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In the treehouse

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 08 May 1999 0 comments
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In the treehouse by This is a completely true story that happened in the summer of 1990. I was 10 years old and I had a very good friend named Matt who was also 10. So anyways we would always go out on "hiking trips" to the woods behind our houses, and stuff like that. This particular summer we decided to borrow a few boards from the lot near my house and build a clubhouse. So for nearly a week we went back and forth from the lot and my fathers tool chest, gathering the supplies for the clubhouse and slowly putting it together. By the time it was done we were exhausted and went inside. Having already stolen lawn chairs from our backyards we sat down and drank some lemonade. We just sat there for a while, talking about how cool the whole thing was going to be once we invited more friends over. Anyways we were both quiet for a while and I noticed him looking at my crotch. He kinda smiled and said out of the blue, "Hey man, I can see your balls!" I quickly covered up, since I had never been much of an exhibitionist. I was suprised at his observation but at the same time intrigued. I told him, "You would be looking." A smile came to his face as he said, "I wouldn`t mind if you looked at me." I quickly responded, "Yeah right." Well that shut him up for a while and finally I said, "Ill be right back, I`m going to go put some underwear on." So I left him there and went back to my house to put on a pair of briefs. I had never had a sexual-related erection and I didnt now either. Unsuspecting anything of my best friend I went back outside and into the clubhouse. I sat down and finished my lemonade. He then asked me, "How long is your dick?" I told him that I had never checked, then I asked him how long his was. He said, "Oh, it`s about 5 inches long when its hard." I did know what he was talking about but I had no idea where the conversation was going. He then asked me, "Do you want to see it?" I said, "Sure." Well, he then proceeded to take down his pants and his underwear, revealing a 3" hard little prick. He then asked me to let him see mine. I said that I didnt want to show it to him. He then said, "Come on, I showed you mine." He had a point there, so I took down my shorts and underwear, but tried to cover my hardening 3" dick under my shirt. He tried to take the shirt up but I refused. A little more persistence and he convinced me to show the whole thing to him. So there we were, two ten year old pre-pubescent boys stnding in front of each other half naked with their pricks at attention, when suddenly he reached over and squeezed the head of my dick. I pulled back and told him not to touch me. He then proceeded to explain to me that guys supposedly touch themselves all the time, and that it makes them feel good. I of course was so embarassed that all I wanted to do was get my shorts and leave. He asked me to touch him once and I hesitated briefly, but I slowly reached over and grabbed the length of his shaft. He told me to pump it back and forth and I did. This went on for about five minutes and then he told me to stop. He then grabbed my dick and did the same to me. I guess I laid my head back and tried to enjoy it as much as he had, when I felt something wet and warm on my dick. I looked down and there was Matt slurping away, violently. I almost yelled, "What the hell are you doing!?" But instead i whispered it. "Does it feel good?" he asked. I said yes. I was really freaked out because I had never even tried such things on myself, and I had never talked about sex or anything like this with Matt. But since it felt so good I just let him go on. He seemed to be enjoying it too. I then felt a wicked urge to pee. I told him that and he just went on. I said it again and this time he looked up and said, "Youre going to cum man, just wait!" He went back and a few sucks later I felt the wonder that was my first orgasm. As for Matt, he just kept on sucking. But a minute later I guess he got tired and stopped. He said it was my turn to do the same thing to him. Now this I definitely refused. I just said, "Maybe some other time." I never did do that favor for him, but every once in a while he brought the subject back up and we ended up masturbating each other until we were both about 14, for some reason I was the first to get a girlfriend. No matter how bad it may have seemed to me at the beginning, I thank him very much now for teaching me to jack-off, a skill that came in handy on those long baths and long nights.