Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 91
by Chadlad

copyright 2008 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
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Chapter 91: Boys are Such Jerks

Courtney Snetch didn't know the word "surreal," but if she had, she would have applied it to this situation. Along with several words she did know including "embarrassing," "humiliating," "unbearable," and "horribly, unbelievably uncomfortable and painful." That morning, when she'd been preparing for school and the world had seemed bright and promising, when she'd been anticipating the fruition of her and Emily's plans, when she'd been planning on a lovely day of boys' tight, muscular butts and cute, dangling penises being bared for her pleasure, she could not have imagined this scene. Her, walking haltingly, painfully, half crouched toward the bathroom, her mother leading the way, a circle of boys more or less surrounding her. Her rectum burning, her anus stretched beyond endurance with a plug that felt three miles wide. And worst of all, herself naked amidst all these boys – totally, completely, thoroughly naked. It was even more than being unclothed, because not only were her pert breasts, bare butt, and female parts naked for all to see, she was also naked of pubic hair for the first time many months. Her puffy pussy lips bulged pinkly, without a hair to hide behind, the pink furrow bisecting it wide open and bulging with its folds. She couldn't even cover it – her mother had bound her arms behind her again with one of those awful Velcro ties, so her puss was there for the boys to look at. And they were looking at it – at least her cousins were. Jeremy, almost her own age but seemingly younger with his hairless little boy crotch and small genitals, and Matty, younger, so of course equally immature down there. But now she looked just as immature down there as them, just as hairless and child-like. She hadn't been bald down there for almost 2 years, not since the first few hairs sprouted and her nipples had begun bulging, and her mother had bought her that first bra. But now the bra was gone, too, discarded on the floor by her panties and her other clothes. Her pussy burned on the surface where the hair had been yanked out, burned like a really bad sunburn. But that, at least, was an improvement over the screaming, tearing pain she'd felt when the wax had been yanked off for the first time, when she'd thought her mother had ripped her pussy lips right off.

She dreaded their arrival at the bathroom. Because she knew what was supposed to happen once she got there. It was the event she longed for, physically, but dreaded mentally. She was going to be allowed to, in her mother's words, "expel her enema." It sounded so clinical and neat phrased that way. But of course, it meant that the plug would be removed from her butt hole, and she'd be allowed to finally expel the burning, fizzing liquid inside her. But she dreaded it, too, because that relief would come only the usual way, the only way, really. By doing an act that was usually private, more private than anything after the kindergarten years. And her mother had made it clear that she wouldn't be doing it in private – these boys would all be watching.

In fact, all of them, were to be watching. Although her mother had originally said that Chad, and S. F., and Randy were to accompany Courtney to do her number 2, and that was bad enough, when it came time to go, her mother had decided the whole crew would come along. "We've got to wash her up afterward, anyway – she's already wet herself, and expelling the enema is bound to be messy, too. So we might as well all stick together," her mother had said. And her protests had not mattered at all, had only gotten her hands bound behind her, making her helpless as well as making sure her genital area remained exposed.

Thus it was that Jeremy's and Matty's tight little bare butts preceded her up the stairs to the upstairs bathroom, the other boys following, and even Emily Git bringing up the rear, being steered by her mother in that electric shock harness. Courtney shuddered thinking about what it must be like to be Emily, not just naked like her but with a mental knob stuffed up both her butt hole and her pussy hole. The rear knob looked just as big as the plug in Courtney's own butt, and probably was stretching Emily's hole just as painfully. And to have another knob in your pussy hole, violating that tender, sensitive, secret opening – well that would have been too much. Then to top that off, the two knobs apparently sent out painful, burning shocks with a push of the button. That would be horrible. But Courtney didn't care – she felt no sympathy for Emily. This, all of this, was Emily's fault. Her being naked in front of the boys, the awful, burning Coke enema, the painful and embarrassing bikini wax. Emily deserved everything that had happened to her and more, the stupid bitch. If she just had her hands free and had 5 minutes alone with Emily...

But of course she didn't. She wasn't going to get 5 minutes alone with anyone. Instead, it was the boys who were getting their 5 minutes of revenge with her. Only it had already been more than 5 minutes, and her mother had intimated that the horrible things she'd already suffered were merely the preliminaries to what was going to be a spectacularly horrible evening.

Still, she couldn't help but watch as her cousins mounted the stairs in front of her, striding slowly because they were taking a boyishly exuberant 2 steps at a time, the result being that their bare butts worked in a most enticing manner. Jeremy, especially, being a good 3 steps ahead of her, flashed the most amazing glimpses of his tight scrotum with every step, with the bulging little marble sack peeking out under first one raised leg and then the other as he climbed. Ordinarily she'd have been in heaven at the sight, but with a cold chill she realized that the boys from her class were about the same three steps below her, with a similar view of her climbing the stairs. Well, most of the boys. Chad had been delegated to hold her by one arm, and Alan by the other, so that she wouldn't trip with her hands tied and fall down the stairs. A quick, nervous glance revealed that Jimmy Chen was directly behind her and just enough below that his eyes were level with her bare, exposed butt, and he was clearly staring, looking right where her legs joined. She wondered what he could see from that angle. Not a boy's bulging sack. But could he see her privates? She tried to keep her legs closer together as she climbed, climbed toward her doom.

What Jimmy could see was one of the most enticing views he'd ever had of anyone's body. He was looking right up into Courtney's crotch from behind, and he could see the bottom of her pussy clearly between her legs as her legs worked, hauling her up the stairs. Soft, slightly pink lips, joined right by her butt hole but parting as they disappeared forward, out of sight. Glistening dark pink inner lips between. A boy's wet dream, and Jimmy himself was close to having just that right in his pants. All thought of avoiding an erection was forgotten – Jimmy was hard, rock hard, and in such bliss he didn't care.

Too soon for her mind and not soon enough for her rectum and anus, they arrived at the bathroom, and suddenly events were proceeding faster than Courtney could anticipate or adjust. This must be how executions feel for the condemned prisoner, she thought, as she found herself, with no preliminaries at all, turned to line up on front of the toilet. Her legs were prodded wide apart by her mother, then she was pushed into a bent-over crouch, her butt jutting over the toilet, hanging less than a foot above it, and then, in an explosion of pain, the black enema nozzle/butt plug was yanked out by her mother, and fluid poured out of her, dark brown and frothy, splattering in the toilet and fouling the room with its smell. Her mother forced her down on the seat but made her keep her legs apart as the initial flow was cut off abruptly, her butt hole burning horribly and unable to stand the pain. It was like having the worst diarrhea in the world. But the burning inside was intense, too, and so was the need to evacuate, and she forced out another burning surge of fluid, then another. Her mother flushed the toiled under her twice as she continued to jet small amounts of the enema out, and Mrs. Git spotted the window overlooking the back yard and yanked it open, letting in a surprisingly refreshing rush of cold air. It took Courtney almost a dozen painful spurts to completely evacuate herself, and even then she ended up hunched over the toilet, panting, rectum and anus burning, feeling like she'd run a mile. She wanted to close her legs and curl into a ball, but her mother prodded her knees apart when she tried to do so, so that her privates were completely exposed to the boys.

Her mother flushed again, then turned to the audience of boys. (Mrs. Git had guided Emily into a corner opposite the shower/tub where she could hear Courtney's ordeal but not see her. Still, that sound was enough to make her suppress a snicker. Serves the stupid cunt right, Emily thought to herself. Framing the boys were Courtney's idea, after all, she was convinced of that. She'd have just waited for them to get themselves into trouble if Courtney hadn't encouraged her. And then it would be stupid Chad standing in a corner somewhere with his naked butt still throbbing in pain, not her!)1

Courtney clenched her butt repeatedly but ineffectually in the uncomfortable position with her legs spread wide, trying to squeeze out the burning rectal sensation the enema had left, yet feeling relief as the burning inside began subsiding. Her mother turned to the boys.

"My daughter, unfortunately, is in a deplorable condition at the moment," she said. "Not only does she have the remnants of her well-deserved enema contaminating her private parts, but she shamefully wet herself earlier as well. I believe the next step will be to clean her up properly to make her ready for her more severe punishments."

She looked around the crowded bathroom. "Now, who wants to among those washing my daughter?"

"Excuse me?" Jimmy said. "What do you mean, washing Courtney?"

"Well, she can't very well wash herself, can she? Not with her hands tied. And I have no intention of untying her hands again for quite some time. It adds to her helplessness. So she needs someone to attend to her wiping needs right now, and then she needs people to soap and rinse her in the bathtub. So who wants to volunteer?" Courtney's mother said primly.

"I'm in!' Jeremy said immediately.

"Me, too," said Matty, practically jumping up and down with excitement. "I'm in, I'm in, I'm in!"

"Anyone else?" Mrs. Snetch asked. Chad raised a cautious hand.

"Me, too," Jimmy said. "I want a piece of that."

"Just what do you mean by that language, young man?" Mrs. Snetch snapped. "My daughter is not a 'piece.'"

"Oh. I didn't mean that," Jimmy said, backpedaling rapidly. "I didn't mean she was a piece of as... I didn't mean anything. I just meant I want to help."

"I'm sure," Mrs. Snetch said. "Anyone else?" Alan looked away. Randy and S. F. looked at each other, Randy's hand hovering half way up and half way down.

"In all fairness, I should mention the conditions, I suppose," Mrs. Snetch said. "Bathing a recalcitrant child can get messy. Anyone volunteering to help will also have to remove all of his clothing."

Randy's hand fell like a stone. S. F. took an involuntary step backward, in the process disappearing out of the bathroom door. Chad and Jimmy registered surprise.

"Awww, come on, Auntie," Matty whined. "That's not fair."

"You're already almost naked, anyway, doofus," Jeremy said. "The important stuff's already sticking out." He pulled his shirt off over his head, tossing it out the door where it landed on S. F.'s head. "I'm still in," he said, standing totally naked in front of his cousin.

Matty scrambled to follow suit, so that S. F. no more than got one shirt off his head when another flew through the door, landing on his face again. Matty danced around the room stark naked, his hard little penis bobbing energetically.

"How old are these guys, anyway?" Jimmy asked in a lowered voice.

"Jeremy's almost 12," Matty piped up. "I'm almost 10."

Jimmy's face registered surprise. "You're kidding," he said. "You look about 9," he added to Jeremy. "And your brother could pass for 8, easy."

"Not in her," Chad said, pointing at the Courtney's pert breasts.

"But, you look like – I mean," Jimmy said, stumbling.

"They're hung like toddlers," their aunt finished. "They know. They have eyes. We know it's a sensitive subject, so we don't point it out much. Although I, personally, think it's better that they're later growers. They'll be taller than other boys eventually, because they grow for longer, and thinner, too. And they won't be getting anyone pregnant any time soon. And it saves a lot on the laundry of sheets, as you boys are probably aware. She looked at Chad speculatively. "Well, perhaps not you," she added.

Chad blushed.

"Courtney can't shut up about it," Jeremy protested. "Especially when we get spanked!" He raised his voice to a mocking feminine pitch. "Well at least I have hair on my privates, Jeremy! You're bald as a baby boy down there! You should have seen the kid they punished in my class Jeremy! He was hung almost as badly as you! Except that you could see his balls."

Both Chad and Randy looked away, each assuming he was the boy Courtney had been referring to. Jeremy continued his rant in a superior, whiny imitation of Courtney's voice. "Don't be so self-conscious about being naked, Jeremy! It's not like you guys have anything to look at! From across the room we can't even see it! Most of the guys in my class already have a lot of hair down there! But they aren't hung like gerbils."

He danced a little jig, and his penis, drooping a bit to half hard during his tirade, jigged with him. "Well, look who's bare down there now, cousin! Look whose gross, disgusting girl parts are out in the open all of us to see!"

"Yeah," Matty chimed in. "Look who's naked and hung like a gerbil now!" Jeremy stopped dancing and rolled his eyes at his brother. "You don't say that about girls, stupid," he said.

Their aunt ignored them, turning to the other boys. "So are you boys going to help, or not?" Mrs. Snetch said. "If you're helping, get your clothes off, too. If not, you wait outside with the door shut until we're done."

Jimmy straightened his shoulders and then pulled his shirt over his head, making a point of tossing it deliberately at S. F. "I'm still in," he said. He reached manfully for the buckle of his pants and began loosening the waistline to pull them down. "Heck, everyone's already seen everything I have, anyway."

"Courtney's mom hasn't," S. F. reminded him from the doorway, where he was adding Jimmy's shirt to his growing collection. Jimmy stepped easily out of his pants and tossed them S. F.'s direction. S. F., who should have been expecting this, was just straightening up from setting the shirt down and caught Jimmy's pants full in the face. "Hey, don't throw your underpants on me too!" he. complained.

"All right," said Chad. He realized he'd have done this, anyway. After all the times he'd been nude, lately, he actually didn't feel all that self conscious about getting naked once again in front of friends and strangers. He was pretty sure his dick was bigger than Jeremy's, let alone little Matty's, and his balls certainly were bigger than those on both other boys. And he had hair to show off – not much, but a collection of downy hairs was more than Courtney's cousins had. Or Courtney herself. He pulled off his shirt and flung it as hard as he could at S. F., who was busy dodging Jimmy's boxers at the same time and caught Chad's shirt right in the face.

"Will you guys stop that?" S. F. sputtered.

"I will," Jimmy said. "I'm out of clothes. Watch out for Chad's drawers, though." He stood provocatively, with his hands on his hips, as Chad's pants caught S. F. in the chest. Jimmy surveyed the other boys. "Come on, Randy, join us! Who cares if they see your dick! We've already seen it, what there is of it, anyway."

"I can't," Randy said in a soft voice. "I just can't."

"Suit yourself," Jimmy said. He turned back around, where Jeremy and Matty were looking with unconcealed interest at his genitals.

"You're big," Matty said admiring. "But kind of twisty. And bumpy."

"Hey, you've got writing on your peenie," Jeremy said. "In marker! It says P, E, N..."

"Never mind that," Mrs. Snetch said. "What about you other two boys?"

Alan shook his head. "I'll just wait out here," he said.

"I don't have lust in my heart," Jimmy said. "Not even in my eyes or my di.. my privates. See, I'm not even hard," he added, indicating his drooping phallus. "I just have revenge in my mind."

Chad, now down to his underpants, hesitated. Because, unlike Jimmy, he certainly was hard. But on the other hand, Matty was so hard his dick was standing against his stomach, proud and throbbing. And Jeremy's dick was hard again, too, and now that Jimmy was naked, too, Jeremy wasn't even trying to hide his erection. Now that Chad could see it clearly, he realized that Jeremy's dick was actually respectably-sized erect, roughly the length of Chad's organ and almost as thick, with a noticeable upward curve where Chad was straight. Like his brother, he still had a foreskin, so his penis head peeked out of a hood just like his cousin Gabriel's did when he was hard. Chad's resolve hardened. So what if he himself was hard-- he wasn't missing the chance to be one of those to wash Courtney, both for the revenge factor, and the fact he wanted to touch her, and see what those female parts really felt like. Summoning courage and trying to act nonchalant, he pulled off his underpants, letting his 2-inch erection spring up to a jaunty, above horizontal position. He tried to act unconcerned as he flung his underpants at S. F., the waistband snagging S. F.'s nose.

"Hey!" S. F. said, Chad's underpants falling before he could react.

Matty and Jeremy had turned their attention to Chad, now, looking with undisguised interest at his privates. They looked at each other and grinned. "He's not so big," Jeremy said to his brother. "It's just the hair makes him look bigger."

"Come on, let's go get some more lemonade or something," Alan said. He pulled S. F. away, and Randy followed. Chad noted Randy looked rather longingly over his shoulder as they left. Mrs. Snetch crossed over and firmly shut the door.

"Hey, didn't you say your name was Chad?" Matty asked.

"Yes," Chad said.

"He's that Chad, isn't he, Court? The one you told us about." He stared openly at Chad's erection. "He's not so little down there," Matty added, almost indignantly. He glared at Courtney, who was still hunched miserably over the toilet, wishing she dared close her legs and block Jeremy's intent stare at her privates. "His peenie's bigger than Jeremy's! You said he was hung like a mobster."

"Hamster," Jeremy corrected absently.

"Are you sure it wasn't mobster?" Matty said. "You know, those big fat guys always have little tiny ones. At least the fat kids do. My friend Caesar's real fat, and you can't even see his..."

"Not me," said Mrs. Git brightly. Everyone turned to look at her. She looked surprised by the attention. "Well, I don't think boys' little hoo-hoos look disgusting," she said, smiling. "I think they're adorable. And the big ones..."

"We're getting off track here," Mrs. Snetch said. "Let's move it along. We have a lot to do yet. Now first, we have to decide who gets what job. I've got it all split up evenly, since there are 4 of you. One of you wipes her privates now and then washes her face and back. One of you washes her front down to the waist. One of you washes her bottom on down to her ankles, and one of you washes her front from the waist down to the toes.

"I want the front – the bottom part! The part with her pee-pee!" Matty squealed. "I call it!"

"No, I get her girl parts down below," Jeremy said. "You can have her butt."

"But I called it! I get her pee-pee because I called it!" Jeremy said.

"I'm older," Jeremy said as if this was a perfectly reasonable argument.

"But what about us?" Jimmy asked. "Maybe Chad or me want to do her privates."

"But I called it!" Matty whined.

"Quiet!" Mrs. Snetch ordered. "Let me think." She frowned at her nephews, their hard dicks catching her attention. "We have to do something about those erections, first, anyway. I will not have you aroused by your cousin like this. This isn't a sexual situation, it's a punishment! You shouldn't be getting hard."

"Mine's just hard because I gotta pee," Matty said.

"Yeah, me too," Jeremy said. "That's the only reason I'm hard, too. I'd never in a million years find Courtney sexy. Talk about yuck!"

"What about those two," Mrs. Git asked, amused. "She's not their cousin."

Mrs. Snetch eyed Chad's sturdy little erection. Chad blushed. She shifted her gaze to Jimmy, who was staring at Courtney's spread legs and her gaping pussy and rapidly reaching full hardness himself. He looked up and caught her stare.

"Um, I kinda have to go," he extemporized.

"Yeah, me too," Chad said.

"We'll see about that. If it's just a full bladder, we can fix it. Go ahead and go if you need to. You go first, Matty," Mrs. Snetch decided.

Matty looked at Courtney, hunching over the toilet, still looking miserable. "She's in the way," he said.

"No she's not," Mrs. Snetch said. "Courtney, straighten up and slide to the back of the toilet." She nudged Courtney roughly, making her comply. Almost half the hole in the toilet was now visible between Courtney's legs, an open triangle into clear water. "Just aim right through there," Mrs. Snetch said, indicating the open hole.

"But what if I miss," Matty said, already moving over and lining up opposite his cousin. "I miss a lot."

"tell me about it," Mrs. Snetch said. "Just try to pay attention to what you're doing when you pee for a change," she added. "Look, you can bank off of Courtney if you have to – use the area I waxed as a backboard if you need to."

"WHAT!" Courtney squealed, starting to rise from the toilet.

"Sit down, you spoiled little brat!" her mother thundered. "Unless you want me to take you over my knee right here and now!"

Courtney's resistance collapsed and she plopped back down, looking fearfully up at Matty's erect penis, directly opposite her face. Matty took a manly pose and grasped his penis firmly in his right hand, forcing the tip down against its turgidness. His butt began twitching in little clenches that Chad, standing to one side, had to admit were disgustingly cute. Courtney began crying softly, her body tense. Matty grinned and pee shot out of his little, rigid cock, hitting Courtney's slit right below her clitoris. Chad was surprised at the force with which he peed – in seconds Courtney's entire privates were soaked, the pee pouring off the bottom of her slit and drizzling loudly in the toilet. Matty moved closer as his stream wavered and diminished, standing on his tip toes and leaning toward Courtney as he shook off three of four final drops, two of them landing on Courtney's bare thigh, one on her stomach above her belly button, the final drop flying up the side of her small right breast. Courtney shrieked. "Mother! He's getting it all over!"

"Don't be silly, dear," Mrs. Git said. "They have to shake themselves when they're done – it's a boy thing. And a little pee won't hurt you!"

Matty stepped back. "Your turn," he said to his brother. He continued to hold his dick, which, to Chad, didn't appear to be shrinking at all even though his bladder was empty.

Jeremy, looking at the floor, walked over more deliberately and appeared self-conscious as he took his dick in hand. He pulled it out a bit and readjusted his position. Little twitches coursed through his butt, also, but, unlike his brother, nothing was immediately forthcoming. The room was silent for a time. Jeremy shifted positions a time or two, appearing uncomfortable.

"Well?" his aunt finally asked.

Jeremy kept looking at the floor. He stroked his penis a few times and changed his aim. "I'm a little pee-shy," he finally said.

Jimmy giggled. "Pee-shy?" he said.

"Yeah," Jeremy said to the floor. "I can't do it if you watch me."

"We're not watching you – we're watching Courtney," Jimmy said. They weren't, of course, but Jimmy nodded and focused on his dick. There was a long, uncomfortable pause. Jeremy's bare butt twitched a few more times, and he shifted his grip on himself. "I can't," he said. "Could you guys turn around or something?"

His aunt took a long stride forward. Grabbing his left arm above the elbow, she raised her hand and swiftly brought it down in the lower center of Jeremy's bare butt with a loud crack that signaled the surprising force she'd used. Jeremy bucked and yelped, his buns clenching so hard that they became white all the way down his crack as he rose on his toes at the same time. "Owwwwww!" he squealed. "That hurt!" In seconds his butt relaxed again, and at the same time, pee shot out of his penis, splashing on Courtney's stomach. Courtney tried recoiling, but the toilet tank and her hands bound behind her blocked her. Jeremy quickly shifted his aim, peeing directly on her genitals as he finished emptying himself. As he was furiously rubbing his butt with his left hand at the same time, his stream wandered, soaking her entire pubic area, pee dribbling off Courtney's butt where it hung over the water. Contemptuously he shook the final drops off, spattering Courtney's boobs with all of them. He stepped back, continuing to rub his butt. Jimmy stepped forward, already reaching to point his hard cock downward.

"Do try not to get it all over the place like my careless nephews did," Mrs. Snetch said. Courtney, both soaked and humiliated, was crying hard now, looking down at her dripping lap.

"You're washable," Mrs. Snetch said. "You can put your feet in the tub when you wash Courtney. And Jeremy and Matty can mop the floor and clean the toilet later."

Courtney cringed. Jimmy looking at her with a shit-eating grin, now, manfully taking his penis in hand and pulling it out, emphasizing its length. She felt very small and vulnerable as he stepped closer, looking her up and down, stopping at each bare breast, then staring at her open cunt. Then Jimmy, apparently not pee-shy at all, began noisily peeing directly and neatly into the triangular hole into the toilet made by Courtney's spread legs. "Oops, he said, grinning. "Gotta make sure I don't miss and pee on the floor – I'd better aim higher." Slowly, deliberately, he adjusted his aim upward, so that he was peeing on the lower part of Courtney's cunt, then the middle of it, then the top. As his stream trailed down, he flicked his hand, so that the last dribble flew into the air, landing in a neat arc right across both of Courtney's pert little breasts.

"Oops," he said. "Sorry. It's like you said, Courtney, we're disgusting. Your turn, Chad."

Courtney's sobs became louder. How could this get any worse? Boys were peeing on her, for heaven's sake! How could her mother be this cruel?

Chad, his heart pounding, realized everyone was looking at him. Anxiety flowed through him. What if he couldn't pee? He didn't want Mrs. Snetch 'encouraging' him the way she had her nephew! Jeremy was still rubbing his butt ruefully, and a bright red, perfect imprint of Mrs. Snetch's hand stood out on the boy's muscular cheeks. Chad forced himself to focus on his penis, taking it in both hands to force it down against the strength of his hard on. I can do this. I can. I can do this. It's just like being in the bathroom alone...

Yeah, right. If the toilets had cunts, wide open and glistening. And boobs that stood out pert and round, with prominent nipples. And if people in the public bathrooms always looked at your bare butt and your dick while you peed.

Yet the pee came. Not right away. He had anxious moments trying to make that elusive muscle in him relax, creating an intense interior burning but little else. But then there was a little squirt that ended just as quickly and splashed Courtney's left thigh, a squirt that, when it cut off, made his penis burn inside. But as Chad quickly adjusted, another squirt slipped out, then another, in quicker and quicker succession, until he was peeing steadily, most of it going into the hole, some going into the open pink slit of the girl. Chad wondered if it got into her dick hole when they peed on her slit. Probably not – that interior tunnel angled upward, didn't it? Before he even realized it, he was dribbing his final tiny squirt, and without thinking he gave his penis his usual urinal shake. Drops on the tip flew through the air, several striking Courtney's open mouth as she drew in a breath to sob more loudly.

Courtney stiffened and drew back, then began shaking, letting out an anguished wail. "It's on me, mother!" she have cried, half moaned. "It's in my mouth!" She began spitting wildly on herself."

"Nice one, Chad," Jeremy murmured.

Jeremy looked down, as if he hadn't realized this simple fact. His penis looked up at him, the pee slit angled directly at his face. "I can't help it," he said. "It usually goes down after I pee."

Mrs. Snetch looked at Jimmy's crotch and then Chad's, giving each a good, hard, stare. Their still hard dicks looked back at her without comment. The tips of both boy's organs glistened with the final drops of their efforts on Courtney. "So what are we going to do about this, boys?" she asked in a tense tone.

"I have an idea that may solve two problems at once," Mrs. Git said. Jimmy and Chad jumped – they'd forgotten she was there, she'd been standing so quietly. She beamed at the four naked boys, then turned her smile to Mrs. Snetch. "We'll have a contest!" she said. "Boys' love contests!"

"What kind of contest?" Mrs. Snetch said.

"A contest to decide who gets to pick which bathtub job," Mrs. Git said. "And get rid of the each boy's other problem at the same time." She beamed at the boys again. "We'll have a circle jerk!"

"A what?" Chad and Jeremy said simultaneously.

"A circle jerk!" Mrs. Git said brightly. "Don't tell me you've never been in a circle jerk! What do Boy Scouts do around the campfire these days!"