Date: Tue, 03 Jul 2001 08:06:12 -0400
From: Ken Craven <ken_craven@hotmail.com>
Subject: 'No Way Back' {Ken Craven} ( bg gg ) [5!20]

NO WAY BACK

By Ken Craven


Chapter 5

The next morning Chris woke up early and slowly set about getting
dressed and preparing for school. As he dressed Chris thought over
what had happened last night. It had not been a dream, he had really
done it with his own sister. If anyone found out he would be in big
trouble. He was not sure, but he thought that if anyone found out he
had did it with his eleven year old sister then he would likely go to jail
or something.

'Oh my god!' his thoughts raced. 'What if mom finds out? My life
would be shit!' He knew that this was a secret that had to be kept
hidden at all costs.

Then a sudden thought struck him. 'Oh shit! What if Karen tells
anyone!' He quickly looked around for clean jockey underwear but
couldn't find any, so decided not to wear any today and he hurriedly
pulled on his gray school shorts and headed out into the corridor. He
could hear his youngest sister Lisa humming loudly from behind
the closed door to the bathroom, and from downstairs he could hear
his mom making breakfast in the kitchen. He quickly moved down the
corridor to Karen's bedroom door and tapped on it.

"Hey Karen! You in there?" he said in a loud whisper.

"Yeah Chris, come in." Chris pushed the door open and entered,
pulling the door closed behind him.

Karen sat on the edge of her bed brushing her long red hair, she
still wore only her long white tee-shirt. Chris knew she was naked
under the tee-shirt and the thought of her bare pussy made his cock
harden in his shorts. Without any underwear to contain it, his cock
immediately began tenting his school shorts so to hide it he sat down
next to his younger sister.

"Karen," he started nervously. "You know what we did last
night."

His sister smiled at him. "Sure Chris, I'm not senile you know!"

"Well we have to keep it secret. Just between us. I think if anyone
found out we could be in big trouble."

Karen stopped brushing and looked directly at her brother. "I
know. Don't worry I won't say anything. And it was really cool too."

Chris blushed at his kid sister's complement of his performance at
first sex with a girl. "I thought it was cool too," was all he could think
of to say.

There was a long silence. Neither of them knew what to say next.
Finally Chris found the courage to speak, "We better get ready for
school."

"OK Chris," Karen answered. "See you downstairs."

With that Chris got up and left his sister's room and headed
downstairs for breakfast. On his way to the kitchen Chris passed the
small downstairs office and decided to go in and look at his email. He
had several email-penpals from all over the world and he liked to keep
in touch with them.

He sat down in front of the computer and switched it on. When it
had booted up he clicked the internet icon with the mouse and waited.
After a few moments the Internet Explorer window opened and he
typed in 'www.hotmail.com' and waited. When the hotmail page
opened he entered his user name 'webranger13' and then his
password. After a few more moments three new emails were listed.

The first was from Max, a German kid in Berlin, and the second
was from Mike, a boy who lived in New Zealand. Chris decided to
leave those for later. But the third email was from someone called
'Smegel.' Chris had never heard of anyone who used this name. Who
could it be?

He placed the cursor over the email entry on the screen and clicked
it. A few moments later the following message appeared on the
screen.


Hi Chris
You don't know me, but I know you.
I know about what you and your
sister did last night. Was she a
good fuck? It mush have been great
to slide into that tight little pussy.

Don't worry I won't tell on you.
Provided you do what I tell you. If
you don't do what I want I will
spread these pictures around.


Chris looked at the bottom of the email. And there were three
pictures of him having sex with his little sister. Chris suddenly felt a
sick feeling in his stomach and is face turned white. This was his
worst nightmare. What did this Smegel want and how did he get these
pictures? Gathering is concentration back Chris continued to read the
rest of the email...


If someone tells you Smegel asked
you to do something, you do it!
No questions! just do it! Or
you will be the one who's fucked!

Your new best friend
Smegel


Chris just starred at the screen. This was a disaster! What did this
Smegel want?

"Are you having breakfast or not?" his Mom's voice called from
the office door.

Chris nearly jumped out of his skin and he quickly switched off the
computer before his Mom could see the awful pictures on the screen.

"I'm coming now mom."

When Chris arrived in the kitchen the girls were already having
breakfast. He said hi sheepishly to both and ate his toast.

"You guys are late you better rush off to get the bus," their Mom
said.

The three siblings quickly finished their breakfast, and dashed off
to catch the bus for their third day at school.

It wasn't until he was on the bus that Chris realized that the way
his little cock always stuck straight out even when it was soft, meant
that the head with its sensitive piss-slit was always brushing against
the coarse material of his gray school short. This was going to be a
problem by the end of the day. But it was too late to do anything about
it now.

The third day of school went even better than before. But he knew
this would change in the afternoon when he had gym class and he
would have to put up with being tormented by the twelve year old
bully Steve.

After the lunch break Chris and Sam parted company and went to
their different classes, Sam to science class and Chris to gym class.

When he arrived at the gym all the boys of his class were huddled
around the gym teacher who held a clipboard. The teacher turned out
to be the swim coach. He was young for a teacher, maybe only twenty
years old.

"OK everyone listen up!" the swim coach said loudly. "Today is a
tryout day for the seventh grade swim team for eleven and twelve year
olds. All of you are going to try for the school team. But before we
head down to the district swimming center we will do some practice
here in our own pool the select our team. Now all of you go and get
changed."

All the boys then dashed to the change rooms and quickly stripped
and changed into their snug-fitting brief white speedos, the school
swim uniform. Once changed they then dashed out the door again and
into the indoor swimming pool area just next to the change room.

Chris wanted to be last in as usual and waited until kids started
leaving before beginning changing. When the last of the other boys
left the room Chris had only just removed his shoes and sox, and was
now unbuttoning his shirt. It was only now that he remembered that he
hadn't brought his speedos. "Oh shit", he grumbled to himself.

"Hurry up in there!" called the swim coach from the open door.
"Your last. I don't want to be late, we have a lot to do today."

"Errr sir," Chris said weakly. "I've left my speedos at home. Sorry
sir."

"What's your name, kid?" asked the coach checking his clipboard.

"Chris," came the embarrassed reply.

"Okay Chris, today your can practice in your underwear, I'll get
speedos for you to take to the tryouts later if you make the cut." The
coach then turned to leave.

Now Chris remembered his next problem, "Errr sir!"

Stopping the coach said, "Yes, what is it?"

Flushing with embarrassment the boy said, "I don't have any
underwear either."

"No underwear!" repeated the coach. "Why don't you have
underwear?"

Chris had to think of an excuse fast, "They caught on a nail and
tore sir."

"Did they. Then you will swim in the buff!" said the coach sternly
folding his arms. "No one get out of swim class today, its too
important."

Chris was stunned, "You can't mean naked sir!"

"Yes naked. Don't worry it's a closed practice in our indoor pool,
nobody else is allowed in, no other classes, just us guys. Anyway
you'll swim faster in the nude without any swim trunks to slow you
down. Now get stripped and over to the pool."

Chris opened his mouth to protest but the coach just held up his
hand, "No more excuses, you'll just have to do it. The tryouts are
compulsory."

Seeing no way to get out of the situation Chris removed his shirt
and slid his shorts down his slender legs and on to the floor. As he slid
them down he was at least thankful to see that his penis had returned
to its normal pink color, and was no longer showing the sore redness
of yesterday.

Chris put his clothes in his locker and walked stark naked from the
change room and into the swimming pool enclosure. The swimming
coach was right behind him preventing any chance of a quick get
away.

There were around thirty boys in this class, all eleven or twelve
years old and all wearing their brief white school issue speedos. They
were already splashing about in the fifty meter indoor pool.

When the other boys saw Chris enter stark naked they all stopped
what they were doing and laughed at him.

"Hey Chris your cock is saluting!" the easily recognizable voice of
Steve yelled from somewhere in the pool.

Chris automatically cupped his genitals with both hands to try and
save his modesty.

"Better get into the water kid," advised the swim coach from
behind him. "Unless you want to stand there on display for the other
boys to laugh at."

Chris knew that this was good advice and immediately ran forward
and jumped into the pool. He was now surrounded by thirty boys all
making lots of noise as they played around in the pool.

Chris decided that if he was going to compete for the tryout team,
he better start warming up. So he began swimming slow steady laps
up and down the pool. All of a sudden he felt a hand grab his cock,
which pointed straight down when he swam, like the rudder of a sail
boat. Ambushed from beneath the water, Chris was pulled under by
his penis, stretching the boy's limp organ painfully, and then just as
suddenly released again. Chris floundered under the surface of the
water for a few seconds and then managed to bring himself back to the
surface where he gasped loudly for air. Quickly recovering he looked
around for the culprit. But there was no one close by. The sneak
attacker had escaped into the crowd of laughing boys, and Steve was
nowhere to be seen.

"Okay time for our practice heats," yelled the swim coach.

As the other boys got out of the pool after their events, Chris
noticed how the material of their white speedos became nearly
transparent when it got wet. But the small swim suits were fitted with
an extra panel of material across the front where it really counted
saving their modesty. But still, Chris thought idly, it made the other
boys in his class look really cute. He could see their firm butt cheeks
and the crack in between very clearly through the transparent wet
speedos and in front he could see all except what was covered by the
hand-sized panel of thicker white material.

While the other boys probably would have given Chris lots of
ribbing during that practice, any such thoughts of teasing quickly
vanished when the tryouts began.

Chris performed well in most events, but bested every other kid in
the hundred meter freestyle, beating Steve out by half a second. The
coach was effusive in his praise, and in less than an hour Chris had
made the team and been named for the hundred meter freestyle event.
All but the ten boys selected were sent to the locker room to change
for a regular gym class. Steve was one of the boys cut from the team
and he was not pleased about it.

Chris and the members of his new team milled around while the
coach went into his office to get the keys to the minibus that would
take them to the swim center for the district tryouts. Chris stood
around with the other team members and toweled themselves dry
while they waited for the coach to return. Chris was so delighted with
his success, that he had even forgotten that he was the only one
completely naked. When they were dry again they just stood around
and waited for the coach to return. One by one all the swim team boys
secretly checked out Chris's two inch circumcised cock and how it
just stuck straight out over his wrinkles tiny balls, shrunken by the
cold water of the pool. Some of them even began to get little erections
that pushed out the front of their brief swim suits.

After about five minutes Steve walked back into the indoor pool
enclosure and walked up to Chris.

"Congratulations on making the team Chris," he said with a smile.
"The coach told me to give you this." He handed Chris a new pair of
white speedos.

"Oh thanks Steve!" Chris grabbed them with glee, grateful to at
last be able to cover his nakedness. Chris thought that maybe this
gesture meant Steve was ready to stop bullying him now.

Chris bent down and slipped the tiny swim suit onto his legs and
pulled them up. He then had to put his hand down the front of them
push his cock down so it lay over his balls. They seemed more than a
little tight and Chris was certain that they were at least a size too
small. His genitals were pushed nearly flat by the tight speedos and
the thin bands of elastic around each of his legs was pulled away from
his skin next to his flattened genitals so that the sides of his squashed
balls pressed out through the gap and could be seen. In front the tiny
garment covered the base of his penis and perhaps just a half inch of
his pubic area and the outline of his two inch circumcised penis was
all too evident. While at the back, the skimpy speedos revealed the top
of the crack between his ass cheeks.

Chris didn't see, but as Steve was walking quickly away, he was
giggling with evil delight to himself.

When the coach returned Chris said, "Hey coach, I think these are
too small."

"Are they?!" the coach said as he appreciatively eyed Chris's
slender body wedged into the tiny white speedos. "I think you're right,
they don't cover much of you. The boy who got them must have
picked up the wrong ones."

Chris was beginning to suspect that he was a victim of one of the
boy's who missed out on the team. And he had a good idea who it
was.

"Well it's too late to change now!" declared the coach. "You'll
have to put up with them for today. Now everyone into the bus."

As they entered the bus the coach handed each boy a fresh towel.
Then he climbed into the driver's seat and started the bus. The drive
took only about ten minutes. As they drove into the car park of the
swim center Chris was amazed at the number of cars and busses
parked there.

"This place must be packed," he said to no one in particular.

The ten white speedo clad boys from the senior school seventh
grade swim team got off the bus and then followed their coach into the
large swimming complex. Once inside they found themselves standing
in front of an Olympic sized indoor swimming pool that had lines of
red floats strung across its surface forming the eight swim lanes.
Surrounding the pool were terraced grand stands, which held more
than five hundred members of opposing swim teams and their
coaches. The place was certainly intimidating for a bunch of eleven
and twelve year olds.

The small group of scantily clad preteen boys followed their coach
to their designated place in the stand and waited for the events to
begin. Team events were first featuring a variety of relays. Chris
didn't have to take part in those, so he just sat in the stand and cheered
his teammates. As his teammates got out of the pool after their events,
Chris again noticed how transparent the material of their white
speedos became when it go wet. He glanced around at the crowd of
boys in the stands and he thought how embarrassed he would feel
showing so much in public. But he resolved not to get shy, his
teammates could do it and so could he.

It was now near the end of the swimming program and Chris's
team had had no success, not even getting a third place.

Finally the entrants for the one hundred meter freestyle, the last
event of the day, were called to the start blocks. As Chris walked
around the side of the pool he couldn't help but feel that all the boys
in the swim center were staring at his obscenely small speedos and
getting a eyeful of his ass crack and his belly all the way down to just
above his cock. When he got to the starting area he was told he was in
lane five so he went over to it and climbed up on the block ready for
the start.

In a minute or two all the other competitors were on their blocks
and waiting for the start.

"Go Chris!" yelled one of his team from the stands.

"Yeah go red!" yelled another.

Chris couldn't help but feel lifted by the vocal support of his team.

"On your marks!" called the starters deep voice and all the eight
twelve year old boys on the starting block hunched down ready to dive
forward.

In the few moments before the start the boy to Chris's right turned
to him and said, "Hey kid, when you bent down your speedos slipped
right down showing your ass."

Fearing his too small speedos had slipped off his bottom and
exposed even more of his young body, Chris reached around and felt
around for his speedos. Just then the starting gun went and all the boys
dived into the water. However Chris was distracted at that moment
and the starting gun took him by surprise, and he lost two precious
seconds at the start. As they swam down the pool on the first fifty
meter length Chris was last by at least five meters.

"Oh shit!" groaned the swim coach. "What in the world was that
kid doing at the start." The coach didn't want to return to the school
having had none of his team even get a place in an event. But it looked
like that's how it was going to be.

When all the kids reached the other end they all touched the wall
and headed back for the final leg of the swim. But Chris had been
taught a proper tumble-turn, easily gained up a body length on the turn
alone. With twenty-five meters to go he was just two meters behind
the leaders and even in the water the racing boys could hear the crowd
cheering them on.

With ten meters to go most were starting to tire. But Chris
maintained a constant speed and began to overhaul the leading
swimmers.

"Yeah go Red go!" screamed his team and coach in the stands,
now realizing they actually had a chance.

At last Chris's hand hit the end wall completing the race.
Breathless he clung on to the one of the floating lane dividers and
looked around trying to figure out where he had finished. He hoped he
had finished at least third.

A judge came over to Chris leaned down and said, "Congratulation
kid! You won by three tenths of a second."

Chris couldn't believe it. He had actually won!

Seeing the look of disbelief in his eyes, the judge added, "You
really did win kid! You did great for such a small body. Now you
have to get out and go to the presentation area to get your winners
badge.

Chris was still stunned. He really did win! He had never won
anything before in his life. He swam over to the ladder at the side of
the pool and climbed out and walked over to the presentation area.
Where two other boys, who'd got second and third were already
waiting.

An elderly judge came over and shook their hands he then pinned a
badge onto the side of each boy's brief speedos. As he pinned Chris's
on, he seemed to take a little while longer but Chris didn't notice.
When this was done the boys were told to stand together in a line with
Chris in the middle. A photographer stepped forward and kneeled
down right in front of the three semi naked boys and took a couple of
pictures with a flash. He was about to get up again, but then seemed to
do a double-take. He looked back at Chris, then pointed his camera
right at the new hundred meter champion, adjusted the zoom lens for
closer detail and took a few more shots.

'I think I'm going to be in the school paper,' though Chris proudly
as he waved to the cheering crowd. For the first time Chris noticed
that some of the boys in the stands nearby were laughing and pointing
at him.

"Hey kid," said the boy next to him over the din of the crowded
swimming center.

Chris turned to look at him. The other boy had the second place
badge pinned to the side of his red speedos, and it was the same boy
that tricked him on the start.

The boy leaned close to Chris, "You know what that guy was
really taking pictures of?" he asked cryptically.

"What do you mean?" Chris asked. He was completely clueless of
what was happening.

Smiling with pleasure and a touch of revenge for being beaten, the
second placed boy spoke again to Chris, "Everyone can see your cock
right through you speedos, its like they're see-through or something."

Shocked by what he heard Chris look down at his wet speedos for
the first time since leaving the pool. There it was! He could see his
pink penis pressed against his pancake squashed balls right through
the wet material of the speedos. His circumcised cock head was
clearly visible pressed against the thin material that was so transparent
even his piss slit was visible. He was virtually naked in front of
hundreds of seventh graders.

Now he realized what had happened. Steve had given the speedos
to him back at school. Chris didn't check them, but if he did he would
have seen that the front panel of thicker protective material had been
removed from this pair. So when they got wet, the thin white material
at the front, already stretched even thinner by being too small for him,
become very transparent. Allowing his hairless boyhood to seen by
everyone. Steve had got him again!

Totally humiliated the red haired twelve year old put both hands
over his exposed genitals and ran along the side of the pool and
headed for the exit. As he frantically dashed past the laughing crowd
he noticed Steve sitting with a few of his friends in the front row, and
they heckled him as he ran past.

"Nice prick Red!"

"Don't get a stiffie in that thing, it'll burst!"

"At least its not sticking out like usual!"

"Streaking is out of style dickhead!"

Once outside the stadium Chris dashed for the minibus. But it was
locked, so he had to stand around with his hands cupped over his
genitals while he waited for the rest of the team and the coach to get
there. But he quickly realized that they would be quite a while yet as
there were still a few events to go. He couldn't go back into the pool
stadium, it would be just too embarrassing, and he didn't want to stay
in the car park because all numerous people passing by stared at the
curios little preteen boy wearing only skimpy white speedos and with
his hands clamped over his balls. He was only five miles from home.
He could run there in an hour. Seeing no better option Chris began
jogging barefoot along the busy main street of the town.

Curious shoppers stared at the near naked boy as he passed
hurriedly by. As he ran Chris kept his hands still covering his sex, but
this just drew their gaze to his crotch. So he let his hands fall away
from his groin which allowed him to swing his arms normally as he
ran. He kept moving as quickly as he could, so the crowds of strangers
in the busy street could not get a clear look at his exposed preteen
genitals. The embarrassed boy could feel his cock harden
unexpectedly. As he ran, Chris glanced down and saw that his
stiffening cock was pushing the front of his skimpy speedos out
obscenely. He desperately hoped no one could see, but he felt like
everyone was starring at him.

Back at the main entrance of the swimming complex Steve stood
with his gang as they watched Chris's white clad rear disappear into
the crowed street. They had hoped to have some fun, but Chris was
too far away to chase now. So instead he pulled out his mobile phone
and dialed a number. He then waited patiently with the phone pressed
to his ear.

"Hi Justin," he said into the tiny phone. "Just letting you know he
decided to run home after the swim. What? Oh yeah, everyone saw his
little pecker. The only way back to his house is through the woods and
he'll have to cross the creek at the footbridge. You can meet him there
if you want some fun." Laughing to the other members of his gang
Steve hung up and then said to them, "You guys go back in and see
the rest of the races. I got stuff to do."

"Yeah sure you have!" the other boys snickered and obediently
went back into the swimming complex.

Steve walked over to the row of bicycles and removed the padlock
off his blue mountain bike. He then casually got on the bike and began
riding after Chris as a slow leisurely place.


End of chapter 5


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