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Subject: Deans Bicha 4 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. Please Donate to Nifty to keep this wonderful service free. I would appreciate constructive feedback. I can be reached ail I enjoy hearing feedback and will reply. Dean's Bicha, Part Four. I left my shorts and t-shirt from this afternoon in the garage overnight. I'd get them after school tomorrow. I started to go over the rules in my head. Rule One: No underwear. Ok that shouldn't be too bad. I'd still wear them to school. They weren't in my school yet, nor even in my grade so we wouldn't even have P.E. class together. In the afternoon and weekends I'd have to be careful when sitting down as all of my shorts were very short (as was the fashion) so my boy bits might hang out. At least my mom won't notice the missing new briefs. Rule Two: No Pubes. Ok, for now I can say they were shaved because of my operation which was partially true. But for how long could I get away with that? Well, nobody ever saw me anyway except for gym class and I was excused for the rest of the year, so again no problem for now. But how long will they keep me like this. I hoped that I would be able to regrow them for the start of school in the fall. I'll worry about that later. Rule Three: Sleeping over their house. One weekend night until school gets out shouldn't be a problem. Since there weren't a lot of kids because we didn't live in a big neighborhood my parents would probably be ok with that. And during summer vacation one weeknight should be ok too. I was more worried about what Dean was going to to do while I was there. Dale seemed a little less sadistic. But what about their parents, especially the mom? They had made reference to her and something about the way she looked at me scared me. Rule Four: Sleeping naked and walking around only in my briefs. The sleeping part was easy. If my parents caught me I'd just say that pajamas are starting to feel too restrictive and that dad sleeps this way. I was growing up after all. I think they'd buy that. The walking around part was much harder, I mean more difficult. My family may have been ok with parading around in underwear, but I was far too modest. Think, think, think. How could I do this? I'll start our gradually then work my way up to it. I only had a week so it couldn't be too slow either. I couldn't imagine it then, but in two months time, I would have been grateful to walk around in just my briefs. So that night I didn't put my pajamas under my bed for easy access in the morning. I slipped off my briefs and stepped out of them leaving them on the floor next to my bed. I knew my dad did this because I had seen his boxers by the bedside nights and mornings going to use the half bath off their bedroom to brush my teeth. Mom had gotten an electric toothbrush and it was kept in there so we all had to use her half bath for brushing. Sleeping in the buff for the first time was way better than my briefs. When I woke up in the morning I knew I was hooked for life on the freedom. No wonder Giresun Escort my dad slept this way. Now for the hard part, walking around in my briefs. As I lay in bed thinking about how I would work up to that level, dad opened my door. He wasn't a fan of our doors closed as we got older, and he never knocked. Quickly closing my eyes I waited for him to wake me as was the routine. My sister set her own alarm clock radio but I never did. So every weekday morning, he stood in my doorway and made sure I was awake and got out of bed. I thought, this is the moment. With heart pounding I opened my eyes and stretched my arms over my head and said good morning to him. As I moved, the covers fell down exposing my shoulders and upper chest. He looked at me then down to the floor noticing my discarded underwear. Good thing the shades were pulled down and the room was dark so he couldn't see my face turning red. "No pajamas?" Sitting up the bedsheets fell to my stomach. "Um, no. I um, didn't wear any last night. They are kinda of... of binding at night now that I'm... I'm getting bigger," I stammered as I glanced down at the blanket covering my expanding cock. I didn't have to pretend to be nervous, I was. "Bigger?" He questioned probably because I'm still pretty skinny. Even though I had implied down there with my head nod, dad didn't pick up on it right away. "Yeah, you know," I mumbled and I raised my index finger out straight and pointed it up. Three years ago when I was ten and taking a bath my father came in to do his business. Remember, the half bath in their bedroom was strictly my mom's territory except for teeth brushing. As he sat on the toilet, he noticed my erection and yelled at me wanting to know if I was playing with myself. I was of course but denied it. He then pointed his index finger out straight and asked, "Why are you like this then?" I said I didn't know it just was and he seemed to accept it knowing that I was starting puberty earlier than he expected no doubt. I used his own reference and he shook his head remembering. "Oh right, ok get up," he told me slightly smiling as he remained in my doorway. How could I do that with him watching. Surely he would notice my lack of pubes. He had been in the exam room when the orderly had shaved half of them away, my mom had stepped out. But now they were all gone. What explanation could I give, I wanted to make them look balanced? Even I knew that sounded silly. By this time I realized I had another problem as well, I was now totally hard. NO, he can't see that. Reaching down with my hand I scooped up my briefs and slid them on under the sheets and hoped out of bed. I tried turning away so he couldn't see, but he did. "I see, you are getting bigger sport," he chuckled. "Dad!" "Morning wood. I get that too." "DAD!!!" "Nothing to worry about. Let me see what size that underwear is," he said as he moved toward me and grabbed the back of my briefs. "Mom just got me these. The size is fine." I wiggled to get away. My dad was in the uniform supply business. You know for hospitals, service stations, factory workers, etc... Thus he always had a tape measure to get the correct sizes for new customers. He took me by the arm and pulled out my bedroom door to his closet in the hall, mom used the one in her bedroom. Fortunately, it was directly across from my room. I couldn't believe this. Giresun Escort Bayan Here I was not only standing in front of my father in my briefs, but I had a full blown erection by now too. Did he plan this humiliation with Dean? Taking the tape measure out of his closet he was just kneeling down to measure my waist when my sister opened her door heading to the bathroom. She glanced over and asked what I was doing in my underwear. My father said getting some size measurements and continued. With that, she kept walking barely giving it another thought. I dodged that bullet. OMG! My dad is less than a foot from my boner which is practically popping out of my thin briefs. I think I'm going to either die of embarrassment or pass out. He announces 24.5 inches and boys mediums fit 24-26 inches so I'm good. He stands up, looks at my stretched out underwear, smiles, then says, "It looks as if you're bigger here than most boys with your waist" and he FLICKS MY DICK. He actually flicked my dick. I nearly jumped out of my skin. Good thing I didn't jump out of my underwear. "Go eat breakfast, you're late." I rushed back into my room, grabbed my bathrobe, and headed to the kitchen to eat. I never tasted my cereal as I replayed the events in my head over and over. My dad knows I sleep in the nude because my cock is "too big" for my briefs and pajamas. By the time I finish eating my wood has gone down and I put my dishes in the sink. By now it's my turn to use the bathroom and as I head there my sister comes out and whispers, "Did dad measure your hard on for you too?" She burst out laughing as she went to her room to get ready for the day. Looking back at me with my jaw on the floor, she winked at me and said, "My little brother is growing UP and getting BIG." I don't know how long I stared at her door after she shut it but I eventually went into the bathroom. I hung my robe on the back of the door and went on to do my morning routine. Really? I had another stiff one. Was it because of what my sister just said. I really was sick for getting off on these embarrassing moments. I figured what the hell, I may as well take care of matters at hand. So I did. After I finished with my self pleasures, I thought this would have been the perfect time to eat in my underwear. Dad pulled me out of the room and then told me to go eat. I had chosen to go get my robe. Stupid on my part. Well that would have only been good for this morning anyway. Besides, I can't keep throwing bones in my briefs. Bones in briefs. I started laughing to myself. I'll figure something out. --- That afternoon the school bus driver went past my house a bit until I yelled stop. As I was getting off he apologized saying he hadn't seen my get on. I always said hi to all the drivers and they knew me by name. But today I was way too preoccupied by what Dean and Dale were going to force me to do and I got on the bus in a fog not saying anything to Tom, our driver. Stepping off, he called out, "Have a good afternoon Jamie." If he only knew. I had about 30 minutes before Mrs. Soarer brought the boys home from their school. I changed into shorts and a t-shirt, being careful to take off my underwear. I didn't need any more destroyed. After peeing and grabbing a snack it was time to head down. They were just getting out of the car as I approached. Mrs. Soarer gave me a creepy, knowing Escort Giresun smile and went inside without saying anything to me. "Go around to the basement backdoor and wait for us," Dean ordered. Running around I nervously waited for what would probably be another embarrassing afternoon. Maybe ten minutes later, they came out having changed themselves. "Strip," Dale said, "you can leave your socks and sneakers on." I dropped my shorts and shirt to the ground by the door and knew to stand at Attention. "Very good," Dean smiled as he examined my rear end. "You remembered no underwear. Though I bet you wore it to school. It looks like the whipping I gave you didn't leave too many marks. I'll have to try harder next time." Damn, I thought. "Let's go," Dale said as the three of us started walking toward the back of their property to the corn fields beyond. Now I had run around in these fields naked many times before. But never starting out in my yard, only under the cover of the corn stalks did I strip down. And never while being led by two dressed boys forcing me to follow. I started to erect and thought, please not now. "Look Dean, he's liking this," he chuckled as he pointed to my partially hardening dick. "Well if he likes this, we'll just have to find something he doesn't like," Dean laughed. I swallowed hard knowing I was in trouble. We hadn't gone ten steps when I heard the clothes line being pulled in. Looking back, I saw Mrs. Soarer taking in the towels she had hanging out to dry. She looked down at us then called out, "boys come up here for a moment." Once I put my eyes back in their sockets I gave Dale a look that said Really? He quietly told me to keep my arms to my sides. Keep my arms to my sides!!! What are they nuts? His mom just caught me in their yard with nothing on but sneakers and socks and wants us to come up to their back deck. She'll see the whole package up close and personal. As we climbed the stairs I had a glimmer of hope that she would read them the riot act then tell me to get dressed. If only. My hands were clenched so tightly but I managed not to cover myself. I think I had to remind myself to breathe too. Mrs. Soarer stood there looking over my naked body, with an inflating penis (luckily only half hard) for a good 30 seconds. It doesn't seem like long unless it's you in that situation. "Is this your new bicha?" She asked. She knew! And "new" bicha? They had had one previously? "Yes," Dean replied with a huge smile. "Nice. Very Nice. He looks big," she stated as a matter of fact not taking her eyes off of my genitals. I followed her gaze and all four of us watched as my pride and joy went up notch by notch until it was skyward. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. An excited bicha meeds to be punished," was all she said to the boys as she then turned back to her laundry. "Yes mama!" Dean replied beaming. Dean then wrapped his fist around my hard pecker and pulled me after him as he and Dale headed down the deck stairs. Needless to say I followed very quickly. As we got to the last step, she called out, "Oh bicha." My head spun around as I became accustom to the Portuguese slur and she told me, "You're going to be a good bicha boy. I can tell." I stood there in shock. It was now obvious that at least Mrs. Soarer knew of the boys' activities, probably the dad did too. Dean tightened his grip on my dick and whispered for me to thank her which I did. She smiled at us, really her sons more than me, and told them, "Go have fun with your new Bicha boys. But be back in time for supper." With her blessing Dale led the way as Dean pulled me by my hard-on into the cornfields. What awaited me now? To Be Continued...