Date: Thu, 20 Jul 2023 14:11:56 -0400 From: Lee Wilson Subject: Our Secret Tree Fort - Chapter 1 This story is an original work of gay fiction. None of the people or events are real. While some of the town names used may be real, any other geographic references (school, events) are purely fictional. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is completely coincidental. This story depicts sexual situations between minor males. If reading this is illegal where you reside, or you are not at least 18 years of age, you are reading at your own risk. This work is the property of the author, Lee R Wilson, and shall not be reproduced and/or re-posted without his permission. Story ©2023 Lee R Wilson. If you enjoy this or the other stories here, why not donate to keep the fun alive? Donate here: https://donate.nifty.org/ Our Secret Tree Fort CHAPTER 1 - Introducing the Players and Environment Hey there. I'm Stu Canna. My friends call me Soup. The reason for that is my 4th grade teacher, Ms. Rollins, called role on the first day using Last Name, First Name. Not a big deal for my friends, for example Adams, Jonathan or Boston, Albert. Unfortunately, my given name is indeed Stu, not Stuart, so I was called out as Canna, Stu. Needless to say, there were chuckles. Nobody was afraid to laugh at the little new kid. I had just moved to Lincoln Park early in the summer. Jon said "Hi Soup" and it stuck. Unfortunately, later one of the other kids, a dickhead who shall remain nameless for the time being, said I was Dinty Moore, and calls me Dinky. The reason for that will become obvious shortly. He plays a bigger role in my torment later. I don't want to blemish my introduction with his name. I might just call him dickhead throughout. We'll see. I was born with an endocrine disorder. I'm generally healthy, but I grow at a slower rate than normal. My parents held me out of kindergarten an extra year. I had just turned 5 and I looked more like an almost 4-year-old. So when I hit kindergarten when I was six, I at least was almost the same size as my classmates. Still one of the smallest, but not the smallest. That would change the next year and remain the case the rest of my life, so far. My doctor doesn't expect anything to change in that regard. I'm 15 now, but the time I'll really start my story with is when I was almost 12 and going into 6th grade. At that time I looked more like an 8 year-old. So in 4th grade, at 10, I could easily have passed for a small 7. Beneficial at restaurants that charged less for younger children, but otherwise, a royal pain in the ass. And being a literal pain in the ass will come later in my story too. A hint ahead of time, I was picked on for my size since day one of 4th grade. The onset of puberty for my classmates, generally a year or a little younger, turned my life into a living hell. At least until I decided to like it. Again, more on that later. Anyway, now you know why the aforementioned dickhead calls me Dinky. I'll talk about the rest of the story as if it's happening in real time. Just remember until I get to the point where I'm 15 it was all really in the past. Sixth grade is another new school for me. The elementary schools here are K-5, middle school is 6-8, and high school 9-12. There will be roughly 3 times the number of kids in my grade, so therefore 3 times the number of chances more dickheads will be around. Except for the first dickhead, people, especially my friends, accept me as I am. I'm obviously not as good at sports and other physical activities as they are, but I still join in when I can. I have a number of younger friends who live close by, so physical play is generally covered with them. At 12, my 11 year-old classmates' idea of physical play sometimes includes sexual curiosity. That's another major difference in me. My body grows a little slower in general. My dick grows a lot slower. My current maturity level, size-wise, at 12, is somewhere akin to a 6-year-old's. My doctor says I'll never catch up there either. When I'm full grown at 20 or 21, my dick will probably look like a 10 year-old's. Basically as an adult I'll look like a 14 or 15 year-old with a 10-year-old's dick. Fun, huh? Wanna trade your life for mine? No? Didn't think so. The dickhead has never seen my dick. I'd prefer to keep it that way forever. Hopefully he won't be in my gym class this year. I can just imagine having to be in the showers with him. Really, I'll trade lives with just about anybody. Still no takers? There's a fuckin' surprise. I mentioned Jon and Al before. My other closest friends are Bill Granby and Eriq LeClerc. All four of them are 11. I'd consider Eriq my best friend, probably because he's the smallest of the four. They pick on me sometimes, but theirs is done jokingly. Jon is the largest of the group. He's about 5 feet, probably close to 100 pounds. He has wavy but not really curly dark brown hair, brown eyes and very pale skin. Al and Bill are both about average for their age, 4 feet 8 or 9 inches, roughly around 80 pounds. Al has black, very curly hair, also brown eyes. He's black, not that it matters to us, I just felt it worth mentioning now. (It'll be a little more important later). Bill has light brown hair and hazel eyes, I guess you'd say average skin tone. Finally, Eriq is around 4 foot 6, 70 pounds or so. He's got straight blond hair and blue eyes, paler than average but not so much as Jon. Me, as I've I mentioned, am smaller than all of them, 4 foot 3, 58 pounds. I've also got straight blond hair and blue eyes, but with my Italian heritage, light olive skin. The girls in our grade all think I'm cute and want to take care of me. I'm not all that interested in spending time around girls, definitely prefer being around my friends, but don't mind the attention. It's actually one thing that other kids are jealous of me about, so I do try to take advantage of it at times. I take the benefits where I can get them. There aren't many. One of those benefits is that a couple girls in my class are already boy crazy so I've kissed three of them. Obviously not a lover's kiss, no tongues, but a couple seconds on the lips. Like I said, a lot of guys are jealous of me. Personally I can take it or leave it. At this point in time I'd rather kiss Eriq. I haven't yet. Following up on anything like that will get me picked on even more, so I keep those feelings to myself. I think Eriq might feel the same way, but it's not worth the risk to find out for sure. So when I play with my inch and a half boner most of the time I'm thinking of him. My dick may be smaller, but otherwise, it acts like a normal 12 year-old's. It gets hard when the wind blows, when Eriq is standing close to me, and other times for God knows why. I squirt a little clear cum too. None of those other times it got hard were when I was kissed by a girl. So don't tell anyone, but I'm probably gay. All the guys live probably within a half mile of each other. No more than 5 minutes by bike. Fortunately I'm pretty much in the middle so don't have a long trip to get to any of their houses. My legs and bike being smaller, shorter distances are better. Our neighborhood at large is bordered on two sides by a large forest. Like most 11 and 12 year olds, climbing trees is a favorite pastime. There's one in particular that we like to go to. It's pretty deep in the woods, easy to climb and has four separate trunks. The insides of these trunks are all pretty bare of branches so it's been our intent to build a tree fort in it. Bill's father is in construction and Bill asked him if he could bring home spare pieces of wood. We have two-by-fours, plywood, and even drywall scraps stored in Bill's garage. Lots of time a job has left over nails and screws, so we have a lot of them as well. Once we got enough, we started building. Bill's yard borders the woods, so it will be easier to get the supplies to the tree, although it will be quite a distance. We're going that way because walking along the streets with a lot of wood and things might raise a few eyebrows, not to mention curious followers. We want this tree fort to be ours and ours alone. Bill has picked up a lot of carpentry hints from his dad. Jon, being a little larger than the rest of us does most of the heavy work. I can get up and down the tree quicker than any of us, so I'm pretty much the runner. It's still three weeks before school starts and we've got a floor and two walls up. We're hoping to make it two floors. At the current floor level, it's kind of small. We have wood pieces nailed to a couple trunks as ladders, and even though the floor is about 8 feet off the ground, it's only about 4 feet by 6 feet. Big enough for us to sit in. We're building the walls a little more than 6 feet high, so at this point, we can all stand or sit comfortably. The second floor will be about 7 by 10 and the roof a little larger. The trunks spread out more lower and straighten out a little after where the second floor will be. Lots of times we have to measure what size pieces we need and get Bill's dad to cut them for us. He's not trusting enough with his power tools. Not that we'd steal them, he doesn't want us to get hurt. Rightly so. Hammers, nails, screws, and screwdrivers, we're good with. Mr. Granby's and Mr. Boston's battery powered screwdrivers go back and forth with us. A couple hammers and screwdrivers stay near the tree in a small toolbox we hide underground. We have a hole dug for it and a piece of wood with sticks and leaves glued to it. It's hidden pretty well but we know exactly where it is. The underground storage space was my idea. The guys all jumped on it immediately. It helps not to have to carry everything out there every day, or at least the days it doesn't rain. Fortunately, it's been a pretty dry summer, so we get to work on it pretty much every day unless we're waiting for Mr. Granby to cut for us. Today we're working on the third wall. We're leaving the door for the last wall. Who needs a door with a wide open area to walk through, right? Most of the two-by-fours are shorter than we really need, so there's a lot of sistering going on. That's when two boards are screwed together, mostly to make things sturdier, but for our purposes, we can take 2 four foot pieces, screw them together and stretch the entire distance between two trunks. On a long side, like we're working on today, we screw three together. We're also leaving a space for a window on both long sides. The first one already has another piece of plywood on hinges so it can be closed up completely with a pair of hook and eye sets to keep it closed. We put up a couple horizontal boards since our plywood isn't too big either, then vertical boards between them to support the walls. It's helpful to have a budding carpenter on the crew. We're not going to have to worry about it falling apart. Hopefully. We are just kids. We're probably making a few mistakes. But we try to make sure everything will remain standing before we move on to the next area. It's Monday and we're hoping to have the whole first floor framed out and plywood up for the walls, 2 windows and a door, all complete by the end of the week. We got the floor done two weeks ago and did two walls last week, so we're pretty sure we'll finish the first floor this week. It's Friday now. All four walls are up, no drywall yet, but aside from that and the ceiling/second floor, we've got a completely enclosed first floor. It's a good thing because Bill and Jon's families are both leaving for vacation tomorrow so they won't be around to do anything. We just finished bringing out a bunch of drywall and a tarp. Al, Eriq and I will work on putting that up while they're gone, and with any luck, get the ceiling framed out. My dad has a battery powered screwdriver he's going to let us use, as long as it comes back at the end of every day. So with that and Al's dad's, we should be able to make pretty good progress. At the end of the day, we're all real happy with the way it's coming along. Unfortunately, it's raining lightly on Saturday so the three of us just hang out at Eriq's house playing video games. It's clear again on Sunday. Al's family spends most of the day on Sundays at church, so it'll just be Eriq and me working today. It's actually the first time we're going to be alone out there. I'm thinking of taking the chance and seeing if he wants to play together. There have been a couple times the five of us have used the tree fort to jerk off. Jon stole a couple of his older brother's dirty magazines. We keep them in the bottom of the toolbox. A Playboy and a Hustler. I like the Hustler better because it has naked men in it too, but I pretend it's the girls that turn me on. I don't know if there will be any touching, but just jerking off alone with Eriq is something I've hoped could happen for a while. We're walking out to the tree together. This is one time where I'm glad my dick is small. He can't really see that I've got a raging hard-on. Well, relatively so. We start screwing drywall onto the small wall without the door. It goes pretty well and after an hour, we're about halfway done. We'd brought a small cooler bag and a few sodas and snacks so we wouldn't have to go back and forth to my house, which is actually the closest to the tree. "I'm thirsty Stu, let's take a break." "Yeah, I'm ready to stop. Screwing the drywall on is a lot harder than I thought it would be, but I think we made pretty good progress." "Me too." We sit and have a couple Slim Jims and a soda. "Um, can I ask you something Stu and you not tell the rest of the guys?" "Sure, you know you can ask me anything." "Yeah, but this anything is, um, kinda personal." "Sure. I'm OK with personal. Unless you're going to ask me what hand I wipe my ass with. That's over the line." We both laugh about that. That seemed to break the ice a little, Eriq doesn't seem as nervous as a minute ago. "No, I don't want to talk about your ass. Um, it's actually the other side." "Um, O... K... Go ahead, but if I don't want to answer, is that alright?" "I think you'll answer. I guess it's pretty likely the answer will be no, but I want to ask anyway." "OK. Shoot." I'm really curious at this point. The other side from my ass would be my dick. Am I going to have one of my fantasies come true? "You know how sometimes we all jerk off together? (I nod). Well, I was wondering, um, if maybe, um, you'd want to do it with just me?" I have to hesitate a little, not wanting to seem too anxious, just in case. "I guess. It's not a whole lot different than if it was all of us." "Yeah, um. But I, uh, want to do it together, but, uh, to each other." I say hopefully with a tone of curiosity, "jerk each other off, you mean?" "Yeah. You can say no if you don't want to. No harm, no foul. It won't affect our friendship. I just want to know what it feels like to do it to someone else and have them do it to me too. You're the only one I trust to not freak out about it, even if you don't want to." "To be honest Eriq. I want to, and I have wanted to do it with you too, but was afraid to bring it up." "Really?" "Yeah. When we've done it in the group, I kind of watch you more than looking at the magazines." "Me too. Wow, this is so cool. So, can we do it now?" I answer him by 'locking' the door, then starting to take my clothes off. We're in the middle of the woods, surrounded completely except from above. I get my shirt off and he starts undressing too. We continue in silence. When we're both naked, we spend a few moments just staring at each other's dick. "Don't take this the wrong way. You're small, but I really like the way your dick looks." "I like yours too Eriq." With that we put a couple carpet remnants together and sit side-by-side. He reaches for my dick, which is as hard as I think it's ever been. As soon as he has a finger and thumb on it, I shudder, thrilled by his touch. I reach out for his and see him shudder as well. I feel like I'm going to cum any second, so I start rubbing on his dick. He hesitates just a second and starts rubbing me too. After about a minute, I can tell he's getting close to having an orgasm. He tenses and starts shaking, but still jerking me. That's enough to send me into ecstasy and I vibrate and shoot a few drops out onto his hand. He still cums dry, but it didn't look like it was any less intense than mine. He looks at me, raising his hand to his mouth. He licks a little of my cum off his hand and then lifts it to my mouth. I've tasted my cum before, I mean what boy hasn't once he starts shooting, right? I lick his hand, cleaning it of the rest of my cum. Like I said, it was just a few drops, but we both got a taste. He kind of looks embarrassed. "Oh. I shouldn't have done that, licking it off." "It's cool. I licked your hand too. That was awesome. It's so much different than doing it yourself. I know I came faster than I usually do." "Me too. It was pretty nice. Thanks for letting me try that." "You're welcome. Like they say, any time." "You'll do it again with me?" "Definitely. We just need to be cool around the other guys Eriq. I don't think they'll understand." "Yeah, you got that right." We heard some rustling outside, so we quickly threw our clothes back on. It's so quiet out here you can usually hear someone coming before they're too close unless they're trying to sneak up on you. Al can't be sure we're here, so he yells from still a distance away. "Hey, anybody there?" "Yeah. Eriq and me have been putting up some drywall, we were just taking a break." Eriq whispers to me, "I want to ask you something else, but I'll call you later." I nod, then unlock the door so Al doesn't question why we had it locked. We're dressed and sitting back down, drinking soda when he opens it. "How long you guys been out here? Looks like you made pretty good progress." "A little over an hour I guess. Church end early?" "Yeah Eriq, the minister had some volunteer mission or something to do this afternoon. I changed and headed out after calling your house Soup. Your mom said you went to climb trees with Eriq. I figured you'd be here. I was right." He brought a bottle of soda and a snack for himself. He put the soda into the cooler bag and sat down. Eriq and I had moved away from each other a little as well. Trying to keep up appearances. "So, should we screw some more?" Eriq and I laughed. "No Al, we're not screwing with you." I wonder if somewhere along the line Eriq and I will be screwing each other though. "That's not what I meant dipshit. Your dick is tiny, but I prefer innies, not outies." "Screwing drywall it is." Later, when Eriq calls to ask his question I'm surprised into another boner. He asks if maybe next time we 'play together' we can try kissing. I'll let you guess what my answer is. Next up - "Second Floor, Second Touches, and School" Author's Note Feel free to drop me a line if you haven't already. I appreciate the comments, good or bad. 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