Moments of Stupidity

By Aldric

Copyright 2016 by Aldric Pietar@spamex.com, all rights reserved
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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.

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Moments of Stupidity
 
It all started when I had the stupid idea to back the car out of the garage and into the driveway, just to pretend I was driving it. At one point I had even considered taking it around the block, but decided that was too risky. I had just turned thirteen a few days before that and if I got caught I’d be grounded until I was old enough to drive legally. My dad was at work and my mom at a PTA meeting, so I had at least an hour.
 
However, when backing out, I accidentally cut the wheel a little while looking back and the front fender hit the rail for the garage door. It made a horrible noise and in my panic, instead of moving my foot to the brake, I gave it more gas. Oops! The end result was a small dent and a two-foot long scratch. One moment of stupidity and now I was doomed.
 
That was bad enough, but even worse was that my sister, Carol, came running from next door to see what the noise was. I thought she was blocks away at her friend’s house, not next door. She got there just as I was getting out of the car.
 
“Looks like you’re in deep shit,” she said with a slight smile. She’s only twelve, but when my parents aren’t around she swears more than I do.
 
I knew it was useless, she never cut me a break, but I begged anyway. “Please don’t tell mom or dad.”
 
“You think they aren’t going to notice that the car, which was perfect when mom parked it, is all banged up now?” She walked over next to me and ran her finger along the scratch. “This is going to cost a lot to repair. And you know dad will paddle you for driving the car and again for doing this. Maybe I’ll get to watch again.”
 
I had been paddled once in my life, about six months before this happened. It was for punching Carol. The way I saw it, she deserved it and had brought it on herself, and I refused to apologize. That’s when my punishment went from a private spanking in my room with the door closed to a very public spanking in the play room where Carol and a friend of hers were not ordered to leave. Since spankings were always on the bare, being paddled was no different. In fact, except that I was in the play room with two girls a year younger than me, everything was the same. I had to remove my own pants and underwear, fold them, and put them on the floor. Then I had to kneel with my forehead on the ground and my ass sticking up in the air.
 
The girls had seen everything, my dick, my balls, my bare ass. Even my butt hole if you can believe Carol. And the taunting that went on during my wall time. Yeah, I had to stand facing a wall for thirty minutes, still naked from the waist down, while the girls made fun of me. They both came and leaned against the wall from both sides of me to get an even better look at my dick, which now was rock hard. Alice, Carol’s friend, even touched it.
 
For this, I might even be paddled right here in the garage where even the neighbors could see. It all depended on just how mad my mom was. My father was the disciplinarian, but mom was the arbitrator. She frequently commanded him to reduce punishments. Only this was her car, so in all likelihood she would stay out of it and let my dad do whatever he felt was justified.
 
“Pull the car back where it was and let me think about what I’m going to say,” Carol said. “Maybe I could get a favor from you in exchange for not telling. But they are still going to notice the damage.”
 
I very carefully pulled the car back inside the garage. Carol had left and gone in the house. I stayed outside and tried to think of what I was going to say when mom next went to use her car. But not much was coming to mind.
 
“I’ll tell you what,” Carol said from behind me. She had deliberately snuck up behind me to scare me. “If you agree to let me and Alice punish you, and then someday when I need something really special from you, you will do it.”
 
“Like what?” I asked. I also had a horrible vision of the two girls taking turns paddling my naked ass.
 
“I don’t know yet. But something will come up, it always does. When I need you, I’ll let you know. Mom will be home in a few minutes, so decide now. If you agree to my terms, we’ll punish you next time mom is at the store and as far as mom and dad are concerned you will be totally innocent of this.”
 
Her deal sucked, but it was much better than whatever my father would do, so I accepted. It would turn out to be yet another moment of stupidity.
 
“Then go and put the keys back on the hook and then take off to a friend’s house. You’ve been gone for a couple of hours. Just be back before dinner because mom is going to already be very angry.”
 
I did as she said. When I got back mom asked me in a threatening tone where I’d been.
 
“I was at Neil’s house,” I said. “I was there most of the day.” Neil was my best friend, and it wasn’t uncommon for me to be there. It was a lot easier for me to see him there than at my house because he’s in a wheel chair and his house is built for it. He has a lot of trouble navigating through my house.
 
“So you weren’t here to supervise Carol,” she said, again sounding like I was at fault. I wondered if Carol had sold me out and that now I was adding to my punishment by lying about how long I’d been gone.
 
“I didn’t know I was supposed to be watching her,” I said. “You don’t ever leave me in charge of her.” I was confused. In fact, twice my mother had left Carol in charge even though I was a year older. “Mom, what did she say I did?”
 
My mom’s face softened slightly. “Nothing, Carl. She didn’t say anything about you. I’m just really pissed right now.” Saying ‘pissed’ was as close to swearing as my mom ever got. “Go and look at my car and you’ll see why.”
 
Of course, I’d already seen the car, but I pretended like I hadn’t and went outside. Just to be safe, I even went to the undamaged side first and looked it over, putting a confused look on my face. But I couldn’t ignore seeing Carol’s bike leaning against the other side, right were the dent and scratch was. My sister hadn’t sold me out. She even took the blame.
 
She got spanked that evening. In her room, so I wasn’t part of it. But I did hear her cry. It felt unfair to me. If she hadn’t taken the blame, I would have gotten something far worse than being spanked in my room, I was sure of that. In fact, from the deal I made with Carol, I knew I was going to get something far worse. But I couldn’t say a thing.
 
The next day my mom took her car to the repair shop and told Carol to stay in the house with no friends over. But as soon as my mom left Alice and another friend of hers, Gail, came in the back door. I jumped as Carol said from right behind me, “Time for you to pay the price.”
 
“You said just you and Alice,” I said, trying to hide that she had scared me again.
 
“So tell mom,” Carol said. “And I’ll tell her to check the side of the garage where there is a red mark that matches the color of her car.” She paused to look at my face and see my reaction. “Or, you can strip now and it will be the three of us who punish you.”
 
I didn’t know if there really was a paint mark on the side of the garage or not, but I couldn’t take the chance. I did the most embarrassing thing I had ever done and took my pants and underpants off in front of three girls. But my sister wanted more. “Your shoes and socks and your shirt. I want you completely naked.”
 
Once I complied, they got to see my boner. There was no way I could keep it from getting hard. The paddling wasn’t nearly as bad as I would have gotten from my dad, but they were interested in a lot more than paddling me, so they did a half-ass job of it and then spent the rest of their time having fun looking, touching, and laughing. And shaving. I had just a little line of hair right at the base of my dick, but they used a razor to remove it. And I had to do other stuff I’m too embarrassed to talk about.
 
That had all been about six month ago. Today, Carol came and asked me if I remembered the other half of my punishment for her taking blame for the damaged car. I did, and told her so.
 
“My friends and I have a bet that you can solve,” she said. “We want to know if Neil’s thing works.”
 
“What thing?” I asked. “His chair? Of course it works.”
 
“No stupid, he’s paralyzed from the waist down. We want to know if his thing, his dick, works, and we want you to get proof if it does.”
 
“It works. He pees. And not into diapers, he uses the toilet. And how am I supposed to prove that?”
 
“You don’t need your thing to work to pee,” Carol said looking exasperated because I didn’t understand. “Does it work? You know, like yours did when my friends and I made you show us how it worked.”
 
Now I understood. They wanted to know if he could get hard and jack off. How the hell was I supposed to prove that?
 
“Use your phone, or better yet, your camera. Do it when he doesn’t know you’re there. Alice’s brother says boys play with themselves three times a day or more. So have a few sleepovers and find a way. Or mom will see this:” She held her phone up and it had a picture of me getting out of the car with the front fender touching the rail to the opener track.
 
“I felt so bad for you bad you’d be punished that I took the blame for it,” she mimicked as if she were talking to mom. “Mom will think I’m a hero of sorts for protecting you from dad. But she’s going to be really pissed at you for wreaking her car and lying about it. It will be even worse when I tell her you made me take the blame or you’d hit me again.”
 
Okay, when my sister decides to mess with me she never relies on luck. She’s always one step ahead of me. I was completely screwed and had no choice now except to try and find a way to do her bidding.
 
It turned out to be a lot easier than I could have ever guessed. The next night I had a sleepover at his house and he brought out a magazine that his little brother Kyle had got for him. Kyle is twelve, same as my sister, but he’s a bundle of joy and there is no limit on how much he loves Neil. He’d do anything for his brother because he felt guilty every time he was outside running and playing and knowing that Neil was never going to run or even walk.
 
Anyway, as we sat side-by-side on his bed paging through the magazine looking at pictures of naked women he started messing with his crotch. After a few more pictures, he suddenly said, “I, uh, have to go to the bathroom. Help me up.”
 
As I helped him into his chair I happened to look down and saw that he did have a boner, just as I did. He had a private bathroom adjoining his room, and it didn’t have a door. I waited until I could hear that he had switched from his chair to the toilet and got my camera out of my bag.
 
“Keep looking through the magazine,” he shouted out to me. “This may take a few minutes.”
 
I wanted in the worse way to do the same thing he was while I looked at more pictures, but I had to get the proof my sister demanded. I got as close as I dared and held the camera out past the door frame with it set to video. I hoped that it was aimed right and hoped even more that he didn’t look up and see it. I heard the noises that are only made by doing one thing, and then I heard him moan and hold his breath for a few seconds and then he let out a deep sigh. I pulled the camera back.
 
“I, uh, messed myself a little,” Neil called from inside his bathroom. “I have to take a quick shower. You doing okay in there?”
 
“I’m doing fine,” I said. “And I’m probably doing the same thing you were doing, so warn me before you come back in.” He laughed and called me a perv, but he didn’t deny that he’d been doing it. I did jack off, but I also checked the camera and found that I had captured some of it, enough to probably prove his stuff worked. But Carol might not agree.
 
That night I had a chance to get more proof in case it was necessary. I was feeling guilty for my role and having trouble sleeping. He had his bed to himself and I was on a blow-up bed on the floor. I heard him say my name softly, and then again a little louder, but I pretended to be asleep. He turned on a reading lamp behind him and got the magazine out again. He looked over the top a couple of times to see if I was watching, but each time I feigned sleep.
 
Once he was satisfied I was sleeping he pulled down the blankets and unsnapped his pajama bottoms. I could plainly see that he was hard, and quietly reached for my camera and held it on my knees. This time I could see the viewfinder and look over the top to watch Neil. But he was deeply interested in whichever picture he was looking at and I was able to capture it all. I almost blew it when he reached for a tissue to clean up the mess, but I recovered just in time. I now had a good video of him jacking off and shooting. Carol would be happy, and I’d feel guilty for the rest of my life.
 
Carol promised that they would not copy the pictures to any other device when she took my camera to her friend’s house. She had been very pleased on two different levels when she watched the two videos I had made, so I guessed her part of the bet was that Neil’s stuff did work. I was still feeling guilty for doing it so I want over to Neil’s house to spend some more time with him.
 
It was just after dinner when I got a call on my cell phone from Brad Tanner, a friend of mine. He was actually more of an acquaintance than a friend, but we both liked the same group of guys, so it wasn’t that unusual to hear from him.
 
“Hey shithead, I always thought you were a bit of frootloop, but I never knew how bad until today,” Brad said.
 
“What are you talking about it?” I asked.
 
“Your sister said I could go to your room to get the jacket I left there and I saw your camera on the dresser. Nice videos you have. I’m assuming Neil doesn’t know anything about them.”
 
My heart sank. Brad Tanner had seen the videos I took. “Look, it’s not what you think,” I said. “My sister…”
 
“Don’t even try to blame this on your sister,” Brad said. “You took videos of Neil jacking off. And now either you come out of the closet and tell everyone you’re gay or I show them to Neil. I have your cameral with me.”
 
“I’m not gay!” I had to be careful not to shout or my parents might hear me. “It was something Carol demanded I get.”
 
“I don’t believe you, but I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt and I’ll ask her tomorrow. Until then shithead.” Brad hung up.
 
I hurried to Carol’s room, remembering at the last second to knock. Once she invited me in I told her my conversation with Brad. “When he sees you, just tell him the videos were for you. He thinks I’m gay.”
 
“Our deal is done,” Carol said. “And I took the blame for the damage you did to the car. This is your problem. You need to deal with it. The only thing I’ll have to say to Brad is that I have no idea what he’s talking about. Videos on your camera? He’ll have to talk to you about that.”
 
“Please,” I said, again begging.
 
“No. I don’t need anything from you right now and you haven’t changed that much since last time I saw you naked. So go and don’t let my door hit you in the ass as you leave. You’re on your own.”
 
I knew I wasn’t going to be able to sleep that night, so I called Brad back and told him that Carol was going to deny any involvement. “I’ll do anything Brad, just don’t show those pictures to anyone, please. I’m not gay.”
 
“Well, you’re about to become gay,” he said. “You are going to meet at Neil’s house tomorrow and offer everyone there a blowjob. You can say you’re gay, or that you lost a bet, but you are going to do it or the camera goes to Neil. I for one want a blowjob, so you can count on giving at least one.” He hung up again before I could say anything more.
 
I hardly slept at all that night, thinking about what I should do. If Brad shared the videos with Neil, I’d probably lose a best friend. And who’s to say that Brad, or even Neil, wouldn’t share them with my other friends. Or worse yet, kids who didn’t like me. And there was no way I was going to say I was gay. So, that left coming up with a fake bet that seemed plausible to make them believe it.
 
I got a text to be there at noon, so I went. As soon as I entered I saw it was far worse than I expected. Not only were Neil and Brad there, but Neil’s brother Kyle, and two more of my friends, Alec Grossman and Daniel Smith.
 
“I uh, lost a bet,” I said after acknowledging everyone. “This is going to sound really weird, and believe me, I don’t want to do it, but I lost and I have to. I want to give a blowjob to each of you.”
 
There was complete silence for at least ten seconds before Brad said, “Who’d you lose the bet to?”
 
It all sounded so much simpler in my head when I rehearsed it last night. “I lost to you Brad. You were right, I can’t run a seven-minute mile. My time was 7:35.” I had no idea how long it would take me to run a mile, but I looked up average times for kids my age and anywhere between seven and eight minutes seemed to be about average. Now I had to wait and see if Brad was going to deny that we ever made a bet.
 
“And what did we bet?” Brad asked. At least he was going to let me keep that much of my dignity.”
 
“That I would offer a blowjob to everyone present next time we were together. Which is now.”
 
“That wasn’t all of the bet though, was it Carl. You also bet that you’d give me a second one if I beat you and a second set for the group if I had less than seven minutes. What was my time Carl?”
 
Okay, so he went for it, but now it was getting worse. Of course, I had to say something less than seven minutes. “6:51.” Another moment of stupidity. I should have thought that Brad would take maximum advantage of it.
 
“You owe everyone here who is willing two blowjobs, plus a third one for me,” Brad said. “And don’t feel sorry for him, he was bragging the whole time and it was he who made the original bet. I just added to it. So, I hope all of you are horny enough to have our friend chow down on our secret sauce. I know I am. Can we use your room Neil?”
 
“Did you really make the bet?” Neil asked me. “Brad isn’t exactly your best friend. Is there something else that’s making you do it?”
 
Now I had doubts. Had Brad showed him the videos? Was he testing me? I had no idea, so I stuck with my plan. “I was stupid. He’s right, I was daring him, bragging about how bad I would beat him. But I lost, and now I must pay up. No hard feelings to any who want to take advantage of the offer.”
 
“Yeah, we can use my room,” Neil said. “Even though it was your bet Brad, it’s my house and my room, so I call dibs.” He wheeled his chair around and headed for his room. “Close the door behind you when you come in,” he said to me.
 
So, that’s the story of who I ended up giving two blowjobs to all of my best friends. Even Neil’s brother got his two. And of course, Brad got to go three times. It was horrible and terribly demeaning and they joked about it for months afterward, but always in private. None of my friends ever said a word about it anyone else. However, that was only partially true for Brad.
 
Brad came over my house the next day. “You know, you really shouldn’t trust your sister,” he said.
 
“I don’t. But what brought that comment up? And do you have my camera?”
 
“I didn’t just happen to find your camera and look at the videos, she showed them to me. And she wanted a video in return, featuring you. Which she has now. I hid the camera perfectly. It shows you doing it to us. The battery died right after you gave Kyle his second one, but it still shows you sucking dick eight times. I think she plans on using it to blackmail you. So, I guess I’ll just say thanks and wish you luck. You played your role perfectly.”
 
I ran into the house. “Where’s my camera?” I asked.
 
“It’s in your room, right on your dresser. I put it there yesterday. Don’t worry, I deleted the stuff you took of Neil.”
 
I ran to my room and looked. There was no video or pictures in memory. None at all. I went back to Carol.
 
“Where’s the video that Neil made?”
 
“Neil made a video? How did he get your camera? What did he record?” But she didn’t look confused. In fact, she was smiling. As if she knew exactly what Brad had recorded.
 
“He said you showed him the video I took. And he recorded what you set me up for. I want to know where that is?”
 
“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re taking about. I haven’t seen Brad since he came to get his jacket yesterday. What did you do? Tell them you were gay?”
 
It was too much of a coincidence for her to say that, but what if Brad was lying? Maybe she did conspire with him, but maybe the video he said he had was never shared with her. I shuddered at the thought that Brad might have something to blackmail me with. But Brad wasn’t that smart or devious. This smelled of one of my sister’s plans.
 
“I want to see your computer,” I said. We all had our own laptops.
 
“Tough shit, there is nothing on there that you need to see. And if you try to break into it you’ll be doubly screwed. I’d be nice to me and to Brad if I were you. You’ll never know who might have something to hold over you. And what the price might be to keep it from being shared. Now go away, I’ve got stuff to do.” That pretty much concluded it. She knew, and either her or Brad had a copy. Perhaps both of them did.
 
That ended it. I challenged Brad, but he stuck to his story that he brought the camera intact with the video and gave it to her and that he hadn’t made a copy of it. “Why would I want a copy of that? Too dangerous to have around. I told you not to trust her.” But he was smiling the whole time and he just didn’t sound like he was being completely truthful.
 
So now I wait each day for one or both of them to need me to do something. Something that would take a video of me giving blowjobs to get me to agree to doing. School starts in a few weeks and I’m dreading it. But there isn’t anything I can do about it. And the worst of it, I have to be on my very best behavior with Carol and Brad even though it is possible that no video of me was ever made. I can’t afford to take chances however. I can’t afford another moment of stupidity.
 
 






   
   
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