The Accidental Voyeur
by Terrance MacDonald
Brent and Mark
This story is the result of a sudden inspiration when I was actually working on something else. It may never progress beyond this single chapter, but one never knows when or where inspiration will strike; which oddly enough is sort of the point of this story.
Acknowledgements & Disclaimers
Thanks as always go to my friends Mike, Aaron and John who continue to proofread and edit for me, not to mention offering many helpful suggestions. Their assistance is essential to the quality of what you are reading.
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.
I hope you enjoy this story, but please remember that it is set in a world where there are no such things as STDs or deity-of-your-choice forbid HIV or AIDS, so you won't be reading about condoms except in this paragraph. This should not in any way be construed as advocating unsafe sex. Quite the contrary - protect yourself as much as you can, no one else is going to do it for you, they will only do it to you.
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I had a hard time believing what I was watching. Okay, I really didn't mean to be watching, I just happened to be in a place where I was able to see it. But once I saw it, I really couldn't do much else but watch; and if you're on this site, reading this story, I'm sure you would have done the same thing. Okay, if you're going to understand this, I suppose I better give you some background. I'm older now, but at the time this happened I was 16.
I was always very enterprising and did lots of odd jobs to earn money around the neighborhood when I was in my teen years; anything from yard work to babysitting – when it comes right down to it, both equally taxing, but one potentially more rewarding. The community club always published a neighborhood directory listing kids who were willing to do odd jobs, so that helped. A lot of the parents who had only male children seemed to prefer to have male sitters for some reason, and that was fine with me. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't a pervert, and never initiated anything with any of the kids I was hired to watch. A couple kids I was looking after started something with me while their divorced mothers went out partying for the evening, but that isn't what this is about. This is a story about what I saw one of my frequent charges doing with another one of the neighborhood boys in the woods one day.
I suppose I should tell you a little more about the objects of my unintentional voyeurism before this goes on too long and I forget. Brent and Mark were both 13, but only just. Brent was one of the kids I had looked after as a sitter, despite his being slightly more than 3 years my junior. His mother was a bit flakey, so sometimes she would stay out overnight, leaving me there with him. She was sort of hot; I'm sure anyone reading this has heard of a "MILF." Yeah, I'm really only into guys, but I can still recognize when a woman is good looking; think about it, it isn't really that difficult. Anyway, Brent was blonde with soft brown eyes, slim and fit. He had a nice swimmer's body that tanned nicely, although he was not on the neighborhood swim team as Mark was.
Mark had light brown hair – "mousey brown" is one way I've often heard it described. He also had brown eyes, but of a deeper tone. Don't ask me why, eyes are one thing I've always noticed. He was one of the stars in his age group on the neighborhood's swimming team, so he definitely had a fit, swimmer's body. He also always had a nice tan during the warm months as well.
Being on the swim team, Mark's typical swimsuit at the pool was a speedo. Of course at the time, that wasn't so uncommon, Brent's typical suit was the same brand. Mark always wore the neighborhood swimming team's 'uniform' suit which was basically blue with a swirl pattern across the front and back. Brent's usual suit was a solid green with a small white stripe up each side. Neither of them had started growing any body hair that was noticeable, even with the tiny little speedos they wore at the pool. Anyway, with the descriptions out of the way, let's get back to the story. I'm sure that's why you're here anyway.
I always had some favorite places to hang out in a couple of the large wooded areas that ran through the neighborhood where I grew up. There were old trenches all around the area that dated back to the Civil War and I had been exploring them for several years. I had even found several artifacts – musket balls, parts of pistols and rifles and even a cannon barrel; but this isn't a history lesson either. The day this happened I was exploring some of the trenches that had been dug into the side of a hill overlooking a large stream and a little valley. This particular wooded area ran behind my house and around a large stretch of the neighborhood backing up to it and several other streets and ending up very close to the club's pool and tennis courts. This all happened at the far end, nearest the pool complex.
It was particularly surprising when I saw them, because neither Brent nor Mark were kids that tended to hang out in or explore the woods, at least not that I knew of before that day. Mark's house did back up to this same section of woods and near mine; but Brent's did not. I had never seen Mark, his older brother – or any of the circle of friends with whom they were particularly close in the woods. There was a small stretch that Brent went through to get back and forth between his house and the pool, passing the tennis courts, but that doesn't count.
I was just close enough to hear them, but it didn't seem that they weren't exactly trying to be quiet. In fact, as they approached they were rather noisy crashing through the brush, which was much thicker on that side of the little valley. That was the side closest to the neighborhood pool, which is probably where they were coming from. When they finally reached the little clearing, I could hear Mark telling Brent, "See, it's just like I told you – completely private and a big pool in the stream where we can cool off when it gets hot."
Brent looked at it with some skepticism. "It doesn't look all that big."
"It's big enough, trust me. It's about 6 feet deep right here, and about 10 feet across in both directions." Mark was definitely encouraging Brent to do something. What that turned out to be, and Brent going along with him was what was surprised me so much. "Just trust me dude, laying out in the sun and swimming naked feels so much better."
They were both wearing t-shirts, the speedos they normally wore at the neighborhood club's pool and tennis shoes. They each also carried a large pool towel across their shoulders. With the shirts on, you couldn't even see the speedos they were wearing, but I was sure they were there – I couldn't imagine these two running around without anything covering their privates under their shirts. I did find out later that this wasn't always the case, at least for one of them, but again, that too is another story.
Mark spread his towel out on the sand; Brent followed his lead, but a couple feet away. Mark shook his head and dragged Brent's towel over so that they overlapped.
Here's the thing – I knew, or at least thought I knew, that Brent was extremely homophobic. He'd certainly showed plenty of signs that he was. When I heard what Mark was suggesting to him, I didn't know what to think. At first I actually thought Brent might hit him, but there had obviously been some exchange between them before they came here that I was unaware of. Mark continued, "Besides, an all-over tan is so much better. Better than having a bright, white ass." As soon as he finished that statement, Mark kicked off his shoes and pulled off his t-shirt, tossing it down on top of them. He had his thumbs in the waistband of his speedos, waiting to see if Brent was going to follow his lead.
Much to my surprise, he did, and a moment later they stood there facing each other with their thumbs hooked in the waistbands of their speedos. For a moment, neither seemed to want to be the first to push them down. It was Mark that took the initiative, not that I was surprised by this, pushing the little piece of cloth down his legs and stepping out of it. He dropped it on top of his shirt and shoes and stood, hands on his hips, completely exposed, waiting for Brent to follow his lead.
Brent seemed more nervous than I'd ever seen him. His demeanor was normally fairly brash. Slowly he pushed the speedo down while Mark stood and watched. The contrast of the tan line on Brent's body where his bathing suit normally covered him was severe. He seemed embarrassed and kept his hands in front of his privates after he'd dropped his bathing suit on the sand next to where he was standing. Mark's body on the other hand showed little, if any such difference. Clearly he'd been out in the sun naked quite a lot.
Mark reached out and slapped the side of Brent's naked butt. "See, you're so white down here, I'll bet you glow in the dark." Then he pushed Brent's hands out of the way. "Quit covering up, you'll never get an all-over tan that way. Now come on, let's lay down and get some sun."
The boys lay down on the towels they had spread on the sand, both on their backs; Brent again following Mark's lead. There was little room between them; probably about 4 or 5 inches. When Mark overlapped the towels it didn't allow for much more. They were on their backs, both with legs spread just a little. They both had a small tuft of pubic hair above their dicks. Mark's was darker; Brent's was more of a honey-brown color.
While it was nice watching these two lay there, out in 'public' naked, I was starting to get bored. I didn't want to give away that I'd seen them there. It had occurred to me that this little clearing by the stream might be a usual spot for Mark from the lack of a tan line on his body. That damn sure didn't happen at the neighborhood pool. Then Mark rolled over onto his side and lightly punched Brent's arm.
"What was that for?" Brent asked.
"Nothing, it just was," Mark answered and playfully hit him in the arm again.
A couple moments later they were wrestling on the towels. Now this could be interesting… At first they seemed to studiously keep their hands away from each other's "private parts." Mark again was the first to make that move, brushing his hand across Brent's ass. It was a subtle move, and Brent either didn't notice it or didn't mind. Mark made it again with the same result.
They continued wrestling and rolled over a few times on the towels. Hands brushed against genitals a few times on both sides and there was noticeable swelling in both their penises, but neither was fully erect by any means. Mark's hand finally ventured to a more overt brush against Brent's developing erection and balls.
They made another roll, and Mark made a reach back on Brent's body. It was pretty obvious that he let a finger run right down the middle of the crack of Brent's ass and brushed it right over his hole. He did this a couple times and there was some apparent tensing on Brent's part only the first time he did it. After that there was a look of apparent pleasure on his face each time that finger brushed over that most sensitive of areas. Mark couldn't see this, he was facing the wrong direction, but I could. It looked like Brent was giving some sort of soft sigh or moan which I could not hear, but I'm sure Mark could.
It was right after one of those rubs that Mark flipped Brent over again so that he was lying on his back on the towels and spun around on top of him so that they were now face to face. Mark wiggled his hips a little which caused Brent to spread his legs a little, allowing Mark's to slip down between them. Their wrestling had stopped and Mark's body was arched above Brent's, supported by his outstretched arms. Slowly at first, Mark started to grind their mid-sections together. He worked up his speed slowly. I couldn't see from this angle, but I was sure they both had to be quite hard by now.
I figured they were just going to keep going like this until they squirted all over each other, but I got another big surprise when Mark stopped and lowered himself, covering Brent's body with his own. I knew they hadn't cum yet – neither had yet had that look of ecstasy that comes with an orgasm. The reason Mark had lowered himself quickly became clear. He slid back a little, hooked his arms under Brent's legs and raised them up. He used the leverage from that to lift himself once again and pressed forward once again. He adjusted himself a few times, it was clear what he was trying to do; he was trying to line up for penetration, but without being able to use his hands it took multiple attempts before he was able to get everything into proper position.
Between using his arms to raise and lower Brent's legs and manipulating his own body, he was finally able to find the spot he was looking for and began to press forward. They hadn't thought about any lubrication, not even saliva. That was making what Mark had planned more difficult. Being in the days before the internet, it wasn't like he could have found stories like this one without a great deal of difficulty to give him advice on how to make male to male anal sex easier for the participants.
It seemed like Brent realized what Mark was trying to do and inadvertently did exactly the right thing to assist him, even in his attempt to prevent it. I could tell he was pushing back as if to try to expel Mark's dick from his butt, probably thinking that would work as if he were sitting on the toilet pushing out something completely different, but it had the exact opposite effect of allowing Mark to enter him. Mark slid in slowly. At first there was a look of intense pain on Brent's face. It was obvious when Mark's dick reached that sweet spot inside Brent because his expression changed to one of surprised pleasure. Mark continued to push in until he had reached maximum depth. From my vantage point I could clearly see when Mark's balls made contact with Brent's ass cheeks and started to push back a little as he continued to press against Brent, as if trying to get even farther inside. Brent pushed himself up on his elbows and let his head fall back. It looked as if he was panting.
I have to admit, I wasn't far from panting either from watching the scene taking place below me. I had already adjusted myself a couple times, but I was getting to where my own erection was straining inside my pants to the point that I knew I was soon going to have to do something more about it. I went ahead and undid my belt, unbuttoned my shorts and unzipped. I stuck my hand inside my briefs and took hold of my shaft. I resisted stroking it, for now. There was no telling how far things were going to progress or how long it would last, but I definitely wanted to enjoy the entire show.
Mark stayed fully inserted and just wiggled his hips for a moment. That caused Brent to let out a gasp loud enough that I was able to hear. Then Mark started pumping in and out. He wasn't drawing out very far before pushing back in, and it didn't look like he was being especially gentle. They were young and inexperienced, not to mention both outwardly straight, so looking back, I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised that this wasn't exactly a romantic moment. Then again, at sixteen, I didn't exactly care either; all I cared about was continuing to watch. Well, okay, I would also have liked to join in, but at the time I didn't dare.
Mark's back arched even more and he started to pull out further than he had before and slam back into Brent even harder. He was getting that look I talked about earlier, the expression on his face that clearly said he was reaching orgasm. When it hit, Mark wasn't exactly quiet. He wasn't a screamer, but I could clearly hear him grunting loudly. He pulled back, dropped Brent's legs, which stayed bent at the knees with the soles of his feet flat on the ground. Mark rolled away and lay on the towels in the same approximate position as Brent.
They were both still hard, but having achieved his climax, Mark's erection was starting to deflate. Brent's was still twitching and throbbing. I could tell that he definitely needed release, even though he was protesting what they had just done. "You son of a bitch!" Brent exclaimed. "You fucked me! You came in my ass!" He didn't seem very happy about what had just happened, now that it had gotten to 'intermission.' "We were just going to get some sun in private; that's what you told me. I'm not a faggot, and you tricked me so you could fuck me!"
"Calm down," Mark breathed out heavily. "I'm going to get you off too as soon as I catch my breath, and besides, you know the girls won't always do it for us. Sometimes we've got to help out our buddies. That doesn't make us fags." The implication was clear – Mark had done experienced the pleasures of sex with another boy before. He'd certainly learned that line from somewhere.
Mark reached over and took Brent's stiff shaft in his hand. "You can't tell me you didn't enjoy it, I think this says everything," Mark stated, nodding over toward Brent's stiffness. Mark then wiped a drop of pre-cum from Brent's dick and licked it from his fingertip to make his point. I'm sure it was a combination of the touch and the implication of Mark's action that made Brent gasp out a deep gasp once again.
Mark continued gently stroking Brent's dick. They were deep enough in the woods that it was unlikely anyone in the yards of any of the houses nearby heard Brent's outburst, but he obviously wanted to make sure it didn't happen again. Finally Mark caught his breath and rolled over onto his stomach. He started low, licking Brent's balls first. He slowly worked his way up the shaft until his tongue reached the tip. After swirling his tongue around the head of Brent's dick a few times, he took it into his mouth.
He dropped down fast, taking the entire shaft into his mouth. Given their ages, neither had an especially huge dick. They were both about the same size – a slender shaft with a slightly larger head as they were both circumcised and somewhere about 4½ to maybe as much as 5 inches in length. All things being proportional though, the depths of their mouths still meant that this deep dive down onto Brent's dick would have easily put the tip of Brent's dick at least into the top of Mark's throat. I couldn't help but think that this was one more piece of evidence that Mark had some sexual experience with other boys. I made a mental note to try to find out more about that. He'd kept all this a pretty good secret so far, but now I knew where to watch – and I planned to do just that.
Mark continued his oral ministrations on Brent for a couple minutes. When he pulled his mouth away he swung his right leg over Brent's body to straddle his mid-section. With his right hand he grasped Brent's erection and guided it to its target as he sat back. In addition to his sitting back to take the penis into him, Brent started pushing in at the same time. It seemed like Mark already knew what pushing back against the intruding object would do, where it had been a complete surprise to Brent earlier.
Mark sank all the way down, completely impaling him himself on the stiff shaft beneath him. He sat still for a moment. Then, as if on cue, he and Brent started to move together, enjoying the experience. Their pleasure was evident in the expressions on both their faces.
Mark used his knees to raise and lower himself while Brent, lying on his back beneath him pumped his hips, matching his movements. After a few minutes, Brent began slamming up harder to meet Mark's downward motion. I could see that his nuts had drawn up close to his body and the expression on his face – both indicators that he was very close to cumming.
Despite lying face up on the ground with Mark straddling him, Brent arched his back and began thrusting hard into Mark. He let out a couple small cries as he achieved his climax. It looked almost as if he was still squirting a little after the several final, almost violent thrusts he had made when Mark raised up and pulled away.
Mark collapsed once again on the towels next to Brent and laid an arm across his chest. He started to move closer, as if to cuddle, but Brent wasn't having that. He got up, stepped into the little pool in the stream and started washing the remnants of their sex from his body.
Mark watched for a few minutes, then joined him. He didn't get close to Brent in the pool, but he watched as Brent cleaned himself. Once they were done, they shook the sand from their towels, dried off, and pulled the tiny bits of clothing they had been wearing back on. Then they left the same way they had arrived.
Once I was sure they were gone, I made my way out of my hidden spot in the old civil war trench and headed home. Something to remember was etched into my mind forever.
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