The Other Side of Midnight 7

The Other Side of Midnight – Chapter 7

By Patrik Razmuzzen

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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)