Sean Fraser's Predicament

Sean Fraser's Predicament 4

By Ritchie Moore

(I'll forward it to the author)

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SEAN FRASER’S PREDICAMENT

Part 4

Sean Chapter 4 for cassie

Alison looked at her sweating brother critically.

“I think you’d better take a shower,” she said, furrowing her brow. “And we can go in for some lemonade and stuff. Okay, girls?”

There was a murmur of agreement. The hapless nudist nodded his head and breathed deeply, turning to go to the house. The others parted to allow him room, and looked after him with satisfied beaming smiles.

“Well! That was a good spot of entertainment!” said Veronica, looking round at the other girls. “I must admit, Alison, I was hoping for something like this, though I didn’t want to say so. After all, it’s supposed to be just a punishment for cheekiness, isn’t it? But we’re not supposed to take advantage, am I right?”

“That’s true,” said Alison with a nod, “but somehow I think mum will be on our side. And Dad too, after all, he started the thing. I got the impression they’re quite satisfied with the whole way it’s going. Well, Marjorie, what do you think of your classmate now, eh?”

The teenager blushed. “Hmm! I’ll tell you, I was amazed when I saw his dad dragging him along, naked as a jaybird, the other day, and I got a bit of a thrill, seeing his arse and a hint of his penis. But now, well, I should thank you for letting me be a part of the gang. I must say I don’t know how I’ll look at him now, at school I mean, after this. I’ve seen his balls, I’ve seen his hard-on, and I’ve even wanked him to shoot his come. God! Actually, how he sees me is another thing. How can he look me in the eye after having me handle his prick and all? It alters our whole ... relationship. But for now, I envy you having the whole summer to enjoy him.”

“Oh no,” said Alexa, “we’ll be away in a few weeks. Till then, I grant you, we’ll be able to enjoy the scenery. But in the autumn you’ll be able to relive this every time you see him in class! And you might want to visit Alison anyway.”

Kristina nodded enthusiastically. “Hey, Alison! Why don’t you have Marjorie over some time, just to visit? I’m sure she’d like to see Sean again, over the summer, no?”

Alison smiled agreeably. “Good idea! In fact, I think we’re going to have quite a few visitors for one reason or another. But listen, why don’t we go in and see how Sean is doing?”

Jo gazed at Helena Thomas as she spoonfed little Micky, and went on with what she had been saying.

“Yes, I really think this regimen will do him good. Already I see, or I sense, that the relations with his sister are better. Not a lot, okay, but a bit better. And he seems ... humbled, maybe. Not so cocky.”

Doreen gave a laugh which she turned into a cough, but Helena grinned and said “Not in that way, anyhow! But I was thinking, if you want to inure him to it a bit more, he can always come over here. Another face, another pair of eyes. That is what you’re going for, isn’t it?”

“I suppose so. What started out as a mere punishment has converted to a psychological programme. I know it’s hard for him right now—“

Doreen spluttered, and Helena laughed outright. Jo went a bit pink and said “Goodness, you pair! You know what I mean. But anyway, I really do feel that in the end – and however long it takes! – he’ll be the better for it. But now, I think it’s time I got back and got things ready for Peter when he comes. Ah! Look at the time! Thanks so much for having us,” she said to Helena.

Doreen seconded the thanks.

“No bother! Come over again, before you go, surely! And I’d like to meet your girls, Doreen. I wonder how they’re taking it, by the way?”

“Good question,” said their mother. “They’re normal teenagers with their hormones and their interest in the other sex, so I can only hope they don’t tease Sean too much. Yes, we’d better get back and see what they’re up to. Thanks, Helena, it was great to meet you.”

They sauntered over to the house, to find the girls in the lobby, with their new-found friend, whom Jo recognised as the daughter of one of Peter’s workers, and welcomed with a smile.

“Oh, you came, with Sean’s things? Good, I was wondering about that. Why don’t you take them up to Sean? He’s in his room, is he? Off you go, it’s fine.” She smiled at the girl, who smiled back and didn’t let on that she knew what was happening. The others led her upstairs and Jo grinned at Doreen to say “Yes, Doreen, I’m deliberately shaming him again. Another pair of eyes, as Helena said. Hmm, do I hear the shower going? Aha. Come through to the kitchen and have some biscuits and coffee.”

The five girls hurried to the bathroom, knowing it wouldn’t be locked, and ranged themselves round the room, looking at the shower cubicle where the oblivious Sean was enjoying a long luxurious shower. They could see his fine body vaguely through the steamed-up glass, and stared contentedly at him as he moved those nice limbs, as he lathered up his loins for the umpteenth time, surely, as he smoothed his soapy hands over his bum and sighed in a weary sort of way, thinking perhaps of what had happened in the garden. Then the water was off and he opened the door to see his audience.

He let out a sort of sobbing moan to see their wolfish expressions. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to go, please? They looked at him expectantly, and he stepped out into their midst, reaching for a towel. Veronica was quick to forestall him and distribute the three towels to the others. Alison declined the job, so Alexa, Kristina and Marjorie (God, the girl from school he had a crush on!) gladly took on the expected roles and lovingly, carefully, slowly, erotically, dried every inch of that great body. Somehow it wasn’t very long at all till he developed another erection, which drew more attention to itself, naturally, and he squirmed under their rude hands, trying to get away (how stupid!), finally yielding to his body and arching his back as Alexa clasped him round the waist and Kristina put her hands to his behind to urge him to push his pelvis over the lavatory bowl, while Marjorie, again the catalyst, thrust a naughty finger under his scrotum and provoked another grand display of ejaculation. Sean was talking to them in a sort of pleading way, half asking to be left alone, half (only half?) demanding release, with “God! Oh God! Oh fuck! Fuck!” – at which Alison muttered something about punishment for swearing so awfully, and Marjorie, beside herself at this reward for her ministrations, laughed in glee.

“Right, Sean,” said Veronica, “we really have to let you go now. Use the tissues there, and come downstairs to see Marjorie off, won’t you?”

He nodded exhaustedly, and looked askance at his classmate. He had surely sealed his fate by this. And is she going to want to repeat the game? God, will this be an ordinary thing for her? For fuck’s sake! Where did that idea come from?

Jo peeked out of the kitchen to see the girls coming down, and called out to them to come to the kitchen for coffee and biscuits. They accepted with smiles, and the adults looked at them carefully.

“Well,” said Doreen, “you saw Sean, then?”

For some reason every single one of them blushed. Jo turned to Marjorie.

“Maybe I should have warned you, Marjorie, about the new thing we’ve instituted, but it’s done now, you’ve been blooded, as they say with a foxhunt. I hope you don‘t mind too much.”

The girl blushed even more and said “No, oh no, Mrs Fraser! I ... in a way I feel honoured, that you let me do this. I really like Sean, you know, and this makes him, makes our relationship, just a bit ... deeper? More intimate, for sure. Better.”

“I’m pleased to hear that,” said Jo warmly. “Look, I’m going to invite you over to visit just as often as you like.”

The girl’s eyes grew large, and an unbelieving smile twitched at her lips.

“Yes,” said Jo, “as often as you like. Summer’s practically here, and you can be outside in the garden most of the time. His cousins will be going back in a few weeks, but you are very welcome to visit after that, I think it’ll be very good for Sean.”

At that point a wary Sean spoke up from the doorway.

“Wh--what’ll be very good?” His eyes went from face to face rather fearfully.

His mother beamed at him and gave him the devastating news.

“Yes, Marjorie will be coming to visit a lot over the summer. You won’t lack for company after your cousins go home. Isn’t that great?”

He panted a bit and his face fell. “Oh yes,” he lied, “it’ll be great.”

“Did I hear you showering?”

He bit his lip and muttered “Yes.”

Jo looked at him closely. “Were the girls there?”

He was getting red by this time. “Yes.”

Kristina volunteered, “We enjoyed a little visit. We helped dry him off.”

Doreen’s lips twitched. “That was good of you. Maybe next time you can help him shower.” She glanced out of the corner of her eyes at the boy, now in full blush, who had an expression of hopeless horror at this useful suggestion. The girls looked rather surprised, but nodded vigorously and grinned at Sean, who rolled his eyes and nodded pathetically. His mother nodded too, in quiet amusement.

“Yes,” she said, “which will help with those bits that are so hard to reach, won’t it? A good suggestion, Doreen. Well, anyone for more coffee? Sean, you haven’t had any yet. Come over here.”

There he was again in the midst of a crowd of females, and somehow he felt they were all bawdily amused at his condition. He longed to cover his abused privates, but had to stand there to hold his coffee cup and chew a biscuit. His thoughts were in turmoil. He could just imagine how those showers would be. And oh God he just knew, he just knew, that fucking Marjorie (desirable Marjorie!) would get into the act as well and put her curious hands on his one-time secret parts....

Predictably, he was invited (or commanded) to see the guest away, going to the front gate, feeling again very naked, and even more so, for this was the front garden, and potentially a possible passer-by of any sex would be able to see him and laugh. He thanked the gods they were so remote, though he could plainly see their neighbours’ houses down the road, where (shit!) there happened to be quite a few girls, and it was only lucky they weren’t looking this way. But oh Christ the day will come when they are looking this way! What to do then? Yeah, what?

Peter Fraser was much amused when told of the day’s doings, though the girls took care not to give too much information about their participation in Sean’s discomfiture. He was as enthusiastic as the others in acceptance of the bathing ideas, and said in a thoughtful sort of voice that it was a pity they didn’t have a backyard swimming pool, like the assistant manager of the mill. “I’d like to show him off, actually,” he said. “To other people, to all and sundry. I said he had a good body, and it’s true. Why shouldn’t others, men, women, girls, boys, enjoy looking at it? Ah well....”

Doreen picked up on this at once. “You’re right,” she said, “you should see how many others can get a chance of seeing him, admiring him. Especially the women, and more especially the girls. That’s the whole point of the system, isn’t it? Hey, how well do you know your colleague, with the pool? Do you think—“

“I see what you’re on about, Doreen, and I suppose it could be done. In fact it occurs to me that Rathbone was complaining that the thing didn’t get the use it deserved. Just a month ago maybe, he was bitching to one of the foremen about it – an expensive piece of property that wasn’t being used. Only by his daughters, naturally, and a pal or two, but not too much at all. Hmm, well, now! What ....”

Jo raised her head and grinned. “He has daughters!”

Doreen laughed. “I think I see how your thoughts are running, Jo. Peter, my love, there’s your next goal. Get what’s-‘is-name to let Sean swim in his pool, and the daughters will be only too pleased to host him. And a few more perhaps. And somehow I think his pool will become very popular!”

That night Veronica caught her mother and told her a little of what had really happened that day.

“Wait, Vee, you’re saying he got an erection? Hmm, I knew that would happen. What then?”

Veronica coloured and cleared her throat. She was used to frankness with her mother, but this was a bit different.

“He ... he finally ... he finally ejaculated.” She looked at her mother directly.

Doreen sighed. “Ah well. I knew that might happen. Would happen. Was bound to happen, actually. So, what did you do?”

“We were amazed and delighted, actually.” She made no mention of the fact that the process was no stranger to her experience, but you can’t tell a mother absolutely everything, can you?

“Well, we let Sean know that we appreciated what had happened, and that comforted him I think. So we sent him in to shower. That’s when you pair came back.”

“And you all trooped upstairs to watch him, okay. And helped dry him. All of you?”

“There were only three towels, so it was Kristina, Alexa and Marjorie who did it. And....”

Doreen looked piercingly at the fifteen-year-old. “There was more, wasn’t there?”

Veronica took a deep breath and answered “Yes. A bit more.” She looked into Doreen’s eyes and said simply “He got another hard-on, and ... we helped him ejaculate.”

She looked enquiringly at her mother, whose eyes narrowed in thought.

“Well, darling, I must say I’m not entirely surprised. It’s just as well, in fact, that it’s happened, and got out of the way, so to speak.”

“Not that it is out of the way, mum. I mean, it’ll happen again. Either when we bath him or just spontaneously, I bet you he’ll get another hard-on, and I bet we’ll expect an ejaculation. And I admit to you that I’d like to do that. I’d like to stroke him and bring him to orgasm.”

She bit her lip and stared half-defiantly at her liberal-minded mother, who smiled, and then burst out laughing.

“Oh Vee, my darling,” she said, stroking her firstborn’s longhair, “I just bet you do! Did you think I’d be angry? Well I’m not. I understand very well. I was fifteen too, not that long ago. Were I in your shoes I’d feel exactly the same. And come to that, your sisters have as much right to get their jollies as you, or anyone. So – don’t go out of your way to tease poor Sean, but if it happens, if circumstances offer, then go for it. I envy you, actually. And now off to bed, you randy little besom!”

The subject of their plots was lying naked on his bed staring at the ceiling, going over yet again the appalling events of the day. His penis was turgid and lying half erect on his belly, twitching at each reminiscence. Marjorie’s admiring words came back to him, her threatening to remember the look of his balls and his erection, and then oh God, her touching of him! And then, after his shower – and they had all been watching avidly, for sure, as he washed the come and sweat from his body – after that, the towelling off and the hands on his skin, the hard-on, the ache and the tension and the so hot desire to end it, to get relief from the overpowering need, to free his member’s bursting hot fluid –

God, he had to wank, right now! Where was that bumroll he’d brought? He turned to the bedside table, and when he straightened again he gasped to see he had a visitor – young Alexa, just thirteen years old, but by golly getting good experience in biology. She looked at him and said “Hi! I just knew you’d have a hard-on. And you have paper! You’re going to wank, aren’t you?”

He goggled at her.

“Masturbate? Isn’t it?”

He was beside himself. She wanted to see it again! But he couldn’t ... he couldn’t wait. With a moan of shame he put his hand to his eager cock and began to stroke it. Her eyes followed his every move, her lips parted slightly, her tongue edging out between her teeth. He held her eyes as he neared the zenith and smiled to her smile as he finally ejaculated that hot sperm – into the paper in his other hand, and oh! into the paper in her, her hand. She held out the toilet tissue to his throbbing penis and smiled again to catch the come. When all was over she took another few sheets to clean his wilting willie. While he lay back and looked at her in disbelief. She was only thirteen, he told himself. And, for God’s sake, as he’d thought before, what the hell was the rest of her stay going to bring? Would she do this again, would she expect to be able to do it again? And besides, Fraser, you randy bastard, don’t you want her to do it?

That question bothered him for ages after she’d kissed him and left the room.

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