The Other Side of Midnight – Chapter 7
By Patrik
Razmuzzen
my.backups.89@gmail.com
Copyright 2014 by Patrik Razmuzzen, all rights reserved
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This work is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It may contain depictions of
sexual activity
involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to
view such material or
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story.
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That was the start of a long hot summer, I remember,
and we began to spend more time
outside. We even made it to beach at the
lake where my cousin Amy lived, when our parents arranged for her to visit.
I met Claire, Mark and Ella at the train stop, and was
surprised to see that Mark was already wearing his 'designer' swimming togs.
"No-one said anything?"
"They never do," Clare added.
"Relax!"
She had a point: although they looked unusual outdoors
they didn't look "obscene" or anything - even with Mark having to
pull the pants up if he stood up or took a few steps until Claire reminded him
that he wasn't allowed to touch them.
Two kids - boy and a girl about our age joined us -
and Claire introduced them as their cousins, but I forget their names; before
Walt, Tobi and Tobi's little sister, Lisa, got on at the next stop. Lisa
laughed a bit when she saw him but didn't say anything, while Walt accused me
of being gay because I was sitting beside Mark and staring at his crotch. I
just looked away, wishing he'd shut up.
It took about an hour to get to the station and then a
twenty minute walking through the forest to get to the beach, with Mark
carrying his own bag as well as Claire’s and Ella's. He had to walk almost like
a crab to keep his shorts from falling down, all while avoiding the attention
of his cousins constantly slapping his bare bottom whenever they did. I
remember wondering, casually, why Walt never teased any of them about being gay
- it was always me he bullied.
Once we got there, we changed quickly, before Claire
decided Mark needed some sun cream. She got him to stand up and pulled out a
bottle of sunscreen, muttering something about not wanting him to get sunburnt.
She squeezed a large dollop of it into her hand and started rubbing it into his
chest and back. Needless to say she didn't stop there. Mark had to stand there
in front of us while Claire dropped her hand deep into the front of his shorts,
clearing massaging his penis as she did for more than a few seconds. Poor Mark
just hat to stand there red-faced and endure it.
The she turned him around and did the same with the
back. She made it clear she was squeezing his bottom under the shorts as she
did it, not that we needed much clarity. When she was finished, his bottom
glistened in the sunshine and his shorts were pretty much around the top of his
legs. She pulled them up for him, but this only served to wedgie him in the
process, Then she slapped his half-bare bottom and told him he could “go and play”
as if he was a toddler.
I was so jealous, not just of the way they got to
grope Mark in public, but also the fact that they showed no fear whatsoever.
For the next hour, Mark unwittingly showed everyone
his wet bottom and most of his front. Every three minutes, there was a cry of
"out you get, Mark" or "show us your bottom, Mark!" from
the girls and he's have to climb up on the pier and dive in back in again. I
missed a lot of it because Walt kept dunking me head under the water at the
worst moment. I tried staying away from him, but it turned out to be
impossible. When I did see it, though it was breathtaking - his pants always
came down to his thighs and he could never do anything to stop them. Erect or
not, his penis had no chance of holding them up.
We stayed in the water until lunch then, when Ella and
Claire got Mark to serve us everything as if he was a proper little slave-boy.
There were times when this game was both useful as well as exciting, although
Walt kept throwing bits of food at him.
It was just as we were finishing that I spotted my
Aunt and Amy coming towards us and waved. Mark struggled down into a blanket,
hoping they wouldn't see how ridiculous he looked. Although, eventually, Amy
got to see everything anyway, I was glad he hid because my Aunt, like my
mother, was a but on the conservative side and probably would not have
approved.
Amy looked completely different from when I saw her a
month earlier. She'd had her hair cut short and had taken to wearing ripped
jeans and a baseball cap.
After lunch, and after my Aunt had left, Tobi pulled
out a frisbee and we started throw it around a lot. Mostly at Mark, obviously,
whose pants only just about stayed up. Time after time, Mark was made to run or
jump for the frisbee. At least five times, the pants came down to his knees and
showed everyone everything. There weren't too many people around, but we made
sure Mark was pretty much exposed every time someone walked by.
It was the first time I remembered not being worried
about what might happen and who might get us into trouble - probably because
there was a large group of us, but also because I wanted to see more even if it
did. It was the most liberating feeling I've ever had. Even Walt couldn't ruin
the afternoon for me.
Amy, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying it more
than the rest of us. Every time I looked over at her she got a weird glow in
her face. “Why does he wear those things?” she said to me at one point. “Must
be embarrassing”
“I though you would have approved?” I replied.
“Oh, yeah!” she said, slapping my bottom. "What's the deal"
"Ask Claire," I replied.
"Good idea," Amy said. She handed me the
frisbee and marched over to the picnic blanket and started talking to Claire,
while I threw Mark the frisbee.
It wasn't long after this that Mark stretch a bit too
high an his pants made it all the way to his ankles. He was pulling them up
when Claire called after him. He shuffle awkwardly over to her with his baggy
pants half way up his legs. I noticed a
guy walking his dog and a group of girls who were passing by, suddenly stop and
watch.
Then Claire took hold of the togs, but instead of
pulling them up, she pulled them down and off. “Hang on,” I heard her say,
loudly, “you need to get a good tan. If you were these togs, it'll be uneven,
won't it?"
Mark looked horrified.
“I'll put these away and you can have them later on, when the sun won't
be strong enough to make your tan uneven, ok?”
Beside her, Amy looked ecstatic.
Claire threw the firsbee back to me where had been
standing. “Go on,” she yelled, “run!”
Mark kind of half run and half jogged after the
firsbee, picked it up and threw it back. If we were throwing the frisbee to him
a lot before his public stripping, we were certainly doing it now! Every time
he threw it to one of us, we picked it up and threw it back. Usually too high,
so we could watch his semi-erection and balls bouncing around and his
beautiful, beautiful bottom wobbling as he ran after it to throw it back.
This went on for a while, and one by one we dropped
out and went swimming until it started to get a bit late and we regrouped by
the towels.
I noticed Amy moving around so she could sit beside
Mark. Then, she casually started picking up handfuls of sand and letting sand
flow on Mark's dick like an egg timer, moving the pressure up and down over the
erect shaft and over the skin of his balls.
“How does this feel?” she asked.
“very.... strange....” Mark replied.
“But nice?”
“Nice too.... yeah....”
Then she picked up a handful of reeds and used to
stroke the inside of his thighs and his groin, then up over his balls and his
shaft again, “This any better?”
Mark didn't reply. Amy kept pulling the grass away
from him and then watching as he lifted his hips and tried to press himself
into the sensation again, groaning every now and again as he did it. Then some
of his cousins got reeds as well and joined in.
“I'm beginning to like your cousin,” Claire told me.
"Thought you might," I replied.
For her coup-de-gras, she tied a string around his
dick and then pulled it gently up and away from his body, again and again. I
remember wondering what this felt like? To be humiliated and controlled and yet
have the most amazing sensation ever. Oh, God, it was turning me on just
watching it.
“Can you cum yet?” Amy asked.
Mark hesitated before replying. “Yeah, a bit.”
"No cumming without permission," Claire
pointed out.
"Awww," Amy groaned.
Didn't stop her playing with it, though. She and
Toni’s sisters were still at it half an hour later when Claire said we needed
to start moving if we wanted to catch the train. We got dressed and Mark was
sent down to the water to wash his shorts, complete with raging erection
bouncing around between his legs.
“I don't think I can let you wear these home,” Claire said, once he came
back and we were all dressed. “They're too wet. Let them dry and we'll see what
they're like when we get to the station.”
“But someone will see!” Mark replied. “It's too public!"
"In the forest? We didn't see anyone on the way
here! Besides, plenty of people have seen you today and no-one said anything!”
It was a bit different on a beach, though. I thought
to myself. That said, I was in favour of him being naked too. Was I finally
losing my fear of getting into trouble?
Mark, however, knew better than to complain. I don't
know if he trusted her or not or just wanted to avoid another punishment, but
he said nothing.
“Come on,” Amy said, “it'll be fine!” She retied the string around his penis
and pulled it gently as she walked up the sand. Mark had no choice but to go
with her. He groaned as he did so.
Through the entire forest, she led him by the string
on his dick. Right until we got to the station. We were passed once or twice by
some people going to the beach, but Claire saw them coming a long way off and
threw Mark his t-shirt. Needless to say, he had to give it back as soon as the
danger had passed, dry or not.
The train was already there when we got to the station
and we had to run for it. We had the whole carriage to ourselves and Mark was
left sitting still naked in the window seat. Once we were moving, she decided
to have a bit more fun with him, so she ordered him down onto all fours and had
to run up and down the aisle like a dog while having his head patted and his
butt slapped. We positioned ourselves in different seats so that no matter
where he went, he kept getting patted. I was up the far end, just about to pat
his butt when we pulled into a station
and Mark scrambled back to his seat.
A small group of old ladies got on, but sat at the
other end of the carriage. Claire, though. made Mark kneel up in the seat, so
they could only see the top half of his body, and talk to the Tobi and his
sister in the seats behind him, while Ella put her feet up and toe-poke his
balls gently by putting her foot in between his legs. All while he was under
orders to not move.
Amy loved watching this and even joined in, stroking
his dick, between his body and the seat.
Mark groaned a few times making it had to talk to Tobi
and Lisa. Lisa got up and peered over the other edge of the seat to watch the
fun.
Then Amy asked, "please can I make him cum? I
really want to see it!"
Claire turned to Ella, who just shrugged and then to
me. I said "yes" a bit too quickly and Walt elbowed me in the ribs.
Claire just glared at him and he held Mark's hands up and said, "okay,
then. Mark, Amy wants to see you cum, you
have permission."
Mark looked horrified. Cum? Here? In front of all his
friends and their cousins?
She was serious, too. Everyone shuffled around to get
a better view. Tobi got up beside Lisa so that he could see over the seats that
separated them as well. I swapped sides to get a better view, for once
forgetting about Walt, while Ella continued working Mark's balls from behind
and Amy stoked his dick. Only Claire looked causal.
Of all the fascinated faces, mine must have been the
worst, as I watched Mark getting ready to orgasm in front of his friends. He
rocked his hips into Ella's foot and spread his knees on the seat. Everything
was exposed to us now. Then he opened his mouth as if to scream, but nothing
came out.
I looked up as some of the ladies caught my eyes and I
glanced back just in time to see a powerful stream of clear semen shoot out of
Mark's penis and onto the leather seats. He groaned, as if in pain, while Ella kept going, but Amy stooped stroking.
Mark's dick quivered in mid air, produce two more streams of semen and then he
groaned again and collapsed forward onto his own mess. Some more semen dribbled
out of him as he lay on the seat, red-faced, shaking and panting heavily.
Finally he sat back up with his dick still half erect and the tip shining
bright red and looking almost a little bit painful. He wiped some sweat from
his brow and took a few deep breaths.
“Can not believe he could shoot that much,” one of Mark's cousins
muttered. “Impressive.”
“I know,” the other replied.
We all just sat there silently for a few minutes later until the train
pulled into a crowded station. There were a few frantic attempts to wipe the
seat and Mark had to get dressed again and for the rest of the ride home it was
pretty much normal.
(The End)