Date: Mon, 19 Oct 2009 13:05:35 -0700 (PDT) From: Noone Special Subject: Secrets in Grandma's Backyard The following is a work of complete fiction. Any similarity between this tale and real life locations, events, or persons is purely coincidental and unintentional, although I'd be blown away if a similar story hasn't occurred somewhere in this vast, perverted world of ours. Secrets in Grandma's Backyard By No One Special I guess it all started when my grandma fell. She broke her hip and her elbow, and she had to go to the hospital. Mom got really upset when she found out. Her and Grandma had been arguing about something since before I was born, but as soon as she got off the phone, she rushed me over to the neighbor's and asked them to watch me until she got back from the hospital. She didn't come home for two days, and when she finally did, she told me that we were moving in with grandma. I wasn't too upset about the prospect. The apartment we'd been living in since Dad left was a dump. It smelled terrible, and there were bugs everywhere, and more than once would we see rats running around in broad daylight. Most of the neighbors were loud and obnoxious, and almost nightly would we hear people screaming and fighting, and even hitting each other. There were only a few other children around for me to play with, almost all of which were older than me and most were frequently mean to me. After only a few hours of packing the little shithole apartment looked as though we'd never even lived there. We loaded everything we owned into mom's beaten down station wagon and drove out into the suburbs. We arrived late, it must have been after six. We'd barely had time to unpack my bedding and my stuffed buffalo before I passed out. My mom told me Grandma wouldn't be home from the hospital for at least two weeks, maybe even a month or two, so she wanted us to take care of her house until she returned. She had to go out and find a new job, and it was only June, so first grade was still months away, which left me in the position of having nobody to watch me during the first few days of our new residency. I suppose if I'd had a more responsible mother, that might have been a problem; however, I was quite accustomed to being left alone for long periods of time in much more dangerous environments. I spent the morning in my underpants watching one cartoon or another. As noon approached, I made my way to the kitchen to pour myself a bowl of cereal (the only food I was allowed to make while home alone). It was in there that I first heard them. A pair of older boys were sneaking into my grandma's backyard. I was unsure of what to do and more than a little scared. The both of the boys must have been in, or at least very near, their early teens, and there was little doubt that either one of them could whip my butt if they wanted to. On the other hand, I was bored and lonely and in desperate need for some human companionship. From what I saw, they both had that air of boyhood mischief that virtually guaranteed a good time. So I ran over, slipped on a pair of baggy blue shorts, and shot out of the backdoor. I couldn't see them at first, but after a few minutes of exploration, I heard sounds coming from the ancient shed that had once been a playhouse to my mother. Using every bit of stealth I'd learned in my six years, I creeped over to the only window and rose to my tippy-toes to look inside, using the windowsill to lift myself just a little bit higher. I could see the two boys inside. One was leaning with his back against the wall, the other was kneeling, his face buried in his friend's crotch. The window was grayed and filthy and the inside of the shed was dark, and I couldn't make out many details. I shuffled a bit to try to rise a little higher for a better view, and I guess the movement caught the standing boy's attention. "Shit!" he almost screamed, pushing his friend away and scrambling to refasten his pants. The boy on his knees turned and saw me and made a dash for the door. I was so surprised at being discovered that I lost my balance and fell on my butt, recovering from which cost me precious seconds. I crawled back to my feet and tried to flee, but I didn't even make it halfway back to the house before the black haired one--the one who'd been on his knees--tackled me. I struggled and screamed and kicked, but he effortlessly pinned me to the ground before his blond friend emerged from the fort a moment later. "Who is it?" the blond boy called, looking around nervously to see if my cries had drawn any attention, although I doubt he could see anything beyond the five-foot fence that surrounded the backyard. "Some little kid, I've never seen him before," my captor answered, covering my mouth with a dirty palm to silence me. "Did he see anything?" "I don't know," the blond boy answered as he approached us. He squatted next to us and offered a comforting smile down at me. "If Devon lets you go, kid, do you promise to keep quiet?" I nodded quickly, and the much bigger boy reluctantly uncovered my mouth. I was tempted to plead for my hide, but didn't say a word. "What's your name, kid?" Devon, the black haired brute asked, his voice a curious cross of intimidation and kindness. He didn't let me go like his friend promised, but he did loosen his grip considerably. "K-Kevin," I stuttered. "Please don't hurt me, I was just lookin'!" The two boys exchanged brief glances. "We ain't going to hurt you, Kevin," the blond boy promised, although Devon didn't seem to share the sentiment, "but you need to tell us what you saw." "Nothin'!" I insisted, and it was close to the truth. I didn't have nearly the knowledge required to interpret the few seconds I'd observed. "Let him go," the blond boy ordered. "But he--" "You're not going to tell anyone about this, are you Kevin?" I shook my head vigorously at the question, and after another moment of consideration, Devon released me. I scooted a safe distance away, brushed off a bit of dust and looked up at the older boys. "Where did you come from," the blond boy questioned. I pointed at the house, and the boys exchanged curious glances. "What were you doing in there," Devon asked gruffly. "It's my grandma's house," I answered meekly. Both boys seemed surprised by the revelation, and I heard Devon mutter "didn't think the old bat had ever gotten laid" under his breath. "Isn't she in the hospital?" the blond boy asked, and I nodded. "So whose staying with you right now?" "My mom," I answered, "but she's not here right now." "When is she getting back?" Devon asked. I just shrugged in answer; I honestly didn't know. The boys looked at each other again, their faces turning wicked, mischievous. "We really shouldn't," the blond boy protested, although his impish grin remained in full force. "You know you want to, Steve," Devon answered. They both grabbed one of my hands and effortlessly lifted me to my feet, both clapping me on the back and gently pressing me back towards the fort. "Do you want to know what we were doing in there, Kevin?" Devon asked, his voice low and conspiratorial, purposefully implying that it was some great secret. I'm not sure if I was more relieved that they were not, in fact, about to beat the snot out of me or excited about being included in the activities of 'big boys'. I nodded my head with brimming enthusiasm. They led me into the dark little shed and shut the door behind us, flipping a little latch to lock it. "This is a really big secret," Steve, the blond haired beauty informed. "You have to promise not to tell anybody before we show you. That includes your mom and dad, your grandma, anybody except the two of us." I agreed, going through all the childish vows of secrecy my young mind could remember, needle through my eye and all. The older boys giggled and, after reminding me how important it was that I never tell a soul, they pulled out a small collection of magazines from a hole hidden under a rotting board. I gasped a little bit; the one on top had a picture of a naked woman on the cover. I'd seen my mom naked once by accident; I'd had to go the bathroom and she was just getting out of the tub. She screeched at me to get out, and I thought she was going to punish me for it, but she never mentioned it again. The incident--not to mention how adamantly the older boys had enforced the fact that this had to be kept secret--had given me a strong impression that little boys weren't supposed to see naked women. Still, it was a secret, and mom wasn't supposed to find out...and I was a little boy. Little boys are curious about anything and everything, especially about things they're not supposed to know about. Before long, I was sitting in Steve's lap on the filthy floor, flipping through the pages of one of the magazines, concentrating so hard at my impromptu anatomy lessons that I barely even noticed the older boy's hands roaming and rubbing my little boy. I was so engrossed that at first I didn't hear Devon's question. Realizing he'd spoken to me, I snapped out of my daze and looked up with a very intellectual sounding "Huh?" The older boy chuckled. "I asked if you know anything about sex. You know, fucking and stuff." I let out a little gasp at his use of the f-word, but I got over it quickly enough and shook my head. He snatched the magazine out of my hand and replaced it with another. I took one look at it and my eyes almost bugged out of my head. The cover showed a naked man and a woman. The woman had the man's enormous cock wrapped in her wicked grin. I glanced up at the two older boy's, who seemed quite amused by my surprise, then back down at the cover. "She's giving that man a blowjob," Steve explained. One of his hands was rubbing my tummy pleasantly, the other was resting on my thighs. To me, it looked more like she was sucking on it, what with her cheeks puckered in like that and all, and I innocently said so. Both boys burst into laughter, and as their fit subsided, Devon opened the magazine and began helping me thumb through it. Like the other one, it was filled with naked women, but unlike the other one, it also had many hairy, muscular, naked men, many of whom were doing things with the women that I couldn't even begin to understand. "But-but why are they doing that stuff," I asked nervously, looking up at my mentors in utter confusion. "Because it feels fucking awesome," Devon exclaimed. Steve's hand, the one on my thigh, chose that moment to travel north, cupping my immature little crotch through my shorts. I let out a shocked little gasp, temporarily forgetting all about their porn. "He's got a boner," Steve stated evenly, his voice heavy with lust as his hand began massaging my tiny organs. He kissed the top of my head and whispered in my ear "We're going to show you something really, really special now, okay Kevin?" I just nodded, wondering what could be more special than their collection of smut. Steve lifted me up just a little bit, and Devon grabbed my waistband, pulling both my shorts and underwear off in one quick tug. It was the first time I could remember being naked in front of anyone but my mother. My hands went to cover my modesty, but Steve's hand began gently nudging them away. "It's okay, Kevin," he whispered. "We're all boys here, we all have the same stuff down there." I could feel my cheeks on fire, but I couldn't deny his logic, and so I reluctantly surrendered, allowing him to push my hands away and reveal my little two inch stiffy. With two fingers, he began gently stroking the little thing, his other hand traveling down to play with my tight little sack. After a minute of gentle manipulation, he managed to pull my foreskin back over my glans, revealing the little purple helmet I only half knew existed. "Have you ever played with it like this before," Steve asked softly in my ear. I shook my head, and in doing so looked up from my own crotch long enough to notice that Devon had pulled his pants down and was currently stroking his own five and a half inch cock. I was a little surprised by how much bigger it was than my own, and the few strands of soft, black hair above it. I mean, the ones in the magazine were HUGE and HAIRY, much more so than Devon's, but they belonged to men. Not just ordinary men either; big, muscular, 'I'll be back' type men. And, as impressive and unforgettable as they were, they were also just pictures; Devon's was the real thing, flesh and blood and a mere two feet from my face. "Hand me some of the lube," Steve instructed his friend, snapping me out of my trance. Devon's right hand never even slowed down as he did as Steve asked, handing the boy a small tube of something. I let out a little disappointed whimper as Steve stopped his ministrations that made both boys grin. Fortunately, it was a very brief hiatus, just long enough for him to unscrew the cap and smear a generous helping on his hands, which he then quickly applied to my groin. When his slicked up fingers slid across my hyper-sensitive little glans for the first time, my hips bucked up off the ground and I let out a shocked cry. Steve promptly clamped his free hand over my mouth and used the one stroking my little pecker to force my hips tightly against his own. "Shh, it's okay, I know you're going to like this, Kevie," he promised softly, neither hand showing any intention of doing anything else. Quite the opposite, the hand masturbating me seemed to speed up. I tried to pull the hand on my mouth off, but he just shushed me and reminded me that "This has to be a secret, so I have to keep you quiet." My hips were bucking on their own accord. My hands, instinctively seeking something to clutch onto, remained latched onto the arm he was using to muffle me. The pleasure was indescribable and unprecedented to me, my muted whimpers echoed in the small confines. After only a moment of this, Steve stopped unexpectedly and I cried out in disappointment. Fortunately, it was only to undo his own zipper and pull his boyhood out of his pants. From the feel of it, it was about the same size as Devon's, which, to my pre-school perspective, was enormous. As he resumed jerking me, he began humping me in time with my own instinctive thrusts. "This is so fucking dirty," Devon panted, taking a step forward and squatting a bit to rub his pecker against my face as he stroked himself. "Corrupting a little fucking kid. So goddamn hot!" Steve lowered his head and whispered a gentle instruction in my ear. I obeyed without even pausing to think, reaching out and grabbing Devon's turgid member. "Oh shit!" he exclaimed, my actions apparently sending him over the edge. He practically exploded all over my face. Shocked and gasping at his apparently unexpected orgasm, his knees buckled and he fell onto his butt in front of us. My own unprecedented orgasm was only a moment in following. It was a good thing Steve had my jaw in a vice grip. As the waves of ecstasy hit, I bucked and screamed, my grip on his arm tightening to the point where my fingernails broke his skin. The sensation was so intense, so unbelievable, so dumbfounding, that it was actually painful, yet wonderful at the same time. My muscles were rigid, and when they finally relaxed, my head lolled to the side and my vision darkened. I felt dizzy, but I don't think I actually fainted. My little organ was much too sensitive to put up with Steve's continued ministrations, so I weakly pushed his hand away, my exhausted mind registering a bit of surprise when he complied. Instead, his hands grabbed the sides of my hips, and he continued rubbing his dick in my little crevasse. "You ain't trying to fuck him, are you," Devon asked nervously. "No," came the grunted reply, "Just dry-humping." I leaned back into his bouncy embrace, wishing he'd stop and just cuddle with me, but at the same time perfectly compliant and willing to do whatever he wanted. Fortunately, it didn't take him long to achieve his own climax, which, unlike his dark-haired friend, was apparently dry. He collapsed, my little body rising and falling in time with his heavy respirations. "God you're a hot little shit, Kevie," he panted, ruffling my hair with the hand not covered in the slimy lubricant. His hands wrapped around me in a gentle hug. "How long are you going to be staying at your grandma's?" "Mom says we live here now," I answered honestly, my arms resting on his as I nuzzled back into him, utterly content. I slowly drifted off to sleep, completely oblivious to the splattering of semen dripping down from my face.