Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 9

Three years earlier, they had been riding their bikes on a hot, humid day. Jason suggested they go to the creek for a swim. Evan brought up their lack of swim-suits, but Jason assured him that he knew a spot they could go and it wouldn't matter. He also promised it would be exciting, that he'd done it before. Evan was easily influenced.

They rode their bicycles to Doc Davey's Farm. The farmer had become more docile with age and wasri't likely to shoot them with his pepper rifle if he caught them on his property. They made their way back behind the barn, where Jason showed him the trail that led through the woods, down to the creek. "It's the perfect spot," Jason promised.

Once they reached the water, Evan agreed. It was a narrow section where the river curved and was divided by an island. Most people wouldn't bother sneaking through Doc Davey's property when there were hundreds of other places to swim. All the boat traffic passed on the far side of the island, so they had a two-hundred yard section of water that was perfect.

Jason was also right about getting naked in public. Even in that remote place, it was exciting. Evan fought the urge to sport wood when they stripped. Once in the water, he gave up the fight. The contrast of the hot sun and the cool water rushing over his sensitive cock and balls was amazingly arousing. He'd always like being naked after his bath. Back then, he'd only been slightly curious about Deana's differences, and he never had to worry about popping a boner.

Instinctively, they swam in different directions. Evan ended up on the island, which amounted to a thin strip of land covered with trees and thick undergrowth. He found his way to the other side, where he became more aroused at the sight of boaters passing by. He stayed just out of sight, watching two women in bikinis standing on the bow of a boat. He started a fantasy while staring at them. His dick was fully erect, but he resisted the urge. If Jason caught him, then he'd be humiliated for the rest of his years in school. Getting caught beating off was the worst thing that could happen to a boy.

After a minute or two, he gave up and spit on his hand then started stroking. He finished quickly, and immediately felt embarrassed. What if his friend had seen him?

Jason was nowhere to be found, so Evan went looking for him. He didn't know his friend didn't want to be found. Evan's heart stopped, then sped up to a dangerous speed. Jason was standing against a tree stroking a giant, uncircumcised penis. Evan wasn't gay, and didn't want to watch someone jerk off, but he ducked down out of sight anyway. He'd never seen one so big, but that wasn't what made him get hard.

The giant purple dome of Jason's dick-head emerged from the foreskin cloak, Jason pushed it down towards the lapping tongue of Doc Davey's yellow lab. The tall-wagging dog eagerly licked while Jason stroked. He pushed his groin forward, lifted his cock and offered his ball-bag to his four-legged friend. She seemed thrilled, and licked his bouncing nuts.

Jason groaned, and aimed the swollen bulb at her face. The first burst of white cream flew the length of the dog and crashed down on the leafy earth, but the next blast was on target. Jason jerked and moaned, pumping his penis onto the licking tongue of his bitch.

Evan probably wouldn't have let his friend know he'd seen the depraved act if he hadn't fallen backwards over a log while his boner sprayed cum. Their friendship was bonded in mutual humiliation.

The spot-light fell on Jason's inappropriate behavior for obvious reasons, but Evan had been equally ashamed. The donkey sized penis and the bestiality had fucked up his mind. It was so wrong to have gotten excited, and worse, he wanted to know how it felt, but only really twisted people let dogs lick their balls while they masturbated.

Deana's voice jerked him out of the past and back to the parking lot. "It's about time," he said. She was walking with Rebecca, one of the tumbling triplets. "Where are the other two turriblers?" he asked Rebecca.

"They're not riding with us, Deana said.

Rebecca crowded him into the corner of the open door. "Are you ever going to stop calling us that?" she asked. "We do more than tumble.

He looked down at her. The sunlight on her head brought out a rusty tint in her brown hair, Her big green eyes and her long lashes hinted at an older, sexy girl, but the sprinkling of freckles down her button-nose reminded him she was Deana's cute friend. "Probably not, he finally answered.

"Figures." She huffed and pushed the seat forward. "My birthday is coming up. You gonna get me something special?"

Evan watched her lean into the backseat. "Yes," he said, and whacked her behind.

"Ouch." She yelped and fell into the car. "Not what I had in mind."

He tuned out the girl's talk and drove; his thoughts on his mother, Candy, and his birth mother, Sandra. Would it be less embarrassing to have Candy, his step-mom, find his crusty cum in Deana's underwear? Probably not.

At Rebecca's house, Deana opened her door and Rebecca slid across the backseat. Evan shoved Deana's seat forward and crushed his sister against the dashboard. Rebecca's skirt climbed her thighs and he took a long look. Her flowered underpants hugged her pussy, creating a vivid outline of her lips and the groove between them. It was what he and Jason called a fat pussy, which was a good thing.

"Hurry up," Deana said, "he's killing me. I'll call you later."

"Okay," Rebecca said.

Evan let his sister's seat fallback. Driving her friends had some perks. Rebecca's pussy was amazingly plump for such a skinny girl. His penis was hard.

Once they got going, Deana asked, "Is it really that bad having to drive us?" She batted her eyes at him. "Really, it could be worse."

"Mm, I guess so," he said, "but wish you could get a car too."

Deana laughed. "Yeah, like that'll happen. By the way, I totally busted you peeking in the backseat, pervert." She put her feet on the dashboard. "Don't get any ideas about Rebecca."

If she knew how hard he was, she'd really think he was a pervert. He didn't look her way or complain about her feet. "I know, it'll mess everything up and hurt your friendship...blah, blah." He couldn't get Rebecca's crotch out of his mind.

At the house, they climbed the porch steps together. He opened the back door and they both froze. 'Mom," Deana said, and stepped inside. 'You look, um, Fergalicious!"