Secrets of My Life

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 your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.

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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.

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Secrets of My Life

This is a true story. All names have been fictionized, and I’ve left the date a bit fuzzy, but the events described below really did occur. The location is real, but other names have also been made up.

It was in the mid-1960’s, and I was 4 months past my thirteenth birthday. My family consisted of me, Joe Smith, my two sisters, Sue, who was almost a year older than me, and Jane, who is slightly less than two years younger than me, and of course, our parents.

I had always been a fan of the Cleveland Indians. The mid 60’s was not a good time to root for them, as they had several seasons in a row with losing records. I also had a minor interest in the Browns, which is surprising because that was back when they were one of the best teams. Players like Frank Ryan, Jim Brown, Paul Warfield, and Gary Collins are still celebrated as heroes today.

We had come to a small town east of Columbus for a wedding between two people who were distantly related to my mom. As far as I knew, I’d never met them, or even knew they existed. We stayed at a motel near Lake Logan State Park. Even though it was late September, the weather was very warm.

I have only some memories of the place. It had two wings; one was a single floor section with small rooms. The other was a two-story section, with larger rooms. The top floor had some kind of blue surface around the windows. My dad gave into my mom and got a single room on the upper floor of the more expensive section. My sisters stayed in the room with our parents, while I used my boy scout tent in a clearing out beyond the parking lot. I remember thinking how cool it would be, but it seemed like cars came and went all night long, and the lights in the parking lot meant it never got dark. Peeing became a bit more difficult.

The first day there I wanted to use the pool. To do that I would need my suit, which was in my suitcase, which I had neglected to take to the tent. I knocked on the door, and my dad was up but not my mom or sisters. He asked if I was hungry and we went downstairs and had breakfast.

“Your sisters are probably up, but they are most likely taking showers and getting dressed,” my dad said as I finished eating. “I left a note for them to join us here.” He didn’t want me disturbing them, saying I could get to my suit later. I didn’t want to sit and wait; I was a morning person and this day had dawned hours ago already.

I remembered that behind where I had set up my tent there was a wooded area, and I decided to go exploring. At first, I had to make my way around tall trees and some brush, but I didn’t have to go far before I came to a trail. Using my boy scout knowledge, I used three rocks to make a triangle at the point where I’d come upon the trail, and set off to the deeper part of the woods.

After about fifteen minutes of walking I came upon a group of kids who were sitting along the side of the trail. They stopped me, saying I had to wait.

“My cousin had to pee, and she’s just off the trail up ahead,” a large boy said to me. “I’m Victor King.”

“Hi,” I returned. “I’m joe Smith.”

The others introduced themselves. Josh, the younger brother to Victor, and a brother and sister named Trish and Jason Murphy. They all looked to be around the same age as me, except for Victor. He was big, and had a sleeveless shirt on. I could see he had a few armpit hairs, and at that time I barely had grown any around my dick and had none under my arms. The boy also had something else I lacked: muscles. Even one of the other boys, Josh, looked stronger than me, which didn’t take much.

I was skinny, and had beanpole arms and legs. I began to feel self-conscious around them and was thinking about turning back when Elisha, the girl who had been peeing, returned.

“Who’s the wimp?” she asked.

“Just some kid,” Victor answered. “This is Elisha, my cousin,” he said to me.

She moved next to her cousin and whispered in his ear, but she wasn’t quiet enough. I heard her say, “Let’s have some fun with him. I’m getting bored just walking through the woods.”

My insecure feeling turned to panic. I got up and turned to run, but an untied shoe lace caused me to trip and fall. Victor was on me as I tried to rise.

“What’s the matter?” he said. “We’re not going to hurt you.”

“Yeah, we just want to know more about you,” Elisha said. “Take your shirt off, let’s see what you’re made of.”

Victor had released me, but he’d moved to block my retreat back down the trail. His younger brother joined him, and the two Murphy kids had stood up, but they looked confused.

“Why should I take my shirt off?” I asked. “I’m Joe Smith, and I’m thirteen, and I come from a town south of Cleveland. What else do you want to know?”

“I want to know what you look like without a shirt on,” Elisha said. “It isn’t a big deal, just take it off. What do you have to hide? Josh doesn’t mind being seen without a shirt.”

As soon as she said that, Victor’s younger brother pulled his tee shirt over his head and let it fall to the ground.

I could see that he had a good tan, meaning that he spent a lot of time outdoors without a shirt. I didn’t. I had a very light tan, gained only from times when I had a place to swim. I also noticed that unlike my skinny little arms, he had some muscles in his.

“See? Just a good-looking teen-aged boy. Now, take your shirt off.” This time, Elisha didn’t make it a request, she ordered it.

I tried to make a run for it, but I only got two steps before I was firmly grasped by Victor. My arms were pinned to my sides and when I still tried to pull away, he effortlessly lifted me from the ground.

I could hear a whispered conversation behind me, but this time I couldn’t make out any of the words. Victor held me for a few seconds, and then set me back on the ground with his arms still wrapped around me.

“Get his shoe laces,” he said, and Josh got on his knees and started pulling the untied one free.

I tried to kick, but now Elisha was next to him. She reached out and unfastened the button on my shorts. “I’ll reach in and squeeze your balls if you try to kick my cousin again,” she threatened.

With the button undone, I could feel my shorts slip a little every time I moved, so I held still. Josh had gotten one lace, and was then untying the other to pull it free.

“All you had to do was take your shirt off,” Elisha declared. I didn’t believe that was true, but right then there was nothing I could do and arguing with her wasn’t going to help. Josh now had both shoe laces.

Elisha made a motion with her hand and Victor quickly released me and then pushed his arms under mine and grabbed me again before I could move. That allowed Elisha to pull my shirt up and off.

“Tie his hands,” she said to her cousin.

The boy pulled my hands behind my back and instead of tying them at the wrist, he tied the shoelaces above my elbows, pulling them tight until it hurt a little. Then his brother let me go.

I struggled to move my hands, and as I did, my shorts slid to my knees. Victor grabbed me and lifted me again, and his brother removed the shorts.

I was set back on the ground, facing the other way. Trish seemed very excited to see me in nothing but briefs.

“We’re going to head that direction,” she said, pointing over my shoulder. “It took us twenty minutes to walk here from the trail head. We will wait there for an hour. If you want to get untied and get your shirt and pants back, be there before then.” Then, without any warning, she bent down and pulled my briefs to my ankles.

I was held in place facing Trish and Jason, who both laughed. Trish took several steps closer to have a better look at me, and even Elisha laughed.

“Thirteen? Shit, you don’t look a day past twelve,” she said. “Have a nice walk.”

“If anyone offers to untie you, tell them you lost a bet and to leave you as you are,” Victor ordered. “If you show up at the trail head with your arms untied, we will leave with your shirt and shorts and you can make your way home in your pretty little whitey-tighties.”

“He tried to kick me,” Josh said. He reached down and pulled my briefs back up to about my knees, then he grabbed both sides of the pee slot and pulled. The fabric ripped, leaving a wide opening where the double fabric used to cross. He pulled them back down to my ankles. “If he has to go home in just undies, I want him to feel a breeze.”

Laughing, they all headed down the trail.

I tried to find a way to pull my briefs up, but because of the way they tied my elbows I couldn’t do it. With them around my ankles I could only take small steps, so I stepped out of them. Without laces, my shoes were worthless, so I left them behind too. Barefooted, I knew I was not going to be able to move quickly. Even hiding would be a problem. All I could do was hope that there was nobody else on the trail that morning.

It was far from my luckiest day. I’d only walked for around ten minutes when three girls stepped out from behind trees on the side of the trail. They were all laughing. Two looked to be my age or slightly younger, and the third no more than eleven.

“The kids ahead of you said you’d lost a bet and we shouldn’t untie you,” the biggest girl stated.

“Uh, yeah, I guess,” I responded as I tried to get around them. But they blocked my path, laughing. As if things weren’t bad enough, my dick began to get hard, something that wasn’t missed by the girls. They laughed even harder. Then the oldest one said she had an idea. She stepped behind the youngest one and fiddled with the back of the girl’s head. When she stepped towards me a minute later, she had a pink ribbon. I couldn’t get away, and she tied it, tightly, around my dick just behind the head. They howled with laughter, finally parting to let me continue my journey.

I don’t know how long it took me to reach the trail head. My arms hurt from being bent back, and my feet were sore from walking down the rough trail barefooted. I cautiously approached the opening, my heart beating madly. I had lost the erection, but now faced with an empty spot facing a parking lot, it began to grow again, and twitched along with my heart beat. To my left there was one car parked far back.

I walked right up to the trail head, and then to my right I could see five kids sitting at a picnic table. They hadn’t seen me. “Hey, I’m here,” I shouted out to them.

They all turned, laughing. “We’re over here,” Elisha said. “We’ve got your clothes, but we’re about ready to leave, so you’d better hurry.”

I looked to my left. I could see a playground, and little kids were there, along with two older teens who were sitting on swings near where the little kids were. It was a boy and a girl, and they were kissing.

“If you don’t come here, we’re leaving with your shirt and pants,” Elisha yelled.

I didn’t have a choice. I stepped into the open meadow and moved as fast as I could to the right. I’d taken just four steps when I heard a dog bark behind me. Moments later, a girl started calling for Harley to come back.

The dog caught up with me when I was about half way to the picnic table. It didn’t bite, but it did jump at me. Fortunately, it was a small dog and couldn’t reach anything vital. It was more of a trip hazard than anything else.

The teen girl got there a few minutes later. Her eyes never strayed from my privates as she picked up the dog.

“Did those guys do this to you?” she asked, finally raising her gaze to my face.

“I, uh, lost a bet,” I said.

The girl turned to kids at the picnic table. “You’re an ass David. Untie him and give him his clothes back or I’ll have Roy come over here and leave you naked and see how you like it.”

The kid who said his name was Victor got up. I didn’t know anything about Roy, but he clearly did. He and his brother quickly had my arms untied.

“Now leave his clothes and get the hell out of here,” the older teen girl said.

As the five kids ran off, I was pleased to see that my shorts and shirt were on the table. I ran to put them on. I didn’t waste any time untying the ribbon first. The older girl was still standing there holding Harley the dog.

“Are you okay? I didn’t know two of them, but the others are bullies. I can get my boyfriend to deal with them if you want.”

“No, thanks for helping,” I said. “I don’t want to create a new problem. I’m not from here, and I’ll be gone the day after tomorrow.”

“Okay. Sorry to meet like that. It must have been horrible being naked. You’re lucky they did wait here with your clothes. They’re strong, but stupid.”

“Yeah, well, thanks again,” I said as I picked up the two shoe laces. “I’ve got to go back and get my shoes and underpants.”

“I’ll keep an eye on the trail head, and if they come back my boyfriend will deal with them. Good luck.” She turned one way and I the other.

Half an hour later I was back where I’d left my shoes. They were there, but my underpants were gone. I thought about the three girls and figured they’d taken them. I relaced my shoes and put them on, and hurried back to my marking.

It was approaching lunch time when I got back to the tent. I’d stopped in the cover of the wood to jack off, shooting my thin load onto the ground. I also removed the ribbon that one of the three girls had tied around my dick. Just before leaving the woods I peed.

There was a note caught in the zipper of my tent door that told me to come to the room as soon as I got back. I hurried into the motel.

Mom was pissed at me because she wanted me back an hour ago. She and Dad had something called a practice dinner to go to and wanted to make sure I was around before they left. She made it clear that Sue was in charge of me and Jane and that I was to stay with her and not go wandering off.

She had money for lunch, so we ate at the burger place next door. Then Sue said we were going swimming. “You’re all sweaty and stinky, so you need to shower first,” she said.

I grabbed my suitcase and got my trunks out and went into the bathroom. I showered quickly and we headed to the pool. I dove into the deep end, away from Jane. I was not able to get what had happened to me out of my mind. I hung onto the side and looked for where my older sister was. When I spotted her, my heart almost stopped.

She was sitting next to Trish and Jason Murphy, if that was their real name. And they were laughing. Not gentle, ha-ha laughing, but uproarious laughter. She looked at me and laughed even harder, and then used a finger to beckon me to join them.

I could have ignored it, but Sue didn’t give up easily. She’d get pissed if I didn’t obey; after all, Mom had put her in charge of me.

“Did you really wander through the wood completely naked?” she asked when I got there.

“I lost a bet,” I tried.

“Bullshit, he was scared shitless of this other kid. He let them strip him without even trying to fight back.”

“And his thing was sticking straight out from his belly,” Trish laughed. “It’s about this long.” She held her fingers about three inches apart.

“It’s bigger than that,” I stated.

“Oh yeah? Let’s go to our room and you can prove it.”

My sister laughed and dared me to go with Trish. I got up and moved away. I thought about going back to my parents room and getting dressed, but I remembered that I didn’t have a key.

All I had on was my bathing suit. There were no clothes in the tent. There wasn’t really any place for me to go, so I went back to the pool.

It wasn’t more than fifteen minutes later that another knife cut into me. Three girls had entered the pool area, and I knew them. Well, I didn’t know them, but I’d met them. Yesterday, on the trail. The oldest of them had tied a ribbon around my dick.

They knew the Murphy’s and met my older sister. Then Sue pointed towards me, and all three girls laughed. I knew they were sharing their experience. Soon, two other girls and a boy came out and went over to the same area. Once again, introductions were made, and not long after that a finger again pointed me out.

The group all got up and headed for the pool. All nine of them. Seven girls and two boys, and they headed right towards me.

I started to pull myself up on the edge to escape, but one of the boys I didn’t know put his hand into the back of my suit and gave a little tug while Jason pulled one of my arms back into the water. I was afraid they were going to pants me right here in the pool and started looking around for help. For the first time I saw that there were no adults present. The deep end of the pool had four or five girls and a couple of boys in it. Younger kids, including my other sister, were in the shallow end, and on the deck were another half dozen girls.

I was turned around and pushed up against the wall with one boy holding each of my arms. “Remember me?” the girl who had tied the ribbon on me asked. “I remember you. My sister gave me another ribbon. We’ll leave your underpants somewhere public. It was nice of you to write your name on the waist band.”

“No, please,” I begged. I probably should have stayed quiet as my pleading got the attention of some of the other girls who were close by. I had completely forgotten that all of my underpants had my name in them, as required by my boy scout troop.

The girl took in a deep breath and sunk down into the water. She grabbed the front of my suit and pulled it down and off. I was now naked in the motel’s pool.

“Yep, it looks like three inches to me,” my sister laughed. Her laughter attracted the attention of other kids. Soon, I was surrounded by kids, all laughing at me and jostling around to see me.

The boys holding my arms pulled me into shallower water, where my privates were just inches below the surface. I got hard, which drew more laughter, and any kids who hadn’t already gathered in front of me came around.

“Drag him out,” someone said. I resisted, but it was insufficient. I was dragged over to the back of the pool where a gate was and taken down a hill into a small garden. Now I was out of sight from anyone at the motel.

Held in place, my sister introduced Trish and Jason Murphy. “Niece and nephew of the groom, and soon to become cousins of ours.” Then Trish pointed to the three girls. “Beth, Carol, and Donna Smith, cousins of mine.” More and more kids were introduced. It turned out that all but of the girls were here for the wedding.

The boys released me, but I had no where to go. I was naked, and so embarrassed I thought I might pass out. I was touched, spanked, and laughed at for ten or fifteen minutes before my Sue called an end to it. “Will someone get his suit from out of the pool please?” she asked.

The crowd slowly returned to the pool area, and one girl did come back with my suit.

“My god, I’m surprised you didn’t die from embarrassment,” Sue giggled. “You’re so modest, and then to be seen naked by most of the kids who will see you at the wedding tomorrow.”

“I suppose you’re going to tell Mom and Dad,” I sighed.

“I should. But I won’t, on one condition. I know you just want to run away and hide, but instead you will return to the pool. Stay until all the adults get back, and then Mom and Dad will be in charge of you again.”

A party with fried chicken and sides was planned for a park near the lake that evening. The parking lot filled with a dozen cars, and Mom and Dad were at a loss to explain how a modest kid like me was suddenly the toast of the town. All the kids, especially the girls, wanted to be near me. For me, it was horribly embarrassing, knowing they had all seen me totally naked and hard just a few hours ago.

No young teen boy wants to sit in a hot church for three hours. Especially in a suit that he had outgrown. But that’s how I spent Sunday morning. Then the reception. It was after two before we got back to the motel.

My parents wanted to use the pool. They hadn’t been able to be in it since we had arrived. Other adults felt the same way, so the kids were told to find somewhere else to be.

For me, that was my tent. It was hot, and I kept the door open and folded back, but it didn’t help. I was thinking about taking a chance and trying to find the trail that would lead to Lake Logan. I mean, we were in a State Park by that name, so there had to be a lake. I was about to depart when I heard giggles and voices. I looked out the door and saw that twenty or more girls were shielding three naked boys in my direction. All of them were now my cousins. Jason Murphy was one of the boys, and the other two were the boys who had helped hold me in the pool yesterday. I stepped out of my tent and scrambled to put my shoes on.

“Stay where you are,” my sister yelled to me. “Do not make us chase you.”

The crowd gathered in front of my tent. I was ordered to strip, and complied. Now there were four naked boys and we were outnumbered at least five to one. “We’ll be back with your clothes when parents start asking where you guys are. Until then, you guys are free to do what you want and to go where you like.”

My younger sister hurried into the tent and grabbed my sleeping bag and pillow, and my older sister got my clothing.

“It’s boiling hot in there,” Jane said when she came out of the tent.

“If it gets too hot, you guys can go to the woods. If you aren’t here when we return, we’ll leave your clothing in the tent.” The girls ran off laughing, and now that we could be seen from the back of the motel or the parking lot, we all dived into my tent, which was only sized for three people. We were naked and in close contact with one another.

“Christ, they turned on us,” Jason said. “They got crazy after stripping you in the pool, and came for us. There was nothing we could do.”

Anyone in the parking lot could see into the tent through the open door. I pulled it closed, but it felt like the temperature rose ten degrees in the first minute.

“We can’t stay here,” I said. “We have to go to the woods.”

“What if we run into the kids we were with the first time I saw you?” Jason asked.

I didn’t have an answer, but as the temperature kept on rising, the question lost importance. I pulled back the door a little and didn’t see anyone. We scrambled out and ran naked into the trees.

“What kids were you talking about in the tent?” Bret asked. He and his brother Issac were the other two boys who had been stripped by the girls.

“They stripped Joe naked and tied his hands behind his back. Some of our cousins saw him.” Jason turned to me. “Sorry, I thought it was funny at the time. Now I see it isn’t.”

“At least you can cover up,” I said. “They made sure that I couldn’t.”

We’d gotten nearly to the trail and paused. “What do you guys think we should do?” There’s shade here, but we aren’t far from the trail.”

My point was made before anyone could answer. We heard voices from that direction. We all ducked low, and we could barely see them as three young boys passed. We wouldn’t have noticed them if they hadn’t made noise.

“I think a little closer to the motel would be better, Bret suggested. “But still in the trees.” We all agreed.

We talked, quietly, for an hour or so. Then I heard my father yell my name from where my tent would be. A second later, Mr. Thompson called for Issac and Bret.

“What are you guys going to do?” Jason asked.

“I’m not going out there naked,” Bret declared. His brother agreed.

We crept closer. I could see that my tent had been struck and packed. My sleeping bag was on the ground in front of it, and all of our clothing as well. Even though he hadn’t called his son’s name, Jason’s dad was there too.

“Those fools. Why would they leave their clothes in the bag and run off naked?” Mr. Murphy asked.

“My boy is far too modest to do anything like that,” my dad stated.

“My boys go skinning dipping frequently at home. I’ll bet they talked your boys into doing that. The lake is that way.” He pointed right at us. In the background, I could see a group of ten or more of the girls approaching. My two sisters, as well as Jason’s sister, were with them.

“Let’s go see if we can find them,” my dad suggested, and all three of the men headed right towards us.

There was no place to hide, and if we ran we’d be spotted. No other choices came to any of us. We stood and let them see us.

“The girls stripped us and left us naked,” Bret began as soon as our fathers were close enough.

“Really?” his dad asked. “And then after they left you just decided to hang out here instead of going back to the tent and getting your clothes?”

“They took our clothes with them,” Jason explained.

“We are checked out of the motel and ready to head for home, but nobody knew where the four of you were. Mr. Smith thought you might be in Joe’s tent, so he checked, and he found where you’d all hid your clothes in his sleeping bag. Don’t lie to me.” Jason’s dad sounded angry.

“Look,” Issac yelled, pointing towards the motel. “They are taking our clothes again!”

The adults all turned and looked. “Girls, thanks for the help, but leave the clothes, okay?” my dad yelled.

“Hell, I’ve got a better idea,” Issac and Bret’s dad said. “These idiots wanted to run around naked, let them pay the price. Tell the girls to bring their clothing here.”

“You mean to let them see the boys?” Mr. Murphy asked.

“Yes I do. Or we send the boys out to them.”

“Are you okay with this?” Jason’s dad asked my father.

“Girls, bring the clothing up here,” my dad turned and yelled. “There are four boys here who need them.”

The girls didn’t hesitate. As they arrived, our parents told them that we had tried to blame them for being naked. “Give them their clothing. You can stay until they are dressed and then we need to get going.” Our parents left, leaving the four of us naked in front of about half of the girls who had already seen us.

“Hands behind your backs,” my oldest sister demanded once the parents were gone.

“No,” I said. “Give us our clothes or I’m calling Dad back.”

“Go ahead and call for your daddy to come and rescue you,” Trish said. “We’ll leave, and as we pass them we’ll drop your clothing in the clearing and tell them you called us foul names. I’ve seen Jason get paddled on his bare rump, maybe we’ll be able to see all four of you get it.”

“Just do it,” Jason muttered. “My dad will believe her. And he just might spank me in front of all of them. Your dad’s may decide to do the same to you guys.” He put his hands behind his back.

Issac and Bret immediately did the same, so I followed suit. The girls dropped everything except our shirts, which they wrapped around our eyes. I heard a bunch of buzzing noises and giggles. Then Sue said we could get dressed. “And hurry up, our parents want to hit the road.”

We all had erections. We hurried, not because our parents were eager to head for home, but because we couldn’t do what we wanted to get rid of the boners, but didn’t like the girls seeing them.

It wasn’t until four days after we got home that Sue told me what the noises were that I heard.

“Trish Murphy had a polaroid camera with her. She took four pictures, one of each of you, and gave them to us. Mine is well hidden, so tell Mom or Dad if you want. I’ll deny it. Just wait until you piss me off or say something disrespectful to Jane. There are a few girls I know that I can trust who would love to see the picture of you with your rod sticking up in the air.”

I believed she had such a picture, no other explanation existed for the noises I had heard. But I didn’t believe she’d ever show it to anyone. I used every chance I had to search her room, but I never found it. One day, shortly after calling Jane a bitch, a girl in my grade came up to me and described me perfectly. Even the color shirt that was had been wrapped over my eyes. Now it was possible that she hadn’t seen the picture, but I believed from then on that my older sister not only had the picture, but showed it.

Just before my high school graduation, she gave me a private gift – the picture.

“Five girls in total have seen it, not including Jane and I. You know that Barb was one of them. I’ll let you wonder who the other four were.”

I have since wracked my brain trying to think of any girl who suddenly started to act differently around me. I came up with over a dozen names. And to this day, I still don’t know which ones, if any, from my list had seen my then thirteen-year-old boner. Sue never once gave me even a single clue who they were. But I do believe that she did share it.

If you were in the State Park back in the 60’s, maybe you saw me too. If so, you know how true this story is.

The End

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