Date: Sun, 28 Aug 2022 17:56:27 +0200 (CEST)
From: karcamel@tutanota.com
Subject: IT ALL STARTED IN A TREEHOUSE  PART 2

IT ALL STARTED IN A TREEHOUSE

PART 2

    A couple of days went by, I didn't see Mike and we didn't text each
other. I wondered if he was beginning to regret what happened in the tree
house. I dared to go to the softball practice. No one was bullying. No one
remembered the hullabaloo caused by the magazine. Now on the biggest fuss
was Daisy, a ninth-grade girl who had shown her boobs on the internet.

    I hit the ball pretty well. In my opinion, the pitcher was pretty bad,
or at least slow. He had almost round glasses and looked nerdy. I started
learning the names of my playmates. He was Matt. I don't think many of the
boys were fast, I think I ran between the bases faster than anyone
else. The team seemed under average compared to the team I had played in
before.

    Of course, it was nice to be part of the team again and to be accepted
into the group. But I somewhat missed Mike's company. He had unexpectedly
become my friend and given me something I didn't expect. Of course, I
couldn't even imagine before that my first kiss would be with a boy, not to
mention that my first sex experience would also happen then.

    In the evening, before going to bed, I sent Mike a message that the
team needed a pitcher. My teenage boy urges were strong, so I took the iPad
to bed and went to check out porn sites. Finding such wasn't difficult, and
I was already somewhat familiar with it. It was really nice, but for some
reason, I didn't get as much of a kick out of it as I used to. I thought of
Mike and how good his kisses had felt. Also how his hard cock had felt when
it started throbbing in my hand.

    I started googling for something that would arouse more interest, and
eventually, I ended up on a site called Ageguy. I thought I'd try what kind
of sensations such content could bring about. There was a huge amount of
different boy porn and before I even started watching anything I got a hard
erection. Those videos were blazing hot. Those boys had no inhibitions,
everything was Ok to them.

    I was amazed at how pleased the boys looked when they got hard cocks in
their asses. Wouldn't that hurt? I identified myself as a giver, not as a
receiver. However, I also thought that being interested in such things was
something that would pass and be forgotten. After all, I wasn't gay.

    Normally, I turned my phone off well before going to bed. However, I
didn't do it that time because I was focused on something completely
different. The phone beeped as a sign of a message and I looked to see who
was writing.

    Mike: 'How's it going bro? Was it a good practice?'

    Me: 'Very good. I got to hit and obviously impressed the others.'

    Mike: 'I know you are good with a stick in your hand.'

    Me: 'Where have you been? I haven't heard anything from you.'

    Mike; 'Did you miss me?'

    Me: 'Don't think too much of yourself!'

    ike: 'Tomorrow after school in the park?'

    My heart skipped a beat or two. I didn't want to be gay, but Mike had
an effect on me that I couldn't resist.

    Mike: 'No, not this time.'

    Me: 'What's on your mind?'

    Mike: 'More about that tomorrow. Bye.'

    Mike didn't text anymore, leaving me to wonder about his
mysteriousness. At my old school, there was Lisa, a girl I thought I had a
crush on. I would have done anything to get close to her. Now I compared
Mike and Lisa and Lisa seemed incredibly distant, even pointless.

    I jerked off with one of the videos. It was a young boy with an
unimaginably big cock. It was pretty damn cool. The hard cock suddenly
started to be extremely interesting in my opinion. In my mind, I thought
about what it would be like to suck a big cock like that. Certainly great,
I came to that conclusion. I had kissed Mike, and we had jerked off each
other. Was Mike gay? It felt weird because at least I wasn't gay.

    The school day passed in a sort of mist. I was so distracted. In my old
school and in the old city, I wasn't that sexually active at all, but now I
felt like nothing else interested me. I did my homework, and I don't really
even know what it was about. I ran to the park. I didn't have a ball, I
just had a t-shirt and some pretty baggy sports shorts, the kind with a
rubber band and a drawstring. Sneakers of course, but no socks. I didn't
have time to think about dressing up, I just wanted to see Mike as soon as
possible.

    Mike was sitting on a swing in the park, there was a free seat next to
it. He waved his hand from afar when he saw me coming. He was wearing a
blue Mets cap. Smoothly, his hair flowed from behind the ears to the
neck. The weather was hot and he had no shirt on, just shorts and
sandals. He looked tanned. His stomach was flat and it looked like his
pectoral muscles were clearly visible. I felt stupid, I thought I had a
baby body.

    I took a seat next to Mike. We briefly shared the usual formalities. I
looked at him, trying to do it discreetly. If Lisa had ever looked good,
then Mike looked even better. I didn't want to start talking about what
happened in the treehouse.

    "No ball?" Mike asked.

    "Neither do you, and I guess we didn't talk about taking one" I
answered.

    Mike looked me straight in the eye. He said nothing, just watched, at
least for a minute. I tried to participate in that staring contest, but at
some point I shifted my gaze elsewhere. Mike turned in his swing and put
his hand on my knee.

    "You know, Hanky. You are quite a special case." He said.


    "How so?" I asked.

    "You wouldn't understand if I told you."

    "Try me."

    "Cute boys, aren't they?" The girl was really flirtatious and
confident.

    "Very cute." Answered the brunette with a really narrow waist and
perky-looking breasts under a tight top.

    "You like Hanky? Mike asked the girls.

    "Perhaps. It depends on you. Are you going to the beach?" The brunette
asked.

    "We might go and might not..." Mike replied.

    The conversation was interrupted when two really good-looking girls in
small tops and tight shorts came to talk to us. They stopped in front of us
and the blonde looked at the brunette.

    "Let's go." The blonde said with laughing eyes.

    "What if Hanky wants to come with me?" Mike continued.

    "Haha, bad joke." The brunette laughed.

    I found the girls, in all their beauty, to be mostly irritating. Mike
and I were in the middle of talking.

    "If Mike wants to come with me, I'll come with Mike. I told the girls.

    "Ok, I guess we'll see you there." Brunette said, and they started to
continue on their way.

    "Damn good-looking chicks!" Mike said. "And then you're saying you'd
rather stay here with me than take a chance on such a treat?"

    "Well. So I did."

    "And of these options..?" Mike asked.

"I chose the most interesting one."

    Mike asked if we could go to his place. He didn't live far, right by
the park. We didn't really say anything while we walked. The situation was
somewhat tense, but by no means negative. He lived in an apartment
building, an apartment that I think was furnished a bit old-fashioned. No
one was home when we went there. Mike's backpack had been thrown under the
coat rack, it seemed that he wasn't interested in his homework.

    "Aren't any others here?" I asked.

    "It hasn't been in a while." Mike answered and put the plate and glass
on the counter in the kitchen, tidying up places.

    "What do you mean?"

    "I live with my grandma. She has been in the hospital for a week. She
might end up in a nursing home, and after that, I don't know what I'll
do. I'm only 13 after all."

    "What about your parents?"

    "I don't know anything about them. They were using drugs. My
grandmother took me when I was six."

    "Sounds so sad." I worried.

    "Not at all. I'm sure that I've been able to live more freely than in
an ordinary family."

I thought that must be true.

    We went to Mike's room. He didn't bother to close the door. Mike sat at
his desk and opened the computer. I sat on the bed and tried to be as
relaxed as I could be. I was excited, although I didn't even know why. Mike
was browsing some quite ordinary pages on the computer, but they didn't
particularly interest me. I rolled onto my stomach on the bed and started
scrolling through my phone.

    Things went like this for a while, but then Mike sat on the end of the
bed. He squeezed my calves and asked if I felt good. I answered that I was
okay. Then he moved to lay next to me and stroked my short hair and
whispered in my ear:

    "Could I ask for a little kiss??"

    I said nothing, I just nodded my head. Mike leaned closer and kissed my
cheek. He placed dozens of small kisses on my cheek until he moved on to
kiss my neck. Chills ran through my body as he kissed the back of my
neck. He bit me gently and licked me. He sat behind me on his knees and
lifted my shirt higher. I could feel his wet kisses and hot breath on my
back. There was only a smacking sound as he descended lower.

    He kissed my hip over the waistband of my shorts. Then he put his hand
under my stomach. He moved his hand over it for a moment, and I raised
myself a little so that he could do it. I felt nothing negative about what
was happening. After a while, he lowered his hand and pulled the waist
string open, and slipped his fingers under the waistband.

    I had no idea what he was up to, but I let everything happen. He
quietly started to pull my shorts down, and since I had no underwear on, I
knew my bare bottom would be exposed. I still didn't want to put up any
kind of resistance. It was terribly exciting.

    Mike pulled my shorts all the way down to my ankles. I was lying in his
bed with my bare ass. He began to kiss my back again and with small kisses,
he moved lower and lower. After a while, he was down enough to kiss my
bottom. He gave dozens of kisses, first to one butt cheek, and then to the
other. I didn't resist and that clearly encouraged him.

    Finally, he started to move his kisses all the time towards the furrow
of my butt. He got closer and closer until I felt his chin between my
buttocks. He turned his head a little, and I felt a strange sensation in my
lower end.

    Something I hadn't felt before, something new. I heard a sound that
resembled a kiss, but I felt it in my asshole. It took me a while to figure
out what was going on until I realized that Mike was licking my ass. His
hot tongue moved wetly up and down around my bunghole and finally, he
started pushing it inside me. I was happy that I had just taken a shower.

TO BE CONTINUED

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