Date: Mon, 5 May 2008 12:07:16 -0700 (PDT) From: lori giessler Subject The Woods (gg:FF:MM:BB) Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction involving fictional characters. Author's real name withheld. When I was nine, my family moved to a brand-new development on the other side of town. The development was only in its early phases and there was an enormous tract of woods bordering the new houses. For me, those old scraggly woods were a wonderful place to explore. My adventure begins one summer's day when I met my friend Jill in her backyard. It sounds rather odd that a nine-year old boy's only friend would be a ten year old girl, but we were both very lonely and we had a lot in common. At that time, we were the only kids living the 'new' section of town. All of the other kids in our school lived on the other side of the woods, in the older more established part of town. We were the pioneers, the first ones to live in those big new houses up in the hills. Jill was ten and very pretty, with a wiry body and wisps of brown hair that was forever dangling in front of her sharp hazel eyes. I felt very fortunate to be her friend. She was shy and funny and a bit of a tom-boy, more interested in bugs and squirrels than dolls and dress-up. She covered her long locks under a red baseball cap and often dressed in boy's pants and sneakers. Sometimes, you had to look very closely to realize that she was a girl. We explored the woods together every chance we had, looking for snakes and bugs by the stream. "Hey," I said as I pulled up on my bike. There were no fences back then, so I drove right into her yard. "What's up," she said, wrinkling her little nose. She was down on all fours, with her little butt in the air, studying a butterfly. "Nothing," I replied, trying hard not to stare up her shorts. I knew from experience that seeing just the hint of her panties gave my tummy the flutters and made my penis hard. At nine, this was more of a nuisance than a good thing, so I came around her until we were face to face. "Are we going in?" She looked up and smiled. "Of course, I just wanted to see them mating." I looked down at what she was staring at and realized there were two butterflies. "Oh wow, that's pretty cool," I exclaimed. "Bug sex!" She giggled. "Not really. They don't do much but join together and stay still for a while." "Doesn't sound like much fun." She got off the ground and tucked her long velvety hair under her baseball cap. "If they stopped doing it, there wouldn't be anymore butterflies." "I can't argue with that, let's get going." "Why are you so anxious to go exploring today," she asked. "Usually, I have to drag you in there." "I overheard some kids talking outside the video store last night." I said as we headed down the overgrown stone path leading into the woods. "They were talking about this fort they have." "A fort," she said curiously. "Yeah, it's this old building in the woods. They're using it like a club-house." "Who are they," she asked as we went under the canopy of trees. "Scott, Brad, and Steve," I said casually. "Whoa, those guys are way bigger than us," she said. "I don't know if we should be messing around by them." "Its OK, they said they're not meeting out there until tonight. We've got the whole day to explore the fort and we'll be long gone before they show up." "I don't know..." "Look," I said, doing my best to reassure her. "We'll only stay a minute to see what it looks like. I promise." "Ok," she said with a mischievous grin. "It does sound a little exciting." There was only one path through the woods, it was an old lumber trail that wound through the woods, over a creek and finally up a steep embankment that brought you up by the Interstate. I knew every bit of that trail and had a pretty good idea where the fort would be. We walked in silence, like two agents on a dangerous mission, heading deeper into the forest. When we got to the creek, Jill brought us to a stop. "What do you think you're doing," she asked. I was already untying my shoes and preparing to wade across. "The fort's on the other side, just beyond those bushes," I said as I carried my shoes to the water's edge. "We never cross the creek, Billy," she said. "Those boys are bullies; they tried to pull my pants down that one time to see if I was really a girl, you remember I told you?" I blushed. How could I forget? "Jill, that was three years ago, before you even knew me. I'm sure Scott doesn't even remember it." "Well I do," she said. "He was so big and scary. I thought his thing was going to jump out of his shorts, it was twitching so much. If my momma hadn't come by and saw what he was up to, I don't know what he might have done to me." The thing in my shorts twitched involuntarily, making me wince. "Do you want to go back?" Our eyes met. I thought for sure she was going to say yes, but then she sat down and began untying her shoes with that determined look on her face I knew and loved. I smiled and waded into the stream, grateful that the cold water settled down the twitch in my shorts. "It's not too bad," I said. "The water's only knee-deep and the rocks are nice and smooth..." I turned around when I got to the other side and saw that she was only ten paces behind me. "You better be right about this," she said as she put her socks and sneakers back on, once we were safe on the far bank. "No problem," I said happily. "We're close, I can feel it. He said that there's a big rock right by the fort that overlooks the stream. I remember that rock. It's over yonder." I pointed downstream. She nodded. "I seen that before too from the other side. Look, there's a trail on this side along the stream." We congratulated ourselves with our discovery and followed the trail. The forest seemed dark and quiet, as if we were invaders, probing its deepest secret. The woods were older and thicker here, as if the timber company never made it in this far. The trees were old oaks and spruce, with gnarled branches and wide leaves as large as my palm. A hush fell upon as and we walked in silence, afraid to speak or even breathe too loudly lest the forest would hear us. It felt like forever, but I finally saw the outline of an old tin roof against the backdrop of the stream. "Look at that," I whispered. She nodded. It's pretty cool. The 'fort' was actually an old lumber station shed, built on stilts overlooking the stream. "That was a jam tower," said Jill. "What's that?" "The loggers would watch the logs floating downstream from up there to make sure they didn't jam. If they did, they'd wade out and break up the jam before it dammed up the river." "Cool," I exclaimed as we reached the bottom. The original ladder was long gone; it looked like the boys had stolen an aluminum one to replace it. "Are we going up?" Jill studied the tiny wooden building with its rusty tin roof. "It looks pretty safe. I'll go first." She climbed the ladder before I could object. She got to the top and pushed open the trap door. After a moment, she disappeared inside. "What do you see," I called, after a few agonizing moments. Her head popped out. "Get up here," she hissed. I climbed the ladder a little too eagerly, not bothering to balance myself. It was higher than I thought, at least 16 feet off the ground. She offered me her hand and I took it, pushing off the last step. It was the biggest mistake of my life. "Watch the ladder," she screamed, but it was too late. The ladder tottered and fell over with a loud clang, leaving us no way down. "Shit," I screamed, uttering my first-ever curse-word. "We're trapped for sure," said Jill. "I'm sorry. Let's try to find another way down." It was a bad break. The only way down would be to climb down the metal support rods on the four sides, they were so far underneath the floor for people our size that they were simply unreachable, no matter how hard we tried. "Maybe we can jump," I offered. "How, you want to jump through the window onto those rocks, or down the trap door into that sticker-bush?" Tears welled up in my eyes. "I'm real sorry Jill." Jill wrapped her arms around me and gave me a hug. "It's OK Billy, you didn't do it on purpose." She held me for a minute. It was the first time we ever touched for so long. I didn't get that funny feeling in my tummy the whole time, because I was so scared. I finally opened my eyes and checked out our self-made prison. The room was about 10 by 10, with a moldy cot on one wall and a table and a broken folding chair next to an old wood stove by the window. There was a thread-bare green carpet on the floor and a little file-cabinet next to the bed with a kerosene lantern on top of it. The carpet was littered with empty bottles of beer and cigarettes, no doubt from Scott and his friends. They must throw some wild parties up here with no adults to supervise them, I thought idly. "What do you want to do," I asked meekly. Jill sighed and plopped down on the bed. "I don't know. We're in a fine mess you know." "Look, when the older boys arrive, I'll just tell them it's my fault. I'll promise never to tell anyone about this place and take my licks. I'm sure they'll eventually let us go." "I hope so," said Jill. She opened the top drawer of the file cabinet. "Hey check this out!" "Is that whiskey," I said when I saw the amber bottle in her hand. "Sure is." She cracked the bottle and took a swig, then immediately began choking. "Gosh! That's horrible!" I laughed at her. "Let me have one." "Ok," she said handing it over. "But go slow." I took my first swig of whiskey. It tasted like fire and it burned down my throat all the way to my belly. I coughed long and hard until my teeth felt loose in my head. "Wow, that's horrible." Jill was already taking another swig. This time she didn't cough as bad. "Want another. The second one don't sting as much as the first." "Why not, we got nothing better to do..." I'm not sure how many swigs we had from that bottle, but we were fast asleep in each other's arms. It was the best and deepest sleep of my life, laying in a drunken slumber for the first time in Jill's arms. I could smell her tangy breath on my cheek and feel her bare legs against mine. We were face to face, and arm was draped across her waist, resting against the swell of her young backside. Suddenly, our sleep was interrupted as rough hands shook us awake. "Lookit what we have here," said Scott to Brad and Steve. I had a massive hangover, but I was suddenly stone-cold sober. "We're sorry," I blurted, pulling myself out of Jill's embrace. "It's all my fault." "You got a lot of nerve busting into our fort," said Steve. "What we gonna do to them, Scotto?" Scott gave me an evil grin. "Looks like this one got himself a boner. You up here fucking your little boyfriend?" "Couple of little queers," added Brad. I was about to correct them, but thought better of it, suddenly realizing that they didn't recognize Jill or realize that she was a girl, due to the dim lighting and long shadows. I was grateful that they hadn't lit the lamp yet. "Nah, we just got drunk and past out is all," I said. "We're real sorry for coming up here. We didn't know this was your place." "Don't matter what you knew," said Scott. "Just matters that you is in our place without permission. That means you gotta pay the price." "What's that," I asked, scared out of my wits. Scott looked at Brad and Steve, the three exchanged devilish grins. "What's your name, boy?" "Billy," I said. "And you?" "Jimmy," said Jill. "Billy and Jimmy," Steve sang, "two little queers in our fort drinking our cooch and fucking their pooch." Scott laughed, but then his eyes filled brimmed with a darkness I'd never seen before. "Tell you what. You want out, you admit to the fact that you're a couple of queers." "I ain't no..." "We sure are," said Jill cutting me off. "We're as queer as the day is long." The boys laughed. "I knew it," said Brad. "Give him a kiss, show us how queer you are," said Scott to Jill/Jimmy. I turned to Jill, terrified and excited all at once. She stared into my eyes for just a moment, and then planted a long kiss on my lips. She tasted of stale whiskey and fear, but it was like kissing an angel; her lips and tongue were so tender and sweet, I wished that the kiss would never end. My penis jumped to life despite myself. The boys howled and clapped in delight. "We got us a couple of bonafied queers," said Brad. "Will you look at that!" "He got hisself a boner," said Steve. "Sure does," said Scott, checking out the little tent in my crotch. "Take that thing outta your pants, lets see it." I was terrified, but too frightened to resist. I dropped my shorts around my ankles and sat there with my little erection twitching in the air. Scott turned to Jill/Jimmy. "What are you waiting for, queer boy, start sucking it." Jill and I had no idea what he meant. We'd never even imagined what he was ordering her to do. "I don't understand," said Jill. Scott rolled his eyes. "Put his dick in your mouth and suck it like a lolly-pop," he said to her. "No way," I said, trying to cover up. I froze as I heard a click and watched Scott as he took out a pellet-pistol and pointed it at my head. "You shut up and let your queer friend suck your dick, or I'll shoot your eyes out." "No, don't I pleaded." "Do it," he said to Jill. Jill got down on the floor between my legs and studied my little prick, which was rapidly retreating from full-mast. She held it with two fingers and it immediately sprang to life, despite my fear and shame. "I'm sorry," I whispered to her. She looked up at me and gave me a reassuring grin. Then, her lips closed around my penis. I gasped in shock as the warmth of her moth engulfed me. I could barely hear the catcalls of the boys around me as she sucked on me. She was completely inexperience, but I was as small as a little lollypop, so she simply put the whole thing into her mouth and rubbed the underside of my shaft with her tongue. I closed my eyes and ascended into heavenly bliss as her tongue worked its magic on my immature member. I thought it would turn out OK as she sucked me. The boys would just enjoy our little show and then send us home, maybe with a few bruises and some lost dignity. But, then a bright light came on and our world turned upside down. "What the hell," Scott exclaimed as he saw us by the light of the lantern. I opened my eyes just in time to see Scott rip off Jill's baseball cap. Her long honey-brown hair fell to her shoulders and she took my penis out of her mouth with a wet pop. "These ain't no queers," said Steve. "That's a SHE!" The boys slapped hands and stared at Jill, who was now terrified. "Leave me be," she squealed and bolted for the ladder. "No," I shouted as the boys grabbed her and threw her onto the cot next to me. Scott leveled the gun at us. "Both y'all take off all your clothes, or I start shooting." "Uh, uh," said Jill. "We ain't doing no more dirty stuff." Scott's gun went off and tore a hole in the mattress right next to her hand. Jill and I jumped back in terror from the loud report. "If you don't do as I say, I'll shoot the both of you and bury you up in the woods. Nobody's ever gonna find you." "And if we do," said Jill. Scott gave us a pragmatic smile. "You take care of us real good and we'll get you and your little friend home nice and safe." "Promise?" The boys exchanged a grin and nodded. "Scout's honor," said Scott, raising his right hand. "Ok," said Jill, "what do you want me to do?" "Just take off them clothes; let us get a look at you first." She nodded and got off the cot. I was too terrified to even pull up my pants as she stripped. I'd never seen a naked girl before. She was beautiful beyond my wildest fantasies. The boys were a little in awe of her beauty as well. She had tiny budding breasts and a perfect little waist, with just a hint of pubic hair above her lips. She crossed her legs and tried to hide her secrets from the boys' hungry eyes. "I remember you," Scott exclaimed. "Behind your old house, before you moved away, remember?" "How could I forget," said Jill. "I would've fucked you then if your momma didn't catch us. I'm glad to get the chance to give you what you wanted back then." "You ain't gonna," I said defiantly. "Nobody asked you," said Scott as he dropped his pants. I gasped in amazement, for I'd never seen another boy's erect penis. I believed dimly in the back of my mind that I was the only boy to ever get a boner! Scott's penis was huge to my young eyes, his thick rod jutted out from a mound of curly hair and his heavy balls swayed up and down as he walked towards Jill. "Now, I want you to suck on mine the same way you sucked on your little friend's." Jill shivered as he placed his hands on her shoulders and forced her down to her knees in front of him. "Don't hurt me," she pleaded. "It won't hurt if you do it right," he sneered. She nodded and opened her mouth, taking in the tip of his cock. Scott began to moan as he grabbed the back of her head. Then, he forced it further in until she gagged. "You're going to choke her," I cried. "Shut up," said Steve. "Maybe its time we put that mouth of yours to work." I stared up at him wide eyed as he dropped his trousers, revealing a raging hard-on larger than Scott's. "What are you going to do to me," I asked. "Open your damned mouth, boy, and start sucking." I was terrified and mortified, but I had no choice, I opened my mouth just like Jill and accepted his rod into my mouth. It tasted of urine and sweat and I nearly threw up. I spat his cock out and wretched violently. "Go easy boy, you'll get used to it." Steve patted me on the head reassuringly like a puppy. I nodded and tried again, this time wrapping my fingers down at the base to try to control how much went into my mouth at one time. It didn't taste as bad, once it was coated with my saliva. "Oh hell yeah," said Steve as he thrust into my mouth. "This boy's a natural cock-sucker." I was actually a little proud of myself and tried to take a little more in. Steve's hands were on entwined in my hair as he slid in and out of my mouth and my fist was down now by the base of his balls. I found that if I relaxed my throat, I could slide him nearly all the way in. He loved it. At one point, I opened my eyes and saw Jill doing the same thing. Her face was bobbing up and down on Scott's rod, faster and faster, using her fingers to massage the base of his cock and generous nut-sack, which was growing tighter by the minute. "I'm feeling a little left-out," said Brad. He was already naked and positioning himself behind Jill, his cock lining up her virgin hole. "Hell no," Scott exclaimed. "I'm busting that cheery." He pulled his cock out of Jill's mouth and put her on the bed, with her legs wide open. "Wait," Jill exclaimed. "Can I have one request?" "Ok, what," said Scott. "I want Billy to be my first." Scott laughed. "You serious?" She nodded solemnly. "Please, let him have my cherry. He's my best friend. After that, I'll let all y'all have a turn." "What do you say to that, Billy boy?" I popped Steve's cock out of my mouth and looked into Jill's eyes. "Do you really want me to?" She nodded and opened her lips, exposing her tiny hole and untouched hymen. "It's all yours." How could anyone resist such a thing? I simply could not. Steve let me up and the boys actually slapped me five as I got down between her legs. "I love you," I said to her. "I know," she said. And then she grasped my little prick and guided it to her hole. It slid in with a slight pop, the sensations of her tight-warmth and wetness were overwhelming. I wriggled my hips back and forth a few times, trying to puzzle out the proper movement. "Not like that boy," said Scott. "You got to give it to her like this..." He grabbed me butt and forced me forward, driving my little prick all the way into her. Jill gasped in surprise and pleasure as I sank in to the hilt. "Oh. Billy," she exclaimed. Scott held my ass and drove me back and forth, giving my hips far more power than I could've managed on my own. I felt a rising heat in my little balls growing until my rod began to twitch like crazy inside of her. I pumped back and forth on my own now, harder and faster as my first orgasm overwhelmed me. "What happened," I said breathlessly, as my prick shrank and left her. "You had your first nut," said Scott, with a wink. "Now it's my turn. Get off." I obeyed and he took my place between her legs. His cock was so huge compared to her tiny hole, how would it fit? He dabbed some spit on the tip of his prick and grasped it tight, lining it up. Then, he put it against her lips and rubbed the spit around, causing Jill to gasp with pleasure. "Do it, Scott," she exclaimed. Scott thrust forward and drove his prick into her pussy. Jill shrieked in pain and ecstasy. We watched him pound savagely into her, again and again, knocking her head against the wall and making the springs of the mattress squeak loudly. "You wanna give it a try," Steve whispered into my ear. I had no idea what he meant, since I'd just done the same thing to her. His hand ran down my body, sending shivers through my spine, probing lower until he found the crack of my ass. His finger left briefly, but returned wet, lubricating my asshole. "You can't mean," I said. I felt his prick against my spine. "That's right. Right up in that little ass of yours. Lay back and open your legs." I was weak-kneed as he put me on the carpet. I looked at Jill and Scott, whose eyes had rolled into the back of her head in ecstasy. Brad got up on the cot and shoved his prick into her mouth, and she sucked wantonly on his rod as Scott continued to pound her. Steve was kneeling between my legs and I was on my back with my legs in the air, my little prick was as hard as a spike already and my asshole was wet and twitching in the breeze. His prick looked enormous. He put it against my butt cheeks and pushed. I screamed. The thing just wouldn't go in; my butt was just too small. After all, I was only nine and he was at least fifteen. "Damned, this boy's tighter than a knot-hole," said Steve, grunting with the effort of squeezing that rod into my tender innards. Just then, Scott grunted and pulled his cock out of Jill's pussy. "Gonna come all over you, bitch," he groaned, grabbing his rod and pumping furiously, he emptied his balls all over her belly and tiny breasts, soaking her. His cock was soaked in blood and slick with our cum. I realized years later that my little dick had never pierced her hymen even though I was the first to ever fuck her. Jill caressed his cock as the final spasms racked through him. Spent, he climbed off her and saw me and Steve in that awkward position. Jill was unable to comment, on my predicament, because Brad still had his rod down her throat. "What seems to be the trouble," said Scott to Steve. "It just won't fit up in there," said Steve, and every time I think I got it, he squeals 'til I take it out. "Give him a good rim job, and then use your fingers until he's used to taking something up there," said Scott. "You want me to lick his asshole," said Steve. "Hey, you wanna fuck him, you gotta get him ready," said Scott. "It's only fair." "Shucks. Ok little guy," said Steve. Put your legs up by your ears and open up that little ass hole." "Like this," I said eagerly, putting my feet behind my ears and spreading my cheeks wide with my fingers. "Look it that, it looks sweet, like a little pussy," said Steve. "Give her a try," said Scott. Steve needed no further coaching. He went between my legs and ran his tongue over my balls and around the rim of my brown asshole. I moaned with delight as the tip of his tongue found the center of the hole and slipped up inside me. Then, he began to wiggle it back and forth, causing my balls to jerk with spasms of pleasure. Suddenly something touched my cheek. I opened my eyes to see Scott was straddling me, his prick was resting close to my nose. "I thought I'd offer you the chance to lick this clean," he said. I nodded and took it in, drinking in the taste of him and Jill and me. It was incredible. The sensations in my throat relaxed my lower muscles to the point I hardly noticed when Steve replaced his tongue with a finger. He slid his middle finger up past the second knuckle before I realize it was up me. "Now try two," I heard Scott say. I felt the second finger wok its way into my ass, and this time I didn't resist. I let my muscles go and accepted it willingly, allowing his as much access as he wanted. "Hell yea, that's better," said Steve as he moved those thick fingers in and out of me. "He's getting ready." Scott was getting hard again in my mouth. The sensation of his prick growing larger and larger in my mouth was unbelievable. I sucked on him greedily, delighted to be servicing him any way he wanted. I felt Steve's fingers leave my asshole to be replaced by something larger. "We gonna give this another shot," said Steve. I nodded, too busy sucking cock to care. Steve grabbed my slim hips and pushed. This time the pain was intense, but not impossible. I relaxed and let him slide all the way up until I felt come shoot from my prick. "Look it that, you're tickling his prostate," said Scott. "Feels real good," Steve murmured and began to thrust. I bucked my hips in time withhis thrusts. Sometimes, I felt hot sticky liquid squirt from my penis as he invaded me over and over. Then, He began to quiver. "Gonna blow," said Steve. "Give it to him," Scott said as his rod began to spasm in my mouth. I felt Steve's hot sperm fill my ass a second before Scott let loose into my mouth. It tasted like salty cream and slid easily down my throat as he pumped in and out of my mouth like a jackhammer. both boys screamed in ecstasy and collapsed on top of me. A few minutes later, they recovered and climbed off. The three of us watched as Brad initiated Jill's asshole, the same way Steve had done mine. She took it in happily and reached a mind-blowing orgasm when he was pounding her. "Can I lick her clean," I asked Scott when he was done. He nodded and I fell on top of her. I licked her face and her breasts, her pussy and her asshole, any place I could find come on her, until she glistened with my saliva. Then, Jill returned the favor and sucked my cock and asshole clean. Then, we kissed for a very long time as the boys cheered us on. Scott sat down on the broken chair and motioned to us. "Come here you two," he said. We came to him obediently and climbed into his arms. First he kissed Jill, long and passionately, exploring her mouth with is tongue. Then, he stared into my eyes. I didn't wait for the invitation; I kissed him, drawing his mouth open and sucking on his tongue. He let it go on for quite a while before pulling away. "Now what are we going to do with you two," said Scott. "I was thinking that maybe we could come out here and visit you guys," I said shyly. "So you liked it then," he asked me. I nodded and so did Jill. "Can we come back all summer? Maybe we can play different games? We'll be your sex slaves, and you guys can be our masters." Scott laughed. "Boys, its gonna be one hell of a summer!"