By Aldric
This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains depictions
of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in
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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.
A Stupid Mistake
I’d made a stupid mistake. I
don’t know what got into me. But Donna King was floating past me in her
pool, and I reached over and lifted the front of her bikini bottom. I
looked down inside and saw it. The two lip-like things, almost hidden
by pubic hair. I only had just an instant to look before my hand was
slapped and pulled back. And now…
Now I’m tied to the fence in
her back yard, my arms stretched to the sides. The drawstring on my
bathing suit is untied, and it is a size or two too big, so it’s
threatening to fall. The only thing holding it up is that I have a
boner.
Five girls are sitting on lawn chairs, watching. Come
the fall, all of us will start high school together. Three of them have
already turned fourteen. The other two, like me, are still thirteen.
They have squirt guns filled with ice cold water. When I don’t squirm
enough, one of them blasts me. I thrash around, and my suit drops
another inch lower. I think right now they can see my pubic hair and
maybe the base of my dick.
Four more shots with the cold
water, and it happens. My suit drops past the tip of my dick, and with
nothing else to hold it up, it succumbs to gravity and drops to my
ankles. They all laugh. I am close to tears. Four girls, all my age
give or take a few months, are staring at me. They are in bathing
suits, I am naked.
They continue to look at me. I hear one say
that she can see my balls, and the fact that there is no hair on the
sack holding them. That one ball is bigger than the other.
Knowing they are looking at me, I my dick continues jerking up and down
with each beat of my heart. They make fun of its size, saying it’s
small. I know I’m normal, not short. Five inches plus maybe another
quarter inch or so.
“Its thin,” Eva laughs. “Much thinner than Evan West’s.”
I know Evan. He’s a few weeks younger than me. I’d seen his dick when
we were side-by-side at the urinals peeing. And yeah, his dick was
thicker than mine. I wondered how Eva saw it. Or maybe she never did.
Maybe he told her how thin mine was.
Then the ultimate humiliation. A drop of cum oozed out the tip and hangs down in a thread. The girls love this.
Finally, Donna gets up. I thought that she was going to untie me, but
instead, she gets my suit off over my feet. I’m now totally naked. The
cords on my wrists are the only cover I have. But she doesn’t untie me.
Instead, she pulls my suit over my head, far enough to cover my eyes.
Then I hear silence. I assume they’ve gone. But I’m still in Donna
King’s back yard, tied to the fence. Anyone in any of the surrounding
houses would be able to see me. And I need to cum more than I’ve ever
needed to before.
Time passes. At one point, I hear more
laughing. Boys, laughing. Are they seeing me? Or just passing by and
telling a joke? I don’t know. All I can do is stand there, feeling the
sun slowly burning my privates. I still have a boner, and I can’t get
rid of it.
Then the suit is lifted from my head. It isn’t
Donna King, or any of the girls who were with her. Worse yet. My
younger sister, and three of her friends. April just turned thirteen a
few weeks ago. Two of the girls with her are also thirteen. The third,
Mia Anderseon’s sister, is either eleven or twelve.
April and
the other girls stand back and look at me. All of me. After enough time
passes for them to memorize every single detail of my body, my sister
speaks.
“I’ll let you choose. I’ll put the suit in your hand,
and you can hope that anyone passing by sees you and unties the ropes.
Or, I’ll untie one arm, but your suit goes home with me. You’ll have to
get there like you are.”
That isn’t a choice. Neither option
is doable. Nobody is going to untie a naked boy. At least not any kids,
and adults would want to know details. I’d have to tell them I peeked
down Donna King’s lower bikini. Even my own mother might think I
deserve to be left here tied up and naked until more kids see me. But
going home naked? I’d had nightmares about it once when I was sick and
running a fever. But that was a dream. This would be for real.
“Choose, or I’ll leave you hear like you are AND take your suit. Then
more kids will see you and you’ll still have to go home naked.”
April would do it. I knew that. “Untie me,” I muttered.
She tossed my suit to one of the other girls and then untied my left
arm. She knew I was right-handed. She ran off towards home. It only
took a minute to free my right wrist, but by then she and her friends
were out of sight. I now had to go out the gate and onto the streets.
Two and a half blocks to home, in the middle of a hot and sunny day,
totally naked. At least my hands were free and I could cover up.
I began running, but didn’t get far before I was spotted. Two boys and
a couple of girls, all within a year or two of my age. My hands were
forced to my back. Girls touched me. Down there. I nearly shot before
the boys told her to stop. Not to help me, no. They knew I needed to
cum. And they didn’t want to let the girl give me the relief I so
desperately needed.
“If you cover up again, I’ll pull the
laces from one of my shoes and tie your wrists behind your back,”
Dwight Emmett said. I knew he’d do it too. I took off running, this
time with my hands to my sides. But I quickly found out that running
with a boner was not easy or pleasant. My dick was jerked around so
hard it hurt. I had to slow to a jog.
Two blocks to go. I
think every kid near my age who lived on those two blocks was outside
and saw me. Several times, I was held to allow them a better look at my
privates. Again, Dwight kept the girls from giving my poor overloaded
body some relief.
I finally made it home. To my surprise,
April hadn’t locked me out. I ran in. She and her friends were in the
front room, and laughed as I ran past.
My suit was on my bed,
but I needed something else first. Finally, after an hour or more with
a boner, I was able to jack off. It was one of the best cums I’d ever
had. But once done, I was faced with the fact that scores of kids had
seen all of me. School would start in a month, and then everyone in the
entire neighborhood would hear what I looked like. Maybe they would
even be told why it happened. What I had done to Donna King.
Boys might be envious of what I saw. But girls might think I deserved
more. I had no idea what it was going to be like except that I was
unlikely to enjoy it.
I mostly stayed around the house for a
few days. Adam Johnson, my best friend, came over. He admitted he’d
seen me and did nothing to help me. He said he was afraid that if he
tried to help that he’d likely end up as naked as I was. He was
probably right. At least he didn’t tell me I was an asshole for what I
did to Donna King.
But eventually, it got too boring staying
home. Adam, me, and two other boys we both liked went for a bike ride.
The conversation turned to the inevitable. What had I done? What did
she look like? And how does it feel to walk through the neighborhood
totally naked?
I was honest with my answers. I figured they
already knew the truth anyway. They wanted to know a lot more about
what a girl’s pussy really looks like. Did it look anything like the
drawings we had in health class?
Even though it did, seeing it
for real was better than a drawing. But for me, the price was far too
high. Yeah, when school started, everyone seemed to know. To some boys,
I was nearly a hero. But others thought I was a stupid jerk. And any
hope of getting a girl friend seemed to have been dashed. I was pantsed
twice on what was called “Freshman Day”. I’d heard it used to happen to
every ninth-grade boy, but the school had really cracked down on it.
But once again, my privates were put on display for large groups of
girls.
Then it seemed to be forgotten. Even girls started
talking to me again. Talking, not telling me what an asshole I was.
Even Donna King pointed to an empty seat across from her in the
cafeteria at lunch. We talked about a lot of stuff, but not what
happened that day in her back yard.
Slowly, life was returning
to normal. I never forgot what Donna looked like down there. And I’m
sure the girls who saw all of me remember to this day what I looked
like.
The End