Hanging Out

By Aldric

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.

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This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this does not describe real life and should not be taken as such. In the real world, behaviors as described in the story are not acceptable, tolerated, or legal. The reader should never confuse the difference between fiction and real life. This story is fictional.

Hanging Out

“Blake.” Tim’s voice was anything but friendly. “You and Wentworth are not welcomed here. Get lost or I’ll call Anthony.”

“It’s a party. Eighth and ninth grades. Me and Bruce are in ninth.”

“It’s a private party, and you two weren’t invited.” Tim Carlson turned and stepped away.

“Fuck him, lets party. Anthony can toss us out if he cares.” I stepped through the door that Tim had tried to close but that I’d held open with my foot. I turned to make sure that Bruce was behind me. He looked kind of scared, but he followed me into the house.

“Jude, what the hell are you doing here?” my sister asked before we’d taken more than a dozen steps. “Tim Carlson has a list of who’s invited, and you two aren’t on it.”

It pissed me off even more to find out that my 13-year-old sister was invited but not me. I didn’t bother responding to her. Instead, I headed towards where the snacks and drinks were. I expected alcohol, but didn’t see any. But the candy and donuts looked good.

Before I could grab one, the ‘man’ of the house showed up. Anthony Harper. He was a year older than me, but had been held back a year supposedly because he’d been sick with something. But I think he got caught doing something he shouldn’t have been doing. Anthony was aways doing stuff he shouldn’t.

“Jude Blake,” he began. “I believe my executive in charge of admitting people inside told you to leave. You and Bruce Wentworth.”

“Just a small oversite, one I’m willing to forgive. It is a school party. Are you really going to beat me and Bruce up for coming in? We just want to hang out for a little while.”

“If I wanted to beat you up, you’d already be lying on the floor,” Anthony smirked.

I knew he was capable of backing up his words, so I did have to be a little careful. But I didn’t think he was willing to get into trouble for having a party at his house while his parents were away.

“Let us stay for an hour. What’s the harm in that? It isn’t like we’re nurds or something. And it might surprise you to know that some of the people here actually like us.”

“Bruce maybe,” Anthony stated flatly. “He’s not an asshole like you. But rules are rules, and this is by invite only, and you two are not on the list. Leave now, or you’ll wish you had.”

“Ooh, now who’s the bully? I’m not scared of you.” Actually, I was. He was a year older, and played a lot of sports. Not that I’m a weakling or anything, but he was taller and stronger than me.

“You had your chance,” Anthony threatened. Then his tone softened. “But, if you want to stay, you can. Unzip your pants and pull out your dick and balls and leave them out. Don’t try and hide them with your hands. Do that, and you both can stay for two hours.”

“As if. You try anything, and I’ll call the cops. What will you say when your parents find out about this party? And, your threats.”

“Go ahead and call them. Every person here will say the same thing. You showed up here and were turned away because you’re not on the list. And as for my parents, they are next door. They know about the party. And they trust me. Well, not me so much, but Madison. And she likes you even less than I do. So, expose your tiny dick and have fun. Otherwise, you’ll be leaving here naked. You and Wentworth.”

I turned to look at Bruce and noticed for the first time that several boys around my age were in a semicircle around us. More than enough to actually strip me and Bruce. I started to think that maybe I should have listened to my best friend. Or even my sister. But it sounded like that was no longer an option.

“Okay, calm down, no sense busting up furniture fighting over it. We’ll leave if it means that much to you.”

“You had your chance. Several chances actually. If you want to leave now, it will be naked. And don’t worry, your clothes will not be found here. But you wanted to hang out. I know what you meant, but hanging out has another meaning, one you will discover once you pull your dick and balls out of your zipper and leave them uncovered. For two hours. After that, you and your friend can leave. And for not taking that deal when first offered, you will answer any questions anyone puts to you honestly.”

I started to think he might be serious. This could be a problem. “Look, it was me who came in. Bruce didn’t want to. Let him go now and we can find another way to solve our differences.”

“No. If you continue to fail to obey my demands, you’ll be sucking his dick here with everybody watching. He stays. And now, you will remove your jeans. You can let your dick and balls hang out from your underwear.”

There had to be at least eighty kids here. More than half of them were girls. All from my grade and the lower one. There was no way I could expose myself for all of them to see. I needed to think of another solution.

“Jude, come on, just do it,” Bruce pleaded. “I don’t want everyone seeing my dick just because you fucked up and wouldn’t leave. Now I can’t either.”

“You want to leave?” Anthony asked him. “Okay, I can allow that. On one condition. You strip him naked and leave with all of his clothes. You take them home with you. We’ll even hold him if he refuses to let you strip him. Otherwise, I think you’ll be hanging out too before your friend is done arguing about my rules.”

Bruce and I had been friends since kindergarten. He had tried to keep me from coming. He said we should leave when told to. This was all my fault, and I completely understood his anger. But we were talking about letting scores of kids see my privates.

Anthony’s sister, Madison, came by just then. “What the hell are they doing here?” She asked. “They were not on the list.”

“We were just discussing that. It seems that Wentworth didn’t want to come, and wants to leave. But Blake has been refusing to go. I gave him an ultimation that I think you’ll enjoy, and it lets him stay for two hours.”

Anthony looked at me. “Last chance. Strip to your underwear and let your dick and balls hang out. No covering up. If you do, you’ll lose the underpants and your hands will be tied behind your back.”

“And you’ll leave Bruce alone?” I asked.

“You’d better not fuck up. You’ll answer every question put to you truthfully. And I can see from her expression that Madison has a requirement too.”

“I do. I assume you have hair down there.”

She pointed at my groin. “Of course I do. I’m fourteen, not some little kid.”

“Too rude,” Anthony interrupted. “Before you get to leave now, you’ll have to pick a boy here and blow him. I’ll watch to make sure you do it.”

“Two boys,” Madison cut in. “I’ll pick the second one. And, you will come with me. You are about to lose that hair you claim you have.”

I looked at Bruce.

“Go,” Anthony ordered. “Bruce is perfectly safe as long as you do what you are told.”

As we headed for a part of the house that was blocked off, Madison motioned for my sister and three other girls to follow. She took me to the bedroom part of the house and into a fairly large bathroom.

“Strip. Totally naked.” She opened a closet door and took out a tube of something.

She turned around and found me still standing there. “You really don’t listen well, do you.”

“He never does,” my sister volunteered. “He learns everything the hard way.”

“Strip, now, and quickly, or I will send word back to have your best friend stripped.” Madison’s tone made me realize it wasn’t an idle threat. She would really do it. I began stripping.

It went sort of okay until I got to my boxers. My dick was hard and trying to push out between the two buttons on the fly.

Madison sighed as I stood there with one hand hiding my boner. She pulled out her phone and made a call. “Anthony, Blake is being difficult. Go ahead and have Wentworth stripped naked.”

“No, wait,” I pleaded. I quickly lowered my boxers and stepped out of them.

“Wait one,” Madison said. She looked at me. “There is only one way that your friend is not stripped. And that is that you suck his dick while the five of us watch.”

“What if he won’t let me?” I asked.

“He will. Trust me.” Madison put the phone back to her ear. “Did you hear? Send him here.”

For the next two minutes, the girls stared at my dick, which was twitching up and down like crazy. And then one of Anthony’s minions knocked at the door before opening it and pushing Bruce inside.

“Your friend here is still screwing up. There is one way, and only one, for you to leave this room dressed. And that is that when he asks you if he can suck your dick, you say yes. You can stay dressed as long as your dick is long enough to fit through the zipper on your pants.”

She looked at me. I had no choice. “Can I suck your dick?” I asked.

“I hate you for getting me into this,” he hissed. I’d never seen him this angry. But of course, I’d never made him expose his dick to five girls he saw in school every day.

The last time I’d seen his dick we were about 8 or 9 years old. As he fished it out through the zipper, it was clear he was well into puberty. It was soft, but still at least four inches long and as thick as two fingers. It was also bigger than mine.

Without being told, I got down on my knees in front of him and used my hands to lift it into my mouth.

“Shit, he’s doing it,” Chloe West laughed.

“Okay, you can stop,” Madison said. “One more screw up and next time he’ll be as naked as you and you will do it all the way. Bruce, you can go.”

He quickly put his tool away and zipped up and left the bathroom.

“Stand up,” Madison ordered. She opened a drawer and pulled out a hair clipper. “Which of you wants to use this to trim his pubes so the cream will work to remove them completely?”

All but my sister raised their hand and Madison picked the one who raised her hand the quickest.

Jane Murphy was overjoyed. She got right down and began trimming my pubes as close to the skin as possible. I could see myself in the mirror and almost cried as I saw my four-year growth of pubic hair disappear in minutes.

Madison handed me the tube. “Read the directions and follow them. We’ll watch. Do your whole body from the neck down.”

Fifteen minutes later I was as bald as a ten-year-old. The girls laughed. I reached for my boxers, but Madison wasn’t done with me. “You’ve got an erection. Make it go away.”

A new first. Nobody, boy or girl, had ever seen me hard until today. And certainly, none had ever seen me jack off. Now I had to do it with five girls, one of whom was my sister, watching.

I thought it would take seconds because I needed to do it so much. But with the girls watching every movement, it took several minutes. When I was done, I was told to run the shower and wash my cum down the drain.

With my boxers back on, but with elastic band pulled down below my balls, it was time for me to and ‘hang out’. A horrible hour followed as about a third of all the girls in my school saw me. Being hairless also caused the boys to hoop and hollower with laughter. The only thing that kept me from covering up and running from this place was the well-based belief that Anthony wouldn’t allow it, and he’d make me suck off Bruce with all these kids watching.

Finally, it ended. One last degrading act. My boxers were removed. Even though all they had covered was by butt, I was now totally naked. Bruce was given a bag that contained all of my clothing, but he was instructed to not give it to me until we were at least a block from here.

Naked as the day I was born, I was pushed out the door by laughing and cheering kids. Bruce set a fast pace. He was pissed at me, and probably for good reason. Luckily, we didn’t see any other kids and no cars passed, but in my mind, I pictured girls at every window watching me walk down the sidewalk totally naked.

When we were at the end of the block, Bruce dropped the bag. “You owe me,” he said. “I never wanted to go. People saw my dick. Because of you.” He left, running towards home, before I could apologize.

By clothes were rolled up and wrapped in thick black tape. I couldn’t tear it, and had to move near a street light to try and find the end. My luck ran out as a group of four girls and two boys, all younger than me, saw me struggling.

Before tonight, I would have kicked the boy’s butts and sent them running. But before tonight, I would never have been caught naked outside. It was a new experience for me. And I had made fun of both of the boys several times.

“Hands in the air,” one of the boys ordered. “Or we take that and leave you like you are.”

I looked around. More kids were showing up. I knew then that calls had been made by Anthony and or my sister that I would be here naked. Soon it was a dozen kids, and then over twenty.

“Ask us to spank you and we’ll get this tape off and give you your clothes,” Frank D’Angelo said.

Did I trust him? Hell no. But behind that offer was an unstated threat. I could be made to go home completely naked and try to explain to my parents how it happened.

“Spank me,” I muttered. At first, Frank was about to complain, but the girls in the group surged forward and began taking turns spanking my bare butt. I did my best to try and be stoic about it, but there were too many strokes from too many girls. I gave into tears, and that quickly became sobs. And then it ended.

“Amy said we should have our fun and then let you go with your clothes,” one of the girls said. “They are over there, behind the stop sign. There is nothing in this bundle but old rags.”

As quickly as they’d arrived, they left. The boys first, but after several seconds, the last of the girls were gone. I was alone. I feared being under the street light, but I had to check out what Angie had said. Sure enough, all of my clothes were lying on the ground. I dressed as fast as I could. Then I did run.

My sister had set me up. She’d called specific girls and boys who lived in this area and told them I’d be passing through naked. If I’d run, I might have missed being seen by them, but it would have meant going the mile and a half to my house naked. And I knew for sure that not a single kid at Anthony’s house would ever say that I had been there, let alone admit that they’d kicked me out hairless and naked.

Monday, school was horrible. It seemed that every kid knew I had been seen naked by scores of other kids. And they could prove it, if necessary, as they also knew I was now bald from the neck down. Gym class proved that if any had doubts.

I knew then that my days as a bully were over. I’d heard that pictures of me existed, but nobody I talked to said they had seen any. But too many kids, rich kids especially, had cell phones with them. The odds that none of them thought to keep a few souvenirs were too great to challenge.

Amy even said she had one. She used it to threaten me. One mean word, one punch, and it could all be repeated. I believed her.

Bruce got over his anger after a few days. I offered him a blow job as a peace offering. I could see him struggle with it. I knew he wanted one. It took ten seconds before he passed on the offer. I made it again, but this time he shook his head no as soon as I said it.

“Let’s just be friends. Except from now on, we do what I want. You’re not in charge anymore. Or, just leave and end the friendship.”

I accepted his terms. And I am sure that I will never try to make him do stupid stuff for fun again, even if I ever live down the experience of getting to hang out at Anthony Harper’s party.