Date: Sat, 24 Feb 2007 18:20:39 -0800 (PST) From: Baron Subject: The Tree House - 1 The Tree House (c) 2007by hgo469@yahoo.com All Rights Reserved ******************************************** WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! If you are under 18 years of age, offended by stories which depict sex between boys, men or boys and men or live in a jurisdiction where reading/possessing such materials is illegal exit now. (If you are living in one of those jurisdictions you would do better to move now.) This story is fiction; any resemblance to anyone living or dead is pure coincidence, nothing more; however, some of the fruits of my imagination do get their start from things that happened in the past, either to me or to someone I know. Since this is fiction, SAFE SEX isn't required; however, in real life there are too many things out there to take that sort of chance. If you like this let me know - questions and constructive criticism will be acknowledged - flames will be ignored. ******************************************** The Tree House Mom and Dad had seven children, I was the last one, and all of the others were girls. My twin sister and I were considered 'bonus babies' as our nearest sister is over ten years older than us. My twin sister was born about fifteen minutes before me so I'm really the youngest. I have several nieces and nephews who are older than I and I do from time to time insist that they call me 'uncle', particularly when no one else is around. Dad had always wanted a son and after I was born he seemed to almost completely ignore all of the others, devoting himself to me. It was kind of nice except that he seemed to be trying to be more of my friend and less of my father (that's a story for another day). Still, it was sort of nice to get almost anything I wanted while I was growing up. This leads up to the subject of this story. * * * * * Back before the part of town where we lived had been subdivided the house we lived in had been the farmhouse for the whole area. We still had a couple of acres around the house - Mom had a large garden in the summer and there were several huge fruit trees out in the back. Two old apple trees grew close enough together that they almost looked like one tree and their limbs were just perfect for climbing or the building a tree house. I was only eight years old the first time I told Dad I wanted to build a tree house, we talked about it but he kept saying that I was too young to be climbing up into the tree (which I did anyway, but he just didn't know about it). Then in the spring of the year I turned ten Dad announced that we were going to build my tree house, and build it we did. It took a couple of months and when I look back now days I can only imagine just how much Dad spent on materials. The two trees together gave us four places where we could put a fair sized platform, each of them on a different level. The ladder up to the first (and largest) level had a counter-weight so that it could be pulled up for privacy. All of the others were just nailed to the tree. By the time Dad was finished all of the levels except for the very top one had walls, windows, a waterproof roof and electric lights. The first level had a table and benches, a small refrigerator, a water tank (that I had to remember to fill), and an old portable TV. The second and third levels each had an old mattress on the floor and some bookcases and cupboards. The top level was just surrounded by a railing and had a couple of benches so that we could sit up there and look out without anyone on the ground seeing us. About the only things we didn't have were a stove or toilet. To say the least it was great, except that I didn't have friends in the neighborhood to play in it with me. When my sisters came over I could take my nephews up into the tree with me, but their mothers insisted that we allow the girls to come up too [ugh!]. All of that changed with Michael's family moved into the house next door. Michael was my age and, like me, he only had sisters, only his sisters were a lot closer to his age - but they were older just like mine. Oh yeah, and Michael's real name was Kim Hong Nae, and he was Korean. They moved in just as the school year ended and I watched them moving things into the house from my concealed spot in the tree house. After the moving truck left Michael came outside to look around, he hadn't seen me up in the tree so I just sat there and watched for a few minutes, then, when he turned his back my way I shouted to him, "Hey kid, what you doing?" He looked around; trying to see where the voice came from only he didn't think to look up. When he turned his back toward me I shouted again. This time he did look up and saw the bottom of the tree house. "I'm must checking out the new neighborhood, what are you doing hiding up in that tree?" "This is my tree house, my Dad built it for me. Would you like to come up and see it?" "Sure," he called, "but where's the stairs?" "Just a moment," I said as I lowered the ladder. As soon as the ladder was down he climbed up it as fast as he could. He looked around the main room as I pulled the ladder back up. "Hey, this is neat," he said, or at least I thought that was what he said as his English had a very heavy Korean accent. "This is only a small part, there are three other rooms, come on, I'll show you all of it." Michael scrambled up the first ladder to the next room. The bookcases were full of my comic book collection and an old full-size mattress covered most of the floor. "Uh, my name is Kim Hong Nae, but you can call me Michael or Mike, whichever you want." "I'm Benjamin Foster, but I answer to Benjy or Ben." We shook hands. "Nae is kind of a strange name, or is it common where you're from?" He smiled. "Nae is part of my given name, my family name is Kim. In Korea we always put the family name first." It felt strange to me, but I wasn't going to argue with him, after all, it was his name not mine. "Okay, then I'll just call you Mike. "Do you get to sleep up here at night?" he asked. "Sometimes, but I like the next room better," and I took off again up to the third room. This room was a bit smaller and there was only a twin-sized mattress on the floor. My sleeping bag was laid out on the mattress as I had slept up here the night before. "Cool!" was all he could say. "Come on, there's one more floor," I said as I climbed up to the open platform at the top. "Can you sleep up here too?" he asked. "Yeah, only without a mattress the floor is sort of hard." He sat on one of the benches. "You can see the whole neighborhood from up here." "Yeah, and during the summer no one can see you." "Do you have to share this with any brothers or sisters?" he asked. "Not a problem, all my sisters are older and I don't have any brothers." "I've always had to share my room, and almost everything else, with my sisters. This is the first place we've lived where I will have my own bedroom." I made a face, the thought of having to share a bedroom with a sister sounded just awful. Then I heard someone calling only I couldn't understand anything they were saying. "That's my mother, I have to go help move things around in the house. Can I come back up here?" "Sure, I'm up here most of the time. There aren't any other kids my age around here. Let me put the ladder down." I led him back to the main room and then lowered the ladder. He climbed down, gave me a friendly wave, and ran back into his own yard where his mother was waiting for him. * * * * * After dinner I went back out to the tree house and was reading one of my comic books when I heard a small rock hit the side of the building. I looked out and saw that Mike was standing there trying to get my attention without having to shout. I lowered the ladder and he climbed up. "What's with the stones?" I asked. "It isn't polite to shout and I might wake my sister's baby and then I would be in lots of trouble." "Maybe I need to install a door bell." He laughed. "Yeah, just put a button on the tree." I laughed at that. "Well, maybe my Dad can think of something. Do you like comic books?" Mike nodded. "Then come with me, I have a huge collection." I opened one of the cupboards built into the wall of the main room - I had about 300 comic books in it and that was only part of my collection. My dad had been really into comics when he was younger and had saved them all, now I had all of his back in my room in the house - many of them were older and I didn't want to take a chance on ruining them by keeping the outdoors, even if the tree house seemed to be dry all the time. "Wow!" Mike said as he looked at the large stacks of comics. "I only have a few, and my mother is always threatening to throw them out as junk." I frowned, my mother didn't like them, but she had never threatened to do something like that. "Do you think I could bring mine out here to keep them safe?" "Sure," I opened another cupboard, "I have plenty of room and if you put them here they won't get mixed up with mine." Mike's face filled with a huge smile, I'd made a friend I was sure. I turned on a small light and the two of us sat there reading comics. After a little while Mike's mother was outside calling him again. "I guess I have to go, Mom is worried about where I am. Do you think I could sleep out here with you one of these night?" Mike asked. "Sure, I plan to be out here almost every night, my room is a little bit too hot and it is nice and cool out here." Mike smiled again and headed home. I had to go into the house to take a bath and pick up some fresh clothes for the morning, and then after I kissed Mom and Dad goodnight I climbed back into my tree house. It had been a good day and now I had a new friend who lived right next door. * * * * * At breakfast my mother asked if I had noticed that the new family next door had a son my age. I assured her that I had and that his name was Michael. "Does he speak English?" she asked. "Yes, he has an accent after all he is from Korea, but I can understand him just fine." After I finished my chores I headed out to my tree house again, as I lowered the ladder Mike arrived with two bags. "You planning on moving in?" I asked with a laugh. "No, but you did say I could stash my comics up there and I brought a couple of snacks as well." "Great!" I said as the two of us climbed up the ladder. After I pulled the ladder up behind us Mike opened the first bag and pulled out some small bags of fruit and cookies. I pointed to an old cooler and he placed them in it, then he opened the other bag and pulled out a fairly large pile of comics. The first couple were ones I was familiar with, but then there were several that were obviously written in Korean. He handed one of those to me. "Hey, I can't read this," I protested as I looked at the cover. "That's not a problem," he said, "I'll translate if you want, but just look inside and tell me what you think." As soon as I opened the cover I could see that this wasn't the sort of comic I was familiar with. All of the people were only partially dressed and the women had big tits while the guys were just big and muscular all over. Michael watched my face as I looked at the pictures and started turning the pages. After a couple of pages one of the guys ripped the top off of one of the women and her big tits popped out. As I looked a bit more carefully I noticed that one of the guys in the background was holding onto the crotch of his pants so that you could see the shape of his huge cock. I guess my face turned a bit red as Michael started to laugh. "What's so funny, I've never seen comics like this before, is this what they sell where you come from?" "Those are from my father's collection, he gets them in the mail from my uncle back in Korea. He has a lot of them and has never noticed when I take a couple. Do you want to know what the story is about?" I didn't say anything; I just keep looking at the drawings. Within the next couple of pages the women were all totally naked and most of the guys were too. The men had huge cocks, I'd seen my father nude a couple of times and his was a lot larger than mine but still wasn't even close to the size of these guys. I could feel myself growing a boner and scooted up toward the table a bit more so that Mike wouldn't see it. Mike didn't say anything else, he just handed me another book - the main difference was that this one didn't have any girls in it. As I looked a bit closer I saw that two of the guys had guns in their hands and they were taking the other guys into what looked like a cabin. On the next page the prisoners were tied first to a wall and had their clothes torn off and then tied down onto a bed with their hands and feet tied to the four corners. On the next page the captors were all nude and a couple of them were forcing their enormous pricks into the helpless captives mouths. I looked up at Mike and noticed that there was a bulge in the front of his pants much like the one I was trying to hide under the table. "What do you think of those comics?" he asked with a grin. "W-well, I've never seen anything like that," I replied. "Do guys really do things like that to one another?" Mike smiled, "My dad also has some magazines with photos of guys doing much the same things so I guess they do - at least for pictures." I didn't ask any more questions, I just went back to looking at the pictures. "Would you like me to translate for you?" Mike asked. "I don't think I need any translation, just let me look at the pictures." Michael picked up another comic and the two of us sat there quietly for the next hour or so. I didn't know just what to say about these things, but I knew that they certainly were turning me on. Over the course of the next hour or so I looked at about five of those comics and the more of them I looked at the harder my boner became. I knew about cuming, one of my older nephews had told me about it and then showed me how he could do it when we were up here alone a couple of weeks ago. I had tried, but while I got many of the wonderful sensations he mentioned I hadn't shot out that white stuff like he did. Finally I put down the last of the magazines Mike had brought. At that point I noted that it was starting to get very warm. "Do you like to go swimming?" I asked Mike. "Yeah, where?" "Well, I don't have a swimming pool, but there is a nice natural pool in the creek behind my mother's garden. Do you want to come with me, I'm getting too hot up here." "Okay, I'll just have to go get my swimming suit." "Why, I never do, it is private and on our property so no one can see us. I just go skinny-dipping." "Skinny-dipping?" Mike asked. "You know, in the nude." Mike nodded his approval. Quickly we packed up the comics, making sure that those special ones were hidden in the middle of his comic pile, and headed off to my private swimming hole. * * * * * Summer was in full bloom; the trees, shrubs and natural plants all screened the small wide spot in the creek from prying eyes. The back part of our property was fenced and I'd never run into anyone when I was back there - I had brought a few of my nephews and nieces back there a couple of time [I'd used a swim suit then], but none of them were around today. The pool wasn't all that large, it had been built by a small beaver dam, but at our age it looked huge. There was a small sandy beach and a couple of large rocks were we could pile our clothes. It didn't take me very long to strip down and run into the cool water. "Burrrrr!" shouted as I dunked under the water. Mike still stood on the bank, watching me. "Come on in, the water is wonderful," I shouted. Mike continued to stand there for a moment and then slowly started to remove his clothing. When he was standing there in just his jockey shorts I noted that he was a bit thinner than me, but that was about the only difference other than the shape of his eyes. "Come on," I called to him again, splashing water in his direction. "There is only the two of us here and I rather doubt that you have anything under those that is any different from what I have." I laughed. Mike turned his back to me and slowly pulled down his underpants, placing them on the pile with the rest of his clothing and then with one hand covering his crotch he ran into the water until his waist was under the water. I was trying not to laugh, but his modesty was something I had never expected. "The only people who have ever seen me naked are my Mom and Dad," he said in way of explanation. "Didn't you take a shower in gym class at school?" "We didn't do that in my last school district until you got into seventh grade." "Oh, we started doing that here in third grade." I looked down into the clear water and could see Mike's crotch, like me he didn't have any hair down there and it looked like I was a little bit bigger, but it was difficult to tell when looking through the water. Mike splashed me, stirring up the water so that I couldn't see anything else so I splashed him back and in a moment we were having a full-scale water fight. Then I took off swimming toward the other end of the pool where there was a couple of large rocks that made a great diving platform as the water there was fairly deep and there weren't any logs or rocks under the water. Mike followed; he was a very strong swimmer and almost beat me to the rocks, only when I climbed up out of the water he continued to just float there. "Come on, this is like a diving platform," I said as I jumped back into the water, not diving but rather doing a cannonball. This time when I climbed back onto the rock Mike followed, rushing up passed me and actually diving back into the water. He passed me so quickly that I only got a glimpse of his crotch before he dove back into the water. What I had seen confirmed what I thought I had viewed when I was looking at him through the water. While smaller than me he didn't have anything to be ashamed about at our age. We continued to dive and swim for about an hour and then I swam back to where we had left our clothes, climbed up on a flat rock and lay down to allow the sun and warm breeze to dry my body as we didn't bring any towels. After a few minutes Mike joined me on the rocks, this time he didn't try to hide his crotch, instead he was giving mine a careful examination. We lay there until I heard my mother calling me to come in for lunch. Reluctantly we both dressed and headed back, each to his own home. Nothing had happened between us, but I was sure that I wanted something, even if I didn't know what it was. * * * * * After lunch Mom had several chores she wanted me to do and I didn't get back outside for a couple of hours. When I did finally get back outside I saw that the ladder for the tree house was drawn up from the inside - there wasn't any way to bring it down from the ground in that case; however, I had climbed the trees before Dad built the tree house and now I did it again, being careful not to make any noise as I climbed up to the second level. I peeked in the window and saw Mike lying on the mattress, his pants open and down to his knees while he played with his boner with one hand while he held one of those Korean comics in his other. Mike was so involved with what he was doing that he didn't even hear me when I entered the room. "Hi!" I shouted loudly. Mike dropped the comic and attempted to pull up his pants all in one motion while he turned a very bright shade of red. I picked up the dropped comic and said, "Let's see just what you were reading." Mike grabbed at the comic but I pulled it out of the way and looked again at the picture. The page he was looking at featured the two boys tied to the bed while being forced to take their captors cocks in their mouth. "Uh!" Mike grunted. "You weren't here and I started reading and..." "That's okay," I said with a laugh, "but I had to climb the three to get up here." "Sorry," he said. I tossed the comic back to him. "Those pictures gave me a boner too," I said, rubbing my crotch. "They always do that to me, only in the past I haven't had the privacy to do anything about it." "Well, if you want to continue..." Mike's boner had completely deflated. "Not now," he said. Together we headed back down to the first level. I opened another cupboard and displayed a pile of games. "See anything you like in here?" "You play chess?" he asked. "Not too well." "Sounds right, I'm not too good at it either." We pulled out the chess set and started a game. * * * * * We were still playing when both our mothers were calling up from the base of the tree for dinner. "Are you sleeping up here tonight?" Mike asked. "That's what I plan." "Can I sleep here too, if my mother lets me?" "Sure." We both climbed down and Mike started asking his mother about sleeping in the tree house right away. I couldn't understand what they were saying, but Mike seemed to be grinning so I guessed [correctly] that she was agreeing. I asked my Mom and she didn't see any problem as long as Mike's Mom agreed. Mike and I agreed to meet back in the tree house after dinner and we each headed home. * * * * * At dinner that night I got asked a whole lot of questions about Mike and what we were doing all day. I did tell Mom that we had gone down to the swimming hole and the chess games, but not other things of course. I was asked why I was inviting the new neighbor to sleep over in the tree house when I had never invited any of my nieces and nephews to join me up there. I just sort of ignored the question and no one picked up on it right away. After dinner I took my bath, gathered my clean clothes for morning and a couple of other things and headed back to the tree house. It was only a few minutes later when Mike arrived. I had left the ladder down for him and when he came up his mother was with him. "She just wants to see what it looks like to make sure I'll be safe," he said, a bit embarrassed by here coming with him. "That's okay, you can show her the upper level if you want, my Dad helped me build it and it is plenty safe for her." Mike showed his Mom around for a few minutes and then she climbed back down. We pulled up the ladder and were alone again. Mike opened one of the bags he had brought and pulled out a six-pak of cold Coke. We opened two cans and put the rest in the cooler where I had placed the ice and soda I had brought up with me. Now we sat back and I turned on the TV. A quiet evening at home, even if it was about twenty feet up in a tree. * * * * * After watching TV for a couple of hours we were both tired and started to get ready for bed. Mike didn't have a sleeping bag, but he had brought a bedroll that was far warmer than he would need that night. "Why don't we both sleep on the big bed tonight?" I asked. I didn't know just what might happen, but I knew that if he and I were in different rooms the answer to that would certainly be nothing. "That sounds good to me," he replied. I brought my sleeping bag down to the second level and Mike spread out his bedroll. "What do I do if I need to piss in the middle of the night?" he asked. I showed him the piss bottle that I had stashed away in a corner of the main room. "If you need to do anything else you'll have to go back home, no place for that up here." He laughed and picked up a couple of those Korean comics to take up to bed with us. We turned out all but one of the lights, the little one over the bed didn't really show through the leaves of the tree so no one would know that we were still up if they decided to check up on us. Mike brought out one of the comics he had brought with him and we both lay down and started looking at the book. This time Mike started trying to translate the story, but I stopped him. I felt that I could get enough without and didn't want him to interrupt my thoughts. It didn't take very long before both of us were sporting boners, in the part of the book where we were now the two boys had been tied over a railing and two of their captors were shoving their cocks into the prisoner's assholes. "My asshole hurts just looking at that," I said. Mike chuckled. "Haven't you ever put anything up your ass?" "No," I said with a shudder. "Why not, it feels sort of good after a minute or so." I didn't have an answer to that so I asked, "You've done it?" "Many times, mostly when I'm in the bathtub as that is one place where no one will interrupt my privacy." My prick was harder than I had ever remembered and I reached down to play with it. At that point Mike reached into his pants and started doing the same thing. After a couple of minutes I said, "Look, we're both guys, why don't we just take off our clothes, we've both already seen each other naked at the swimming hole." Mike hesitated a moment and then started removing his T-shirt. I followed suit and then we both unbuttoned our pants and pulled them down at the same time. Both of us were rock-hard. Once we were completely naked Mike slowly reached his hand over and lightly touched the tip of my prick. If felt like an electric charge had run right through my groin. I reached over and touched Mike just as he had touched me and I could see him quiver with a bit of excitement. Mike wrapped his hand around my cock, just like I had done before and started to slide it up and down, that felt fantastic. I did the same to him and could see that he loved it too. The comic book was soon forgotten as we kept moving around a little bit until we were both comfortable and could concentrate on each other's cock. After a few minutes Mike turned around so that his face was directly opposite my crotch and mine was opposite his. Mike rubbed his other hand across my lower stomach and then up and down my legs. I'd never felt anything as exciting/wonderful in my life. I tried to do everything that he did and his reactions were such that I was sure I was doing the right thing. I had closed my eyes and was enjoying the feeling of his hands on me while I was working on him and then he took his hand away from my cock for a moment. The next thing I felt was something warm and wet down there - I opened my eyes and saw that Mike had replaced his hand with his mouth, much like the boys in the comic book. That was the most fantastic thing I had ever even imagined. I wasn't sure I could do what he was doing, but I decided to try. I opened my mouth and allowed the tip of his cock to pass through my lips. It tasted a bit different, but not bad at all. I allowed more and more of his pole to enter my mouth until my lips were pressed against the smooth skin of his groin. Now Mike pulled my balls into his mouth at the same time so I did the same thing. The sensations he was providing me were almost more than I could stand. I attempted to duplicate his actions and I must have been doing a good job as I could feel his body shudder as I worked on his cock with my lips and tongue. Mike started running his fingers up and down the crack of my ass, stopping at my asshole and pressing a bit harder there. Again I started doing the same thing that he was doing only when my finger pressed against his asshole it seemed to be pulled inside. At first I pulled back, but after a couple of times I allowed my finger to press in and before I knew it I had my digit buried to the first knuckle in his asshole. Mike moaned with pleasure around the boy-tool in his mouth and then pressed his own finger harder against my anal opening. After a bit I could feel my sphincter open a little bit and his finger entered my virgin hole. That was all it took, my entire body seemed to be centered on my crotch and I had the largest dry orgasm I had ever experienced. At about the same time Mike groaned and shivered as he had a similar experience. We both lay there for a couple of minutes and then started to slowly pull apart as our cocks deflated. We released our hold on each other and Mike turned back around so that we were once again facing each other in the same direction. "Have you ever done anything like that before?" Mike asked. "No, have you?" "One time, with one of the boys from my old school, we were going to do it again, only I ended up moving away." "Well, I'm sure we can do it again, but not right away, I need to recover from that last experience," I said in a husky voice. Mike wrapped his arms around me and pulled us together. I reached up and turned off the light. "This was my first time, but I don't intend for it to be the last," I said. Mike agreed and the two of us drifted off to sleep, our nude bodies press together. To be continued.......? AUTHOR'S NOTE: I do hope you enjoyed this story, so far there hasn't been much bondage and such, but that will be coming if you want to know what happened later that summer.