Date: Thu, 15 Mar 2007 18:25:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: badboy jim <atneils@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Treehouse

The following story is just one of my early experiences. It is about me and
my brother when were were under 18 and I was prepubescent. If this offends
you or you're not supposed to read it, don't.

All the regular no-responsibility clauses apply here, this is just a story
I'm telling you.

If you'd like to write to me or to tell me about stories of your own, I'd
love to hear from you. atneils@yahoo.com


The Tree House


I knew what he wanted as he called me up to the tree house. I also knew
better than to refuse to go and somewhere inside me, I didn't want to
refuse. I loved what we were gonna do.

My little cock got rock hard as I climbed the makeshift steps to the tree
house and even before I saw him, I knew he'd be naked. Fifteen was a good
year for him. The hormones he'd explained to me so clearly had served him
well. His muscles popped on his body and the hair around his cock outlined
it perfectly. His blonde hair was almost white and what hair he had on his
arms and legs looked transparent. In short, he was beautiful. I watched the
girls watch him as he walked down the street and get off the school bus and
pride grew inside me as I knew I was the one to get his private
attention. He would smile at the girls, even go out with them when Mother
would allow. But he never touched them and always saved his best part for
me.

As my head came over the threshold of the tree house I could see his 6 inch
cock was hard as a rock and I stopped to look at it. There was a tiny drop
of the sweetest part of his juice hanging off the end and knew I was in for
one of my favorite kind of rides and would be between his legs for a long
time that day. I didn't know what it was then, and although he never fucked
me I felt my prostate tweak inside my body and my mouth water. He smiled to
me, seeing the hunger in my eyes.

Just a year ago he hated me. He'd bust me in the head and Mother would have
to rush me to the hospital for stitches. They even told her they were
investigating her to have me taken away from her. Then one day I entered
our room and he was naked playing with himself. The smile on his face was
odd and it drew me to him. It was then he told me all about hormones and
sex and the things boys could do together. I remember how great I felt as I
took him in my mouth for the first time. A million feelings rush thru my
eleven year old body but in the end I knew two things. I loved giving him
so much pleasure, knowing that my mouth could make him hum and moan like
that, rub my head and face in ecstasy-the first time he'd ever shown me any
affection and I loved it. The second was knowing I had so much power over
him. With just my mouth I could make him touch me in such a tender way and
speak so sweetly to me, "Damn Danny, you know how to make me feel so
good. I don't want anyone sucking me but you." And then that soft touch to
my cheek and gentle rub on my head.

It was this power that turned the tables in our life. He learned very
quickly if he was mean to me that I'd refuse to suck him. If I was gonna
get beaten then why fucking bother. It was these times that he'd take our
younger brother and have him do it. I remember how shocked the first time
I'd seen him wake him up and pull his face into his lap. I didn't know he'd
shown Shawn and knew that at nine he couldn't understand what was going on,
but my brother didn't care, he only wanted his cum and if I wasn't gonna
give it to him he'd get it from someone else. Later that week he told me
that he preferred when I did it, that I did it so much better and could
take so much more of him into my mouth, that he dreamed of how I sucked his
cock. It was then I told him that if he would be nice to me that I'd be
there to suck him anytime he wanted it and he changed at that moment,
knowing my mouth was his a beck and call. And damn did he call. He was such
a horny fourteen year old. Seemed like every time I turned around he was
looked at me 'that way', rubbing his crotch. Not once did I fail to fall to
my knees or climb between his legs and suck him to another orgasm, even if
it was ten times a day.

One Saturday morning he awakened me and asked me if I was up to a day full
of fun. I asked what he meant and he brought me to this very tree house. He
had been away at our family's farm for a week and hadn't gotten his cum all
week and refused to jack off knowing I was here waiting for him and to tell
you the truth, I longed for his cock everyday he was away. He explained
that he'd never felt so horny and wanted to spend the day with me between
his legs, even if he were to cum 30 times he wanted me sucking his cock. I
looked up to him and was scared. There was no doubt that he could stay hard
as long as his cock was in my mouth, he'd proven that dozens of times.

As he motioned for me to continue up the ladder, I knew today was gonna be
like that day and if it was possible my cock got harder. That day stood out
in my mind as the single hottest day since I'd started sucking his cock, I
loved every second of it and every pulse his cock made as he came in my
mouth that day.

When I was inside the tree house I saw his cock swell as I began taking my
clothes off and a clear string of his precum started drooling from his
cock. I very quickly stuck out my hand and grabbed it, cupping my hand
under the head of his cock. He grinned to me and jutted his cock toward me
and I grabbed it at the base, squeezing the tube on the bottom of the shaft
and pushed it, running my had toward the head and watched as the precum
gushed out of the tip of his cock onto my hand. When my finger slipped
against the bottom of the head of his cock he pulled in a sharp breath and
knew the three days he'd been gone on that basketball trip had left him
wanting my mouth in a bad way. I brought his precum to my mouth and held
his hand at my mouth, sticking my tongue out and ran it thru the puddle.

"You're a nasty boy." He said to me, with that half grin on his beautiful
face and bent to lower my shorts and underwear. I watched his back and ass
as he lowered them to the floor and hoped my ass would be as round and full
as his when the time came. When he stood back up I bent my hand so some of
the precum would drip on my steel hard cock and when there was enough I
reached out and put my hand around his rock hard cock. Again he pulled in a
deep breath as my hand slid the full length of his cock and then back up to
the top. He groaned loudly and I let go of his cock, he knew what I
wanted. He had learned long ago if he played with my cock before I sucked
him that my sucking would be so much better. It was my own type of foreplay
and I had come to the point that I required it. I knew he didn't really
like doing it, but part of me wanted him to horn me up and the other part
of me loved knowing I had the power to make him do something he'd rather
not do so he could get something he loved. And I loved when he stroked my
cock like this. I could tell how horny he was by how hard he squeezed my
cock and I would know how if I should attack his cock and suck for all it
was worth, or go slowly and take my time. I knew he loved both and wouldn't
object regardless what I did.

He always knew just when to stop. I understood how I could tell when he was
gonna cum by the way his cock throbbed in my mouth, but how could he tell I
was going to get 'the feeling' with his hand? I never figured that out, but
he knew exactly when I was about to get my cum that day and brought me
right to the edge and stopped.

When I opened my eyes he stood smiling that evil smile and I knew it was my
turn. I got on my knees and looked up to him. His heartbeat could be
counted by the pulse his cock made in the air and his muscles strained on
his stomach and he was breathing hard. God I loved this! I moved to take
him in my mouth and he turned to the side. I looked up to him and he smiled
that evil smile again and told me to lick it. Fuck, he was hot. He wanted
the long treatment. He knew he was already close and wanted me to go as
slow as possible. I stuck out my tongue and licked the bottom of the head
and was rewarded by one of his low growls and another gush of precum. I
sucked it up and started licking him all over his crotch area, spending a
lot of time on is balls.

"Fuck!" He whispered as if someone would overhear us, then went and sat on
the edge of the bed he'd moved up there a year ago. I loved seeing him
sitting on the edge of the bed, here or in our bedroom. His beautiful body
bent in a curve as he waited on me to walk on my knees to get to him and
his cock sticking straight up waiting on my mouth. I reached his knees and
pushed them apart and his whole cock was there for me to enjoy. As I neared
his cock I heard him say, "Fucking I can feel your lips as they touch my
cock and your mouth sliding down on me. Shit dude, common!" He has started
with the slow job and I was gonna continue with the slow job, I don't care
how much he wanted me to hurry. I made my slow descent to his cock and
right before my lips reached their target he pulled in a sharp breath, he
knew exactly how it would feel when my lips hit that tender flesh.

"Motherfucker Danny!" and his whole body trembled. I fucking loved it when
that happened and I knew exactly how to make it do it again and again. I
sucked at just the tip of his cock, sipping in the glorious precum that
kept pouring out of his cock. I felt him reach around the back of my head
and I pulled back and just looked at him. No words were spoken and he knew
to leave me to what I love doing best. I lowered to his cock with my mouth
open and left my mouth open as I surrounded his cock head and the first 2
inches. I knew of all the things I did, this one drove him the most
wild. When I felt him move I pulled away and smiled up to him.

"I'm gonna jack off if you don't come on dude, I'm so fucking horny!"

I knew he was bluffing. He hadn't jacked off since he discovered he could
use my mouth to do it. But I also knew he could get mad at me and just
start skull fucking me and I hated that. His cock would jab at the back of
my throat over and over and then he'd hold my head down as he came and I
didn't get to taste any of it. He didn't do that often, only when he was
punishing me for something-either way it sure beat the skull cracking.

So I put my lips at the tip of his cock again and slowly inched my way
forward until the head of his cock was in my mouth. I sucked softly and
swiped my tongue along the bottom, careful not to do it to hard or he'd
cum. It was another way I could get his whole body to shudder. When I'd
been rewarded with another tongue full of his amazing precum and started
down his shaft, rubbing my tongue back and forth along the bottom as I
went. He reached down to the side of the bed and grabbed the edge as if he
was holding on and in a way he was. He groaned and cursed and gasped the
entire time I very slowly slide down the length of his cock and took one
deep breath before I pushed the final inch into my throat. I knew he loved
to have his cock in my throat and if I wouldn't suffocate he'd fuck me in
my throat all day. When my nose was in his white blonde bush I stopped to
look up to his stomach to behold his beauty and to watch, as the amazing
feeling I was about to give him would wash over his body. Then suddenly I
swallowed. I don't think I did anything he loved more than when I got his
cock in my throat and then swallowed. Now and then I'd do it while he came
and when he was done he'd lay there for 30 minutes recovering. It must be
one hellva orgasm if he wasn't ready to go in 5 minutes and when I jacked
off I used to wonder what it felt like. If he had this much of a reaction
then it must be really something and it turned me on to no end when I saw
his reaction when I did it.

"Motherfucker, do it again!" and he wrapped his hands around the back of my
head. I swallowed again and he almost screamed with delight. I was out of
air and had to back off a bit and once I got my breath back, back down I
went and swallowed over and over and he literally spasmed, his cock deep in
my mouth. Fuck I loved this and wanted it to go on forever! But I felt his
cock do that familiar swell and I very quickly pulled off his cock. It was
another of my favorite moments and sat watching his cock. It was stone hard
and I was amazed it didn't explode. I loved to look at how big it is, know
it all had just been in my mouth and throat. It was all shinny with my spit
and his precum and I wanted it back in my mouth the second it was out.

"Oh shit dude, don't tease me this time. I'm gonna pass out if you don't
make me cum. Cummon dude, please."

Music to my ears, he was begging, my second favorite thing about sucking
his cock. As I lowered to his cock again I wondered if I'd let him cum this
time, or if I'd edge him again. As I heard him curse and gasp on my way
down his shaft I knew I was gonna let him cum, but would take him on a long
journey getting there. When his head hit the back of my throat I stopped
and just held him there.

"Dude, your mouth is so fucking good. There was a bitch on our trip that
begged me to fuck her and so I did. That pussy was some nasty shit and I
knew right then I'd never want one of those fucking things. Your mouth is
so much better than a fucking piece of pussy."

His confession surprised me. He'd actually gotten with a girl? He must have
been really horny to do that. I knew he loved my mouth best. But as I
started slowly moving back and forth on his cock, just a little bit, I knew
he'd be hooked on my mouth for as long as I'd let him and as I felt his
cock pulse one long hard pulse I knew I'd be sucking his cock for many
years to come. I stopped moving and his long pulse subsided and I started
moving my head from side to side, sliding his cock around in my mouth.

"Fucking shit dude. Will you swallow it again?"

I knew he was asking to he could cum real fast, but maybe in him cumming he
could settle down some and I could settle into a good long cock suck that I
really wanted so I could sit and slowly jack off. There were few things I
liked better that feeling his cock get harder and harder in my mouth as I
sat between his legs and jacked my own cock. I looked forward to the day I
could make my own cum and taste it, but for now, I would hold his cum in my
mouth as I sucked him off for the second time and slowly stroke my own. As
the head of his cock neared the back of my throat I new I'd settle for half
his favorite and half mine. I made one final push and his cock was in my
throat.

"Oh gawd, bro, suck my fucking cock."

I moved my head back and forth just a little and he was fucking my
throat. I saw the muscles on his stomach tighten up and knew he was close
so I started swallowing around his rock hard cock and he screamed aloud and
wondered if our mother heard him inside. His scream really turned me on and
I pulled back a bit and took a deep breath so I could give him maximum
pleasure, then back down I went and started my swallow all over again.

"Shit dude! Here it comes. Oh my fucking gawd, you are the fucking pro at
this dude!"

And I felt his cock pulse once really hard and his groan turned into a
squeak as his throat tightened in orgasmic pleasure. I felt his second
pulse and pulled back a bit and got one shot of cum in my mouth, took
another breath and back down on his cock to swallow again. He cried out in
pleasure as he cock fired shot after shot of his cum. I alternated one shot
down my throat as I did his favorite and swallowed his cock and then pulled
back to get a shot of his cum in my mouth for my jack off in a moment. He
seemed to cum forever and he cried out over and over.

"Fuck dude, I fucking love you. Suck me, suck me suck me."

His words were music to my ears as I was as lost in his orgasm as he was
and pulled back so the head of his cock was at the back of my throat and he
continued to spill his seed into my sucking mouth. The muscles on his
stomach and legs continued to tense with each pulse of his cock and I knew
I had given him another one of my amazing cums.

As he sat up and stroked my head so softly and gently I knew he'd be ready
for the second sucking very quickly and then suddenly pulled his cock from
my mouth. For about five minutes his cock was too sensitive for me to keep
sucking and I sat there looking at it beat out the movement of his heart. I
loved how it shinned in the light from his cum and my mouth and couldn't
wait to get it inside my mouth again. He sat up and looked at me.

"You kept some in your mouth didn't you?"

I only looked at him.

His cock pulsed again. "Fuck dude, I love when you do that. You're gonna
suck me real slow as you sit and jack off aren't you.

I only looked at him.

He laid back and pushed his cock between his legs toward me. "Shit, I miss
when I'm not around you for you to suck me. Common dude, I wanna feel your
mouth on me again.

I was careful to drool some of his cum onto my cock and then not to lose
any of it out of my mouth as I lowered onto his cock again.

A quick thrill shot thru me as I took hold of my cock and felt his dick hit
the back of my throat and him groan in pleasure again.

As I neared my own orgasm I wondered if I'd suck him off 18 times like I
did the last time he'd come home so horny. And as my boy orgasm shot thru
me I knew I couldn't wait to find out.