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.
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