One Hot Day
By Aldric

Copyright 2009 by Aldric, all rights reserved.

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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 non-fiction.
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One Hot Day

It was hot. No adjectives would do justice to describe just how hot it was, it was just simply hot. There was no wind at all and bright sunshine burned the ground. The humidity was so high that even sitting in the shade made the sweat pour off your body.

The creek looked inviting. It was a small but fast moving stream, and right on a steep bend there was a wide spot where the water slowed down and the bottom looked like it was four or five feet down.

I hadn't come here to swim or to fish, but rather to just get out of the house for a while. Even in this heat, just being alone in the woods was better than doing nothing in the house. My family had moved here the day after my school year ended and I didn't have any friends. I didn't really leave any behind at the old house. There was a couple of kids that I had fun with once in a while, but mostly kids either ignore me or make fun of me. I don't know why, but they do.

It isn't like there's something wrong with me. I'm not handicapped or ugly or fat or skinny. And nobody knows the real me, no one has ever gotten close enough to me to know me. But all the kids seem to sense somehow that I'm different. So being alone is better, or at least easier.

But boy was it hot. And the wide spot in the creek sure looked inviting. I had never been skinny dipping in my life, in fact I don't think I've ever been naked anywhere except my room or the bathroom since before I was five years old. And it's been seven years since I was five years old.

I closely checked around the shallow areas on the inside of the bend and saw no footprints. The creek had a sandy bottom here and the creek was low, leaving an approach path twenty feet wide that had just a layer of soft sand and some mud on it. And there were no tracks in it at all.

I took my shoes off and walked part way in and then looked behind me. Every step I had taken was visible all the way back to the rocks that defined the bank. And there was no flow to fill in the holes my feet had made. My footprints would remain visible for days or weeks as far as I could tell.

I could swim in my shorts, but with this humidity it would take hours for them to dry and walking around in this heat with wet shorts and underpants would be very uncomfortable. Besides, there was something daring about swimming nude. I don't normally take risks, but since puberty kicked in about six months ago anything that seemed daring and involved nudity was suddenly appealing.

But I sure didn't want to get caught, so I was being careful. I backed out of the creek and went back to the small path that had brought me here. Here and there were some old footprints and a couple of bike tire lines but none of them appeared to have been made recently. I scanned the trees and saw no other paths. I hadn't heard anyone since I had entered the woods. I was alone now, I was sure of it, and I was someplace that other people didn't come to very often.

Because of the bend in the creek there wasn't any place to hide my clothing except on the other side of the path, which would be a problem if I did hear someone coming because I'd have a lot of ground to cover in order to get to them from the water.

But I was alone. There was no sound except the babbling of the creak and the sound of insects. The dare to be naked and separated from my clothes while outdoors called to me. I wasn't hard, although I could feel my dick grow slightly from the thought. But what if I did get caught? What would happen if kids came by?

I picked my shoes up and carried them back to the path and beyond. I had to go several steps into the grass before I found an old log that I could hide my clothes behind. I took my shirt off and added it to my shoes and then I stood there listening.

There was still no sound beyond the now fainter sound of the creek and the always present insects. I dropped my shorts and stood there in my boxers.

I thought about just swimming in my boxers. It would be almost as daring as being naked, but not the same. And I wanted to experience skinny dipping, not boxer dipping. Today was the day to do it. It was too hot for anyone else to be out here and the lack of prints meant that people didn't come here that often anyway. And if someone did come I could hold my breath and duck under the water until they passed. They wouldn't see my clothes back here behind the log.

I pushed my boxers down and stepped out of them. My dick rose a little from the new experience of being released outside. I stood there and listened again but there was no change. Even naked in the shade sweat was still pouring down my face and chest.

I made my mind up and ran back to the path and over to the creek. The water wasn't cold but it was a lot cooler than the air and it took a few minutes before I dared go in above my waist. The bottom along the curve was deeper than I had thought—standing on the bottom by head was six inches below the surface.

And it felt great. I was no longer hot and sweaty, instead I was outside naked with small fish nibbling at my toes. My clothes were fifty feet away. I looked over and realized because of the curve I couldn't see where I had left them, but it didn't matter because I was alone.

I explored the bend in both directions. It was deepest where it was cutting into the bank and there was a channel feeding it on the upstream side where the water was colder but it still felt good. Downstream there was a sandbar, which was the reason the water was so deep. Beyond the sandbar the creek fell five feet in what was almost a waterfall. I played there for a few minutes, enjoying the feeling of the hot sun on my bare body while cold water splashed all around me.

I didn't keep track of time but I'm sure an hour had passed since I first entered the creek. I climbed up on the far bank and explored the area above the curve. As soon as I was out of the water the heat and humidity returned. I found spot on the side of a hill where I could see a river. The creek I had been in obviously ran down the hill and added its water to the river. My sweat, and some of my pee, was by now in the steam. I sat there and watched the water flow. This was much better than sitting in the house.

It would have been better to have someone to share this with, but I was pretty sure about what would happen if I did. So it was better to be alone, although it was starting to get a little boring. I slowly made my way back to the creek and took one last dip in the cool deep water before making my way back to my clothes. I decided that I would return here tomorrow.

Instead of finding my clothes I found a sheet of paper. It was white lined paper, just like every kid in school has. And someone had written in pencil with very neat handwriting the following: "We have your clothes. Follow the trail down to Green River and go downstream to the railroad bridge. You'll find another note there."

The paper said 'We.' Plural. More than one. I went back to the trail and sure enough there were fresh tracks on it. But they started right at the bend. I went back to where I had left my clothes and noticed the grass was bent over. Whoever had come hadn't come down the trail but rather from beyond the log I had hidden my clothes behind.

My stomach gurgled as a bit of panic set in. I could not go home like this. That would involve several blocks of houses, streets, and cars. Kids bored and staring out of the windows of their houses. And it was never too hot to come out and laugh at the naked teenager running down the street.

Fully alert for any sound now I slowly made my way down the path. It ran next to the creek and the flowing water made it hard to hear much, but I listened anyway.

I guessed it took a ten minutes before the land flattened out and I came to what must be Green River. The river was flowing to my left so I looked that direction. A bridge was visible in the near distance, maybe a little less than a mile away.

I looked at the new path and saw there were many tracks here, human, bike, and what I guessed was a dog. The number of tracks was not a good sign for it meant that this was an area that had a lot more traffic on it. I could see across the river and realized that anyone over there could see me pretty clearly too. Beyond the train crossing I could see sunlight reflecting off of the windows of house set up on the top of the hill.

There was no reason to keep listening at this point. There was no shelter and few places to hide. I needed to get to the bridge, so I ran. I ran at a pace my experience told me I could maintain all the way to the bridge and somewhat beyond if necessary. I was glad this trail was mostly sand and clay with only a few rocks or this would have been murder on my bare feet. Although in the dry patches the sand was hot.

The sweat was really pouring off of me by the time I reached the bridge. I found out that running while naked is not as much fun as I might have thought as my dick kept swinging around and slapping my balls.

I expected to meet my new enemy under the bridge, but there was nobody there. But another piece of paper was sticking under a rock about ten feet up the bank. Without shoes I had trouble reaching it, but I finally made it.

"Go under the bridge and up the bank on the other side. There is a tee shirt there. When you find it, lie down on the ground, tie the shirt over your eyes, and beat off. Don't take the tee shirt off of your eyes until we signal you."

Now the real panic was taking hold. I was in unknown territory and being told to beat off in public without being able to see who was watching. I thought again about going home and letting them win this round. But then I thought again about running the eight blocks from the edge of the woods to my house. And the fact that my house was locked up tight and the key wasin the pocket of my shorts.

The tee shirt was nearly to the top of the bank, right along the side of the bridge. There was some grass here but absolutely no protection at all. I wanted excitement and now I was getting it. I examined the shirt. It smelled of sweat and was a size just a little smaller than me. The initials MJ were written along the inside of the collar. I was pretty sure they didn't stand for Michael Jordan.

I sat down and tied the shirt as best I could over my eyes, but I left a little space along the bottom where I could see if anyone was coming up the slope from the river. I tried to get comfortable, but the sun was baking me and there were rocks in the grass. I was able to get hard, but not able to keep any image in my head that would lead me to shooting.

I heard them coming two minutes before they found me. I could hear them talking, then the squeak of rubber on steel as a hand break on a bike wheel was used. Then the sound when I was discovered.

"What the hell do we have here?" a male voice said.

I guessed that was the signal I was told to wait for, so I pulled the shirt off from over my head. There were four boys there. Two I guessed were a little younger than me and the other two my age or a little older.

"What's your deal hotshot?" one of the older boys asked me.

"Where's my clothes?" I asked back.

"You don't know where your clothes are? What makes you think we would know?"

"Aren't you the guys who took them? The one's leaving the notes with instructions for me?" I looked closer at them. They wore board shorts and pull-over shirts. Tied to one of the bikes was a tackle box and another one had some short rods and reels. I was suddenly pretty sure that they didn't have a pad of notebook paper or a pencil with them.

"You mean somebody stripped you and made you lay here beating off?" one of the younger boys asked.

"Kind of. I was skinny dipping and when I came out my clothes were gone." I stood up and covered my erection. "I don't suppose I could borrow something from you guys, could I?"

"Sucks to be you," one kid said. "We don't have anything to share with you."

"Wait, maybe we do," one of the older kids said. He opened up a saddlebag on his bike and got something out. I couldn't see what it was but it wasn't clothing. He walked down to me and moved around to my back.

"Put your hands behind your back and make a fist with each hand," he said.

I started to turn around but the other kids grabbed me. One of the younger ones stood in front and said, "Do what Scott said or I'll kick your balls in."

I didn't want to have him kick me and there was no way I could defend myself from him if he tried, so I moved my hands to my back and made two fists. My wrists were forced together and something wrapped around them and pulled tight. Then another one was put around closer to my elbows and also pulled tight.

Then the tee shirt was pulled back over my head and I heard the unmistakable sound of duct tape being pulled off a role. The tape went over the shirt and around my head, completely blinding me.

"What are we going to do with him Scott," the boy who had threatened to kick me asked. "Can we take him back to the houses?"

"Naw, we'd get caught for sure. Bring my bike, we'll just take him over the ridge a little ways and leave him there."

I didn't like the sound of that, but an arm went over my shoulders and I was pushed up the hill. To my horror I could feel a curb and then cement under my feet—we were crossing a street!

Then we moved back into some shade and grass for a few steps, followed by hot asphalt. Then more grass for many steps. Then I was turned around and pushed back until my legs hit something solid. My knees bent and I ended up sitting on what felt like a picnic bench.

"You're at a rest area on a bike trail. Somebody will find you soon. Until then, you're in the shade, so have a nice day. By the way, I don't know you, what's your name?"

Without even thinking about it I said, "Austin Gamble. You don't need to..."

He pushed my mouth closed and said, "Save your breath or I'll gag you. This is just to let you know what we think of perverts who run around naked and jerk off in public."

I heard him step away from me and he said, "Let's go before somebody sees us with him." I heard the bikes as they headed back towards the river, then nothing. I was left sitting here in the shade, naked, blindfolded, and with my arms bound behind my back. And did I mention that it was hot?

I had few options open to me. I could walk, but where would I go? I wasn't even completely sure which way the railroad bridge was. At least here somebody would find me and then I could hope they would at least set me free.

And while I was thinking about this I was found. Some kids on bikes came down the bike path and apparently I was very visible because they saw me about the same time I heard them. I could tell from their voices that they were boys but I wasn't sure how many. More than two and fewer than six was as good as I could guess.

I also guessed that they were younger than me, maybe as young as ten or eleven. They talked about me being "a big kid" and were impressed with my pubic hair. Not that I have much, just a noticeable spread a little way above my dick, but apparently none of them had any hair yet.

But my hopes to be set free were ended when they decided to put me on top of the picnic table and tickle me. I squirmed around as much as I could but they were able to hold me in place. Then they found a couple of vines, which I hoped were not poison ivy, and used them to tie my legs down to the table.

Then one of them thought it would be funny to spread his bubble gum through my pubic hair. Actually, it would have been funny if it hadn't been my pubic hair that got gummed! As a final insult, they decided that since I was immobilized and blinded that I needed to be deafened too, and they stuffed more gum in my ears.

I assumed they rode off but couldn't be very sure because the gum was very effective in blocking my hearing. I lay there with even fewer options than I had a few seconds ago.

Some time passed, but I had no idea how much. I guessed fifteen minutes, but between being bored, scared, and hot it really hard to tell. I hadn't heard anyone approach, but suddenly there was a hand on my dick.

I would have jumped a mile up if I could have! The hand was attempting to make my dick hard, and the worse thing was it was working.

"Please, whoever you are, please untie me," I said not caring if the person could hear the fear in my voice. And I was scared since I knew nothing about the person fondling my dick. It could be some weird old guy, or a girl, or an alien, I had no idea.

A second set of hands started untying the vines around my legs while the first one kept bring my dick to an erection.

"Hey, can you hear me?" a voice said into my left ear. I couldn't tell much about the voice except it wasn't an adult's.

"Yeah, but if you take the gum out I could hear you better. Are you a boy or a girl?"

A finger poked into my ear and most of the sticky blob of bubble gum was pulled out.

"What difference does it make?" the voice said as an answer. I still couldn't tell for sure. It could have been a girl or a boy talking. But the other one had succeeded in getting me fully erect.

"Come on Mason, leave that go for now. We need to get him out of here before somebody else comes."

I was helped up to my feet and pulled off the table. I felt hands at my back pull at the bindings.

"Shit, Scott used the plastic cuffs on him like he does to us. Was there a knife in your pants?"

It took me a moment to realize the last question was directed at me. So these were the kids who stole my clothes. At least I was finally making progress. "No, nothing that would cut," I answered.

They were guiding me back across the street which meant that we were heading back towards the Green River and hopefully back towards my clothes.

"Can you at least take the shirt off my head so I can see?" I asked.

"No, we don't want you to see us. Its better if you don't know who we are."

"I'm going to go and get something to cut them with, you take him back to the hideout and I'll meet you there." This came from the voice that the other had called Mason. I heard the sound of tennis shoes slapping on the pavement as Mason ran up the road to my right.

The other kid guided me over the top of the ridge and then across the tracks. Once we crossed the tracks we worked our way part way down the slope.

"Okay, we're next to the bridge," the other kid whispered in my ear. "You wait here, I've got to go and make sure it's safe."

The kid went back up the slope and I waited. I didn't want to try the slope on my own with a blindfold on anyway. I didn't hear anything for a long time, then suddenly a voice rang out.

"Zander, it's so good to see you again." I recognized the voice as Scott's. "If you make us chase you in this heat we won't be as nice to you as we normally are."

"Where's Mason?"

"He's not home today, there's just me. Look Scott, I don't want to do this today, it's too hot. And besides, it's wrong."

"It isn't your choice Grant. Not everything is about you. And since you're friend Jendro isn't here with you I guess you'll have to do it all for us today. You know the drill, get undressed."

Mason Jendro. Now I knew what the initials on the shirt that was over my head stood for.

"Whose turn is it this time?" Scott asked.

"Tommy's," the kid they called Zander answered.

"All right!" one of the younger voices said, presumably Tommy. "Bend over Grant, I'm gonna ram it up your ass!"

Several comments from the other boys convinced me that he really was sticking his dick up Zander's ass. And from the sounds he was making he was enjoying it a lot. I suddenly realized how lucky I had been when Scott and his crew had found me.

After a few minutes the fun was apparently over. Listening to it happen had made my dick rock hard but with my hands bound behind my back there wasn't anything I could do about it.

"Well, since Mason isn't here, you'll need to choose one of us to blow. Who will it be?" Scott asked.

"Hey, why don't we have him blow that kid up at the bench?" one of the kids said.

There was a second of silence before Scott said, "You just came from that direction, didn't you?"

"I didn't see nobody," Zander said.

"Check it out," Scott said. I heard footsteps on the gravel and a few seconds later one of them yelled "Found him!"

Hands under my elbows lifted me and directed me under the bridge. "Look at the boner he has, he was enjoying what he heard," the kid who brought me down said.

"What's that stuff on his pubes?"

"Bubble gum. Some kids found me where you left me."

"And our friend Zander here, is he the one who brought you here?" Scott asked me.

I remembered that Zander had lied to these guys, saying he hadn't seen me. Was that to protect me? Or something else? I didn't know which, but I decided to give him the benefit of doubt and back up his story.

"From the bench? I made it from there to here on my own. After the kids with the bubble gum I decided I needed to get back here so I took my chances. Then I heard you guys and figured I'd wait till you were done."

"Bullshit! There's no way you would have found your way back to this exact spot without help," Scott said. "Are you guys sure Jandro wasn't out there somewhere?"

"There wasn't anybody else in sight," one of the younger boys said.

I felt hands at the shirt over my head and a voice behind me said, "It says MJ here on the collar. Jandro's initials are on the shirt," Scott said from behind me.

"You're lying," he said to me as he tapped me on my shoulder, "and I don't like being lied to. You enjoyed listening to what happened here, unless you start telling the truth you'll get to experience it firsthand. Now where's Jandro?"

I had nothing to gain from protecting Zander and clearly they knew I was lying. I did not want to experience being fucked by one or more of these guys.

"He ran home to find something to cut the plastic ties with," I said.

"He lied to you Scott, what're we going to do to him?" one of the kids asked.

"I don't know yet but we have to be careful. I don't know who this kid is. We have an agreement with Jandro and Grant but we don't have one with this kid. So no butt fucking, it's too easy to prove and he's seen our faces and heard our names."

That was a relief I guessed. Suddenly the tape was pulled off my hair in the back, along with a good piece of my scalp from the feeling, but the shirt being used to blindfold me fell down to the ground.

"I think it's best if we just let him go," Scott said to the group. He looked at me and said, "But first, I need to make sure you understand what can happen if you decide to tell anyone about us."

"Hold him Pete, and spread his legs out a little," Scott said. One of the bigger kids moved behind me and wrapped his hands around my waist. He used his feet to kick my feet out to the sides and then wrapped his legs over mine so I couldn't move them back together.

"Tommy, do you still have that lighter?" Scott asked.

One of the younger boys pulled a lighter out of his pocket and ran his thumb over the sparker, holding it up to show me a blue and yellow flame. "Can I do it Scott?" he asked.

Scott whispered something in his ear and Tommy moved the lighter down towards my privates. "Now for a weenie roast," he said.

"No, do his balls first," Scott said to him. To me he said, "If you scream we'll gag you."

I could feel the heat on the bottom of my balls but I couldn't break free of Pete's grip.

I felt the heat move and I could smell something awful. Then I felt heat on both sides of my dick and realized that Tommy was burning my pubic hair off.

"What is it you want from me?" I asked in desperation. The flame moved over the top of my dick and the smell of burning hair got worse. I could feel the heat along my skin.

Scott pulled Tommy's hand back and Tommy let the flame go out. But he didn't put the lighter back in his pocket.

"That's a cool way to remove his hair, I want to do that to Jenro when we catch him," Tommy said. "Now can we fuck him?"

"No, I'm going to let him go," Scott said to Tommy. To me he said, "Go on and get the hell out of here before I change my mind. And remember, if you tell anyone, we won't be as easy to get along with."

"Could you release my arms?"

"No, that's your punishment for lying to me. If I can still see you one minute from now I'm going to let you feel Tommy's dick up your butt. So get lost."

At least I could see. And I could hear out of one ear. I got out from under the bridge back into the hot sun and headed downstream. Behind me I could hear them talking.

"Can I burn his hair off?" Tommy asked.

"He doesn't have hardly any to start with," Scott said.

"Yeah, but he has some, especially on his balls," Tommy said.

"Okay, but be careful. If you burn him bad enough to leave a blister I'll use that lighter on your balls," Scott said. "Do you understand?"

"I'll be careful not to burn him," Tommy said.

By then I was beyond hearing range and hoping I could find the trail back to where I had last seen my clothes. From there I had to find Mason and get my arms free.

I missed the trail on the first pass, but when I came to where the creek joined the river I knew I had gone too far and doubled back. I found the path on the second try and started up the hill.

I got up to the bend in the creek and turned right towards the log I had hid my clothes behind. Now I had to find Mason.

That turned out to be easier than I thought it would be. I heard a phone ring from further up the hill and Mason answered it. "Zander, where the hell are you?" he said.

He must have put the phone on speaker, because I could hear Scott's voice coming from the phone.

"Your friend is a little tied up right now, we were just wondering if that kid you captured earlier today made it back there yet."

"Uh, no I haven't seen him. Is Zander okay? Can I talk to him?"

"He's fine. Say something Grant," Scott's voice said over the speaker.

"Uh, I told them about the hideout," Zander said. "I'm sorry, but I kind of had to."

Then Scott's voice came back on. "That's right, we know all about it. He described some sort of a rack there. Do you know what I'm talking about?"

Mason said he did.

"We're on our way. By the time we get there you'd better be just like Grant described to us or we'll be kind of pissed at you. See you in twenty minutes."

I had been sneaking up to where I heard the noise coming from while they were talking and now I could see Mason standing there shirtless. He looked around as though he was looking for me but I stayed hidden.

"Hey kid!" he yelled. "I think you're out there somewhere. I don't know what happened, but Scott and his friends are on their way here. If you're hiding, it's probably best if you stay hidden. Here's a knife if you still need it." He tossed a pocket knife down the hill well to my right. I watched carefully to see where it landed.

Then Mason started pulling some ropes around a set of thick branches stuck into the ground to form a tripod. The branches were longer than Mason was tall and had straps already attached to them.

Mason took a last look around and then took off his shorts and boxers. He pulled out a long rag and tied if over his face and then backed up into the frame and put his arms into the straps above his head. The straps pulled tight around his wrists as he pulled them down. He stood there naked and blindfolded.

I scrambled for the knife, trying to be quiet, but I wasn't too concerned even if he heard me. If he did he didn't say anything.

It took me several minutes before I actually found the knife and looked closely at it before I realized it was mine. And this morning it had been in my desk drawer in my room. Which meant that Mason had been in my house.

I decided to move back to my left off of the main approach to the hideout where Mason was. Shortly after I found a good spot I heard voices from the direction of the Green River. I dropped to my side and opened the knife.

I had moved up the slope and found some cover just in time because Tommy and the other younger kid came running up the slope to my right and heading right for Mason. They passed right over where I had found the knife.

"Found him, he's up here," Tommy yelled over his shoulder.

I tried to cut the plastic, but I couldn't bend my wrists enough to even get the blade on the plastic let alone try to cut through it. I was frustrated now that I had the means to get free and couldn't use it.

I watched as the three older boys lead Zander up the slope. He was naked with his arms secured behind his back the same as mine. I looked back up the slope just in time to see Tommy and the other kid secure Mason's ankles to the rails. Mason was now bound with his hands over his head and his legs spread.

"Okay Tommy, do what you came here to do," Scott said.

I watched as Tommy produced the lighter and proceeded to remove Mason's pubic hair just as he had mine. "I'm just burning off your hair for now," Tommy said to him, "but if you yell I'll cook your balls."

I watched Mason jerk a few times as Tommy got too close with the flame, but he never cried out.

"Did the other kid ever show up here?" Scott asked when Tommy was done.

"No, I never saw him," Mason said.

"His clothes are still here," Pete said, holding up my pants. "I've got a wallet here that says his name is Austin Gamble and he lives at 100 Chestnut Street."

Tommy pushed Zander right up to in front of Mason and told him to kneel down. Once Zander was on his knees Tommy told him to get Mason's dick in his mouth. Then he started wrapping duct tape around Zander's head and Mason's backside so that there was no way Zander could get Mason's dick out of his mouth.

"We're done here," Tommy called out. The kid named Tony hadn't really done anything.

"You really have a sick imagination, you know that?" Scott said to him. "We'll be back as soon as we find this other kid. You guys enjoy yourselves until then. Bring his clothes," Scott said to Pete.

I watched them carry my clothes down the slope and mount their bikes to go searching for me, not realizing that I was a hundred feet away from them all along.

Maybe I should have given myself up, but I didn't trust them completely. And seeing how they left Mason and Zander, I didn't want to find out what their true intentions for me included.

The knife was useless to me by itself, but if I could cut Zander free than he could cut me free. At least that was my plan as I crossed the hill over to where they were.

As I approached Zander could see me from the corner of his eye and tried to say something to me. Mason, who couldn't see anything because of the blindfold, said, "Don't try to talk, you're making it worse."

I could see that Mason was erect in Zander's mouth and every movement by Zander was bringing him closer to shooting. I was actually turned on by it and watched for a few seconds.

Zander kept trying to say something and then I saw Mason's legs kick in the restraints and it was obvious he was shooting whatever amount of cum he had right down Zander's throat. Suddenly I worried about what would happen if Zander were to choke and I quickly moved behind him and felt with the knife for the plastic ties that were around his wrists.

It took me several attempts to saw through the first one and then I moved up to the upper one. Because there was a gap between his arms it was easier to cut that get his arms free.

He yelled, or tried to yell, as he pulled the tape off his hair. "Here, cut it with the knife," I said, placing the knife in his hand.

He sliced through the tape on both sides and got Mason's dick out of his mouth.

"Nice of you to wait so long before you decided to help asshole," he said to me as he began to free Mason.

"Yeah, like any of this was my fault," I said. He released the last binding holding Mason to the poles and stood there.

"Aren't you going to cut me free?" I asked.

"Fuck you! Why should I?" he said. "Now that you know what we do for Scott and his friends you'll want us for it too. So fuck you!"

"You're right about him wanting us," Mason said as he got dressed. "You're probably even right about fucking him. But you're wrong about everything else."

"I take it you know we're gay," he said to me. "But I know about you too."

"Fuck you!" I said back. "You don't know shit about me."

"I was in your room. I was on your computer." He must have seen the look on my face. "You have a lot to learn about computer security. There was no password to log on and you haven't cleaned out your history files in over a year. I saw what you download."

"What're you saying Mason?" Zander asked. "Is he gay too?"

"No, I'm not," I said, but not with much force.

"You have a lot of pictures and stories of guys and none of girls. You like looking at them. And your favorites folder was stuffed with pictures of naked guys with boners. I think you are just like us."

In all my life no one had ever really known my secret. Until now. And he was right, I did enjoy looking. That's why I got so hard when I listened to Zander getting fucked. I was wishing I could have watched. No, not watched. I wished I could have participated.

"Cut him free Zander," Mason said.

Zander cut through the plastic wraps and for the first time in at least an hour my arms were free.

"What kind of name is Zander?" I asked.

"It's short for Alexander. My mom pinned it on me when I was little and it just became my name. I'm sorry for all that we put you through. We really just wanted to see you. No, actually, we wanted to do a lot more than just see you." He paused and then asked, "Is what Mason saying true? Are you, uh, like us?"

"Yeah, but nobody has ever known. And I don't want it spread around. Is there anybody else besides you two?"

They looked at each other and I knew something was up. "Actually, Mark is gay too. He's the other big kid who was here with Scott."

"But he hangs with Scott," I said, confused.

"It's our secret," Mason said. "He comes by sometimes and we do stuff together. Him hanging with Scott is a good thing for us because he normally makes sure we don't get hurt. He helps us quite a lot actually. So we make sure we don't let Scott, Pete, Tommy, or Tony know."

"Especially Tony," Zander said. "Tony is Mark's younger brother."

I was interested in learning more about these two but I suddenly remembered something. "Shit, Scott is running around with my clothes. He's going to go to my house and my mom will be home soon."

"They took my clothes with them too," Zander said. "Tony has them in the bag on his bike."

Mason started undressing again. "You take my clothes and get home," he said. "They wouldn't have left us like they did for long, so that means they're coming back. And they expect to find us like they left us."

"I don't want to get taped to you like that again," Zander said. I didn't blame him.

"What if I tie you both to that frame. Then you can tell them some other kids came and left you like that."

"Hey, that would explain why my clothes aren't here too," Mason said. "We just say the kids took them when they left." Mason had finished stripping and was leaning back in the frame. "Tie us in," he said to me, "and hurry home. Get some spare clothes and come back, but come quietly and make sure they're gone. We'll be around somewhere, just call us. Mark will make sure we get untied once Scott is done with us."

I tied Mason to the frame first and then Zander. But I couldn't resist getting a good feel of Zander's equipment now that he was unable to stop me.

"Hey, that feels good, but you'd better get Mason's clothes on and get going. If they catch you with us they'll make us tell. And you really don't want them to find out you're gay."

I finished dressing in Mason's clothes and turned back to them to see if they needed anything before I left. Mason said the strap on his right wrist was too tight and I started loosening it.

I was just turning away from him when somebody shouted, "Hey asshole, let him go!" I turned just in time to take a punch in the chest that knocked the wind out of me. I was about to take a kick to go with it when Mason yelled, "Mark, stop, he's on our side."

Mark didn't kick me but he didn't look like he trusted me too much either. "Then why is he tying you up again? And wearing your clothes?" he asked.

Mason and Zander quickly explained what had happened and Mark helped me up with an apology.

"There's been a little change in status," Mark said. "We went to your house but nobody was home" he explained. "We left your clothes right in the middle of the driveway and I was supposed to come back and untie you two but take Mason's clothes. Scott wanted you to have to go home naked. But then I kind of started thinking that Scott was going too far. And of course his little brother Tommy is just plain crazy. So when we got done at your house I challenged him."

"It turns out that Scott isn't as tough as he thinks he is. And when Tommy tried to help him Tony took it to him. Turns out my little brother can kick even better than Tommy can. The short side of the story is that every picture they had of you two is gone. Deleted. Tony knows more about computers than I ever will and he spent a long time clearing out history files and other stuff I never even knew existed. They don't have anything to blackmail you with anymore."

"I understand why you changed sides, but why did Tony?" I asked.

"Tony's my little brother. Even though he's twelve and I'm thirteen, he's a lot smarter than me. We were talking the other night and he asked me a question that really got me to thinking. He wanted to know that since Scott, Tommy, me and him keep coming back to you guys and asking for blowjobs, didn't that make us gay? He said if Scott said it was okay to do that stuff to you guys because you were gay then what was to stop people from doing it to us? I couldn't answer that and I decided it was time to Put an end to it. After the first couple of blowjobs, Tony never really enjoyed doing stuff to you guys anyway, and you know how I feel about you. So now I'll have to see if any of the kids I used to hang around with would take me back. Scott and I are done."

"So Tony doesn't know that you are gay?" I asked.

Mark paused and looked at Mason. "You guys told him?"

"It was kind of important," Mason said. "Especially since he told us he was gay too."

"Well then, I'll need to punish you. That was supposed to be a secret." He turned back to me and said, "I think Tony suspects I might be, but he's never really asked. He really enjoyed getting a blowjob from them, but he definitely is not gay, so please don't ever try to do anything with him unless he initiates it, okay?"

I promised. "Shouldn't we untie these two?"

"Not until I punish them. We're going to leave them tied up like this while you and I prove to each other that we really are gay. You'll see; they will suffer greatly as they watch us."

He and I both stripped. I had never in my life done a sixty nine before, but once he got me into position it was easy. He had to instruct me on how to keep my teeth off his dick, but he did most of his teaching by example. I couldn't believe how much better this was compared to beating off. By the time we were done Mason and Zander were both hard and begging us to untie them or do something with them. Or both. We chose both.

Once we were done we were covered in sweat and some amount of cum. "You know, there's a perfectly good spot right down there for swimming," I said. "And you don't even need a bathing suit to use it. But I think now that I finally have my clothes back I'll keep them close."

Everyone grabbed their clothes and raced me down the hill. We dropped them right on the edge of the pond and ran in, splashing water everywhere.

We had only just cooled off and I was getting hard again from watching Mason, Zander, and Mark's dicks through the water when we heard a bike coming.

We got ready to jump out and grab our clothes, but it was only Tony.

"Hey Tony, we're over here," Mark called. "But I warn you, we're naked. You can stay if you want."

"I've got a boner," I whispered to him, but he told me not to worry about it, he and Tony get them all the time and Tony would probably ignore it.

Tony came down to the pool and looked at Zander and Mason. "I'm sorry about doing stuff to you guys. It seemed cool at first, but I knew you hated being forced to do it and I felt guilty. I'll give you a blow job to pay you back if you want."

"Don't worry about it Tony," Mason said. "You and Mark changed sides and that's all that matters now. Come on in and cool off."

"Can I swim naked too?" Tony asked, and when Mark told him sure, he tore off his clothes and joined us. I knew my boner was not going to go away now!

We horsed around, and then Tony stood up and said, "Look, I've got a boner." He proudly showed it off to us.

"Me too," said Mason and he showed his off too, so I followed suit. Mark was right; Tony laughed and didn't seem to care in the least, so I loosened up a little.

Then Tony looked at Mason and asked, "Are you and Zander really gay like Scott said? Is that how he got the first picture of you in a sixty-nine?"

Mark started to hush him up but Mason said it was okay for him to ask. "Zander and I did some stuff that sounds gay, but we did it because we wanted to and we both enjoyed it. It doesn't mean we're gay; we just both wanted blowjobs and were willing to give one to get one. You enjoyed it when we sucked your dick even though you're not gay, didn't you? The only difference is that you guys were forcing us to suck you and we got nothing in return. When we did it to each other we knew we would get paid back."

Tony paused a few seconds before answering. "So it's okay get a blowjob from a guy if he doesn't mind giving you one because he thinks you'll give him one back? It doesn't make you gay?

"That's right Tony," Mark answered. "But you aren't going to find anyone here willing to give you a blowjob unless you're willing to give one in return. I think that's what Mason is trying to say." Mason nodded his head in agreement.

I could see Tony trying to work it out. Suddenly he turned and whispered something in Mark's ear and Mark blushed. Mark whispered something back to Tony and Tony blushed, but he had a big smile on his face. I can only imagine what they had discussed, but I had a feeling that Mark was going to be happy that night. And I thought it was cool for Mason to lie like that rather than have Tony wonder why his brother wanted to hang around with two gay guys.

So I now had three new friends who shared the same secret that I did. I no longer had to be alone. I would respect Mark's request to not include his brother in any sexual activity, which was really too bad because Tony was extremely cute. But there was even some hope that someday Tony might exchange a blowjob with me. But I'll wait until he asks and if he never does then that will be okay.

Besides, it felt so good to be with the four of them in the cool water horsing around and having fun, much better than being alone. For after all, it was such an incredibly hot day.