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It was a warm summer day and I’d just finished swimming in the pool. My parents and brother were out shopping, and they had left me home alone. I was only 10 years old, so it was rare for me to get time off for myself. I’d spent most of the morning sitting around watching TV, but I thought since it was such a nice day I should try out my new bikini that my parents had given me for my birthday.
I felt self conscious wearing it around people because it was so different to the one-piece I normally wore; it was purple and had ties at my hips and behind my back. I’d spent a good fifteen minutes looking in the mirror before I’d gone outside with it, and I wasn’t quite comfortable showing so much of my stomach, legs, and developing chest. Most of my friends were still flat, but over the past few months I’d begun to develop little breasts. Mum said I was developing early. I wasn’t sure I liked it.
Just as I was towelling off I heard the sound of the side gate opening. I panicked for a moment. Who would walk straight into our back yard? I quickly wrapped my towel around myself. My fears of confronting robbers were quickly quelled, however, when I saw my brother’s friend Tom walk through the gate. He was always dropping by, so it wasn’t unusual for him to come in uninvited. He was kinda cute too, a bit taller than me, tanned, and much more muscley than my brother, Michael. Tom obviously wasn’t expecting to see me by the pool and jumped a bit when he did.
“Oh, hey Chloe. Is Michael around?” he asked casually. He must have been angling to come for a swim because he was wearing a pair of boardshorts and had a towel draped over his shoulder.
“Sorry Tom, he’s gone out shopping with the parents for his new laptop. They said they wouldn’t be back till this afternoon,” I replied.
I relaxed a bit then, taking my towel off and slinging it over the pool fence. I’d almost forgotten my anxiety about wearing a bikini until I saw Tom’s eyes go wide as he looked me up and down. I blushed and crossed my arms across my chest, looking away.
“Wow, Chloe, you look... uh... pretty,” said Tom.
I blushed a deeper shade of pink at that compliment. I wasn’t sure if he was being sarcastic, or whether he was being serious. Tom was fourteen, but I’d always had a little crush on him. He lived just down the street, and when we were younger all the kids on our street would hang out together and muck about after school. Since Tom and Michael had gone to high school, I hadn’t seen nearly as much of them.
“Thanks?” I said, unsure of what else to say. I uncrossed my arms from my chest and put one on my hip, trying to look casual. I glanced at him again, and noticed he was still staring at me.
“You can use our pool if you want. I should probably go and cha—“ I said, but was interrupted by Tom.
“What’s the rush? You know we haven’t hung out much since we were kids. Why don’t we relive the old days?”
I hesitated. Secretly I loved the idea of hanging out with Tom, he’d always been a really cool guy and we’d had fun together. I wasn’t sure how serious he was though, he could be a practical joker and it wouldn’t be the first time that he’d tricked me or made fun of me for being younger and knowing less than him.
“Sure, sounds good,” I said, shrugging. “Should I change or are we going swimming?”
He smiled. “Don’t bother about changing,” he said, looking around our back yard. We had a pretty big back yard, just like all the other houses in our street. Unlike our neighbours, however, we had a lot of trees in our yard, a pool, and nestled right at the back was our old cubbyhouse which you could just see from the house.
“Wow, you still have that cubbyhouse?” he said, looking towards it. My parents had bought it for Michael when he was born and we had kind of grown up in it, but we hadn’t used it in years. “Lets go check it out.”
“Okay, I guess. There’s not much to see though,” I said and walked over to Tom. As I got closer I noticed his eyes drifting over my body once more, though it didn’t make me as uncomfortable as it first did.
We walked down the little dirt path that lead to the cubbyhouse side by side, past the bushes and trees that had been left to overgrow. My mother said she liked the ‘natural’ look, but to me it just looked bad.
The cubbyhouse was built pretty big. It had one central room, with two rooms off to either side. It had been filled with a bunch of things over the years from kitchen sets to tool benches. As we entered the doorway I realised just how big it was. I didn’t have to stoop at all, and Tom only had to stoop a little.
We both checked out the two extra rooms. They were pretty plain, containing a window and that’s pretty much it.
“Wow, this place hasn’t changed at all. Remember when we used to spend all of Saturday in here with the other kids?”
I nodded. They had been good times. We’d played tag, hide and seek, house, and a whole bunch of other childhood games. The cubbyhouse really did bring back good memories. I brushed my wet hair behind my ears and turned to face Tom. He was standing close to me, but I guess in a cubbyhouse there aren’t that many places to go.
“Hey, remember playing doctor?” Tom asked all of a sudden.
“Yeah,” I said simply, not sure where he was going. ‘Doctor’ had been a game that I’m pretty sure all kids played when they were younger.
“Well,” he said with a grin, “If we’re going to relive our childhood, fancy playing it?”
It seemed to me like a silly thing to be doing on a summer morning, and once again I thought Tom was joking. But he looked so serious, I felt compelled to go along with it. If Tom wanted to play doctor, why shouldn’t we? There wasn’t anything wrong with acting like kids again. And if it meant that Tom would hang out with me longer, I’d be up for it. Even though we’d only been hanging out for a little while, I felt my crush on him reawakening.
“Kay. Who’ll be the doctor?” I asked, going along with it.
“You can be, I seem to remember you liking it best,” he said, leading me into one of the side rooms. I took a seat immediately, as it appeared that Tom was getting uncomfortable stooping all the time. He seemed oddly reluctant to sit, and kept his hands over his crotch when he finally sat down cross-legged on the wooden floor.
He was right, I did like being the doctor.
It felt weird to be acting like a little kid again. Tom seemed dead set on it though, so I tried to remember the way we used to play.
“What seems to be the problem?” I asked in a serious voice, trying to keep my face straight.
I found that Tom was staring at my body again, his eyes going from my chest to my bikini bottoms and back. Sitting this close to him made me feel a bit self-conscious, and I wish I’d gone to put more clothes on.
“Well, Doctor, I have this pain in my... uh, upper thigh,” he said, looking a little embarrassed. No wonder, I thought to myself, we are sitting in a cubbyhouse playing doctor, after all. If I was fourteen I guess I’d be embarrassed too.
“Lay down for me, please,” I said as professionally as I could. It felt so awkward to say, and I was relieved when Tom complied, laying flat on his back with his knees up, his hands still covering his crotch. I thought it was a little unusual that he did that, I never remembered him doing that when we were kids, but at the time I let it go unquestioned.
“Is it a sports injury?” I asked, shifting a little closer to him. I reached out gently to touch his thigh. It felt weird to do so, and I glanced at his face nervously to check that he didn’t mind.
“Not quite,” he said with a chuckle. “And it’s a little higher.”
I moved my hand an inch further up his leg. I hadn’t touched a boy like this before. It hadn’t mattered as much when we were kids, I guess. “Here?” I asked, pressing down firmly.
“Higher,” he said, looking at me intensely. I heard him gulp as I shifted my hand up his leg a little further, my pinkie touching his hands which were still cupped over his crotch.
“Here?” I asked once more. He shook his head, and removed his hands from his crotch. I gasped as I stared at his pants, which looked as if they were being held up by a tent pole. His erect cock was clearly outlined beneath the thin fabric of his board shorts.
“Whoa,” I said, glancing up at him. “What’s wrong with your penis?” I asked, blushing. We hadn’t had sex ed at school yet, so I was utterly clueless about sex and erections.
“You’re the doctor, you tell me,” he said, urging me on with his eyes. His hands rested by his side.
“I’m not sure we should be doing this...” I said nervously.
“Come on, Chloe! Me and my friends play this game all the time. It’s just a teenager’s version of doctor,” he said. “It’s fun, I’ll show you.”
I bit my lip. I wasn’t sure what I should be doing, but looking at the swollen bulge beneath his pants I felt a warmth between my legs. Tom was my brother’s friend though, and I trusted him. If older kids did it too, it couldn’t be that bad.
“What should I do?” I asked.
“Well, Doctor, you could help me by doing this...” he said, taking my hand and placing it squarely on top of his erection. Holding my hand there, he made me rub his cock through his pants slowly. He breathed heavily as I did so, his eyes half closing.
When he released my hand I immediately withdrew it, my heart beating heavily.
“Please, Chloe. It hurts so bad, I really just want you to help me out. Please,” he begged. “It’s your fault anyway, seeing you in your bikini gave me a hard on straight away...”
The thought of me turning my brother’s friend on made me blush, and the warm, tingling feeling I felt between got worse.
“Okay...” I said softly, reaching my hand out and touching his cock through his pants. I rubbed it the way he showed me, quite slowly, which made him groan softly. I thought I must be doing something right, so I began to rub it a little faster.
“Oh god, that feels so good Chloe... I mean, Doctor.”
Tom put his head back and lifted his hips a little, pressing his cock into my hand. I kept rubbing it and rubbing it through the silky soft fabric, and soon saw a moist patch form beneath my hand. I stopped rubbing, concerned.
“Are you peeing?” I asked, confused.
“No, sweetie, that’s called precum. It means that you’re doing a good job.” He reached down and began to untie his boardshorts.
“What’re you doing?” I asked.
“Well, if you’re the doctor, I think you need to get a good look at the problem and these shorts are in the way.”
I bit my lip again. I was well and truly turned on by now, having watched Tom groan and squirm beneath my touch, but I didn’t want him to know that. I also wanted to look at his cock – I hadn’t seen a boy’s penis since I was little, and this one looked so different to the ones I’d normally seen. I also didn’t want to seem too eager though, so I simply sat and watched as he pulled his shorts down to his ankles to reveal his fully erect cock.
He took hold of my hand once more and guided it towards his cock, this time wrapping my hand around it and stroking it up and down slowly. When he let go I continue pumping his cock, his precum making his rod slick under my hand. I was amazed at how warm and firm his cock was.
I pumped faster as I saw him close his eyes and lift his hips, his leg muscles clenching as I continued. He was breathing quickly by now and groaning softly with pleasure.
“Fuck you’re good at this, Doctor,” moaned Tom.
I smiled anxiously, hoping to please, transitioning between slow and fast stroked of his dick. “I hope this is helping you with your problem.”
“Oh, trust me, it is. Fuck...” said Tom.
All of a sudden he grabbed my wrist and stopped me from jerking him off. “What’s wrong?” I asked, worried and disappointed. I was enjoying his reaction to my work.
“There’s just one more thing that you need to do to help me out, Doctor. I need your mouth on my cock,”
“What?!” I asked, incredulous. I had heard other kids at school talking about oral sex before, but I never knew what it was. “I can’t do that!”
“Come on, Chloe, everyone does it. It’s totally normal. Don’t be a tease, you got me this far...” he said, taking my hand and putting it back on his cock. “My cock just hurts so much, if you stop now I’ll get blue balls.”
I wasn’t quite sure what blue balls were, as his looked perfectly normal to me. I brushed my hair behind an ear with my free hand, and glanced at the door. I was considering leaving him and running back to the house, but it made me feel so hot and flushed to be touching him this way that I didn’t want to leave. I hesitated.
Seeing that I wasn’t going to run away just yet, Tom continued to coax me into sucking his cock. “Okay, how about this. Just lick it once and see how it tastes. I’ve heard it tastes fine.”
I winced, hesitating still. “Please, Chloe, I want you so bad. Don’t be a tease...” I blushed deeply. He was tanned and, to my eye, very attractive, and to hear him saying that he wanted me sent a shiver down my spine.
Wordlessly I leaned my head forward towards his stiff cock, licking its moist head quickly before sitting back up. It really didn’t taste that bad, but the idea was so odd. Putting a penis in your mouth! Who did that?
“See? It tastes fine. Just pretend it’s a popsicle and give it a suck, I promise you I’m so close to coming, it’ll be quick.”
Obediently I bent my head down to his cock once more, opened my mouth and kissed the top of his shaft gently before slowly taking the head of his penis into my mouth. My tongue brushed against it, feeling its contours, which made Tom moan with pleasure.
Then I felt his hand on my wet hair, pushing me down onto him. I took as much as I could of him into my mouth, breathing through my nose, but I almost choked when he pushed me down to the base of his shaft. His cock was a good six inches long, and I could feel it at the back of my throat.
Tom’s hand began to push my head up and down on him until I got used to the rhythm. Then he took his hand away and I continued bobbing my head up and down over his cock. My tongue lapped at the warm, wet juices which covered his shaft, which only made him breathe more heavily and praise me.
“Ugh, fuck Chloe, you’re good.”
I heard his head fall back against the wooden floor as I picked up my pace. I came close to gagging once or twice but I kept going, knowing that he liked it. Every so often I stopped to breathe, licking the top of his cock whenever I did so.
After just a few minutes I felt his hand on the back of my head again, pushing me down. Sensing something was about to happen I sucked him faster, my eyes closed tight, until I heard him grunt and a load of hot, salty fluid filled my mouth. I tried to pull my head up but Tom’s hand was still on the back of my head, forcing me to swallow his load. I felt four or five spurts fill my mouth, and I swallowed them quickly.
Finally he let me up and I licked my lips, feeling his cum dribbling down my chin. I wiped it off, gasping, and looked down at his cock which was quickly reducing to what I assume was its normal size.
“Tom! I couldn’t breathe!” I said, furious.
Tom brushed my almost dry hair away from my face. “I’m sorry Chloe, but it just felt so good and I wanted you to taste my cum. You did so well, fuck, I wish you were my sister. If I was Michael I’d be having you all the time.”
The compliments made me feel better, marginally. To receive such praise from an older, attractive guy made me smile despite myself. My crush on Tom was getting worse. He made me feel so flustered and tingly, I’d never felt like that before.
I sat on the floor of the cubbyhouse, cheeks flushed and breathing quickly. I couldn’t explain it, but I felt agitated and eager to keep doing these things with him. “It made me feel warm while I was doing it...” I said nervously, unsure of how to explain it.
Tom watched me carefully for a moment, smiling. “How about we play one more game?”
“What kind of game? Not doctor again?” I asked, glancing at his now limp cock. I wasn’t sure whether I could do that again just yet, I was exhausted from the first time. But if he really wanted me to, I guess I could give it another go.
“No, this is a new game called Slave. You have to do exactly what I say. Okay?” he smiled, and something about the way he looked at my body sent thrills through me.
“Okay... I guess that couldn’t be too bad,” I said, though judging by what he’d had me do to him already I wasn’t sure.
“Okay then. Well since you’ve seen me naked I want to see you naked. Take off your swimsuit,” said Tom.
“Really? I’m not sure that—“ I said, but I was cut off.
“Do it, Chloe, if you want to play with me. Also, because I’m your master, I order you not to speak.”
I wrestled with myself for a moment. I knew it was wrong to take my clothes off in front of him, but I was so turned on myself that I felt like there was nothing else I would rather do. In silence I reached up and slipped my bikini top off, quickly followed by the bottoms.
Sitting there naked in front of him, I didn’t feel nervous at all. I was horny, though I didn’t quite know it at the time, and I wanted him to keep doing things with me. His attention was flattering.
“Spread your legs,” he said, shifting across the floor closer to me. He touched my budding breasts gently, his fingertips brushing over my already stiff nipples made me gasp.
I felt like I’d already come too far to stop now, and so I spread my legs obligingly. Tom ran the fingers of his free hand up my thighs lightly towards my pussy, his fingers lightly running across my folds. As he touched just above my slit I felt a jolt of excitement rush through me, making me moan.
“Wh-what was that?” I asked, breathing heavily.
Tom grinned, rubbing the area in small circles. “That’s your clit. Does it feel good?” he asked.
I nodded, but I think he already knew that I liked it as he played with my chest with one hand and rubbed my little button with the other. I closed my eyes and rested my head against the wall, giving him total control of my body.
I gasped in pain when I felt him inserting a finger into my wet pussy. It hurt at first, but he quickly accounted for it by tickling my clit faster and sliding his other finger in and out of my slit slowly.
Soon I was no longer in pain, and I was relishing every movement he made. It was my turn to groan and pant as I felt the tingling between my legs grow stronger and stronger.
When I felt him withdraw his finger I was initially disappointed. I was loving it. Had he stopped already? I opened my eyes to see him lowering himself between my legs, intent on my pussy. My concern was quickly replaced with utter bliss when he began to lick at my tender clit, his tongue flicking back and forth.
Within minutes the tingling feeling between my legs overwhelmed me. I cried out as my muscles tensed, gripping his head with both my hands. He kept licking me throughout my orgasm, which only extended the waves of ecstasy which rocked my ten year old body. It was my first orgasm, and I loved every minute of it.
“Oh my god!” I said when I had finally finished. “That was... that was so cool!”
Tom grinned, his hand having moved to his cock again which was erect once more. He stroked it in front of me, his eyes surveying my body without moderation.
“For a ten year old you’re fucking hot, Chloe,” he said. “It makes me wonder why I stopped hanging out with you. I think we should definitely have playdates more often.”
I could only murmur assent. Nothing sounded better to me at that moment. He had made me feel so incredibly good, and the hour spent in the cubbyhouse had opened me up to a whole new world of sex and boys. I felt that I’d be ready to go again soon, and it looked like Tom was warming up once more too.
It was at that moment that I heard a noise. The sliding door back up at the house opened, and Michael called out to me.
“Chloe? Are you home?” he called into the backyard, causing both of us to freeze like deer caught in headlights.
In a mad scramble, I grabbed my bikini and put it on as quickly as I could, watching Tom do the same with his boardshorts. His erection had quickly disappeared at the idea of getting caught. When we were clothed we both hurried out of the cubbyhouse, pausing at the door to make sure that Michael had gone back inside in search of me. Walking back up the path, Tom grabbed his towel. He glanced at the house before leaning over to whisper to me.
“I’ll be around again soon...” he said, and with that he left through the side gate.
I hopped up the steps of the back porch, brushing my hair back from my face and trying to calm myself. Bracing myself, I pushed open the door and went to find my brother. I hoped Tom would keep our encounter to himself.