The following is a work of fiction and should be read as such. Resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are offended by reading about consensual sexual relations between teenaged boys or if it is illegal to do so where you are, then please leave now. Likewise, if you are not of legal age to read about such things you too should leave.
If you enjoy this story you may also like The Note' listed in the Highschool section of the Nifty archives in September 1999 or Mitch's Homecoming' listed in the Adult-Youth section from December 1999.
The city built a skate park behind my house two years ago. It didn't really bother my family or me but my neighbors sure had issues with it. I guess they didn't welcome the new construction. As much as I tried, though, I couldn't figure out what all the stink was about. The land they built it on was flood land anyway so who should care? It was about 3 acres in a small valley behind the row of houses that made up the last street in my neighborhood. Our house was uphill from the park and it was basically nothing but trees and woods from my back yard, down the hill, and to the concrete oasis they creatively called `Skateboard Park". My parents didn't bitch about the park because ... well just because they hardly bitched about anything.
I, on the other hand, was too busy worrying about more important issues than some stupid skate place. Don't get me wrong. I don't have any problems with skaters but I really couldn't care less where they skate so long as they aren't doing it right in front of me when I'm on my bike or something like that. If they wanted to do it in the field behind my house, why should I care? Well that's the way I felt at first. I was indifferent. At the beginning of this summer my opinion changed.
The wooded area between my house and the park isn't that thick and its actually only about 50 yards down the hill from our back porch. If I look out my bedroom window I can see most of the park. As I said earlier, I never really paid much attention to what went on but a few months ago, being bored with homework, I found my mind wandering as I stared at the guys doing tricks and busting their asses. I was probably watching for about 15 minutes or so before I realized that every so often some random guy would start up the hill toward our back yard. Since that area of the hill is more heavily wooded, I'd lose site of them after only a few feet. I shrugged it off, though, as I figured they were just firing one up and maybe wanted some privacy. I forced myself to concentrate and I finished up my English project.
After dinner I threw on some old clothes and set out to mow the lawn. I was inside the shed when I noticed the kid. He was about my age I'd guess. I'm pretty sure he didn't see me but I sure saw him through the window as he stepped out of the bushes that were directly behind the shed. I watched as he stepped up close to the wood shed. The only thing I could figure he was doing was pissing. He stood there for about a minute, stepped back, looked down and then turned and walked back through the bushes. I walked out of the shed and took a look behind it and saw a large dark wet spot on the outside wall and a pretty big puddle on the ground. Suddenly I realized that several guys must've pissed in that same spot or this dude had a huge bladder. Either way, it pretty much turned me on.
Looking at boys has always made me ... well, hard. No other way to put it really. I never wanted to kiss one or cuddle with one like I do with girls. But when I see a hot guy I get an instant boner especially if I'm lucky enough to see their dick. I have no idea what you'd label me because I really have no desire to do anything other than look but I suppose if you were bent on labels you could call me curious. Maybe it's a cop out but, whatever. I simply like looking at other guys.
I squeezed my boner a few times and went back into the shed, gassed up the mower and cut the grass. The whole time I was mowing I obviously couldn't stop thinking of the fact that this hot skater kid had his dick out of his shorts just a few feet away from me. This incident had opened new territory for my voyeuristic mind. Knowing that more than one guy used that spot really had me excited. It wasn't long that I'd decided to hide in the shed and see who else would walk up the hill and piss. As soon as I'd parked the mower I shut the door, sat down on the mower and waited.
After about 45 minutes I was ready to call it quits when I heard the rustling of leaves and branches that told me someone was walking up the hill. He burst out of the bushes and walked right up to the wall. From where I was sitting I could see the top part of his chest and up to his nose. The window was extremely dirty so I couldn't see much detail. Within seconds I heard his piss hitting the wall and I was hard again.
Now don't get me wrong. I'm not into other guys' piss. I don't want to drink it, I don't want it on me and I don't want to play with it. It's not like I'd freak out or anything but it wasn't the pee that horned me up but it was the idea that there was a naked dick on the other side of the wall. I was hard as a rock but was also frustrated. I was frustrated because I couldn't see his dick.
I watched as he casually stood there with his arms down his front holding his junk. He turned his head to the side and I saw him lean back a bit as the steady flow of piss continued to spray the wall. When he leaned back I could see most of his face and since I was sitting and he was standing I imagined what it would be like in these same positions if we weren't separated by the wall. I put my hand in my shorts and adjusted my dick. I was so hard it was hurting. Squeezing it, I began working my fist up the length of flesh and wishing I'd been more prepared and had some lube. The guy leaned forward and raised his shirt, bunching it under his chin. I knew he was adjusting himself. I heard the zipper, saw him turn and in seconds he was gone.
He was gone but my hard on wasn't. I leaned back in the seat and took off my shorts, getting myself ready for a mind-blowing whack session. Spreading my legs as wide as I could I grabbed my dick and pumped furiously. Without lube, though, the friction was uncomfortable. I spit into my hand and went back to working it. At some point I realized that I wasn't alone. I'd had my eyes closed, completely oblivious to anything other than the pleasure between my legs. Another dude was outside my shed relieving himself. As horny as I was I had to see this kid's dick.
Careful to not make any noise I slowly got off the mower and leaned toward the window. I almost had a heart attack when the dude put his face right against the window and peered inside. He didn't see me though. Since it was dark inside the shed, all he could see was his reflection but I got to see his face and he was fucking hot. He had short brown hair and was maybe a year younger than me I'd guess. Knowing I only had less than a minute to catch a peek of his dick, I sunk to my knees and desperately tried to find a crack in the boards. There were a few rays of sunlight coming through the wall so I easily found a large enough space to get a look. He was standing just to the left of me so all I could see was a side view but it was just of his pubes and maybe an inch or so of his shaft and, because he's one of those they likes to let it all hang out, his balls. I watched him casually scratch his left nut with his thumb and my cock ached. I had never been as hard as I was at that moment. With my eye glued to that hole I suddenly realized that he was turning to his left and all of a sudden his entire crotch was in perfect view.
I was fisting my cock like a madman watching this kid piss when I realized two things. One, my mouth was open and I had a craving to have his dick in my mouth. Two, I needed a bigger crack to see through. He zipped up his pants, turned and ran through the woods. I felt alone. I needed to see more of his dick. I needed to see other dicks. I needed to see every dick. I wanted him to put his dick in my mouth while I jerked off. I wasn't sure what I would do with it in my mouth but I still wanted it. I had to taste dick.
I sat on the floor and continued to stroke. Within seconds I groaned as my balls drew up in their sack. I tugged on them with one hand as I feverishly pounded my cock with the other. My head rolled to one side and then the other as I concentrated on milking my cock. The feeling was amazing as I felt the load building and work it's way through my nuts, up the shaft and erupt from my piss slit. My cock head was swollen and my cum spurted from it with more force than I'd ever experienced. I made a mess, for sure. I grabbed my t-shirt and gave it my best effort to wipe up the load. After a few minutes I caught my breath and walked outside and to the back of the shed seeing the evidence that those guys had been there.
During my shower the thoughts were coming at lightening speed as I tried to figure out the best way to see more dick. I knew the answer was to widen the cracks between the boards but I wasn't sure how to go about doing that. All I figured I needed was about a half an inch between boards and I'd be able to see with ease. I turned off the water and went to my room to lay down for a bit while I worked out a plan. I couldn't believe how exhausted I felt when I fell onto the bed and I just relaxed. Completely naked and on my stomach my dick began to stiffen and I leisurely worked my hips, pushing my dick into the mattress. I loved being naked.
I would drill a hole in the wall. That won't work because my dad would see it. I would remove one of the boards. That'd be too big of a hole. I could loosen a board and move it just a bit when a guy walks up but that might make noise or the movement might attract their attention. After an hour of intense thought and casual bed fucking, I was no closer to solving my problem. I was drawn to the shed. Finally refreshed, I jumped up, put on a clean pair of shorts, grabbed my bottle of lube and went outside. A quick look behind the small building told me that there had been recent visitors and I was disappointed that I'd missed them.
I went over the options again in my head. None of my ideas would work but I simply had to come up with something. I knelt on the wood floor and peered through the same crack I'd used to watch that hot kid. I could smell the piss brewing in the hot sun and once again my dick twitched with excitement. I stood and leaned against the wall, still wondering how I could get a better view of the outside. Staring at the opposite wall an idea suddenly came to me. I noticed the knots in the wood boards. I quickly dropped to my knees, searching the boards for a knot. I found the perfect one right in front of my face and just to the right of the crack I had used. It was about three inches wide and was already mostly rotten. I grabbed a hammer and smacked the knot a few times. After a few hard whacks the hammer went through the board and left a clean and perfectly round hole. I was ecstatic. It was perfect.
I didn't have to wait as long this time. About ten minutes after I'd knocked out the knot another guy made his way to the shed. This time I was ready to watch as I was already naked and on my knees. I saw him step up to the wall and pull the front of his shorts down so that just his dick was hanging over the top. My face was close enough to smell him. His dick twitched twice and the flow came out with force. I stood and looked out the window seeing that he was shaggy blonde. He was shirtless and sweat beaded on his chest and abs. He was probably my age, 15, and looked sort of familiar. I didn't know him but I know I've seen him before. He was fucking hot.
Looking through the hole again I noticed that he'd tucked his shorts under his nuts. I could see his whole cock. I also noticed that he was finished pissing and was lightly pinching his dick head with his finger and thumb. I watched as he pushed his shorts further down his legs and spread them slightly. I realized the kid was probably planning to whack it. His cock was getting longer as he continued to pinch and rub the head. Finally he wrapped his hand around his shaft and started thrusting his hips, sliding his dick through his fist. I watched in amazement as this stud worked himself with his hand.
I was stroking too. I had been about six inches from the hole when he first stepped up but as he started jerking I'd leaned closer. Suddenly he stopped. First one finger, then three, came through the hole. I backed away quickly and my heart was beating so fast I had no doubt he could hear it. His fingers slowly circled the edge of the hole and he started thrusting his fingers in and out like he was fingering a pussy. After a few seconds he stood again but this time his dick was lined up perfectly with the hole. His cock head was only an inch or so away from the hole. I leaned closer, thrilled with the fact that, if I'd wanted to, I could easily lick him.
Just then it happened. Slowly he let his cock slip through the hole in the wall. I moved my head back as he continued to push through. The smell was musky and intoxicating. I felt myself drawn to his rod and leaned toward it. I was careful to not actually touch his dick but I was as close as I could be without doing so. He began pulling out his dick and just at the point before his head disappeared, he thrust his dick back through with force. It almost hit my chin. Of course I was frantically stroking myself and completely lost in the new sensations of being stimulated by the close up look I was getting of another dude's dick, not to mention the smell of his crotch.
Right in front of my face, six inches of cock pulsed. I watched it rise and fall in tune with his breathing. I loved how the head was fatter than the shaft and how his pee hole was so deep. I imagined putting my tongue against the slit and running it across the smooth head, flicking the underside and feeling it throb against my lips. I wanted to impale my mouth with the cock and smell the nutty scent of his cock hair. All of this was going through my mind when he quickly pulled his cock from the hole and, as I jerked away, he knelt down and I caught a glimpse of his face. "I don't have all day, Man. Hurry up," he said.
My pulse raced and my whole body was on fire as I realized he knew I was there. He stood again and, just as quickly as he'd removed it, he shoved his boner back through the wall. I was paralyzed with fear and adrenaline. What did he mean? He obviously knew someone was in the shed but what did he want? My mind raced as I began to get a clear idea of what he was talking about and what he wanted me to do.
I stared at his meat as it throbbed up and down. It hypnotized me and drew me to it but I was frozen against the wall. Most of me wanted to bust through the door and race to the comfort of my room. Part of me wanted to taste him. He tapped on the wall. "Dude ... hurry up before someone else shows up!"
I reached toward his dick and touched the tip. It jerked upward and then settled on the top of my hand. I turned my hand over and wrapped it around his cock and heard him moan. As I stroked his dick he slowly worked his hips back and forth fucking my fist. Slowly I moved my face to him and let my lips brush against his dick head. I turned my body to face him and kissed the head and felt it swell against my lips. Holding the shaft, I opened my mouth and put his head on my tongue. Closing my lips around his cock, I felt satisfied and I was hooked.
I had a cock in my mouth but that's all I knew to do with it. I held it on my tongue and just licked the underside and piss slit. The kid knew what he wanted me to do with it because he began pushing and pulling his dick through the hole. As he pulled away, my mouth followed until I was pressed against the wall. He continued to thrust in and out as I provided him my mouth and throat to fuck.
Over and again his cock thrust into me. I loved the taste and feel of his meat forcing its way down my throat. My hands were pressed against the wall, partly to steady myself against the force of his fucking and partly because I longed to reach through the wall and grip his ass as he rode my mouth. My eyes watered as I struggled to not gag. Then he stopped. I wasn't ready for it, but he didn't care. In the same split second that it took me to wonder what was happening, I knew. He was cumming.
The first splash was in my throat but he pulled out so that just the head was resting on my tongue and blasted three more heavy shots onto my tongue. A few twitches later and he'd dumped his entire load in my mouth. He was done with the violent thrusting but he lazily rubbed his dick across my tongue and made sure that I'd received every drop that he had to offer.
I swallowed.
His cock was ripped from my mouth, and with a quick "Thanks" over his shoulder he was gone.
I was still on my knees.