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It was a rather nice morning, sunny and warm, and Sage, in all of his infinite wisdom as a nine year old, had decided it was a perfect day to go to the pool. He’d woken his dad, Connor up at seven in the morning, which was three hours earlier than the kid usually woke up. Connor wasn’t complaining, though, since it was a hell of a struggle to get the little shit out of bed in the morning.
Connor had helped Sage get dressed for the pool, getting him into his favorite pair of swim trunks and a tee shirt, then helped him put sunscreen on before getting Sage, and everything else they needed into the car. He had bought a pass for the summer to the public pool, so he may as well use it. Sage was absolutely vibrating as he sat in the car, his small hands pressing against the middle driver’s side window of the mini van as he looked at the trees and houses flying past. Sage was a very hyperactive kid, and he couldn't wait to go to the pool.
It hadn't even been five minutes of Connor driving when Sage’s soft, slightly whiny voice piped up from the backseat. “Daddy, are we almos’ there?” The boy leaned forward slightly trying to look at his daddy through the rearview mirror, but he couldn’t quite get the angle he wanted.
“Yeah, baby, we’re almost there.” This was literally the only time Connor was glad they lived in a neighborhood with a homeowners association, and it was when he didn’t have to hear Sage complain for twenty minutes on the way to the beach anymore. There was a pool a couple of blocks over, and despite Sage knowing it took less than ten minutes to get there, he still had to ask. “You sure love swimming, huh, lil’ man?” Connor asked, glancing back at his little dude in the mirror, chuckling softly as he saw him squirming around in his seat.
“Mhm! I gettin’ real good at it!” Sage couldn't help the excitement in his voice when he answered his daddy’s question. He did like swimming. He was shy, and he didn't like doing much with other kids in the neighborhood, especially since they had only moved in at the beginning of the summer, but boy did he love going to the pool. Sage begged his dad to take him on the weekends, and his mom during the week. He didn’t really have to interact with other kids if he just swam by himself.
It really didn’t take them long to pull into the parking lot of the pool, but it was a bit of a struggle to get Sage to calm down enough to get their things from the trunk and actually get into the pool building. Connor swore he needed to get one of those leash backpacks for the kid sometimes, but the thought faded when the two entered and the ambient noise of the pool took over.
The pool had just opened but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t busy, there were a few families and a bunch of kids, but Connor had managed to find an open pool chair. He set their things down on the chair, then helped Sage get his sandals off, then his goggles and floaties on. He patted his son’s mess of blonde hair, leaning down and kissing him on the forehead. “There y’go, baby Go have some fun.” Connor said softly.
“Okay, daddy. Love you!” Sage was already padding over to the edge of the shallow end of the pool as he called out the words. This earned a chuckle from his father, who turned to get settled on the pool chair he'd found with his headphones and a book. Sage on the other hand had already slipped into the pool and had already started paddling around. Sage loved the pool, he loved the water, and he just liked to swim. He’d become fixated on it after a family vacation that he, his mom and his dad had gone on last year. He begged to go swimming every single chance he got.
As Sage pushed himself through the water, the small boy bumped into someone, letting out a little noise as he pushed back and looked up at the boy he had bumped into. Sage looked absolutely paralyzed, like he’d just committed the worst of crimes. He did it all the time, but older boys were scary. There were a couple of the younger teenagers picked on him sometimes when he was here, so he was nervous around all of them that came when he was around. He had to be double Sage’s size, too (he wasn’t really, Sage was just terrified of everyone other than his daddy.
“Sorry, little dude.” The older boy said after a second, glancing around the area to see if anyone was watching them. It was a normal looking scene. The boy had purposely bumped into Sage, he’d seen him damn near every day here, in those tiny swim trunks and damn near see through tee shirts. His friends were idiots for picking on this precious little thing. Sage was still a bit frozen up, but he was about to say something when the older boy gripped his shoulder in a way that was not friendly. The smaller boy’s breath caught as he stared up at the teenager. He had to be at least five years older than Sage, and he was obviously much bigger. “You seem like you could use a buddy to play with you, yeah?”
The way the older boy gripped his shoulder made Sage’s blood run icy with fear. They were in the shallower end of the pool, and the boy just standing seemed so much bigger than himself, paddling in the water. The water they were in came up to his chest. Sage tried to turn to look for his daddy, but the way the boy squeezed his shoulder made Sage whimper. “Um… o-okay…” Sage finally responded. When he did, the boy started to guide him towards the deep end of the pool. Sage was a good swimmer, but he didn’t go in the deep end, he couldn’t reach the bottom and it made him anxious. He basically had to hold onto the other boy so he wouldn't slip under as he was pushed towards and cornered into the corner of the pool. His dad had looked up from his book to watch for a moment, but he was blissfully unaware of what was about to happen, just thinking his son had managed to make a friend to play with, for once.
Sage was trying to keep his breathing even, because if he started to panic, he wouldn't be able to swim very well. He was trying to take deep breaths as he clutched the other boy's arms, which were currently being used to cage him against the wall. The boy again looked around, nobody was too close to them, and nobody was looking their way. He wanted to try to push away, make noise, but his voice was gone, and it was like all the strength had drained from his limbs. He was trying not to cry, but this was terrifying, to the point that Sage was trembling. His mouth opened slightly, like he was going to say something, but he was immediately shut up when the older boy’s hand started pushing under his shirt. His eyes went wide as saucers, and tears immediately started welling up in his eyes.
“Aw, don’t cry, little dude.” The teen said, his voice taking on a tone that was so sweet it felt icky. He started to squeeze and pinch at the boy’s soft flesh, his softness and pudge was so fucking hot, and the boy couldn’t believe he got to touch the boy like this. “We’re just playing,” he murmured softly, his fingers dipping into Sage’s swim trunks, feeling his soft, smooth skin. He pushed his hand in further until he felt… Sage’s pussy. “Oh, you’re a special boy, aren’ you?” The older boy asked as his fingers gently parted the little boy’s folds with his fingers, still pinning him to the wall of the pool.
Sage felt his face burn with shame as the older boy roughly explored his pussy, his heart was beating in his ears, and tears had started to slowly drip down his face. He was starting to hyperventilate. He didn’t understand why his voice wasn’t working, why he couldn’t get himself to fight back. This was icky, and uncomfortable and he was told that nobody was supposed to touch him down there. “S-stop–” the word came out of Sage’s mouth as a whimper, barely loud enough that the older boy could hear it over the bustle of the pool. But the protest didn’t get any sort of response, the boy's fingers starting to roughly circle Sage’s clit, making him whimper and squirm more.
“Stop?” The boy asked after a second, his fingers sliding between Sage’s still frustratingly dry folds. He knew Sage was young, but he was hoping he could make him wet. “But we’re just playing.” The boy growled lowly. He was trying not to draw attention to the two of them, but he was so goddamn hard. He spun the little boy around so he was pushed against the wall of the pool, his head barely out of the water. He was trying to be discreet, but he was a little excited and made quick work of slipping his cock out of his swim trunks. He took another quick glance around, not seeing any prying eyes. He looked back down at the terrified child, shifting Sage’s swim trunks down just enough that he could have access to that tight little hole. He gave a couple of strokes to his raging hard cock before he shifted his hips forward, his cockhead pushing against Sage’s virgin cunt.
Sage whimpered, but before he could make any more noise, the older boy had slapped a hand over his mouth. The boy gritted his teeth as he pushed into Sage’s extremely tight pussy. It was like he was trying to pull him in after he managed to get the head in. The boy was controlling his breathing, keeping his thrusts shallow as not to alert anyone to what he was doing. Sage was just completely limp, tears streaming down his face as he was split open by the boy’s cock. He could feel himself tearing, but he couldn’t even scream. It hurt, and it hurt bad, and Sage didn't know how he was still even conscious. Every thrust was agony, and with everyone, the boy hit a spot deep inside the boy that made his legs feel numb. He could feel the older boy’s chest against his back, his hands were gripping the wall of the pool under the water.
The boy could only take a few more thrusts before he suddenly slammed into the boy, making Sage bite down on his hand. He came in the boy, releasing his load deep, and holding for a second before pulling out. He was panting, and he had finally let go of Sage to tuck his cock back into his trunks and pulled Sage’s up.The boy didn’t linger long, giving Sage a pat on the head before he swam away.
Sage didn't stay in the water much longer. His legs felt like jello, but the small boy managed to get out of the pool and stumble over to his daddy. He sniffled softly, and it was obvious he had been crying. Connor looked up from his book when he saw his son, and was immediately concerned. His little one looked.. distressed. “Daddy… I wanna go home..” Sage said. He didn’t look up at his dad. He felt dirty, ashamed, and he didn’t want his daddy to be mad at him. He very clearly knew what had happened was wrong, but didn’t know he absolutely wouldn’t be in trouble.
Connor took his headphones off and shut his book, standing and immediately starting to pack up their things. He glanced at his son, who had started pulling off his goggles and floaties already and discarding them on the chair. “You okay, baby? You look down.” Connor asked as he wrapped a towel around Sage’s shoulders before he grabbed his bag.
“...” Sage wrapped the towel around his shoulders like a blanket, leaning his head against his daddy’s side. “I jus’… i don’t like swimmin’ anymore…”