The Talent Show_Completed

[HumbledBareBoy]

(NOTE: Feedback below based upon Chapters 1-5, but not yet 6th!)

Richmond was a couple inches taller than me, and probably twenty-five or more pounds heavier

and made Richmond take his shirt off. <-snip-> Now Richmond wasn't a big tough athlete, far from it, but he was taller and heavier without being fat. I'd say he was big boned and hefty...

Looking down at it (how could I not? It's right there in front of me) I was instantly jealous. Not only is Richmond a little older than I am, and a little taller than I am, but he appeared to be much larger than I am. Not only can I see what appears to be a dick that's at least four inches soft, but Richmond also tucked the waistband of his briefs under his balls. This made them push forward and those balls could have been used as a door stop or a hefty paperweight. <-snip-> Richmond is fourteen, same as I am, and though significantly longer (and bigger balled) he doesn't have more pubic hair, maybe less.

Sounds like quite the fetching and handsome boy, for sure, one that would assuredly prove very easy on the eyes! To be somewhat facetious, honestly my only complaint about the character is that he's simply overdressed, but I jest, I jest -- LOL! In all seriousness, the mental image is very very much to my personal liking...

Richmond took his shirt off before he sat down on the couch <-snip-> so close to him that I could faintly smell the sweat he worked up during the basketball game

...and I spilt some coke which landed on Richmond's chest. It was my turn to say "oops, sorry", but Richmond didn't accept the apology. He grabbed my head and leaned me over toward his body. "Lick it up," my friend told me. My face is right up against
Richmond's bare upper body, but no so close that I can't see the trickle of coke that ran from the center of his chest down to his stomach.
Another shove on the back of my head and my face is planted on his skin. <-snip-> I give my best friend a tongue bath up and down a good portion of his chest and abdomen. The smell of boy's roughhousing sweat was really strong at that moment, and it made me want to take a shower...real bad.

I have not been religious, nor even merely spirtual, for many years by this current time -- yet the material I'm quoting above has me wanting to fan myself like an old Southern Baptist church lady... Got me here feeling all manner of this and that, so keep up the good work dear fellow!

[TeenFan]

(NOTE: Feedback below based upon Chapters 1-5, but not yet 6th!)

Richmond was a couple inches taller than me, and probably twenty-five or more pounds heavier

...and I spilt some coke which landed on Richmond's chest. It was my turn to say "oops, sorry", but Richmond didn't accept the apology. He grabbed my head and leaned me over toward his body. "Lick it up," my friend told me. My face is right up against
Richmond's bare upper body, but no so close that I can't see the trickle of coke that ran from the center of his chest down to his stomach.
Another shove on the back of my head and my face is planted on his skin. <-snip-> I give my best friend a tongue bath up and down a good portion of his chest and abdomen. The smell of boy's roughhousing sweat was really strong at that moment, and it made me want to take a shower...real bad.

the material I'm quoting above has me wanting to fan myself like an old Southern Baptist church lady... Got me here feeling all manner of this and that, so keep up the good work dear fellow!

So sorry to make you so hot n bothered HBB.
Here is a photo of somebody who matches the description for a fit fourteen year old

https://www.teenidols4you.com/blink/Act ... beat03.jpg

Kevin Zegers at this age is a perfect match for Richmond, at least in my opinion. He was in a lot of fairly good movies in the mid-nineties.

[TeenFan]

The Talent Show
Chapter 7. Shower Time Showtime


Being out of the bathroom turned out to be for a short duration. Richmond's mom was in the kitchen as I entered with the double trouble
duo of siblings. Richmond went to the pantry to search for more snacks. I still felt a little weird standing around in my underwear, though I
was past the panicky feeling.

"I noticed you didn't take a shower after the basketball game," Mrs. Sherman says to Richmond. "You two boys were a little on the stinky side
when you sat down to watch the movie. Now you two march straight to the bathroom and get yourselves all nice and clean."

Richmond didn't protest and I certainly was not in any position to. I'm a guest of the house, and the grownups make the rules. With a hand on
each of our shoulders, Mrs. Sherman pushed us toward the bathroom. A giggling June brings up the rear. At the door to the bathroom Richmond
and I get shoved inside. Immediately I realize something is once again not following normal procedures. Being shoved in together like that,
it was only too obvious that Richmond's mom expected us both to shower at the same time. The shower certainly was large enough for that.

"I'll bring you fresh shorts for you to put on, Richmond. I guess your friend is stuck with those boxer briefs for now."

Mrs. Sherman leaves the bathroom. Very quickly Richmond slips out of his shorts and underwear. He opens the glass door to the shower and
he steps inside to get the water turned on. I'm still thinking about what was just said, about Mrs. Sherman coming back with shorts for Richmond.
What does she really mean by that? Is she going to carefully open the bathroom door and deposit them inside?

"Will you get in here you big dummy. This water is warmed up," Richmond shouts at me.

I was never scared of public showering at school, or a city pool. After swimming, I normally kept my swimsuit on in the shower. I did think
it was strange when other boys scrub themselves in the shower while naked, often standing under a showerhead not far away, striking up a conversation with you right as they soap up their crotches, and since they are talking to you it sort of forces you to look in their direction.

Stepping into a bathroom shower with another guy is not something I did before. The closeness of one body to another, an elbow or hand brushing against the other inadvertently. The whole thing made me nervous, and again I was impressed with and envious of Richmond's very manly
sized man parts. Richmond sprayed me down using the flexible shower attachment. As I was soaping up a washcloth to do my chest and arms
Richmond started with soaping up his hands into a frothy lather and went to work on his dick and balls. He did a most thorough job on his
genitalia and by the time he rinsed himself off Richmond was showing a much larger version of his already prodigious penis. Instead of ignoring
the growing tension in the shower, Richmond brough attention to it.

"Sometimes I get hard when I wash myself. Does that ever happen to you, Austin?"

"Umm...I don't know," is all I could say. Sometimes I did jerk off in the shower. It's the perfect way to get a super clean cock and have fun
with it at the same time.

"People tell me I have the biggest dick they've ever seen in person. But most of them were guys my age. There are grownups with a bigger one, like porn stars. Take a guess at how big this thing is."

I could see it was big, but I didn't have any clue how many inches that thing was. My dick is only 5.5 inches when hard. I guess how much it
stands straight up like an arrow to the sky is because it's not that long. I can see Richmond's dick poking straight outward, only slightly upward
pointing. It's too heavy to point upward.

"Turn around and I'll scrub your back."

"No..no, I can do it myself," I said. There was no way I was going to turn my back and have that huge and erected dick come up behind me.

Richmond laughs and he grabs the showerhead to spray me in the face.

"You're so shy. My sister and I are gonna take care of that."

A silence falls as we continue washing. The bathroom door opens and Mrs. Sherman comes in. She has Richmond's shorts. She steps over to the
wall where the towel bars are, and she grabs two towels. I shrank back away from the glass wall and door, toward the back of the shower, into
the shadows. The glass wall has water droplets all over it, as well as a sheen of water that does obscure things a little bit, but not enough. I can see Mrs. Sherman clearly through the glass.

"You boys about done in there?"

Richmond turns the water off.

"All done mom. We're coming out," Richmond says as he places the showerhead back in place. Without any warning he swings open the
shower door and step out in the brighter light of the bathroom, hard dick poking out and leading the way.

Mrs. Sherman hands her son a towel. It's as if she sees her son naked all the time, even when he has a hardon, and it's like no big deal.

"That's so much better. Clean wet is so much better than sweaty wet. Now get yourself out here, Austin. You gonna hide in there all day?"

As I step out of the shower, I'm amazed by seeing Richmond standing arms at his side as his mom dries off his back, the other towel across her
shoulder. I stand there for what seemed like forever, my hands cupped over my crotch. Finally the towel gets tossed in my direction. I have
to let go of myself with one hand in order to catch it.

"He sure is a shy one. Shy boys are so adorable," Mrs. Sherman says, and she looks over at me with a smile. "But I think our guest wants some
privacy. You two come into the kitchen afterwards. I'm gonna make some hot cocoa."

Mrs. Sherman leaves the bathroom.

"I can't believe what just happened. Your mom comes right on in when you take a shower?"

"I got nothing to hide," Richmond tells me, and he goes to work drying off his still half-way hard dick.

After drying off, Richmond put on gray athletic shorts, no underwear. The shorts are slightly tight on him, his bulge very noticeable.
I put my boxer briefs back on. Richmond finds a comb above the sink, and I get my hair straightened. The towels are placed on their racks
and it was time to head to the kitchen for cocoa.

[HumbledBareBoy]

So sorry to make you so hot n bothered HBB. Here is a photo of somebody who matches the description for a fit fourteen year old
https://www.teenidols4you.com/blink/Act ... beat03.jpg
Kevin Zegers at this age is a perfect match for Richmond...

Thank you kindly, and he does NOT disappoint!

"Hey...what are you doing? Gonna take a dump?"

I've no affinity for scatological content, in and of itself, but I could not help chuckling at the very idea because if he were actually brazen enough, then what a way to turn the tables on the precocious young lady, perhaps? Giving her a LOT more than she bargained for -- LOL!

The closeness of one body to another, an elbow or hand brushing against the other inadvertently. The whole thing made me nervous, and again I was impressed with and envious of Richmond's very manly sized man parts. ...and by the time he rinsed himself off Richmond was showing a much larger version of his already prodigious penis. Instead of ignoring the growing tension in the shower, Richmond brought attention to it.

My, my, my...

I could see it was big, but I didn't have any clue how many inches that thing was. My dick is only 5.5 inches when hard.

More generally, this snippet reminds me of the "size" thread over in the General Discussions forum, but I can address that over there. With respect to the current story, though, surely the best resolution to the "how many inches" mystery is by simply measuring the member in question, yes?

I can see Richmond's dick poking straight outward, only slightly upward pointing. It's too heavy to point upward. "Turn around and I'll scrub your back."

"No..no, I can do it myself," I said. There was no way I was going to turn my back and have that huge and erected dick come up behind me.

You tease!

"All done mom. We're coming out," Richmond says as he places the showerhead back in place. Without any warning he swings open the
shower door and step out in the brighter light of the bathroom, hard dick poking out and leading the way.

Mrs. Sherman hands her son a towel. It's as if she sees her son naked all the time, even when he has a hardon, and it's like no big deal.

This is actually one of my favorite moments, from this specific installment! Even though the "E" portion of "ENM" constitutes a major part of our focus/interest here, I also find something mysteriously intriguing and provocative about such "flippantly brazen" displays of "casual immodesty" on the part of a boy character, even in front of the opposite gender. I have to wonder if this is a degree of "exhibitionism" at work here, or if instead Richmond just really, really "doesn't give a shit" about it, plain and simple...? (Hmmm, I wonder...) Could there be a "backstory" to this state of affairs, perhaps?

"He sure is a shy one. Shy boys are so adorable," Mrs. Sherman says, and she looks over at me with a smile. "But I think our guest wants some privacy. You two come into the kitchen afterwards. I'm gonna make some hot cocoa."

Very considerate of her, being so sympathetic and accommodating about their bashful house-guest's pubescent boyish modesty, which is seemingly quite the contrast to her daughter June; however, a good contrast in my opinion, speaking from a "creative writing" perspective... ... a bit of "psycho-emotional diversity," if you will, and stories generally benefit from some productive variation among character personalities, yes?

[TeenFan]

Very considerate of her, being so sympathetic and accommodating about their bashful house-guest's pubescent boyish modesty, which is seemingly quite the contrast to her daughter June; however, a good contrast in my opinion, speaking from a "creative writing" perspective... ... a bit of "psycho-emotional diversity," if you will, and stories generally benefit from some productive variation among character personalities, yes?

Thank you for the in depth commentary of the previous chapter, HBB
I put lots of emphasis on the E in ENM/ENF stories.
Sometimes a sense of insecurity comes from being in the presence of another person or group of people who are naked. In the case of
Ausin in this story, his new friend can be intimidating in his masculinity and impressive size. Richmond pushes the boundaries of proper
behavior. How far will he (and his sister) go? Such blatant exhibitionism will either cause Austin to withdraw inwardly and mayby he will
look for a way out of this sleepover. Or it could bring him out of his shell.

Austin is acting similar to how others do in an SPH story, but without the "Small" size issue. His 5.5 just seems so "Small" in comparison to
his friend. Will he get over this self-consciousness? That is the question.

[TeenFan]

The Talent Show
Chapter 8. Double Jeopardy


The cocoa Mrs. Sherman made was out of this world good. Instead of only using the powder stuff from a can, she also put in shavings from a
hunk of Mexican chocolate with a little dose of cinnamon and vanilla. With marshmallows melting on top this hot chocolate made me want to
drink three cups. June joined us, having changed into her night clothes. She had on a t-shirt with no bra, and I could see her little pointy nippies.
June wasn't wearing shorts, only her cotton underwear, an expensive brand they must be cause there were cute little images of Tinkerbell
all over them. The t-shirt didn't cover her panties at all, but she didn't seem to mind my seeing her legs and cute bottom.

Me and the other kids are dressed for bed, telling me the sleep time on this sleepover must be getting near. I looked at a wall clock and
saw it was only Nine O'clock. Hmmm...are we going to be put to bed so early?

Richmond suggested the next course of action, "Let's go to the living room and play some video games on the Playstation."

There were some cool older games to choose from, and I got the choice to pick one. I chose an older Tekken game. My favorite character
to fight with is Hwoarang, the taekwondo guy who has the cool uniform and super duper kicks. Richmond mostly used Bryan Fury. June
stuck with Kuma, the big bad bear.

We did our own little tournament. The quickly devised plan was simple. We keep playing each other, switching after each death of character,
until one person has gotten Ten wins. We keep track of our wins. The loser, the one with the fewest wins will be given a punishment from both
better players. The two players with higher scores will determine what those punishments will be. It's double jeopardy.

As the playing began my illusions of being a Tekken master were quickly shattered. I thought I was good, but that is from playing the game
mostly by myself at home, me vs the game. I was able to beat June's Kuma bear half the time, but I only beat Richmond's Bryan Fury once.
Since I lost to Bryan Fury just about every time, Richmond got to Ten wins first. June had Seven wins, and I had a measly, unimpressive Five
wins. I got my ass whooped, bad.

Richmond and June put their heads together, and in whispers they considered what to do to me. June did a lot of giggling, looking at me a
couple times.

June steps over to me, and her punishment, or you could call it a dare, was to go outside and wait by the street. After further instruction
I went out the front door with the other two following closely behind, three kids wearing only shorts or underwear. We walked, barefoot all
three of us, walked up the sidewalk till we were three houses up the street.

It's very dark now, the only lighting near the street being a streetlamp on the other side. June and Richmond ducked behind some bushes,
and I was alone standing by the street. A minute or so later a car comes down the street toward me. All I can see are the headlight approaching.
The worst part of this is the possibility it turns out to be a police car cruising the neighborhood, but I had to chance it.

The car comes closer, light beams brightening the street ahead of the car. I step into the street. A few paces beyond the sidewalk I stop and
turn away from the approaching car. I lean forward, dropping the back of my boxer briefs as I leaned. I can see my shadow becoming more
distinct as the lights get brighter, closer. My pales moon ass must be lit up like a beacon. I can hear June and Richmond laughing from the
bushes.

The car slows down at it gets nearer. I'm wondering, fearing that the car will stop and some angry dude will get out and shout at me. I'm
cringing, fearing the worst, but the car goes past me and keeps going. I didn't look over to try to see who was driving. As soon as it passed by I yanked my briefs up, and then walked quickly toward the Sherman house. The first dare is done.

Back inside the house, all three of us are laughing. June tells me I have a cute butt. Richmond tells me my ass is white as snow, that I need
some tanning in the sun. We all move back to the living room. It gets quiet suddenly and I know I must face the second round of punishment.
June runs off to the kitchen. She comes back with a timer. She shows me the timer, and it shows 3:00.

"It's tickle torture time," June gleefully tells me. "Lie down on the rug over there and get ready."

[TeenFan]

The Talent Show
Chapter 9. Dynamic Duo Dick Tease


I had no idea how crazy and convoluted a simple tickle punishment could turn out to be. To keep me pinned down, after I lay down on the rug in
the living room, June jumped over me and placed herself on my chest. Her back is toward my face, and when she bent over, and backed up at
the same time, she pushed her panties covered butt into my face. Immediately she went to work on my stomach, fingers digging into my sides as well. Richmond proceeded to tickle my feet.

I could barely squirm with June sitting on top of me, could hardly get out a "harrumph" or an "mmmph" with her bottom pressed against my
mouth. I couldn't help but imagine what it might be like if that ass wasn't covered by cotton underwear, if my eyes saw a vertical crack centered
by a pinkish asshole instead of green and yellow Tinkerbells flying across her panties.

Any pleas for mercy that did escape my mouth were ignored and laughed at. Not content to merely tickle my tummy, June leans forward, raised herself up on her knees, and she planted her face on my stomach just above the belly button. Blowing hard, she made loud fart noises. Now that
was funny. Even better, with her ass being the highest point of her body and her legs spread wide, knees at my sides, I could look down and
see up her shirt, sort of. It was just a glimpse of shadowy upside-down hanging mounds of her small breasts confirming my suspicion she wasn't
wearing a bra.

This was more than tickle torture, it was cock tease. Something must be happening, as June stopped belly blowing.

"Look at that, Richmond. He must get turned on by being tickled."

"Yeah, I see it," June's older brother says. "You got a minute left on the timer. Want to do the bump n grind?"

Without warning June flips her body around. She sits down on my stomach, but only momentarily, sliding back till her butt runs smack dab
against my rapidly stiffening boner. June starts this so-called bump n grind, rotating her lower body. It's a horizontal version of a lap dance. Richmond comes around his sister. He leans down, positioning his body in a way that he can stick his head between June's legs. Pressing down further, his mouth makes contact with my stomach only inches above the waistband of my boxer briefs. Visually it looks like Richmond is eating
his sister's pussy, while she rubbed her crotch down on my dick. Richmond blows on my skin. Another round of loud fart noises makes everyone laugh.

The kitchen timer buzzes, signaling the end of the tickle punishment. I could feel myself hard as an iron rod, my schlong pressed down by
the front of June's crotch, or was it the crack of her ass...I'm not sure which. She lifts herself up, releasing the pressure, before settling down
again on my legs, holding them in place. Richmond lifted his head up from my lower stomach area, and seeing my hot rod pushing the front of
my boxer briefs upward, he laughs and jokes about me pitching a tent.

"Wow. You're stretching the front out a lot," June says, and she pokes my penis with her finger. "Yep, that thing is hard. My brother did say
your dick stands up like a rocket ship."

All I can do is beg, "Please...just let me up. Don't do this to me."

"Let the poor boy up. He's had enough."

The voice of Mrs Sherman came from the other side of the room, near the entrance to the kitchen. How long was she standing there?
Laughing and snickering, June and Richmond yank me to my feet. I cover up the tent in by boxer briefs the best I can. I'm still holding onto
the front of my crotch when Mrs. Sherman steps over our way. She gives me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"June has to do her dance lesson early tomorrow morning. She needs to get to bed soon. You two boys go to Richmond's room and occupy
yourselves. Try to keep the noise down. Breakfast won't be until after June gets home around eleven."

Richmond and I headed up the stairs to go to his bedroom. For the first time all night it would just be us boys, no June Sherman hanging around trying to embarrass me at every turn. I looked forward to some quiet time and a good night's sleep. I was wrong on both counts.

[TeenFan]

The Talent Show
Chapter 10. Getting Raunchy in Richmond's Room


As soon as Richmond and I got into his bedroom, my friend walks over to a large, old fashioned portable music player of the type that plays
CDs. He put in something I only barely recognized. I could tell the music was Led Zeppelin, but I was not that familiar with their songs. As
the hard, rhythmic blues-rock beat reverberates throughout the room, I browse around to see lots of interesting things. Richmond had quite a
collection of magazines, mainly old ones going back decades. MAD Magazine, comic books, The Walking Dead. I didn't know the super awesome
tv show started off as a comic book, a "Graphic Novel" as Richmond corrected me.

After half an hour, after checking out a variety of comic books, Richmond told me to look under the bed. A wide plastic tub he had me pull
out contained the magazines Richmond's father looked at as a teenager. There must have been a dozen or more Playboy magazines, and
something called Hustler, which was far raunchier than the Playboys. I had seen a small amount of porn, but I'd never held a girly magazine in
my hands. Somehow the still images, in super duper oversaturated color, was more arousing to me than the poor quality videos I had previously witnessed on the small screen of a cellphone.

I heard Richmond softly laughing, and I knew why he was. As I sat on his bed, looking at naked breasts and trimmed bush on Cheerleader worthy
women, I was once again showing signs of a full raging hardon. In my damned boxer briefs it was impossible to hide that. One photo had me
staring intently. The blond, long wavy haired chick was sitting down in a recliner, her hand just barely covering her pubes, with wide, dark
nippled breasts filling out the middle of the two page "Centerfold". The model, named Bambie was stunning.

"You really like that one. Good choice", Richmond said, and all I can do is nod my head while trying not to drool.

Bambie, the super hot naked babe has eyes that sparkle, lips that literally are the color of fresh blood, and her tongue is licking those lips.
I was enthralled and under the spell of a Playboy pinup from the 90s. I never thought much about women who are ten years older than me,
but I was in love at first sight.

Without any warning, Richmond stands up. He drops his shorts, letting them slide all the way down to his ankles. His large penis looks partially
erected, but still mostly pointing down cause it's so heavy and thick. Richmond grabs at the magazine, grabbing my wrist at the same time.
The magazine is pulled toward his dick as he moves closer toward me.

Richmond plops his half hard dick right down on the page, presses his penis onto the image right next to the face of Bambie. The face is not
exactly to scale, but close enough to real size to look...real, and Richmond's enormous cock is growing and getting longer and soon is as long
as the face on the centerfold. I look upward into my friend's face and his smile is mischievous and cunning, devilish.

I look down at the Playboy magazine. Richmond moves his hips back and forth. The large uncovered head of his dick moves across the slightly
open mouth of Bambie. It looks like the image is sucking my buddy's boner. I could feel my own boner surging, yearning to break free
of the constraints of the boxer briefs. I can't help but stare, his meaty manhood sliding back and forth. I can feel its weight since I'm still
holding onto the magazine with both hands.

"Come on. Stand up. Take your dick out," Richmond suggests.

Immediately I let go of the magazine. I stand up and whip off the boxers, all the way off my feet to kick them off somewhere to the other side
of the room. I move my body to where my thighs touch the pages of the Playboy. But I can't plop my cock down on the page the way Richmond
did his dick...mine is sticking up toward the ceiling. I'm a "Sticker Upper", a "Twelve O'Clock Cock", and it won't point downward, not without
some effort.

Using my right hand, I push my erection down onto the page. Richmond is the one holding it now, and he raises it up and inch or so. Now my
dick is pulsing right next to the gleaming eyes and glistening ruby lips of Bambie the hottest chick a boy can dream of. Copying my friends
hip thrusts, I face fuck the blond babe. I can feel the stickiness of the paper as my penis slides back and forth. It doesn't take much imagination
to visualize my dick actually going into and out of that pretty mouth.

Something startles me. As our dicks move across the page, across the face of Bambie, Richmond's dick and mine begin to touch and rub against each other. I can feel the skin of my dick sliding against that of my friend's. His dick has grown immensely. It looks like a beast next to my
ummm...average size.

"You like that? Does it feel good?"

Another startling move catches me off guard. Richmond closes the magazine. The two halves of the paper magazine are closed together,
wrapping my dick with another in the closed confined space. I can no longer see the sexy face of Bambie, only feel the sensations of my penis
playing rub-a-dub-dub with Richmond's much larger tool of pleasure. It's touching without being touched, not by hands, only dick to dick
did we feel our combined arousal heating up the folded pages of the Playboy. I knew if this keeps up, I was going to lose it and shoot off.
I knew it but couldn't stop. I look up at my friend's face. Richmond has his tongue out. He's licking his lips. It's horrifying and stimulating
all at the same time. I thought this is what Brad Pitt's still human character must have felt as his neck was sucked on by the surprisingly
sensuous vampire Lestat. I understood for the first time how Louie could fall for the bloodsucker's sexy charms.

The bedroom door swings open. I catch the movement just barely with peripheral vision. Both Richmond and I twist our heads toward the
doorway.

[TeenFan]

The Talent Show
Chapter 11. Caught in a Tug of War


I'm trapped in more ways than one. I'm standing near the middle of Richmond's room with my dick tucked into the folded pages of a Playboy
magazine. Richmond also has his penis inserted and we've been sort of rubbing our boners against one another. The door to his room opened.
I turned my head and June stands there, looking very much surprised. I don't know what she was expecting to find but seeing her brother
and me doing some sort of "Fuck Job" on a magazine probably wasn't it.

June steps into the room. "What are you two doing?"

Richmond laughs nervously. He hems and haws and clears his throat. "Ahhh, um...we were just doing a little reading. These old magazines
have some very informative articles, don't they, Austin."

I nodded my head in agreement, though I knew the excuse is a lame one.

June closes the bedroom door. She's still wearing the clothes she had on earlier, just a t-shirt and barely concealed panties. I'm wondering how
I'm going to extricate myself from this magazine in a way that doesn't expose me to June.

"Did anyone tell you you have a cute butt, Austin. Though it looks too white to match the tan on your back. Really now...why are you two
naked?"

The answers to that question are too embarrassing, so I keep my mouth shut. Then without warning, Richmond yanks the magazine away from
me. My dick slides out of the hole of the rolled up Playboy, springing back up to my normal erection angle, sticking nearly straight upward.
I place my hands over my stiffie, but I know June got a look at me. That "Best Buddy" of mine had done be wrong once again.

Richmond holds the magazine in front of him like it's an enormous penis. He's already big, but the magazine folded around it makes him look
like he's got a dong like King Kong. June starts to run around the room and giggle as her brother chases her as he tries to press the magazine
penis against her butt. Round and round the room he chases her. It's such a crazy sight I have to laugh out loud.

Richmond runs right past me, chasing his sister. He stops and grabs me. He lets go of the Playboy, the magazine flopping to the floor. He
grabs me, pulls me backwards toward his bed. Richmond climbs up on the bed, and as he leans backward he pulls me sort of on top of him.
My body becomes a shield, covering Richmond up completely. He has hold of my arms, and he pulls my arms back toward him, locks the arms
in place. June steps over to the bed, looking down at me completely exposed with my hardon sticking out and lying against my belly.

"Stop it, Richmond. Stop this. I need to put something on."

It seems June has some sympathy for me. "If I pick something out, can I put it on you?"

I'm desperate at this point. Richmond is strong. I can't break my arms free of his grip. "Yes. Find something for me to put on. Anything
will do."

June turns and she walks over to the closet. She starts looking around inside. I assume she is going to grab some pajama bottoms, or shorts,
or boxers, something like that. But what June comes back with is a necktie. June has a fancy patterned necktie that already has a loop
for going over Richmond's head. He must have just loosened the tie up and taken it off without fully untying it.

June comes to the bed. She bends down over me as she makes an adjustment to the necktie. She makes the loop smaller by pulling on the
bottom length hanging down. Both June and Richmond laugh when the necktie loop is placed over the head of my dick. June slips the tie on
my erection, using her hand to slide the loop down my shaft. Then she tightens the tie further. It's now like a rope attached to a pole.
June has my dickhead in a noose.

"I got something on the end of my line," June says, and she yanks lightly several times as if my dick is a small fish caught on her fishing pole.

My dick, which was lying flat on my abdomen, is pulled into the upright position. It jerks toward June as she tugs on the necktie. I'm pulled two
different directions. My body is pulled down onto Richmond's body as he holds me tight like a wrestler. My cock is yanked like a dog on a leash,
flopping and then going upright as June relaxes the tension, then pulls hard again. I'm caught in a twisted game of Tug of War and I'm the
automatic loser.

"Please stop. Help. Let me go. I'll do anything. Just stop yanking on me. Please."

June finally lets up.

"Maybe you don't know this, but I also write songs, just like my brother. You and Richmond are going to compose the music and I'll give you
the words. Is that okay?"

I'm nodding my head. Anything but this torture. "Yes, yes. I'll help your brother make a song."

"Great. But this necktie is all you get to wear. Whatever head you want to wear it around is okay with me."

[TeenFan]

The shower scene in Ch. 7 is based on a scene in
Esteros 2016

15:00 to 18:49

https://ok.ru/video/347979254505 

The two boys are old enough to take care of themselves, but the mom just has to get involved.
I suspect she has some level of interest in seeing her son's friend naked.