Date: Thu, 15 Dec 2011 06:59:45 -0500 From: RJ T10000 <rjt10000@gmail.com> Subject: The Tree House Part 3 (Standard Disclaimers apply, if you shouldn't read this then don't). Stories From The Tree House By Ryan Michaels Hi. I am Ryan Michaels, I am fourteen. I have written two parts of a story called "The Tree House", which my adult friend Mr. Towsend has posted for me on a web site that I should not go to to read stories that are similar in nature. Well once again the emails to Mr. Towsend from everyone are amazing. Thanks to the emails I now know the name of the site, Nifty.org I don't know if Mr. Towsend missed it in the email before he let me read it. After all he said I had to find the site on my own. Well I guess I had some help. Mr. Towsend said he had to go Home Depot which is on the other side of town, so I was using his computer and I went to the Nifty site. Man there a lot of stories up there. I had no idea. I did find my own stories under gay\young friends. It is cool to see your own writings along with so many others. I was going from story to story I found a few I liked and I pushed my jeans and underwear to my ankes. I jerked off reading stories, I heard the garage door open and I was excited to be caught by Mr. Towsend. I did shut down the nifty site though. I wasn't that excited to get caught by him, I had my eyes closed dreaming and jerking off, sitting in his chair. Mrs. Towsend walked into the offfice and caught me red handed. My pants around my ankles, and me pounding my 3 inch boner. "Ryan don't you have your own room to do that in". Gawd, I was horrified, not to mention beet red. "If your going to make a mess please clean it up, I need to check my emails and I don't want to sit in your mess". She turned around and went back to the kitchen. I was pulling my pants up as fast as I could to get out of there. I heard the inside garage door open and Mr. Towsend said hello to his wife. She said "Ron, your young friend is trying to make a mess in the office". Mr. Towsend walked into the office just as I got my pants up. I couldn't speak I was so scared. He opened the browser history log and saw where I had been, he opened the last story I was reading. Man was I busted. Mr. and Mrs. Towsend didn't get mad at me at all, or tell anyone. Mr. Towsend just turned on the parental controls so I can't get to the nifty site without his knowledge. Other thanks to Leo, Neville, Horace, Stuart, Bill and even Auto digit the english professor, who didn't rip my writing apart this time. Leo and Auto should hook up, I at least have Mr. Towsend to correct my work and spelling. He agreed that I can still post my stories through him, but I can not answer emails directly. He says you never know who the other person might be. He wants to protect me and I want his love and protection. I was asked to describe myself. I am small for my age. I am 4' 11", white, curly blond and brown hair, that is over my ears and down to my collar. I have hazel eyes and I weigh 85 pounds. I guess I would describe my self as average looking. As I said in the other stories I have no hair on my body. My dick is the size of Mr. Towsends thumb, 3 inches long when hard and cut when I was a baby. I am calling this 'Stories from the Tree House' as that is where I write the most. I plan on writing other short stories, not just about the tree house. Mr. Towsend said he will post them under the tree house name so others that want to read them can find them and know that the stories are from me. Merry Christmas Ryan ________________ Stories From the Tree House. Camping Out. Three boys in the freshman class are the practical jokers and the class clowns. Kevin McDonald, Kenny Willis and Willie Williams. Yep, William W Williams. He won't tell anyone what the W in the middle is for. Everyone just calls him 'Willie Willie' like the stupid song that they are always singing in the hallways. Even the teachers call him that. Kevin is the worst of the three as far as jokes go, he is always trying to pants someone in gym class, which is usually me, or goes out of his way to look up a girls dress. Spit ball fights in class, he even put superglue on Mr. Roberts chair during math class, and got in big trouble for it. Had to spend two weeks in detention hall for that stunt. Kevin even got dressed up in a dress and wig so he could sneak into the girls locker room to get a peek at the girls in the shower. Another two weeks in detention hall. I guess he doesn't have anything better to do than spend extra time at school. I know I do, I have my friends, I have the tree house and I have Mr. Towsend. Kenny is a friend but lives on the other side of town, I invited him to the tree house once a while ago, but I gave him a heads up about some of the rules and he passed. Kenny is always cracking jokes, most of them are funny. He is always trying to write new jokes, and I write stories so I guess that is why we get along. He likes my stories and he turns them into some wierd joke to tell of his own. At talent night Kenny did a stand up comic routine stealing from my ideas and stories and turning them into dirty jokes, not dirty enough to get in trouble at school or with the parents in the audiance, but close. Willie is just a cut up and does what ever Kevin can get him to do which is usually get into trouble. The three of them were talking about camping out in the mountains, with Kevin's older brother. They weren't talking about it they wouldn't shut up about it. Four macho men taking on the wilderness, roughing it in the woods and living off the land. Yeah right. Kevin, Kenny and Willie are 14 and freshmen just like me, and Larry McDonald is 17 and a senior. Oh the plans they cooked up, hike for miles into the mountains, cross over a raging river to conquer their quest and prove that they are real men and the rest of us freshmen are just a bunch of little boys and girls that can't stand up to their manhoods. Now I know that my manhood is still in boy stages but there isn't much I can do about it and I don't go bragging that I have a huge pile of hair and a big dick. I can't back it up and I don't think they can either. None of them will get undressed in the lockers or take showers. Gym shorts off, pants on. All they ever show is the tightie whities we all wear. Kenny asked me if I wanted to go camping with them since I write stories and can tell stories pretty well also. Kevin put a stop to it. "He doesn't even have hair around his dick, he is just a little boy, we don't want little boys camping with us". That was alright, I could always camp out at the tree house down by the stream. Besides I have been the butt of their jokes at school most of the time because I am smaller than they are, camping out with them probably wasn't such a good idea anyway. Yes the same stream they considered a raging river to forge across. Kenny felt sorry for me a little. Not much, since he was a cut up and I wasn't. Granted the stream does have some rapids in areas and is fairly wide and deep, the mighty Mississippi river, or the raging Colorado river it is not. Kenny flipped through my journal to get some ideas for his jokes. He found a story that I hoped he would. He said "Did you make this up?". "No that is a true story, check it out for youself, it is on the microfiche in the library. Isn't that close to where your camping?". "Ah, your full of shit Ryan, come on Old Man Simmons is nothing but a bull shit ghost story that our parents tried to use to keep us out of the woods." "Suit yourself, I can show you the news articles if you want, a boy was murdered and his naked body was found down stream. A few days later Old Man Simmons was killed in a hunting accident he was shot seventeen times". The big camping adventure was upon them. Larry McDonald carried the tent along with his pack and sleeping bag, Kevin, Kenny and Willie all had their packs and sleeping bags, plus hot dogs and beans just in case they couldn't kill and carve up a deer or a bear with their swiss army knives and home made spears. They headed across the mighty river with their shoes and socks in their hands and their pants rolled up. They crossed the raging rapids about two miles downstream from my house and the tree house. It is where the cliff drops off and a path leads up the side of the mountain, well a big hill would better describe it. But the adventure was on. Kenny lost his footing on one of the rocks and fell into the cold water of the stream. His pack, sleeping bag and he himself were soaked. Kevin thought it was the funniest thing and was laughing at Kenny, Kenny got pissed off and pushed Kevin into the cold water. Now both were soaking wet. "You asshole what did you do that for, now my stuff is wet too". "Don't laugh at me its not funny". Larry had to stop them before the fists started to fly. "Lets get to the campsite, you can dry your stuff when we get the fire going". The boys pressed on determined to conquer the wilderness even with wet clothes. Larry got the fire going and they collected wood for the night. Kevin and Kenny opened up the sleeping bags and put them next to the fire to dry. They went about setting up the 4 man tent. Larry said "Get out of those wet clothes, before you freeze to death". The great hunters weren't able to slay a bear so they settled for franks and beans for dinner. Kevin and Kenny were shivering next to the fire with only their wet underwear still on, trying to cover their manhood. I haven't seen their so called manhoods but I have a pretty good idea what they don't have, but brag that they do. As it got dark at the camp site Kenny started to tell jokes and stories. "Do you know that a mad man use to live up here in the woods, built an old shack and use to live off the land. Its said he raped and murdered a boy and dumped the body in the river. The locals shot him, and cut his head off, and put a curse on him that he has to walk the mountains as a ghost for a thousand years". "Oh thats bull shit there is no such thing as a ghost" Larry said "No thats a true story, Old man Simmons, built a shack up here about 20 years ago. There was a boy that was killed and his body was found naked down stream. Everyone figured it had to be Simmons so they shot him multiple times...It is said that the spirits of Simmons and the boy wander the mountains, not dead but not alive either". The ghost stories were taking there effect. The boys huddled around the fire looking out into the woods for a sign of the mad man that kills boys that come into his woods. A flash of lightning popped off in distance. Kenny screamed "Jesus, there is someone out there" pointing to a tree away from the fire. "Bull shit, there is nothing out here, just us get a hold of yourself" Kevin said. "No it was a man, over there by that tree". Well the flashlights came on and started to scan the tree line. Larry said "See there is nothing there, don't get your panties in a wad, you pussy". Another flash of lighting the silloutte of a boy could be seen in the trees. It was Kevin that saw him. "Larry, there is someone out there, over there, it looked like a boy in the woods". "Come on you guys your getting paranoid, do something usefull like jerk off or something, there are no ghosts in the woods". Another flash and the shape of a man was in a different spot. Willie saw him this time. A destinctive twig snapped behind the tent. Another lightning flash and the shape of a boy could be seen again. They all saw it and huddled closer to the fire pointing their flash lights into the woods. It started to rain on them, with more lightning off in the distance, the ghost shapes of mad man Simmons and the dead Tommy Gerhart, the boy that was raped and murdered both could be seen in the distance of the trees . Larry went into the trees with his flashlight, but couldn't find anything. He said "Get your sleeping bags and get in the tent". "My sleeping bag is still wet", "Yeah so's mine". "You guys are such pussies, I swear, Kevin sleep in Willie's bag with him, Kenny can sleep in mine with me, take a piss before you get in, if you piss in my bag I will kill you". All four boys tried to find a little privacy to whip out their dicks. A lightning flash and Willie Willie fell backwards and pissed on himself. Old man Simmons was right in front of him. He ran back to the fire. "What happened to you?". "There is someone out there, ghost or not I want to get out of here". "We can't leave, its too dark, we have to stay the night, now calm down and get in the tent". Willie Willie stripped down to his underwear now as well since he just pissed on himself. Larry said "Kenny you are not sleeping in my bag with your underwear still soaking wet, loose them before you get in the bag, you too Kevin, I don't need the grief from mom and dad because you caught cold out here". The three younger teens looked at each other and decided that maybe Larry was right. Hesitantly they all hooked their underwear at the same time and pulled them off. For all being he men they weren't showing much of manhood. Kevin had a patch of pubes over his dick but not much. Willie Willie has a tiny willie, and Kenny is as hairless as I am. It started to rain harder, so they stuffed the wet sleeping bags and the wet clothes into the back of the tent and climbed in the tent and the bags. Larry joined the boys naked and zipped up the tent. Another flash of lightning the ghost shapes of Simmons and Tommy Gerhart were standing close to the fire next to each other. "Larry that feels good". "Shhh". "Its alright bro, we're playing over here too". The rain kept up and the wind picked up. The wind collapsed the tent on them. They all climbed out naked with boners, and put the tent stakes back into the ground to secure the tent. They got back in the tent and turned the flash lights on. The ghost image of old man Simmons was visible through the side of the tent. The boys screamed. ___________ We got back to Mr. Towsend's truck laughing our asses off. Mr. Towsend had put the cap on the truck and put a matress and the sleeping bags in the back. We stripped out of our wet black clothes and climbed in the bed next to the small portable karosine heater. Matt tailed the cut up gang all the way at a safe distance not to be seen. He saw the whole thing crossing the stream. He also pulled the tent stakes up, and snapped the twig. I was the ghost of dead Tommy Gerhart, and Mr. Towsend was the ghost of mad man Simmons. The great pioneers probably shit themselves when mad man Simmons was right next to the tent. Mr. Towsend and I drove up in his pickup up the access road to the old shack. We were about a half mile from the camp site. I had this planned since Kevin, Willie and Kenny started talking about the camp out. I got Mr. Towsend and Matt to buy into the plan and help me out. The weather channel said a slight chance of rain and possible isolated thunder storms. It couldn't have worked out better if we tried. Mr. Towsend sucked my dick, and then Matt's taking all of our boy juice. He then fucked me and then Matt. He had two sleeping bags zipped together to make one big sleeping bag and the other one opened up and used it like a blanket on top of the other ones. We all got out of the nice warm bed, took a piss and got back in. Mr. T was in the middle with with Matt and I on either side. We slept like babies curled up with Mr. T. It rained most of the night. Mr. T hiked the 1/2 mile to the came site before dawn. At first light the macho men broke camp and pretty much ran the distance home, soaking wet and scared shitless. Mr. Towsend said he had to put what was left of the fire out. Mr. Towsend came back to the truck and woke Matt and I up for a nice hot breakfast with sausage and eggs. We sat on the tailgate of the truck and watched as a 12 point buck and his doe walk right by us, without a worry in the world. We washed up, and Mr. T put his 7 inch dick into Matt's butt, and Matt put his 4 1/2 incher in my butt. We spent the day on the mountain, exploring different places and things. As dusk approached we packed up our camp site and drove back down the access road to home. Mrs. Towsend wasn't home so Matt and I showered with Mr. Towsend before we went home. He sucked us off again and we shared his cock and his cum. __________ Monday in school the three cut ups were pale looking and quiet. No jokes, no gags, nothing. Even in gym class they didn't pull any practical jokes or pull someones shorts down. I saw them in the locker room. I said "So how did your camping trip go, it looks like you saw a ghost or something". "We did, we will never go into the mountains again". I never laughed so hard in my life. I pulled my shorts and underwear off right in front of them and walked into the shower with my head high. Monday afternoon the tree house gang was in the tree house. Matt and I told the story as I wrote it in my journal, and we fooled around like we normally do. Hope you enjoyed it. Send emails to my adult friend Mr. Towsend at RJT10000@Gmail.com Ryan Michaels P.S. To answer another question from the emails, this happened weeks before halloween so I guess the answer is yes, I did dress up for halloween. As a ghost. LOL.