Author: Hardguy
Title: secrets
Summary: The following story is a work in progress and is presented
as is. It may be unformatted, contain misspellings, poor grammar,
half constructed thoughts, and continuity errors. Story title may be
misleading, as the plot may change during the writing process from
the initial inspiration. If anything, it is presented in an effort to
gauge reader interest.
Keywords: b/M/M/g, ped, prost
Sam gasped as the sticky pearly fluid shot out of his 12-year
old cock. His eyes scanned over the pictures of the naked women in
the dirty magazines he'd found in the woods 3 months ago and stashed
in his treehouse for just this activity. He'd been telling his
parents that he was going to a friend's house, but instead he'd just
go up to the little treehouse he'd had since he was 8, and would
masturbate as he looked at these magazines. He was usually able to
cum twice before he couldn't take the stimulation any longer, and
then he'd either go searching in the woods where he'd found these
first magazines for more of them, or he'd actually drop by his
friend's house.
Red faced, he stroked until no more came out onto the brown
leaves he'd placed down on the floor to collect his jizz for easy
clean up. The whine of old brakes and the sound of a car engine got
his attention. His treehouse overlooked the driveway, and he thought
his mom and his sisters would be gone longer than that. He waddled
over to the window with his pants and underwear still down and peeked
out of it to see what was going on. Instead of seeing his mom's car,
it was a different car in the driveway, an older one, beat up
looking, and not one he was familiar with. The front doors opened,
and out got a man he did not know and a passenger that he did.
Her name was Trina. She was his age and they were in the same
math/english block class at school. He thought she was kind of
pretty, and he always felt a bit bashful when she'd smile in his
direction the same way she smiled at everybody. This time however,
she was not smiling. If he had to put a name to her current
expression, it would have been 'all business.' Most importantly
though, Sam could not fathom why she was at his house. They'd barely
spoken at all at school and there was no way she had come to see him
out of the blue like this.
Trina and the man moved out of sight up the front walk to the
door of Sam's house and he heard faintly from inside, the sound of
the doorbell ringing. He heard the door open, an unintelligible
conversation, the sound of the door closing, and then the man
appeared again, alone, going back to the car. He got in, started the
engine, and drove away. Sam felt his heart pounding in his chest
with regard to the strange scene he'd just witnessed. Trina had just
been left here, at his house, and was presumably inside with Sam's
father.
Sam was of two minds now. He wanted to go inside and see what
was going on with Trina in there, but on the other hand he didn't
want to show up well before his father expected him home, besides,
Sam got the feeling that he just saw something he wasn't supposed to
see at all. It didn't take long for his curiosity to win out, and
after using the tissues he brought with himself to wipe his dick off,
he pulled up his pants and headed down the rope ladder.
Now he was really faced with a problem. He had left through
the front door, so naturally he was expected to return that same way,
but that was bound to give him away and if possible he wanted to
sneak a look at what was going on before deciding that it might be
safe to 'come home.' He decided that probably the best way to sneak
in might be from the back of the house, so back there he went.
Both stories of the house were exposed in the back, so 4
windows and a sliding glass door were his options. The sliding glass
door was likely locked, and when he tried it he found that it indeed
was. He looked to the windows then. His older sister's bedroom was
in the basement, so he tried that one first. Shockingly, not only
did he find a potted plant under the window that helped him to reach
the window, but it was also unlocked and slid easily open. Once he
hoisted himself up into the open window, he found there was a
similarly placed tiny bookshelf just under the window that let him
easily enter the room without making much noise. He wondered briefly
if his big sister snuck out of the house on a regular basis through
this window, but that was something to think about for a later time.
He got down to the floor easily and left his sister's room.
Knowing that his dad was probably not in the basement (he rarely went
down there except if he needed to find his eldest daughter or if
there were issues with the home's utilities), Sam moved quietly up
the carpeted steps to the upper floor. Here he could hear noises,
his father's voice speaking and a quieter voice as well. Was that
Trina? They were coming from the hallway...too close to be in one of
the bedrooms from the end of the hall, but nearer, in his dad's study
most likely. He crept forward, pausing when his sneaker made a mild
thud upon the hardwood floor of the hallway where the carpeted floor
of the living room ended. His father's voice also halted, and Sam
realized he had been heard.
He spun quickly and moved as fast as he could back to the
stairs. The antique doorknob of his father's study made it's
rattling noise that he had become familiar with since his bedroom was
right nextdoor and Sam hustled down the stairs and hid around the
corner, out of sight. The creak of the floorboards told him that
there was somebody near the top of the stairs...then a pause for what
felt like days, then a creaking again, followed by the rattle of the
doorknob and Sam felt safe to breathe again. He listened at the
bottom of the stairs for a few moments, straining to hear his
father's muffled voice as his courage refilled.
Removing his shoes this time, he crept back up the stairs, and
was about to head straight for the hall like before, but the
floorboards creaked in the back of his mind. Instead, he circled
around, through the living room, into the kitchen, to the front door
of the house and through the connecting hall there to go to the
bedrooms and the study, bypassing the squeaky floorboards entirely.
His father was no longer speaking, but Sam could hear other noises,
breathy noises, from the inside of the study. He sank slowly to his
knees in front of the doorknob, and peered through the keyhole. It
was a very narrow field of view, but that didn't make what Sam saw
any less shocking.
Sam's dad was a city councilman, and often had people over to
talk in his home office. Immediately inside the door was a sitting
area with some couches, and armchair, and a small coffee table. The
view through the keyhole afforded Sam only a look at the right end of
the coffee table and a portion of a couch, but that was all he
needed. Trina was nude, on her hands and knees on the coffee table,
rocking forward with jolts coming from behind her. Sam could not see
far enough to the side to see what exactly was happening from that
position to was causing her to move like that, but his imagination
was doing the work of filling in the rest. It was his dad, it had to
be his dad, and he was having sex with Trina! Sam tried to look that
way, tried to get a look at it, but the most he could see was the
fingers of one of his father's hands where it was holding onto
Trina's side. When Sam tried to look in the other direction, he
couldn't see Trina's face at all, but her little budding breasts
would wink into view briefly when her body would move along with the
thrusting motion imposed upon it.
Trina was making no sounds of her own, but each thrust carried
with it the sound of skin slapping against skin and a muffled
squelching noise. Sam's father was breathing rapidly, and to Sam's
ears was getting louder as the rhythm of the noises and of the motion
of Trina's body was increasing in pace. Sam had never seen a porno
video or witnessed anybody having sex before, but he was well
acquainted with what it felt like to shoot his load, so it wasn't
difficult for him to recognize what the hurried pace was leading up
to. A high pitched sort of squeal came from the direction of Trina's
head and as she began to make that noise louder and with more
regularity, Sam's father started to grunt loudly. Trina cried out
loudly and Sam watched as her little naked body shook from the
forceful impacts of his father's body.
Aside from heavy breathing, the motions and sounds stopped.
Sam heard his father tell Trina to "not drip on the floor" and he saw
Trina reach her hand back between her thighs as her body shifted as
though it were free of some weight or restraint from behind. She
slowly began to straighten up, her movement hampered by her use of
only one arm and she kind of slid backwards upon the table and out of
Sam's field of view through the keyhole. "Open your mouth. Clean it
good," Sam heard his father say, before adding, "and work the rest of
it out of your cunt and lick your hand clean. Drip any on your way
out and your dad will owe me double, as well as going to jail. You
really are a little slut, just like he said. Not even a pair of
panties on when you came in here." The room was silent then, save
for some gentle slurping sounds.
Sam realized it was over now, and he should move or else he'd
get caught. He headed back for the stairs using the same roundabout
route he'd taken before. He was not 3 steps down them when he heard
the door of his father's office open, and he paused to listen. "Get
dressed and let yourself out the back door in the basement," said his
father's voice, then foot steps and the sound of the squeaky bathroom
door closing. Sam heard water surge through the pipes in the house
and guessed his father was taking a shower. He hurried to the bottom
of the steps and went around the corner to the hallway that led to
his sister's bedroom.
He was just entering her room when he heard light footfalls on
the floor above him and the creak of the floorboard by the top of the
stairs. Curiosity got the better of him, and instead of going out
his sister's window, he slowly crept back towards the bottom of the
stairs. He felt pretty safe doing so, since the back door was
plainly visible from the staircase, and Trina would probably go right
to it. Playing it safe though, he stayed only halfway down the hall
as he listened to her descent. Sure enough, once he heard her only a
few feet away her foot steps continued away from him and he heard her
unlock the sliding glass door before sliding it open. He had moved
closer as she moved farther, and he peeked around the corner just as
she was sliding the door back into place. Her expression was blank,
not upset like he thought she might have been after what just
happened. She looked around and went off in the direction of Sam's
tree house to go up the bank on that side of the house.
Sam went out his sister's window and hurried back to his tree
house. He could see Trina walking down the street, looking to all
the world like just a normal little girl, not so much as a hint that
she'd just been naked on the coffee table of a city councilman, using
her body to clear her father's debts. Sam stayed in his treehouse
the rest of the afternoon just like he had planned to do anyways,
only now instead of masturbating to his magazines, he replayed it all
over in his mind and imagined that it was his cum instead that had
dripped into Trina's cupped hand.
School the next day was a bit of an awkward affair, for Sam
anyways. Nobody else seemed different in the slightest, and why
would they? A lot of things had changed in Sam's eyes though.
Fourth and Fifth Period was after lunch, and Sam could barely wait
for it. He'd been especially alert when in the halls, looking for
where he might see Trina, but their paths never crossed. He got to
class as soon as possible and sat anxiously in his seat, trying to
look casual, but he watched the door like a hawk. He only had to
wait a few minutes before in she walked, her pleasant smile on her
comely face like always...only Sam had seen her face with a different
expression on it the day before. She went to her seat on the
opposite side of the room and sat.
It was hard for him not to look at her for the next 90 minutes
that they shared in that classroom together. Under that striped top
lay the small breasts that he'd watched shake as his father had
thrusted inside her over and over. Within those jeans were the hips
and thighs he'd seen his father's fingers upon to hold her in place
while he... More than once Sam's mind had wandered down that track
of thought, and more than once he felt his dick throbbing with an
ache that he so wanted to soothe with his hand. Not once did Trina
look his way or give him any kind of acknowledgement that she'd been
near his house, much less having sex in it.
Class ended same as it had began, with Sam's eyes following
her out the door, with nary a hint that anything outside of normal
had ever occurred. So too did it the next day, and the day after
that, and all the other days of that week. Trina was just a normal
6th grade girl to all appearances. A nice smiling face, a quiet
voice, dressed neatly and cleanly. Sam was even starting to doubt
that he'd actually seen it happen at all.
He all but pushed it out of his mind by Friday. There were
other things for his mind to be occupied with, and now that it was
Friday, he could indulge in one of them. His middle school sat next
to an elementary school, and every Friday they would host collectable
card games in the cafeteria there. Sam had been collecting and
playing for a long time and was a familiar face there, with a pretty
good record. When he was there, his mind focused on the game, not
even Trina's secret mattered to him. He lost all 3 games he played
that day.
Home was to the southwest of the two schools, so Sam had no
need to head in the opposite direction and go through the playground
of the elementary school that day, but he did. This had just been
the cherry on the week's cake of frustration. This business with
Trina had just occupied him non-stop, even harming his grades on
worksheets done in class because he was so distracted from looking at
and thinking about her, and now he was even being affected in his
hobbies. He didn't need to walk across the playground like that, but
he did anyways, and now he would have to walk back across it in order
to go home. What an incredible coincidence it was then that when he
looked up Trina was walking towards him.
She saw him. There was no way she hadn't. Even though they
were almost 200 feet away from each other at the closest, Sam felt
her eyes meet with his seconds before she stopped at a classroom door
and knocked. It opened, and without hesitation she went inside. Sam
had gone to this elementary school the previous year, and he knew
that Trina had not. He could understand if she had been a student
here and was visiting a teacher, but he knew that this could not be
the case now. Having already seen her make an unannounced visit when
nobody should have been around, Sam felt compelled to check this out
as well.
The school was laid out with a main central building housing
the main office, gym, cafeteria, and library. The classrooms were
lined up in rows contained in detatched buildings connected to the
main building and each other by covered sidewalks. The classroom
door, which opened onto a large cement porch that lay aside the
playground, had a small window in it, but when he looked in, Sam
could not see anything strange. The room was dark and the desks all
had chairs on them. It looked like any other empty classroom after
all the kids had gone home. There was nothing to see. He ran down
the porch to get around to the other side of the classroom wing where
the windows for each classroom were located. He found the windows
for the one he was interested in, but of course, the blinds had been
drawn. Whatever was going on, Sam couldn't see it.
Sam started to walk away, defeated once again, when he noticed
a light coming from inside the adjacent darkened classroom. It
wasn't that he had gotten the wrong window, he had counted correctly,
but the light was coming from the door of the shared supply closet
that connected the two classrooms. He still could not see who was in
there or what was happening, but he could do the next best thing.
The classroom windows consisted of tall panes of glass that stretched
from the ceiling down to about 3 feet off the ground. Below that was
a 2nd pane of glass that could be opened just enough to allow fresh
air inside, and in this case, it had been left open. Sam got up
close to it and could hear noises. Familiar noises. The ragged
breathing came in regular intervals and Sam could hear a man's voice,
but could not make out the words.
Though he wanted to keep listening, Sam knew he couldn't
linger there too long. The windows faced out towards the school
parking lot, and it was only a matter of time before he was seen by
somebody. He didn't have to worry too much as loud groans and a
sudden high pitched squeal made their way to his ears. He heard a
man's voice clearly say "shit" followed by more words that he
couldn't fully hear. They were answered by a softer feminine voice,
then the sound of table legs screeching a short distance across the
floor, and finally the light in the small storage room went out. Sam
got up from his place beside the window and ran around back to the
other side of the classroom wing. Had he been running any faster, he
would have knocked Trina down once he had turned the corner and met
her head on.