Date: Sat, 3 Sep 2005 20:28:12 -0400
From: Charlie Whaley <cwhaley12@comcast.net>
Subject: "Hard Roots in the Treehouse"

DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional story involving minors having  sex. If this
offends you in any way then please turn back now. If you are not permitted
by your state law to read sexual material of this nature, then turn back
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			Hard Roots in the Treehouse


	My name is George. As a young dummy, around eleven-ish, I actually
hurt myself a couple of times trying to figure out what "beating your meat,
beating off, and jerking off" might mean. Tommy was a friend of mine from
school who lived a couple of miles from my house had invited me over to
check out their treehouse. He said they had some porno-mags up there and
that the boys around his street liked to get up there and jerk-off with the
books, but I was too embarrassed to admit that I didn't know how. Luckily
for my black and blue pecker, the next year when i was twelve I spent a
weekend at my cousin's farm and was properly instructed in the art of
choking a chicken. I was so horny the first time I popped, I shot above eye
level making my cousin say "Wow!!!" ..... I looked down on the scene from
cloud nine thinking "can I do that again?"

	Well, the answer was yes. Yes I could and did and did again and
again and if I had a nickle for every time I did, I'd have it all!  So
anyway I had fun jacking with my cousin. The nest day we hooked up with his
friend Kevin and the three of us went back in my uncle's barn and jacked up
in the loft. My cousin and Kevin both remarked that I had a very big dick
for my age. My boner was just under six inches. I had the feeling that
Kevin, wanted to do something more the way he stared at my dick while we
jacked. Again I busted a large load which was more than twice what the
other boys could produce.

	When I got back home I took the first opportunity to ride my bike
over trails that cut through the woods leading to Tommy's neighborhood. I
was more than ready to demonstrate my new skills to my classroom buddy and
his friends.

	I found Tommy and his older brother Dawson outside their house
working on a small dirt bike that was more dirt than bike. "Hey Tommy" I
said rolling up on the boys.

	"George!" Tommy replied, a big grin crossing his face. "What are
you doing over here?"

	"I came to check out that treehouse you were telling me about."

	"Cool" he said "I'm going to take George to the treehouse" he said
to his brother.

	"Ok" Dawson said. As we started to walk around the side of Tommy's
house Dawson called after us "Don't get that sticky stuff all over your
fingers" We both cracked up as we headed for the trail in the woods that
led to the treehouse. About a quarter of a mile from Tommy's house we came
upon a huge oak tree with a treehouse built over the first two large
branches. The construction was ingenious. Tommy's father was a carpenter
and he had made a deal with Dawson, Tommy and some of their friends when
they were younger. He would collect materials and frame up the tree house
if they would carry the stuff back to the tree. He had used the large
branches for support along with studs nailed to the center of the tree,
angling up to support the deck. It was a big semi-circle structure with a
roof covered with black roofing paper. It had a central door with windows
on either side without glass. There was a 20' wooden ladder leaning against
the deck as it would be impossible to climb up even to the first branch of
the massive tree without a ladder. We quickly climbed up.

	It had a great view from the outside. Tommy showed me how easy it
was to pull up the ladder and isolate yourself if you wanted to. We went
inside and it was just a perfect hangout for boys.  There was a card table
in the center of the room with a well used deck of cards surrounded by four
folding chairs. There were also some milk crates and some cushions around
the room for seats.

	"How many boys come up here?" I asked.

	"Everybody comes out here. Sometimes theres eight or ten boys on
Saturdays or Sundays. Check this out." He went to a corner and lifted a
milk crate and carried it to the card table. It contained several
magazines. I could see the top one was a Playboy. My dick was quickly
getting stiff with the promise of nudity and jacking with Tommy. I glanced
at Tommy's crotch and saw that he too was swelling in his jeans. Just then
we heard a noise outside and Tommy walked out to the railing. "Bobby" he
said. As I reached the railing I saw a skinny boy almost running up the
ladder to the treehouse. I recognized one of the boys from our school,
Bobby was one grade below Tommy and myself.

	"Hey George, I haven't seen you over here before."

	"First time, pretty cool place" I replied.

	We walked back inside "Got the books out huh, were you guys
jackin'?" Bobby asked pulling on his pants.

	"Not yet." Tommy said as he picked up the playboy and opened to a
picture of a pretty, stacked blond. There were obvious cum stains all over
the picture. I was very stiff now. Bobby didn't say anything, but quickly
unzipped and pulled out his four inch rod and started to stroke it.

	"Bashful, ain't he?" Tommy said as he unzipped and pulled his own
five inch piece of pipe. I was right behind him getting my meat free of
it's restraints. It jumped to it's almost six inch length.

	"You got a big dick!" Bobby said. He reminded me of the boy Kevin
the way he studied my dick as he stroked his own.

	"Thanks" was all I could think to say.I was having a ball. This was
all too cool. So we jacked and jacked as we flipped through the books. I
was amazed at all the cum dried on the books, not to mention pages stuck
together. "You always cum on the books?" I asked.

	"Yea, pretty much" Tommy replied "we like to se the girls with cum
all over them."

	It wasn't long until Bobby said "I'm going to shoot." He then
started squirting a couple of good shots of cum over the face of a dark
haired smiling girl. It was funny seeing the unchanging smile as Bobby's
juice hit her in the eye. Then Tommy was shooting on the centerfold that we
had spread open before us and I felt myself starting to bust a huge load on
the same picture.

	"Dude!" Tommy said "you covered the bitch!" I just smiled, still
enjoying the feelings from my blast. "Dawson doesn't cum that much."

	After that day i was over at the treehouse every chance I got. The
next Saturday morning we had nine boys jerking off in the treehouse. Boys
our age, older boys, younger boys. Hard dicks everywhere you looked. Cum
flying everywhere. Later that afternoon I was bored with nothing going on
at home so I decided to head back to the treehouse to see what was up. I
met Bobby and his cousin coming up the trail. Bobby's cousin, Gary, was
spending the weekend with Bobby. They both looked pissed-off.

	"What's up?" I asked.

	"Oh, these boys have got the ladder up in the tree and won't let it
down." Bobby said.

	"Ass-holes" his cousin added.

	Well, I had come this far so I went on back to the
treehouse. There were a couple of older boys up there. I didn't know
either of them and they had the ladder up on the deck. That might not have
set me off but when they got smart-ass about it, I got hot. "We don't need
any little pussy boys up here." They called down.

	Now I understood why Bobby and Gary had seemed so pissed when we
passed on the trail. I couldn't think of any thing I could do about it so I
headed back home. I continued to puzzle over the problem that
night. Sometime in the middle of the night I woke up and had an idea.  The
next morning I went out to the workshop that my dad had built and found a
half empty box of ten-inch nails he had used and the biggest hammer I could
find and headed out for the treehouse. When I got there, I was relieved to
find no one else around. I went around to the back of the oak and began
driving the big nails into the tree in a staggered fashion designed to give
me foot and hand holds that I could use to climb up. After I drove them in
as high as I could reach, I brought the ladder around and put a few more in
higher. Then I tried climbing up and found that I could easily climb up to
the first branch of the tree. From there it would be no problem to climb up
to the treehouse deck. Replacing the ladder I got on my bike and started
back home. 'Now let those ass-holes try and keep me out' I thought
triumphantly as I pedaled up the path. I had gone only a short way when I
heard voices and laughter coming from up ahead. The jackasses from
yesterday? I quickly got off the path and hid myself and my bike behind a
group of bushes.

	As the voices got louder I saw movement through the bushes as a
couple of guys passed on the trail. After they passed I stood and looked. I
was surprised to see that it was Bobby and his cousin Gary. I was tempted
to jump out and try to scare them but they were getting too far away for
that. Then I thought that this might be a way to use my new trick somehow
at the treehouse. So I let them continue until they were out of sight.
Leaving my bike, the hammer and remaining nails, I followed them back to
the treehouse. When I got within sight of the tree, I was kid of surprised
to see that indeed they had pulled the ladder up to the deck. 'Well I know
they're going to jack-off' I thought 'but why pull up the ladder?' Jerking
was something we all did together. 'I'm going to scare the shit out of
them' I thought as I went around the tree and started to climb.

	As I slowly pulled myself up the supports and onto the deck I could
here one of them saying softly "Oh shit that feels good.....oh yea.."
Moving very slowly I edged over to the nearest window getting ready to jump
out and scream at the top of my lungs. As I peeked around the corner of the
window my mouth dropped wide open. Bobby was sitting in one of the folding
chairs and Gary was on his knees and was sucking Bobby's dick! Bobby was
moaning in pleasure "yea....yea that's it" as Gary's head moved up and
down.  My dick was swelling rapidly in my pants as I watched the porn show
in front of me.

	This continued for a few seconds and then Gary stood up and said
"Suck mine." and to my surprise Bobby leaned forward and started sucking
his cousins dick while my own rod was about to rip my pants.

	Getting an idea of how I could get some action here I leaned in the
window and said "You like doing that don't you Bobby?" The look of surprise
and horror on both of their faces was priceless as they both looked over at
the window, Bobby's eyes went wide with Gary's meat still in his mouth.

	As I walked in through the door Bobby was almost crying as he said
"How.....George PLEASE don't tell anybody...PLEASE!"

	"I won't tell anybody if you suck my dick, both of you."

	"I didn't..." Gary started to say.

	"Bullshit. I saw you sucking Bobby's dick before you stood up. Now
I'm going to tell everybody if you don't both suck my dick right now." I
said as I pulled my rock hard piece of pipe out and stuck it up to Bobby's
cute little face. He glanced up at Gary but realized he was trapped and
started to blow me. I was in heaven! The pleasure was magic. "Get back on
your knees." I commanded Gary and he obeyed. Pulling out of Bobby's mouth I
put my dick in Gary's. As he sucked I started to fuck his face.

	"You promise you won't tell?" Bobby whined as I was really enjoying
Gary's mouth.

	"I won't tell if you guys suck me all the way off." I said pulling
out of Gary and back in Bobby's mouth, shutting him up. I was not only
enjoying the amazing feelings of my first blow job, I was getting off on
the power I had over the two little suckers in front of me. Soon I was just
getting off as I felt my nuts tighten and my dick overload with pleasure
and then I was shooting into Bobby's mouth. After about three good squirts
I pinched it off and then stuck it in Gary's mouth and continued to drain
my load. Bobby spit most of it out, but Gary swallowed my sperm. I pulled
out, milked out another big drop and told Bobby "Lick it off and swallow
it. He obeyed. "There good. I won't tell anybody but you're going to suck
me whenever I want from now on."

	"I don't care, just don't tell." Bobby pleaded.

	That was the beginning of a much closer friendship with Bobby. I
got another "double" blow job from the two of them the next day in the
woods behind Bobby's house. They were much more relaxed with the idea and
had some fun sucking my big dick. Although Gary went back home to his town
which was about forty miles away, I continued getting blow jobs from Bobby
almost every day after that. I didn't have to threaten him either. I busted
loads in his mouth, fucked him and cumed in his cute little butt, had him
jack me off. I got Gary to do all that too the next time he visited. I had
Gary fuck Bobby while Bobby sucked me, fucked both of them,going from one
to the other, and anything else I could think of.

	When I was a couple of years older and after a couple of hundred
blow jobs from Bobby, one of the boys at school was talking about how gross
gay sex was. All I could think was 'Dude, you really don't know what in
hell you're talking about.'