The Accidental Voyeur 2
Author's Note and Dedication
The response to chapter one was overwhelming, so thus the story continues. I really intended to complete the other story I'm working on before continuing this one, but something came up and I decided I should go ahead and write this chapter now.
This chapter is dedicated to all the readers of chapter one who wrote asking for more of this story, save one. If you don't immediately know it's you when you read that, it isn't. Do not bother to ask who or why if it isn't you, I will not discuss it with anyone else.
Acknowledgements & Disclaimers
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This story contains graphic depictions of sex between consenting teen males, so if you're some sort of puritan or prude, you ought not to be at this site to begin with and you certainly shouldn't read any farther into this text. Likewise, if you aren't old enough to read this smut according to the laws, local ordinances, etc. wherever you may be - Shoo, go away.
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The Accidental Voyeur
Chapter 2 – Carl and Mark
It was the day after I had seen Brent and Mark by the stream when I heard something that really excited me. I was at the neighborhood club's pool and had gone into the bathroom to, well, you know. While I was in there, Mark and his older brother Carl came in. From the stall I was sitting in I could hear them clearly enough. Mark was telling Carl about the previous day down by the stream with Brent. Carl had to keep shushing Mark, because in his excitement, the volume of his voice kept going up. Mark didn't tell his brother everything, but definitely enough to make me play the scene over again in my head. I was hard almost immediately, and without even touching myself in `that way.'
Before they left the changing area that adjoined the men's restroom, Carl told Mark that he was going to `their spot' when he left the pool. I could only think of one place that could be, especially given the conspiratorial tone he used when he said it. Mark's reply came only as they were leaving the changing room, returning to the pool deck, so I couldn't tell what he said. That last part I did hear seemed to explain where Mark had been getting at least some of his sexual experience at only thirteen.
I knew what I needed, okay, wanted to do – get back to the hidden spot from where I had accidentally seen Mark and Brent the previous day. When I left the changing room, Carl and Mark were talking to some friends from the swimming team who were grouped together on chairs and lounges under a large awning. All of them were wearing the blue Speedos with the swirl pattern that was the team's uniform. I left the pool and hurried toward a path that would take me to the old civil war trenches that overlooked the little beach by the stream.
The route I took today was more circuitous than the one that lead most directly to the tiny patch of sand, but it enabled me to get into position above the little valley more quickly and without the chance of being observed from below. I was expecting both Mark and Carl to come down to the little pool in the stream, but it was only Carl who showed up. Carl was fifteen, a year younger than me. His build was similar to mine, but slightly more toned because he was on the neighborhood club's swimming team and I was not. He was about 5'-8" tall, just a little shorter than me, had dark brown hair and deep brown eyes. His body always tanned very nicely. He was definitely a hottie!
I had been in my spot waiting for only a few minutes when I heard someone coming through the woods down in the little valley. I had learned to move stealthily through the woods when need be as not to make much noise, but whoever was approaching did not seem concerned by the amount of noise being made. Finally I saw who it was – Carl. He was alone. All he wore was his little blue Speedo and his shoes. He had a large towel draped over his shoulders.
When he got to the little patch of sand he spread the towel out, much like his little brother and Brent had done the day before. He kicked off his shoes and slid the bathing suit down his legs, dropping it on top of his shoes. Holy shit!!! I'd thought his little brother was good looking, but Carl's body was gorgeous. He didn't quite have a 6-pack, but it was close. There was no trace of a tan line at all, so he must have been coming here at least as much as his little brother. How had I missed this with all the time I spent traipsing about in the woods? Carl had a larger patch of pubes above his dick than his brother, about the same as my own. It looked like we were about the same size in the "manhood" department as well. I looked down at mine to try to compare, but it was already quite near hard, while Carl's was still almost completely flaccid.
Carl lay on the towel he had spread on the sand, face down. He reached down and adjusted himself so that his `equipment' was pushed back behind him instead of being underneath him. His legs were spread, so from my vantage point I had a very good view of his ass, dick and balls all at the same time.
My shorts and underwear were already below my knees, but I wasn't about to waste this opportunity, so I pushed them the rest of the way down my legs and pulled them off over my shoes. Carl had been a fantasy of mine for a long time, but I never expected anything like this. I pulled my t-shirt off, leaving me wearing nothing but my sneakers. The breeze blowing across my body was exhilarating. Being naked (well almost, shoes do count, right?) in the woods and watching one of the most gorgeous boys I had ever seen sunbathing, and he was completely naked.
I was thinking seriously about leaving my hiding place to go join him and hope things would go where they might when two horny adolescent boys were together in a secluded location without benefit of clothing when I heard someone else approaching from the other side of the little valley.
Mark didn't seem troubled about how much noise he made as the came through the undergrowth that enveloped the path to the clearing on both sides. Carl heard him coming, of course and looked up, but didn't seem especially concerned about who it might be even before Mark pushed through the bushes, despite his being nude.
Carl raised up on his elbows as Mark pushed through the last of the bushes that surrounded the little clearing and walked across the sand to join him. Mark was attired the same as the last time I had seen him arrive here, but quickly stripped off all his clothing and stood, naked in front of his brother. "Where's Brent?" Carl asked.
"He never showed up at the pool," Mark answered. "I got tired of waiting, so I decided to come by myself."
"Well, lay down then," Carl directed him. Mark did as he was told.
Mark didn't bother to spread his towel next to his brother's but just dropped it next to his clothing and joined Carl on his towel. There wasn't a lot of room, and Carl didn't move over, so Mark was forced to press against him when he lay, also face down on the towel. Carl reached his hand over and rubbed it up and down his brother. It seemed a gentle caress as Carl's fingertips ran up and down the entire length of his little brother's body from the nape of his neck to his lower thighs.
Well, it seemed pretty gentle until they settled more in the crack of his butt and Carl began to press his fingers into the crack of Mark's ass. Whether it was voluntary or not I can't say, but Mark spread his legs apart a little to allow for easier access. I heard a deep sigh from Mark, even as far away as I was when Carl's middle finger penetrated him.
"I thought you were going to bring Brent," Carl said again as he pressed the finger deeper into Mark and then added another.
Mark let out a loud gasp in protest. "I can't help it that he didn't show up!" he exclaimed. "I told you that!"
Almost as suddenly as he had started, Carl pulled back and rolled over so that he was now face up. His dick was very stiff. Its color was very dark, as if every drop of blood in his body was trying to get in there to make it even harder than it already was. "Suck me," he demanded.
Mark complied, moving over and taking Carl's dick into his mouth. Carl lay back and pressed both hands down on the back of Mark's head, forcing him farther and farther down. Carl only relented and let him bring his head back up when Mark's gag reflex finally kicked in. He hadn't quite managed to take the entire thing into his mouth though.
Carl didn't seem especially gentle as Mark sucked him, and whether Mark wanted to or not, he swallowed everything he could when Carl unloaded into his mouth. Carl made sure that the few remaining bits of semen that had escaped Mark's mouth were licked up by his younger brother. From what I had seen the day before when Mark was here with Brent, he didn't particularly mind swallowing another boy's load and there was no protest now.
While I had never seen anything exactly like this before, I mean not brothers doing it anyway, it was fucking hot! I guess knowing that they were brothers is what made it so much more exciting for me. I had been slowly jerking myself the entire time I watched, and didn't even realize I had cum until I looked down and saw the spooge on the ground underneath me and on my hand. I know that sounds ridiculous, but it's true. I spewed a load that you wouldn't believe from what I'd been watching.
I licked the goo from my fingers and returned my attention to the scene below me by the creek. Carl had pulled his legs up, holding them behind his knees and Mark was licking at his hole. There was no forcing this time – Carl's hands were busy holding his legs up to give Mark the best access possible to his butt. And Mark really seemed to be enjoying it. He was on his knees, bent way over supporting himself with his elbows and his butt raised up high in the air. His position made is easy to see how stiff Mark's dick was. It also gave a very nice view of his butt-hole.
Carl was moaning loudly as Mark licked at his rear entrance. I could see that his dick was hard again. I got an even bigger surprise a moment later when Carl cried out for Mark to fuck him. Yep, that's exactly how he said it... "Do it, do it now! Fuck my ass little brother!" That's really something you aren't going to forget.
Mark raised up on his knees, grabbed his throbbing erection and guided it to Carl's hole. He didn't push it in slowly at all; he drove it in hard and fast. Carl let out a cry as the entire length of his little brother's shaft penetrated him in just a split second. Mark didn't seem to vary his technique; this was almost exactly the same thing he had done the day before with Brent. With his older brother completely impaled on his dick, again he wiggled his hips around a little before he started pumping out and back in again.
Carl's breathing sounded ragged, he was moaning and gasping. Mark's movements increasing sped up. He was pulling nearly all the way out and slamming back in hard and fast. I saw the expression on his face changing and his nuts had drawn up. He was about to cum into his older brother.
Another surprise... He pulled out and spun around quickly as Carl dropped his legs. Mark moved so that they were now in a "69" position and shoved his throbbing, hard cock into Carl's mouth. At the same time he took Carl, back into his mouth. As soon as he'd gotten into position, Mark resumed the piston like motions he had been making before, but only for a moment. His mouth left Carl's dick as his back arched and nearly all movement ceased, his dick buried as deep as he could get it in Carl's mouth.
I could see Mark's ass twitching just a little. Mark grunted a few times as he came. Unlike when Carl had cum into his mouth just a few minutes before, nothing escaped.
Amazingly, I was squirting out even more cum as I watched them. I never would have thought it possible to have multiple orgasms so quickly, but it was happening to me now, so I definitely had proof.
I didn't get much on my fingers this time. Well, it wasn't nearly the explosive load I'd unleashed so shortly before, but I still had a small mess to deal with. I wasn't about to wipe it on my clothes; I'd have to explain that when Mom did the laundry. So once again, I licked my fingers. I wiped the last traces from the tip of my dick and licked that from my fingertip as well.
Returning my attention to the scene below, Carl and Mark were pulling their Speedos back on. "You really have to get Brent down here," Carl told Mark. "He has such a sweet little ass, and I want to try it out."
Mark nodded. "I'm sure he'll be back. He seemed sort of pissed at first, but I know he enjoyed it, in the end. Just give me a day or two and I'll bring him back."
They walked back out of the clearing the same direction from which they had come, Carl's arm around his little brother's shoulders. I couldn't hear what they were saying to each other as they left, but imaging what it might be sure made me think...
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