Date: Fri, 10 May 2002 14:09:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Make Nice <makenice_1999@yahoo.com>
Subject: Summer in the Tree Fort 1

This is a true story.

It was one of those lingering Summer evenings in
Southern California when it stays light till 9pm or so
and the sun was finally beginning to set. I was 12
years old and killing time in the backyard treehouse
with my best friend and next-door neighbor, who I'll
call Peter, although that isn't his real name. Peter
was a year younger than me.

Our parents frequently let us have sleepovers on
Friday nights when there was no school the next day
and Peter was to stay at my house that evening. My
parents had gone out on their usual Friday night
`date', so we didn't have to worry about them
constantly monitoring our every move like they usually
did when they were home.

Peter and I thought it might be cool to see what it
would be like to get drunk since neither of us had
even done so before. Not knowing any better, I climbed
up in the kitchen cupboard where dad hid the hard
liquor he only drank on the rare social occasions when
we had dinner guests. I found a bottle of whiskey that
only had about 2 inches left in the bottom (what did I
know?) and about a third of a bottle of vodka. We had
stolen these up to our tree fort and, not knowing the
right amount to drink for our purpose, took turns
holding our nose and taking swigs.

Now Peter was my best friend and though I had never
really thought about him in a sexual way, I did admire
his smooth, tight body and sometimes wondered what it
might be like to touch him in a sexual way -- thoughts
all kids probably have but usually don't act on.

Well -- not too long after we started drinking, we were
feeling pretty good and very uninhibited. I could tell
Peter was feeling the same way because he was giggling
while pointing to the little pup tent his stiffening
dick was beginning to make in his Levis. He unbuttoned
his fly to relieve the pressure and lay back on the
wooden boards of the tree fort enjoying the warm
summer breeze.

He looked over at me and said, "I bet you don't have
the guts to touch it". Well, this was too good to be
true. "Oh yeah! I retorted, wanna bet"? I scooted
closer to him and slid my hand under the bottom of his
shirt, resting it on his warm flat stomach. Then I
moved my hand down. Past the top of his pants, under
the elastic waistband of his underwear... and wrapped my
fingers around that stiff, horny 11 year old cock. Wow
-- it was like silken electricity!

"Why don't you take it out" I asked him. He just
grinned at me and slid his pants and underwear down to
his knees in one practiced move. The view of his
naked, erect little penis combined with the warm Santa
Ana breeze and the effects of the alcohol were just
too much to bear. Holding his cock upright by its
base, I leaned over and slid it into my mouth. It was
the most wonderful feeling in the world; so warm, and
stiff, and moist -- all at the same time.

I heard him groan and knew he was enjoying the service
I was rendering. I began pumping my head up and down --
making his cock even wetter and gently cupping his
balls in my hand. I loved the nasty sucking sounds
emanating from the corners of my mouth when the seal
occasionally broke and some air escaped. I rolled my
tongue around the glans of his silky little penis head
and did everything I could think of to make us both
feel as nasty as possible, thoroughly enjoying this
first experience. We later termed our mutual sexual
activities "queering off" and would signal our desire
by saying something like "hey, ya wanna queer off"?

After a while, Peter's breathing grew shorter. He
arched his back and moaned loudly. I could feel his
penis twitching and jerking spasmodically and
repetitively in my mouth and knew he was having an
orgasm (even though we were both too young to
ejaculate at the time). It felt so powerful knowing I
could make someone feel that good.

Although we were both a little embarrassed the next
day, I never forgot that first experience. Peter and I
"queered off" many times after that, but I'll always
remember the ethereal feeling of that warm, drunk
summer breeze in our treehouse and the feel of Peter's
stiff, wet cock sliding in and out of my mouth.

As I said, this is a true story. That was many years
ago and I am married with my own kids now.
Occasionally, I will find a discrete, bi man who has
the shameless desire to suck another man's penis like
I do and we will culminate our desires with abandon. I
guess its true what they say about our early
experiences influencing our sexual preference as
adults. In any case, I'm glad I'm bisexual and
thoroughly enjoy my occasional liaisons with
like-minded men.

As the saying goes... it's ALL good!

If you enjoyed this story and want to hear more about
my liaisons with Peter, please email me at
makenice_1999@yahoo.com and let me know what you
think.