chairs moved quickly then find a nice private spot." Nate introduced me to the third guy working with us, Brian a 19 year old college kid who was normally a waiter. It took a little over an hour to move everything. Nate and I were racing to get the job done fast. Brian wanted to know what the hurry was. I practically died when Nate said, "Oh, no rush. Just figured I'd give Jamie here more time to blow me." "What?" Brian coyly asked, a smile barely contained on his handsome face. "Yeah, the kid sucks dick." My face was on fire with shame. What if this gets back to dad? How could Nate so casually tell this other kid? What I didn't know then was Nate and Joey, the kitchen guy I blew in the summer, had bragged about the new owner's son being a true blue cock sucking fag. Shit. Next thing I know Nate says, "Come on, we gotta be quick," as he begins to close the door. Along with the additional tables and chairs we just put inside, this shed had a huge tent which the prior owner would put up in nice weather to accommodate outdoor parties. The door wasn't even fully closed when Brian dropped his shorts and underwear and flopped back landing on the rolled up tent. With his short gym shorts and briefs around his ankles he spread his legs wide allowing his hard cock to protrude from his flat stomach under a medium sized bush of soft, light sandy colored pubes which looked mouthwatering. Hell, the whole package was. Brian lifted his t-shirt over his head tucking it behind his neck. With his hands behind his head he simply nodded downward. I dropped to my knees, no other words were spoken or necessary. His moans of appreciation told me and Nate I was doing a good job. "Told you he was good. Didn't I?" Nate asked. "You sure as hell weren't lying," Brian answered as he took his right hand and placed it behind my head. A second later my nose was smashed into that soft pubic hair. I inhaled deeply taking in his scent. As my mouth was full of Brian's 6 1/2 inch dick I couldn't protest when Nate reached around me and unbuttoned my cut-offs. Not that I would have anyway. Pulling me up to my knees I knew what was about to happen and my hole began watering in anticipation. Nate ripped my shorts off over my sneakers. Now kneeling between my legs he worked his spit covered fingers in my butt. I began squirming and moaning around in pleasure and anticipation. "Anxious isn't he?" Brian asked. "This homo is so horny he doesn't even wear underwear to get in the way of getting fucked," Nate informed Brian as he tossed my shorts to the very back of the shed. Even with a mouthful of dick and about to get one in the ass I blushed from the humiliation. My erect bone only proved Nate's point. "This here queerboy is going to get lots of business. Ain't that right?" Nate asked me as he slapped my right asscheek. I could only grunt a positive response with my mouth full of dick. The two of them laughed even more. "Ready?" Nate asked giving me exactly 1/100 of a second to prepare for his assault. That's an accurate description as he plunged his entire rod up my chute in about the same time. My muffled scream was music to their ears. I was stuffed with hot cock front and back. After maybe another 1/100 second I began rocking between these two hot pieces of flesh. With time being in short supply Nate began pounding away at my backdoor as Brian slammed my nose repeatedly into his groin. These boys were going to cum and cum soon. The only sounds that could be heard were our grunts and the slapping of my chin hitting Brian's balls while Nate's nuts smacked into my own down below. Brian was the first to pop. He filled my mouth to overflowing. His cum was thick and sweet. I loved my mid-morning snack. When he pulled out because he became too sensitive, I swiped my tongue across his dickhead causing him to moan. Meanwhile, Nate was bring up the rear. We could hear his balls thump, thump, thump against mine. He 'quietly' shouted out, "Oh fuck," as his baby makers coated the lining of my ass. Figuring he wasn't expecting it, I knew I had better spin around fast if I wanted to ATM him before he put himself away. Nate and Brian were grossed out (as most guys are the first time) as I licked his dick clean. "Man. That's one sick dude," Brian exclaimed. "Yeah. He sure is. We're gone have fun whenever he's here," Nate responded. Still on my knees but straightened up I looked at the two of them and proudly said, "Thanks. If we do more of that we sure will have fun." The two of them quickly redressed as I looked for my shorts. They were perched on top of a stack of chairs in the very rear of the shed. Nate thought it was hilarious when I scrambled over the folded tent and tables in an attempt to get them before he opened the door. I failed. I was only about half way to reach them when Nate and Brian exited leaving the door wide open. Shit and double shit. If anybody is around I'd be spotted for sure. Once I had my shorts in hand I made my way back to the shed door and reached out to close it before getting dressed. Big mistake as kitchen worker Joey and another guy, Eric a dishwasher, walked by. Seeing me Eric's eyes almost fell out of his head. Joey just grinned as he approached already in the process of unhooking his jeans. Eric followed when Joey waved at him to do so. Once the door was safely closed, I knew I'd be spit roasted for a second time this morning. Joey took charge and threw me across a stack of chairs as he got into position. He told Eric, "Fuck his face. His ass is mine." One second later I'm fully impaled on Joey's slender love stick, his scratchy pubes itching my ass cheeks. Eric, who was about 6'4" and well over 240 pounds was not someone I would normally want to do but I was hardly in a position to say 'no'. Actually, I was in just the right position for them to release their sexual tensions. Less than 10 minutes later I'm swallowing another load of ball juice as my ass was coated with Joey's soothing cream. Eric finished first and was all tucked away by the time Joey unloaded. Like I had done earlier with Nate, as soon as Joey pulled out of my twice used hole I turned around and began licking his cock clean. I probably should stop telling you about every time that I performed an ATM which was standard by now and only tell you when I rarely didn't clean the ass and cum juices off a cock just removed from my chute with my tongue. "Boy, I thought you and Nate were pulling our chain about this punk," Eric said as the two of us pulled our clothes back in place. "Nope. He is a pure 100% fag. Ain't that right kid?" Joey asked me. My beet red face once again did little to decrease the amount of blood trapped in my boner. Joey then told me, " You better lose that before you go back outside." I opened my shorts again allowing my throbbing cock room to breathe. Wrapping my hand around the shaft I began fisting it fast and furiously. "Oh shit, I don't want to see that," Eric said as he walked out, leaving the door open once again exposing me to anyone who happened to be going by. Joey laughed and grabbed my shorts and pushed them to the floor where they puddled around my sneakers. "Keep going kid. Have fun," he said before he too left. Triple Shit. Fuck it, I was way too horny to stop now even if either of my parents saw me. They didn't but two more guys did as they began laughing as I stood in the open doorway pounding my meat. All my training didn't go to waste as I felt my climax approaching I automatically moved my other hand under my dickhead and caught my spunk in the palm of my hand. Taking a deep breathe I looked at the two newcomers directly in the eyes as I lapped up my mess. They didn't need much encouragement from Joey who I heard tell them, "Go for it. He's got two holes that need to be plugged." For the third time in less than a half an hour I'm being spit roasted this time by two employees whose names I didn't even know at that point. The first one who I was sucking had a short but fat dick. He blew his load rather quickly. The second one looked very familiar. 'Did I know him from somewhere?' I wondered as he slammed into my ass with brutal force. Anyway, you all know what I did after they finished. While the one who fucked me was having his schlong cleaned the first one said in shock, "Holy fuck. That's the nastiest thing I ever saw." "Naw, my brother said he knows a homo that does far worse." "Worse than licking the cum off your dick you just screwed him with?" The first asked in astonishment. "Yup," the second responded. "Like what?" The first questioned. "What do most guys have to do after they shoot a load?" "I don't know." "I bet you have to do it right now," the second told the first. "Pee?" The first questioned. "Yup. My brother told me about a faggot that he used who drank his piss. Let's see if this one is just as perverted." FUCK! I was hoping nobody would discover or try that with me. Maybe when Robby/bobby comes out some weekend he can do it as he loves it. He's been drinking Eddie's brew all summer long. With me still on my knees from the ATM, the second guy stuck his dickhead just inside my open mouth. "You better swallow it all or you're going to get a golden shower fagboy." A few moments later his bladder released and my mouth began filling with his golden nectar. I had to close my lips around his cock to swallow. He cut off his stream and had me open my mouth again so his buddy could see him fill it five more times, with me swallowing each load in between. Pulling back he told me, "Close," before he shook the last half a dozen drops across my face. "Open," he said which allowed him to hawk up a huge loogie and spit it in my mouth. "Swallow." I did but was disgusted as his slime went down my throat. Funny, I'd gladly swallow cum, less so piss, but snot was just gross. "Cool. Let me have a go at him," the first now wanted a turn. Unlike his friend, the first guy simply let his load fill my mouth at a rapid pace. I had to chug his recycled liquids, some of which spilt out of the corners of my mouth running down my neck getting absorbed into my t-shirt. Damn, I was going to smell of piss all day. He too hawked up some phlegm which slid down my gullet. I'd rather swallow 10 loads of cum than 1 of spit. The two left me on my knees as they exited. I heard the second guy say, "Man, I can't wait to tell my brother Huck I got me a faggot at work to use. Maybe we should get his and mine together and compete to see who's the bigger queer." THAT'S IT. Now I know why he looked so familiar. He was that fucking mean bastard Huck's brother. Holy fucking shit. If I ever was subjected to abuse from both of them at the same time I'd be dead for sure. Well, Dean did arrange that later on and I did survive it, barely. I'll tell you about it sometime. Sliding my cut-offs on I began to worry about the three loads of ball batter swimming around my hole. I prayed it wouldn't leak out and stain my shorts. It did. So much for praying I thought. Nate pointed it out to me and I wanted to go change but he said no. It didn't matter as I didn't bring another pair with me that weekend. I wouldn't make that mistake again. Somehow the rest of the day went by without any more sex much to the guys' disappointment. Truth be told, mine too. Though I did notice everyone smiling at me. I knew I was in store for many more experiences staying with my parents on weekends working on the remodel. By the time of dad's grand Re-Opening I had 'done' all of the male workers either orally or anally, many both ways. Twenty-two different dicks to be exact. I guess I had turned into the house slut. Back home on weekdays, Dean was excited to hear about each weekend's activities. I did have to 'pay' the price. For every sexual act I performed at the restaurant, I had to double that during the week. I had no problem paying my 'debt'. He did come stay a few times with me. He played the 'straight' guy and informed everyone he was my Mestre' and I was his 'Bicha'. Now that was embarrassing. So the entire restaurant staff began calling me 'Bicha' too, including my dad. Mr. Soarer 'confirmed' that it translated to "little one" and said it was a 'term of endearment'. Imagine having your own father call you a 'faggot' only in another language. I was grateful he never learned of its true meaning. Mr. Pierce came out a few times for some plumbing issues and would bring Randolph. I made it look like Randolph "accidentally" stumbled upon me and whoever was using me at the time. Randolph would then be 'convinced' to join in the fun. We made sure to keep his straight boy cover intact. Robby/bobby was jealous and would join me in October for the Grand Re-Opening. More than the restaurant was 're-opened' that weekend. Robby/bobby proved to be a bigger slut than I and even managed to get gang banged that first Saturday we opened. He spent 3 hours bent over taking dicks down his throat and up his ass. Of course, he also swallowed more than a few loads of piss, much to the total amazement of the guys. I had to work the dining room floor or my parents would have been suspicious as to where I was. Without underwear I was worried that the 4 loads of cum I had up my bum would leak out and stain my black work pants. I had reason to be concerned when one of the waitresses whispered to me not to bend over as much cause it looked like "you wet yourself". I almost died right on the spot. By mid November things were really picking up. Marla and Donny usually worked either a Friday or Saturday night waiting tables. Really bringing dinners out to the tables more than anything. They didn't mind giving up one evening a weekend since they were living in our house rent free. Hell, expense free since mom still paid the bills because I was living with them. The other part of their "rent" was looking after me weekdays. Back in the summer when mom and dad first moved I was required to remain naked "at all times" unless specifically told I could dress. Twice so far I've been forced to answer the door to salesmen. How embarrassing. I was to say I just got out of the shower if questioned, neither guy ever did. Of course, I threw wood both times. Thankfully, either Marla or Donny was home those days so I was safe from being molested. With the colder weather (and the house still kept cool to save on heating costs per mom) I was allowed to wear sweat socks and an old fashioned red, union suit with a flap for sitting to do my business. It's pretty tight and you can clearly see the outline of my cock. It's better than nothing so I don't complain. Though I wish I could wear underwear with it. Whenever I have to pee, the last drop always shows a big wet stain no matter how many times I shake. Fat chance of that happening. I've only been allowed to wear briefs to school on gym days, which is twice a week. I even have to take them off in the boys' room later on during the day. Thus most of the time I'm commando. Fucking Richard checks. I get nervous Friday and Saturday nights staying with mom and dad cause I'm only given the old, worn out, hole riddled, dirty, pee and cum stained no longer white briefs to bring with me, only to wear if caught without. If mom sees them she'll freak. So I usually run to the bathroom and back nude. My parents have come to accept that I walk around naked most of the time and have even laughed about it with my sister and Donny. Dad would go into orbit if he discovered not only was that ratty old pair of briefs the ONLY one I was allowed to wear ever, but I was forbidden to wash them either. Gosh, how they stunk from piss, poop, cum, and sweat. The front of the waistband was dirty brown from where I hooked my junk over it when I peed with them on. I'm not allowed to 'shake' either so many drop of pee have been absorbed into the now yellow pouch. I can't say I use them as a cum rag since I ingest most of it. However, when I get a facial I can wipe it off on them. All the guys (Dean, Dale, Matt, Jeff, Randolph, Eze, Dari, Mr. Pierce, Tyshawn, Andre, Mervin, Donny, Robby/bobby, Eddie) all routinely spray a load in them every week. I have shot a few loads in them too. That doesn't even count all the miscellaneous dudes who have plastered them also. So they are kinda crusty too. Kinda? They are almost as stiff as my dick. The congealed cock snot is yellowed, hard, and quite rough and scratchy when I do wear them. Back in the summer Robby wanted to go a month only wearing one pair. His were not nearly as filthy as these are now. Wearing them to school on gym days I try to change quickly into my athletic supporter so nobody will see them. Dean has ordered me to go to the boys locker room toilets 4 times wearing them only. It's quite humiliating, and we all know what happens then. Yup, I get a boner. This is Dean's "advertising." That would be almost unbearable if that were the worst thing I've had to suffer in school so far. Dean is working on getting me to suck off every guy in my grade or maybe the entire junior high (now called a middle school). Richard has taken an active role in recruiting guys for Dean. Thus far, out of the 46 other boys in my team I have blown 13 of them. Robby, our friend John, and Richard being three of them, so only an additional 10 guys. A bit of an explanation: In my junior high, which was grades 7-9, we were grouped into 'teams' which consisted of four classes where each teacher taught one subject (math, social studies, science, or English). The students rotated among the four so we really didn't get to interact with kids from other teams except in after school activities and sports. My activity was Cocksucking 101. Richard was excellent in recruiting members for my 'services' usually after gym class. Thankfully, my best friend Glen from 7th and 8th grade was not in our team. I would reconnect with him (nothing sexual) once we hit high school. As nervous as I was about being exposed publicly to the entire school and being ridiculed, that never happened. While Dean, Richard, and even my kinky friend Robby/bobby schemed to get me to swallow 46 different loads of ball juice that year, I was never harassed because of my oral skills. Richard mainly worked on getting the 'jocks' who were way too homophobic ever to admit I sucked them off, let alone pick on me. Robby worked on the rest. So far the score was Richard 6, Robby 4 and the school year wasn't even half over. But I'm getting off topic. That's another story I'll tell you more about later. All was not rosy as there would be a hugely humiliating event the first weekend in December. On Friday after school I had to give Dean, Dale, Matt, and Jeff their daily blowjobs. This day they came up to my house so we could leave as soon as I was done. It also gave Marla the opportunity to see how 'good a cocksucker' I had become. Matt was too embarrassed to let her see him so we waited for his till last when Donny would be there to observe. With four loads of boy ball batter in my stomach, I had to listen to their critiques. I wanted to crawl under the house as each one, including Matt, said what his favorite part was. Matt actually surprised me when he said he loved the way I stuck my tongue in his pee hole and worked it around getting every last drop out. My face was burning in shame as I was then ordered to 'whack off' and 'eat up.' (That was not the traumatic event.) As we left, Marla told Dean, "It's all taken care of." I wondered the entire drive out to the restaurant what 'IT' was. I had my suspicions since I was wearing my 'special' briefs as they had become to be known. Not only that, but they were inside out. My tight t-shirt was too short and came to just the top of my jeans. Actually, they were Matt's jeans. He was stockier than I and his waist was a few inches larger than mine which resulted in his jeans sagging low on my hips. This was long, long before it became a 'fashion statement' to wear your jeans hanging off your ass so most of your underwear was showing like so many kids do today. Fuck me. Mom is so going to freak if (more accurately when) she sees me. I had been down this road before and every time mom made me take my underwear off and turn it around right on the spot, after she administered a few spanks on my naked butt. She even did it at the family reunion after I had been gang banged in the woods by the older boys. Of course, she didn't know about that part. Yes, I know I still owe you that story too. I was cutting vegetables in the kitchen Friday late afternoon for the dinner crowd. I did a lot of the prep work for the chefs taking after my dad in the culinary skills. I was actually enjoying it though I was a bit preoccupied by my attire. Matt's jeans hung low on me but not as bad as the kids today I should note as that would have been too extreme. Funny, the short shorts we wore weren't out of place at the time like they would be today however. Go figure. Anyway, Nate came in carrying a tray of silverware and 'accidentally' dropped it right next to me. I automatically crotched down to help him pick it up when, unbeknown to me, mom walked in the kitchen. Her first reaction was to make sure "those get run through the dishwasher again." Her second reaction was an explosion, "JAMISON ELIOTT!" Here it was. I knew how this was going to play out. My embarrassment had started and I wasn't even naked yet though my dick was filling up fast. I didn't even listen to her lecture as it was the same as the prior ones with the same end result. Except for my white calf high white sweat socks (with three yellow stripes) and my sneakers, I was completely naked over her lap as she spanked me with the wooden spoon she had requested from Joey. Man this hurt like a bitch. Mom didn't spank often and wasn't as strong as dad, though the wooden spoon more than made up for it. Twenty-five swats later I'm a crying mess. Standing me up I'm trying to dry my eyes not even bothering to cover my nudity or more importantly my boner. Just like the laundromat with dad and the reunion, I was throwing wood. "Well Mister?" She asked. "Sorry mom," I sniffed back my runny nose. Now the other times this happened mom allowed me to get dressed, with my briefs on the 'correct way'. Not today. "I'm tired of this happening. Look at this underwear. It's disgusting. I'm ashamed of you wearing such baggy old things. Holes, stains, all stretched out. And I can smell it from here," she said as she held it at an arms length away from herself. "When was the last time it was even washed?" I couldn't tell her 'never.' I simply looked down at the floor, too humiliated to answer. My embarrassment went up tenfold when I noticed my protruding boner for the entire staff to see. This was NOT good. "Ok Mister. If you like to wear this so much, then you can wear it. And only it. Put them on," she demanded as she thrust them at me. Astonished my head snapped up as I took the soiled, rank briefs from her and stepped into them. I pushed my hard-on toward my left hip, causing the weakened waistband and leg opening to pull away from my body. "What?" I asked still in shock. "Can I have everyone's attention please," mom asked. Really it was unnecessary as all eyes were on me by now anyways. "Jamie insists on wearing these rags for underwear so that's all he'll be wearing for the rest of the night. Does anyone have any objections?" Surprisingly nobody did, haha. Leaning into me mom whispered in my ear, "You're lucky. Your father would have made you work naked like you did this summer at the farm." Standing back up she announced, "Matter of fact, You can stay that way for the rest of the weekend too." Turning to Nate she reminded him in the calmest of voices, "Nathan, please remember to run that silverware through the dishwasher again." "Yes ma'am," he replied with a grin a mile wide. He was not the only one smiling. Needless to say that evening was totally humiliating. When dad found out he wanted to extend the punishment but mom said two days was enough. Phew. Not once during the night did my erection fade. When it deflated even the slightest another waiter, waitress, or busboy would make some comment to me. The worst was made by Huck's brother, Leo, "Yellow stripped socks huh? Just like my piss you're going to swallow at the end of the night." Leo's piss was not the only thing I swallowed that evening. Before the shift was over (the guys made sure dad was kept busy) nine loads of creamy jizz were deposited in me; 6 stomach, 3 ass if you are keeping track. I drained Joey and Leo's bladder too. They were all done in the relative "safety" of the walk in refrigerator where nobody was likely to hear the sounds of every guy spanking my butt 10 times after they used me. It was more red at the end of the night than when mom spanked me. One of the waitresses made the next worst remark when she quietly told me, "Wow. You look big enough to have some hair down there. How come you don't? Do you shave it off?" By the expression on my face I gave her the answer without uttering a single word. Shaking her head as she walked away she giggled and pointed in my direction as she spoke with another waitress. Double fuck, damn it. I was of course still "smooth as a billiard ball", as dad would describe. Between Dean and Robby they ensured I was shaved regularly. Remember when Robby stayed over and I made fun of him for being "bald" after I shaved him. Mom had threatened to keep me that same way until his started to grow if I continued to tease him. Well... So even though it meant Robby (who wasn't happy) had to return to school smooth (though bobby didn't mind), so did I. It did not go unnoticed by anyone either at the restaurant or school. Mrs. Soarer's hair removal cream was slowly killing our hair follicles every time it was applied. I so wanted to regrow my pubes. Alas, wishes don't always come true and wouldn't until college. Saturday night was worse, or better. I'm not sure which. Yes I do. It was much better. Besides giving eight blowjobs, I was fucked four times. Thankfully, no pee drinking. Sunday dad brought me home, and yes I rode all the way home in just my briefs. I couldn't believe it. Dad said he was surprised that I "didn't take care of that," as he referred to my boner, either night. I junk sank into the seat. Marla promised to make me stay that way until the morning when dad informed her what happened and because mom said "all weekend." Marla, Donny, and the Soarer brothers (who Marla invited over) roared with laughter as I described my weekend. I sucked the three guys off then wanked myself to orgasm. I couldn't wait to go to school tomorrow and regain some sense of normalcy. Normal for me anyways. The next few weeks flew by with me sucking a few more school mates, putting out for Dean, Dale, Jeff, and Matt in the evenings, then weekends at the restaurant getting both holes filled numerous times. There were no more underwear problems. Marla and Dean decided to wait a few months before the next one. They were saving it up for something 'big'. Great. Now that it was Christmas vacation I'd get to spend some time with Randolph and Robby too. Even though the business was extremely busy with lots of office parties celebrating the holidays, Mr. Pierce offered to take me along with his boys away for a few days between Christmas and New Years Eve. Robby/bobby was invited along with Dean and Dale. I didn't know it when we drove off but it would be one of the wildest adventures to date. To Be Continued... Author's Note: So how did you like this chapter? Next we'll see what happened during the Christmas/New Year's holidays. The adventure isn't huge in scale but in kinkiness. I promise to get back to Jamie working the farm and Jeff sucking Dean's dick. I only proof read this once so I'm hoping there aren't too many errors/typos. Please send comments/suggestions to DeansBicha@gmail.com