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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first part of the Camping Trip.
There will be considerable Adult/Youth scenes in this chapter, so be forewarned. If you wish to skip over it, the storyline will not be jeopardized. Save it to say, all parties had a marvelous time. FYI, Jamie's dad slept through the sex portions.
Next chapter we will continue with the second portion of the camping trip where Jamie and his friends run into someone from the past. He is a young adult, no more than 19 or 20 years old so you may wish to skip at least the first portion of that chapter as well if the age difference bothers you. Remember, it is NEVER acceptable to play with anyone under 18 years old.
FYI - It was back in chapter 50, posted Dec 2022, when Jamie was first ordered to remain naked for the week at the Fourth of July party. Don't you love the lightning speed at which this story moves, hahaha.
Now onto Chapter 73. The Camping Trip
ROBBY! Yes! I didn't know the specifics of why he was here (nor did I care) I was just excited to see my two best buds. Running up the driveway I practically attacked them. Dropping the tent and sleeping bags they were carrying we embraced in a huge hug. Mr. Pierce took that moment to come out of the house.
"Jamison, Why are you wearing shorts?" Mr. Pierce asked.
"Oh Hi Mr. Pierce," I answered glancing at R & R (Randolph and Robby).
"Well?" He asked sternly.
Remembering what Dean had told me I explained, "Mr. Mann gave them to me since my work week and punishment was over."
"Your work is done, but the last day of your week long naked punishment is today. And today ain't over so get them shorts off boy."
Worried about dad seeing my still very red and sore butt cheeks I asked, "Where's my dad?"
"He'll be here in another half an hour. Now get nekkid."
Temporarily no longer concerned about dad, I dropped the cutoffs to the ground proudly displaying my stiff dick. Looking at R & R, I could see they too were hard in their shorts.
"That's much better Sweet Thing."
"Yeah, it is," I admitted. "Wish we could spend all weekend like this," I hinted to Mr. Pierce as I looked toward R & R who both smiled at the suggestion.
"Don't you worry none boy. I bet I can convince your daddy to let you three youngins run around free like that up there."
"Daddy, I don't know if that's such a good idea," Randolph, always more reticent, said.
"Hush now boy. You let me worry 'bout that. Now why don't you boys load up that camping gear while I pack the cooler with the food and drinks." As us boys turned to follow Mr. P's orders, they all saw my red, rosy butt. "Whoa, looks like someone got his ass beat real good. You'll have to tell us all about it later. Now hurry up and be done so we can leave as soon as Jamie's dad gets here," Mr. Pierce told us.
The three of us stacked the camping gear in the back of Mr. P's truck rather quickly. I gave the briefest of versions of what happened while we worked. Mr. P came outside a few minutes later and said all the provisions were ready.
In the time remaining before dad showed up I explained what happened today. I left nothing out including Mr. Ruggles, Richard, Huck, the gang bang, the fisting, and of course the obvious spankings. They were more like brutal beating if you asked me as my cheeks were already turning purple. Mr. P had me lie down and put an ice pack on my ass. That's how dad found me when he drove in the driveway.
Thankfully, Mr. P explained to dad that Mrs. Mann had spanked me for 'being careless' (a new euphemism for throwing wood) and that Mr. Mann had given me some shorts to wear. Dad simply told me to be more careful and laughed when he said he figured I was glad to be wearing something again. Soon as my ass had cooled down and wasn't quite as fire engine red I was allowed to put on the shorts again, commando of course. The course denim was rough on my tender ass and believe it or not, dad never questioned no briefs. Now truth was, from the moment I slipped them on, they felt very restrictive. A week of nudity had trained my body and mind into enjoying the au natural freedom of being a nudist.
Finally, the five of us piled into Mr. Pierce's truck and we were off until Sunday afternoon. The truck was a king cab and had a full back seat, where I sat in between R & R. This was great. Had dad not been here, I'm sure us boys would have all been naked. Soon enough.
It took almost an hour to reach our destination. R & R and I kept ourselves entertained by poking each other's cocks. Our shorts were stretched to the max. I so wanted to rub out a load. Though it was enormous, one orgasm didn't make up for three days of pent up desire. I wondered how we were going to play without dad catching us. Luckily, Mr. Pierce had it all worked out by the time we arrived.
Pulling into the property we were all amazed at just how beautiful, quiet, and serene the place was. My dad knew this guy (he knew lots of people, one of the reasons the restaurant, bar, and future party venues were so successful) who managed a "farm" on a hundred +/- acres. Besides the farmhouse there was an old barn and a few out buildings for storage. For our fishing, the 10 +/- acre spring fed pond had plenty of trout, bass, and perch in it.
The best part was the total privacy. The property backed up to state forest land so there weren't any people around was far as the eye could see. Mr. Pierce couldn't get us out of our clothes fast enough as far as I was concerned.
In truth while the property had been a working farm at one point, it no longer operated in that capacity. The federal government had purchased the farmhouse and adjoining land. Dad's friend was the son of the gentleman who sold the farm but stayed on to oversee the property. He was in fact nothing more than a caretaker. He and his family lived there rent free simply to watch over the place.
Why you ask? Because deep under ground the Army Corps of engineers build a hidden vault. This sounds like a spy novel, but it's 100% true. The guy didn't know what was inside as that was top secret. His only function was to maintain the house, land, and notify a government contact if anything or anyone suspicious showed up. In the past 30 years, nobody ever had.
[Author's Note: My dad and I did go to a place just like this when I was a kid, though smaller sized property in real life. It was awesome.]
To us kids it was thrilling to know we were on some government secret storage facility. Our imaginations ran wild with what could be stored down below the earth's surface. Technically, the guy wasn't supposed to allow people on the property, but he was allowed to have friends and relatives over which gave the appearance of normalcy.
The guy looked a few years older than my dad and was very friendly. He told us we could go anywhere on the property except for the entrance to the vault. It was half buried in the ground surrounded by trees and bushes. If you didn't know it was there you would never have seen it from the street. He told us the place had cameras around it and his son actually got into a bit of trouble when he was our age by bringing some school chums to see it.
Of course boys will be boys and our curiosity was peaked now. I didn't know about R & R, but I so badly wanted to see the place. Sensing such was the case, the guy gave us a tour of the property bringing us near the entrance but said we would be caught on camera if we went any closer. He was allowed to go trim trees and such, but that was it. It was a bit disappointing in truth, as it looked nothing more than a concrete arch with some big, heavy metal doors. I spotted the cameras and knew we had better keep clear of it.
Returning to the barn he had us boys carry the cooler into the barn and unloaded some of the food and drinks into a spare refrigerator. We would hike back later as we needed stuff. From there we followed him in his truck about a quarter mile down a small dirt road which went deeper into the lightly wooded property. The farmland was slowly being taken over by encroaching trees and shrubs. Carrying our gear, we walked a 100 yards or more down a path not quite wide enough for a vehicle to a cleared spot near the pond where we could pitch our tents.
Looking around we were awestruck. It was magnificent. The water looked clear, deep, and cool. Trees bordered most of the shoreline except the clearing. The guy pointed to another path heading away from the water which led to an old fashioned outhouse. While Number 1 could be done on any tree, we were instructed to shovel a bit of dirt into the hole once we finished our business, number 2 specifically. The adults laughed at three teenage boys who were making gross faces at the thought.
He told us his grandfather, who purchased the land almost 100 years ago, built a small one room cabin here. After the farmhouse was built closer to the main road the cabin went into disrepair and eventually they tore it down. You could still see the rocks which had formed the foundation. Neat wouldn't even begin to describe the place for us teenagers. It was perfect.
Dad thanked his friend who then left us to have a good two days. Soon we were pitching the two tents and gathering fire wood. Mr. P whispered to Randolph to position the boys tent with the opening toward the water and away from the adult tent. Yes! Maybe we will have fun after all.
It took about an hour to set everything up. It was now approaching 6:30 and our stomachs began to rumble from hunger. Being a hot, humid day we had worked up quite the sweat and Mr. Pierce suggested us boys go swimming to cool off and clean up while he and my dad started cooking burgers and hot dogs. I noticed he gave Randolph a sideways look.
"Oh, darn it, I think I forgot my swim suit," Randolph said, as if on cue.
"Boy, you'd forget yer head if it weren't attached," Mr. P said. "Well, there's nobody round, guess you're going skinny dip then."
"What?! I can't do that, Randolph protested. I had the feeling this was all for my father's benefit when he continued, "Not by myself."
"Well, Jamie was nekkid all week around people. I don't think he'd mind joining you out here." Then turning to Robby, Mr. P asked, "What about you Robby? You ok skinny dipping?"
All eyes turned toward Robby. I could see bobby surfacing as he shrugged his shoulders and replied, "I guess. We do it in gym class. It's no big deal."
So it was settled, as two 13 year olds and a 14 year old shucked their clothes and took off for the water. It was indeed cool, borderline cold, yet very refreshing. We splashed around until dad whistled for us to come eat.
We raced to the camp fire where our mouths watered at the smell of the food. Randolph was the first to ask his father for a towel. Before Mr. P could answer, my dad told us to drip dry and eat before the burgers got cold. Remember he had a thing about eating when the food was ready. So fixing our burgers, hot dogs and loading up on a big plate of my mom's potato salad we sat on some large rocks around the campfire and ate.
Partially because of the cold water, partially because we were so hungry, and partially because it just seemed so natural none of us boys were embarrassed, horny, or hard. Thank goodness. Mr. P made a big batch of chocolate brownies which we devoured for dessert. The dads told us to clean up as they went for a cigarette down at the water.
"Can you believe we're all nude?" Robby asked.
"Shut up, if you talk about it I'm going to get a boner," I told him. I was plumped up already, my dick horizontal already at 50%.
Looking over my shoulder toward our dads, Randolph reached out and grabbed my tightly held balls. They had been hanging low from the heat while setting up our camp, but the cold water had really made them tuck up tightly. My head whipped around and I saw our dads walking away from us. My dick had filled with blood as his soft, warm hand messaged my nuts.
"Randolph. Stop! My dad is gonna see," I pleaded.
"Then I best be quick," he said a half a second before he began applying pressure. My balls were being flattened in his fist.
"Fuck man, Stop," I whined.
"We don't want you hard when they get back, Otherwise it will look like you're excited or embarrassed. We need to be cool if we want to stay naked this weekend," Randolph explained as his grip intensified. Soon enough my cock began wilting.
"Shit, I think they are coming back," Robby said urgently. We all looked in that direction to confirm he was indeed correct. "You've got to lose that quicker," Robby announced as he pushed Randolph's fist from my sack. Encircling my ball bag with his thumb and forefinger he began flicking his fingers on my trapped balls. Thankfully, my dick became flaccid fast.
By the time the dads returned everything from supper was cleaned up and luckily all three of us were hanging. Mr. P asked if we were going to get dressed or remain naked all weekend. The three of us looked like the proverbial deer in the headlights. Then Mr. P broke out laughing causing my dad to join him.
"Papa, we can't do that," Randolph protested.
"Why not? You all been skinning dipping and ate dinner that way. What's the big deal? Besides, Jamie was naked all week and how many people saw him while he was working. Ain't nobody here to see you 'cept us and we already done that." Ok, he's logic was correct.
"But..." Randolph tried to answer though he had no come back.
"But what?," Mr. P pressed his middle son. Turning to me he asked, "Jamie, do you think either of these two could have survived a nude work week like you done?"
Shaking my head I answered truthfully, "No, sir."
"Me neither. Randolph, I think you should stay that way until we go home."
"WHAT! Why?" Randolph shouted uncharacteristically.
"To give you a better understanding exactly what Jamie had to do this week."
"What about Jamie and Robby?" Randolph asked.
"ME! I don't need to be naked," Robby argued.
"You afraid?" Randolph toyed with Robby.
"I could do it more than you," Robby answered back.
"Yeah? Well, I dare you," Randolph challenged.
"I double dare you," Robby responded.
"Boys! Daring each other is how Jamie got into his trouble," my dad reminded us.
"True that. Boys? You gonna take back them dares or not?" Mr. P questioned.
R & R starred each other in the eye. I honestly didn't know how this would play out.
"I will if you will," Randolph finally said.
"Deal," Robby agreed extending his hand to seal the deal. "What about Jamie?" he then asked.
I could feel my heart beating in my chest. After a week of nudity in semi-public where I had seen by countless people, at least for the next two days it would only be by my fellow fag friends and our dads. "Fine, what's two more days," I said sounding defeated though internally I was jumping for joy at the idea.
With that settled, dad and Mr. P sat by the fire and popped open a beer. Us boys went down to the water and skipped stones across the surface. I was totaling blown away when Randolph and Robby giggled telling me the whole thing had been scripted out by Mr. Pierce. Son of a Bitch.
A half an hour later we returned to the fire and to grab snack. It was almost 8:30PM and the daylight was starting to fade in mid July. I noticed, so too was my dad. He had barely started on his second beer when he said he had to go lie down. Mr. P walked him to their tent. Concerned he was ok, I followed.
Dad assured me he was fine, just wiped out from a long week. Though he usually followed the age old saying of 'Early to bed, Early to rise...' 8:30 was a bit too early. Mr. P ushered me outside telling me, "Jamie, don't worry. Your dad is going to be fine. You run back with the other boys. I'll get your dad settled then join you."
When Mr. P returned in 5-8 minutes I asked, "Is dad ok?"
"Yes sweet-thing, he's fine. I slipped him some sleeping pills. Give it another 30 minutes and he will be down and out for the count for the rest of the night. Then we can have us some fun."
I didn't know whether to be happy or mad. He didn't technically drug dad, sleeping pills weren't anything like real drugs thank goodness. Knowing Mr. P, I would have been surprised if he gave my dad anything too serious. On the plus side, now we could have FUN! I guess the positive far out weighed the negative.
Sitting around the campfire, Mr. P handed Robby a plastic solo cup which appeared to be filled with something. What in the world? He had just come from the dad's tent? Oh no, I bet he pissed in it for bobby.
For his part, bobby held the cup under his nose taking a big whiff of the fresh brew. "Ah, smells good. Thanks Mr. P, did you just make this for me?"
"No cutie-pie. Jamie's dad did."
"What?!" I cried out. "Robby, you can't drink that."
"Why not?" Bobby answered before taking a huge mouthful and swallowing it down. "Tastes delicious. Want some?" He offered me the cup.
"No, that's just sick. That's my dad's pee. Yuck."
"Jamie, it's no different than sucking dick. A dick's a dick. Pee is just pee. It doesn't matter where it came from," bobby tried explaining before taking another gulp. Holding the cup out one more time he asked me, "You sure?"
"NO!" I responded.
"Randolph, you want some before it's all gone?"
We all turned toward Randolph who looked lost as to what he should do. His papa made up his mind for him.
"Randolph," Mr. P sternly told his middle son while nodding his head at the offered cup.
Randolph's hand slowly reached over and took the still half filled solo cup bringing it to his lips. Glancing up at bobby and me, Randolph tilted it until my dad's warm piss splashed against his lips. Another warning from his papa of "Son," made Randolph fill his mouth with the bladder brew. Swallowing it brought a mixed look of horror and disgust. I could empathize. Gross!
Mr. P gave one last look. My eyes pleaded with him, 'No.' Drinking piss was something I did when ordered, but I never enjoyed it unlike bobby who seemed to crave it. This was my father's. Somehow I couldn't get my mind to cross that taboo line.
"No worries sweet-thing. Maybe another time. bobby, you finish that up while Randolph tells you guys about his week with Darius. Bt that time, Jamie's dad should be deep asleep."
[Author's Note: Flashback as told by Randolph but from Dari's perspective. I originally wrote this before I figured out how to work it into the storyline. Remember, Mr. Pierce had given Randolph use of Dari for the week. We now get inside Dari's mind as he narrates this portion of the story. It goes without saying he was none too pleased.]
I can't believe papa is allowing Randy to use me this week. Shit, I anti no fag Randy is. I really got no problem with him being gay and shit, but I wonder what my friends would think if they knew about him. I probably should keep my mouth shut from now on if I don't want his secret getting out.
Maybe I'll just stay in bed all day. No, it'll just make it easier for him to use me here. I hear papa getting ready to leave for work. Shit, I thinks he's coming this way.
Closing my eyes I pretend to be asleep. Papa opens our door and I can feel he is standing right over my bed. Shaking my shoulder I guess I'm not going to avoid him as I look up at him.
"Morning papa."
"Boy, I'm leaving this here. You best behave and do what your brothers say. Else you'll be feeling this tonight. Do I make myself clear?"
I glance over at the nightstand and papa has just set down his strap. My butt doesn't need any more of a beating. "Yes papa. I'll be good."
Reaching up to the top bunk, papa gently wakes Randy. "Randolph, good morning. I want you to teach Dari a good lesson today. You hear me son?"
"Yes papa. I will."
"Eze will help you too."
"Yes sir."
With that warning to me, papa left. Randy hopped out of bed, his morning piss hard-on sticking out. Turning toward me, Randy asked what I feared the most, "Thirsty?" FUCK!
I almost told him to go fuck himself then I saw papa's strap. For every order I didn't follow I knew I'd get it big time. With my eyes casting daggers at him I opened my mouth and waited for his disgusting sour sauce.
Laughing, Randy said, "No, I'm not that mean Dari." Walking over to my desk, Randy picked up a tall glass I left there and filled it with his dark, yellow piss. Putting it back on my desk, Randy turns to me and warned, "But every time you disobey today, you'll swallow one mouthful. Got it?"
"Yeah," I mumbled. This day was not going to be fun.
Just then Eze strolled into our room, naked and boned. "I would have made him drink it if I were you Randolph. He's got to change his ways."
"Guess so," Randy said.
"Well, he can swallow mine then."
"Papa said Randy, not you," I protested.
"He said BOTH of us and you know it. Now open up."
"Please. Not morning piss Eze. It's too gross," I begged.
"Go get me another glass," Eze ordered. I ran to the kitchen at lightning speed and returned to the bedroom. Eze almost filled the 16 ounce plastic cup. Randy's looked about 3/4 filled. If I wasn't more careful, I'd be drinking cold morning brew all day.
"Let's go get breakfast. Come on Dari, you're making it," Eze said.
Randy and Eze sat and watched as I ran around trying to make eggs, toast, and sausages. The hot grease from the cooking sausages burnt me a few times. Cooking naked was not fun. Randy said if I burnt anything I'd be in trouble. The eggs almost overcooked as I got out the dishes and flatware. The bastards made me do it all.
Once the food was ready, Eze whispered something to Randy who chuckled but nodded in agreement. Randy told me I couldn't eat until they were finished. I stood watching them devour breakfast as my stomach rumbled. Finally finished I figured I could eat now. Nope.
First, I had to clean up everything except my plate. Second, I had to chop my food into little pieces and mix it all together. The eggs, toast, and sausages no longer looked very appetizing, but was still edible. Third, I had to spread out a painters tarp on the kitchen floor. I didn't know what they were planning.
Finally, Randy expanded, "You can eat now. But you are going to eat a bit differently." He and Eze lied down on the tarp. Taking my breakfast dish they dumped half over Randy's junk, the rest over Eze'z dick and balls.
"Kneel down, hands behind your back. Eat up," Randy ordered.
"And be sure to clean your plate," Eze said causing them to laugh.
This was totally humiliating. Sticking my tongue out I began with Randy. I lapped away at the mashed up food covering his stuff. This was just sick. After a minute, I was told to switch to Eze. For the next 15 minutes or so I alternated eating my breakfast off their crotches. Yuck.
When I finished I made the mistake of asking for something to drink. Eze told Randy to go first. I knelt in the middle of the kitchen waiting for Randy to release his bladder. Thankfully, he hadn't had much orange juice as he ate so I wasn't forced to drink much of his pee. Eze must have saved some morning brew because it felt like I was swallowing a gallon, though in reality it was probably only a cup full.
Wrapping my lips around my two older brother's dicks to swallow their piss made them both hard. No surprise I was told to blow them now. Sitting in between Eze's legs on the cold kitchen floor I started working his dick with my mouth. I had to admit, Eze certainly did live up to the stereotypical definition of Big Black Cock.
Pulling me up by my hair, the bastard got off on hearing me gag as he thrust his cock deeper and deeper into my throat. I knew he wouldn't be happy until my nose was buried in his wiry pubes. Soon enough my arms arm were flailing around in a desperate attempt to get his bone out of my windpipe.
My eyes and nose are running, my knees are sore from kneeling on the linoleum, and my throat is actually getting pounded raw from Eze's wicked assault which continued and continued. Shit, even Randy was telling Eze to slow up. I think that just encouraged Eze to pound me harder and faster.
What was probably 10 minutes but felt like an hour his cock began to throb. Somehow I think his dick got fatter around. Suddenly he shouted, "Aw Fuck, here it cums baby bro. Swallow my spunk." The first two pulses went in my throat and down my gullet, I never tasted his load. Then the big prick pulled his fat prick back and filled my mouth to overflowing with jizz.
With just the tip resting inside my lips, Eze continued to unload his balls. "Swallow my nut Dari. Eat it all up." The asshole just couldn't use my mouth, he wanted to torment me too. Popping his rod from my mouth, Eze spread the rest of his swimmers all across my lips and face.
"Next," Eze said as he stood up and allowed Randy to take his place.
I knew giving a blowjob to Randy would be much easier than Eze. Randy was a limp wristed fag after all. Swinging his leg over the kitchen chair, Randy surprised me when he placed his hands on the sides of my face and pulled me onto his boner. The fucker rammed his cock down my throat faster than Eze had. I started choking instantly. What the Fuck?
"Yeah, thought you'd get off easy didn't you. I'm tired of your shit little bro. Eze was right, I should have made you drink my morning piss. I won't make that mistake tomorrow," Randy yelled at me as he repeatedly slammed my mouth up and down on his member. Thank goodness he wasn't as big as papa or Eze, I would have died from the loss of oxygen.
"Whoa, Randolph, you go bro. Fuck his face hard and fast," Eze encouraged. Trust me, Randy didn't need any prompting. If I thought Eze was rough, I ain't seen nothing yet. It took my gay brother over 15 minutes to fill my mouth with his seed. Dang, my jaw was getting sore.
"Come on guys, let's get dressed and head to the store. I think we can have some fun with Dari-boy," Eze told us. I grabbed a t-shirt, underwear, and shorts and pulled them on. At the kitchen door to head out my two fuckhead brothers gave each other a look which I knew meant trouble.
"What say we make Dari look a little more like the fag in training he is Randolph?" Eze asked.
With a huge smile on his face, Randy agreed. "Come on little bro, bet we can find something more appropriate for you to wear." Reluctantly, I followed them back to my room where they were already going through my stuff.
"How about this?" Randy asked holding up a pair of old gym shorts that were buried deep in my dresser drawer. They were definitely too small for me now though that didn't seem to matter. Tossing them to me Randy told me, "Get these on, and lose the briefs."
Eze rummaged around and couldn't find anything he liked for a shirt. Heading to his room he returned a few minutes later with an old tank top of his that was much too long for me. Once I slipped on the tank top, the too tight shorts I was wearing vanished from view. I knew eventually they would vanish from my skinny body as well sometime during the day. The assholes.
Walking down the street in what looked nothing more than a long, white muscle shirt I knew I'd be getting some stares and remarks from anyone who saw me. Somehow I made it to our stop without being seen by anyone we knew.
---- Shit, I knew those fuckers were going to stop here. No doubt Eze would work some deal to trade my 'services' for either food or drinks, or both. I just hoped Jimbo was working this morning at the five and dime store and nobody else. I didn't want nobody else knowing what I was doing today and all Jimbo cared about was getting high and getting some relief.
Some lady was coming out as we went inside and she gave me a questioning look as I pasted her. Bet she was wondering if I had any shorts on or not. I wished I didn't right then so I could flash her my black ass. I would regret that thinking soon enough.
"Hey Eze, what you got going?" Jimbo asked as we strolled inside.
"We're just teaching our little bro Dari how to be nicer," Eze answered.
By his laugh, I knew Jimbo didn't think I'd ever learn. I may be slow, but I'm not totally stupid. I know I can't keep trashing Randy 'bout being a fag and get away with it, least not in front of Eze and Papa. Trust me, that gay boy will fear me someday. I'm going to be a man, he's gonna be nothing more than what he is now: A cock sucking, butt fucking, cum swallowing, homo, queer boy, limp wristed, gay blade, flaming fairy faggot bicha.
"You got something on under that shirt kid or you free balling under it?" Jimbo asked me. Silently I answered by pulling up the hem of the tank top showing him my shorts. "You treating him too good Eze. I'd make the punk go naked under there."
"Good idea. Lose them shorts," Randy ordered.
Well, that didn't take too long. Glancing around I didn't see nobody else in the store and figured it best to shuck them off without more people witnessing it. Tugging my cutoffs over my sneakers I tossed them to Randy who was holding out his hand waiting for them.
"Underpants," Eze commanded. I knew that was next and threw my briefs at Eze who twirled them around on his first finger just as some guy came in. Shoving my drawers in his pocket we waited as the guy asked for as pack of cigarettes. Handing Jimbo the money the guy looked at me kinda strange. I was dying inside wondering if he knew my junk was swinging free. The guys burst out laughing after he walked out.
"Hey Eze, did you say Dari could borrow your muscle shirt?" Jimbo asked.
"No I didn't. Give that back, now," Eze told me.
"Come on. You can't be serious," I argued. Three pairs of eyes were waiting for me to strip completely naked in a public store. Shit. Defeated I ripped Eze's shirt over my head. Holding it in front of my stuff I told them we'd get in trouble if someone called the cops on us.
Jimbo had a solution which I didn't like. Eze and Randy did. After Randy swiped the shirt out of my hands I was told to go find the one item I would be allowed to wear. With my hands clutched over my junk, I pleaded with them to give me something else to wear. Before they could answer a car pulled in and parked by the front door. Not wanting to be caught nude in public, I made a dash down an aisle to escape.
Unfortunately, two college aged guys came inside. One headed toward the soft drinks while the other went to the snack aisle. I was forced to run down the household products aisle to avoid being spotted. My head kept wiping around trying to keep track of these guys. My options were limited in avoiding to be seen.
My heart was beating so fast I thought it was going to come out of my chest. I didn't know how bicha got off on this shit, he'd be sporting wood for sure. My dick had practically shriveled up from the thought of being spotted. I gave it a few tugs trying to bring it back to life. Not that I wanted a boner, but I certainly didn't want to be short changed if I was seen.
Somehow I avoided more embarrassment as the two guys headed to the front counter to make their purchases. Though an old lady entered just as they were leaving. I knew I could outrun her from aisle to aisle so I'd be safe. Phew. Until the Jackson brothers strolled in. FUCK!
Since Eze and Randy was standing by the front they all exchanged hellos. Trying to remain hidden I quickly moved aisles to avoid the old lady. Eze then called out to me, "Hey Dari, come on up and say hi to the Jackson boys."
Talk about being trapped between a rock and a hard place. Knowing I was doomed I made my way up to the front. Remaining in an aisle so nobody from the street would be able to see a naked me through the plate glass windows the Jackson boys burst into roaring laughter. The old lady came to the front with her purchases allowing me to head back to the rear of the store.
Once she left I was told by Eze to get my new 'outfit' then head back up front. Grabbing the item I knew this wouldn't turn out good. Randy explained what was going on as I held the item in front of my package now that I was at the check out counter where anyone passing could see me in all my glory.
Several rude comments by the Jackson boys later then Eze delivered the order I had been dreading. Ripping open the plastic wrapping I unfolded the frilly girls panties with light pink lace along the edges. My bros and the Jacksons were dying from laughter as I slid them up over my hips. Being spotted wearing these was worse than being naked. My brothers were certainly fucking fucks if anyone ever was one.
We were all so concentrated on my new 'outfit' none of us noticed our neighbor and her little girl standing in the door with shocked expressions on their faces. When the toddler asked, "Mommy, why does Dari only have his underwear on?" I thought I would die.
"I have a feeling he's been naughty and is being taught a lesson. Ain't that right Ezekiel?" I wondered how she knew and would find out from papa that he had already discussed the situation with her.
"Yes ma'am," Eze answered with a hint of a smile on his face.
"Well, I think those are just perfect for him," she said smiling at me. Shit!
Once she and her daughter left, after a few more comments by all, Jimbo was ready for some action. While Eze watched the cash register I sucked Jimbo then the three Jackson boys off not once but twice. Randy watched and they all made several rude remarks I knew I'd never outlive.
Walking home in just little girls panties which were way too small wasn't any fun either. With the guys waiving at passing cars to draw their attention I was never so embarrassed as each one honked their horns at us. The Jackson bros not only followed us home but made sure I knew why. I was going to get butt fucked repeatedly for sure.
Once home, I was subjected to a late morning gang bang. Randy started followed the three Jackson brothers. Eze finished with a flourish. His monster cock reamed my ass big time. The Jacksons left and Randy told me it was time for me to make a late lunch. Shit, not only was I at their sexual mercy but I was a servant boy too.
In the kitchen making sandwiches Randy pointed out that the five loads of cum up my ass was starting to leak. Eze had me squat over a coffee mug as the cock snot which hadn't been absorbed dripped out. I was so not looking forward to the next order: Drink it down. When I refused Eze simply walked into my bedroom returning with the two glasses of his and Randy's morning piss.
My shithead brothers laughed as I was treated to a different take on "a shot and a beer." If swallowing more than a shot of cum which had just been in my ass wasn't bad enough, washing it down with cold, morning piss was even worse. Randy said I could drink the second glass with my sandwich. How fucking lucky am I?
In the afternoon, I had to do all of their damn chores, almost completely naked of course. Randy thought it would be funny to place a bag of clothespins on me; two on each nipple followed by two or three dozen on my dick and balls. After a while the pain dulled down and Eze or Randy would twist them. The ones on my nipples hurt more than the ones on my balls believe it or not. Just before papa came home the bastards removed the clothes pins. Fucking Hell that hurt like a mother fucking bitch.
Once I cleaned up from supper, that I had to cook, papa said it was time for him to 'relax'. After all my ass had been through today I didn't know if I could withstand any more, not that I was given a choice. Papa used me in every possible position and a few I didn't even know about. He then allowed Eze a go at me. Randy took me to bed and filled my hole as I finally drifted off to sleep.
The rest of the week was pretty much the same. From the time I got up in the morning until I went to sleep, I was nothin more than two holes for my family and friends to fill. I guess I took 'bout a dozen dicks a day this week. The Jackson brothers not only stopped by the house each day for some 'fun', but they managed to tell half the neighborhood about my punishment. I think I was used and abused by over 15 boys plus my own family, plus Tyshawn, Andre, and Mervin that week. Son of a bitch, that's 21 different dudes!
On Friday night, papa asked me if I learned my lesson. I told him "YES" though I still didn't get how Randy preferred men and boys to chicks who seemed much sexier to me. Strangely, I kinda got used to having a cock up my skinny black ass or shoved down my throat. Don't ever say anything to nobody cause I'd never admit that to Randy or anybody else.
When Randolph finished telling us about Dari's week, he said he thought Dari had finally learned his lesson. Neither Robby nor I believed that to be the case. We figured eventually Dari would return to be a self centered prick who only cared about getting his rocks off. Randolph agreed to a point but was holding out hope Darius would be a changed person. Time will tell I guess.
If dad had come back outside his tent now, he would have seen three horny teenagers all sporting serious wood. After checking on my father one more time, Mr. P said, "Boys, time to get busy." R & R and I raced to our tent as Mr. P attended to the fire for the night before joining us.
------ Did you want the details of what happened in the tent that Friday night with Mr. Pierce, Randolph, bobby, and me? Well, it goes without saying we had a blast. Mr. Pierce wasted no time getting naked with us boys. Lying down he raised his arms over his head and stretched out on one of the sleeping bags. He ordered us to "clean me up boys." For the next half an hour, three hot tongues covered every inch from head to toe of Mr. P. When he rolled over onto his stomach, bobby practically attacked his butthole. To this day I had never seen anyone eat an ass like bobby did that night. Randolph and I took care of the rest.
Rolling back over Mr. P. said it was time for a little 'action'. With us on all fours lined up from left to right in age order (youngest to oldest me, then bobby, followed by Randolph) we waited for a health dose of dick. We didn't have to wait long.
Mr. P. entered me quickly, all the way to the hilt. I cried out, nervous I was going to wake my father. Mr. P. had Randolph go check one more time. Randolph returned and reported dad was still sleeping soundly. I could hear the smile on his face when Mr. P. Said, "Good. Now let's have us some real fun."
The slamming into my backside for 3 minutes was fast and furious. Looking down between my legs at the strong legs of Mr. P. pounding away at my hole I thought his BBC was going to come out through my belly button. Man was he reaming me good. Once he pulled out, I felt so empty. I wanted him or anyone back in my chute, which was left gapping open and winking, almost begging to be stuffed again.
Moving over to bobby, Mr. P. screwed him faster than me. Surely my dad was going to wake up from the scream bobby let out. Another check by Randolph confirmed dad was not going to discover us. Mr. P. took that opportunity to fuck bobby so hard, pushing bobby prone on the sleeping bag actually squishing poor bobby beneath. From the smile on his face, my pervert of a friend wasn't complaining. Three minutes later Mr. P. pulled out in order to avoid shooting too soon.
Randolph's fuck seemed almost mild in comparison to what bobby and I received. Randolph was rocking back onto his father's cock ensuring his papa had every quarter of an inch deeply imbedded. Watching the father and son duo was so hot I began tugging away at my own dick, only to be told by Mr. P. to 'leave it alone boy." When Randolph's three minutes were done I anxiously awaited another ride.
For the second trip, Mr. P. had us lie on our backs as he held our ankles in his hands spreading our legs wide. Mr. P. never lost eye contact with us as we were being fucked. Mr. P made two trips around before he finally exploded his load. Thankfully, I was fortunate enough to be on the receiving end of that round. R & R looked disappointed it wasn't them until Mr. P told them to eat my ass clean after he withdrew from my warm love tunnel. Knowing my love of giving a good ATM, I was awarded the treat of cleaning off Mr. P's cum covered cock. There was no sweeter ATM than this one. Then piss pig bobby swallowed all the golden nectar Mr. P had to offer.
By now it was way past bedtime for any of us. Mr. P told us to get right to sleep once we peed and brushed our teeth. Kissing us goodnight, each with plenty of tongue to get our motors revved up again, Mr. P headed to the adult tent so my dad wouldn't suspect anything in the morning.
For a few moments the three of us sat there in silence until I leaned over and pushed my tongue into Randolph's hot mouth. A three way spit swapping took place which soon turned into a quick circle suck. I did bobby, who did Randolph, who blew me. Knowing we had better hit the hay we grabbed our toiletry bags and a shared bottle of water we to brush our teeth. As I began to stand with my feet apart to pee one last time, bobby stopped me quickly. Smiling at Randolph we both nodded and gave our kinky friend a night time drink.
After shaking off our dicks we ran to our tent jumping into our sleeping bag to warm up as the night air was getting a bit chilly. Randolph had zipped two together and the three of us snuggled inside with the third bag on top of us. I was lucky enough to grab the middle spot. Lying on my side I felt Randolph pressing up against my back as I held Robby close to my chest. Closing my eyes I felt such warmth, love, and contentment with my two best buds...
------ Sleep, perchance to DREAM...
What the...? What is that? I can feel some type of pressure building. I've never been so full in my life, it is almost overwhelming. Crap, what is happening? Oh, that's exactly what it is Crap. As my dad would say, I'm full of shit. I've got to get to the outhouse and quickly. If I don't hurry I'm going to shit the bed.
Try as I might to get out of the sleeping bag I can't. Hold on, Where are the sleeping bags? I'm lying totally naked on my back with my knees raised and spread wide. My arms aren't tied down yet I can't move them. Somehow I've lost the ability to move though I don't appear to be restrained in any fashion.
Hey, what about R & R? Looking up I expect to see the roof of the tent but instead I see a bright light shining in my eyes preventing me from focusing on anything clearly. I see hundreds of tiny dots in the light. What are those?
Glancing over to my left I see Robby lying in the same position as I am with a look of pure bliss on his face. Over to my right, Randolph is... GONE.
UGH. The pressure in my lower body has just increased. Bringing my head up I look between my outstretched legs, past my morning wood to see Randolph kneeling just below my ass. Unlike Robby, he doesn't seem too pleased. What is he doing? What is going on? Why can't I move? Why do I have to take a dump so badly?
Then I see it. It looks like the biggest dump I've ever taken coming out of me. No wonder Randolph seems unhappy. So would I if I were in his position watching a friend lying there shitting. Yuck.
Robby's moaning causes me to look back over at him. In doing so I see Mr. P kneeling next to Randolph between Robby's legs. Unlike Randolph, Mr. P looks very pleased about something. What the fuck is happening?
I hear Robby whisper out, "Deeper," and feel the pressure in my guy increase. Randolph is looking more uncomfortable, much like my insides are feeling. Why can't I get up? If I don't get to the outhouse and soon, there is going to be a real problem.
Those tiny dots above me seem to be moving around. My eyes focus and I notice they are in groups of two. Straining to see I finally realize they are sets of eyes. Slowly faces start to take shape. Who in their right world is looking down on me, or should I say us.
Not surprisingly the first face I recognize belongs to Dean. He is smiling at me from ear to ear. Then Dale appears. Next is our friend John Stanton from school. The faces flash before my eyes in no particular order I notice Richard, Tyshawn, Dennis and John K, Donny, Louis and Greg from school, my friend Glenn from school, Mervin, Eze and Dari, and Eddie. The faces are getting faster and faster. I can't keep up with them all. My entire volleyball gym class floats past. Then the swim club boys. The fucker Huck is laughing as his face drifts past then his brother Leo from the restaurant.
More and more guys appear looking down on Robby and me in this compromising position. I hear Dean's voice faintly telling me to relax. Just enjoy it Bicha. I look around and now there must be a hundred young men and boys watching me squirm around in discomfort, yet I'm still hard so I can't be in too much pain.
One more time I hear Robby squeak out, "Deeper," and again feel myself being filled. Wait, I'm not taking a dump, Randolph must be pushing something inside of me. But what? Straining to lift my head up I can see it. It wasn't a big turd coming OUT of me, it was Randolph's fist going INTO me. This can't be happening.
I struggle with my imaginary bonds preventing me from moving. Robby grunts and I see him with his mouth hanging open moaning as if he is in some sexual nirvana. Obviously he is enjoying himself more than I at the moment.
I hear Randolph say, "Papa, no more. Please."
Mr. P looks down on Robby and asks, "What do you say Cutie-pie? Want some more?" Robby is no longer lying next to me. He has been replaced by his alter ego bobby. No wonder why he's smiling as Robby/bobby has turned into the kinkiest piss and now pain pig imaginable. "Good boy," Mr. P says as once again there is more pressure in my gut.
I scream out, "Uncle, uncle, U-N-C-L-E!" Suddenly Randolph reverses direction as the fullness in my belly starts to subside. Once his forearm is retracted with just his fist in me I feel so much better, Sure, my hole is still grasping his wrist tightly but as the discomfort lessens I'm able to see things more clearly.
Gone are the hundreds of faces looking down on Robby and me. Mr. P and Randolph are behind us with their hands up our asses. Mr. P looks over at me and says, "You done real good Sweet-thing, but I knew Cutie-pie was going to win this little competition. He has it in him just a little bit more. Randolph, pop out and let Jamie rest a bit while I see just how far Cutie-pie is willing to go."
My eyes widen as the thickness of Randolph's fist is gently worked from my hole. I feel my ass lips opening and closing almost as if they were missing the intruder. Randolph crawls between my legs and lies on top of me. Holding me in his arms I feel very safe and secure in his warm embrace. He kisses me softly on the lips then we turn our attention to bobby.
Mr. P once again asks my friend, "More?" to which bobby nods his head vigorously. Randolph and I watch as Mr. P slowly pushes another two inches inside bobby. I can't believe it. More than half of Mr. Ps forearm is inside bobby's chute.
Randolph tells me, "You had me up to here," as he indicates just how deeply I took him. From the knuckles on his fist to the spot on his arm had to be close to 12 inches. Holy Fuck and a Half! Fisting was one thing, but taking an arm! And bobby was past the depth I had taken.
Mr. P keeps talking softly to bobby, encouraging him to take more and more. Eventually, Mr. P's elbow is at the entrance to bobby's love tunnel. I think 'no way.' Randolph and I can see bobby is still rock hard, his cock dripping pre all over his stomach. He is so getting off on this. With one more confirmation from our wild, sex fiend friend to proceed, Mr. P leans forward driving the elbow past bobby's anal sphincter.
"AUGGGGG!" bobby cries out as his balls burst sending molten hot cum erupting from his untouched dick before he passes out from either the pain or pleasure. Mr. P is gently caressing bobby's face. Is Robby still breathing I wonder. I honestly don't know if he is alive or dead at this point. Regardless, bobby looks blissfully happy. What a way to go I think.
Robby's eyes flutter for a moment and then he opens them. "Oh fuck. That was amazing," he croaks out in a raspy voice. Mr. P kisses bobby deeply. Randolph and I hug each other a bit tighter knowing our friend has just had the sexual high of his young life, and more importantly survived it too.
Mr. P moves down and begins the slow process of removing his arm from Bobby's hole. Popping the elbow out first caused a slight grunt from bobby. The tapered forearm slid out easily enough. Once at the wrist, Mr. P told bobby, "Hold on Cutie-pie, just a bit more. Take a deep breath," before he ripped his fist free.
"FUCK," Robby yelled out now that he no longer had half an arm shoved up inside him. Randolph and I watched as Robby's hole tried to close but couldn't. It looked as if half of his inside were trying to come out. It was actually gross if you asked me. Mr. P simply held his fingers against Robby's ass lips and pushed everything back inside.
Suddenly, I was covered in sweat. Sitting up I looked left and right to see R & R sleeping peacefully. What?! OMG! It was only a nightmare. Thank goodness. I had to get a drink of water and wiggled out from between my two friends.
Once outside in the fresh air, I recalled my nightmare. Where did that come from I wondered. Could I or anybody really take an arm up his ass? The more I thought about it, the more excited I became and was soon sporting a huge erection. I thought about rubbing out a load but decided to save it. Guess my subconscious was almost as warped as bobby in real life.
Upon entering the tent I saw Randolph sitting up. He asked me what happened and I said I had had a nightmare. I told him I would tell him about it in the morning and we crawled back into our bed. I pulled Robby close to me and he pushed back into me in his sleep. Randolph held me tight as we drifted off to more peaceful dreams.
----- Saturday Camping.
Dad was up bright and early, and I followed despite my sexual activity and dream/nightmare the night before. The others weren't quite as much morning people as we were. Dad asked what we did after he crashed last night. I told him just sat around the camp fire and talked. Mr. P had previously instructed us on our cover story.
The memories of my nightmare were as fresh as they had been last night and I couldn't wait to tell R & R about them. I wondered, were they just a dream? Or maybe a fantasy? Or even a wish to come true? Whatever, today looked sunny and bright and I hoped it would be a great day fishing and of course other things too.
To Be Continued...
Author's Note: Like so many, here is another chapter which is getting too long. I wanted to finish telling the camping trip but think it best to wait until next chapter. The storyline I so want to tell about Bicha Jamie getting onto trouble will just have to wait a tad longer, sorry.
I have never been fisted so my descriptions are only based upon what I have read in other stories. If they are not accurate, please forgive me. The elbow scene was at the suggestion of a loyal reader to whom I thank for his suggestion.
Also, I'm going to change up Jamie's week. He won't be going to the Mann farm to work on Monday, but will return Sunday night to receive some pay. Mr. Mann explains to his dad that Jamie did enough work by Wednesday (even though he didn't really work that day) to pay off his debt. Thus, Mr. Mann felt Jamie should be paid for the work he did on Thursday and Friday. It's all a pretense just to get Jamie to the farm where he will be framed for a crime he didn't commit. (Obviously, you can't be framed for a crime you did commit.)
Then Jamie, Dean, and Dale will go to swim club (remember those physicals) for two weeks where Jamie meets a kid who looks like a young version of Johan Paulik from Bel Ami studios. Look him up if you don't know who he is. In real life, I have met just such a person at the gym who is hotter than hot. This character will be based on him.
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