Date: Wed, 3 Feb 2021 20:22:00 -0500
From: Dean Soarer <deansbicha@gmail.com>
Subject: Deans Bicha 7

I have been reading stories for several years, and I thought I'd try
writing one, so this is my first attempt.  It's based a lot on my youth
with respect to people (names changed) and places and even some events,
though most of the sexual situations are fiction.  If you are under legal
age to read, or in an area which prevents this, please leave now. Remember
this was the mid 1970s and HIV wasn't a thing.  Play safe today.

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Dean's Bicha Part Seven 7

SATURDAY MORNING CONTINUED

OMG! FOUR people just saw me naked standing in the kitchen.  FOUR,
unbelievable.  At this rate, the whole town is going to see me.  If that
wasn't bad enough, I'm in my mom's bathroom brushing my teeth without a
stitch of clothes on AND my whole family knows it too.  Looking in the
mirror I can see my junk shake as the electric toothbrush cleans my teeth.
I'm getting hard.  I can't get excited, I have to walk back to my room in
the buff, as my dad would say.  By now I'm fully hard and my dick is aching
for attention.

I might as well take care of it cause I can't walk down the hall like this
and I can't wear my briefs to hold me in today.  What's going to happen if
I pop a boner at the fair in short shorts without any underwear.  Better be
safe than sorry.

Brushing my teeth with one hand and rubbing one out with the other at the
same time was quite the challenge.  It's kinda like tapping your head and
rubbing circles over your stomach.  Difficult but doable.  It takes some
concentration, but I finally work into a rhythm and feel myself about to
fire.  As my orgasm approaches, I all but stop brushing and my cock starts
spewing.  I came all across the counter with 6 large globs of goo and
several lesser ones.  It looked to be more than usual.  Maybe I do get off
on being embarrassed and humiliated.  Who am I kidding, of course I do.

The puddles of white spunk contrasted against the blue counter top.  Dean
made me eat my own cum the other day, so can I do this again I wondered?  I
rinse the toothpaste out and as I'm deciding whether to lick it up or wipe
it up, mom calls out she wants to get in bathroom.  Without giving it
another thought, I bend down and lap up all my boy batter.  I'm proud of
myself for doing that.  I make a vow to eat my own jizz from now on.  I now
have cum breath not toothpaste breathe which I think is kinda neat.

Making sure the counter is clean, I open the bathroom door and my mom is
waiting for me.  She gives me the once over from top to bottom and I turn
red from head to toe.  Despite having not seen me naked in two years since
before I started sprouting hair, mom is sure getting an eye full, though
she's still not seeing any hair today.

"You've got some toothpaste on your cheek," she tells me.  Darting back in
the bathroom I see not toothpaste but a smudge of spunk on the corner of my
mouth.  In my haste I smeared some around and got it on me not in me.  I
feel my whole body blush again.  She said toothpaste so don't panic, just
wipe it off I tell myself.

Mom was watching me the whole time.  She saw me bend over to splash water
on my face to wash off the cock snot, basically I was mooning her.  I don't
think she would have seen my hole, but I'll check it out in the mirror
later.  Trying to get past her I stop and say, "What?"

"My baby boy is growing up alright.  I can see why you don't want to wear
anything to bed any longer," she chuckles at my expense.

"Mom," I say all embarrassed placing one hand in front of my stuff, not
that it matters.

"It's probably too late for that now honey."  My face is getting hotter and
blood starts to flow.  Having just emptied my balls my dick mostly stays
down.  "Give me a hug."

I'm nude, naked, without clothes, in the buff, starkers...  and she wants a
hug?!

I don't have time to respond as she is right outside the door and steps
closer putting her arms around me.  I hug her back, trying to keep my penis
from touching her.  She ends the hug and gives my butt a quick slap.  "Go
get dressed, your dad is waiting."

Sprinting down the hall naked with my whole family home was surreal.  The
exhibitionist in me doesn't cover up either, even though nobody is there to
see.  Just as I'm about to go into my room, Marla and Donny come out of
hers.  I thought they were heading to the fair early and they're still
here.  WTF?  Unlike in the kitchen, I have the good sense to shield my
parts with my hands immediately.

"What are you covering it for?  We've already seen it?" she says.

"Then you don't need to see it again," I reply sticking out my tongue.
Then feeling incredibly bold, stupid, or horny I frame my hands around my
boy bits and shake them at the two of them, but mostly for Donny's benefit.
He, like my sister, just turned 18 and will be graduating in June and he is
pretty hot looking.  They laugh and I feel another stirring down below so I
move my hands to cover up when he grabs my wrists and holds them away from
my crotch.  The three of us are now standing in the hall outside my bedroom
watching my dick plump up.

It's about 3/4 fully hard when Donny releases my arms and I remain standing
stiff as stone.  In two blinks of an eye my body isn't the only thing
that's stiff.  Despite having just cum, my erection is rock solid, ah to be
13 again.  Donny puts his hand on my shoulder and says, "So Marla, he's got
nothing to be embarrassed about.  He looks almost as big as me.  Wouldn't
you say?"

"I'd say pretty darn close.  We'll have to measure sometime."  With that,
she gives me a hug.  What is it with the women in my family, am I more
huggable to them when I'm nude?

"You better go get dressed now but I bet you'll be out in your birthday
suit before too long.  Third time's the charm," she laughs wiggling her
eyebrows.  "See ya kiddo."  She smiles sincerely and they go.

My feet feel like they are stuck in concrete as I try to process what just
happened.  My sister and her boyfriend saw me with a hard on and they think
I'm almost as big as Donny.  And she wants to measure us someday.  Would I
really get the chance to see him hard too?  And what was this about third
time being the charm?  When did she see me before?  She came home after mom
the past few days so she couldn't have seen me then.  Any other time I was
strolling about au naturel nobody was around.  Still, I wonder.

"Jamie, come on, I want to get going too," my father yells out from the
kitchen.

His voice breaks me out of my stupor and I dash into my room. I know I
can't wear any underwear per Rule One and now I have a boner.  Luckily the
panicked thought of my father coming to get me makes it partially go away
and I put on my favorite pair of cut off jeans and a tight t-shirt as per
Dean's instructions.  My t-shirt only comes down to an inch below the waste
of my shorts.  Gotta love the 1970s attire.  I make sure that I'm not
hanging out of the shorts though my dick head is less than an inch from the
leg openings. Because I'm still fluffed up I think that I'll be ok when it
returns to normal.  Grabbing a pair of socks and sneakers, I run out to
meet my dad.

I pick up the garbage bag off of the porch to throw it in the barrel and I
see my small, dirty briefs on top.  Dad is in the car already so I pick
them out and stuff them in my pocket.  I toss them behind some stuff in the
garage before I get in the car.

"Are you going to go barefoot all day?"

"No, I didn't want to keep you waiting," I say as I start to put on my
socks.  As I pick up my right foot, my eyes widen.  I know why these are my
favorite shorts: the crotch has a worn out hole about the size of a nickel
under my right ball.  It starts to poke out as I'm pulling up my sock.  You
would only see white cotton if I was wearing my briefs.  Without underwear
you see my ball bag.  I'm going to have to be careful when sitting down
today.  I quickly glance and luckily my softening cock is not exposed.

SATURDAY MID-MORNING & AFTERNOON My dad and I run some errands before
heading back to the house to get mom for the founder's day fair. We always
have a good time looking at all the local food and crafts.  There are also
some carnival type games and about a dozen rides, nothing too big though.
My mom drops a bombshell on me when we return, the Soarer family will be
coming with us.

Though they previously lived in the next town over, they had never been
before so mom asks Mrs. Soarer if they want to come.  I know Dale and
especially Dean will be mad at me for not giving them their daily blowjob
yesterday (Rule Seven).  There simply wasn't time between school and boat
shopping.  Between Rule One and Rule Seven I already have two punishments
and the day is just starting.

The Soarers walk up to our house just as we are heading to the car.  The
men sit in the front seat, women in the back, and us three boys in the
third seat of dad's station wagon.  I forget what kind of car it was, but
the rear seat split in two like most cars today.  Back then, that was
unique.  It allowed passengers to climb to the third row which, unlike
today's vehicle, faced backwards so we could see out the back window.  They
stuck me in the middle.

We had barely pulled out of the driveway when Dean told me, Rule Five, to
dress how they wanted.  Pull down my zipper and take my dick out.  I'm
right behind our moms.  Now his mother already saw me naked and hard and
called me bicha, but my mom would be horrified if she caught me with my
pecker hanging out.

"Do it," Dale whispers in my ear.

Very carefully and slowly, I do as instructed.  Dean smiles at me as my
cock once again betrays me by pointing skyward with a stone hard erection.
It took all of one and a half seconds.  As the adults are talking among
themselves, they aren't paying attention to us.  Dean tells me to keep it
hard until we get to the fair.  Yeah, like I'm going to have trouble doing
that.

Even though the three of us are a little squished in the third row, my legs
are just wide enough apart that Dean notices my slightly exposed testicle.
"Nice shorts.  Do your nuts have enough circulation?"  I nod yes and bring
my legs together.

With an evil grin, he takes his index finger and jabs my nut.  Twirling his
finger around, he's making the opening bigger and bigger.  I give him a
pleading look to stop which goes unanswered.  The hole goes from nickel
sized to quarter to half dollar very quickly.  You can just about see my
entire right ball.  Not satisfied, Dean pinches the skin on my sack and
pulls it through the hole and my entire right gonad pops out and is on
display.

Dale leans across me and laughingly tells his brother in a hushed voice,
"You are too much bro.  But I'd only do one.  That way it doesn't look as
if he's flashing but just fell out."  The disappointment shows on Dean's
face but he accepts this to be true and removes his hand from my boy bag.

Two good things happened in my favor once we got there and one bad.
Sometimes you have to take the good with the bad as the saying goes.  First
good, Dean allowed me to put my hard on back in my shorts, but bad I could
pull the zipper up only half way.  With tight jeans shorts the zipper never
stayed fully closed anyway and was always down about a quarter of the way,
so half wasn't that much more noticeable, I hoped.  Second good thing, as I
was climbing out of the car, my right ball slipped back in my shorts.  So I
would be spared showing off my nuts while walking around.  I didn't know
what would happen when I sat down.

Our parents gave us some money for games, snacks, and ride tickets.  They
let us wander around on our own and told us where to meet them at 1:00 for
lunch.  Now I know that sounds like it would be a dream for two 13 year old
boys and one 11 year old boy, but not when the other two, mostly the 11
year old, were going to embarrass and humiliate me in public.

"Ok, you know this place better than us, so where is the best place for you
to suck us off?" Dean asked looking around.

"Seriously?"  By the way he looked at me I started walking to the
agricultural area where they store the hay and supplies for the animals.
That should provide privacy, I hoped.  Almost half way there I spotted
Richard Ruggles and some older boys.  He was a borderline bully of sorts.
Nothing too bad, just enough I didn't like him.  He usually left me alone
cause we had common friends, mostly Glen my best friend in 7th and 8th
grade.  Richard was also the only guy to ask, without seeing me first, if I
got shaved.

The only time Richard really picked on me was the beginning of 7th grade in
P.E. class.  We had something like 4 1/2 minutes to change into our
regulation P.E. uniform (white t-shirt with our name on the back, red short
shorts with our name on the leg, a jock strap with our name across the
waistband, and white socks and sneakers).  The gym lockers were assigned by
last name so his was only a few down from mine.

I had just taken off my shirt and trousers when he approached me from
behind.  Bending over to pull off my socks, Richard thought it would be
funny to give me a wedgie.  I mean how convenient was it with my
tighty-whities right out in the open?  I had never experienced a wedgie
before so my shock was momentarily actually greater than the discomfort.

Using two hands and pulling with all his might, Richard managed to get my
briefs quite high up my crack.  The leg openings were above my hips and the
pouch was putting considerable pressure on my package squishing my balls.
Seeing an even greater opportunity, he moved his hands to my sides and
grasped my underwear by the stretched out leg openings.  Leaning back,
Richard actually picked me up by my briefs and I fell against his chest as
he carried me around the locker room.  FYI, he too was in just his
underwear and I thought I felt his dick stiffening as it poked my butt only
separated by our thin cotton briefs.  Despite being embarrassed I was in
too much pain to get hard, Phew.

Turning me around with our backs to the rest of the class momentarily,
Richard took that opportunity to cop a feel.  He very quickly shifted his
weight backwards supporting me more on his own torso and palmed my junk,
giving my boys a good squeeze.  Facing the class again, Richard asked,
"What shall I do with him?"  Typical 11-12 year old answers were: throw him
in the girls showers; put him outside in the hall; rip his underwear to
shreds.

By now the pain in my ass was killing me, not to mention my flattened
balls.  Laughing classmates drew the coach's attention (he had stepped out
for whatever reason and after this he mostly watched us change, creepy).
My classmates scrambled to dress for class as Richard got a lecture from
the P.E. teacher.  I snuck a look at his underwear while he was being
chastised and he was partially hard, which wasn't saying much.

After gym class in the group wide open showers Richard and his cronies
re-told the story of my humiliation.  I tried to laugh it off, however, my
briefs were destroyed and I had to wear my dirty jock for the remainder of
the day which was better than going without.  How times have changed.  It
became widespread gossip and I today's laughing stock.  Richard got a
detention, which he said was so worth it he didn't try to retaliate, not
directly anyway.

At that age kids move onto other things fast and by the next day I was no
longer the topic of the day; a girl named Susan was when she tripped and
fell causing her skirt to go up revealing her flowered panties.

Speaking of fast, at the fairgrounds I quickly changed directions away from
Richard and headed for the outlying storage buildings.  Dean told me to
quit stalling.  The old storage buildings on the far side of the fair
grounds were not in use any more.  They were falling apart and were not
part of the fairgrounds.  People back then just naturally stayed away.  I
headed for them hoping they'd be private enough.

I wanted to go inside, but Dean wanted to stay outside in the fresh air and
sunshine.  NO, he really just wanted me to be more worried about seen
sucking his dick.  Luckily, Dale suggested we go around back.  This spot
was were a lot of guys went to piss if the mens room became too crowded.
At this time of day I prayed we were safe.

Dean pointed to the ground and I dropped to my knees in front of him.  I
didn't even have time to get into position as he was stabbing his dick into
my mouth.  He pulled back his foreskin just as it was entering my mouth so
I never saw but could smell the disgusting cheese he had accumulated.  I
immediately began to gag on his smegma covered cock.

He pulled out and had me open my mouth and stick out my tongue.  Pointing
to my mouth he laughed, "This is my willy washer.  So I wouldn't miss a day
anymore if I were you."  He then wiped his dick head all over my tongue
cleaning himself.  He was laughing.  I thought I was going to throw up.
Imagine how bad it would be if I missed two days if this was only one.
Then he reinserted his cock for the first of many blowjobs today.

As Dean was pumping away at my mouth I suddenly heard someone yell out,
"Whoa, Deano."  I tried pulling off his dick but Dean held me tight by the
back of my head.  "This your new cocksucker?" a yet unseen boy asked.

"Sure is.  Want to have a go at him?"

WHAT!?  Dean was offering my sucking skills to someone I had never even met
before.

"Is he any good? the boy asked.

"Well, I just started training him but he took right to it.  Natural born
fag." Dean replied causing my humiliation to skyrocket and subsequentially
my cock.

Shouldn't he be naked?  I thought that's what you said."

"Yeah he should be but we gotta be able to make a quick get away outta
here," Dale interjected on their, if not my, behalf.

"This is my brother Dale.  Dale this is a friend of mine from school, Owen.
Owen is 12 and in 7th grade.  You two don't know each other do you?."  They
said "hey" as guys do, like it was perfectly normal to have a conversation
as someone was getting a blowjob.

"Nah, schools too big to know everybody.  Looks like he likes it," Owen
commented.

"Bicha, open your shorts," Dean ordered, "show Owen how hard you
cocksuckers get sucking cock."  Not taking my mouth from Dean's dick I
opened my shorts and without briefs my rod stood straight up, my balls
needing release desperately.

"HAHAHA," everyone laughed, I cringed.

"Well, what do you say?  Want to go next?  Two bucks."

WHAT!?  Dean was pimping me out?  WTF?  I'm not some cheap whore I thought.
Yet here I am on my knees, a hardon like there is no tomorrow, sucking the
cock of a neighborhood boy I had just met three days ago.

"Two?  Last sucker was only one?" Owen protested the price hike.

"This one swallows and is much better, watch."  Dean began pumping faster
and faster face fucking me until he blasted four watery drops of clear cum
in my mouth.  He then withdrew his dick and shot another two drops on my
face.  "Swallow it, don't embarrass me in front of my friend.  Don't wipe
those baby boys off either."  More laughter.  Embarrass him?  He's got to
be kidding.

Owen was a good looking kid and I was actually anxious to suck him off,
even if not in this locale.  Dean held out his hand and Owen reluctantly
paid him the two dollars.  He then quickly opened his shorts and his fat
cock was right in my face.  He had the biggest balls I had ever seen on a
kid.  Wow.  I wonder if they shoot yet.  They must.  I guess I'll find out
how much soon.

"NO underwear?" Dean questioned.

"Nope.  Never know when you gonna need quick access like right now," he
explained as he plunged his pecker in my waiting mouth.  I figured for two
dollars I better show him a good time.  I chewed on his cut cock and he
groaned in pleasure.  Fondling his nuts I feverishly worked his genitals to
make him happy as fast as possible.  I would have preferred to do this
someplace private where I could've taken my time.

A short few minutes later he began moaning and thrusting in and out of my
oral cavity.  "Fuck.  Here it comes.  Shit," he practically screamed out as
he began firing sweet spunk.  His balls may have only been 12 years old,
but they produced a man sized load.  Following Dean's suggestion, Owen
rapid fired the last several spurts across my face just below my left eye
and cheek.  While bigger in volume than Dean, his cum was almost as thin
and clear.  I prayed once it dried nobody would know what it was.

Dale approached as Owen was pulling out of my mouth.  Like the previous
two, he too began a furiously paced face fuck.  This was a little
uncharacteristic of Dale and he shot his boy seed much quicker than I
expected from him.  He was either very horny or he wanted to minimize our
chances of being caught.  When he pulled out, there was one more drop of
thick, white semen on the tip of his cock which he had me lick off.  I
think that was more humiliating than giving them their blowjobs.

"Thanks.  That was great.  I'll see you around Deano," he was thanking Dean
when I had done the work.  "Nice meeting you," he said to Dale.  Turning to
me he smiled and sneered, "Good job of draining my balls.  I hadn't blasted
off in two days.  You suck dick good."  With that Owen headed off for the
fair.

Satisfied for the moment, the Soarer boys zipped up and started walking
back to the fairgrounds leaving me kneeling there with my hard on.  I
jumped up to catch up to them tucking myself away adjusting my stiff prick
to make it less noticeable.

Come on, time to drop your shorts and pee like the little boy you are,"
Dean smirked.

I felt like a condemned man walking to the mens room.  I knew that I'd have
to expose myself and was worried there would be boys from school around and
I'd never hear the end of it.  I risked getting my standard ball punch
punishment and begged Dean not to make me do anything.  His sly smile told
me I didn't have a chance.

"Please, I'll do anything else."

"You've already earned another punishment for asking, do you want to make
it five for taking too long?"

"Five.  How did I get four?"

"Two for wearing underwear yesterday, one for missing sucking us off, and
one now for begging," he explained.  "Do you really want another?"

"But I thought I just gave you a penalty blowjob now.  Why do I get a
punishment too?

"That's the way it is," he stated matter of factly.

Knowing there was no point in arguing I resigned I'd be getting four
punishments.  I forgot that wearing briefs to school earned me two.  My
butt and balls couldn't take any more so I just shook my head no.

Dale rescued me, sort of.  He suggested that instead of pulling down my
shorts to my knees to piss like a 5 year old, that I "accidentally" let
them drop all the way to the floor in the middle of peeing.  I wasn't
allowed to stop pissing so I had to struggle to get them up and not get
them wet.  The last part would be natural as I didn't want to walk around
all day with urine soaked shorts.

"Good thinking big brother," Dean said as he smiled even bigger.  Then he
stripped off his t-shirt and tucked it in his back pocket.  He then told
Dale and I to do the same.  It was around 10:30 and the temperature was
already near 80 degrees with bright sunshine, so we were not the only boys
without shirts.  Now I'd be almost fully naked when my shorts "fell" to the
floor, which is exactly what he wanted.

I stopped dead in my tracks heading to the mens room.  There was Robby
Wilson from school going to pee.  I knew him since 5th grade.  I always
thought he was cute and wanted to mess around with him.  The closest I got
was when he would go around asking all the boys in our 5th grade class what
Jed's last name was on the Beverly Hillbillies TV show.  When we answered
Clampett, he'd do just that and grab our balls hard.  Of course he could
only ask each boy once, and nobody would dare tell anyone else because 9
and 10 years old boys love to watch others suffer just as much as they had.
After he asked me, I wanted him to do it again, but couldn't ask him or
else someone may think I actually liked him twisting and squeezing my nuts.

About a week later some new books or something needed to be put away in one
of the classrooms, which meant missing part of history, and Robby and I
were chosen.  Here was my chance.  I asked him where he had first heard
that joke.

"Which joke?"

"You know, Jed's last name?"

"Oh yeah.  What is his last name again?" he asked.

Shaking my head at him as if to say "very funny" I boldly said, "Clampett."

He broke out into huge smile and did just that.  This time not only
clamping my dick and balls but shaking them around a bit too.

Half pushing him off he let go and stepped back.  I rubbed my sore nuts to
soothe them.

"Did I hurt your baby balls?" he teased.

"Yes."

"Want me to kiss them and make them better?" he said in a little baby
voice.

"Yes.  But you don't have the guts to do it," I egged him on.

"Ok, take them out," he told me as he squatted down in front of me.  Wow!
Is Robby Wilson really going to kiss my nuts in a class storeroom?

"Alright," I replied as I unzipped my pants, the button coming undone in
the process, and hooked my tighty whities under my sack.  I held my dick up
for him to kiss my hairless nuts.

I watched in amazement as he moved his face closer to my junk, but he
either chicken out or planned it this way, as he once again fisted my balls
in the palm of his hand.  Without any clothes between his hand and my junk,
he had a firm grasp as he stood up and began to pull me toward the door.  I
struggled to get free from his ever increasing grip.  I thought I'd fight
fire with fire and quickly grabbed his sack.  He was so shocked that that
was enough for him to release his hold.  I was still holding him tightly
and as we looked at each other he began to move his hand toward mine again.

I'll never know how much farther we would have gone because we heard our
teacher coming into the classroom to check on us.  I released Robby and
spun around to re-zip my pants as he began to put the last of the books
away.  We headed to history class, each with a boner.

"Do you know him?" Dale questioned.

"Yes."

"Then I think you should stand next to him in there.  You can introduce us
to him which will distract you enough for your accident."

"Nice touch," Dean told his brother.  Usually it was Dean that seemed to be
more demanding, but Dale could add to it occasionally.

I swallowed and walked into the mens room with Dale and Dean behind me.
There was one row of eight old fashioned urinals which went from the floor
up the wall about four feet high.  I wondered how many smaller kids had
been pushed into them over the years.  Robby was standing third from the
left as there was a guy at the first one and another guy and his young son
at the other end.  I took the 4th spot.  Dean took the 5th as some little
kid was leaving and Dale the 6th.

"Hey Robby."

"Hi Jamie," Robby greeted me with a smile.  "Did you just get here?"

"Yeah.  You?" I asked as I unbuttoned my shorts and lowered the zipper
pulling out my cock.

Glancing down at me Robby's eyes widened.  I don't know if it was because
the way I opened my shorts fully, because I didn't have briefs on, or
because he hadn't seen me hairless since my surgery.  Probably all three I
thought.

Remembering my orders, I gave a head nod to my right, "These are my new
neighbors, Dean and Dale," I said.  Robby looked over to them and said hi,
I gave my shorts a gentle nudge and they dropped straight to the floor.
The all began to laugh as I struggled to get them pulled up in the middle
of my pissing.

I managed to get them up to my knees as Robby was finished.  He stepped
back and said, "Here let me help you," then he placed his foot on my shorts
and pushed them back to the floor.  More laughter from them as I turned
beet red.  I heard the little boy ask his father what we were doing and his
father said, "being boys," smiling at us as they washed their hands.

I finished pissing and barely shook off quickly pulling up my shorts as
some more people came into the john.  I stormed over to the sink and washed
my hands with the guys following suit.

Once outside Robby said, "Sorry Jamie, I couldn't resist."  Then he asked,
"What happened to you hair down there?"

"They shaved it for my appendix operation."

"Really.  Who did it?  A nurse.  Man I would have gotten hard.  Did you get
hard?  Did like the doctor and nurses see your stuff during the operation?"
He rattled off his questions similar to the kid last night.  Straight boys
I thought.

"A guy orderly did it and no, I didn't get hard.  My dad was there the
whole time.  I don't know who saw during the operation as I was out."  Why
was I answering his questions.  It was making me hard.  I looked down and
it looked like he was too.

"Oh man, your dad saw you getting shaved and your dick.  I'd have died."

I saw Dean's face and he was loving it.  Then he decided to kick it up
another notch by adding, "Hey, Jamie (first time he called me that.) Why
aren't you wearing any underwear?"

"Um, it's, um just more comfortable and cooler when it's going to be so
hot.  That's all."

"Man, no hair or underwear," Robby responded shaking his head in disbelief.
"Cooler huh?"

"Alright, we gotta go.  See you Robby," I said waving goodbye ignoring his
question.

"Yeah. It was nice meeting you guys," he said to the brothers.  "It was
nice SEEING you too, Jamie," he choked out.  "Stay cool," he told me with a
huge smile on his face.

We parted ways and I could have died.  Dale and Dean couldn't stop talking
about it and said we'd have to do it again after lunch.  I was not looking
forward to that.

To Be Continued...

I would really appreciate comments and suggestions.

I'm working on Chpt 33 now, but I'll try to incorporate suggestions when I
can.  I enjoy hearing feedback and will reply.

I can be reached at DeansBicha@gmail.com