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Subject: Lil Peepers This story has been floating around in my head for a couple of years now. I’ve started it 2 or 3 times then discarded it for a variety of reasons. I really only think about it when I’m working in my yard naked or otherwise and wondering what it would be like if there were kids hiding in the woods that border the back part of my property. So, here it is. I doubt there will be more but who knows. Regardless, N-joi. Hugs, Tag_m ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ PLEASE START THE NEW YEAR OUT RIGHT MAKE A $$$ CONTRIBUTION TO fty/donate.html ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I had known that someone was there the first day that they showed up and I knew it for a couple of reasons. One, my older brother and I had roamed every inch of the 400 acres of woods that bordered the back and one side of our property, often times naked as the day we were born. We had grown up there, moving to the property when I was 3 and Ralph was 8. My father had gotten permission from the Rasmussen’s for us to play in the woods provided we didn’t destroy things, we didn’t litter and we didn’t start fires. We could camp there if we wanted but no fires, no permanent changes. Mr. Rasmussen would do a walk around check every so often and never did he complain to my father about our behavior. The second reason I knew they were there was because my brother had built the peeping hide that they were in for me when I was 9 years old. It wasn’t much, just bushes and strategically placed dead brush and the like. He built it so that I could watch quietly when he and his friends were fucking girls or each other on our back lawn, not 15 feet away from the hide. I adored my brother and he adored me. Ralph taught me all kinds of things that our father never had much chance to do, his having died when I was 7 and Ralph 12. So Ralphie taught me how to pitch a ball, strike a tent, train a dog and everything in between. And he taught me about sex. Ralph never did much with me despite the fact that I was more than willing. Sure, he fondled me, sucked my cock once in a while, showed me how to jack off and let me jack him off and suck his cock from time to time but that was pretty much it. “Any one of my friends would love to play with you Sammy,” he told me. “But I want to play with you Ralphie,” I practically whined. He commiserated with me but held fast. I would find out later on that the reason he rarely played sexy with me was because he was afraid that he’d really like it and living together like we did and with so much free and unmonitored time, he was afraid that he’d take advantage of that. “I would have been sexing you every day Sammy,” he said. Well for fuck’s sake, I would have been fine with that. Alas, it wasn’t to be. So, a lot of my sex education came from hiding behind the blind while my brother Ralph and his friends did each other, did little girls or little boys, hell I even watched one of his friends get fucked by a big dog. When I saw that dog’s dick after it came out of the boys’ ass I about flipped. Sweet Jesus it looked like a big fat angry red rocket. The knot at the base was like a fucking baseball and I wondered if it had gone in the boys’ asshole then figured, no way. As I found out later, I’d been dead wrong about that. Our property started out as 55 acres in what was then considered country. Over the years my mother had sold 2 acre plots, the smallest that the codes would allow at the time, to augment her income. So, by the time I came to own it, the property was 11 acres. It was still sort of in the country but as the nearest city grew, so the countryside became less country. What had been mostly 10 acre to hundred acre farms was now mostly houses on � to 1 acre or less plots of land. There were still some farms but nothing much bigger than what I owned except for the guy who ran the local vegetable stands, the big ones. And of course, the Rasmussen’s property behind ours. Growing up, the nearest ümitköy escort house was a mile away, by the time I lived there as an adult the nearest house was 100 or more yards away. What started as unincorporated land was now a series of small incorporated towns, most with nothing larger than a Safeway or Albertson’s store, post office, a dozen or so small businesses along with the usual suspects in the fast food industry, and sometimes a little more upscale family style diner. My brother was killed in Viet Nam when he was 19 years old and left a moderate life insurance policy that helped to prevent mom from having to sell off everything. When I reached my 40’s I began giving her $250 a month to help augment her social security. She passed away when I was 51 and I inherited the property, free and clear of any mortgages. The house was toward the back of the 11 acres and completely shielded from any outside view due to hedges, woods, and fences although there was no fence between my property and the Rasmussen’s. The back of my house faced the Rasmussen woods, easily 120 feet away. A wide wood deck ran the length of my house and between that and their property line I had plenty of flower gardens, tall cedars or firs with fern gardens and rockery and benches underneath them. A small creek ran down along one side and had a nice sized pond that was fed by the creek. It was very idyllic and, with the exception of airplanes, very private. Thus, I went naked much of the time. I sunbathed on my deck or on the lawn, worked in my yard, swam in my pond, almost always without clothing on. I had practiced nudism much of my adult life. I loved the freedom of being naked especially among other people. It was at a nudist resort in a warm southern state where I was a member that I got my first taste of kiddie sex, as an adult, at the ripe age of 23. I’d spend many entire weekends there and had made friends with many of the people who were regulars too, and many of them had children. I’d been invited to a cookout at one of families little cabin in an area of the resort that was off limits to the general public, where people owned their cabins, but not the land. The cabins were pretty much in a section of the woods and situated to provide some privacy between each other as well. As I was walking with Tad, the man of the family, we were passing another cabin where some people were gathered out front in lounge chairs and the like. I watched as a boy maybe 9 years old went up to a woman, placed his mouth over her breast and began nursing as they stood there. She waved hello to us then put her hand at the back of the boys’ head and ruffled his hair. I could see the boys’ cock go from soft to full on hard before we passed out of sight. “Things are considerably different on this side of the fence Sam,” he said, “I hope it doesn’t bother you too much.” “Not in the least little bit Tad, I’m good.” He clapped me on the back and said good. Going by yet another cabin I saw a little girl crawl up onto a man’s lap and as we passed by, it looked an awful lot like his cock was inside her cunt yet he sat there holding a conversation with two other adults who were also in camp chairs. “Like I said,” Tad said. “It’s all good,” I replied. At Tad and Lois’ cabin I was introduced to some people I didn’t know, others I did know or at least we’d seen each other around. There were 7 or so adults at least a dozen kids of varying ages roaming around, tossing a ball or doing kid stuff. A handful of them were teenage boys or tween boys and judging from their development between 11 and 14 possibly. I never tired of looking at naked teenage boys. As I would learn later that didn’t escape Tad’s attention or one of the other adults present and was why I’d been invited to their barbecue despite not having a kid with me. I guess for the most part it was a BYOK system but they made an exception for me. As we sat chatting and sipping beers, Tad’s avrupa yakası üniversiteli escort 9 year old daughter Kyra seemed to be doing a little flirting with me. A cute little thing with long black hair she’d offered to get me another beer, bring me pretzels and things of that nature. This wasn’t the first time either; it had happened a few other times when I’d joined the family around the resort’s man made lake. I thought that her mother had caught me out while checking out her little pussy one afternoon but I couldn’t be sure about that. “I can touch my toes Sam, wanna see,” Kyra asked at one point. I chose to humor her and said yes. The little vixen turned away from me and bent over and touched her toes and giving me a terrific view of her hairless muffin in the process. I could easily see the indentation of where her cunt hole was as well as her puckered pink asshole above it. With the clit, her barely visible little clit and puffy lips, well, I was grateful that it only lasted a couple seconds. What could I do but clap my hands and tell her good job. Her mother called to her and off she went while her father gave me a very amused look. Along with at least one of the other men sitting there. “I would say, Tad said, “that my little girl wants you to fuck her, at least according to my wife.” “Excuse me,” I said, clearly shocked. “She’s not the only one,” Jeremy said, “my son Chace said the same thing.” Jeremy nodded to a cute blonde boy that might be 13. He had a nice cock and a barely visible smattering of dark blonde hair at the base of it. He happened to glance over at us and saw us looking but made clear eye contact with me, smiled and gave a little wave and ran off. Both men laughed, the expression on my face warranting the response I suppose. “Don’t be too surprised Sam, like I said, on this side of the fence things are much different. If you’re wondering our thoughts on that subject we’ll tell you that it’s up to the kids. As parents we all share the children when it comes to sex. The kids are allowed to do what they want so, if Kyra wants you to fuck her, and if you’re willing, then go for it. “Same with my boy,” Jeremy said. “In fact I think that everyone in our little group here would be willing to tumble you including me.” I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Well how am I supposed to choose? I certainly don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings.” “The beauty is that you don’t have to. You can do Kyra and Chace together. It wouldn’t be the first time someone has gotten double teamed. The kids are very aware of the pressure in those circumstances and are very considerate with each other. If it came right down to it, Chace would defer to Kyra if she insisted on being your first.” Tad said pretty much described Kyra as well. “You can also choose to do nothing and nobody would fault you, you’d still be welcome here. We all like you Sam but it’s your call whether or not you engage with them, assuming you even want to. “Well, yeah,” I replied, “when you put it that way I would love to play with both kids, and you guys too for that matter. But how do we go about that? I mean, just go find em or what?” “It will unfold on its own once we signal everyone that we can begin. The one thing is though, sneaking off to a bedroom or other hiding spot isn’t allowed. Everything is out in the open. All of us love to watch others and plenty of us like being watched while we fuck suck or whatever. It’s pretty much a matter of going ahead no matter where you are on the property or in the house other than bedroom bathrooms or closets. So, it will unfold.” Unfold, it did. I stayed with them for an entire weekend. I fucked the girl and the boy a couple of times and plenty of other girls and boys and adults as well. But, that’s a different story so back to the current part of the story. So, I knew there was someone in the hide just across the property line on the Rasmussen’s urfa escort land. It would unfold however it would unfold. It was in the ballpark of whoever was peeping on me; they had to make the first move. I went about my business, even going so far as to piss on the ground, right in front of the hide and thus giving the peepers a full on close up view of my boy stuff. And it was healthy boy stuff which might have been part of the reason for my success at the nudist resorts I frequented. I had hit my peak size by the time I was 15 years old. My cock hung long and thick, roughly 7� or more inches soft, in warm weather that is. It gained a good inch and a quarter when it was engorged. I wasn’t coke can thick but not far from it and my large balls hung quite low, I suppose the weight of the eggs dragged my sac out. I remembered my brother Ralph being really big too and as I grew up I began to match him for size. He praised me greatly as did more than a few of his friends as well as my own friends. I have to say that, at 12 I knew damn well he was. I grabbed the lube, slathered my cock and got in close before having Kent pull out, albeit, slowly. “I want you to move onto your back please Cassian,” I asked softly. The boy did as I asked and I stepped up to the bed. I caught his ankles and pulled a little closer to the edge and had him hold his legs back as I got into position I thought about what had happened and was going to happen. The short story is that I had never gone from first meeting to fucking as quickly as I had on this go around. It wasn’t more than 30 minutes from there to here. Oh sure, I’d had some pretty quickly transpired encounters when I fucked kids in some of the Asian countries but of course those encounters were bought and paid for. Little to no foreplay was almost preferable to them. Personally, I liked foreplay. My now swollen cock head touched his flesh, the hole clearly not back to complete normal. I touched, I pushed, I pushed a little harder and my cock slipped inside the tight confines of Cassian’s asshole. “Ouch, that hurts a bit,” the boy cried out. No doubt it did. I stopped; of course. It took a minute but Cassian finally gave me the go ahead to go ahead so I went ahead and slowly buried 8� thick inches of full grown man cock into his tight little barely non-virgin ass. “Holy fuck,” Kent said in a quiet voice, his eyes totally glued to the action area. “Indeed,” I said and began to pull out. I managed about 3 inches before going back home then repeated the process another 4 or 5 times before stopping. Kent asked him how he was doing and Cassian said it was already feeling better. “I want to get you into a better position Cassian,” I said then together we moved him farther onto the bed. At that point I slipped my arms under his legs and began to fuck the boy. It was delicious looking down onto his smooth face and watching his emotions play out. It didn’t take long before he was breathing heavy. “God it’s nice being inside of you Cassian,” I said softly. “You’re such a cute boy and a delicious fuck.” At that point I began to fuck him hard. I could go on and on about it but everybody knows what it was like. The sound of our bodies slapping together was the primary sound in the room for a bit. Then grunts began finding their way into the mix; both his and mine. Kent just stood by and stared. I was going to suggest that he offer Cassian his cock but decided against it. “Oh gosh it’s happening Kent, I’m gonna get my good feelings, I’m gonna…” and that’s as far as he got. His orgasm must have been pretty powerful because his body shook as though he were an epileptic. He cried out repeatedly, his asshole clamped down on me like a vice and made me cum. I bellowed out loud as my body went through the convulsions of my orgasm. I hadn’t cum in a few days so I was sure that I was loading the kid up with a ton of high quality sperm. I slammed my cock into him, moving us farther up the bed. Things finally slowed down and I stopped, both Cassian and I were panting loudly. “Goddamn,” Kent said, “can you fuck me like that?” It took me a moment to answer because I was busy hauling in much needed oxygen. I finally managed to look at the black haired boy. “I don’t see any reason why not.” FOR 300 MORE TAG_M STORIES GO TO THE AUTHOS LINK ON NIFTY’s HOMEPAGE

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