Date: Mon, 6 Oct 2008 18:52:14 -0400
From: chris james <drmeta4@gmail.com>
Subject: The Trees Have Eyes, Chapter 1

Dear Readers: this is a fictional story written for adults, the author does
not encourage readers under the age of 18...yeah, you! Please return when
you are of an age to read this. Now on with the show. So you live in a
quiet neighborhood or do you know better? Do any of us really know who is
watching us in the dark? Reader comments are welcome.

	drmeta4@gmail.com


			The Trees Have Eyes  (M/B)

		       (Dusty, a Study in Voyuerism)

	I was sitting on a tree limb, not the most comfortable place to
spend an hour, but I wasn't going to miss my chance again. My balls were
going numb and my boxers had become wedged up the crack of my ass. I
reached a hand down into the front of my camo pants and rearranged the
package, ahh...the relief. Damn, where were they? This was the fourth night
I had climbed up here to see if I could catch them doin it.

	The mission, as I liked to call it, had started out as usual when I
told my parents good night and yawned. Heading off to my room in the
basement I had slipped out of my regular clothes and into full mission
gear. The camouflaged pants and T-shirt were a little warm for the month of
July, it was still in the upper seventies at night.

      	But it was part of the plan and the mission had become
everything. I applied the camo paint to my face and the back of my hands
before checking myself out in the mirror. Yeah, looking good. I tucked my
long blonde hair up under the forage cap. Now I was ready. My backpack
contained the additional supplies I would need. The small plastic sandwich
bags and my dad's video camera were all there...time to go.

      	I slid open the window and crawled out into the flowerbed, sliding
the storm window shut behind me. My eyes adjusted to the darkness around me
and I looked up at the starry sky. The moon was low on the horizon and that
was good, I would be in the shadows anyway.

	The target was only two blocks away and I slipped through the
neighbor's yard to keep out of the dim wash from the streetlights. A dog
barked but I was already two yards over before it charged the fence, raging
at the empty shadows where I had been only moments before.

      	I pushed through the pine trees bordering the back of the townhouse
development and came to the base of my selected perch. The maple tree was
about forty feet tall and had a fullness that caused the upper branches to
spread out over the roof of the townhouse at this end of the row. I began
my climb.

	I was almost twenty-five feet in the air when I came to the branch
that had been my lookout for all these nights, it was slightly above the
level of the bedroom window. As usual the drapes were open and a light from
somewhere to the right bathed the room with a dim glow. I could see the bed
right there in front of me, maybe a dozen feet away through the glass. The
headboard was on my left and through a doorway on the other side I could
see a large walk-in closet.

	I unpacked the camera and checked the battery charge, the meter
said full. I hung the camera by its strap from the limb above me and aimed
it out towards the bed. Through the lens the view was limited to the
bedspread and the doorway beyond, this was perfect, now all I had to do was
wait.

	I was real good at waiting, but my anticipation of what I was going
to see unfold before me made my cock shift in my pants. I recalled the
first time I had hidden away to wait and watch, my very first mission.

	I was thirteen that summer and Jerry Peterson had dared me to hide
out in the girl's locker room after swim team practice, a challenge I
readily accepted. The locker I chose was at the end of a row looking into
the showers, from there I would get to see 'it'...whatever 'it' was.

	Jerry hadn't been too specific, 'it' could mean breasts, butts or
even some... That thought made me shudder, I wasn't doing this to look at
girls was I? No, I did it because Jerry got a boner every time he thought
about naked women. I just wanted to be able to tell him what it looked
like, that ought to lead to something.

	I had studied the lockers in the men's room, discovering how the
mechanism worked. I would need a small screwdriver to lift the latch to get
out when I was done and to jam the door so no one could open it. Being
discovered was out of the question.

	I had slipped out of practice early and walked down the hall past
the men's locker room. The hall was deserted as I slid myself through the
women's locker room door. I was feeling confident as I slipped into the
empty locker to wait, this was all so easy.

      	I had been hiding about ten minutes when the girls started pouring
through the door. Through the slits of the air vent in the locker door I
saw them begin to stand under the showers. It was funny, but none of them
took their suits off, damn.

      	By twos and threes they walked past my hideout towards the lockers
to undress. I craned my neck to the right to see through the vent and could
only make out a few of the nine or ten-year-olds taking off their
suits. Shit, I wanted to see the seniors. You know, the ones with all that
hair between their legs and the big tits. I had to be able to tell Jerry
something.

	The sound of voices soon faded and the place seemed empty, I was
listening to be sure before I popped the door. It seemed like the coast was
clear and so I lifted the latch but it wouldn't budge. I twisted the
screwdriver and it slipped from my fingers falling to the floor of the
metal coffin with a clang. Oh shit, I was trapped.

      	The space was too small for me to reach the one implement I needed
to open the door, uh oh. I was just about to panic when I heard the sound
of the locker room door open and the rumble of a trash cart rolling across
the tiles. The janitor, he would let me out, but then I hesitated. What
could I do to explain my presence?

	I was sure the pool was probably closed by now, the last of the
swimmers and their parents gone home. My bike was chained to the rack
outside but my parents would panic if I didn't show up within the hour. The
cops would come looking for me.

	The janitor pushed his cart into the bathroom and I got a look at
the guy as he passed me by. I'd never seen him before so he had to be
fairly new, a good looking college boy.

      	I saw him dump the paper towels out of the waste can in the
bathroom and look around the shower area. He walked back towards me and
shut a few of the open locker doors. He reached the end of the row and
hesitated looking back my way, did he sense my presence? I saw him reach
into a locker and pick something up off the shelf inside.

	His hand came out of the locker holding a pair of girl's underpants
and he smiled. I watched as he fondled them with both hands, bringing the
small white garment to his face and sniffing. Oh gross, I wondered what he
smelled on the fabric, could it be...oh yuck.

      	He licked his lips and then sat down on the bench facing my hiding
place. A hand crept to his crotch and he began to rub. Shit, he had
developed a huge bulge in his pants, was that his cock? I felt a bead of
sweat roll down my face, it was getting warm in here.

	The boy unzipped his uniform pants and undid his belt. Slowly he
slid his underwear and pants down, dropping both items on the floor. Holy
shit, his cock was huge. With his feet on either side of the bench he
grasped that enormous cock and began to stroke it as he leaned back against
the wall.

      	My own cock was stretching out the front of my bathing suit and I
hoped he couldn't hear my heavy breathing. I was pouring sweat now but
couldn't take my eyes off the guy's cock. The head of his cock was huge, it
was an awesome sight.

	He spit on his hand and spread the moisture along the shaft of his
cock as he stroked. I heard him moan and felt my cock twitch in response. I
didn't dare touch myself down there, the slightest move might make a noise
and bring attention to me.

      	The guy was really stroking his meat now and I watched in amazement
at the expressions on his face as he jerked. I had only been playing with
myself for a few months and knew how good it felt to pop a nut but this guy
was going crazy. Every move of his hand seemed to make his body twitch and
jerk, damn, he was really getting into it.

	His moans quickly changed and I watched as his mouth fell open and
he gasped. My cock was feeling weird...and I knew what that
meant. Something was gonna happen...and soon.

      	Tilting his head back the boy slipped the panties over his face and
I watched his tongue lick at the thin fabric. He brought his feet up on the
bench and spread his legs, I could see his big pink asshole. His right hand
was grasping his cock as he slid his left hand down to his butt. I watched
a finger disappear up inside his ass and his body jerked in response.

      	Damn, my whole body was trembling now and my knees were
shaking. Suddenly the boy gave a mighty groan and held his cock straight up
in the air. A huge amount of cum sprayed out and flew up towards the
ceiling. Oh wow, it looked awesome as he sprayed that white stuff all over
the place.

      	I suddenly felt a trickle of something spit from the tip of my
cock. Damn, I had cum and I never even touched it. The warm spermy mess
oozed through the front of my suit and began to run down my leg. My knees
trembled as I felt another spurt leave my cock and then another. It had
never felt this awesome before.

      	The janitor cleaned up his mess and washed his hands in the
bathroom. He put his pants back on and whistled as he rolled the trash cart
towards the exit door, the panties now wadded up in his pants pocket. The
locker room was quiet once again and I gasped for air. What an experience.

      	I tried to grasp the screwdriver with my toes. After a few
clattering attempts I managed to secure it and bring my leg up until my
hand could grasp the tool. I fumbled at the door and finally felt the latch
give way, the door swung open.

	Riding home that night, with the squish of a cum laden crotch to
remind me of what I had just seen, I began to realize something.  It wasn't
the girl's panties that turned me on, it was the college boy and his big
cock. It was a moment of revelation...and not the last I would ever have.

	The tree branch was hard under my butt so I slid the backpack under
me as a cushion. It shouldn't be long now, the dial of my watch said it was
eleven-fifteen. I imagined when the news was over on television they would
be coming up to bed, and I could watch them fuck. Oh yes, tonight they
would fuck and I would have a grandstand seat to watch.

      	A trickle of sweat worked its way down my forehead from under the
hat and I wished for a breeze. I chuckled to myself. But not like the
breeze that had almost knocked me out of that tree a few years back, that
was a hurricane.

	I'd been visiting my cousins in Florida when the hurricane stuck
giving us three days of high winds and gusting rain. My cousin Tommy and I
had been climbing out on the roof every night to have a smoke, I was
fourteen then and he was twelve. We were sleeping in the same room and
thought cigarettes were the big thing, the forbidden fruit of adult-like
behavior.

	The second night we were out there in the freshening breeze, long
before the storm really came ashore, but it was still pretty strong. I had
taken a pair of binoculars with us. Glancing at the backs of the houses
across the way I noticed the drapes were open on the house two doors down.

	As I watched, a naked woman passed in front of the window. I handed
the glasses to Tommy and told him to look at the window. He almost fell off
the roof when she came back and just stood there. I smiled as Tommy began
to rub the front of his shorts...he was game.

	The following night we had carefully positioned the ladder my uncle
was using to board up the house. Tommy and I climbed down into the back
yard and crept over the fence. Finally we stood in the yard where the woman
lived.

      I wasn't particularly interested in the woman, but I was excited
about Tommy's cock. Just this morning I had slipped out of bed and gently
fingered the lump at his crotch under the sheet. Tommy's cock had stiffened
and he moaned in his sleep. It grew nice and stiff...he was ready to
play. I hoped this little mission would be the trigger to set him off.

	We climbed the slick branches of a grapefruit tree in her
backyard. The wind was pretty strong up here and the steady patter of rain
hitting the leaves began as we settled in to watch. It was warm outside so
a little wet didn't disturb us, but the wind was moving the tree around
pretty good.

	A light came on in the bedroom and Tommy laughed. The woman crossed
the room and began to undress. Tommy grasped my arm in excitement as she
got down to her bra and panties, then a man came into the picture. She sat
on the bed and unsnapped her bra. I looked down and saw the head of Tommy's
cock poking out the leg of his tight little shorts, he was hung pretty
good.

	The man appeared naked and the woman reached out and grasped his
cock. I'd never seen oral sex performed before, this was a first for both
of us. The guy had a long cock but she seemed to take most of it in her
mouth quite easily. I wondered if I could do that, I sure wanted to try.

	The woman got down on her hands and knees on the bed and the man
entered her from behind. Tommy already had his hand on his cock, slyly
pulling on it as it lay alongside his leg. I guess he didn't think I would
notice. It didn't matter, I would do him a favor later.

      	The tree was swaying around in the breeze, the rain coming down
harder and Tommy was slowly jerking himself off next to me. I watched the
guy shoving his cock into her receptacle and wondered what it would feel
like to get fucked. That's when a gust of wind hit us and I lost my grip on
the branch.

	I slid almost halfway down the tree before I managed to grab a
passing branch. I was hanging by my arms when Tommy tumbled down above
me. I held on with one hand and grabbed him with the other, stopping his
fall. He was hanging by his arms but his knees were on my shoulders. I
looked up and saw his cock dangling in my face. Aw, what the hell. I opened
my mouth and sucked it in.

	Tommy squawked but I felt his cock stiffen. I had never managed to
suck anyone else's cock before, no one had ever let me. Tommy really had no
choice at this point, my mouth took firm control on his cock. The taste of
his flesh thrilled me, and the smell...oh yes, the smell of his crotch was
overwhelming.

	The wind and rain were all but forgotten as I swallowed his cock
and heard him groan. And in all, it really took no more than a minute
before Tommy squawked again and I felt his cock pulse in my mouth.

      	A nice gush of cum poured down my throat and it tasted so sweet. I
sucked hard, stripping the last ounce of sugary liquid from it before I let
it pop out from between my lips.

	I braced my legs against another limb and pulled Tommy down beside
me. He looked at me in amazement and then smiled.

      	"Thanks, Dusty", he said...and that was it.

       	Well no it wasn't actually. Tommy and I spent the rest of the storm
groping each other by day and night. He was the sexiest boys I had ever
encountered. I had my first fuck with him, and he with me, we both loved
it. I left for home the following week and never got to tell Tommy how
grateful I was for the experience.

	I saw a shift in the light through the window and John came into
the bedroom. John Stuart Langley was the guy's name. I knew that because
delivering his morning paper had been my job for the past two years.

	Ever since my experience with Tommy I had been hot for this guy, he
didn't even know I existed. No, maybe that was unfair, he had always been
nice to me, but I was just a high school kid and way too young for his
attentions.

	I squirmed on the limb and watched the lights come on beside the
bed, John began to undress. I turned on the camera and sat back to
watch. His friend came into the picture, a tall blonde with a narrow
waist. John exchanged a few words with the guy and now both of them were
undressing.

	I called the other guy Ralph, not because that was his name but
because I had to call him something. I saw John laugh and Ralph playfully
slapped his ass, pushing past into the closet. John peeled off his briefs
and I saw that cock I loved so much.

	Twice I had seen them almost fuck on that bed but their sex play
had been light and they had orally pleased each other. I had brought the
camera to capture the big moment I was sure would happen tonight. Just the
thought of being able to replay the moment over and over on my VCR gave me
an erection, just like the one that swelled my crotch this very moment.

	Ralph walked back into view and reached out a hand to grasp John's
stiffening cock. His mouth soon followed and John grasped his boyfriend by
the hair, shoving his meat down the guy's throat. Damn, this was exciting
to watch.

      	I unzipped my pants and freed my cock to the warm night air. I
looked at John's cock sliding in and out of that mouth, it looked like he
had at least eight inches of meat there. Ralph had a smaller cock and that
was good, I knew mine was almost like John's.

	John interrupted the blowjob and lay down on the bed so he could
suck on Ralph, they continued together. Oh I hoped they would fuck this
time, I desperately wanted to see John in action. Not that Ralph was
unattractive to me, but it was John I had been fantasizing about.

      	I thought of this mission as a preview. It was a study just to see
just how John did it so I would learn to know what he liked. My cock
started oozing and I felt the pre-cum smear down my cock as my fingers
spread it around. Then I remembered the plastic bag and slipped one out of
my shirt pocket.

      	John was over top of Ralph now and their mouths were locked to each
other's cocks. My fingers closed around my cock and I began to rub up and
down in the slime. Damn, John had a nice ass, I wondered if he ever liked
getting fucked? Ralph was definitely the passive one in their relationship,
I was envious of him but then I had my reasons.

	Ralph had raised his legs now and John put his face down and
started licking between the cheeks of his lover's ass. I knew about such
things but had never done it myself, I would gladly have stuck my tongue up
John's ass if he asked me to. My cock was responding to the slide of my
hand, I wanted to cum for him.

      	Oh John, please just look my way and I'll give it to you, oh
please...but he didn't. My hand was working faster now and I spread the bag
open and slid it over the end of my cock. Oh shit, John. I'm cuming for
you.

	My first blast of cum sprayed against the wall of the bag and John
kept eating Ralph's asshole. White gobs of my sperm coated the inside of
the plastic and I slowly squeezed out the last drops as Ralph nibbled on
John's cock.

      	For the moment my cock lay limply across my leg as I zipped the bag
shut and stuffed it in my pocket. Come on John, fuck him...I had to see it.

	John was doing pushups on Ralph's face, his cock damn near embedded
in his lover's throat. His face was still between Ralph's ass cheeks and I
knew he was getting that hole ready for his entry. How long could it take?
John sure looked like he enjoyed tonguing that hole.

      	There was a pause and Ralph rolled over on his stomach...this was
it. John positioned himself and I saw how long and stiff his cock was. Wow,
something like that would probably hurt me. Oh yes, John could hurt me all
he wanted. My asshole began to tingle as my cock began to rise again.

	John's cock moved downwards and I saw him hesitate. Ralph said
something and John smiled before shoving his cock between those
cheeks. Ralph jumped and an expression of pain crossed his face. Oh man,
hurt me John, I'd love to feel that pain. My cock was stiff again and my
hand began to stroke.

	John was going straight in, pushing himself right into that ass
until his body came in contact with Ralph's buns. Oh shit, he was fucking
the hell out of that ass. John was moving faster now, stroking his cock in
between those cheeks and nailing Ralph's ass hard. I rubbed my erection
until it began to hurt, then I spit on my fingers and grasped it again. Oh
fuck me John, fuck me, fuck me.

	Ralph was thrashing around under the onslaught of that cock. I saw
John reach for the guy's hands and pin him down. Oh yeah, he liked it rough
too. John leaned over and sank his teeth into Ralph's shoulder. I could
almost hear a scream of pain and John laughing.

      	Fuck me John...fuck me. My hand whacked the hell out of my meat. I
had only one desire left, I wanted us to come together. It was too much to
hope that he would pull out at the end and spray his cum all over Ralph's
back, but I prayed he would. I was starting to get that tingle in my balls
again so I reached for the plastic bag.

	I could see that John was getting there too. His mouth was open,
chest heaving as he gasped for breath. Oh to hear the sounds in that
room. The smack of John's body slamming into that ass, the wet squish of
his cock in that hole.

      	John said something and my eyes read the words right off his
lips...he was cuming. My hand raced up and down the shaft of my cock,
pounding it furiously, I had to get there with him. Ralph had his head
thrown back, his mouth open. I guessed he was feeling like his ass was on
fire from all that friction. Oh if it were only my ass. My hand sped along
and I spit again for more lubrication.

	I was just beginning to feel the rush of cum boiling up from the
depths when John pulled out of Ralph's ass. Oh fuck...yes, do it. John's
hand sought out his cock and pumped furiously, I matched his tempo. Oh
shit...here it comes.

	Great spurts of white shot from John's cock, spraying all over
Ralph's buttocks and back, coating him with spermy goo. And as he came John
turned his head towards the window and looked right at me. I groaned out my
love to him. Uh, uh...here it is for you, John...and my cock erupted in the
bag.

      	My balls felt like they were going to fall off as my hand pumped
out the huge load. Oh I came hard, just like John...just like he had cum
for me. I grasped my cock and squeezed the remaining drops into the bag and
felt my balls begin to ache. Zipping up the bag I dropped it to the lawn
far below.

	John and Ralph were kissing now but I had seen enough. I sat there
a while as John masturbated his boyfriend and Ralph's climax was nothing
special but I let the camera run anyway. Finally they got up from the bed
and went about their regular bedtime routine.

      	I packed up the camera and slipped it in the pack, I was ready to
climb down. John pulled his boxers back on and then suddenly turned towards
the window. I held my breath as he walked up to the glass. He couldn't see
me I was sure. But I leaned back into the shadows of the tree and tried to
melt into my camo gear.

      	John stood there, staring out as if he could almost feel my
presence. I blew him a kiss good night. He finally turned away and the
lights went out. I began my descent.

	I picked up the little plastic bag filled with my cum and headed
towards the parking lot. John's massive pick up truck sat in the first
parking slot and I slid the bag under his windshield wiper.

      He would see it there in the morning and wonder why. Surely he would
recognize the contents. Maybe he would even open the bag and smell my
essence. Whatever he did I was sure he wouldn't tell Ralph. It would
continue to be our little secret until Ralph was gone...and then...then I
could become John's lover.