Chapter 2-2
First Time
Part 3
Mom sighed with regret when she saw us boys, fully clothed. She quickly said. "I really preferred you, boys, all naked. Just looking at you fully dressed makes me want to rip your clothes off and have wild sex with the three of you. But you do look really nice in your new school clothes." Mom turned the key and backed out of the driveway after making sure we had everything. Knowing there would be no time to circle back. I envied my sisters and my brothers, including Aaron, because unlike us they did not have to get up before dawn and go to school.
Yet I was also glad that my two sisters weren't in the car even though I had a truce and earned some respect from Becky. Bad habits are hard to change overnight. Greg and Chad, both kissed me each wrapping their arms around me. It did not bother them that we were doing it in public or the fact other kids and parents dropping off their kids at school were watching.
I could only think about what they must be thinking, but again it was simply none of their business. After all, we weren't hurting anyone, and that was all that really mattered. I grinned as Greg yelled. "Go find a hot babe in your new school and have wild sex in some dark closet. Then bring her home so Chad and I can have some fun as well."
Mom rolled her eyes and shook her head and said. "Boys, behave yourselves. If he did that, they kicked him right out of school."
Greg said. "Yeah, but it would be worth it." I saw the people's faces as they looked at us as if we were total freaks. First, we were kissing and now they were screaming that they wanted to have wild sex with any pretty girl. If that wasn't a head-turner, nothing would be.
I yawned and closed my eyes as Mom drove me the long miles just so she could spend a few extra days with me. She nudged me when she pulled into the parking lot of American Fork High School. I looked down at my watch, then realized it wasn't there. Mom said she was waiting for me at my house when I came home.
Normally I would have ridden my bike, but today I would bum a ride with one of my friends. It isn't the first time I have ridden home on their handlebars or bummed a ride home with one of the parents. Man, I was tired as I nearly dragged myself to my first class, and found my friends sitting in the back. Talking about new positions they would like to try with a certain pretty girl when they smiled at us.
I always hated the first days of class, even more so when we went to the block schedule. The classes were no longer and going through the humiliation of standing up and giving some spill to who you are. Yet today not only was I in new classes, but I was also in a new school, and I had a new last name.
I noticed some of the kids from my Highland ward and saw the surprised faces as I said my name was Eric T Rothwell. Having the teacher ask or some students as what the T meant. Sometimes they laughed when I said it stood for a Tiger. Having the teacher say that's not a very common name. I would say that's because you haven't heard my roar.
I knew when I said it that it marked me as a class clown. I did not care. I liked the name and it fit me. Best of all, it wasn't my father's name, and that suited me just fine. I would practice writing it over and over. Deciding if I liked the way how I wrote it with a flourish. At least no one questioned it because it was on the school records. Stating I was in the process of being adopted just waiting on the finalization.
Similar to the majority of students, I couldn't help but groan whenever teachers assigned homework, especially when it involved writing on a specific topic. 'What did I do over the summer?' I had to admit, for the first time, I actually had something worth writing about. Then again, I questioned whether it would be inappropriate when I wrote about going to a nudist colony and learning to have hot and wild sex with lots of young and pretty girls. I grinned, wondering how far I could push the boundaries.
I unbutton my shirt all the way on my pullover shirt, wanting very much to strip down to my bare skin. I wasn't quite used to wearing clothes for eight hours straight and was looking forward to gym class and swim practices just to feel somewhat normal again.
I waited until I was the last kid out of the classroom and asked my teacher if she was sure she wanted me to write about that. She told me she did, or she would have never have given the assignment. I said. "Ok, but I warn you that you most likely won't believe it, but if you want to know if I am lying you can always ask my parents."
She said. "You can count on it. It's not anything I haven't read before. I can assure you; that I have been teaching since you were in diapers young man. I want at least 5 pages."
I said. "Double space or single space."
She said. "Single space." I assumed that it meant typed because I asked about the spacing. I quickly made a note and smiled as I recalled my experiences with my three mermaids. Five pages would be easy.
I won't bore you with the details of normal school life unless something is out of the norm compared to most students. Like noticing how every girl would brush up against me after gym class, seeing me without a shirt and wearing a pair of gym shorts. I was used to that and smiled when the boys noticed that every girl's eyes were on me. Soon after that, and like most schools, once a piece of eye candy is spotted, they becomes quite popular.
I wasn't exactly a new fish because some of my friends from gymnastics and my swim team went to school here and like I said most of the kids for my Highland church ward went here as well. It also had a downside because Shawn's friends went here too. If they weren't my enemies before, they certainly were now. Even more so when they found out that Shawn had been transferred to a school for problem kids and they blamed me for it. Bullies were nothing new to me.
So, when some kid that was one of Shawn's friends knocks over your books and says. "You don't belong here retard." You either fight them or just ignore them. I learned that the hard way, that it was best to ignore them until they learned better either from one of my friends or some bigger kid. Or that I have kicked his ass in the fighting ring. Telling them you really don't want to mess with him.
Then when they don't believe them, they try their luck and find themselves on the floor in two points, two seconds with a nosebleed and a black eye, with the wind knocked out of them before we get caught fighting. I was quick, and I was dangerous. I proved it nearly every day in gym class when I was the one walking away without a single mark on me. They had a new name for me when they saw me naked in the shower. They would whistle cue ball because I did not have any hair on me from the neck down.
Personally, it did not bother me, because I had more sex than they could only dream of. Plus, the fact, the girls liked it that way, yet I was the new kid, and I did not have a rep here that said I had. The truth be known I did not have a rep period yet about girls. I was an oddball, and the same went for my three best friends. Because I was on the block schedule, I only had four classes per day, making it a total of eight including LDS Seminary. It did not count as high school credit, but I was required to take it because of my parents and my grandmother.
I wondered how my new best friends were doing at Payson High and it was their first year having block classes. And I missed not having them here with me, but I wasn't alone. I had my own circle of friends by lunchtime, as they invited me to sit with them. It seemed strange because I had more friends here than I did at Lehi High School. All because they either played in the same sports as me or I knew them from church.
Yet none of them knew except my three best friends about my rep about girls or what I did during the summer, which would change the moment I stood in front of the class and read my paper. I did not know at the time if it would help me or make me look even more like a class clown.
We would laugh as some Football Jock would talk about how he got laid or finally made it to the third base, thrusting his pelvis like a moron. Then get totally shy when they talk to a new pretty girl. Whereas I was quite comfortable talking to girls and was quite the gentleman picking up their backpacks or books only meeting them for the first time, and ninety percent of the time they would pass me their phone number and give me the "to call me sign." And all I had to do was smile.
It was worse when the same jock that was very popular with the ladies would sometimes growl at me for stealing their chance to be with them. I would shrug my shoulders and say. "Sorry; she wanted someone who wasn't into sports." Having them brush by me, tell me I am so dead. Trying to push me into a locker and finding out really quickly that was a mistake. You could say my first few days were the most difficult until they learned that I wasn't worth the bother. But like I said, I am only going to touch on the things when it comes to school that were the most important.
I was glad I survived the first day of school with very little homework, ending up writing only two papers and all about what I did during the summer with a variation on the second paper on what I learned that made a difference in my life. I had decided to do one paper and included both topics and photocopied it. So, I wouldn't have to type it twice getting the same answer about the topic and with the same spacing requirements. Even though they did not say it needed to be typed, that's how they were going to get it.
Man, I was tired, and I was beginning to wonder how I was going to fit in the time to type that paper and do all the homework and still have a mind-blowing sex weekend. I was glad swim practice only lasted an hour instead of two and a half, because I was practically dragging my feet being so tired. Not just from missing one night's sleep, but several nights' sleep. Even though I had no regrets about all the hot and wild sex. I knew I needed to find a balance in some way. The only reason we got out early was because it was just orientation and introductions. We did not swim today.
This also meant we did not dress, or should I say undress, which seemed like a cruel punishment. I only got lucky during gym when I was chosen to be a skin instead of a shirt and took my time being naked in the shower. You could have timed me the second I had reached my gym locker, on how fast I stripped down to nothing. True, I was already shirtless, but not counting that I was naked in less than a minute. Relishing the fresh air as it touched my bare skin.
I bummed a ride home with my best friend Charlie and his older sister who was seventeen and graduating this year. I climbed into the backseat with Charlie's sister named Clara. Charlie rode shotgun in the front seat with his mother Brenda Hastings. I knew it was planned that way because Charlie mentioned about drawing straws on who would be first to spend some "quality time" with me, and Charlie and his family drew the first winning straw.
Most boys and their mothers would freak out. If a girl slid her hand over and undid your zipper and pants and started to play with your penis on the way home. With their mother decided to take a long way, and since the three of us got out of swim practice early, was an even better excuse. But I wasn't most boys, and her mother wasn't most mothers, as they asked when I was coming home. So, they could spend some "quality time" with me.
As her daughter pulls down my pants and boxers inside the car, down around my ankles. While I slipped off my shoes, as Clara straddled me as I lay in the back seat with her on top of me. Noticing she wasn't wearing any panties under her skirt or a bra as she undid her blouse. So I could have her breasts and helped me take off my shirt. I watched as she asked her brother to open the glove box for a condom because I did not have one in my schoolbook bag. I quickly made a mental note to always have them handy. Even though I was lying down in the car's backseat, I noticed how we just kept circling the block as Clara had sex with me.
It was quick and dirty as she told me this was just a warmup until I got home in a few minutes, and then we were going to have wild sex with her, and her mother, and Charlie. You have to remember what I said about small towns. Highland was a lot smaller than Santaquin. So, finding the roads with very little traffic, if any wasn't that hard to find as we circled the blocks.
Clara and her mother Brenda Hastings had the same raven black hair a shade darker than Charlie's all with the same blue pronounced blue eyes and button noses. Both women were the same height being five-foot seven, standing in their bare feet.
Like I said, most people would be freaking out … but this was nothing new for me to be completely naked with any of them or having or wanting to have sex with me. Considering all three of them were members of the Garden Club. Yet this was the first time I had ever had sex while riding home from school in the back of a car, and it was the first time I had sex with Charlie's sister and his mother.
When I had fully climaxed after the fifth circle around the block, her mother pulled into my driveway as we quickly dressed. It seemed stupid to do so because it's not like we couldn't just walk in the backdoor naked, considering that was the norm. The only reason they wanted me and Clara to dress was just so they could rip off my clothes in a more proper manner.
Charlie had previously told me between classes as we walked that they had developed a taste for it because being naked was just plain boring when you were naked ninety percent of the time. They had decided that when they wanted to have sex or stimulate each other, they wanted to undress us as part of the foreplay personally. Telling me it's a big turn-on for everyone in our little private club here. That sometimes they just have us dress just so they could undress again.
I thought ok if that isn't normal then what was? Yet I had to admit it did turn me on having someone take your clothes off. Then simply just have sex when you are already naked. It was like unwrapping your Christmas or birthday present and finding that special gift under all that wrapping. So, I did what I was told and redressed in my driveway.
Every one of my friends knew the rules when they came over to my house. In fact, it was the same rule in all my friends' houses, which was no shoe period. You were required once you came into the house you were to remove them. The reasons were obvious: one shoe track dirt into the house and soil the carpets, second because it made you feel at home.
I was cool with it because that's how I was raised in most of my foster homes and even though it bothered me at first when I was younger because I had a real problem with shedding any of my clothing. Now it was just something I did in every home I walked in. Regardless of if it was a rule or not. Besides, I hated wearing shoes and socks and liked the feel of being barefoot, where I could feel the crisp full grass and dirt under my feet and the soft carpet fibers.
I did not bother putting back on my shoes, and neither did Clara after our first-time quickie in the back of the car. That part was pointless and seemed pointless in wearing clothing at all. Or wearing a shirt in the first place during the summer heat. Which I normally don't do after swim practices or any of my other sports. I only did it so because Charlie had informed me that too was a requirement so they could rip off all our clothes and not just some of them.
I groaned inwardly and did it just because it just wasn't worth arguing about it. I had to admit that it sounded kinda hot as part of my wrapping paper, and I liked it when better when they did took off my clothes for me as part of our foreplay.
The second I got out of the car Sparky noticed me and started barking. I felt guilty because he most likely thought I had forgotten about him. He would be right I had. I quickly went over to him and let him loose so he could run to his heart's content as he jumped up and down excitedly to see me as he barked happily. He followed me everywhere I would go. I rarely needed a leash here in Highland, but used one anyway when he went for a run sometimes, mostly at night. He had its own reflection little nest, so when the cars saw him running with me, they would see him. I really liked small towns because of how little the traffic was. I said. "Let's go, boy," and he followed me.
I opened the door, setting my shoes by the door, and shouted that I was home, hearing my adoptive Mom shout that they were in the kitchen. I took a deep breath, feeling the good feeling of being home where I was safe from my father. I walked into the kitchen with Sparky beside me. I was a little surprised, but then again, I had no reason to be. Seeing both my mother naked, watching my adoptive Mom fix dinner, and stimulating my baby brother Jonathon on the kitchen counter.
When I looked over at my mother, she was on the dining room floor and had Jared between her legs and having sex with him while Jason's penis was in her mouth. My brother's clothing is piled near Dad's favorite chair.
The fact I had brought home Charlie, as well as his sister and mother, did not phase them any. It was the norm now, unlike before when we did not have sex or stimulate one another and only went naked in each other's houses. Now it was no big deal seeing them having sex in the open.
My adoptive Mom asked me while setting Jonathon on the floor how my first day of school went. I said. "Ok, just the normal things like what we were going to be doing and such and had some homework, not a lot. Like a paper or two to write, which will be due on Monday."
I said as my adoptive Mom pulled me into a hug and kissed me, not a passionate deep kiss, just a simple kiss yet still opened mouth. All normal, right? She did the same to Charlie, his sister, and his mother. As Sparky made his comfortable under the kitchen table, which was his favorite spot because that's where I normally hang out when I was home or in the family room. It's hard to say who spoils him more than Mom opens the fridge and takes out some leftover bacon from breakfast and gives it to him. Telling him he was such a good boy, as she reaches down and pats him on the head.
It did not get weird until she asked why were home so early. As she started to take off her apron and setting aside. Charlie explained that it was just orientation today for the new kids and setting up swim buddies and going over the schedule. While his mother helped him and me off with our shirts. Opening the washroom and throwing in our clothes to be washed. I was already told by Charlie that his mother and his sister like to remove our clothes with very little help from us. Again, stating our clothes were nothing more than wrapping paper for them. Finding a naked boy underneath, them is like unwrapping a piece of candy.
My adoptive Mom led Charlie and me to barstools at the counter with two large milkshakes placing down two doses of horny pills for us to take. I did not question the reason the double dose was because of it's part of my normal routine. As Clara and her mother removed our socks, added them to the wash, and started to undress as well.
Again, neither of us boys was allowed to help this time around because they wanted it that way. Proving that, by slapping my hand away when I tried to help with my clothes or theirs. Charlie and I could only move long enough so they could remove our pants and our boxers.
My mother was still busy with Jared having sex with her but had finished off her little snack with Jason. Having him make a meal on one side of her breasts with Jonathon on the other side. After all, I said nothing about her not having sex with my Rothwell brothers about stimulating them. What was I going to do … say no when my adoptive mother does it all the time and my two big sisters and Dad? Ever since she found out she could after that first night at our campsite and realized we wanted it. Like everything else in my life, she wanted to be part of it. I still question why she couldn't have realized that sooner.
I soon learned why the double dose was even though I knew the reason mostly because this was all planned ahead of time. Well, the part of having me bum a ride home with him, his sister, and his mother. So, they could have a little "quality time" with me, before dinner or after dinner, before I went back home with my mother. Coming home early was an extra bonus, meaning our "quality time" had just been extended. My adoptive Mom noticed quickly that I wasn't hard yet, and I confirmed it while she played with my penis a little. Finding it wasn't close to being hard yet. I said. "Clara and I had a quickie on the way home."
My Adoptive Mom said. "Good for you, you most likely needed it after a long hard day at school, being it was your first time there."
I turned my head, noticing Jared and Jason were cleaning out my mother. I quickly refocused on my conversation with my both my mother's as my adoptive Mom worked in the laundry room sorting our clothes with Clara and her mother. Pulling out the clean ones out of the dryer to be folded on the kitchen counter and putting the pot roast in the oven and having me peel the potatoes and the carrots for dinner.
While my mother moved Charlie into my Dad's chair so she could do him orally. Now that my brothers were finished and were sent out to play. Being naked outside or inside the house was the norm at our house because we did not have any houses near us, and we lived at the end of the street.