Not a Ghost of a Chance

By Aldric

Copyright 2014 by Aldric [email protected], all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
 
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This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this does not describe real life and should not be taken as such. In the real world, behaviors as described in the story are not acceptable, tolerated, or legal. The reader should never confuse the difference between fiction and real life. This story is fictional.
 
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Not a Ghost of a Chance
 
Bradley Edwards lay back in the tub, allowing the warm water to sooth him as he relaxed.  The bath was one of the few places he could be alone.  His little brother Bart was a pest.  Bradley liked Bart, but not when he just wanted to empty his mind and relax.  So he used the bath instead of taking a shower.  Even Bart knew not to come in when he was in here.  If he had to use the bathroom he could use their parent’s bathroom or the one downstairs.
 
Bradley was recovering from the loss of his first crush.  It was an odd relationship.  He was thirteen and she a year and a half older.  He loved her and she made fun of him.  She was never aware of his affection or that he considered her his girlfriend, but in his mind it was complete.  But then two weeks ago during girl’s gymnastics practice something happened to her heart and she collapsed and never recovered.  Bradley’s heart broke at the same moment he had heard she had died.
 
He had been there watching.  He always watched girl’s gymnastics practice.  He remembered watching how her tight spandex practice uniform showed her buttocks and breasts and he imagined he could see the outline of her privates.  As often happened when he relaxed in the tube, his hand moved to his groin, to his dick, which was coming awake even as he lay there with his eyes closed and remembering how he had felt as he watched Amada practice.  He became erect and his movements accelerated as in his mind she turned face him.  Then he erupted, shooting three streams of watery cum onto his chest.
 
“Wow, I never saw a boy do that before,” a girl’s voice said from right next to him.  “It was kind of cool.  Do it again.”
 
Bradley screamed as his eyes flew open and both hands covered his erection.  He sat up and looked to the side.  And there, sitting on the counter, was Amanda Collins.
 
“What, how, what are you doing here?” he shouted.  “You died.  I went to your funeral.”  He noticed that she was wearing a hospital gown.
 
“I guess maybe it was a mistake,” she said.
 
At that moment the door burst open and Bradley’s mother ran in, followed by Bart.  “What’s the matter Brad?” she asked.  “Why did you scream?”
 
“Amanda’s here,” he said, pointing at the sink.  But she was no longer there.  “But I saw her!”
 
“Dear, I know her death upset you.  And maybe you fell asleep and dreamed it.”  And then Bradly saw her eyes move down to where his hands were and then up to the white spots on this chest.  “Maybe I’d better leave and let you finish with your bath,” she said with an uneven voice.  At least her eyes moved back to his face.
 
Bart was giggling as their mother pushed him out of the bath ahead of her and closed the door behind them.  As soon as the door was closed, Bradley got up and looked around.  There was no Amanda Collins in the room, although he swore he could smell a slight hospital smell in the room.  “It must have been a dream,” he said to himself.  “And mom saw what I did.”
 
“It wasn’t a dream,” her voice came from right next to him.  “And it looks like you’re going to have to endure some teasing from your little brother too.  He’s kind of cute, what’s his name?”
 
Bradley could must make out an outline of Amanda by the door.  He suddenly remembered that he was naked again and grabbed for a towel, almost slipping on the wet floor and falling.  Amanda just laughed, the same laugh she made when she teased him in front of her friends whenever he came around.
 
“Uh, he’s Bart and he’s eleven,” Bradley said as he wrapped the towel around him.  “But why are you here?  And are you dead for real?  What do you want from me?”
 
“Not so many questions all at once,” she said as she became more solid.  “Yes, I’m really dead, but I don’t know why I’m here.  I’ve been wandering around kids I knew from school but so far you’re the only one who can hear me or see me, and I don’t want to be alone so I think I’ll hang out with you.  Besides, you liked me, didn’t you?”
 
“Uh, yeah, when you were still alive.”  Bradley noticed he could smell that hospital smell again.  “And not in my bathroom when I’m, uh, you know …”
 
“Playing with yourself?  Yeah, that was fun to watch.  And I want to see more.  I want you to do it while I watch.  It feels somehow satisfying to embarrass you.  So I guess that’s why I’m here, so get used to it.”
 
“But I’m not going to do that when you’re here, that’s not…”  Just then she disappeared as the door flew open and Bart was there.
 
“Who are you talking to,” Bart asked.  He looked disappointed his big brother had a towel on.
 
“Get out of here Bartholomew,” Bradley yelled.  His parents only called him that when he was in trouble and he hated it when Bradley used it.
 
 “You’ve still got a boner, and you were jacking off and talking out loud.  And you’re still covered in your own cum Bradley Turner Edwards.”  Bart ran off to their bedroom giggling after using the Bradley’s “you’re in trouble” names.
 
Bradley slammed the door and turned on the shower.  He dropped the towel and stepped in, hoping his erection would go away.
 
“Do it again,” Amanda said from right behind him.  “Do it now or I’ll make you do it in your room while Bart is watching.”
 
“I won’t, and you can’t make me.  You’re not real.  And I don’t believe in ghosts!”  Bradley didn’t turn around as he washed.  Once he was clean, he got out and pulled on the pajama bottoms he wore to bed.
 
“You still wear pajamas?” She said.  “How cute.”
 
Bradley could hear her but not see her.  He did his best to ignore as he went to his room.  But the moment he entered he felt a cold chill and suddenly he was no longer in control of his body.  He knew what was going on but could not do anything about it.
 
He closed the door and took his pajamas off.  “You want to see what you missed?” his voice said to Bart.  “Here goes.”  His hand felt different on his dick than it usually did.  It felt to him like someone else was jacking him off.  But he couldn’t stop or control what was happening, all he could do was watch.  Which was exactly what his brother Bart was doing.
 
Bradley felt all the feelings he did whenever he jacked off and he knew he was about to shoot.  As embarrassed as he was the inevitable happened a few seconds later and once again his chest had small puddles of milky cum on it.
 
“Man, you’re suddenly weirder than usual,” Bart said with a grin.
 
And just like that Bradley felt Amanda leave his body.  “That was fun, but it’s more fun watching.  Next time I ask you to do something you’d better do it.  Or maybe I could have you give Bart a real gift.  Something very personal, much better than just watching you playing with yourself.  And very, very embarrassing.”
 
“Please don’t,” Bradley said, knowing what she meant.  Giving his brother a blow job would be about as horrible as it could get.  “I’ll be good.”
 
“Who are you talking to now?”  Bart asked.  “Amanda again?”
 
Bradley pulled his pajama bottoms on and went back to the bathroom to clean up again.  Somehow he had to figure out how to get rid of Amanda before she ruined his life.  He fell asleep with her on his mind.
 
Bradley was cold but when he tried to pull the sheet up he couldn’t find it.  As he came fully awake he suddenly realized he was outside sitting on a porch chair.  And he was naked.
 
“’Bout time you woke up.  I was beginning to worry you’d get caught.  But there is still some time left, if you hurry.”
 
Amanda was standing there, still in her hospital gown, staring at him.  “What, how, uh,”
 
“You were sleep walking,” she said to him.  “With a little bit of help from me.  Fortunately you did bring a key so you can get back inside.  If you do what I want I’ll even tell you where it’s at.”
 
Bradley could see just a bit of brightening in the east so he knew would begin getting light in just a few minutes.  “What do you want?”
 
“I want you to go out front, under the street light in front of the house next door, and play with yourself again.  And if you want the key then once you get there you don’t move until you’ve shot your sperm.”
 
“In front of the street light?  But people could see me.  And cars go by.”
 
“Not my problem,” Amanda said.  “If you had woken up earlier it wouldn’t be yours either.  But if you don’t want to do it, just go ring the doorbell and get your parents to let you in.  I’ll make sure your brother is awake so he won’t miss a thing.  Especially the fact that your pajamas are under his sheets.”
 
In just the few minutes that he had been awake it had gotten noticeably lighter.  In five minutes being under the street light wouldn’t even matter.  He either had to ring the bell or go do it.  He really didn’t want his parents or Bart to know that he had spent the night outside naked.
 
He was scared, but the excitement of it also appealed to him.  He had often imagined himself naked somewhere in public and it always made him hard.  To really be there was frightening, but his dick rose to the occasion as he walked down the sidewalk to the streetlight.
 
Just before reaching the circle of light he paused and looked around.  Most of the houses were dark and he couldn’t hear any cars nearby.  Knowing it wouldn’t stay that way for long he stepped into the light and went to work on completing Amanda’s embarrassing task.  The only thing he missed was that Trent Owens, best friend of Bart, had been awakened by something and just happened to look out his window as Bradley stepped into the light.  Trent watched the whole show and didn’t think until it was too late that he should have grabbed his phone and recorded it.
 
Bradley ran back to his house with Amanda giggling behind him.  “Okay, I did it, where’s the key?”
 
“Is that any way to ask for it?  Maybe I won’t tell you if you’re going to be so rude.”
 
“Okay, I’m sorry.  Could you please tell me where the key is?”
 
“You don’t sound very sincere.  And besides, I think at some level you enjoyed the thrill of being naked outside.”
 
Bradley did his best to sound sincere.  “I’m sorry for being rude, could you please tell me where the key is?  Oh, and thank you for—what a second, how did you know I, uh, no, I didn’t…”
 
“Once I took control of your body I know everything about you,” Amanda said.  “And I know you have imagined doing just what I made you do.  Just like some of the other stuff we’ll do together.”  She paused to let that sink in.  “You need to behave and let me be in control or it could get very troubling for you.  The key is in the mailbox.”
 
Amanda disappeared as Bradley ran to the mailbox to get the key.  This time he didn’t look around at all, but even if he had he wouldn’t have seen Trent Owens standing at his window with his cell phone in front of him.
 
Once inside the house Bradley moved as silently as he could.  As he passed through the kitchen he saw it was six minutes before six.  His dad’s alarm clock would go off at six.  He had to get his pajamas back and get back into his room before then.
 
Bart was curled up in a ball with his sheet tucked in around him.  The only way in was from the bottom.  Once under the covers he couldn’t see a thing and wished he had a flashlight.  He moved as carefully as he could trying to feel for the fabric that would identify his pajamas, but when he bumped against Bart’s leg Bart moved.
 
Bradley quickly ran to his own bed.  He’d have to think up a story for how his pajamas got there later.  He hoped Bart would fall back asleep but just then Bart’s cell phone chirped once and then buzzed.  Bart sat up and answered it.  He listened for a second before holding the phone away from his ear.
 
“Why were you outside under the light playing with yourself?” Bart asked.
 
“What?  I wasn’t doing any such thing.  What made you think that?”
 
“You’re lying.  I guess I’ll just have to have Trent come over and show mom the video he took of you.”
 
Bradley knew when he was screwed.  “Okay, so I was outside and I lied.  But let’s face it, if it was you then you would have lied about it too, so please don’t tell mom or dad.”
 
“First off, it wouldn’t have been me.  I don’t strip naked and jack off where anyone can see me.  And secondly, I lied too.  He watched you jack off and recorded you as you got the key out of the mailbox.  But I’ll have to think about telling.”
 
Bart pulled the sheet back to get up and saw he was laying on Bradley’s pajamas.  “How did these get in my bed?” he asked, holding them up.
 
“Unless you want to tell mom or dad you’d better get out of bed and tell me why I found these under my sheet,” Bart said.
 
Bradley had no choice.  He got up and ran to his dresser and grabbed a pair of boxers and put them on.  He was just about to try and answer when their mom called to them from downstairs to get up and come have breakfast.
 
“We’ll continue this later,” Bart said as he got up and put on a robe.  “And you’ll talk and start telling the truth or I will tell.”
 
Again, Bradley knew his brother wasn’t bluffing.  He had to do what he said or Bart wouldn’t hesitate to tell their parents.
 
As Bradley reached for his robe Bart said, “Just go downstairs like you are.  “If mom says anything just tell her it’s too hot to get dressed.”
 
Feeling foolish to be taking orders from his brother, Bradley left the room and went downstairs.
 
Breakfast talk was dominated by their parents with a little input from Bart and Bradley.  Bradley didn’t feel like taking and he couldn’t look anyone in the eye just then.  Once it was done that he and Bradley would clean the table and their parents went about getting the last few things they need done and then headed off to work.  The moment they were gone Bart told Bradley to finish cleaning the dishes, and then to clean the rest of the kitchen and take the garbage out.
 
“And don’t worry about being outside in you boxers, from since you suddenly don’t have a problem with being naked,” Bart said when it looked like he was going to complain.
 
“In fact, lose the boxers,” Bart said.  “Take the garbage out naked and meet me in the tree fort.”
 
Again, he didn’t dare complain as he slid his boxers down and stepped out of them.  His dick was already thickening from the thought of being naked outside again.
 
The garbage can was in the garage, which wouldn’t have been a problem except that when his mom left for work she left the garage door open.  As Bradley stepped out of the house he saw Trent Owens ridding up the driveway on his bike.  Bradley was about to push the button on the garage door but Trent parked his bike right in front of the sensor.  With the sensor blocked the door wouldn’t go down.  Trent stood there next to his bike grinning.
 
Bradley ran to the garbage can and dropped the bag from the kitchen in it.  He turned back to the house but found that the door was now locked.  Behind him he heard Trent’s phone ring.
 
“Yeah, he’s at the door trying to get in,” Trent said.  “Okay, we’ll see you there.”
 
Brad covered his dick and turned to Trent.
 
“Bart says for you to put your arms behind your head and walk, not run, to the fort.  Once there you stand at the ladder until one of us gives you permission to climb.”
 
Bradley felt scared, angry, and embarrassed as he raised his arms and turned to face Trent.
 
“You like doing this, don’t you?” Trent asked as he saw that Bradley was hard.  “Well, if you want the video I have deleted then you’ll have a lot of chances to have fun.  Remember, walk slowly.   I’ll be watching you and if your arms come down or you walk too fast you’ll have to go back and do it again.”
 
To get to the fort Bradley first had to step out the front of the garage where anyone on the street or in the three houses across from his would be able to see him.  Then he would have to walk between his house and the Riverton’s house.  He would be able to be seen from their kitchen window as he passed and from their family room all the way through the back yard.  And while he stood at the ladder that gave access to the fort he’d be in plain sight from several houses.
 
He glanced at the Riverton’s kitchen window and saw the light was on but nobody was in front of the window.  He wanted so much to run but didn’t dare.  As he got to the back of the house he saw Trent standing at the ladder with his cell phone out recording him.
 
“You look so horrified,” Amanda said to him from right next to him.  “I love this—your little brother and his friend are doing all the work for me and all I have to do is watch and enjoy.  Although I’m half tempted to make you run so you’ll have to do it again.”
 
Bradley turned his head and all he could see was a ghostly outline of her. But he could again smell the antiseptic smell of a hospital.  He did as much as he could to pretend she wasn’t there and continued his slow walk to the ladder.
 
Trent made him stand there for what seemed like forever but in reality was only about five minutes before Bart came out the back door and ran over.
 
“What’s he doing just standing there?” Bart said to Trent.  “Anyone could see him and then we’d all be in trouble.”  To his brother Bart said, “Get up there and in the captured prisoner area.”
 
A couple of years back when Bradley used to play with Bart and Trent they devised what they called the prisoner interrogation zone.  It was simply eight holes drilled though a wall where they could pass string and tie it around the prisoner’s wrists and ankles.  One time Bradley had secured Trent there and had lowered his pants and underwear.  Trent had not been wearing a shirt at the time, so it left him completely naked.  Trent had been about eight at the time and Bradley about ten.  It had been fun for Bart and Bradley and even Trent seemed okay with it although embarrassed.  Until Amy Riverton came into the fort.  She immediately spotted the naked Trent and giggled.
 
Bart had pulled Trent’s pants up as quick as he could and Bradley used a knife to cut the string but it was too late, Amy had seen him.  Trent ran home and they worried that he might tell his mom.  Finally Bart couldn’t stand being without his best friend and went over to Trent’s house.  When they came back together Bradley was glad.
 
They never played the game naked again after that and Trent seemed okay with Bart, but he always claimed that it was Bradley’s idea to do it and carried resentment towards him for that.  “Someday that will happen to you and then we’ll see how funny you think is it.”  Amy Riverton had become a part of their lives from then on.
 
Bradley quickly climbed the ladder and went to the wall where the holes were.  Bart pushed a short length of twine around each of his brother’s wrists and ankles and then through the holes and Trent tied each of piece together from outside the fort.  The knots weren’t that good but they didn’t have to be, only someone outside the fort could untie them.
 
Once Bradley was secured Bart and Trent sat in the bean bag chairs and stared at him for a few seconds.
 
“Do you have hair around your dick like he does?” Bart asked Trent.  “I’ve only got a little.”
 
Trent shook his head no. “It isn’t fair.  He’s only eighteen months older than me and sixteen months older than you.  I think we should find a way to make him lose his hair.”
 
“Maybe,” Bart said.  “But first, I want to hear his story.  Maybe he has a good reason for doing what he did last night.  Maybe he lost a bet or a dare.  If so, we’ll have to take that into consideration.  So tell us your story Bradley Turner Edwards.”  Bart knew that using his brother’s full name would drive home to him that he was about to be punished.
 
“You won’t believe it,” Bradley said.
 
“Try anyway,” his brother responded.
 
So Bradley went through the entire story about how Amanda first appeared next to his bath and everything she had made him do since then.  As he was telling the story he began to notice the smell and saw the ghost version of Amanda sitting right next to Trent.  She had a big grin on her face.
 
“So is Amanda here now?” Bart asked when he finished his story.
 
“Yeah, about two feet to the left of Trent.” Bradley pointed with his chin.
 
Trent got up and reached out to where Bradley had indicated.  “Here?” he asked.
 
Bradley could see Trent’s arms pass right through Amanda’s ghost form.
 
“She’s there, your arms are going right through her,” he said.
 
“If you can get them to both strip naked and you give them a blow job then I’ll go easy on you for the rest of the day,” Amanda said to him.  “Otherwise, I’ll just have to enter you and do it myself.  It’s a lot more fun to watch, so make me happy.”
 
“How am I supposed to do that?” Bradley asked out loud.
 
“Oh, come on,” Trent said.  “Quit pretending and tell us the truth.”
 
“I’ve told you truth,” Bradley said.  “I told you that you wouldn’t believe it.”
 
“Okay, supposing you are telling the truth,” Bart said.  “What did she just tell you to do?”
 
“She wants to watch me suck you off.  I’m supposed to tell you to get naked and…”
 
“I’m in,” Trent said.  “I don’t care if it’s the truth or not, I want him to suck me off.”  Trent began undressing.  Bart was still just sitting there.  “If Bart doesn’t want his can I have it?”
 
“No, you both need to be naked and I need to do it to both of you.”
 
Bart sat there watching his best friend undress.  Sure, he wanted a blowjob.  And of course he wanted to humiliate his big brother.  But this seemed too easy.  There had to be a catch.  “Are you going to tell?” he asked.
 
“Tell?  That I gave you a blow job?  Who the hell would I tell THAT to?” Bradley said.
 
“What a great idea,” Amanda said.  “I should make you tell your parents.  And Trent’s parents.  Or your friends.”
 
Bradley wanted to answer that he wouldn’t, but he knew that she could make him and he didn’t want to give her the chance.  “Just get undressed and let me get down with this,” he said to his brother.
 
“I’m ready,” Trent said.  And he was.  He was waving his hips around making his four inch boner bounce around.  “Do me first.”
 
“You’ll have to untie me first,” Bradley said.
 
Bart had just removed his pants and stopped.  “That’s it, that’s what he has planned,” he said to Trent.  “We untie him and he steals our clothes and leaves us up here naked!  Well I’m not falling for it!”
 
“No, I won’t,” Bradley said.  “It isn’t a trick.  I have to do this and I can’t do it standing up unless you guys can levitate.”
 
“It’s simple,” Trent said.  “Lock our clothes in the house and hide the key somewhere.  Then he can’t take them.”
 
“But then I have to run across the yard naked,” Bart said.
 
“Oh, shit, it can’t be that bad.  Drop your boxers and give me the keys and I’ll do it.”
 
With a shrug Bart pushed his boxers down and stepped out of them.  He pulled his house key out of the pocket and Trent grabbed all of the clothes and the key and looked outside.  Seeing no one, he dropped the clothes down to the ground and climbed down after them.
 
After locking the clothes in the house he hid the house key under the bottom leg of a deck chair.  Then he made a quick dash across the yard and back up the ladder to the fort.  If he had looked before he left the safety of the porch he might have noticed Amy Riverton stepping out of her house in a skimpy bathing suit.  She had been planning on working on her tan when she saw a very naked Trent climb the ladder to the fort.
 
“I had another idea while you were gone,” Bart said as soon as Trent entered the fort.  “Untie him and let him kneel down, but then we’ll tie his arms again.  Go and untie the twine and as soon as he’s in position I’ll push it back through the holes.”
 
“Hey, I just ran naked through your yard,” Trent said.  “My boner’s almost gone.  So you go out and until him and I’ll push the twine through the holes.”
 
Bart blushed but agreed.  He stepped out and went around to the back where he quickly untied the twine that held his brother in place.  “Okay, he’s untied.  Hurry up so I can get back inside.”
 
In seconds the twine was pushed through the holes again and Bart retied the knots.  He went around to the front and back into the fort.
 
 “Do your brother first,” Trent said as he pulled his phone out.
 
“I don’t want you to record my dick!” Brad said.  “Put that away.”
 
“Okay,” Trent said.  “Then I’ll go first and you can record him sucking me.”
 
Bart again thought about it for a few seconds.  “Remember, we don’t send these videos to anybody for any reason.  They stay on your phone.  Agreed?”
 
“Yeah, I already agreed to that.  Stop worrying.”  Trent handed his phone over to Bart.  “Okay Bradley, I’m ready.”
 
Bradley was just figuring out how to get the camera on video when the door opened and Amy Riverton stepped in.  “Hi guys, I could hear you talking and I had to come and see what you were doing.   She smiled as she looked first at Bradley then at Trent and finally at Bradley.
 
Bradley wanted to disappear.  Amy was just six months younger than he was, and the only reason she was in the same grade as his brother and Trent was the date of her birth.  With his hands tied there was no way for him to cover up.
 
Trent was frozen in place and stared at her with horror for at least twenty seconds before his brain took over.  He and Bart covered their groins as Amy laughed at them.
 
 “Okay, what is going on,” she asked her two friends.
 
Neither one one spoke so she turned to Bradley.  “Where are your clothes?” she asked him.
 
“In my room,” he answered.
 
Amy picked up Trent’s phone from where Bart had set it down when she burst in on them.  “I must say, I sure pick the most interesting times to come in her.  This is a lot more interesting than the last time I surprised you.”
 
“But I want to know what’s going on and how you two managed to get Bradley up here naked, and, outside by the mail box naked too.”  She was going through the videos on Trent’s phone.
 
“Give me back my phone,” Trent said through tears.
 
“Not until you guys talk.  Who knows, maybe I’ll even help you, depending on your story.”
 
Bart did all the talking.  They told the whole story, including the way Bradley stuck to the stupid idea that the ghost of Amanda Collins was causing him to act stupid.
 
When Bart finished, Trent spoke for the first time.  “It was his idea.  He said he wanted to, to, uh…”
 
“Okay, I saw what he was about to do.  But it didn’t look to me like he wanted to do it.”
 
“Uh, Amanda said she’s getting bored and that I’m to complete what I started,” Bradley said.  “And she’s invited you to stay and watch if you want.”  Amy looked doubtful.  “Please, she can really make it worse Amy.  I have to do this.”
 
“Maybe you could, uh, like get our clothes out of the house and come back in a few minutes when he’s done?” Bart asked.  He was still blushing furiously and doing all he could to hide his erection from Amy.
 
“Okay,” she said.  “But when I come back you’re not getting your clothes back until I have some answers.”  Trent told her where the key was hidden and asked her to take her time.  He was also struggling with being naked in front of her.
 
Once she was gone Trent was eager to pick up where they had left off when Amy arrived.  He stood in front of Bradley, his dick jutting out waiting for Bradley to do it.  He was shaking with excitement.
 
Bradley had never done this before, although he almost had to during a sleepover once.  But he avoided losing the game they were playing and it was David Lyon who had to suck him and Colin Davidson.  He remembered how it felt.  Trent’s dick was about four inches long and his balls were still tightly wrapped in their sack.  Bradley hesitated.
 
“Do it, or I’ll teach them how to fuck you instead,” Amanda said to him.
 
Bradley didn’t dare stall any longer.  He took it into his mouth and immediately heard Trent sigh as Trent pushed his groin forward.  Bradley could feel the tip of Trent’s dick rubbing against the roof of his mouth as Trent did all the work.  Then he saw Trent’s knees bend and there was one last strong push before Trent was done.
 
“That was, uh, I can’t even describe how good it was,” Trent said to Bart.  “Did you get it all?”
 
“Yeah, especially at the end when you got that, uh, feeling,” Bart asked.  He was holding Trent’s phone.  “Did you shoot?”
 
“Naw, but maybe we can do it again later.  Your turn now.
 
After watching his best friend, Bart was in a hurry to experience the same thing.  He took his place in front of his brother.
 
Bradley saw that his brother was just a little more developed than Bart had been.  His dick was about the same length (and just as hard) but it was a little thicker.  And Bart’s balls weren’t hidden behind his dick, they hung down an inch or so.
 
Bradley opened his mouth and took his brother’s dick in.  This time it was a combined effort where Bart pushed in and Bradley slid his head back until the head of Bart’s dick was right at his lips.  Then he moved forward as Bart pulled back and they repeated.  As with Trent, it didn’t take long before Bart tensed up and began pushing faster and harder into Bradley’s mouth.  And then Bradley had his first taste of cum as his little brother shot three small globs into his mouth.
 
“Oh yeah!” Bart said as he withdrew.  “We are definitely going to have to do this again.”
 
“Well, I’m glad you both enjoyed yourself,” Amy said as she stepped in again.  “And I must admit, it was very exciting watching it.”
 
Bart and Trent immediately covered up again.  Bradley would have liked to but was still tied and thus couldn’t.
 
“You watched?” Trent asked.  “You saw us?”
 
“Yeah, and you don’t need to cover up,” Amy said with a smile.  “I had a good look at both of you.”  Neither boy moved their hands from their groin.  “Now if that’s done, I want some answers.  Do you think Bradley really wanted to do that?”
 
“Um, no, I guess not,” Bart said.
 
“So you think he’s making up the part about Amanda and that he really wants to be humiliated, is that it?”
 
“Well, I mean, there aren’t any real ghosts,” Bart said.
 
“Trent, when you reached out to where Bradley said she was, what did you feel?”
 
“Nothing.  There was nothing there.  Except it smelled a little odd in the corner.  Kind of like the stuff mom puts on me when I get cuts.  It smelled like that.  And it was a little cold too.  But there was nothing there.”
 
“Has Bradley ever before showed any desire to be seen naked?  To be humiliated?  To suck your dick?”
 
Bart shook his head no.
 
“When Adam Green was picking on you, who made him leave you alone?”
 
“Bradley.”
 
“And who helped you with your pinewood derby cars when you were in Cub Scouts?
 
“Bradley.”
 
“So you don’t believe in ghosts, but does his sudden change in behavior make sense?  Do you really believe he was enjoying this?”
 
“Well, he did have a boner,” Trent said.  But then he looked at Amy’s expression and added, “No, I guess not.”
 
“Look, I don’t believe in ghosts either, so maybe his mind is tricking him, punishing him for something he did.  But maybe there really is a ghost.  I think we should explore that possibility and try to find out.  And if it is Amanda Collins’ ghost, we need to get rid of it.  And then maybe it would be fair to ask for a little bit of fun as repayment for making what is happening now go away.  So are you with me or do you just want to keep making things horrible for him until he gets caught and sent away somewhere and you never see him again.”
 
“Okay, we’ll help,” Bart said and Trent nodded agreement.  “But how?  How do we get rid of a ghost?”
 
“I don’t know, but first untie him and then all three of you can get dressed.  You’re clothes are just outside the door.”
 
Bart kept his hand over his dick until he was outside.  Then he found his clothes and dressed before untying the knots that held his brother in place and bring in Bradley and Trent’s clothes.  The other two boys dressed quickly.
 
Amy waited until they were done dressing.   “Start by telling us why Amanda’s ghost is haunting you.”
 
 “Amanda was on the girl’s gymnastics team,” Bradley said.
 
“That can’t be it.  Is that the only reason you can think of?”
 
“Well, uh, during practice I used to sneak into the gym and hide under the bleachers and watch them,” Bradley said as he blushed.
 
“Really?” Trent asked.  “Did they know?”
 
“Apparently Amanda did,” he said.  “I didn’t think they ever saw me.”
 
“So you snuck in and watched them practice,” Amy said.  “I still don’t get why that would cause a ghost to haunt you.”  She looked at Bradley.  “Your ears are getting redder.  Tell us.”
 
“I uh, especially the eighth grade girls, I could see like uh … you know.  Their uniforms were so tight!  And I uh jacked off sometimes.”
 
“In the gym?  You jacked off at school?” Bart asked.
 
“Not always, but yeah, a couple of times.”
 
“Now I think I understand,” Amy said.  “Is there even the slightest chance they knew about it or saw you?”
 
“I was always careful,” Bradley said.  “I don’t think so.  But I guess I can’t be sure.  But if they saw me I don’t think they would have just kept practicing.  I think they would have come after me.”
 
“You weren’t careful enough,” Amanda’s ghost said to him.  “Trevor Martin saw you.  Gail Martin’s little brother.  He didn’t know who you were but we knew then you were there.  We were going to catch you at the end of practice on the day I died.  The team still doesn’t know who it was.  But you’re going to tell them.”
 
“Oh shit,” Bradley said.  Then he relayed what Amanda had just said to him.
 
“Okay, I had heard some talk about a pervert bothering the team, but I never thought it was you,” Amy said.  “You deserve to be haunted.  So ask Amanda what it takes to make her go away.” She noticed when she concentrated on it that that she could smell a slight antiseptic smell in the room.
 
Bradley asked out loud and appeared to be listening.  It took a few minutes before said, “Okay, I understand.”
 
“What does she want?” Trent asked.
 
“A bunch of stuff.  Too much,” he said.
 
“So what’s too much?” Amy asked.
 
“First, until everything is done I have to give these two,” he pointed at Trent and Bart, “I have to, uh, do that with them whenever they want.”  He paused for a second before continuing.  “The first punishment is that I have to tell the team it was me and they get to punish me however they feel best.  Because some of them are a little sadistic, Amanda says Amy can put limits on what I have to do.”
 
“Then because I embarrassed the whole family name by what I did Bart gets to decide what the second punishment is and I have to do it.”
 
“He gets to choose anything?” Trent asked.  “Anything at all and you have to do it?”
 
Bradley appeared to be listening for a few seconds.  “Within reason,” he said.  “She intends that it be something embarrassing, but she trusts him and so yeah, I guess it’s anything he wants.”
 
 “Don’t I get anything?” Trent asked.
 
Again, Bradley appeared to be listening for a few seconds.  “She said that you wanted me to lose my pubic hair,” he said.  “You guys can remove it if you want, or Amy if she wants, otherwise I have to shave it off.”
 
“Cool!” Trent said.  “Amy?”
 
“Yeah, I think I’d enjoy doing that to him.  Wax, chemical, or razor?” she asked him.
 
“I don’t know.  Razor I guess,” Bradley said as he flushed again.
 
“And we get a blowjob anytime we want until you’ve done everything?” Trent asked.
 
“Yeah, that’s one of the conditions.”
 
“Cool.  Take your time thinking up his punishment,” Trent said to Bart.
 
“But can we trust her?” Amy asked.
 
“I don’t know.  But I can’t live like this.  Eventually I’ll get caught and arrested.  My life will be over.  I’m willing to try.”  He appeared to be listening for a few seconds and then added, “She said she promised and that has to be good enough. 
 
“Okay then,” Amy said, taking charge.  “I want to meet with the gymnastics team and tell them that you two caught the pervert and he confessed and find out what they want to do with you.  So we’ll meet tomorrow morning and get rid of that pubic hair first thing.  Then we’ll get the team punishment done.  And then it will be up to Bart and Bradley to finish the last two items.”
 
Trent asked to sleep over and he and Bart kept Bradley busy until past midnight.  All three boys were sound asleep when Amy came over and woke them the next morning.
 
“Come on, your parents have been gone for an hour,” she said as she went to each boy and pulled off the blankets and sheets.  Bradley was in boxers but Bart and Trent were naked.  Amy used the opportunity to take a picture of each of them for future use.
 
Once they were up and had a light breakfast Amy found Bradley’s mother’s razor and started with him.  As worn out and tired as he was, the warm lotion and use of her hand caused him to shoot twice.  Rather than be offended or upset, Amy was enjoying it, especially since it was obviously embarrassing Bradley.  Trent and Bart were dressed but she could see the tent in the crotch of their shorts and knew they were enjoying watching Bradley suffer through Trent’s punishment.
 
“Now that I’ve got that done, we’ve have to go to gymnastics practice,” Amy said.  “Actually, just Bradley has to go, but we can come too.  I’m going to go and watch, it’s up to you two what you want to do.”
 
There was no hesitation, Bart and Trent were both eager to go and watch, much as Amy expected.
 
Amy told Bradley to wear just a tee shirt and shorts and tennis shoes.  Once he was dressed they headed for the school gym where the team was just starting practice.  There were six girls on the team and three other girls and two younger boys sitting in the bleachers watching.  They stopped as soon as they saw that Bradley had arrived.
 
Two of the team members went to the doors and closed them while the leader, Gail Martin, approached Bradley.  “Strip!” she commanded him.
 
In addition to Amy, Bart, and Trent, nine middle school aged girls and two boys, each about nine or ten, gathered around and watched as Bradley removed the few items of clothing he was wearing..  “Is this who you saw?” Gail asked one of the boys.
 
“Yeah, I think so,” the boy said.  “But I thought he had hair, you know, down there.”
 
“I took care of that,” Amy said.  “Shaved it off myself after I heard what he had done.”
 
“So he admitted it?” Gail asked, looking at Bart and Trent.
 
“Actually, he bragged about it.  He described how much he enjoyed watching while you practiced.  That’s why Trent and I knew we had to make him sorry.  We needed Amy to help us, but once we told her she readily agreed.  She used to like him.”
 
“Well, we are pleased with the three of you,” Gail said.
 
Gail turned back to Bradley.  “I suppose you want to know what is going to happen to you.”  Bradley nodded, but he was staring at the floor.
 
“Well, it’s simple really.  You are going to become a star of the pommel horse, only we have a different purpose for it today.  Each of us on the team is going to spank you.”  She paused, enjoying the red tint his cheeks and ears now had.  “And just so you feel right at home, when we’re done you are going to show us what you were doing while you watched us practice.”
 
“You mean he has to play with himself while you watch?” her brother asked.  “This is going to be fun to watch.”
 
Bradley was taken to the pommel horse where he was lifted over it and ribbons were used to tie his wrists to his ankles.  He was positioned such that each of the girls would have easy access to his butt.  Gail had the team line up by age.
 
“You each get six strokes with your right hand and then we’ll go through again only from the opposite side,” Gail told them.  “And I don’t want you to hurt your hands since we still have to practice today, so we’ll use this.”  Gail picked up one of Bradley’s shoes and handed it to the first girl in line.
 
When the shoe made contact it made a loud slap, but not as loud as Bradley’s yell of pain.  The second one made him twist and turn on the horse as he tried to escape.
 
“Stop!” Bart yelled.  The girls all turned and looked at him.  “That hurts too much.”
 
Gail thought about as she listened to Bradley moan.  “Okay, hands only girls.  “Terrie, you still have four to go.  Aim for just one cheek for now and we’ll get the other one on the second pass.”
 
The first girl continued her turn.  Her hand still caused Bradley to cry out but not as bad as before.  When she was done she to the back of the line to wait for her second turn.
 
A couple of the girls didn’t put much effort in it, they seemed to enjoy touching Bradley’s bare butt more than hurting him, and that made it much more embarrassing and a lot less painful.
 
Once the second pass was done Bradley was untied and helped off the pommel horse.  He stood there with the girls watching as he rubbed his sore butt.
 
“Okay, you can rub that all you want later,” Gail said.  “Now it is time for the second part of the show.  Show us what you were doing while you spied on us.”
 
A thoroughly embarrassed Bradley began to stroke his dick while the girls watched and laughed.  The fact that he was doing it in front of a group of girls he went to school with made it more embarrassing and his dick kept trying to go soft.  Their laughter didn’t help either.
 
“You’re taking up too much of our practice time,” Gail said.  “Either get it done or we’ll tie you to the bleachers and let our guests have some fun with you while we practice, and then we’ll bring you back out here again.”
 
Bradley saw the three girls and two boys all had hopeful looks on their faces and that spurred him on to getting his dick hard and keeping it hard until at last he felt his balls tighten.  The girls got quiet as he finally erupted.
 
“Okay, now you’ve messed up our gym,” Gail said.  “Go get a towel and clean it up and then you can go home.”
 
Bradley went into the locker room and got a towel.  Gail supervised as he cleaned each spot where his cum had landed.  They she told him to put the towel in the laundry bag.  When he returned, his clothes were gone, in the place where he had left them there was just a pair of pink girl’s panties.
 
“Uh, where’s my clothes,” he asked.
 
“I guess you must have misplaced them,” Gail said.  “It isn’t like you have to go home naked, there’s something left for you to wear.”
 
“But I can’t go home in just these, I have to pass through town.  Anyone could see me.”
 
“Just tell everyone it was the price you paid for being rude to the girl’s gymnastics team.  And if you’re worried about people seeing you wearing panties then leave them here and go like you are.  Your shoes are still here.”
 
Bradley looked at Amy, Bart, and Trent.  All three of them were smiling and not offering any assistance.  Bradley put the panties on.  “Pink is definitely your color,” his brother said.  “It goes so well with your ears and cheeks.”
 
Gail’s little brother and his friend wanted to go with Bradley to see what would happen to him on his way home but to Bradley’s relief Gail told them no.  Bradley stepped outside and to him it looked like there were kids everywhere.
 
Amy, Bart, and Trent followed him outside.  “I’ll get your pants if you accept a punishment from Trent,” Bart said to him.
 
“What’s the punishment?”
 
“I just thought of this so he hasn’t had time to really think of one yet.”
 
Bradley considered it.  He really didn’t want to go home dressed as he was.  But Trent was different than Bart and his thoughts would run to extremes.  “I guess not, not unless I know what I have to do before making up my mind.”
 
“We’ll let Amy decide if it’s acceptable or too extreme if that’s what you’re worried about,” Bart offered.
 
“Do it,” Amanda said to him.  “Or I have you walking home naked.”
 
Bradley could feel her cold touch on his back.  He knew that it wasn’t an idle threat, all she had to do was enter his body and then he would be naked.  And maybe she’d still make him agree to give Trent a turn anyway.
 
“Okay, I’ll do it.  Get my pants.”
 
“I’ll need the panties in order to trade with them,” Bart said.
 
So far none of the kids had noticed him, but standing there naked would attract more attention.  Then he felt Amanda enter his body.  The panties came off and given to Bart.  “Go ahead and trade.  I’m going to go and meet some of the kids over there by the playground.”
 
Surprisingly, it was Trent who stepped in front of Bradley.  “No Amanda,” he said.  He wasn’t sure if he believed in ghosts or not, but he feel the chill in the air around Bradley and smell that hospital smell. 
 
“Why are you stopping me?” Amanda asked using Bradley’s voice.”
 
“It’s too open and uncontrolled here.  If someone complains, or an adult or cop sees him he will get taken away and then I’d never get my turn.”
 
It was enough to stop Amanda.  She exited from Bradley’s body and Bradley immediately moved out of the sun and behind Amy.  “Go,” he said to his brother.  “And please hurry.”
 
Bart was back in moments with all of Bradley’s clothes.  Bradley dressed quickly and then they returned home.  “You owe me,” Trent said.  Bradley dressed quickly without responding to Trent.  But Trent knew that what he had said was true.  Besides, he felt horny and getting Bradley home quickly would provide him all the relief he could want.
 
After another exhausting night for the three boys Bart was ready to discuss with his brother what he and Trent had come up with for the final punishment.
 
“You have a choice to make,” Bart said.  “One of two punishments and which one you choose is up to you.  The first one is that you keep your pubic hair shaved for a year.”
 
“Okay, that’s easy, I don’t even need to hear the other choice,” Bradley said excitedly.
 
“You might want to think about that for a second,” Bart said.
 
“Yeah, since it means that you’d be giving us blowjobs whenever we want until the punishment is done,” Trent added.
 
“And, Amanda, if she really is a ghost, wouldn’t leave until the year was up either,” Bard said.
 
Bradley’s excitement at thinking he was nearly done was quickly replaced by disappointment when he considered the consequences.
 
“As much as I enjoy seeing you naked and watching you suffer, I don’t want to hang around for a year.  So do the second choice,” Amanda said to him.
 
Bart, who couldn’t hear Amanda, smiled as he explained the second choice.  “The second choice is that you figure out a suitable punishment.  There are conditions though.  First, it has to be more embarrassing than what you’ve done so far.  Second, it has to have a bigger audience.  And Trent and I have to know when and where you’re going to do it.  If it isn’t good enough then you’ll have to do something else.”
 
“An absolutely marvelous punishment,” Amanda said.  “The best punishment of all.  I knew I could count on your brother.  And you had better think up a good one or I will.  And if I give you one you will do it.”
 
“Take all the time you need to think up a good one,” Trent said.  “We don’t mind, since you’ll continue making us happy until you’re done.”
 
Bradly had no intention of extending his brother and Trent’s enjoyment any longer than necessary, so he didn’t waste any time in coming up with a plan.  He called Colin Davidson and reminded him of a conversation they had once had over by the lake.
 
“So did you see someone again?” Colin asked.
 
“No.”  This was actually the most difficult part for Bradley, explaining why he needed his friend to help.  “My brother caught me doing something really bad.  The kind of bad that gets you sent to a military school.  In order for him not to tell I kind of need you to do to me like we joked about with the kid who was sleeping.”
 
“You really want me to do it?” Colin asked.   “To you?”
 
“I don’t want it, but my brother said I had to be totally humiliated in front of a bunch of kids and it needs to happen as soon as possible.  This evening or tomorrow at the latest or he’s going to tell.  This is all I could come up with.  If you’re worried about getting into trouble…”
 
“It’s not that,” Colin said.  “It’s just that we joked about doing it and now you’re talking about doing it for real.  But it would be really funny to see it happen, so if you’re sure, just let me know when to be there and I’ll make sure you meet your brother’s demand.  I’ll need some help so I’ll get David Lyon to help me.  By the way, just what the hell did you do?”
 
Bradley didn’t have a good lie, so he just said he couldn’t talk about it and said he’d let Colin know when it was going to happen.  He told Bart and Trent about the plan and wanted to put it in place that evening.
 
“Naw, there aren’t enough kids during the evening to see you,” Trent said.
 
“Besides, the adults will be home from work and a lot of them take their kids over to the lake so they’ll put a stop to it,” Bart said.  “You can wait until just before lunch tomorrow.  That’s when the mothers who bring little kids leave to go home and feed them and there is mostly just kids around.”
 
“And since you don’t have any plans this evening,” Trent said, pointing down at his groin
 
“Doesn’t that thing ever go down? Bradley asked.
 
“If you don’t chicken out tomorrow then tonight and tomorrow morning will be the last time I get to put him in your mouth so he can get some exercise,” Trent said as he began shedding his clothes.  Not to be left out, Bart also began undressing and Bradley knew it was going to be a while before he could get any rest.  Not that he thought he could sleep knowing what he was going to do the next day.
 
The younger boys wanted a morning workout in Bradley’s mouth before they left to enjoy his plan.  Bradley chose an old bathing suit that barely fit him and socks and tennis shoes but no shirt.  He used his bike to get the four miles through town to the lake.
 
The lake was far more crowded than normal and as Bradley looked around he saw that the majority of the kids were from the three grades of his school.  “Wonderful,” he thought to himself as he considered what he was about to do.  He saw Colin and David over by the lounge chairs and an empty chair near them and headed that direction looking around as he walked over.  Nobody seemed to be paying any particular attention to him except for Trent and Bart, who were sitting in the shade near the exit road.  It was now or never.
 
He made small talk with Colin for a few minutes.   Colin and David said they were going swimming and invited him, but just in case anyone was listening he talked about being up most of the night playing video games and just wanted to catch some sleep.  He kicked off his shoes as Colin and David headed into the water.  Bradley lay back on the chair and pulled his hat down over his eyes and concentrated on getting hard.  He found it didn’t take much concentration.
 
He must have actually fallen asleep because suddenly he realized that Colin and David were both back and laughing.  He heard them talk to him and he pretended to still be asleep.  He heard Colin point out the tent in his bathing suit and joke about how funny it would be if they pantsed him while he slept.  Then he heard a girl’s voice dare Colin to do it.
 
There was a pause for a few seconds before Bradley felt something going around each of his wrists.  He almost opened his eyes but controlled himself.  Then he felt his wrists being pulled against the side of the lounge chair and knew that Colin had modified the plan.  Bradley’s wrists were now tied to the chair.
 
Bradley suddenly realize that he should have worn something that didn’t fit so tight because there wasn’t any way they could do it with waking him up.  He was about to stop faking sleep when he felt something cold slide down his left side, followed quickly by the same feeling on his right side.  As he heard the laughter and giggling increase he realized what they had done—they had cut the sides of his suit!  Which wasn’t in the plan.  He needed that suit to get back home in.
 
“Here we go,” he heard Colin say and then he felt the sun on his groin and knew he was exposed.  He was just about to fake waking up when a bucket of cold lake water was poured over his head.
 
Bradley was surrounded by dozens of kids from his school.  Many of them had their cell phones out and were recording it.  He tried to move his arms to cover himself and remembered they had tied him.  He was basically naked, with a full boner, in full view of dozens of his classmates.  And there was nothing he could do about it.
 
The reminder of his suit was pulled out from under him and tossed away, not that it mattered now.  All Bradley could do was lay there in shock.  Colin and David had disappeared into the crowd and were gone and Bradley was at the total mercy of the crowd of kids.
 
Time seemed to pass slowly as other kids moved to the front to get a look at him.  The jokes and laughter about his lack of pubic hair were repeated over and over again.  Finally the crowd shrunk to just a dozen or so girls.
 
“Please untie me,” he said.
 
“Yeah, we’ve seen all he has to see,” a girl he knew said.  She and another girl untied the knots binding his arms.  Once freed, Bradley jumped up and covered himself.
 
His shoes were right in front of him but the laces were gone.  Then he knew what they had used to bind his wrists.  The girls had dropped the laces so he used one hand to cover himself and one to grab the laces.  But there was no way he was going to take the time to re-lace his shoes, he just slipped his feet into them and headed for his bike.
 
Once at his bike he had to uncover himself to get on it.  He looked around for Colin and David or Bart and Trent, hoping one of them had something for him to wear, but he didn’t see them anywhere.  He peddled as fast as he could towards home.
 
He stuck to the back roads where there would be fewer cars.  More kids saw him and several boys jumped on their bikes and started to chase him. He peddled as hard as he could but he was already winded and just as he reached his own street they caught up with him and forced him off his bike.
 
Two of the boys took his bike between them and rode off towards his house while the others started yelling for everyone to come and see him. Bradley tried to run but couldn’t without his shoes laced up.  He stepped out of them and began running down the sidewalk while more and more of his neighborhood friends came out to taunt and laugh at him.
 
Finally he made it home and got inside.  He ran to his room and closed the door.  He had one thing he wanted to do.  Being naked had made him as eager to beat off as he had ever been and he jumped on his bed and went to work on beating off.  It proved to be the greatest climax he had ever had. With his chest covered in cum, Amanda became visible.
 
“I guess this is where I started from,” she said to him.  “Admit it, you had fun.  And without me you’d never have done it.  I guess it’s time for me to pass on.”  Bradley couldn’t think of anything to say as she faded from sight.
 
He was still lying there when David, Colin, Brad, and Trent all walked in.  They were all smiling.
 
“That was the greatest show I’ve ever seen,” Colin said.  “You’ll be remembered forever now.”
 
“You weren’t supposed to cut my suit off,” Bradley said as he jumped up to put on some clothes.
 
“Actually, that was something your brother said to do.  Something about you promising him something.  Besides, your suit was too tight.  There was no way we were going to get it down.”
 
“Making you run down the street naked was Trent’s punishment,” Bart said.  “You know, outside the gym?  Anyway, that’s why our friends were waiting for you.  You didn’t have to run the whole street like Trent wanted but we’ll take it as payment made on the promise.  I guess you’re off the hook now.”
 
After a few more jokes David and Colin had to go.  As soon as they left Trent asked if Amanda had left.  When Bradley said yes, he pointed down to his groin.  “Any chance of just one more?  I would really use one right now.”
 
“Go to hell,” Bradley said.  “I’m done with that.  If you want a blowjob, try my brother.”
 
Trent looked to Bart and pointed again at the tent he had in his pants.  “Maybe I could,” Bart said.  “But have you ever heard of a 69?”
 
“You mean, you and me?” Trent asked.  “Sure!  Let’s go to your room.”
 
Bradley headed for the bathroom.  He was going to take a shower, but thinking about his brother and Trent doing it together made him hard again for some reason.  He made sure the door was locked and started to draw a bath, knowing the warm water would help him relax.  And with Amanda gone and the door locked he’d once again be able to enjoy himself.
 
 
 




 

   
   
(The End)