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READ NO FURTHER IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18
OR  IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF SEXUAL ACTIVITY.

All characters, situations, and locations are purely    fictional.
Archiving and reposting permitted ONLY if the COMPLETE,
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Written 10/96 by BigT.

 Comments and suggestions welcomed.
__________________________________________________________________

If you want to read more of my absolutely, totally, fictionalized,
stories, let me know.
There is not a single thread of truth to this story.   But it sure was
fun to write.
I hope you enjoy reading it.
Let me know and I will post the followup chapters.   There are always
stories in the "fertile" mind of a mushroom farmer.
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The Shed - The Place Where Dreams Came True

The "shed", that was what my father called the old building way back
in the corner of the backyard.   Actually I think it probably started
it's life as a horse barn.   It was made of old rough sawn lumber with
a sheet iron roof.   Dad thougth it had been put up at the same time
as the house we lived in, which we knew had been built around the turn
of the century.   We knew when and by whom the house had been built,
the man had been the town doctor and the shed was built so that he
could keep a horse and buggy at home.   He would have needed a shed
for the horse, that's for sure, and since automobiles were not readily
available, horses were still the primary mode of transportation.   

Through the years the old shed had definitely seen a lot of different
uses, chicken coop, yard tool storage, workshop and finally as a place
to store old furniture from the house and a place for me to play.   My
dad had put a wooden floor into the old building one summer when my
mom's aunt had died and left a lot of old furniture which my mother
wanted to keep.   Mom was kind of a pack rat and insisted that the
stuff she took out of our house and the extra stuff from her aunt's be
stored and not thrown out or given away.   Dad had, resisted the idea
at first, not knowing where to put the "Her" stuff, complaining that
all that junk would end up just rotting away.   Mom was also pretty
insistent and finally they agreed that if dad could put a floor into
the old building that she could put all the extra stuff in the shed.
So with it's new wooden floor, the shed became a place to store junk,
old luggage, steamer chests, couch, chairs, mattress and bed frame,
whatever my mom felt needed to be kept.   Dad and I would obediently
move whatever needed to be moved into the shed, he carried the big
stuff and I carried the little things, over the years the place became
literally crammed full.

I am an only child raised by parents that were themselves only
children.   My mother was raised by the aunt whose stuff she got.   My
father was raised by his parents, but they were old when he was born
and I never met them, they died when I was a little baby.   What this
meant for me was that I was pretty much a loner and spent most of my
summers just hanging out around our house.   Sure, I had a few school
friends but I did not see them much when school was out.   Out of
necessity I became very good at entertaining myself.   I was a good
kid, did not roam the neighborhood or run with anyone that would get
me into trouble.   Later, in my teenage years, I think that I was
almost a total recessive personality and became very painfully shy.
To some degree I think that spending so much time alone was bad for
me, but now it is way to late to worry about that.   As a kid that old
shed became the center of my world and I spent a lot of time playing
around it. 

I liked the shed and used it as a fort, a hideout, a jailhouse,
whatever my imagination came up with each day.   There was a big old
oak tree that grew right next to the shed.   It was huge, it's big
limbs spreading like a canopy completely shaded the old shed ensuring
that it was always cool inside even though it had a tin roof.
Somebody had cut a hole in the roof and made a trap door to covered
hole.   The hole was probably cut in the roof when someone needed to
tie a rope to the old tree to pull an engine from a car or lift
something heavy.   With all the junk in the shed a skinny kid, like
me, could squeeze his way up on top of the junk, open the door to
climb out on the roof and eventually working my way up into the tree.


>From up in the tree I could see the whole neighborhood and it was a
great place to set and watch everything happening in the yards all
around us.   I dragged a few old boards up into the tree and made a
small treehouse by nailing them across a couple of big limbs.   I
would go out to my fort and play for hours.   Mom never seemed to
mind, and dad, who spent most of his time working anyway, never seemed
to notice.   I guess he figured that I was just like any other kid and
did what was normal.

My mom, just like all mom's back then, collected green stamps.   Every
time she bought groceries, or clothing, or whatever, she always
insisted that she buy at stores that gave green stamps.   She usually
used her stamp books at Christmas time, to get those little things
that she did not usually have the extra cash to buy.   One summer,
just before I turned 12 years old, she decided she had more than
enough green stamps to get all the things for Christmas and she used
one book of her stamps to get me a pair of binoculars.   They were
really not very good binoculars, by today's standards, but for a kid
of 11 years old, they sure were exciting to me.   They were made of
plastic and were bright yellow, I carried them with me everywhere I
went, hanging around my neck on the thin leather strap that came with
them.  They certainly made it much easier to watch what was going on
around the neighborhood from my precarious perch way up in the tree.
I know that those toy binoculars was the beginning of my becoming a
true voyeur and I can even remember the time when it all started.

The old shed was located almost as far away from the house as it could
be and still be on our property, way, way, back in the corner of the
yard, and we had a big yard.   I think the old doctor who built the
shed probably used the yard as a small pasture for his horse.   Dad
had said a couple of times that he thought the houses on each side of
us had probably been built on land that had once been part of our
place, since both houses had almost as big a yard as we did.   But
anyway, with the shed way back on the lot and the neighbor's high
wooden fence right next to it, I could set up in the tree and see 100%
of the neighbors backyard.

One day I was setting up in the tree, playing indian lookout, watching
all around the neighborhood for Indian smoke signals, when by accident
I scanned across the back of the neighbor's house and I suddenly
realized that I could see right in the back windows of almost every
room.   For some strange reason, that I still don't understand, it was
kind of exciting to look through the windows, even though that first
time the neighbors must not have been home because there was no one in
any of the rooms at the back.

The neighbors were people about my mother's and dad's age, their last
name was Connors, and they had a couple of kids, but their kids were a
little older than me.   They had a boy about 16 and a girl about 18,
maybe, their names were Kevin and Laura.   Since they were both so
much older than me, they never paid any attention to me, what teenager
wants to have anything to do with a kid my age.   I would see them
every now and then, usually when we all got on the school bus when
school was in, but the first time I realized I could look into their
house was in the middle of the summer, so I hardly ever saw them.

Their house was a two story affair, with windows in the upstairs rooms
which were bedrooms, with a bathroom in the middle.   The downstairs
was a bedroom, kitchen and livingroom.   Using my binoculars I could
see right into all these rooms, no problem at all, since the curtains
were always pulled back.   I guess Mrs. Connors liked the bright
sunshine in the rooms and she put up curtains that kind of pulled back
and tied to the side of the window.   I also think that since they had
the high wooden fence all around their back yard that they did not
need to be very careful to maintain their privacy.   It sure made it
fun for me to set up in that tree and watch.

The upstairs rooms were just about the same level as my perch in the
tree and I could look directly into the rooms.   The windows were
built so that the bottom was just about thigh high, so I could not see
where the beds were located in the rooms.   I fixed that, but only
after the first time I got to watch someone in the house and that
someone was Laura.

I was setting up in the tree, with my binoculars around my neck, when
I noticed movement in the window of the upstairs bathroom.   Now that
I think about it, it is kind of strange that a bathroom would have
clear glass in it, but just like all the other rooms the bathroom
window was not covered, the curtains were pulled back and tied.
Anyway I caught just a flicker of color in the bathroom window and
immediately pulled the binoculars up to watch the window.   The sight
was far from what I expected, although, I really don't know what I
expected to see then.   Hay I was only 11 years old, what is an 11
year old expecting when he sets in his tree?

Anyway, right there, perfectly in focus was a naked body, a female
naked body, at least what I could see was naked.   It was Laura and
she was standing side ways to the window, a perfect profile.   The
bathroom window was smaller than the ones in the bedrooms and I was
not sure what she was doing, later I learned that she was looking in
the mirror which was mounted on the wall she was facing.   She was
doing her face, putting on make-up.   Every now and then she would
look down, pick up something or other and then put her hand to her
face, do a little work on her face and then go on to the next thing.
Several times she leaned forward, to get closer to the mirror I guess
and then straighten back up.   She was nude from the waist up and I
could clearly see her breasts as she moved back and forth.   She spent
at least 30 minutes in the bathroom doing her make-up and I watched
the whole thing.   The astonishing thing was that I got really
excited, a whole new kind of excitement, I was shaking and very
nervous.   As I watched I became scared that she would see me up in
the tree.   I got so scared I was afraid to move and just sat totally
frozen, shaking to the bottom of my heart.   It was almost a relief
when she turned away from the window and disappeared.   Finally I
worked up the courage to move and immediately tried to climb down from
the tree, almost falling in the process, I was shaking so bad I could
not get my feet to stand steadily on the tree limbs.   I was scared to
death.   I don't know why, I just felt like what I was doing would
definitely get me into serious trouble if I got caught.

I finally made it back down to the roof of the shed and scooted my
butt in through the trap door as fast as I could.   I sat on top of
the junk for a long time, thinking about what I had just seen, getting
excited, then scared, excited then scared.   I was totally mesmerized
by what I had just seen.   After awhile I stopped shaking and decided
that I should go in to the house.   But as soon as I opened the door
to the shed I was suddenly scared again.   It was the strangest
feeling I have ever had.   I was afraid to go outside, afraid that
Laura might see me in the yard and know that I had been up in the tree
watching her.   It is actually funny today, but once I got up the
courage to leave the shed, I got over next to the fence and kind of
sneaked my way all along the fence until I thought I was close enough
to the my house that Laura could not see me.

When I got into my house, my mother was in the kitchen and she saw me.
Again I was scared to death, why the heck, I don't know, but I was.
Mom's are very sensitive to what is normal and what is not, and she
instantly sensed that something was wrong.   She looked at me and
asked me what I had been up to.   I was speechless for what to say and
she got even more curious and came over to me.   I was scared
shitless, I just knew that she'd seen me up in the tree, even though
it was impossible for her to see where I'd been from our house anyway.
Finally out of desperation I told her that I broke one of the old
lamps in the shed.   She looked at me like I was a dead duck, kind of
a disgusted look on her face, but then she told me to be careful and
not cut myself on the broken glass.   I realized then that she really
didn't care to much for the junk in the shed anyway and only wanted me
to not hurt myself.   I told her that I would be careful but that I
needed to clean up the glass.   I got a paper sack out of the shelf
and went hurrying back out to the shed, I had to make it look like I
was doing what I said I would.

I went back out to the shed, this time I just walked straight across
the yard, not worried that Laura might see me.   I went in the shed,
picked out one of the old lamps, threw it on the floor and then picked
up all the pieces and put then in the sack.   I then sat the sack in
the corner figuring that one of these days mom might come out and
check to see if I had actually broken something.   I need not have
been so careful, that lamp sat in the corner for a long time after
that and no one ever looked at it.

I was obsessed with what I had seen.   I didn't really understand what
it was that made me so excited.   I was only 11 years old.   I didn't
know a thing about sex, I'd never even heard the word much less
understand what I was seeing.   All I really knew was that it made me
very excited when I thought about Laura.   After thinking about it for
a couple of days I thought I wanted to see more, but I was very much
afraid of getting caught up in the tree with my binoculars.   I don't
know why I was suddenly so afraid and it was sort of disconcerting to
me.   I'd spent literally hours up in the tree before I saw Laura and
I never even gave it a thought.   But now, I was scared of going up
the tree with my binoculars.   I thought about it and finally decided
that even if I did get caught what could they do?   I'd been up there
a hundred times and no one ever said a thing.   So back up the tree I
went, binoculars around my neck.   But it was different this time, I
was shaking again and excited about the possibility of seeing Laura.
I decided I wanted very badly to see her again.   I don't think I ever
climbed that tree as fast as I climbed it that time.

Chapter 2 - Learning A New Lesson

I got up to my treehouse and immediately begin scanning the windows in
the Connors house.   I was very, very disappointed, there was no one
in any of the rooms as far as I could see.   Looking closely through
my binoculars I saw that I could not see below the window line from
where I was and realized that if I climbed up just a few more feet in
the tree that I could look down into the rooms.   With a little bit of
climbing I got a little higher up the tree, but my view of the Connors
house was obscured by tree limbs and leaves, but I got a surprise from
where I was at I had a clear view of my house.

Bringing the binoculars up, sure enough I could see directly into our
house.   My mother was in the kitchen and I could see her as she moved
about the room, sometimes disappearing from view as she moved away
from the kitchen window.   I watched her for about 10 minutes before
she disappeared for quite awhile.   I scanned on across the back of
the house and could see the windows, but I did not have a very clear
view into any of the rooms, my mom was much more conservative than the
Connors were about closing off any views into the house from outside.
I sat there watching the house and thought that maybe I should just
get down and go into the house and open them up, that way I could
check out the view from up in the tree.

I began to climb down from the tree and had almost made it to the top
of the old shed when I heard the sound of a door slamming.   Glancing
in the direction of the sound, I was happy to see that Laura was home
after all.   She had come out of the back door and was carrying a box
toward  the side of the house.   She was obviously carrying something
out to put in the garbage bin.   I flipped up the binoculars and
watched her.   She had on a white tee-shirt and a pair of shorts.   I
watched as she carried the trash on over to the bin and dropped it in.
She turned and went back into the house, never even noticing me even
though I am sure that she could easily have seen me if she'd looked
toward me.

I turned and quickly climbed back up the tree getting to my treehouse,
I quickly laid down in a prone position and got the binoculars up just
in time to see her as she moved across the kitchen toward the
livingroom.   She continued on across the livingroom and disappeared
from my sight.   I continued to watch the downstairs area thinking
that soon she would reappear, but she didn't.   Finally just as I was
getting ready to give up and put the binoculars down, I saw her in one
of the upstairs bedrooms.

She was obviously doing her chores.   I watched as she made the bed,
the covers flipping up into view as she shook them and then walked
back and forth around the bed as she made it.   It didn't take her but
a few minutes to make the bed.   She was working at a pretty fast pace
and I thought that she probably was rushing around to get everything
done as fast as she could.

Just as soon as she got the bed done.   She turned and sat down on the
edge of the bed.   Again from my position in the tree I did not have a
very good view of the bed, so all I could really see of her was about
from the waist up.   She sat there for a minute or two to catch her
breath and then quickly crossed her arms and pulled the white
tee-shirt up over her head.   She wasn't wearing a bra and I watched
her tits jiggle just a little as she threw the tee-shirt on to the
floor.   She sat there for a minute running her hands upward and kind
of pushing her breasts around.   Initially I thought that she was
trying to cool down from all the fast work she'd been doing around the
room.  However, after a few minutes of watching her I realized that
she was spending way to much time pushing her breasts around to be
just trying to cool off.   I was getting kind of shaky inside and felt
a tightness begin deep in my belly.   Almost by it's self my hips
pressed real hard into the boards and I felt a whole new very nice
feeling begin to grow in my penis.

I didn't even realize until I pressed into the boards that my penis
was hard.   Sure I'd had a hard-on before, what kid hasn't but up
until then I never knew that pressing on my hard penis would feel
good.   The longer I laid there and watched Laura the more I pressed
my penis into the boards on which I laid and the better the feeling
felt.   I was realizing a whole new thing about myself, it felt great
and I did not want the feeling to stop.

Laura continued to set on the bed playing with her breasts and it
dawned on me that what she was doing must feel good to her too.   I
laid there hoping that what she was doing to herself felt as good as
what I was doing to myself and I did not want her to stop.   It was a
wonderful thing to me and I still remember her moving her breast all
around like it happened only yesterday, but that was not the only
thing Laura did that day.

I continued to watch her and pretty soon, she stood up and quickly
pushed her shorts down and kind of kicked them away.   I saw something
then that really made me shake, her belly down low had hair on it, at
least I thought it was hair, not a lot but just a enough to be visible
from where I was laying on the boards in the treehouse.   I don't know
why, but I sort of expected her to get back on the bed, but she
didn't, she stood up right at the foot of the bed and continued to
feel her body.   Not just her breast now, but the whole front of her
body.   One hand she kept near her breasts, but the other one she put
down between her legs and held it there.   I could see that she was
exactly hold the hand between her legs still, she seemed to be moving
it from side to side in a really fast kind of jiggling motion.   It
was absolutely the most amazing thing I had ever seen.   She kept on
moving her hand back and forth in that jiggling motion and now was
actually of pulling on her the pointed end of her breasts and I mean
really pulling.   Each time she pulled on her breast, the whole thing
kind of got point and long, se was pulling real hard.

Holding the binoculars steady against my eyes became really difficult.
Each time I pushed my penis into the boards the feelings were so
strong that I actually would shake through my whole body.   As I
watched her, I wondered what it would feel like if I pulled on my
penis like she was pulling on her breasts.   I decided to give it a
try and tried to hold the binoculars to my eyes while pushing my hand
down in front of me between the boards and my body.   I had to kind of
raise my hips up, but pretty soon I got my hand inside of my pants and
began to squeeze my penis.   It was the most wonderful feeling and I
began to rub and pull at the same time.

By this time Laura was really working herself over fast and hard.
Pushing her hand deeper and deeper between her legs and pulling her
breasts harder and harder.   I watched as she spread her feet apart a
little and she began kind of squatting down toward the floor and
pushing her hips forward at the same time and she began to shake all
over.   She had her head thrown back and her whole face was kind of
slack with her mouth open.   At the same time I felt a hard pressure
began to build deep inside of me and I began to rub my penis harder
and harder.   It was like the building of fire inside of me, the
harder I rubbed myself the better it felt.   It was like I was riding
on a roller coaster and going down a really steep part, a deep
floating sensation building inside of me.

Still I intently watched Laura, her bucking increasing in tempo until
she seemed to freeze in place, shaking and trembling all over.    The
shaking continued for about 30 seconds and ended with a big sigh.
She took her hand from between her legs, lifting it toward her face,
and seemed to be smelling her fingers.   She even put the same fingers
into her mouth and sucked on them for a second or two.

The entire time Laura was doing herself, I kept rubbing with more and
more vigor and when she put her fingers into her mouth sometime new
and entirely different happened to me.   My whole body seemed to go
stiff and the tingling feeling in my penis seemed to just take off by
its self.   It felt great, I wanted it to keep going, but it didn't
last for but just a few seconds.   I did not realize it, but I had
just masturbated for the first time.   I liked it, but I didn't really
feel like continuing to watch Laura, even though she was still in
view.   It was kind of like I needed to sneak away and I felt like I
had done something really bad.

I slowly moved away from the edge of the treehouse and sat with my
back against the tree trunk.   Then I began the long slow climb down
from the tree.   I didn't even notice if Laura was still in the
bedroom or if she might have seen me.   I just wanted to get down out
of the tree, I felt real tired, kind of sleepy even.   I felt like I
needed to take a long nap, which would really surpise my mom because I
hated to take a nap

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New chapters will posted to ASSM as they are finished.   When I finish
the story I will post the whole thing.

Sincerely
BigT


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