The Tree House - 2 (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
Chapter 2
When I awoke in the morning Mike and I were still wrapped in each other's arms. I'd never slept like that with anyone before and it had felt fantastic - I knew that I wanted to do it again, and often. The only problem was that I had to pee something awful, the old chamber pot that I kept in the tree house for such emergencies was up one level so I was going to have to release Mike, put on some pants [just in case anyone could see me] and climb up there.
Mike awoke as I pulled my arm out from under him. "What's the matter?" he asked.
"No problem, I just need to piss and the emergency pot is upstairs."
"Oh, well, I think I need to use it too, can you bring it down here?"
"I guess so, it is empty and if we're going to sleep down here very often there is no reason for it to be up there."
"Why are you getting dressed?"
"Someone might see me climbing up and I don't know how I would explain my being naked."
Mike laughed. "You could always just say that they were seeing things, after all, you pajama pants are tan."
He was right, but I was still worried.
"I dare you to go up and get that pot in the nude," he finally said with an impish glimmer in his eye.
I thought about it for a moment, and then asked, "And what do I get for taking your dare?"
He thought for a bit, "Okay, if you do it I'll let you tie me up like the guys in those magazines, and I'll suck your cock again while I'm tied up."
Thinking about those tied up guys in the magazines already turned me on a bit and the thought of having Mike tied up like that was even hotter.
"But what if someone does see me?"
"Don't worry, I'll back up your story about you wearing your pajama bottoms, no one will be able to see you up here all that well."
It sounded like I couldn't lose, and the thought of tying Mike up just kept growing in my mind and my boy-cock was already starting to grow even harder than it had been just from needing to pee.
"Okay, I'll do it, and then after we pee you're going to be tied up real good." Now it was my turn to have a mischievous glimmer in my eyes.
I'd never done anything like climbing up and down the tree in the nude before and I really was worried that someone, particularly Mom or Dad, would happen to look up here just as I came into view completely naked. But it didn't happen and a couple of minutes later I was back with the chamber pot and we both took a very healthy pee.
"I brought it down from up there, you're going to have to take it on down to the ground later and clean it."
Mike nodded his agreement. Next he reached into the bag of things he had brought with him and pulled out several pieces of cotton clothesline.
"Here, you can use these to tie me up."
I looked at the ropes and for a moment wondered just why he had brought them with him. Then I asked, straight out, "Have you been tied up like that before?"
Mike smiled, "Yeah, several times. One of my friends in my old school liked to tie me up; he used these ropes and gave them to me as a sort of going away present when we moved. He said he didn't think he would have anyone else to use them on for a while at least."
"Was he the one you had sex with?"
"No, unfortunately I was always fully dressed when we did things. I did try to get him to strip me a couple of times but he kept saying that sort of thing was 'queer' and he didn't want to do it. The guy I had sex with wasn't into tying me up or getting tied up himself, too bad as he was really good looking."
I looked over at Mike, his cock was sticking straight out in front of him, and he was ready to go. I picked up the magazine we had been looking at the night before and checked out a couple of the drawings, just to make sure I knew just what I wanted to do with him.
"Okay, turn around and put your hands behind your back," I said in as commanding a voice as I was able to muster."
Mike did as he was told and I took one of the shorter pieces of rope and began to tie his wrists together. "Is that too tight?" I asked after I tied the first couple of knots.
"You want it to be tight, otherwise I might be able to get loose and then I would get to tie you up," he replied.
I hadn't thought about what would happen if he did manage to get free, but the thought of being tied up myself was becoming more and more of a turn-on to me as well.
"Okay," I said as I wrapped a couple more turns of rope around his wrists.
Next I put him down on the bed on his stomach and tied his ankles together in much the same fashion as his wrists. Then, looking again at the magazine I pulled his ankles up toward his wrists and tied them there so that he was 'hog-tied'. Mike looked extremely hot lying there on his stomach, completely helpless. Remembering what he had said about sucking my cock I sat down just above his head lifted his head and scooted down until my cock was directly under his mouth and then lowered his head back down.
"Open wide now," I said, "you have a date with this cock."
My helpless friend stopped struggling against the ropes that bound him and opened his mouth, taking my rigid cock completely inside. He began running his warm moist tongue up and down the bottom of my member, producing sensations I had never felt before, sensations the likes of which were beginning to send shivers though my entire body. After a couple of minutes he opened his mouth a bit more and sucked my little nut sac in to join my boner. That was almost more than I could stand. I fell back on the mattress, moaning and groaning, my hands both holding onto his head as he released his hold on my balls and began moving his lips up and down my cock-shaft.
I felt like my cock was connected directly to my brain. I knew that I was in heaven and I didn't want it to ever stop. Mike continued to work on my cock, running his tongue over its entire length and even trying to fuck it into the piss slit at the tip. I had closed my eyes and lying there, my entire being centered on what Mike was doing in my crotch. I didn't even notice at first when a hand suddenly started pinching the little nubbins of my nipples.
Suddenly I realized that I was getting sensations in more places than Mike was able to do tied up like he was. My eyes snapped open and my cock started to wilt, only when I looked I saw that it was still just Mike and I in the room, only he had managed to work his hands free from how I had tied them and now was using them to make the fantastic sensations I was feeling even more intense.
I wanted to ask him how he had managed to get free so quickly, but as I was on the verge of an orgasm my mind wasn't really working all that well. I felt myself spasming, this time I even felt a sensation I had never felt before, sort of like I was peeing and yet a lot more intense and pleasurable. It didn't last very long, but when it was over I fell limp on the mattress, completely spent, unable to even form the words for the questions I wanted to ask.
Mike pulled himself up from my crotch and while I was trying to regain my composure he untied his ankles and sat up beside me.
"You came," he said licking his lips. "Just a little bit, but still you came. You didn't do that last night."
"I've never done that before, ever, honest," I protested, "I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry, it was fantastic, and you tasted wonderful."
I just nodded, still trying to regain my composure a little bit.
"If that was the first time you've done that then I'm very lucky to be the one who got that cum. It is something very special."
"Have you ever done that?" I asked.
"Not so far, but I hope I will be doing it very soon, after all, I am older than you." He smiled.
"Yeah, by a few weeks."
"Remember, we agreed that if I could get free I would get to tie you up," he reminded me.
"I remember, and I'm looking forward to it, only can we wait until later, I don't think I'm ready right now after that last session."
"No problem. And I'll even show you what you did wrong and why I was able to get free so easily when I tie you up, okay?"
"Okay," I replied.
At that moment I heard my mother calling me, "Benjamin, come on down here, it is time for breakfast, are you going to sleep all day?"
I looked over at Mike, "Do something all day, maybe, but not sleep," I said to him.
"Go on to breakfast, I'll clean out the chamber pot before I go in to have mine. We can meet again later up here, okay?"
I nodded my agreement, patted Mike once on the cock, pulled on my pajama pants and hurried down to where my mother was standing in the kitchen door.
"Go up to your room and get dressed, breakfast is almost ready and your father had to leave for work. After you eat you have your chores to do young man before you play any more with your new friend."
As I headed upstairs I heard her asking Dad, "What is it that those boys are doing up in the tree house?"
"Reading comics, talking and sleeping, I imagine," Dad replied.
This was my day to help with the dishes and then the garden needed to be weeded, some of the vegetables had to be picked, the walks needed to be swept and several other things like that which took up almost all of the morning. I saw Mike a couple of times in the next yard - he appeared to have a couple of chores to do as well, only I saw him climb up into the tree house a good hour before I was able to get away.
Finally I was finished. It was already almost lunchtime. Mom called me into the kitchen and gave me a picnic basket, "There's enough food in here to feed at least half a dozen growing boys so I rather suspect it will be enough for the two of you. I don't know what you are doing up there, but as long as it isn't anything that will get you into trouble I guess it's okay. Your Dad said he had a surprise of some kind for you tonight so when you hear him pull into the driveway I would suggest that you get down here."
I nodded my agreement, took the basket and headed off to join Mike in the tree house.
The main room was empty so I put the picnic basket on the table and headed up to the room where we had slept last night. Again, there was no one there, but the chamber pot was sitting nice and clean in the corner, Mike had done what he said he would do.
I climbed up again to the smaller sleeping room, that's where I found Mike. He was lying on the small mattress, stark naked, with his arms and legs spread out to the four corners of the mattress and locked into that position with chains and locks on his ankles and real police style handcuffs on his wrists. All of them were locked to eyebolts that he had screwed into the floor.
"Don't worry each of those bolts is screwed into one of the support beams and they won't pull out. Also, there is no way that I can release myself from this without the keys and the keys are over on the knob of the cupboard by the door."
I was in a bit of a state of shock, this was the very last thing I had expect to find when I came up here, don't get me wrong, I wasn't unhappy, just shocked.
"Well, don't just stand there," he said, "take off your clothes and fuck my face. You won't get a chance like this every day." He smiled.
I completely forgot about the lunch my mother had packed and started pulling off my clothes. When I was totally nude I followed Mike's directions, straddled his body and brought my now erect cock up to his lips.
Mike opened his mouth and sucked just the tip of my cock inside. He worked his tongue around and around, slowly teasing it and then rubbing his tongue up and down over the slip at the very tip. After a couple of minutes he sucked a bit more of my rigid tool inside, working on the rigid shaft in much the same fashion he had done with the tip.
I pressed forward a bit and in moments the entire length of my boy-cock disappeared into his warm and moist oral cavity as the helpless boy beneath me sucked harder and harder, as if trying to suck my entire being out through my prick. The feelings were fantastic; once again I was in heaven.
I reached behind me to find his cock was just as hard as mine. I tried to jack him off at the same time that he was sucking me.
"Please don't do that," he said. "I want to save myself for later when I have you tied up."
I released his cock and thought about that for a moment. I was a bit scared, but at the same time turned on even more than before.
"Pinch my nipples like I did for you," he said.
I brought my hands down to his nipples; they were both standing hard and strong like a couple of miniature cocks. I pinched and rubbed them as he moaned through the cock in his mouth. I felt myself gathering steam and knew that it was not going to be long now before I blew another orgasm - my biggest question was if it was going to be dry or was I going to be able to shoot another small load of cum this soon after my last effort.
It didn't take much longer for me to find out - my balls pulled up tight against my scrotum and once again it felt like I was starting to pee except that it felt a whole lot better than that. Mike sucked harder than ever on my prick and my load of boy cream shot directly into his sucking mouth.
Mike swallowed down the jism as quickly as I pumped it out, his entire body seemed to be quivering as he reacted to my second full orgasm of the day. As my orgasm subsided I fell limp against Mike's bound body.
"Kiss me, on the lips," he said.
Without even thinking about it I did as he asked and he stuck his cum coated tongue into my mouth. My first taste of the salty and sweet hooked me for life. After tasting my own jism I was really ready to taste Mike's.
After a few minutes I asked, "Do you want me to release you? My mother made us a lunch, it's down on the table."
"Okay," he replied.
I unlocked all of his fetters and helped him get dressed. We put all of the chains, locks and cuffs into the cloth bag he had brought them in and hid it away in the back of a cupboard. Then we headed down to see just what my mother had fixed for lunch.
To be continued...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Many thanks to those who have written telling me how much they liked the first part of this story. This chapter had more bondage in it and so will most of the rest of them. Again, if you like what I have written please let me know, if you didn't you can tell me that as well. Constructive criticism is appreciated; flames will be ignored [as they should be]. If you have any suggestions about what Mike and Ben might be doing this summer [and for several more if I have the time to write all of it] let me know that as well.
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